Please for the love of Glob do NOT read this at work. NSFW. Just don't.

Skin and Ropes

Her grin was wicked as she stared down at her handiwork. The ropes that wound around the other woman's wrists held them taught at the lower back and the strip of cloth that ran between the teeth, pulling in her cheeks, effectively muffled any discernible speech. Korra leaned over Asami, who laid flat on her stomach with her cheek pressed into their bed's pillows.

"Too tight?" she asked, as she curled a finger through the bindings to check their constriction.

Asami squinted her eyes, the lines in her brow creating a challenging expression. Flexing, she tried to move her arms: splaying her hands and rolling her shoulders, she demonstrated her lack of mobility. As if saying 'come get me,' she winked at the woman on top of her.

Korra smirked, "Good." She rolled the engineer onto her back and climbed over her in a half straddle, leaving one knee at her hip, and one in between her legs. The Avatar leaned forward so that her mouth lingered close to Asami's ear. "Now I get to do whatever I want to you," she husked, as she gripped either side of the engineer's blouse and gave it a sound yank. Buttons ripped from their stitching and scattered away, leaving Asami's chest exposed. Korra ran a palm up her abdomen to the soft flesh underneath her jaw. She tighten her grip and used her thumb to press her head to the side. Asami exhaled sharply.

"You sure you'll be able to handle it?"

Excited huffs escaped her nose as the Avatar's lips connected with her throat. Her eyes fluttered shut as teeth raked over her skin: tagging over the sensitive spot where her pulse thumped away. Korra closed her mouth around it to create suction and rolled her hips.

Asami whimpered as the knee between her legs ground against the middle of her pants. As she worked down her neck, Korra continued to rock up in a slow rhythm, only stopping when Asami began to angle her hips to increase the friction.

The Avatar moved both hands to the other woman's waist and shifted her weight, holding her flat against the mattress. "Uh-uh," she shook her head, "don't make me tie down your legs." Asami gave a grumbly sigh and rolled her eyes, though the flush of her cheeks suggested she probably wouldn't mind.

Korra grinned and feathered a few fingers over her neck, over the dark splotches that were forming in a trail to her collarbone. "You're gonna have to wear a high collar to work tomorrow." She slid an open hand down her sternum. "Or maybe you don't and let everyone see that you're mine." Korra jerked her knee up on the last word, causing Asami to grunt. She moved her hand to cup one side of her chest and rolled the mound of flesh there. The engineer shuddered as she attempted not to arch into her touch. Korra traced circles around its already erect peak, thumbed over it once, then dropped her head to let her tongue repeat the pattern.

Low groans rumbled from the base of Asami's throat; her arms strained in their bonds, the bed creaked. Korra was moving her lips farther down to her stomach, biting and sucking, leaving marks on her fair skin. She kissed at a sharp oblique and looked up; the other woman's ribcage was expanding and her abdominal muscles tightened.

The Avatar ran her hands up Asami's covered legs, following the curve of her quadriceps. Making sure to leave her oblique with a parting nip, she leaned back and thumbed open the button of Asami's pants. Korra curled her fingers around the waistline and tugged them off, discarding them to the side. "Wow, babe." Korra stared down between the other woman's legs, "You weren't kidding." She shot a grin at Asami, whose face was becoming a deeper shade of red. Her underwear was damp enough for the eye to notice.

It had been the engineer's idea to use bondage in the bedroom. Apparently, after the Earth Queen's forces had captured them, and had them both in chains, Asami realized that she 'really liked the idea of being tied up and strung out by the Avatar.' Her words. Though the gag was Korra's idea.

Asami groaned impatiently and brought her thighs together, searching for the friction her body was aching for. Korra hooked a finger to the front of her panties, peeled them off, and threw them near her pants. In a quick, rough motion, the Avatar pushed the engineer's knees apart, causing a surprised inhale through the latter's nose. Korra held Asami's gaze as she lowered herself: hovered over her center for a moment and watched as she squirmed in anticipation.

A fierce blush had stretched up to Asami's ears, the redness contrasting the green of her desire clouded eyes. Korra knew her girlfriend was going crazy, but she wasn't ready to help her along yet. Instead she placed a kiss on her inner thigh. A small, muffled whine came from the girl below her as she made her way up to her knee. Korra smirked against her skin before dragging her tongue back down the way she came. Asami whimpered, her eyes pleading.

"You are absolutely dripping, 'Sami," Korra purred and closed her lips over the engineer's middle. Asami moaned behind the cloth in her mouth as the other woman's tongue worked in circles. Using her teeth, Korra added pressure behind each flat lick. She rested a hand at the base of Asami's belly as she edged her closer to the brink.

When her hips began to ride along with her rhythm, the Avatar pulled away. Asami groaned in frustration and arched after her touch. Korra crawled over her girlfriend and nipped at her ear, "You didn't think I'd let you get off that easy, did you?" she murmured. Pulling the gag down, she cooed, "Be a good girl. Ask politely." Korra straightened to look at the woman below her: she was biting heavy lines into her bottom lip, and the flush of her cheeks had crept down the the base of her throat.

Begging was particularly hard for the engineer, even when she desperately needed release, and Korra knew that. She also knew that Asami, who tended to lean more towards the dominant side, loved to be in this type of situation from time to time. And by 'loved', she meant 'it really turned her on.'

"Please?"

Korra raised an eyebrow, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth.

"Baby, please, "she whined, chewing on her lip once more.

Korra traced a few fingers down the length of Asami's sternum, down over her stomach. "Please what?" She couldn't tell if her girlfriend's still reddening face was growing darker because of frustration or what she had to say.

Asami flicked her gaze to the side, "Please… Let me, cum," she mumbled.

Korra grinned, "Good girl." She slipped two fingers into her, the engineer's head pressed back into the pillows; she gasped, her back curving to meet Korra's thrusting.

"Fuck," she shuddered, her arms flexed behind her back, "oh-Don't stop!" Asami's hips ground against Korra's knuckles as they found a rhythm. "Mmmnnhh!"

Korra quickened her pace, curling her fingers with every motion. She leaned forward to catch her girlfriend's lips with her own and grinned as she uncontrollably moan against them.

"Aah! Korra," she whined, as her body began to grow tense. The other woman could feel her muscles clench tighter, tighter- until she was over the edge with a cry, her legs trembling around Korra's hand. She let her ride it out, slowing her thrusts and eventually pulling away all together.

Korra let her catch her breath for a moment. Her chest rose and fell heavily as beads of sweat rolled down her skin; she blinked at the woman above her through a drowse, clearly exhausted.

Korra tucked an arm behind her back and gently lifted her forward into a sitting position. She rounded her and swept her dark hair over one shoulder, leaving delicate kisses on her exposed neck as she untied her bonds. After Asami was free, they laid down together. Korra wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, pressing her chest to her back, and held her as they drifted off to sleep.