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"…and actually if you look closely, there is a slight difference in some of the symbols." Mako's voice was tuned in to her consciousness, as if her brain had been listening to a staticky radio station that suddenly got a strong signal.

Korra zoned back into the discussion. She blinked a few times, trying to get her head in the game. She hadn't even realized that she wasn't paying attention. Her eyes were trained on the girl in front of her who was standing and leaning over the table, nodding her head as Mako pointed to the pictures of the symbols. She was beautiful. No. She was gorgeous. Asami had her hair swept over her right shoulder and her emerald eyes were sparkling with interest. Hands were placed flat on the table as she leaned over the pictures. With the casual white tank top she was wearing, you could see down her top slightly to discover ample cleavage.

The Avatar blushed lightly. She attempted to avert her eyes to the ceiling, trying to cool the heat on her face. Her eyes went back to the other girl when she heard the sound of her plopping back down into her chair. Green eyes flickered over to her own for a split second and Asami's lips raised up on one side in a smile that was glazed with mischief. It disappeared nearly as quickly as it had appeared and her eyes went back to Mako who stood at the front of the table. Asami was driving the Avatar crazy and she hadn't really even done anything.

The only protection Korra had was that she didn't really have any weak spots to speak of. Not like Asami did. Well, at least not any that she knew of. She let herself be irresponsibly comforted by this fact. As if Asami actually needed a weak spot. Who needs a weak spot when you can make someone's whole body weak?

"Are there multiple symbols that are the same or do they all have a slightly different pattern from each other?" Opal spoke up to her right.

Korra's heart pounded against her ribcage and she nearly jumped, startled. She was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't expected a noise right next to her. She noticed Bolin nodding his head in agreement from where he sat on the other side of the table next to Asami, across from Opal. What he was agreeing with, she had no idea. She assumed he was probably just nodding to support his girlfriend's question.

Mako made a thoughtful sound. Opal had brought up a good point. He spread the pictures out further across the table and stared closely at them, as did the others at the table from where they were sitting. Well, Korra looked at them for a split second before her eyes went back to Asami. She had her red bottom lip tugged into her mouth in a pensive manner. Korra swallowed thickly, it was a very attractive image. Especially when she remembered that Asami had done that a few times before to stifle her moans. Her face got hot immediately and she internally cursed herself; she had just barely gotten her previous blush to go away.

"That's a good question, Opal. Now that I look at it, there are definitely some symbols which are exactly the same." Mako rubbed his chin in thought.

"Could there maybe be some correlation from the areas that were robbed and the identical symbols?" Opal inquired.

"Hmm, let's look at the reports. The areas that correspond to these four identical symbols…" Mako's voice faded into the background for Korra.

She swears that Mako could compete with Tenzin for most boring meeting voice. Korra sighed, eyes going to back to Asami yet again. The other female was listening to Mako attentively, leaning forward on her elbow with her hand on her face. Her pointer finger was crooked in her mouth as she nibbled at the tip, the other three fingers resting on her chin and her thumb was propped just underneath it. Her eyebrows were scrunched together in an inquisitive manner and her eyes were squinted slightly. She looked deep in thought. Korra's blue eyes were locked onto that finger that rested in her mouth. Every now and again, a pink tongue would dart out and run over the tip, seemingly to soothe the area that was being nibbled at. The Avatar's heart seemed to race a little faster every time she did that.

Korra's mind and nerves seemed to be on high alert, ever since yesterday. One little comment. One little promise. And her mind was reeling.

"You're going to so regret that, I promise."

And she did. Very much. But Asami hadn't done anything. Yet. And it was driving Korra absolutely wild. I mean, last night she did say something…

Korra headed down the palace hallway, carrying her bag and looking for the guest room where she was supposed to stay. At the same moment, Asami was walking out of the bathroom in her PJs with a towel draped over her right shoulder. Her pajamas were pretty conservative, consisting of loose red and black striped cotton bottoms and a tank top, whose neckline didn't dip nearly low enough for Korra's prying eyes. Her hair was still wet and clung slightly to her face and neck. She noticed Korra and then smiled sweetly at her.

Korra returned the smile and abruptly afterwards Asami's eyelids drooped and she looked at her in an alluring manner. The Avatar became aware that there was a glint of something suspicious in those green eyes as she got nearer to her. It made her throat feel parched. She actually ended up subconsciously holding her breath as she passed the other girl. She let out the breath in relief as she walked beside her with no incident. However, her celebratory sigh was a bit too early.

She felt long slender fingers slide down her wrist and over her hand as she slowly passed her. Asami's grin widened as her seductive eyes flitted over to the blue ones. Time seemed to slow down as the soft fingers skated along her skin. She could feel her pulse race under the fingertips and her feet immediately forgot how to do their job. Korra stopped in place and Asami took the opportunity to lean slightly into her.

"Sweet dreams, Avatar Korra," she whispered near her ear, in a voice that would get a dead man's heart beating. The way she said 'Avatar' was in a teasing but sultry tone and it caused tingles to spread through Korra's body.

Asami let her fingers slide off of her skin and then just continued to walk past Korra if that hadn't just occurred. Not that anything really had transpired, all she did was tell Korra to have sweet dreams. Despite that, the Avatar felt the effects of that short encounter deep in her core.

A heavy sigh was pushed from Korra's lips and she sank down in her chair a bit. She hadn't been aware that the whole time she was reminiscing she was still staring at Asami's finger. Well that is until a different movement caught her eye. Instead of the nibble, nibble, lick pattern that Asami had been doing, now her tongue just kept darting at her finger over and over again. Korra gulped and let her eyes flicker up to the green ones. Her heart practically stopped at the shock it received. Those gleaming emerald eyes were piercing into her own. Once Korra met her eyes, the corner of Asami's mouth twitched in a brief half smile. Her eyelids dropped a barely perceptible amount, but enough to start Korra's heart again.

The Avatar's eyes slid back down to the other girl's index finger again as it was turned sideways, the side placed flat against her bottom lip. It then slowly pulled down her plump bottom lip. Korra was staring at the scene in front of her, nearly unblinking. Asami seemed to find that amusing because her bottom lip was released from her finger as her lips pulled into a smile. Korra didn't even care how pitiful she might look staring at Asami as if she was some hormonal adolescent male. The other girl's tongue poked out again and the tip of it slithered ever so slowly from the start of her finger to the second knuckle before disappearing back into her mouth. Korra couldn't help but think how talented that tongue was. And how well it would work in other places… Korra groaned softly.

"…so even though they don't correlate to the areas, there might be some other connection that we're overlooking…" Mako's voice droned on in the background.

Honestly, at this moment, Korra could care less about what he was talking about. Especially when that slender index finger just disappeared to the first knuckle inside of that frustratingly teasing girl's mouth. The Avatar felt a jolt straight both to her fingertips and core. Asami's cheeks hollowed as she closed her lips around the finger and sucked. Korra's breath hitched as a rush of arousal coated her underwear. The finger then started moving in and out of the other girl's mouth up to the first knuckle in a slow and deliberate motion, sucking on it the whole time. Korra covered her mouth to prevent a gasp from escaping as she crossed her legs, hoping that would relieve the needy pulse between her legs.

Her torture was ended abruptly when Asami popped her finger from her mouth and turned her head towards Mako. Korra released a deep breath in both relief and frustration. Fuck, Asami was good. She barely did anything and yet she had the Avatar squirming. Korra should've known better than to play with fire. But, God did it burn so good. Korra moved her hand from covering her mouth and propped her head in her hand, hoping that listening to Mako's dull voice would cause the ache to die out.

"…this symbol does seem to correspond with the more wealthy families whereas this other symbol seems more random," Mako continued on. Everyone except Korra nodded along.

Suddenly, something brushed against Korra's leg. She jolted up in her chair, uncrossing her legs, and knocking her knee against the table. Everyone's heads turned towards her with questioning looks on their faces. Asami's eyes had an impish shine to them while the rest of her face looked worried. Korra's face turned bright red.

"You okay, Korra?" Opal asked from beside her.

"Y-yep. Fine, just, uh… leg fell asleep and all," she stuttered out.

Mako quirked his eyebrow at her and gave her a disapproving look.

"Um, okay. Anyways, back to what I was saying…"

Again his voice was tuned out completely when Korra realized the object was still pressed against her ankle. She snuck a quick peek under the table and saw it was a black heel laying against her skin. Her eyes shot up to Asami, but her attention was directed at Mako. Yet Korra wondered if she could see her from her peripheral because after she looked over at her, the foot started moving. The point of her it slid up and down from Korra's lower calf to her ankle repeatedly. Korra let her head rest into her palm as she closed her eyes, silently praying that she could keep it together for the rest of the meeting.

The prayer seemed to be unanswered because the foot was progressively getting higher and higher with every upwards motion. Korra closed her eyes more tightly as she took in a deep breath. Eventually, the foot came to brush against her inner thigh and her eyes snapped open. Her gaze immediately landed on her torturer who still had her head turned towards Mako as if nothing was happening. The heel didn't let its path drop below her knee now; it just kept to her inner thighs, brushing along the seam of her pants provocatively.

Sweat started to form on Korra's face and she glared a hole into the side of Asami's face who seemed to pay no mind to her. Like she wasn't currently stroking her thighs with her foot. The only indication that anything was out of normal was the upwards quirk of Asami's lips as she listened to Mako's theory. The Avatar's breathing picked up as she got closer and closer to the place where she really needed some friction. Damn her and her long legs, Korra thought. Her mind was whirling and she started to get dizzy with pleasure. Without warning, the tip of the black heel brushed against the apex of her thighs.

Unable to take it anymore, Korra quickly pushed herself up, slamming both hands on the table, bashing her knees on the bottom of the table, and pushing her chair to the ground from the quick motion. All heads snapped to her and looked at her with shock. She attempted to catch her breath and then cleared her throat.

"I, um," Korra started, her face damp and flushed. She turned around and picked up her chair, standing it upright. "I gotta use the restroom." Without giving them a chance to protest, she quickly turned and walked out of the conference room.

Back at the table, Asami internally smirked at how flustered she was able to make Korra get. Serves her right for turning her on in the middle of a crowded train yesterday. Despite her internal self-praising, she kept a concerned expression on her face and glanced at the doorway.

"I think I should go check on her," she spoke up.

"Good idea, 'Sami," Bolin agreed before puffing his cheeks out theatrically. "She looked like she was gonna barf."

Both Opal and Mako rolled their eyes at Bolin's dramatics.

"Yeah, she's been red and clammy nearly the whole meeting," Opal agreed nonetheless.

Asami slid her chair out and stood up, suppressing the smile that wanted to appear on her face.

"She probably just ate something bad, I'll make sure she's alright."

Asami walked out and down the lavish hallway until she got to the nearest bathroom. She heard the water running inside, and assumed Korra was in that one. She knocked lightly on it.

"Yeah?" Korra called out from behind the door. "I'm almost done, I'm just washing my han-" Her speech was stopped short when Asami opened the door aggressively then quickly shut it behind her. "Asami? What are you…" Her voice trailed off at the look on Asami's face, one of determination. A strong wave of déjà vu hit her.

Asami placed her hands on the broad shoulders and pushed her backwards until she was in front of the toilet. Swiftly, she turned the Avatar's body so her back was facing it. Never breaking eye contact, she then lifted her leg and pushed the toilet seat cover down behind Korra with the back of her heel. Afterwards, she promptly pushed Korra down on the seat. The Avatar barely had a chance to think, it all happened so fast. And suddenly, Asami was in her lap, straddling her.

The taller girl smirked at Korra's stunned expression. She put her arms around Korra's neck and crossed them behind her head. She noted that Korra's face was slightly damp, but it didn't seem to be from sweat. She assumed that Korra had just washed her face off. A predatory grin spread across her face and she stared into the awestruck crystal blue eyes.

"Hi," she said in a raspy whisper. She delighted in the full-body shiver that she felt underneath her. She watched Korra's throat bob up and down as she swallowed.

"H-h-hey," the Avatar managed to croak out.

Asami brought one of her hands close to the back of Korra's head and took a loose fistful of the short chestnut hair. She used the grip to guide the other girl's head to tilt to the side and leaned forward to brush her lips along the pulse point on the side of her neck. Her lips spread into a smile against the skin as she felt the pulse race under her lips. She started placing soft kisses up her neck to the edge of her jawline. Trusting that Korra would keep her head tilted, she let the hair fall from her grasp and scraped her nails slightly down the back of her neck.

Korra let out a soft gasp and goosebumps raised across her arms. Hmm, interesting, Asami thought. She moved the hand that was not at the back of her neck around to the front of Korra. It stopped at the hem of her blue t-shirt and then played with the material there. Korra squirmed impatiently underneath her, it was obvious that the earlier teasing had a strong effect on her. The taller girl nipped lightly at the skin of her neck before smoothing her tongue over the spot.

Tingles shot through Korra's body at the feeling and she let out a quiet groan. Slender fingers explored underneath her shirt to uncover warm abs. Her fingertips danced over them and traced each individual muscle elegantly. It felt like they were leaving a path of fire in their wake. As that happened, nails slid across back of her neck, almost light enough to tickle but instead it caused her heart to speed up. Then, without warning, the nails lightly dug into the skin there. Korra moaned out at the electricity that shot straight to her core. She immediately regretted it.

"Ah, ah, ah, what do we have here?" Asami teased, warm breath hitting Korra's ear.

Korra practically held her breath, trying not to make another sound as nails scraped and tested the sensitive skin at the back of her neck. It was proving to be a difficult task. A whimper escaped her lips in spite of her best efforts. Her underwear were becoming uncomfortably wet at this point.

"So Avatar Korra does have a weakness."

Hearing Asami call her the Avatar in that tone of voice stirred up her insides for some reason. Pale graceful fingers slid along the waistband of her pants and Korra found herself thanking God that she liked her pants to fit her a bit loosely. She became aware that she was now panting. Though, she had no recollection of when it had started. The merciless teasing earlier had her on edge. She just needed a little more of something, anything, besides the feather-light touches dancing across her sensitive lower belly.

Korra half-grunted half-moaned in frustration and pushed her hips upwards, causing the girl on her lap to bounce up slightly. A moan slipped past Asami's lips without permission at the shocks that shot up through her lower body. She lost focus for a split second before regaining control.

"Mmm… No," she said in a commanding tone. She ground her hips forcefully down into Korra. "Stay."

Korra whimpered desperately in reply, but willed her hips to stay still. Asami flipped her hand so her palm was pressing flat against the mocha skin and let her fingers tease at the band of the other girl's underwear. Korra bit down on her lip to prevent any more pitiful noises to fall from her mouth. She just need a little… push.

The slender fingers slid underneath the waistband of the pants, but over the underwear. The Avatar let out a groan in frustration. She needed to feel her against her skin, her bare skin. She needed that more than she had ever needed anything in her life.

Asami took in a deep breath against Korra's neck, gathering courage for a bold move. After preparing herself, she then slid her fingertips further down the material of her underwear.

"Fuck," Korra groaned and trembled lightly.

Asami simultaneously let out an involuntary gasp of pleasure at the moisture she found there. Her confidence façade temporarily faltered because Korra's underwear were completely soaked. Like, soaked all the way through to where there was a slick wetness now coating her fingers. She swallowed thickly and collected herself. Abruptly, she pulled her fingers from Korra's pants and was met with a whimper of displeasure.

Before Korra had a chance to blink, Asami was up and off of her lap. Her lustful green eyes stared intensely into the pleading blue ones. She then raised her right hand up to her mouth and placed her fingers inside. She closed her eyes and moaned as she sucked them clean. Korra was bewitched by the scene in front of her. As she watched the other girl taste her juices, her core pulsed urgently. Slowly, the fingers were pulled from her mouth and Asami's eyelids fluttered open. She bit the side of her lip suggestively as the corner of her mouth tugged in a smirk.

"Mmm, revenge is oh so sweet." With that, she turned on heel and strode out of the bathroom.

I'm sorry! I know I'm a shameless tease lol

This chapter turned out to be way less plot than I planned, but next chapter will have a lot more of it. After all, what is a story without plot? lol

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