You guys have been so patient so I decided to give you guys what you wanted, enjoy!
Warning: This chapter is extremely NSFW. ;)
After Asami finished fixing her top and her hair was it wasn't in a state of despair again, she stood up. A sigh came from deep within her chest. She hoped that Korra was alright. She had looked panicked and didn't even try to listen to Asami tell her that it was okay. After all, it wasn't like she was doing something to her that Asami hadn't wanted in the first place. Not that she would've told Korra that. However, she knew Korra wasn't capable of ever hurting her. Therefore she was never truly worried about the predicament she was in. She grabbed one of the hand towels off of the hook on the wall and wiped sweat from her face, back of her neck, and her upper chest. Her hand froze over the spot where the skin was slightly tender. She pulled her top away from her skin with the hand that was holding her towel. She glanced down her top at the dark red hickey on her skin and smiled slightly. She ran the fingers of her other hand over the place where her skin was raised somewhat. Korra had marked her. Her smile grew as she traced the outline of the mark. Was it bad if she kind of liked it?
Shaking those thoughts out of her head and the smile off of her face, she let go of her top. She looked out of the windows across the sparring room. The sun was starting to sink low in the sky. A small chuckle escaped her. This little day trip was taking a bit longer than they had expected. Not that she minded. At all. Asami worked on taking off the wrappings that were still on her hands, then threw the towel in the laundry bin in the side of the room and grabbed a water bottle. She paused for a few seconds in front of the waters and then grabbed a second one before starting towards the stairs. She hoped to think of something comforting to say on the way upstairs because right now she was drawing a blank.
Meanwhile upstairs, Korra was sitting crossed-legged on the patio attached to the master bedroom. Her still taped fists were pressed together, knuckles touching and her eyes were closed. A breeze blew her short her back as she took in a deep breath. Her past lives would be really useful right about now. However, she would be fine with talking to Raava. She concentrated for a few minutes and suddenly her spirit was being transported to the spirit world. When she arrived, she opened her eyes and pushed herself off of the ground. She took a moment to take in the beautiful scenery. All the leaves and grass was the most brilliant shade of green and there were beautiful purple flowers scattered everywhere. There were a bunch of spirits floating around merrily, some of which took notice of her. Korra was unsure of how to approach this. She had no idea of how to contact Raava.
"Raava?"
She waited a few moments and nothing happened. She brought her fist up to her mouth and cleared her throat.
"Hello? Uh, Raava?"
Still nothing. She scrunched her face up in frustration and raised her voice, "Raava! Hello! It's me, Korra, the Avatar, I need to ta-" She was interrupted by a sudden cough. She reached her hand up to her throat as her eyebrows bunched in confusion. That was weird, she thought. She dropped her hand from her throat. Anyways, where was I? She continued to call out for Raava, this time in a yell, "RAAV-" Another cough.
Her hand was brought up to her throat immediately as a fit of coughs overtook her. She dropped to her knees as she held her throat and tried to catch her breath between vicious coughs. One particular cough happened that made her feel like she was going to literally cough a lung out. Instead, the cough ignited her Avatar State, her arms shot out to the side and her head was thrown back as her eyes lit up bright white. Suddenly, a glowing white ghost-like substance poured out of her mouth upwards and Korra felt like it was dragging her soul along with it. Finally, the substance stopped pouring out, Korra was yanked from her Avatar State, and she collapsed forward, catching herself on her hands with her chest heaving in an attempt to catch her breath. She took a few moments gasping in breaths when suddenly,
"Yes, young Avatar?"
Korra's head shot up in surprise and she looked at the glowing white and blue spirit which was Raava.
"Raava!" She called out excitedly. She used a hand to help her get up to her feet. Her tone suddenly changed as she remembered the forceful way she had arrived. "What the hell was that?"
"You called me. You seemed persistent." Raava replied matter-of-factly in her echoing yet soothing voice.
"Well, yes, but what the hell was all that? I mean, the whole nearly killing me thing. Was that really necessary?" Korra rubbed her raw throat at the reminder of it.
Raava didn't have facial features, but if she did Korra was sure she'd be glaring.
"You do realize that as the Avatar, I am part of you. You cannot expect me to tear myself away from you and not feel any effects of it."
Korra's cheeks tinted in embarrassment as she had not actually thought of that. Again, she cleared her dry throat. "Uh, well, yes I guess that makes sense," Korra mumbled while rubbing the back of her neck.
"Was there something you actually wanted to talk about or do you just like the feeling of gasping for air?" Raava asked impatiently. "It isn't wise to be separated for long."
The Avatar huffed grumpily and narrowed her eyes. "Yes, as a matter of fact, there is."
"Well?"
The Avatar rolled her eyes, she never thought a spirit like Raava could be so impatient. "Well, I'll get straight to the point then. Earlier, I was sparring with Asami and… Something happened… The Avatar State was triggered out of the blue."
"Out of the blue?" Raava inquired.
"Yes… And in that state, I almost did something I'd never forgive myself for." She lowered her eyes to stare down at her feet in shame.
"Avatar Korra, the Avatar State was not activated 'out of the blue'." Raava stated.
Korra's blue eyes flew up to Raava, widened in surprise and confusion.
"What do you mean?" She asked with rising curiosity.
"You called for me. Therefore, you put yourself into the Avatar State." Raava informed her.
"What?!" Korra exclaimed. "What do you mean I called for you? I did not, I was just trying to spar!" Korra crossed her arms over her chest, her face demanding a better explanation. Again, Korra could practically see the glare on Raava's not face.
"It must have been an intense sparring match because you called out, 'Oh, Raava help me' along with saying my name in some sort of chant. So I helped."
Korra's face turned bright red, possibly brighter than it ever had before. Her eyes became as wide as saucers. Despite the monotonous tone in her voice, she wondered if Raava knew exactly what kind of 'intense' the match was. She sputtered out, "But that was... It was cause… I wasn't…"
"Not to mention, your emotional and mental state was in ruins, it seemed that you were in distress. So therefore, the Avatar State was activated," Raava interrupted. Korra stood there in shock. Had she really triggered the Avatar State herself? She stood there for about a minute before Raava spoke up, "Well, if that's all, we really should rejoin." Raava started floating closer to her.
"Wait!" Korra cried out with her hands up as she took a step back. Raava stopped moving momentarily.
No longer trying to hide her impatience Raava replied shortly, "What is it, Avatar?"
Korra stared down at her feet thoughtfully. "Does that mean I can trigger it again without realizing it?"
"Yes." Raava said simply.
Korra sighed unhappily. That's what she was afraid of.
"How do I prevent that?"
"Well, I suppose, you'd have to 'take care' of the problem then instead of avoiding it."
Korra's eyes widened and shot up to look at Raava. Was she implying…? Before she had a chance to think about it more thoroughly Raava flew at her and slammed into her body. It made Korra stumble backwards, surprisingly not falling even though it felt like a freight train just ran into her. Again her arms shot out to the side as her head jerked back and her eyes glowed a bright white. After the force of it was over with, she leaned over trying to catch the breath that had been knocked out of her, her eyes still aglow.
Back at the master bedroom, Asami sat on the edge of the bed and watched Korra from the patio. She enjoyed the way the soft breeze blew through her brown hair and made it flutter against her face. She looked so peaceful while she was sitting there, it was such a contrast to how she was last time she saw her. Asami looked past Korra to the sky. The sun had dipped below the horizon and it made Asami wonder just how long she had been watching Korra. When her eyes flicked back to Korra, she was surprised to see her trying to get to her feet while her eyes were shining with the brilliant white color that indicated the Avatar State. She jumped off the bed and rushed her to help her up. She grabbed her by the arm, and the white glow from her eyes slowly faded back to her normal crystal blue color.
Korra looked up at Asami who had a hold of her arm and their eyes locked. Instantly, they both blushed a light shade of pink and Asami finished helping the other girl to her feet. They both immediately avoided each other's eye contact, remembering what had just happened downstairs. Asami removed her hand from Korra's arm quickly and nervously started rubbing her own arm.
"Um, so how'd the meditation session go?" Asami asked quietly.
Korra glanced over at her, only getting the courage because she knew she wasn't looking back at her. "Uh, it was good… Raava helped me figure out some things."
Asami's eyes flickered over and met Korra's in disbelief. "You spoke with Raava?"
"Yeah, I did." Korra mumbled then looked down and started tugging at the tape wrapped around her hands, unraveling it in an attempt to avoid eye contact. Her cheeks burned brighter at the thought of their conversation.
"How is even that possible? I mean, isn't she like… fused with you?"
At that statement, Korra raised her eyes to meet Asami's. "Yeah… I didn't really think of that when I was calling out to her." She lowered her eyes and worked on unwrapping the tape from her dominant hand with a little bit of difficulty. She grumbled more to herself than Asami, "Remind me to never do that again."
"Here, let me help." Asami moved closer to her and grabbed her hand and started unwrapping it for her. "Why would you not do it again?"
Korra blushed, not realizing she had actually heard what she said. The fact that Asami was touching her only made her blush darker. "Well for starters, it wasn't exactly the most comfortable process," Korra started. Asami finished unwrapping the tape, then let of her hand and looked into her eyes to show her she was listening. "And Raava can be kind of…" She trailed off not able to think of the proper word to describe the way she acted in their encounter.
"Kind of?" Asami inquired.
"…A smart-ass."
Asami's eyes widened at the term and then she laughed heartily. She put her hand over her mouth to try to stifle some of her laughter. However, Korra didn't find it as amusing. She narrowed her eyes at the other girl.
"What's so funny?"
Asami bent over with her hands on her knees and breathed out in between her fits of laughter, "You… calling a spirit that's tens of thousands of years old… the very spirit that… created the Avatar…" She paused as a particular strong fit of laughter broke through. "A smart-ass!"
A smile broke on Korra's face and she crossed her arms as she huffed out, "Well it's true."
Asami straightened up and shook her head while wiping tears from the corner of her eyes that had gathered through force of her laughter. "Only you, Korra. I don't think any other Avatar would have the nerve to call Raava a smart ass."
Korra chuckled. "Yep, that's me. Part of the charm and al-" A loud grumbling interrupted her sentence. The Avatar immediately went red and clapped a hand over her stomach. Asami's wide and guilty eyes shifted down to her stomach.
"Oh, jeez, Korra I'm sorry! What kind of hostess am I, letting my guest starve?" She walked inside and rushed to the phone that was sitting on her nightstand. "How does pizza sound?" Asami asked as she picked up the receiver.
"Sounds great! Meat lovers please!" Korra called out. She walked inside as well and then sat on the edge of the bed while Asami ordered. As the ordering process took longer she flopped backwards on the bed. The guilt from what had happened earlier still weighed heavily on her chest. She placed her hands behind her head and stared up at the ceiling. She wouldn't let something like that happen again. She couldn't. Asami hung up the receiver and sat down next to Korra. She then laid down hanging halfway off of the bed like how Korra was laying down.
They laid like that staring at the ceiling lost in their mutual conflicting thoughts for about half an hour until a knock resounded on the main door. They both shot up and yelled at the same time,
"Pizza's here!" Korra was the first to jump out of bed and then she raced downstairs, leaving Asami in the dust. She quickly grabbed the old fashioned door handle and yanked the rather heavy door open. "Hi! Um…" She paused and stared blankly at the pizza delivery guy. Right then she realized that she didn't have the money to pay for it. As if Asami heard her internal struggles, she ran behind up her with the cash in her hand.
"Hi, sorry about that!" Asami apologized to the delivery guy. She handed him the money with a generous tip, and grabbed the boxes from him. His eyes widened slightly as he noticed the tip.
He called over his shoulder as he ran off, "Thanks miss!"
Asami smiled and closed the door. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until she smelled the delicious scent of the pizza. She quickly walked into the living space and placed the pizza down on the coffee table that was in front of the couch. Korra followed her eagerly like a stray puppy at the sight of food. The second finished placing the two boxes down, Korra flipped them open to check which was hers, then grabbed a piece. She plopped down on the couch and immediately started scarfing it down with wild abandon. Asami stared at her in amazement before grabbing a piece of her pizza then sitting down and eating it more calmly than Korra had.
They ate in silence, besides Korra's occasional sounds of devouring her food. That was partly because of their hunger and partly because of the tension between the two. When they finally finished their food, Korra eating nearly all of her pizza and Asami only half of hers, they leaned back against the couch, blissfully full. Korra sighed in content.
"That was the best pizza ever." Korra said enthusiastically
Asami chuckled in response, "I think you just worked up an appetite." Korra blushed, ashamed as she thought of the earlier sparring match they had. She fidgeted uncomfortably at the thought. Asami took note of that from the corner of her eye and immediately regretted bringing it up. She attempted to change the subject, "So, it looks we'll have to stay another night." She remarked with a laugh, "This is turning more into a weeklong vacation than a day trip."
Korra smiled weakly, still lost in her thoughts. "Yeah, it kind of is." Her thoughts drifted to her sleeping arrangements last time. She had woken up in the middle of the night slightly cold and wishing she had something to cover herself. She had forgotten to check to see if there were any extra covers in the room. She didn't want to forget this time.
"Hey Asami, do you have any extra blankets somewhere in this huge place?" Korra asked with a teasing grin.
Asami's face scrunched up in confusion for a second before a look of realization came over her face. "Oh, no you don't. You're not sleeping on the couch again! I felt horrible about it the first time, but I forgave myself because I was drunk as all get out. I would never forgive myself."
Korra shrugged. "Alright, you must have a million guest bedrooms in this place, just point me in the right direction and I'll be good." Korra added under her breath, "As long as I don't get lost…" She glanced down the distant hallway of endless doors.
Asami stared down at her hands which were placed in her lap. She said in a soft voice, "Um, I was kind of… hoping that…" She paused, trying to get the courage to say what she wanted to say. "That you'd stay in the upstairs master bedroom with me…" Korra's eyes widened at the idea. Asami immediately try to explain her reasoning, "It's just that… the whole reason we're here is to gather my things so I don't have to be alone in this place… And if you sleep in one of the guest rooms… it'll feel like I'm all alone again…" She kept her gaze on her hands, a pink tint on her cheeks.
Korra placed her hand on Asami's shoulder. She felt so guilty worrying about being close to Asami while the other girl was worrying about actual issues, like the situation with her father.
"Of course, Asami. It's no problem at all."
Asami cast her gaze upwards to meet the sparkling blue eyes. Korra gave her a warm and compassionate smile. Asami smiled back at her before standing up.
"Thank you, Korra. It really means a lot to me." Asami gave her a gracious smile before continuing, "I'm going to go get ready for bed now. I'll set some pajamas on the bed for you while I get changed." She grabbed the pizza boxes and placed them on the kitchen counter before heading upstairs.
Korra blatantly watched her slow ascent up the stairs. It seemed like the sway of her hips was more pronounced, though that might've been in her imagination. Korra smacked her palm on forehead and slid it down her face slowly. God, she hoped she could make it through tonight. That girl was bound to be the death of her. She slowly got up and started heading up the stairs as well. Well, here goes nothing.
Korra came out of the bathroom after she finished changing into the clothes Asami lent her. It consisted of red silk bottoms with a black drawstring and a silk matching spaghetti strap tank top. She loved the way the silk felt on her skin. She desperately tried not to think of the fact that this had been touching Asami's skin prior to her wearing it. She shook those thoughts from her head as she walked into the bedroom. She saw Asami sitting at the side of the bed, facing away from her with her hair thrown over her left shoulder as she brushed it. She was wearing a black tank top, similar to her own except hers stopped above her navel, and red shorts with black lace at the bottom. And God, were those shorts short. They stopped an inch, maybe an inch and a half at most, before the rise of her rear. She sat with one leg crossed over the other, and it revealed nearly all of her creamy thighs. In response to the sight, Korra's face immediately heated up and she brought her hand up to cover her nose because she was almost certain that the heat would bring about a nosebleed. She removed her hand and checked it for blood. Thankfully, there was none.
Asami heard Korra come in and turned to face her. It was then that Korra realized the top was actually pretty tight fitting at the bust area and— Oh my God. She was not wearing a bra. Nope, she definitely wasn't wearing a bra. Korra's face burned with more heat and she quickly walked to the bed to sit down as she started to feel a little woozy from the rush of arousal.
"Are you okay Korra? Are you thirsty? I brought a water bottle in here, but I forgot to give to you." At that, Asami replaced the water bottle that was on the nightstand with the brush she had had in her hand. Blushing, she then handed the water to Korra, who took it graciously. Unbeknownst to Korra, Asami really really liked the way her pajamas fit her, they seemed to hug her chest and her muscles in all the right places. She avoided looking in Korra's eyes as she handed the water to her as if her thoughts were written on her green irises.
"Thank you. This was exactly what I needed." Korra said softly. She took the top off and downed the water, nearly finishing the whole bottle. Asami's green eyes widened.
"I guess so." A small smile tugged at her red lips. "Sorry for not giving that to you earlier."
Korra took in a huge gulp of air since she didn't stop to breathe while she was drinking and then responded, "Don't worry 'bout it."
She smiled and walked over to the nightstand to place her nearly empty bottle down. The lamp on the nightstand was the only thing illuminating the room. The Avatar didn't know if she could handle seeing Asami much longer, so she suggested, "Do you want me to turn off the light?" She turned to Asami to see her response, avoiding her eyes, before quickly realizing that her emerald eyes were the safest place to look.
Asami nodded and Korra quickly tugged the metal cord on the lamp before her face burned so brightly that it could light up the room on its own. She heard rustling, and assumed that was Asami going into bed, and then attempted to go around the bed to the other side where she'd be sleeping. She bumped into the bed a few times before making it over to her side and climbing in, under the covers. She was thankful that this was a king sized bed and Asami stayed over on the other side. She was about at her breaking point. If this kept up, all Asami would have to do is speak with that sultry voice of hers and she'd invoke the Avatar State. She sighed in frustration. She laid in the darkness for a few minutes before shutting her eyes and attempting to shut off her enjoyable but unhelpful thoughts.
Korra laid there for what seemed like an hour before her eyes sprang open and stared blankly into the dark room. She couldn't do this. There was a fire in her lower stomach that just refused to be put out. She let out a deeper sigh. Korra was so tightly wound that she felt like she was about to snap. She tried to slow her breathing down and think of something to help. That's when Raava's earlier words came back to her. 'Take care' of the problem instead of avoiding it. Hmm… Korra focused on this phrase, take care of it... Oh. Well there was always that. But could she really do that with Asami lying not even a foot away? Then again, what other options did she have? Take care of it herself or trigger the Avatar state who forces her to 'take care' of it. She squeezed her eyes tightly in frustration. She hated the feeling of being stuck between a rock and a hard place. It would be much easier just to earthbend said rock.
The Avatar mentally prepared herself for what she was about to do and then listened very carefully for any signs that Asami was awake. She heard nothing but a deep and steady breathing pattern. Well, that was good. One less thing to worry about. I can't believe I'm really going to do this, she thought to herself. Then slowly and precisely, trying her best not to move the covers, she slipped her hand down her body. Korra carefully slipped her hand into the waistband of her, or rather Asami's, bottoms. She brushed her hand over the fabric of her black cotton underwear and gasped quietly at the moisture she found there. She hadn't realized just how sexually frustrated she was. Slowly, the tips of her fingers moved up and down the spot where the wetness had gathered. Just the slight motion sent shocks throughout her body.
She tried to keep her breathing quiet even though she was starting to breathe really heavily. She let her fingertips start moving in a circular motion around her sensitive bundle of nerves and she bit her lip hard, almost enough to draw blood. Her other hand moved up to her chest and slowly started rubbing it, careful not to move the blanket. The peak of her breast rose in response to the stimulation and each time she brushed across it sent a pulse of heat straight to her core. She continued her motions until she built up a steady rhythm, and felt the coil within her stomach start to tighten. Her eyes were shut tight in response.
All of a sudden, a hand was draped lightly on the side of her waist, not reaching all the way across her form. Immediately, she froze like a rabbit caught in a trap. Her heart just about stopped dead. Her thoughts quickly became panicked. She was done for. She was caught and basically this was the end of her friendship. How could she be was oblivious? When did she get so close to her? And why didn't she notice? After panicking and running a million scenarios through her head she realized something. Asami hadn't moved or said anything. She tried to slow her rapidly pounding heart down and when she finally did, she listened closely. The deep breathing rhythm was still there. She was still asleep. Korra pushed out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. A smile rose to her face despite the awkward predicament she was in. So, Asami was a cuddler, huh? That's good to know.
After the amusement of the situation wore off, the heat pounding in her nether regions reminded her that she was forgetting something. She closed her eyes tightly, exasperated. It was worse now than before. It had been so close, she had felt her relief flooding in. Just to be pulled away at the last second. Maybe it was her lust clouded mind, but she felt like it was impossible to stop now.
So carefully, more careful than she's ever been in her life, she moved her hand that was on top of her underwear. She moved it in slight motions as not to bump the other girl's hand or move her in any way. The stimulation wasn't enough and so she continued moving the hand that was resting on her chest ever so slowly. The pressure was quickly built up again and she felt herself close to the edge. She fantasized that it was really the porcelain slender fingers stroking her and rubbing her. The heat from the hand on her waist seemed to spread throughout her body and only added fuel to the fire. Her thumb accidentally was scraped across her nipple and in her mind it was Asami's thumb so it was only natural when she moaned out in a breathless gasp, "Mmm… Asami…"
Unexpectedly, hot breath surrounded her ear as a raspy and seductive voice breathed out, "Korra…"
Korra's body went completely frigid. She couldn't move at all. She was certain her heart literally did stop in her chest this time. Asami was awake. Suddenly, the hand on her waist snaked all the way around and rested over her navel. The grip was used to pull the body behind her close into her back. She could feel the soft breasts pressed firmly against her back, the only thing separating them from skin to skin contact being two thin pieces of fabric. The girl behind her leaned up so she was closer to her ear. The hot breath against her ear was raising goosebumps all over her caramel skin.
"Mmm, don't stop..." That seductive voice encouraged.
Abruptly, Korra felt a wet heat envelop her earlobe as it was taken into Asami's mouth and she couldn't stop the moan that escaped even if she tried. She wasn't able to help herself; there was no way she could stop with this kind of motivation. Her movements resumed, the carefulness replaced with a desperate ferocity. The slender hand that was on her waist slid down her stomach and dipped below her waistband to rest on top of the currently working hand. Korra's hand started to stop, unsure, but the soft hand started moving and directing her own hand.
"Fuck." Korra gasped out. The sensations were almost too much to handle. Asami was touching her right now. As she thought that, soft lips started trailing kisses down the back of her neck. Her eyes rolled back at the tingles that ran throughout her body. Suddenly, the hand that was on top of hers left and was pulled from her bottoms. She slowed her actions, immediately missing the warm hand on top of hers. She wasn't disappointed for long however, because the hand started sliding up her abs to her silk top where her other hand was methodically rubbing.
It joined the other hand there by placing itself on top of it. Asami's hand started squeezing the other, guiding it in a rhythm that was sure to send Korra straight over the edge. With the hand that was in her bottoms, fingertips were frantically rubbing up and down the bundle of nerves. She could feel the tightness building and building. She was practically holding her breath as she felt it coming on. Out of nowhere, Asami's thumb slipped off of Korra's and brushed directly across her nipple at the same time she felt teeth lightly dig into her neck and it sent Korra crashing over the edge.
"Ah! F-fuckk…Ah-sam-iiii…" Korra cried out as the wave of pleasure crashed over her whole body and pulsated through every nerve ending. Her body went completely tense as wave after wave of relief flooded through her. Her inner muscles pulsed with every beat of her heart as her body spasmed. Then all of the tension went out of her body and all that was left was a few spasms here and there from the aftershock of it.
She felt like her energy had been drained out of her. If Asami could do this without barely touching her, then Korra shuddered to think what kind of effect direct contact with her would have. Her eyelids started to feel extremely heavy and she started to wonder about the girl curled up against her. The hand moved and was now just lightly draped across her waist and her face was nuzzled into the back of her neck. She could feel the steady rhythm of the breath hitting her neck. She wondered as her eyes started to shut for good. Was Asami ever really asleep?
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