Summary: Young love blossoms between Korra and Asami. There's still much to discover about one another, privately and in the company of others. What are two college students in love supposed to do over their winter break? What awaits them? The direct continuation of One Look and I Ignite.

Rated M for sexual suggestions, actions, and language. No explicit smut between them, but plenty of underlying intentions.

Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Korra or any of the LoK characters. I merely enjoy spending too much developing adventures for them. This is cross-posted on Ao3 under MyskY.

Chapter 1 - High Society Bad Bitches

Patience has never been a strong suit of Korra's. Neither the elegant ceiling nor the silky sheets ease her restlessness.

She's been abandoned, left alone to fend for herself. How is she supposed to survive...boredom?

This is ridiculously long. Even for Asami. If she wouldn't have locked Korra out like a clingy polar bear puppy, maybe she wouldn't be so bored. Then again, how could she ever be bored with such a beautiful and intelligent woman naked with shower droplets dripping off her face, between the valley of her supple breasts, and trailing down in between her legs?

After the night she's had with the Satos revelations and Asami's coming out, a night worshipping the woman she loves sounds like something they'd enjoy.

A stupid grin breaks out on Korra's lips. Everything seems so surreal. Barely twenty-four hours after the Society's holiday celebration, it feels like a lifetime of knowing that Asami loves her. The urge to squeal like a schoolgirl in privacy is resisted and manifests as staring a hole into the bathroom door.

She thinks about finding a bobby pin or a paperclip to unlock the door herself. Knowing the Satos, she's positive their locks are a little more complex than an average lock. Korra also has never picked a lock before and considers asking Asami for lessons in bobby picking locks. Apparently, Beifong taught Asami that, and much more complicated tasks, a long time ago for safety reasons.

Tiredly sighing, Korra swings herself around in Asami's bed. She props her feet above the headboard, situating herself in an upwards L shape with her phone in her hands again.

She's cleaning out her messages when an idea pops into her head, fingers flying over the screen.

Korra named the conversation "High Society Bad Bitches"

Korra (9:42pm): What's up bitches?

Kuvira Beifong (9:42pm): The fuck is this? Who gave you the authority to create a group chat?

Korra (9:43pm): I did?

Opal Beifong (9:43pm): This is great! Why haven't we created a group chat before? We don't have to play messenger anymore or have anything be lost in communication

Kuvira Beifong (9:43pm): And with your fucking luck the two love birds will send nudes over this instead of their private thread. Do you really wanna see their tits and the nasty crap they do?

Opal Beifong (9:44pm): KUVIRA!

Korra (9:44pm): You said you were happy for us being in love!

Kuvira Beifong (9:44pm): Doesn't mean I wanna see you engaging in foreplay! And you have no right naming this group chat! One - you're not a bad bitch. Two - you're not a Society bitch. The rest of us are though

Korra (9:45pm): If you think about it I'm an honorary Society bitch since I'm dating the baddest Society bitch there is

Kuvira Beifong (9:46pm): NOPE! That title belongs to ME!

Korra (9:46pm): I'm making friends with a bunch of Society bitches (and I mean that with all my love Opal and Asami. Not for Kuvira though)

Kuvira Beifong (9:46pm): Fuck you. If anything, you're my bitch and Sato's bitch. When you're not with Salami you're MY bitch to do my bidding

Opal Beifong (9:47pm): Kuvira stop calling everyone a bitch!

Kuvira Beifong (9:48pm): Stop being such a pussy. I mean it in the most endearing way possible just like Korra. Would you rather me call Korra 'Sweetcheeks' or Asami 'Siren'? OH! Now that's a good new nickname for her! I need to think of a food nickname for Korra

Opal Beifong (9:49pm): Oh boy. Where is Asami anyway? She'd definitely have something to say about all this

Korra (9:49pm): Showering

Kuvira Beifong (9:50pm): What? She kick you out for getting too handsy in the Sato estate? Or did she just need some "private" time because you can't get her off

Korra (9:50pm): I'd smack you if you were here

Kuvira Beifong (9:52pm): I'd like to see you try

Opal Beifong (9:54pm): Please tell me this isn't just going to be a bunch of sexual topics and innuendos

Kuvira Beifong (9:54pm): No promises sis

Opal Beifong (9:55pm): Urggg

"Korra, would you like to explain why my phone's blowing up with dozens of messages of Kuvira and Opal arguing?"

There she stands just outside her bathroom door in only a towel with her hair wrapped up in another towel. Hip cocked, partially steamed glasses on, steam billowing into her room, and phone in hand, she gives Korra her bitch brow.

Spirits, she's absolutely divine. I can't believe I get to love her and cherish her out of everyone in the world.

Not a single word is heard from Asami as Korra moves towards her. When she's finally within reach, she wraps her arms around Asami and brings their lips together, effectively shutting her up.

Maybe she's not worshipping her against the bathroom counter and celebrating their love, but the soft traces of Asami's warm hands against the back of her neck are a nice consolation. There is one inconvenience though.

"Turn them off." Korra groans softly into their kisses, feeling the vibrations against her back. "I don't wanna think about them. I just wanna think about you. They really dampen the mood, you know?"

"Karma's a bitch, love," she murmurs, giving her one last kiss before pushing her an arm's length away, bitch brow back in full force. "Or should I say karma's a high society bad bitch?"

"Fine! Change the name if nobody likes it!" She pouts, believing she made up a clever group name that truly represented them. "Just don't lock me out of your bathroom again."

"You and I both know I would've been in here for twice as long if you accompanied me."

"I don't see a problem."

Asami rolls her eyes, slipping her robe on and dropping the towel underneath. Korra further pouts at not being able to see her beautiful body. To pacify her pout, she gets a deep kiss before being pulled back to the heavenly bed to get settled.

Opal Beifong (10:02pm): Korra where'd you go?

Kuvira Beifong (10:03pm): Use your tiny brain and put 2 and 2 together. 2+2 doesn't equal 2-headed fish. They're obviously fucking

Opal Beifong (10:03pm): Why is your brain hardwired to automatically think they're fucking? If I didn't know any better I'd be concerned with how much you think about them doing it

"You wanna have a little fun?" Asami asks, catching up on the messages with a mischievous smile and evil look in her eye.

"How?" Korra drawls on, but then becomes excited, leaning forward a little. "Do I get to slip off your robe, kiss every inch of your skin, and show you how much I love you?"

"In a sense."

Before Korra has a chance to ask for more details, her jaw drops to the bed. In seconds, a new messages flashes across her screen as she remains frozen. She knows what that message contains.

But Korra got the live show and nothing will ever surpass that.

'Sami (10:07pm): *audio message* Un, fuck, fuck, fuck! Korra!

Kuvira Beifong (10:08pm): WHAT THE FUCK?!

Kuvira Beifong (10:08pm): See! This is exactly why we 4 can't have a group chat together. Sato's getting railed and sharing too much info about her sex life. What a fucking entrance!

'Sami (10:09pm): It's funny you'd think I'd be the one getting railed

"Asami!" Korra whines, red spreading across her face. Thankfully, Opal and Kuvira are dozens of miles away. If they were in the room with them, she might've burst into flames.

Kuvira Beifong (10:10pm): Ho ho ho! She's a pillow princess is she?

Korra (10:11pm): I am no pillow princess!

Kuvira Beifong (10:11pm): You sure about that??

Korra (10:12pm): YES!

Kuvira Beifong(10:12pm): Sugar Mama ain't eating you out or railing you right now?

Korra (10:11pm): NO!

'Sami (10:12pm): I will drive to the Beifong estate right now and knock a few teeth out. Maybe even break your nose

Kuvira Beifong (10:11pm): Give it your best shot? I told you the conditions of coming into my home

Opal Beifong (10:13pm): Can we talk about something that's not sexual or fighting each other?

Korra (10:14pm): Fine. Tell us all the deets about Mako

Kuvira Beifong (10:15pm): Fuck you!

'Sami (10:15pm): Please tell me you didn't eat him alive

Kuvira Beifong (10:15pm): He's alive. That's all you're getting

Opal Beifong (10:16pm): Don't rile her up! I have to LIVE with her!

Kuvira Beifong (10:16pm): Do you want me to barge into your room and gouge your eyes out?

Opal Beifong (10:17pm): Stop instigating please! I'm going to be punished if you push the wrong buttons!

'Sami (10:18pm): I'm not even going to say it

Korra (10:18pm): I think Kuvira would like someone to push her buttons after the dry spell she's had ?

'Sami (10:19pm): KORRA!

Kuvira Beifong (10:21pm): That's it! I'm out! Have fun fucking each other in your tri-fuck-a-lon and flooding your bed!

Opal Beifong (10:23pm): I guess I have to go hide in my closet or drive as far away from home as possible. I'm homeless. Are you two happy?

"Seriously, Korra, are you five?" Asami questions, laying her phone on her nightstand and crossing her arms. "Poor Opal's going to have to face the wrath of Kuvira now."

"Not my fault she's got a short fuse. It's how we say we love each other."

Asami hums skeptically. "More like you're reverting back to the two bisexuals that want to kill each with no sexual tension between one another whatsoever." She leans closer to Korra, warm breath fanning across her face. "Now that they're out of the way, you know what I wanna do?"

Korra's breath gets caught in her throat at the suggestive, sultry words falling off her lips. "Make out?"

Moaning a little, Asami whispers, "Close your eyes, baby."

Korra being Korra, obediently follows her girlfriend's instructions without a second thought. A soft hand guides her lips to Asami's. Under the taste of vanilla bean – Korra's one true addiction in life – all is lost for proper brain functioning. A singe scratch to the back of Korra's head pulls an explicit moan from Korra and renders her as a puddle of goo, willing at the command of Asami.

Fuck, what is she doing to me?

Asami won't let their kissing proceed any further. Korra finds that odd, worrisome even, but her brain still hasn't reactivated itself.

This is Asami Sato after all.

The woman always has a plan.

Korra tries to deepen the kiss, wrap her arms around Asami and press every inch of their bodies together, but Asami denies everything. She is in total control of this situation. Hot as it is, Korra eventually surrenders and accepts kisses and caresses over her face.

And she falls directly into Asami's calculated plan.

Korra neither sees it coming nor anticipates it. A strike against Korra's side topples her over and has her shrieking, wondering what the hell that was.

"Really?" Korra whines from her submissive position on the bed, peeking up to find Asami towering over her on her knees, straddling her, but not resting any of her weight on her. The cherry on top is one of her fluffy pillows in her hands and the playful smile on her lips. "I give you some of my best stuff, and you whack me with a pillow?"

"I'm surprised you actually fell over." The giggle falling from her lips makes Korra love her a little more, if that's even possible. "Not as strong as you seem. Sucks for me."

Korra shuts her right up by smacking her in the face with a different pillow, but all she gets is a raised eyebrow and not a shriek. "You can't even pretend to fall over?"

"Nope. I anticipated that from a mile away," she says, examining Korra at her mercy beneath her. "You actually do look like a pillow princess right now."

Korra groans loudly. "I'm no damn pillow princess."

Asami waits a moment before responding with a half-grin. "But you usually are."

"I will not take such slander, Sato!"

Having enough of Sato's mouth, Korra grabs her weapon again and resumes her attack.

Like they're two middle schoolers, the couple engage in a serious pillow fight, laughing and giddy the whole time as they run amuck chasing each other. All that's missing is popcorn flying about, frilly pajamas, and a bad rom-com in the background.

Seeing an opening, Korra gently tackles Asami onto her bed and traps her beneath her. The dark, hooded look Korra receives nearly distracts her from winning this fight. But Korra perseveres, and delivers another merciless blow to Asami's face with her weapon.

"Korra!"

Feathers and down stuffing float around them, falling onto the bed and the floor like snow flurries. She begins profusely apologizing, having absolutely no clue how she made a pillow explode, but then Asami bursts with laughter.

"Why are you laughing? Did I hurt you?" Korra begins checking all over her upper chest and face, looking for any signs of injuries.

"No, honey." Once her laughs die down, she wraps her arms around Korra's neck, bringing them flush up against one another. "I guess you are pretty strong if you managed to destroy one of my pillows."

Before Korra has a chance to respond, there's a knock on the door that brings them back to reality.

"Asami, can we come in for a moment? We'd like to speak with you and Korra."

Like Asami's just burnt her, Korra flies towards the other side of the room, heart racing much too fast to be safe. She frantically scans the room to find pillows everywhere, feathers and down stuffing still settling, a disheveled bed, and Asami casually sitting up and pulling up one sleeve of her robe, the towel holding her hair up long gone.

Somehow, Asami's still the most perfect, beautiful woman in all the chaos.

Too bad Hiroshi and Yasuko might kill her first.

"Asami!" Korra whisper-yells, still maintaining her distance from her.

"Give us a minute!" Asami calls out to her parents, walking over to where Korra stands. With a soft expression, she cups Korra's cheeks and gives her a quick peck on the lips. "Don't worry, don't revert back to our first kiss now. He's not going to shoot you with a rifle or kick your ass. Neither is my mom."

"Do you not see your room right now?"

Asami shrugs, doing a quick glance around as they walk towards the door. "If I remember correctly, we actually did a lot more the first time. You didn't get to grab my boob or ass just now."

Oblivious to what was happening behind closed doors, the parents greet the couple warmly. The room becomes much too hot when Hiroshi and Yasuko peek over their shoulders to find their daughter's room a complete mess and looking like they had a little too much fun together. Korra can just imagine the scenarios running through their mind.

"I don't even want to know," Hiroshi says, clearing his throat.

"Anyway," Yasuko begins, smiling kindly at Korra, "we were wondering if your parents were free tomorrow, Korra?"

"Tomorrow?" she repeats, rubbing the back of her neck. "I'm not sure. Why?"

"We'd love to meet them and have them over for dinner, or whatever works best for them, if they're available tomorrow. We'll even send a car for them. If they're not, we'd like to arrange a meal together whenever they're available."

"I'll have to...ask them," she stutters awkwardly, looking back into the room and having no idea where her phone ended up.

"Great! Let us know when you can, and we'll handle the rest!"

Hiroshi and Yasuko turn to leave, but it's not without one final word from Hiroshi. "Asami, let me know how many new pillows you need when you can."

That turns Korra beet red as she and Asami return behind the closed door and tidy up. In all the mess, Korra finds her phone with no new messages from the new group chat or anyone else.

"Go ahead and call them," Asami encourages, hugging Korra from behind and kissing the back of her head. "I'd love to see them too. Maybe another time we can have dinner at your place. My parents have never met a polar bear dog before."

Since Asami's hair came undone in their pillow fight, she retreats to the bathroom for the, as she claims, "bitch this'll be to comb through" and gives Korra privacy.

Senna's ecstatic to hear from her daughter, asking all about how the Society event went. While Korra doesn't sugar coat it, she doesn't go into great detail about the run-ins with the Gan-Lans. She does mention and go into great detail about proclaiming her love for Asami though.

"Mom, I don't mean to interrupt or change the topic, but are you and Dad free tomorrow?"

"I'm free, and I'm pretty sure your father's free unless he's made plans I don't know about. Why, sweetie?"

The couple's parents meeting is always a big step. Just tell her. We're all adults here. Why is my heart racing? They love Asami. I love Asami! Deep breath, Korra.

"Hiroshi and Yasuko would like to invite you to the Sato estate for dinner tomorrow."

Posted: May 14, 2022

Well, here's the direct sequel to One Look and I Ignite! Hope everyone enjoys this new adventure for our favorite couple :)

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