To the threesome's surprise, a ball was announced in their honor. The invitation came in the mail almost three weeks after the press had covered the story. Printed on thick, formal paper were the words: "Please join the council in congratulating the Avatar in her latest victory, and supporting her in her newest adventure with her beaus!" with a date and time printed under it. The three told themselves it was a ploy, and fully intended to ignore the request to attend.
Then how did they end up there? Korra found herself visited that day by a cheerful Asami, holding various shopping bags. She tried to tell her she wasn't feeling well, which wasn't a complete lie, to deter her advance through the house, but it didn't work. The two women ended up in Korra's bedroom with clothing splayed over the large bed.
"Wow, Korra, that's a really big bed," Asami had noted. Korra had laughed.
"Well, yeah, three of us sleep in it, 'Sami," She had replied, causing her friend to blush. Korra raised an eyebrow. "Wait, you and Mako have had sex, right?"
"Sure," Asami answered abruptly. "Of course we have. We've been together for eight months, of course we have."
"Asami, you don't have to lie because you feel embarrassed," Korra chuckled. Asami's face turned bright red at her words. She just shrugged.
"It's not like I don't want to, I just don't know how to initiate it," the slightly older girl said. Korra blanched at her words, surprised.
"You kind of just do it, Asami. Doesn't Mako want it too?" She asked. Her friend shrugged again.
"Maybe," she said. "It seems like he does, but every time we get close to actually doing it, he gets all awkward and weird. I don't know what to do."
"Well, you could communicate…" Korra suggested. She was surprised at herself, because only a year ago she would've been blushing just as terribly. She never thought being with the older men would change her, but even her maturity wasn't protected anymore.
"How do I do that?" Asami asked.
"Well, when Korra wants something, she tends to take it by force. Though, in your situation, you should probably just have an adult talk about it," Tarrlok's voice rang out from the entrance of the bedroom.
"Tarrlok! What if we were naked?" Korra demanded loudly with her hands on her hips. She guessed that she was still pretty much the same. Her lover just laughed.
"As to you, it wouldn't be something I hadn't seen before, but as to Asami, I apologize if I invaded," He smirked with a slight bow.
"No problem," Asami waved off the apology. "Can I ask a question?"
"Sure," Korra answered tentatively. Asami leaned in close to her friend, almost to avoid letting Tarrlok hear it.
"Have you, you know, done it with both of them? At the same time?" Her question made Korra burst out laughing.
"Of course, I have!" She managed to get out between loud guffaws. Tears nearly came to her eyes as she laughed. It took a while to recover but when she did, Asami was also laughing. "Did you think I'd ignore one while I fucked the other?"
"No, nothing like that," Asami answered, still chuckling. "I just didn't know if you had yet."
"We've been together since before the truce, Asami," Korra suddenly said automatically. She froze, knowing what she had said wasn't something that should've been shared. She glanced over at Tarrlok nervously, but his eyes were on the book in his lap. "I mean-"
"No need to explain, Korra," Asami smiled. "When the news of the relationship came out, it was assumed that it was a result of the truce."
"Oh. I didn't know that people thought that," Korra answered, rifling through the bags her friend had brought. She pulled out an indigo piece of clothing only have it yanked away from her.
"Nope, you don't get to see any of it until it's on you," Asami snickered as Korra Pouted. "So strip."
Korra shooed Tarrlok from the room finally, and proceeded to undress. When she was down to her traditional bindings, Asami shook her head.
"Those too," She said firmly as she rifled through another bag. She came out of it holding simply elegant undergarments made of black satin, edged with frilly red lace. "I knew you'd want to wear your bindings, but this outfit is much too high class for those."
"Oh," Korra had her fair share of high class, and definitely didn't enjoy it all the time, but getting dressed up was something she liked from time to time. Of course, the longer she lived in the city, the more prone she was to adopting the modern city look, and that's mostly what her casual wear was now a days. She stilled preferred the traditional bindings rather than the undergarments of the city women, but that's not to say that she didn't own a fair share of pretty, lacy underwear. She nodded her approval and the girls moved onto the next piece. Asami told Korra to close her eyes, to which she complained, but had no choice, because both women just stood there until her eyes were closed. Then Asami got to work.
Korra felt the slide of soft fabric across her skin as a long garment was pulled over her head. She noted there were no sleeves, and the cloth was nearly skin tight. There was tugging behind her as Asami laced up the back. Another layer was added, settling around her waist this time.
"All right," She heard Asami say. "Open your eyes."
When she did, she was faced by herself in something she had never even considered before. Her friend had dressed her in a floor-length gown. Though it was tight in the torso, defining her curves more than she would have preferred, where the second layer began, it was ruffled and gorgeous. As the ruffles got wider towards the bottom, they got darker, to nearly black. The top of the gown was a dark navy blue with a heart shaped top that her breasts nearly spilled from. She loved it, but felt something was missing.
Asami held out a silver armband to her friend, knowing that she felt exposed. After Korra had it in place, she was directed to the vanity in the corner of the room. Korra didn't use it very often, only when she was going out with the brothers to a elegant restaurant, but she did own her own makeup. Instead of facing it, Asami turned her around so she couldn't see the mirror, and set to work.
Korra felt various liquids and powders covering her face. All over her face. It actually tickled, and she was scolded more that once by her friend to stay still. When Asami was done, she turned her friend around and was awarded with a gasp.
"Asami," Korra smiled at herself in the mirror. Her lips were painted burgundy, and her eyelids were black. Korra also noticed that her skin appeared flawless. She had never tried to do her makeup like this. It was generally a swipe of mascara and some gloss before she walked out the door. "This is beautiful, Asami."
"It's just your face, Korra, with some gook on it," Her friend replied. "You're the beautiful one."
"Thank you for this," Korra said to Asami, who just smiled. "Really."
"Don't mention it," She replied.
Later that evening, after Asami had already left, the two men with a young avatar between them, left the mansion strappingly dressed. They had hired a driver for the night, so the three of them were sitting in the backseat with Korra in the middle. Noatak had his left arm resting on the back of the seat, while Tarrlok had his hand resting on Korra's inner thigh, his thumb rubbing back and forth gently. The threesome was full of jitters, completely nervous. They suspected it was to poke fun at the threesome, or worse, shun them.
As they arrived at the scene of the party, they were very surprised to find that people greeted them warmly. They were ushered into the party, where everything was lit up beautifully. It reminded Korra of the one Tarrlok had thrown in her honor when she first arrived at Republic City, before things became serious between the two of them.
"Wow," Korra said. The men agreed with a nod. Music was playing full swing, and couples littered the dance floor.
"Avatar Korra!" a beautiful woman approached the threesome, her arms spread wide. She realized that this was the non-bender that the city had elected in Amon's place. "I'm so happy that you three could join us!"
"The pleasure is ours, Councilwoman Ling," Noatak spoke up before Korra could butcher her name by not remembering it. Instead she just nodded with a smile on her face.
"Please, call me Bo," The woman in front of them smiled again. Korra noted that her outfit was decidedly fire nation, a little too red, a little too revealing. She appeared to be about 30, and in very good shape. Bo Ling was a woman that was not only confident in herself, but she also was finished in a way Korra knew she'd never achieve. "Korra, you look fabulous tonight. Where did you get that gown?"
"It was a gift from a dear friend," Korra returned the smile. Though the councilwoman seemed genuinely nice, there was something Korra wasn't comfortable with. As if reading her, Tarrlok excused the three of them before something bad happened. "Thank you."
"Of course, my love," Tarrlok answered. He had his hand on her waist, while Noatak simply walked beside them. Many of the guests greeted them, and many ignored them. Korra found herself having a spectacular time in the company of her lovers.
"Dance with me?" Noatak held his hand out to Korra. The song that was playing was a slow number, and she felt herself reluctant. "Don't worry, Korra, I'll lead."
"Of course," She smiled and let him lead her to the floor. He didn't lie when he said he would lead her, and she found herself swung around the floor to the beat of a waltz. She wasn't very good at dancing, and she really hated doing it, but with Noatak it seemed so easy. At the end, he kissed her cheek as people clapped and led her back to where Tarrlok was standing. He had been joined by two other men that Korra hadn't seen for months. "Bolin! Mako!"
"Korrrraaa!" Bolin swept her up into a tight hug, spinning around with her in his arms. Mako smirked from the side. She had wondered how he would react to her new relationship, but he seemed quite happy.
"Hello, Avatar," Make grinned at her before he also hugged her. "How have you been?"
"I've been really, really good." Korra smiled. "I'm still training, if that's what you're wondering."
"Oh! Pro-bending starts soon, Korra! Aren't you going to be on our team?" Bolin asked sweetly. Korra nodded.
"Of course I am, Bo," She replied. "I'd never give up pro-bending!"
"Good, because the competition this year is going to be tough," He said. She raised an eyebrow. "With all the new gyms opening up, there's going to be a lot more people joining teams."
"That makes sense, with the treaty in place," Korra nodded. She noticed then that her lovers had made their way over to the other side of the refreshment table, chatting among themselves. "How many new teams are there?"
"Right now, there's only four new extra teams," Mako chimed in. "But who knows how many there will be by the time the season actually starts."
"Then the season will be longer, won't it?" Korra asked. Both boys nodded. That surprised her. She knew she had been out of the pro-bending loop for a while, but she didn't expect this to happen. She supposed she should have though, when the treaty outlawed bending in public other than approved places.
Asami, who looked exquisite in a city-style burgundy dress, then joined the three friends. The gown was split up the side to her knee, revealing her pale skin. Mako slid an arm around her waist and kissed her mouth.
"Asami, you look so, so beautiful," Korra exclaimed. Her friend blushed lightly and tried to wave it off.
"Thank you, Korra," Asami replied in the space before Mako swept her off to the dance floor.
The rest of the evening went beautifully, filled with dancing, laughing, and drinking. When the threesome entered their home in the early morning hours, they went straight to bed, knocking over a few pieces of furniture on the way.
A/N: I'm sorry this chapter in a bit boring, it's really just a filler. I'm hoping it picks up soon so I can give you guys something good. Anyways! Thanks for reading, and leaving reviews! I love you all!