[AN] The epilogue. You asked for it, so you got it. Thanks again for coming along with me on this journey!
To all of you who left all those wonderful comments, thank you so very much, they all meant the world to me...
Six months later…
Sunlight filtered past gauzy curtains, filling the room with a soft glow. The occasional bird sound and the scent of honeysuckle and wisteria wafted through the open windows. Korra had been awake for a while, wondering if there was anything better in the world than feeling Asami's skin pressed closely against her, or the feel of her breath feathering across her chest. Eventually she felt Asami start to stir and smiled, pressing a tender kiss against her hair.
"Mmmm, good morning," murmured Asami sleepily, tightening her grip around Korra's waist. "What time is it?"
Korra trailed her fingers across Asami's shoulder but didn't open her eyes, reveling in the chance to lie peacefully together. "Dunno. Don't care. We don't have to be anywhere today, right?"
Asami snuggled even closer, pressing a soft kiss against a dark-skinned collarbone. "I sincerely hope not."
Korra's hand drifted lower, her palm ghosting across warm skin before coming to rest on a rounded backside. She grinned when she heard a small hitch in the engineer's breath. "Something wrong, babe?" She gave a teasing squeeze.
Asami wasted no time throwing one toned leg over Korra's hips and straddling her, her hands sliding up to pin Korra's wrists. Blue eyes were darkened with arousal and she leaned forward to catch a bottom lip between her teeth, tugging briefly before releasing it with a small 'pop'. She smiled when she felt the hips under her jerk in response.
"Right now, Avatar," she said breathlessly. "I can say absolutely nothing is wrong—"
The phone rang. They both groaned.
"Except that," Asami finished with annoyance.
"I'm gonna ignore it," muttered Korra. "And so are you."
Asami sighed. "Sweetheart, you know we can't. It could be Raiko or a problem with the factory…" She leaned over and grabbed the phone. "Sato residence."
"'ASAAAAMI!"
Asami jerked, dropping the phone in surprise. After fumbling a moment she managed to retrieve it, but in the process lost her perch in Korra's lap. The grumbling Avatar retreated back under the blankets, hauling her pillow with her before disappearing from view.
"Bolin, is it possible for you to talk on the phone like a normal person?" she said with exasperation.
Bolin, unsurprisingly, ignored this. "You will not believe what just happened. I mean, I was there, and I still can't believe it. Opal keeps pinching me when I ask her if it really happened or not. She says 'hi' by the way."
Asami rolled her eyes. "I'd love for you to get to the point sometime this year, especially as once again you seem to have difficulty with calculating timezones."
"Right, right, sorry! So, that earthbender warlord asshole that Korra locked up last year? Turns out he escaped a couple of months ago. Bribed a guard or something. You should have heard Suyin go off on Wu, holy shit—"
"The POINT, Bolin!" Asami practically shouted, a ball of fear forming in the pit of her stomach. Please, not again…
"Okay, okay! So, get this — he goes back to that little town in the middle of nowhere ready to gather his army and restart his quest to become Kuvira the Second. Only, get this, a couple of people from that town had gone to the festival and when they came back they organized their own little mini-festival to do something nice for their town. Had a bunch of visiting benders hanging out, plus a couple of Asami's geeks who apparently were on vacation and doing some volunteer work. Then this guy shows up with about twenty of his diehard henchmen and wouldn't you know it, nobody will listen to him."
"What? What do you mean?"
Bolin started chuckling. "I mean, this town was one of the ones totally brutalized by the Fire Nation army way back when, right? Made it easy for him to gather recruits the last time he went through. This time, the guest benders and engineers have been working with the local villagers making a new park with these cool art installations, and they were working with the town elders to rebuild this important temple building thing that had been destroyed in the war. Lord Asshole shows up, spouting about the glory of the Earth Empire and vengeance on the Fire Nation and all that, and they all start looking at him like he's crazy."
Asami's eyebrows shot up her forehead, partially due to Bolin's story, and partially because she felt Korra start sliding farther down the bed, fingers brushing lightly across her thighs. She tapped Korra on the head in a warning only for the Avatar to nip at her knee, lips hot against her skin. Asami squeezed her thighs together and gritted her teeth.
"So then what happened?" she finally managed.
"The bender artists constructed this huge effigy statue of the warlord dude overnight, except they made him really ugly, and totally naked. And the best bit?"
"Oh I can't wait."
"He was really, um, small."
"I thought you said it was a huge effigy?"
"The statue was huge." Bolin was now laughing so hard he could barely speak. "But—he—his junk—tiny—"
Asami blinked, then cracked up as she pictured the scene. "That's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. He can't have taken that well."
"Oh no, he completely lost his shit," said Bolin gleefully. "Fortunately they were so outnumbered the locals were able to subdue them pretty easily until the authorities could come pick them up. I went with them and got to see the statue. I thought I was going to pee my pants I was laughing so hard."
Korra's tongue suddenly ran up the inside of her thigh and she bit back the moan that threatened to escape. She could feel the press of fingers, firmer now, massaging her hips, and the brush of soft hair over her pelvis. To her disgust she felt her thighs part under Korra's gentle urging, all thoughts of self-control fleeing under her talented touch.
"So anyway, we all thought Korra was gonna have to come down here and do her thing but now she totally doesn't." Bolin said proudly. "Lord Izumi sent a note saying we'll have to do the festival again next year, because clearly it helped."
Asami bit her lip as she felt the tongue creep farther up her thigh, then cleared her throat hastily. "I will definitely pass along that message, she will be thrilled to hear how that turned out."
"Oh us too!" Bolin broke off and Asami caught Opal's voice in the background. "Opal just reminded me that we want to come visit next month, is that okay?"
"Definitely okay," Asami gasped. "But you know what? I'm totally running late for a critical meeting, so I'll call you later, alright? Bye, Bo!"
Asami ended the call, dropped the phone on the floor, and released a loud gasp as Korra sucked hard on her clit. "You bitch, I can't believe you did that when I was on the ph—oh shit, right there."
"Critical meeting, huh?" Korra's muffled voice floated up from under the covers. "You don't say."
Asami wrapped her legs around Korra, pulling her closer with an insistent press of her heels. "Yes," she gasped. "I have a critical need for you to not stop."
She felt Korra's fingertip circle her heat and pressed upwards with a groan.
"Is that Asami-speak for 'shut up and fuck me'?" Korra teased.
"Yes!"
—
"So you were right, that night," said Asami as she ran her fingers through chocolate locks. They were lounging near the pool, Korra's head in her lap.
"That's a first. Which night was this?" said Korra lazily, eyes closed and a smile on her face at Asami's ministrations.
"Oh stop it." Asami pinched Korra's side, smirking when the Avatar flinched hard. "The night at the festival before your parents showed up. You said you had a feeling the festival was going to help with bringing more balance to the world. I think it did."
Korra started chuckling as she thought back to Asami's description of her phone call with Bolin.
"Huh, I guess it did. Hard to imagine it going down the same way if the festival hadn't happened."
Asami snorted. "More like, incomprehensible."
Korra sat up, stretching. "I feel like this calls for some celebrating. Wanna hit Kwong's tonight? I'll dress up and everything."
Asami smiled and allowed Korra to help her up. "An excellent idea, I'll go make sure we can get a table."
"Please. Like they would ever not give Asami Sato a table."
Asami ignored this. "How about the dress pants with the vest we picked out last year? I always love you in that outfit and you hardly ever get to wear it."
"Sure. What are you going to wear?"
Asami shrugged. "Something that matches. I'll have to see what inspires me."
Korra took a deep breath and caught her hand as she turned to go back into the house. "It should probably be something that matches this too."
Asami looked down as she felt Korra press something against her palm and felt her heart pound in shock. The ribbon draped off her hand leaving the intricately carved stone resting in her grip. It was in shape of a cog, with the four elemental symbols inside. The stone itself was black and polished, the symbols outlined with inlaid silver and inset with tiny rubies and sapphires. She felt tears running down her cheeks and looked up to see Korra's crooked grin, her face at once both apprehensive and hopeful, waiting for her response.
"Whaddya say, my beautifully badass artbender?"
Asami tackled her, both laughing and crying as she kissed Korra fervently.
"That's Mrs. Badass Artbender to you!"