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Asami ran her cloth along the counter to finish cleaning up the last bits of pancake batter stuck to its surface. Korra was standing up on her tip toes to reach some splatters that were hardened on the cabinets with her sponge. Asami glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw the big bad Avatar struggling to reach and giggled to herself. Korra quickly shot her a playful glare, knowing exactly why she was giggling. Asami's giggles quieted down shortly and she was left staring down at the counter with a small smile on her face. Suddenly, remembering last night, she stopped her motions and stared down at the hand that was holding the rag. She bit down on her lip as she gathered some courage. She had to bring up last night. She needed to apologize. She didn't dare to look over at Korra; she knew her words would fail her if she did.
"Hey Korra… Listen… About last night…" Her words trailed off and she held in deep breath.
She chanced a look at Korra from her peripheral. Her hand had also stopped moving and her shoulders were hunched up in a tense manner. This did not help her nerves whatsoever. She let out her breath in a deep sigh.
"I'm sorry about last night," both of the girls said in unison. Both eyes widened at the same time as well. Asami let go of her rag and turned to look at Korra. Korra was already facing her direction and looking at her.
"What are you—" They both started, speaking in unison once again. A tiny smile on Asami's face broke through the tension. Korra gave a nervous chuckle.
"Why would you need to apologize, Asami?"
Asami bit her lip thoughtfully. She wondered if Korra really didn't know why she was apologizing or if she was playing dumb to spare her feelings.
"Last night… For the things I did… I didn't mean to—" to let myself lose control of my feelings like that, she had meant to say. However, Korra didn't let her finish.
With her face turning steadily redder by the second Korra stopped Asami, "Don't apologize. I should be the one apologizing… I didn't mean to let that happen. I was more sober, I should've stopped it…"
Those words struck Asami right in the heart like a spear. She wanted to ask her, 'Then why didn't you? Why did you let me embarrass myself like that?' However, she held it in. With sadness in her heart she instead replied, "Well it's not like I gave you much choice. I was pretty persistent after all."
Flashes of last night flew through her head. Persistent. Persistent kisses. Soft lips. Burning touches. Warm skin. Asami seemed as if she was ready to devour Korra last night. And had she been in the right state of mind, Korra would've gladly let her. The Avatar blushed at the thought of that. She shook her head slightly to rid herself of those thoughts.
Once she realized Asami's words were dripping with sorrow, Korra wanted to say something to lighten the mood. She placed her hands on her hips and puffed her chest out, looking somewhat like a superhero. She said with a cheesy grin, "Well, I am the Avatar after all. Bringer of peace. Master of the four elements. Uniter of the nations. It's not like I had no choice. I think I'm able to handle one non-bender if needed." Korra's goofy tactics brought a smile to Asami's face. She hardly blamed herself for the way she felt about the beautiful watertribe girl. I mean, c'mon, how could she not have feelings for her?
"Just a non-bender, huh?"
Korra's face turned a deep shade of red as she tried to backtrack, "No, I mean— you're not just— of course I would never—"
Asami raised her hand up to stop Korra in her tracks, with a strangely cocky smile. "I get what you meant, Avatar Korra," The last two words were loaded with false flattery. "You think you could beat me if we sparred, don't you?" Korra laughed a little too hard in response.
"Well, no offense Asami. But I am the Avatar, after all. Besides that, have you seen these guns?" Korra raised her arms and flexed her impressive biceps with a toothy grin on her face. Asami attempted to seem unfazed by the action. However, she couldn't deny that Korra was extremely toned, in the most delicious way. Asami's grin grew.
"Then how about later today?"
Korra's eyes grew. "Later today, what?"
Asami chuckled, the smug smile still remaining on her face. "We spar. I challenge you, honorable Avatar Korra, to a spar match with me, a simple non-bender. No bending, no combat gloves, just a hand to hand sparring match."
Korra noticeably swallowed. The idea of sparring Asami didn't scare her. It was the prospect of being up close and personal with Asami. After last night, she didn't quite trust her self-control. Her cheeks once again became a shade of red. She couldn't back down, Asami would never let her live that down. Neither would Mako or Bolin once they heard about it.
"Okay, you're on."
Asami grinned victoriously. She grabbed her rag, put it away, and then straightened up.
"I so feel gross. I'm going to go shower the rest of this hangover away." She walked past Korra and started to walk out of the kitchen. She called over her shoulder as she walked up the stairs, "Make yourself at home, Korra." Korra tried to fight her eyes from being magnetized to the sultry sway of Asami's hips and flexing of Asami's glutes as she walked up the stairs. She was unsuccessful at fighting herself.
After Asami disappeared from sight, Korra continued to clean up the batter. When she was finished, she put her sponge away, and walked towards the living space. She plopped down on the couch and the force of the drop made her suddenly realize she had to pee. What great timing. Korra was sure Asami had about a million bathrooms in her estate, but she only knew where one was, the one by the master bedroom. And she was sure Asami was occupying that one. She sighed despondently and sank further into the welcoming black couch. She hadn't realized how comfortable it was last night. Again, a flashback of frantic hands and lips on her plagued her mind. Well of course you hadn't noticed it was comfortable, her mind told her, you weren't lying on the couch; you were on top of Asami. The residual feelings of Asami's body pressed under hers were enough to make her body feel heated. She brought her hand up to her head and closed her eyes tightly, attempting to will the image away. Shit, she needed a shower herself, a cold one.
Unfortunately, thinking of the shower made her desire to use the restroom that much worse. She glanced at the modern looking clock on the wall. It had been thirty-five minutes since Asami went to shower. Surely, she was done by now. Korra pushed herself up off of the couch. Slowly, she walked up the stairs and down the hallway. She approached the bathroom on her right. Her feet stopped moving a few feet from the door and she listened carefully for the sound of the shower running. She didn't hear anything, so she cautiously advanced towards the bathroom. She noticed that light was pouring through the cracked bathroom door. Ah, so she must've already gone to the room to get dressed, Korra thought. She creeped into the bathroom slowly, pushing the door open as she went. When the door was opened wide enough to see into, her jaw dropped at the sight before her.
Nope, she was wrong. Asami was still in there. Very much still in there.
Clad in only a lilac towel wrapped around herself, Asami was bent over at the waist with her long wet black flipped in front of her. She had a white towel in one hand and was about to wrap her hair into it. Korra stared in shock, she didn't even think to cover her eyes. Time seemed to slow down tenfold. Beads of moisture were clinging to Asami's porcelain skin and each one fell in slow motion to the tile floor. Asami's body tensed up, realizing she was no longer alone, and she dropped the towel that was in her hand, then tossed her long hair back. In Korra's eyes, the action was awe-inspiring. Strands of her long beautiful hair flung water droplets behind her. Each drop seemed to catch the light perfectly and sparkle brilliantly. Once her hair landed on her shoulders, Korra took in the sight of her. Her wet hair was splayed across her shoulders and down her back. The towel was tucked in at the corner of her cleavage, which was plump and exceptionally alluring. The towel stopped mid-thigh where water dripped down her creamy skin there and Korra found herself tracing the journey of the droplets with her eyes.
"Ahem," Asami cleared her throat to catch Korra's attention. It worked, as the Avatar's eyes quickly shot up to meet the patient green ones. Her cheeks were painted a shade of red darker than ever before. A knowing smile formed on Asami's face as she brought her hand across to hold the corner of the towel where it was tucked in to secure it. Korra had definitely been staring. Asami realized that, although she wasn't quite sure of the reason why. Maybe Korra had just been shocked by the scene in front of her. "Korra, don't sneak up on me like that. You almost just got a kick straight to the ribs."
Korra's face stayed red. It wasn't helping that she imagined Asami lifting one of her slender legs to kick wearing only a towel and what that would reveal. Her mouth felt dry as she tried to reply. She managed to stutter out, "Uh, yeah s-sorry. Um, the door was, uh, open. I thought… I didn't know you were still in here…" Her voice trailed off. Asami chuckled softly in response.
"Ah, sorry about that. I'm not quite used to having company over." Asami gave her an innocent smile. However, the mischievous twinkle in her emerald eyes made Korra wonder.
"Oh, um, it's okay… It is y-your place after all…" Korra reached her hand up to the back of her head and scratched it sheepishly.
Asami kept the sweet smile on her face. She was thoroughly enjoying this shy and flustered side of the Avatar. She had made it up in her mind that no matter her feelings she wouldn't do anything risk their friendship. Korra was special to her. However, that didn't mean she couldn't push the boundaries a bit every now and again. Asami's grin suddenly turned impish, matching the intention revealed in her eyes. She used the back of her hand to flip her wet hair over her shoulder and placed a sultry smile on her face. She bit down on her bottom lip before saying in a low voice, "You're still staring, you know."
At this, Korra clapped her hand over her eyes a little too hard, making a slapping sound. She then spun around so fast she almost got dizzy. "Oh my god. I am soo sorry," With that, she started quickly walking out of the bathroom. "I—" Before she could continue her apology, she slammed face first into the wall beside the bathroom door with a bang. Thankfully, her hand was covering part of her face. She dropped her hand from her face and squinted her eyes at the bit of pain. "Ow." Korra brought her hand back up to her face to cover her sore nose.
In response, Asami quickly walked over to her. She lightly placed her hand on Korra's shoulder. "Are you okay?"
She recoiled slightly from the touch on her shoulder. The Avatar was barely able to contain her desire; a practically naked Asami touching her would not help matters in the least. She side stepped to go through the actual doorway this time and replied, "Um, yeah, I-I'm fine."
Asami then allowed herself to giggle softly at the situation as Korra walked out. She smiled to herself.
Oh, yeah. She could have fun with this.
Sexual tension is at its peak! What will happen next when they spar? ;) Find out next chapter :D