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#8 Mover Practise - Asami and Korra are actresses, and their upcoming film maybe be everything they'd secretly hoped for..

Korra and Asami stood staring at each other, Korra teetering away from the taller girl so her back was painfully pressing against her dressing room table, and although it hurt she couldn't find it within herself to stop; she felt awkward and heated with anticipation, and when she spoke her voice certainly matched.

"You've read the script?"

Asami nodded, loosely crossing her arms across her chest and leaning her weight on her right leg. "I've read the script."

"What did you think of the – err – the err – the –" Korra could not find the words, and her blush told Asami as much. It was obvious what she was referring to.

"The kissing scene?" Korra did not notice the light shade of red that sprinkled the milky skin of Asami's face, like a broken mask or a veiled twilight, and perhaps if she had she wouldn't have been so nervous.

Korra was jealous of how together Asami was about the whole thing – not an awkward mess like herself. She hated that she couldn't have Asami's relaxed attitude, but when it came to such a sensitive subject of Korra's, she really couldn't be blamed for her delicate reactions.

Korra wavered on her feet, rocking on her heels with forced nonchalance. Why did it have to be Asami? Why did it have to be the girl she craved more than anything else in the world? Her luscious red lips and the pale hue of her green eyes called out to Korra with an enticing, insatiable pang of lust, and when Asami played with her hair and shuffled silently under Korra's soft gaze, Korra could feel her defences falling – she would no doubt make an idiot out of herself.

But it was not her that spoke, and Asami's words gave Korra goosebumps in an equally good, equally bad way. "I think we need to practise…to make it seem…realistic." The gruff edge in Asami's voice made Korra's whole body burn. She sounded so sexy with that sort of nervous husky undertone that carried along Korra's skin and into her eager ears.

Korra felt herself back further into her desk, but she couldn't help it. If this had to happen, she knew she had to suppress her desire or risk exposure of her feelings.

"Realistic." Korra mumbled when she stared at Asami's lips. She knew she'd have no trouble making her feelings seem real because her feelings were real. When Korra realised she was still staring at the dark, soft lips of Asami, she blushed and looked away, praying that Asami hadn't noticed. "Yeah. We should –" she awkwardly cleared her throat and looked back to Asami to see the taller girl was closer than before, and staring intently into Korra's eyes. "We should do…that. What you said."

Korra's voice was almost inconceivable now. It was a midnight quiet of gentle waves lapping at the shore, and she could feel how parched she was – Asami – she needed – Asami –

And then Asami was against her and her hands were clasping either side of the desk almost desperately, but her body was totally relaxed against Korra's and they seemed to fit perfectly together. Korra knew her lower back would be bruised – she was pressed so hard against the table she was surprised she hadn't snapped in two – and she tried to avoid the dangerous urge of melting into Asami's warm body. It called to her – gently, gently, softly, lapping her forward – and Asami's voice was just as quiet as Korra's as she stared down at her with glazed eyes.

"I just need – practise." Asami mumbled, and Korra felt the erratic thump of her heart in her throat at the very look in Asami's eyes.

And then she was leaning down to Korra, and with one hand she took Korra's hand in her own and guided their fingers together with soft purpose, and the other rested on Korra's hip. Korra's eyes immediately fluttered closed, and when their lips connect it was like the expansion of the universe: infinite, beautiful, powerful. Definite. Like the soaring of an eagle but condensed and desperate - heated with needy compassion.

Before she had even realised it Korra's mouth had slipped open, and she had fallen victim to the dominance of Asami Sato as her tongue ran across her own and elicited the lowest of moans from Korra's mouth. The noise made Korra blush and she darted away from Asami with broken fractures of apology, but at the possessive, lustful look in Asami's eyes she swallowed it whole.

And then there were no more words – and they were kissing again – and Korra muttered a breathy "more" against Asami's lips that had Asami cupping Korra's ass and lifting her up onto the table. Asami grasped Korra's chin with one hand and pulled her towards her. Korra's whole being was filled with Asami; her senses blocked with the smell, the touch, the taste, the sound, the sight of Asami Sato, and all of her quirks and beauty and all of her being. The cool touch of Asami's long, pretty fingers smoothed against her hot cheek forced Korra from her shell and she wrapped her arms carelessly around Asami and yanked her close. The two fell on the table now and parted with no regrets, only the loud pants of each girl attempting to catch their determined breath could be heard.

There were deep gasps for air, deep heaves of their chests as the girls stared at the ceiling.

Asami, breathless and hot, spoke with none of her relaxed eloquence and instead only managed a stuttered string of concealed joy. "That was – good. I think we could really fool people."

"Right." Korra said, just as equally winded. "Ah – we should – probably still practise though – right?"

Asami carelessly turned her head to face Korra. "Right."

But their warm smiles of absolute content revealed their thespian words, and they knew words no longer meant anything. The only thing that held significance was the feel of their touching skin, and the pounding of their hearts that dreamed it would never stop.