[A/N] Oh my god I'm having so much fun writing this one, hope you are having as much fun reading it. Also, for those following along, the next chapter of FoodFight is in review, will hopefully get it posted in a day or so.
"Damn, it looks ugly down there," commented Bolin, peering through the large viewing port of Asami's airship out at the bleak, mountainous landscape below.
Korra grunted noncommittally. Bolin looked over to see her disapproving expression and shrank away from her, automatically covering his swollen cheek protectively.
"Look, I said I was sorry!"
Korra fixed him with a stern glare. "Next time you think it's okay to just waltz into somebody else's room without an invitation, remember those bruises."
Bolin winced. "I still can't believe you slammed the door into my face with an air bend."
"I'm pretty sure Asami appreciated you not seeing her spread eagle and moaning on the bed while I was taking care of business."
"Spirits, Korra, that's too much information!" Bolin clapped his hands over his ears and squinted his eyes shut.
"You're lucky I didn't use fire."
Asami chose that moment to join them, sliding her hand down Korra's back and resting it snugly on the curve of the Avatar's hip. She laid a kiss on the back of her girlfriend's neck before resting her chin on her shoulder.
"Behave," she admonished, eyes twinkling. "I'm sure our friend has learned his lesson. Besides, I've found what we were looking for."
"Really?" Bolin perked up. "Where?"
Asami pointed to the north west. "Saw it via the scope in the cockpit. You'll be able to see it yourself in a few minutes."
The observation deck was silent as a distant shimmer grew. Finally the airship crested a low range of hills, and before them lay a huge salt flat. Korra slowly relaxed and leaned into Asami's embrace. Asami's other hand slid surreptitiously over Korra's ass before dropping lower and squeezing her thigh, causing the Avatar to grit her teeth.
"Welp," said Bolin enthusiastically. "Here's where we can have the festival."
"Bolin, sweetie," called a voice behind them. They all turned to see Opal walk onto the observation deck, a handful of topographic maps in her arms. "This is one possible location. But I'm not feeling super confident about how it would work here. This is pretty far from anything."
Asami reluctantly tore herself away from Korra's warm back and joined Opal and Bolin at one of the tables, the map of the salt flat and its surrounding environment already laid out and waiting.
"Korra," called Asami, eyes already focused on the map. "Can you go let the captain know to find a good anchorage? We'll want to take a look around."
Korra swaggered towards the door, grabbing a handful of Asami's ass in passing. Asami managed to smack the back of her head without turning. "What did I say about behaving?"
Korra smirked as she headed for the bridge.
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Korra leaned against the pilot's console, looking out over the white expanse below her. Behind her she heard the crew finish putting the airship into standby mode now that it was firmly anchored to the ground. Her stomach rumbled and she turned to go in search of food when a hard push shoved her towards the glass. She reached out her hands to catch herself, then tensed as she felt a familiar warmth press firmly against her back.
"Don't move."
Her fingers flexed against the glass as she felt sure hands loosen the drawstring of her pants.
"Asami, what are you doing?" Korra groaned. "The crew's right there for fuck's sake."
"No talking." Asami's voice husked in her ear while she undid the ties of Korra's vest, allowing it to fall open. "And they're gone. Shut up."
"But—" Korra started to say when fingers pinched one nipple and she hissed at the sensation.
"I said. No. Talking. And keep your hands where they are."
Korra bit her lip as Asami kicked her feet apart a little wider before sinking her hand down her quivering abdomen and inside her pants, cupped her wet heat while simultaneously raking her teeth down the back of the Avatar's neck.
"We were interrupted this morning," whispered Asami hotly against flushed skin. "I didn't get my turn." She heard the hitch of breath as she swirled one finger over a swollen clit then sank her fingers deep into Korra's core.
"Oh spirits!" burst out Korra as Asami filled her.
Asami's other hand continued to caress her breasts, the nipples rock hard and hyper sensitive. Her teeth and tongue ravaged Korra's throat and she thrust against Korra's ass rhythmically.
"Keep talking, Avatar, and I'll stop," she threatened.
Korra only whimpered brokenly in response, her jaw clenched as she jerked between Asami's hand and hips. The pressure built low in her belly before exploding, a hoarse scream of completion wrenched from her throat. She shuddered as Asami slowly withdrew her hand, stroking a trail of wetness up her heaving belly.
Korra let her head fall back against Asami's shoulder, closing her eyes as she felt a tender kiss pressed against her temple and pale arms wrap snugly around her torso.
"Holy fuck," she breathed, letting her arms fall from the window to interlace their fingers. "Where did that come from?"
Asami chuckled softly against her cheek. "I missed you while you were gone. Making up for lost time, I guess."
Korra straightened and turned around so she could engulf her CEO in a tight embrace. She breathed in Asami's sweet scent, overlaid with the heady smell of her sex.
"I missed you, too. Every minute of every damn day."
They stood quietly together for a moment while their heart rates slowed. Finally Asami brushed her lips against Korra's cheek. "Ready to go for a hike now?" Asami teased.
Korra rolled her eyes. "No, I'm ready to have my way with you in the captain's chair."
Asami stepped away quickly, heading for the door. "No time, we need to go find Opal and Bolin and take a look around." Asami smiled winsomely at the grumbling Avatar before flitting down the corridor. "We are on a job after all…"
"Payback's gonna be a bitch, Sato!" Korra called after her as she hastily did up her clothes.
"Promises, promises, babe," came the response floating back.