[A/N] Some types of party preparation are more important than others...

The train shuddered to a stop, steam pouring from the stack. Passengers pulled themselves to their feet, looking around and stretching out the cramps from the long and uncomfortable ride through the mountains to the playa. Surrounding the train stop were the welcoming committees, each group standing near big flag banners on tall poles. There were five banners, four banners the familiar elemental symbols, each beautifully painted in vibrant colors. The fifth banner was a brilliant white, centered by a stylized iridescent gear that glittered in the sunlight.

Korra sat perched on top of one of the shipping containers, watching the new arrivals check their tickets and congregate near their assigned camp banner. Next to her Opal fiddled with tubes of her new paint, drawing blue and silver swirls like stylized air currents along her chest, arms, and legs.

"You really dig that stuff, don't you?" asked Korra in an amused tone.

Opal beamed as she studied the results before capping the tubes of paint, apparently satisfied. She squinted towards the train depot.

"I love my new paint, but I love Asami's new art bender banner and the Cog Camp even more. What a genius idea, to make sure non-benders would have a camp too."

Korra groaned. "I feel like such an asshole that I wasn't even thinking about it until she showed me the layout of the city with five sections. And I love the name. 'Art bender.' It covers pretty much anything and anybody."

"You should feel like a complete jerk," Opal declared loftily. "I really don't what she sees in you. So selfish all the time. Not to mention the fact she's utterly out of your league."

Korra aimed a lazy swat at Opal's head. "Bitch."

"Love you too. Asshole."

Bolin came running up around the corner heading for the main tent, but swerved when he saw Opal and Korra. "Hey guys! People are starting to settle into the camps. It's amazing, some of the stuff they've already started to setup. You should come check it out!"

Korra shook her head, noticing the airship that had been hovering over the festival 'city' for the past couple of hours was starting to come back down. "I'll wander around after we do the kick-off ceremony. Asami's coming back, I'm going to go finalize some stuff with her."

The two women jumped down, small puffs of air cushioning the landing. Korra clapped Bolin on the shoulder with a smile before trotting off towards the air field.

Opal snorted. "Finalize stuff my ass. Finalize some orgasms maybe. I can't believe how ridiculous those two are."

Bolin's expression was pained. "I've been trying hard not to ever think about them having sex. It makes my face hurt."

Opal burst out laughing. "Oh my sweet goofball. I can't see any bruises any more. And next time, just knock first."

He ran his hands through his hair ruefully before finally smiling. "Yeah, that was kind of dumb of me. I was just really excited."

Opal arched an eyebrow suggestively. "I don't suppose you're excited now?"

Bolin completely missed his cue. "Of course! The festival is finally getting started, and—oh fuck."

Opal pushed herself against him, her hand cupping his groin roughly. "Let me ask you again. Are you excited now?"

"Woman, why do you torture me so?" he whined through gritted teeth. "I have to be at the amphitheater in thirty minutes."

The air bender leaned into him, pushing him into a nearby storage container before pulling the door shut after them.

"If you think I'm torturing you know, you just wait," she purred. "On your knees, lava boy…"

—

Asami smiled as she heard the heavy thudding of footsteps running down the corridor towards her stateroom. She was just finishing pulling her hair into a tight braid when the door slammed open.

"Hey, my sexy engineer—" Korra began, before stopping dead, staring at her girlfriend.

Asami stood up and stretched languidly. She felt Korra's heated gaze raking her nearly nude body and sauntered up to the speechless Avatar, running one finger seductively along her collar bone.

"What…" Korra cleared her throat. "What are you wearing?"

"Do you like?" She twirled, showing off tight shorts and bikini top, made of the same material as the shimmering gear of the art bender banner.

Korra swallowed before responding. "Will you like it if I take it off you with my teeth?"

"Behave, Avatar." Asami pressed a chaste kiss against Korra's chin. "After I saw how Opal and Kya were starting to have more fun with the underdressed look I realized I could never stand myself if I wasn't experimenting with desert fashion."

Korra ran a finger reverently along the waistband of the shorts. "You're going to cause a riot going out looking like this."

"Oh I doubt it," said Asami smugly. "The new arrivals picked up on the fact the festival crews were stripping down pretty quickly, and I've made sure that all kinds of fabrics are available for more people to experiment."

Korra took another step closer, her fingers trailing up the taut muscles of Asami's back.

"Wait, step back."

"What? Babe, you're killing me here."

"Seriously, Korra, step back. You'll like this."

Korra retreated a few paces, grumbling. Asami ran over to the bed and grabbed one of her new light sticks.

"Babe, get the light."

"What? Oh."

With a click the room went dark, the light from the camps outside giving just enough light that Korra could just make out Asami's form. There was another click, then a faint hum as the light stick warmed up then flared into life, thirty inches of azure blue held firmly in the engineer's hand. Under this new illumination Asami's outfit blazed brightly, the metallic material reflecting the light in a kaleidoscope of colors. She ambled back towards Korra, hips swaying in a gleaming cadence, a faint contrail in her wake.

"Sweet merciful fuck," Korra breathed, mesmerized. She could now make out Asami's face, sporting the wickedest grin she had ever seen on her CEO. Asami's green eyes glittered lustfully, knowing full well the affect she was having. Korra's chest heaved as Asami pressed herself against her, breath hot against her neck.

"Are we having issues, Avatar?"

What little self-control Korra had melted away, and a deep growl rumbled low in her chest. Asami squealed as she felt those gloriously muscled arms sweep her up and throw her without fanfare onto the bed. The light stick fell from her hand and rolled to rest against one wall, casting the room in an ethereal glow. In a flash Korra was above her, fingers pulling impatiently at her top while as promised her teeth sank into the bottoms and dragged them down alabaster legs. Korra ripped her own clothes off impatiently leaving them both naked and panting.

Asami groaned as a scorching tongue dragged itself up her stomach before lips captured a nipple, teeth grazing the hardened bud while Korra's hand roughly caressed her other breast. Her legs wrapped around Korra's waist, pressing her wet heat against the Avatar's rock hard abdominal muscles. Korra moved higher, teeth raking along Asami's pulse point and up to her jaw before soothing the tingling skin with her tongue.

"Oh spirits, Korra," she gasped. "I need you..."

Korra grinned, sucking at the sensitive flesh below Asami's ear. "Who's having issues now, babe?" she teased.

Asami grabbed two fistfuls of Korra's hair and forced them face to face. "Dammit, will you just do me all fucking ready!"

Korra crashed her lips against Asami's, their tongues sliding wetly against the other as they both moaned. She reached down and spread creamy thighs up and apart before sliding their dripping cores together. The overwhelming sensation caused her to whimper, breaking the kiss to bury her face in her girlfriend's sweaty neck.

"Oh fuck!" Asami cried hoarsely as she felt their clits rubbing hard against each other. Her hands slid down the chiseled back and clutched desperately at Korra's ass, pulling them even more tightly together. "Don't… stop…"

Korra gritted her teeth, pushing herself up to be able to press their hips even harder together. She felt Asami's nails raking down her sides and gasped, her hips undulating even faster.

Asami threw her head back as she felt an almost unbearable tension build low in her belly, hips bucking frantically. She grabbed Korra's heaving shoulders and surged upwards, swallowing the Avatar's low moans in a frenzied kiss, sucking hard on her tongue.

Her orgasm hit and ripped a scream from her throat. Korra followed not long after, her cries muffled against Asami's breast. They clung to each other, shuddering with each aftershock. Asami idly ran her fingers through Korra's sweaty locks as their heart rates eventually slowed.

"Spirits, I love you Asami," Korra murmured softly.

Asami blinked back tears and pressed a loving kiss to Korra's forehead. "I love you, too. So fucking much."

Korra rolled herself onto her back and pulled Asami along with her, settling the engineer firmly against her side.

"Are you really going to wear that thing to the festival?" she asked finally, her tone amused.

"Oh hell yes, but not until the big event on the final night." Asami raised her head and rested her chin on Korra's chest, looking at her thoughtfully. "What are you going to wear?"

"Well, I hadn't really thought about it, but now I know I'm going to have step up my game to keep up with you."

"Like you could."

"Don't sass the Avatar."

Asami snorted and let her head fall back into the crook of Korra's neck, breathing in her familiar scent happily. They lay quietly together for a while, enjoying a rare moment of peace in all the chaos of the festival planning.

Finally Asami sat up. "You ready for the kickoff party?"

"An hour ago I would have said yes, but now I'm resenting having to leave this bed."

Asami stood up and pulled Korra up after her. "Come on, you know you can't wait to see what Bolin's organized. Besides, you need to give your little speech."

Twenty minutes later they walked down the ramp from the airship and looked out over the Playa. It stretched out before them, the night lit up in lively riot of colors and sounds as the denizens of the different camps worked to create the beautiful art pieces that would bring thousands of festival goers in a few day's time. In the far distance the brightest lights centered around the amphitheater, where Bolin and his crew were setting up for the welcome party.

Asami leaned over and pressed a kiss against Korra's cheek before taking her hand.

"Come on, lover. Let's go get this party started."

And heeere we go!