*Note: I would like to take a moment to thank everyone who has read and supported this short, "three chapter one shot" fic. I appreciate your kindness and look forward to continuing to write fics for you (I have one in the works that is a Korrasami UA that will be released daily either for Avatar Month or sooner). I hope you enjoy this final chapter.

Please be aware, this last chapter is smut. There is light bondage involved, so this is a tw for those who are sensitive to such topics.*

Part 3

Korra awoke to an empty couch. The flame had burned out, leaving ashes in its wake. She scanned the room with crusty eyes.

"Asami?"

She rubbed her face and looked again. Where is she?

The Avatar pulled herself to her feet and made her way around the apartment. Naga was asleep in her usual spot by the window. The sunlight that wasn't blocked by her furry body brightened the walls.

"'Sami, where are you?"

She entered the kitchen to find it bare. The dining room held the same luck. She stumbled into the bedroom, her legs still a bit groggy.

"'Sami?"

Korra walked up to the bed and skimmed the area. Warm, familiar hands gripped her shoulders from behind. She hadn't even heard footsteps.

"There you are." The Water Tribe girl tried to face her, but the engineer kept her in place.

Asami didn't even have to speak to rile her up. The Southerner could feel the heat of red lips by her ear, shuddering in delight to their proximity. She tilted her head to brush against them, but the inventor moved away.

"Patience," she whispered, sliding her fingers forward around Korra's jawline. She raked her nails down the Avatar's neck, over her collarbones, and across her arms.

Korra felt shivers on her skin. She wanted nothing more than to pull the CEO against her and taste her body. But when her girlfriend was taking this type of charge, Korra knew better. She didn't develop this kind of restraint from being the Avatar, master of all four elements. No, no. She learned the hard way that misbehavior that was not requested would result in dire consequences. No, in these cases, Asami was the Mistress, and the Avatar had as little power as a pebble did to fight the tide.

Obedience was mandatory. The shorter woman remained still, waiting for instruction with a smile. It had been a few weeks ago when they learned about this side of Korra. It started with the heiress pinning her arms above her head when their love making had gotten heated. Neither will deny that they were both a bit more than buzzed from the gala earlier that night. The alcohol had brought the domineering side out of Miss Sato, but it had also shone light onto the Southerner's arousal from such behavior. She would never admit it aloud, but there were times Korra liked things rough. The Avatar loved to be touched and managed this way, but only by the right person. Lucky for her, Asami was that person. She felt warmth spread south when the engineer returned her palms to her shoulders and gave them a squeeze.

"Now, remember our little excursion yesterday?"

Her lips were right next to her ear again. It was one of the younger woman's weak spots. Korra shuffled.

"Yes."

"Good. That was such a wonderful time, and I can't thank you enough for it." The inventor's voice held a velvet tone that oozed sexual. The Southerner exhaled the breath she was holding when Asami kissed her cheek.

"You're welcome Asa –" Korra stopped herself. She had not been told to speak.

"I have a little keepsake for you that I found in the Spirit World before we left." The taller woman let go of her lover and strutted to the table behind them. The Water Tribe girl stood motionless in her spot.

What could she –

Before the Avatar could finish her thought, a piece of fabric was tied around half of her face, covering her eyes. Oh… She was convinced that the extra pull of the knot was to punish her for talking out of turn. She felt another wave of heat pulse downwards. She reminisced other times when she had been forced to feel helpless. Those were wretched situations in which she had no control. This form of vulnerability, though, was much different. She was comfortable with it, but only with the heiress. And Asami was able to do it in a way that always had her begging for more.

"I was quite excited when I found this little scrap on the ground because I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it. I must say," the engineer continued, dragging her fingers across Korra's upper chest as she stepped in front of her, "it is my favorite physical souvenir from the trip."

It was her only physical souvenir, Korra thought.

"Wouldn't you agree?" Her tips grazed the soft skin around the Avatar's ears, calling for attention.

"Yes, yes I would." Korra's voice was liquid. The inventor could make her take over the entire damn world with those hands if she wanted to.

Asami danced her palms down to the Southerner's and directed her forward. It didn't matter the situation or the place: Korra always blushed whenever her girlfriend interlocked their fingers. She moved with cautious steps, realizing how effective this blindfold was at making her sightless. Whereas the Mistress' paces were confident, hers were sloppy from lack of vision and weakness in her knees.

"And you know what it is that I wanted to do with this?"

Korra had a pretty good idea, but continued to play along. "No, Mistress."

The engineer pulled her onto the bedspread and sat across from her.

"I guess I'll have to show you," she leaned in to finish her sentence, "won't I?"

She swallowed and flushed with excitement. "Please, Mistress Asami."

"On your back."

The shorter woman obliged to the command. Heat surrounded her as Asami kneeled over her body, just an inch away from contact. Korra gripped the sheets. She had been through the rules before: she wasn't to touch unless she was given permission.

The CEO smiled and straddled her lover's hips. A soft moan escaped the girl beneath her. She let her hands wander up the Avatar's sides, enjoying the slight twitching of her abdomen, and hopped them across to her wrists. Her hold around them was tender, as were her movements. She knew she had to be gentle with Korra, for both of their sakes. But she also knew that the Avatar had gone wild every time Asami took control, so she saved this type of foreplay for special occasions to treat her hardworking girlfriend. She guided her lover's palms to her own shoulders and allowed their bare skin to connect. The inventor closed her eyes for a moment to take in the warmth of the Fire Bender; not only did it create a spark within her, it also sent pleasurable chills throughout her limbs. She opened them when Korra's thumbs started caressing her and paused to appreciate the grin on that half-covered face. Pale hands led tan ones down to her chest. The Water Tribe girl purred when they reached the lace of the red and black bra Asami wore.

I wish I could see it. The Avatar yearned, tracing the fabric. She cupped the beautiful breasts and smirked, relishing their fullness. This had been the first time she had ever been blindfolded by the heiress. It made her a bit more daring than she should have been. At this instant, she wanted to break the rules, despite her better judgment. Korra attempted to squeeze the flesh in her hands and was shot down.

"Eager, are we?" The engineer questioned as she lifted the Southerner's arms above her head. "You know what happens when you misbehave, don't you?"

Shit. What was I thinking? "I, I'm sorry Mistress."

Asami pulled a thin rope out from the nightstand that they had used in the past and tied her wrists together behind the post of the bed, ignoring her apology. She tightened the knot. Korra bit her lip and fought a moan.

"You've had your opportunity to touch." The older woman whispered into her ear. Korra chewed on her cheek.

Dammit Asami.

"Now, it's my turn." The inventor's tongue grazed the Water Tribe girl's lobe.

She squirmed underneath her. That feels so good… She knew the older woman was fishing for her to whimper to her touch; she fed off of Korra's sounds of desire. That feeling of rebellion returned to her and she couldn't resist it. She wanted to see what would happen if she did not obey this time. She sought a bit of revenge for having the privilege of her hands taken away so soon. She furrowed her brow and held it all in.

The engineer read the Avatar like an open book. Fighting back, are you? She moved her lips to the spot just under her girlfriend's ear and sucked on her neck.

Dammit. Asami. The Southerner struggled in her stubbornness to stunt her screams and slow her surrender. She turned her face to the side to show more skin instead, trying to get as much out of this as she could before she was punished.

Asami took the offer in her own swarm of passion. It had been too long since she's gotten to taste her beloved. She alternated her pattern between nibbles and bites that made the shorter woman grit her teeth in pleasure, to licks that were so soft, the bender thought she would burst into flames. In between those were kisses that were sure to leave a lipstick trail. Her own persistence consumed her; she would get the moans she wanted, and she would make her scream her name.

Korra was pulsing. Her entire body seemed afire, though the space between her legs was the hottest. She could already feel the wetness radiating from within. She felt herself slipping when the engineer's hands fondled her breasts. Still, she bit her tongue, though she couldn't slow her panting. The inventor's deft thumbs drew circles around the younger woman's nipples through her dress and bra. Her clever mouth never left that tan neck.

Dammit. Fucking. Asami. She was burning under her clothes. Had they not been formal attire, she would have Fire Bent them off by now.

On cue, the CEO rose. Korra arched her body after her, but the rope halted her movements. She ached for the return of her Mistress. Where is she going? She needed to be touched; it was no longer just a desire.

Asami untied the binding around the Water Tribe girl's wrists. She watched in amusement when her girlfriend's face grew excited. You think you've won? She felt her urge for dominance smolder. Before the younger woman could rejoice in her new found freedom, she yanked her off of the bed. "You haven't been behaving."

Korra gulped to the tone and bit her lip, a mixture of fear and excitement flowing through her. Perhaps she was pushing her luck with the whole 'no moaning' thing. She thought to stop, but a part of her wanted to keep going, to see the limits she could push. That assertive voice was so enticing to her. She almost melted on the spot.

"Strip."

The Southerner did as she was ordered, still unable to see. She halted when she reached her undergarments, expecting another order. The engineer crossed her arms and remained silent. The younger woman continued to remove her clothing until she was nude.

"Sit."

Where? She motioned to remove her blindfold, but Asami stopped her.

"The blindfold stays."

The Avatar pouted and reached out in front of her. She inched forward until her knee found the chair the inventor had pulled over. She sunk into it, wincing from the cool temperature of the wood.

"Hands."

She surrendered her arms to the Mistress, knowing full-well she would be reprimanded. The heiress tied her wrists behind her to bind her torso to the back of the seat.

"Feet."

Feet?

Korra lifted her legs in confusion. Strong palms pushed them down and secured each ankle to opposing sides of the chair. She felt cold and exposed, yet turned on. Asami sensed this and gave Korra a reassuring kiss. The sudden burst of warmth on her lips made the Water Tribe girl forget about her chilling skin. She relaxed, feeling safe with her girlfriend in such a vulnerable state.

The CEO climbed into the younger woman's lap. She latched onto the other side of her neck and sucked, wanting that delicious taste in her mouth and to give her lover the time of her life. She massaged Korra's breasts and teased her nipples, skimming them with her fingertips until they hardened. The Avatar threw her head back in pleasure. She felt liquid seep from between her open legs and drip onto the solid surface beneath her. Being strapped to the wood amplified her need to touch Asami in return. After all, this was supposed to be part three of her gift to the engineer, not the other way around. Korra, by all means, knew that they both enjoyed this; it wasn't hard to tell by the amount of heat gushing from under whatever type of underwear Asami was wearing. She fought against her bindings, searching for something to grip so she could steady herself. The engineer, being observant and intellectual as she always was, had tied her wrists so her palms faced away and outward from the chair and each other.

Dammit. Korra was going to give in soon. She bit her lip in resistance.

Asami was having none of this. She kissed down the Water Tribe girl's chest, taking in the salty substance that shined on her skin and leaving red makeup behind. She cupped a single breast and paused when her mouth reached its center. She took one look at her girlfriend and stroked her dark nipple with her tongue.

Bolts shot through her. The Southerner dropped her jaw and let out a silent sigh. Spirits.

The older woman swirled her tongue with finesse and mimicked the motion with her hips, grinding against the younger woman. Korra's breathing increased two fold. She fell over the edge when Asami took her breast into her mouth and sucked. Fu-uck. The floodgates had come crashing down and the moan rushed out of her like raging water. She flicked against her nipple, demanding more. The Avatar wanted to bury her hands into that raven hair so she could feel this bliss forever. Closer, I need to be closer. She complied with the heiress' silent request, whimpering under her touch and arching her back to her. She tried to convince herself that she was reacting by choice, but she knew in all honesty that she couldn't resist anymore if she tried.

The Mistress smiled against tan skin and pulled away, much to the younger woman's chagrin. I'm not done with you yet. She slid a finger up Korra's slit.

The Southerner gasped and sighed, "Mistress". The pleading in her voice was obvious.

Asami sucked the wetness from her hand and hummed. "Good things happen when you behave."

An eager smile crept onto Korra's face. She was expecting to have part of her body unbound, but her girlfriend climbed off of her instead. Her absence felt like the sun had been blacked out and left her in a cold winter. She almost questioned the heiress until she felt the floor by her feet shift. Hands gripped her hips and tugged her closer.

"Asami!" The Avatar wailed, throwing her head back and doing whatever she could to get the inventor's face deeper between her legs. She contorted her body, desperate. Never would she have anticipated the tongue slithering between her folds so soon. She panted against her cunning movements, pressure and warmth building up with each breath. "Asami."The engineer flicked against her clit. "Asami." Her name never left the bender's mouth. "Asami." She grunted when a slender pale finger entered her and began to thrust. "A-Asami-i." Korra tried to grind her hips against her, but her restraints limited her range of motion. She moaned at them, forced to feel nothing but pleasure. A second finger brought her closer to her peak. "A-Asa-" Sweat was pouring from her. She struggled for air. Asami increased the speed of her tongue. The younger woman felt her limbs strain. A surge shot through from her core to her feet and she screamed in ecstasy. Her body released the tension and her sex convulsed around her lover's hand. She collapsed into the chair at the end of her orgasm, out of breath and more than satisfied; it was nothing like Korra had ever felt before.

The heiress rose to her feet licking her fingers. She bent down to kiss the exhausted girl in front of her. The Southerner moaned to both the feeling of Asami's lips and the taste of herself on them. The nonbender departed and walked across the room.

"Have I ever told you the tradition about mistletoe, Korra?"

She pulled herself up in the chair, still tied to it. "Mistletoe?"

"Yes, mistletoe. Its origin isn't exactly clear, though some believe it's an Earth Kingdom custom." Asami returned to her and pulled the rope apart from the Avatar's wrists as she spoke. The younger woman was too tired to move right away, so she plopped her hands on the arms of the chair to recover. "It's a small plant that's hung in places around the home during the holidays, usually in doorways." The Mistress returned to the bed. "Whenever two people were caught underneath it, they kissed. It was believed that the Spirits would send them love and good fortune if they did."

In the silence to follow, Korra lifted her fingers up to her blindfold. When she received nothing for her actions, she pulled it off. Her eyes took in the sight and her mouth fell open. Her girlfriend lay on her side, her cheek resting in her palm. She wore red and black lace lingerie that hugged her tight and left little to the imagination. In her other hand was a small bundle of green that the bender assumed to be the mistletoe she spoke of. She held it, not above her head as tradition called for, but between her legs. Korra licked her lips to the thought of licking those lips.

"I'm waiting for my kiss. Come and get it."

Korra shot fire at her bindings, trying to get them off as quick as possible. When they remained, she swore under her breath. Dammit Asami, I thought I hid all of the fireproof rope. Her fingers stumbled over themselves; she was too focused on stealing glances of the beauty waiting on the bed. Her eyes were drawn to the mistletoe in her fingers, which she swayed left and right over her clit. Korra paused for a moment, thinking of the warm wetness waiting for her. She bit her lip and continued fumbling with her restraints. She locked on Asami's emerald irises as she tugged one leg free.

Korra's look shot through her and made her suck her lip in anticipation. She couldn't help but smile in amusement watching the Avatar, master of all elements, bridge between the Worlds, struggle, naked and damp, with a simple knot. Oh Korra.

The Southerner broke free and flew through the air onto the sheets. She wasted no time. She crawled on top of her girlfriend and kissed her with every ounce of passion she had in her. The engineer moaned into her mouth. Korra reciprocated. Her hands, now free to roam the heiress, grabbed both sides of her face and pulled her closer. Asami tossed the mistletoe aside and dug her nails into the Water Tribe girl's back. She wrapped her legs around the tan hips pressed against her. Their tongues danced and the inventor ground against her lover. The bender left her beloved's lips and sucked on her neck, just above its connection to her shoulder.

"Oh Korra…" Asami hummed, turning her head to give the Avatar more skin to work with. Just as the Mistress had done before, Korra took up the offer and covered the area with kisses and bites. The CEO found herself clawing at her girlfriend's back, convinced that she left marks on each side. The Southerner grunted in response, enjoying every bit of the slight pain. She thrust against the older woman, coercing another sweet moan to escape her smeared lips. Her powerful hands massaged her chest, pawing at that which hid under the black and red lace. She lifted Asami up with one arm, unclipped the bra with ease, and yanked it off of her.

Korra was letting go, becoming primal and passionate. Asami loved it.

The Avatar lowered herself and took a pink nipple into her mouth. She sucked and nibbled on it while her hands felt every inch of the heiress' pale, sweating body. She groaned to the fingers pulling her dark brown hair.

"Korra… Korra…" She repeated, tightening her legs around her lover's waist. Her moans became pleas. "Korra," she begged, wanting more.

The Water Tribe girl smiled and switched breasts, forcing Asami to arch her back off of the bed.

"My love…" She whispered in complete bliss. Her girlfriend's slow speed was agonizing. She concluded it was punishment for being tied to a chair, although she enjoyed it, the CEO added. It was undeniable, and they both knew it. She circled her hips against Korra, the desire for friction becoming a need. Tan hands held her waist down in retaliation. Fuck, Korra. Asami threw her head back when the lips began moving south. She scraped the engineer's stomach with her teeth and she groaned.

She's so close. So… close…

The Avatar squeezed Asami's hips before sliding her palms onto her thighs. The inventor's legs fell open, beckoning for Korra to enter. She kissed down her abdomen and over her underwear to her lips. A high-pitched moan escaped the heiress and she dug into the sheets. She pressed her tongue against the fabric, teasing the older woman. The engineer pushed herself into the Southerner.

"Please, my love."

"Please what?" This had been the first time Korra spoke since she released herself from her bindings.

"Please…" She arched towards her but the Water Tribe girl rose. Dammit, Korra.

"What is it that you want, my Mistress?" She slid her fingers under the lacey edge of the red and black lingerie, on either side of Asami's lips.

"I want you, Korra." She bit her lip, struggling for breath. Another gush of warmth escaped her. She ached to be touched further.

"Want me to do what, Mistress? You need to be more," she lifted the underwear away just an inch, just enough to feel the moisture spill out, "specific."

"I want you, I want you to bury your face between my legs and make me scream louder than you did on that chair." Her tone signaled the return of her dominant persona, refusing to let this torture faze her anymore.

"As you wish, my Mistress." Korra smirked. She knelt down and took the fabric between her teeth, grazing against her lover's clit. Asami moaned and threw her head back, her submissive side taking over. She ripped the lingerie off and yanked the engineer into her. Her tongue went to work, lapping around her girlfriend's lips and moving further north.

"Oh, Korra." She reached down and tangled her hand into the tan woman's hair, pulling her closer. She rotated her hips in rhythm when Korra circled her clit. She was already on the cusp of getting off when two strong fingers entered her. Asami exhaled in delight to the thrusting. Tension pooled up into her body and she let the Southerner take control.

The Avatar increased her speed and changed up her patterns. She knew the engineer was close, oh so close. She moved faster. And faster. Each breath brought her name into her ears. The sounds shortened but kept repeating.

Spirits! Asami lifted herself against Korra's mouth and moaned louder than she ever had. Her limbs shook as she climaxed. The Water Tribe girl felt tightening around her fingers, sporadic clenches and releases of her girlfriend's orgasm. When the heiress collapsed onto the bed, out of breath and glossed with sweat, Korra removed her fingers and climbed up to her lover's face. They met in a deep kiss until they both retreated for air.

Korra sprawled next to her beloved. Asami melted into the Avatar's side. She cooed to the tan hand that played with a piece of her hair and wrapped her arms around the Southerner's waist.

"'Sami?"

"Hmm?"

"Can we do this every year?"

The heiress chuckled and propped herself up. She placed a gentle peck on Korra's lips. "Of course we can."

Korra smirked. "Merry Christmas, Asami."

She settled back into her resting position in the arms of her lover. "Merry Christmas, Korra."

They closed their eyes and fell asleep, exhausted but content in their naked embrace.