Asami spent the day getting her father settled. It hadn't been as difficult as she'd imagined it to be, the process had gone quite smoothly. She'd helped her father pack a few things, mainly clothes and essential items he needed. When they'd arrived at the nursing home they'd been greeted at the door by a couple staff members.

She'd helped her father unpack, met the nurses, staff, and part of the residents. She'd ate lunch with her father, and then to the delight of the residents had spent some time playing the grand piano in the foyer. After that she escorted her father back to his room where she read to him until he fell asleep. With a quick kiss pressed to his head she'd taken a cab to Korra's apartment.

Throughout dinner she noticed Korra had been unusually quiet, and all her attempts to fill the emptiness were met with weak smiles and one-word responses. Pushing her plate aside she reached out, her hand covering Korra's. "Where are you right now?"

Korra smiled and withdrew her hand to pick up her napkin. "I'm having dinner with a gorgeous woman."

"Korra you know what I mean." Asami reached out and stroked her cheek. "You're here, but you're not here." She sat back in her chair, her hands folded in her lap as a thought came to her. "This is because I'm leaving." She found her answer in the flash of emotion in Korra's eyes.

Korra shrugged, shook her head, and pushed her glasses back up her nose. "I just had a rough day today. I mean, yeah I'm going to miss you when you go, but I get it." She pushed her chair back and gave a small, forced laugh. "I mean we both knew this wouldn't amount to anything."

Asami watched her back as she carried her plate to the sink. "We did?" Her hand closed tightly around her wine glass as she took a sip.

Korra turned at that, confusion on her face. "You only came here to get your dad settled, that's taken care of, now you're headed back to your home." She turned back to the dishes, taking her time, slowly washing the plate in her hand.

Asami rose from her chair, walked to the sink, and wrapped her arms around Korra's waist. "What does that have to do with us though?" She felt Korra stiffen, and she dropped her head to press her lips against the back of her neck. "Look, this can be whatever you want it to be, but I'm not going to lie. I like you Korra."

Korra turned in her arms, and held onto to the little flame of hope that flared in her chest. "What are you saying? Spell it out for me so I know for sure."

Asami cupped her cheek, her thumb swiping tenderly across it. "I'm saying, that if you want to try, we don't have to end this." She searched Korra's face, hoping for some answer, or reaction. "Yes, I am leaving in a couple days, but I'll be back. I have a relationship with my father again, because of you. I have lots of reasons to visit, and you could visit me."

"So, you want to try this, long distance?"

She nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. "I like you too much to at least not try."

Korra hummed and squinted at her, pretending to mull over her answer. A grin broke out across her face. "I like you too Sato."

Asami returned the smile. "Yeah?" She chuckled when Korra nodded, and ducked to place a kiss to her cheek. "What a relief."

Korra's hands settled on her hips, and she nudged her backwards, guiding her towards the hall. "Now, what are some of these reasons you have to visit?"

Asami smirked as she caught the look in Korra's eyes. "Oh, you know, there's that little food cart you took me to."

Korra ran her hands up Asami's sides, peeling her shirt off her. She placed a kiss to her chest. "Great food there. What else?"

"Narook's, love that bar." Asami felt the door to Korra's bedroom press against her back. "Then there's that lovely hotel, great pillow mints."

Korra grinned, her lips pressed to the top of one breast. Her hands ran up Asami's back, unhooking her bra and guiding it off. "Anything else?" She cupped Asami's ass as her mouth closed around a pink nipple.

Asami moaned, one hand shooting out to pull Korra closer by the neck. She shivered at the feeling of Korra's hot tongue flicking against the hardening peak. "L-lots more reasons." She fumbled behind her for the doorknob, wrenching the door open, Korra pushing her inside. Asami paused at the bed, her hands framing Korra's face as she held her head in place. "My favorite reason is you."

Korra felt her insides burn hot and liquify, she felt her knees shake, or maybe it was the ground moving. She didn't really have a response to that, because to her it sounded like so much more.

She reached down and pulled her shirt off, tossing it to the side. She pushed her glasses back in place and reached out, her fingers skimming along the tops of Asami's jeans. "If it's alright with you, I think tonight I want to make sure you have a good incentive for visiting as often as possible." She slipped Asami's jeans and underwear down then helped her step out of them.

She let Asami pull her into a gentle kiss, but Korra wasn't in the mood for gentle. With the bite of her teeth, and a hard shove pushing Asami to the mattress, Korra watched the fire flare behind those emerald eyes.

Asami pulled her forward by the waistband of her pants. She captured her mouth in a kiss that was rough and full of teeth. She wrapped her legs around Korra's waist, pulling her to the end of the bed, intending to tug her down on top, but instead Asami found a gasp escaping her parted lips as two fingers were shoved deep inside her.

She met each of Korra's thrust with a one of her own, her fingers digging into the muscles of Korra's back. She hissed at the stretch of another finger being added, oh but the way Korra hooked her fingers had her bucking her hips forward for more.

Korra slammed into her, the bed beneath them groaning. A thin layer of sweat started to slick their bodies. She watched Asami's eyes, the way they fluttered, listened to her breathing, the way it hitched and stopped for just a second, Asami was close. Each time she brought her close, she'd slow, and still her movements just long enough to earn a curse from pouty lips, then she'd start again.

Asami dug her fingers into the sheets with frustration. Korra was teasing her, edging her, and she didn't like it one bit. Each time she'd jog her hips hoping for that last little bit of friction, of touch that she need to send her head long into oblivion, and each time Korra kept her from achieving it. She bit down on her bottom lip as Korra stilled her movements again.

Again, and again frustration hit, to the point she was desperate, God she was so desperate. To feel that low burn start and expecting it to roar through her body, only to have it dampened, was maddening. Finally, she broke, she couldn't take being denied the sweet release of ecstasy any longer. She reached down, her hands fondling her breasts, pinching and pulling at her own nipples. She looked up with hooded eyes, a pleading look on her face as she begged. "Please Korra."

Korra smirked, her lips twitched and curled into a smug smile as she thrust into Asami with renewed vigor. The loud "oh" that greeted her ears had a fresh wave of wetness coating her briefs.

Asami felt it building, that low burn rapidly turning into a raging inferno. Her body shook and trembled. She threw her arms around Korra, her nails digging into the flesh of her back as a strangled moan escaped her throat. She pulled Korra down on top of her, causing her to catch herself quickly with one hand. She withered under her weight, grinding her hips against the hand still between her legs. Her vision started to blur and dim around the edges. She laid panting, her clit twitching at each teasing little pass of Korra's fingers. A lazy smile came to her face at the delicious ache that spread between her legs.

Korra pressed a light kiss to her ear, her temple, her cheek, and finally landed on her lips. "You okay?"

Asami's smile grew. "I love how you always ask that afterwards, like you're afraid you've broken me."

Korra chuckled and moved to straddle Asami's hips. "I like to check that I haven't." She swirled her hips, earning a barely suppressed groan. "There's always next time."

Asami shook her head, a smile in place as she fumbled with the buttons on Korra's jeans. "I think we need to get you out of these first."

Korra grabbed her hands and jerked them over her head. Leaning down she pressed her lips to Asami's ear. "Who said I was finished with you?" She smiled when she felt Asami clench her legs together. With a devilish look she kissed her way down Asami's body and settled between her legs.

Much later Asami lay limp and sweaty, a still partially clothed Korra running a cool, damp cloth over her body. For the life of her she couldn't count how many times she'd climaxed. Or how many times Korra had used her mouth, her tongue, her fingers, to coax a release out of her. As she became more aware that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't count, or remember, as one orgasm had bled into another, she realized, Korra had well and truly broken her. She voiced the thought to herself, a small smile flitting across her lips as she fell into an exhausted sleep.