Office Hours
"Korra, this-ah, this isn't really the b-best time."
The Avatar nipped at her girlfriend's ear, "Mm, yet you sound like you're enjoying yourself."
Asami let out a shaky breath and rolled her head back to give Korra more access to her neck. The shorter girl currently had her backed up to her desk, its ledge dug into her thighs. "I have to go... To a meeting with Varrick-mm s-soon."
Korra leaned away with a grin hanging from her lips. "You don't wanna be stressed during your sales pitch, 'Sami." She tugged at the engineer's shirt.
Despite her words of protest Asami lifted her arms and let the Avatar throw her blouse to the side. "Varrick is gonna know," the dark haired girl said as she was picked up then placed on her desk. "He always knows," a smirk formed along her mouth.
"If he asks, tell him that I'm not sorry for being unable to keep my hands off my beautiful girlfriend," Korra husked as she ran her palm up Asami's abdomen. She wrapped her arm around the engineer and leaned in to kiss her.
Asami responded by wrapping her legs around the Avatar's torso. Their mouths ghosted over each other. "Maybe I could stand to be a few minutes late," Asami murmured as she felt Korra's hand move past her waistband.