A/N: Story pause. Bring on the fluff. Because, well, its relevant. And it's korrasami.

CHAPTER 11

Eyes opened to the blinding light of morning rays creeping through a break in the curtains. Typically, it wouldn't be a problem, because most mornings Asami was awake long before the sun came up. Instead, she had turned off her alarms so no to be woken up by that deafening beeping that made her want to chuck her clock across the room. Instead, as well, she was woken up to the sound of a loud, gurgling snore.

She raised her head slightly to look at where the noise had come from. Korra's gorgeous noggin was tucked just barely under hers, her chin likely able to touch the top of the adorably short hairdo if she stretched her neck out. The well chiseled form of the woman's back pressed hard against her chest and abdomen, and soft, curved rear laid flush against her thigh that rested on the mattress, the other having been splayed protectively over a hip, pulling the body to rest more thoroughly against her own. One arm was being used as a pillow underneath the snoring head, and the other was curled between a ribcage and bicep, arm stretched outward to where dark and light extremities had remained entangled throughout the night. She smiled.

Laying her head back down, she thought of the night before. Once their sleeping arrangement was agreed upon, both women and relaxed tremendously. Asami had taken out a heavenly bottle of red wine, one that held subtle notes of coffee and tobacco over a flourishing taste of dried cherries and woody appeal. It was one of her favorites, which she'd saved for a special occasion. Spending the first night together with the young woman she'd been sharing tensions with for some time seemed like the perfect time for it, even if their nightly arrangement wasn't going to go anywhere. If anything, it added to the intimacy of it all, and she was savoring every drop of it that she could.

A fire had been lit in the fireplace of her spacious living space. Discarding the idea of relaxing on the couch, Korra had chosen to pick up a few blankets from a wicker basket off to the side and making space for them in front of the flames, accenting it with throw pillows that adorned the room in various locations. She'd dimmed the lights, the glow of the city through the windows and the light of the fire being the primary luminous sources. Without a hitch, she moved about the apartment like she lived there. She took off her shoes, then, with permission as Asami sat down, she slowly removed her boots as well, placing them neatly by the door before setting herself.

The two shared the bottle of wine, casually engaging in stories about the suits around the office and men fumbling with engine parts at the garage. They laughed and drank sitting across from each other, Korra cross-legged with Asami's feet from her stretched out legs in her lap. Active fingers rubbed the tension from her toes to her ankles, occasionally making their way up her calf before returning to sore heels.

Mid-sentence, Asami had stretched one of her legs, only to hiss slightly as a shooting pain pierced through her leg. "Agghh! Damn charlie horse…"

Korra looked up at her with large puppy dog eyes. "You know, I could rub it out for you more effectively if you took these off." She signaled to her maroon colored skinny jeans.

"Korra, we're not –" She was cut off before she could continue.

"I know; I'm just talking about a massage. That's all."

The raven-haired woman thought for a moment before agreeing to the idea. "Alright," and she stood up to remove the clothes. Looking directly into crystal clear blue irises, she unfastened the button and pulled down the zipper. Her black-laced panties could be seen peaking through as her thumbs dug into the waist, slowly circling around to the back and pushing down on the fabric, bringing it beyond the curve of her rear. Thumps slid again to the outer sides of her thighs, pushing down once more. While remaining straight legged and bending at the waist, her eyes remain locked on the others, Korra following her face as it lower, never once straying elsewhere.

Once the fabric was past her knees, she crouched down, taking a seat, and placing her arms behind her, palms down the floor. She raised her legs, still bound together by her jeans, placing her ankles to hover just over the caramel women's shoulder by her ear. Eyes still maintaining their hold, her red lips curled up in a smirk, a short hesitation before asking, "do you mind?"

Two hands placed themselves under her thighs, fingers pressed to the outside, thumbs pressed to the inside. They gradually glided past her knees and down her calves, making their way to their requested destination. Upon contact, fingers slid between skin and fabric, gently tugging the bundle over her heels and off entirely. A maroon haze was seen in their peripherals, being tossed away as jade remained on azure.

Hands once again made contact with the skin of her ankles. For just a brief moment, tanned lids closed and its head turned. Lips were pressed against her pale skin, causing the entirety of her body to flush in a light share of pink as it heated up all over. It held only for a moment, before azure was on jade again, as though nothing ever happened. The grip on her ankles tightened, and carefully they directed her legs to bend at the knee to be brought in front of the woman. At first, Asami thought Korra was going to place her feet in her lap again, but suddenly her legs spread and she was pulled closer, one leg to each side of the woman's hips, then thighs were laid atop of thighs. In the process, her hands had slipped, causing her back to lie on the floor. Her breath hitched at the sudden movements, then hitched again when both hands returned to a single leg, massaging into the skin fabulously. She lifted her head to gain eye contact again, only to notice a cheesy, toothy grin being tossed her way.

"Is this okay?" Korra asked, concern in her voice, but her eyes stating otherwise.

Asami rested her head and closed her eyes, taking in and releasing a deep breath. Her arms laid stretched to her sides, fingers digging into the blankets as she relished in the feeling of her muscles relaxing under experienced pressure. "Yeah – This is nice," she finally breathed out.

Korra chuckled. "Sorry, I didn't mean to catch you off guard, but I didn't think you'd move closed unless I forced you."

"Mmhmm."

She chuckled again. "I could go higher, if you want."

"Mmmm… Mmhmm."

Moving slowly upwards, occasionally switching between each leg, Asami deep breathing subtly transitioned to light groans. Her fingers twirled around the blankets, pulling them too her as a particularly stubborn spot was rubbed out expertly. After several minutes, she released her hold, only for her hands to move to her body, one against her abdomen, the other pressing against the side of her breast, both resting on the fabric of the light sweater she was wearing. She arched slightly, pushing her palm against her each spot, as if trying to get to the skin underneath, as the muscles along the sides of her hips loosened under such a brilliant touch.

"Asami?"

"Mmhmm."

"Asami… uh –" The foreign hands on Asami's body froze.

Emeralds eyes shot wide open and her arms moved quickly to wrap against her front in a protective measure. She hadn't realized what she was doing or how she was reacting to the touch until that moment. She lifted her head to look at the other woman, terrified that she'd crossed the line, per their agreement.

"Hey, don't freak out," Korra started. "I just wanted you to know that I was done with your legs and if… well, you wanted… I could keep going?" Her hands stayed firmly in their place, her facial features soft and warm, as if reassuring the ivory woman that everything was okay.

"I – um –" The alcohol had begun making Asami's head spin. At least, she told herself it was the alcohol, and not the fact that she was incredibly turned on. "I – yes. That would be nice… I think."

One hand lifted from her thigh and reached out, inviting her to be pulled up. She took it and was raised to a sitting position. Korra's other free hand move to her wrist, gently pulling it away from her chest. "I'm going to take your sweater off, okay?"

"Yeah, okay…" She raised her arms and fingers brushed against her sides as the clothing was stripped from her. Once gone, her arms moved again to cover her chest, the idea that she was in nothing other than her panties and bra, which was a matching black lace, suddenly made her feel extremely vulnerable.

Korra's arms wrapped around the slim waist, pulling the woman onto her lap the moment she noticed her self-confidence wavering. Light skinned forearms were the only thing separating their bodies from molding together. She tucked her head into the pale neck, breathing in and brushing her lips lightly against against the skin, skimming from the base up to the earlobe before whispering, "I'm not going to do anything." Her hands pressed up and down against the woman's back. "I just want to make you feel good and relaxed. Let me take your stress away." Forearms loosened their hold. "Let me see you… please." Arms pulled away from the confined space and hands moved to strong shoulders. "Please, Asami."

Asami was about to pull away to give a better view that was asked of her, until one arm moved from her back to under her rear and she was lifted from the ground. Arms and legs wrapped around whatever they could grab, he voice letting out a shrill squeak in surprised. In a few quick strides the two fell into a chaise lounge chair, her back pressing into the comfortable fabric and her front pressed into by the woman holding her. Quick kisses were pressed to her neck and she giggled at the ticklish feeling, squirming slightly as shivers made their way up her spine. The body upon her began to pull back and she let go.

Korra smiled perfectly down at beautiful woman below her. "I need you to flip over." She pulled herself off the lounge, allowing the woman to follow her direction.

The sounds of ruffling caught Asami's ear as she waited, resting her head on her folded arms and closing her eyes once more. After a few minutes, she could feel another body climbing over her, settling on the back of her thighs. This contact was different though, because she could feel the skin on skin, and instead of questioning it, she just smiled to herself.

"I'm going to unhook you," Korra spoke. With an approving nod from underneath a wave of darkened locks, she fumbled with the connector until the thing popped apart. "Lift up for me?" she asked, and again, Asami obliged, pulling her arms out from the shoulder straps before resting again, as Korra pulled the fabric from underneath her and tossed it away.

The feeling of knots being worked down to the bone in her back was phenomenal. Each touch was more perfect than the last, each one seemingly draining the tension from her shoulders, her arms, her neck. At some moments, the contact was light and delicate, smoothing over her skin gracefully as if combing only across the little hairs. Other times it was rough and with purpose, like the muscles under her skin could be pressed against directly with enough pressure. Regardless, it was sensational, and on more than one occasion her eyes rolled into the back of her head under closed lids. Hums of appreciation escaped, but she didn't care. The feeling of blissful and she never wanted it to end.

The woman on top of her shifted down more, and her hands roamed over her ass. It was more than a massage, it was appreciation, and she could feel the warmth radiating through each fingertip into her now very sensitive skin. Suddenly, hands cupped around the creases at the top of her leg, lifting each cheek, and kisses were pressed against each one. Asami lifted her head, pushing up on an elbow to look down behind her. Blown pupils looked up from her skin, a smile below her eyes.

"You are so incredibly beautiful…" Korra's head dipped down again, kissing the soft skin once more.

Asami could see the small of a tanned back and outline of the adjoining rear sticking up in the air. Without so much as a warning, she turned on her hip, flipping herself over, and coaxing the other woman to pull away as she moved. The laid her head against the pillowed back of the lounge and bent one leg up. The woman before her was on her knees at the edge of the chair, resting back on her heels. She was almost entirely naked, with the exception of a pair of light blue panties.

They spent a good minute or two admiring each other, eyes roaming over every curve, every bit of exposed skin. Eventually, their eyes reached one another again and Asami held out a lily-white hand, wiggling her extremities. "Come here…"

Caramel skin blanketed itself over the pearly contours of Asami's body, resting her head on a shoulder and nuzzling her face into the neck of the other woman. Arms wrapped around the slim frame from the side, breasts pressing against one another, abdomen to a curvy hip, legs wrapping around each other.

"I think you're incredibly beautiful, as well, Korra," Asami began as one hand stroked along a dark arm and the other combed through short hair. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but just your presence takes all of my stress away, and I feel like… me. Just, Asami… not a lawyer, not a businesswoman, not a Sato… and it's wonderful. YOU are wonderful." She kissed the woman's forehead.

Korra looked up, studying the side of Asami's face as she looked at the fingers she moved to play with within her own. The pair was enjoying the comfortable silence that fell over them, every once in a while shifting to touch a new spot on the other's body. Every once in a while they'd catch each other's eye, smiling as they did so. After what seemed like hours, Korra spoke up. "Let's go to bed. I want to cash in on that promise to hold me while I sleep." Asami nodded and the two adjusted to stand up.

Fingers intertwined as the onyx hair of the taller woman flowed down her back, leading the way to the bedroom. They both climbed in, mocha tones in the front, ivory in the back, and they wrapped around each other comfortably. Crimson lip pressed against the back of the smaller girl's neck. "Goodight, Korra." Dark lips kissed the back of a lightened hand. "Goodnight, Asami."

The night had been perfect, and remembering how wonderful it was brought the biggest smile to Asami's face. She felt giddy, elated, excited, aroused, and a multitude of other joyous feelings deep within her. Listening to the sounds of snoring only made her happier, knowing that she made the right choice to go back to the garage and talk to the young woman. She knew there was still much that she didn't know or made sense, but at that moment, she didn't care, and instead she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

A/N: I know, this is far from what you were all expecting, likely in hopes that I'd wrap up some story lines, but this is where the story took me, and I'm happy with it. Apparently, my typing hands wanted fluff, so that's how it went, and they're deserving anyways, so it's all good.