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Going out to dinner with her friends was supposed to be a fun night out that they could all enjoy as a group. After all, they didn’t always get to see each other on non-special or non-life-threatening occasions. Mako and Bolin had really pushed for this restaurant, too, claiming that their food was the best in this part of town.

And Asami had to admit, it was some killer food. The drinks were strong, too, and drinking in good company on a Friday night was one of Asami’s favorite things to do. However, the refills had surpassed two each and Asami was more than starting to feel the alcohol in her system. 

Of course, following her subsequent intoxication was Korra—slinking into her mind like a burglar at midnight. 

Korra, Korra, Korra ; her head spins with thoughts and memories about their most recent encounter. Just last weekend, when they’d had sex so rough that Asami had skipped out on going to work the next day. Face feeling hot, she eyes Korra sitting across from her, currently engrossed in an uncomfortably sexy chugging contest with Bolin that she was winning by a long shot.

When Korra’s fist and empty glass slams onto the table, Asami thinks she’s the only one who doesn’t jump. In fact, she knows she’s the only one who’s aroused by the action.

“In your face!” Korra cackles to Bolin, cheeks red and breaths coming in heavy pants. God , she’s so sexy; Asami just wanted to kiss her breathless. 

Bolin coughs, about a fourth of beer left in his glass. “You cheated!” He points an accusatory finger into Korra’s space. “I don’t know how, but you did!”

Korra pins his wrist to the table, leaning forward in a playful manner. She was drunk— super drunk, hazy gaze alight with competition. “What now? You gonna arm wrestle me? Because I’ll beat you in that, too.”

Bolin tries to pull his wrist back towards himself, but Asami can tell the exact moment he realizes that he definitely will not be winning that battle. She was stupidly jealous of the way Bolin got to be the target of Korra’s brute strength-- eyes narrowed on the way Bolin strains beneath Korra’s iron grip.

“Bolin, you’re gonna upset yourself.” Mako chimes in from beside Asami. She had nearly forgot he was even there; he’d been so quiet. After all, he was their designated driver tonight. “You always get upset when you lose to Korra.”

Bolin turns slowly to Mako, eyes narrowed. “Yes, thank you Mako, for announcing that to the table.” He rolls his eyes when Korra guffaws, tilting her head back and exposing her throat. Just the sight of her skin made Asami’s mouth dry and she takes another sip of her sangria.

“Aww,” Korra coos, releasing his wrist to ruffle his hair, petting him like a dog. “Do I hurt your feelings?”

This seemed to really get under Bolin’s skin. He slams his fist down on the table, voice raising and cheeks flushing at Korra’s teasing. Swatting her hand away, he huffs. “You’re literally the Avatar! It’s actually not possible to beat you in an arm wrestle!”

Korra relents with her taunting, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest. Asami watches the way her arms flex, trying not to be obvious with the way she’s staring. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Korra, it’s literally--” Bolin pauses, takes a deep breath, and pounds back the remains of his beer, stifling a burp that puts a smirk on his face. Asami, though drunk, can see a new thought pop into his head with the way his chin lifts and shoulders shake with a haughty giggle before he even opens his mouth to speak. She already knows it’s dumb, and she hasn’t even heard it yet-- a consequence of him getting way too hammered. “I bet I can burp louder than you.”

Korra’s self-satisfied smile widens into a sinister grin and she sets her elbows on the table, folding her hands beneath her chin. “How much are we talking?”

“No, we’re not doing that in public.” Mako interrupts, waving his hands and pointing to Bolin. “You’re betting an airbender that you can expel air better than she can.”

Bolin fixes him with a squint, and Asami can practically see the way he computes. He scratches the side of his face absently and shakes his head. “I don’t see what you’re getting at, Mako.”

“She’s going to win, Bolin. You’re going to get upset and lose all of the money you have in your pocket again and then you’re going to beg me to buy you lunch tomorrow. ” Mako explains to him slowly and deliberately, like he was talking to a child. Bolin just grunts and crosses his arms, seemingly losing interest in the contest for now.

“Fine, whatever. Good to know how much my own brother believes in me.” Bolin drunkenly argues. Mako doesn’t egg him on, simply rubbing a hand over his face and sighing quite heavily.

Korra sits smugly in her chair, leaning against her hand as she watches Bolin and Mako argue. She looked proud of herself, like this was the funniest situation she could have created. Asami didn’t disagree-- it was pretty funny to see Bolin pout like a petulant child over losing to Korra. However, he never seemed to learn because each time he made a bet with Korra, he’d lose and then immediately bet again to “restore his honor” or something. A vicious cycle, Asami supposed.

Bolin was too quiet. His leg bounced at a million miles per hour beneath the table, bumping into the bottom enough that Asami decided to pick up her glass before it wound up spilling it’s contents all over the table or her lap. Suddenly, he grips the edge of the table and Mako grabs his soda with lightning reflexes before it topples over.

“Korra, 50 yuan that I can drink another beer faster than you can.” He blurts, shoving his hand in Korra’s space. She blinks at him, surprised for a moment, before she shakes it with a devilish smile.

“Bolin, seriously?” Mako scolds, throwing his hands in the air, animated as ever. Asami hides her laugh in her hand, thoroughly entertained. Korra’s gaze flicks to her at the sound, looking like the cat that got the canary.

“Deal. Are you buying?” She asks, releasing his hand so he can pat his pockets down. He fumbled about like an idiot for about a minute before he gives Mako a sheepish, pleading look.

“I’m not paying for it.” Mako says, shrugging and crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m not enabling this-- this gambling behavior.”

“Please, Mako?” Bolin clasps his hands together, leaning over the table. “Please? I’m going to win this time, Asami’s going to make sure she doesn’t cheat. I swear.”

Asami raises her eyebrows when Korra gives her a confused look. She’s just as lost as Korra is. Bolin continues to beg against an unrelenting Mako, who keeps shaking his head and shrugging. Pitying her friend and wanting to watch Korra chug another beer, Asami pats her pocket for the extra yuan she brought just in case.

She slides two bills, folded neatly towards Bolin, who’s face lights up like a kid in a candy store. Mako flashes her a look that was the complete opposite, frowning. “Really, Asami?”

Shrugging coyly, Asami gives him a sheepish smile, hiding the way it splits into a wide grin behind the glass of her sangria. “Sorry. I can’t help it.” 

He just scoffs, like a tired babysitter. Asami supposes he was, and always would be, if Bolin was around. She watches as Bolin waves the bills in Korra’s face, taunting her about her “upcoming reckoning”. Her face didn’t change, that same, sexy and unbothered smile painted across those soft lips. Asami has to take another sip of her drink.

Bolin scampers over to the bar, practically shoving the bills in the bartenders face and exasperatedly begging for two beers. The woman behind the counter didn’t seem that bothered, just giving him a polite smile and filling two more glasses with the carbonated alcohol. Although, the glasses were smaller than the ones they had before, which was probably the bartender’s way of saying you don’t need a full size drink.

He practically slams Asami’s change down on the table in front of her, thrusting the beer towards Korra, who stares at it like she’s about to win the goddamn lottery. Mako groans when Korra takes it, but pauses when Bolin tells her to wait.

“You cheated last time. This time, you’re not allowed to use your hands-- you were totally bending the beer.” He accuses, crossing his arms over his chest. Asami tucks the remains of her money into her pocket, glancing back up at Korra and her cool expression.

“I didn’t cheat.” Korra tells him, raising her hands in surrender. “I wasn’t bending the beer, Bolin.”

Bolin laughs loudly, shoving a finger against Korra’s chest and narrowing his eyes at her. “Likely story,” he hums, “you’re still not allowed to use your hands.”

Korra raises an eyebrow, frowning. Asami watches the way her fingers rhythmically tap on the table, trying very hard not to imagine them doing anything else. “How am I going to hold the glass?”

“Asami will hold it for you.” He explains and Asami looks between them. Bolin offers a pleading smile, clasping his hands together. “Please, Asami, she’s going to cheat otherwise.”

When Asami turns to Korra, she finds that playful gaze on her and she starts to sweat, arousal pooling deep in her belly. Korra tilts her head, intoxicated gaze fixing on hers. And then, as if it couldn’t get any worse, Korra winks. She fucking winks at her. Reeling from Korra’s radiance, she nods absently. “Alright, I’ll hold it.”

“We’re leaving after this.” Mako warns, easily finishing off his soda and setting the glass down gently, in contrast to his drunk brother’s rough treatment of everything in his immediate vicinity. “You’ve had enough, Bolin.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He dismisses Mako with a wave, who just stares at him with the most disappointed expression he can muster. He claps as Asami stands up and picks up the glass, standing before a very sexy Korra, who’s desire was written all over her drunk face. “Korra, hands behind your back!”

She makes a show of crossing her hands behind her back, ensuring to keep her eyes on Asami the entire time. Asami tried not to squeeze the glass too hard, for fear she might break it. “Mako, will you do the honors?”

Bolin squares his shoulders and begins to drink as fast as he can as soon as Mako gave him a bored, unenthusiastic go.

Asami tilts the glass forward and tries not to stare at the way Korra’s eyes flutter shut and her lips part against the rim. Having Korra in this.. Position wasn’t doing her any favors in keeping her cool. She was having a whole rush of new scenarios flooding in her stupid lizard brain about Korra on her knees before her, and she bites her lip when Korra’s brows furrow in focus.

She’s more than halfway through the glass when Asami has to tilt it further. Bolin is struggling, of course, because he keeps trying to keep tabs on how much beer Korra has in her glass while chugging his own. 

Korra’s eyes open again near the end of the glass, and she stops drinking, taking the remainder of the beer like a shot. Asami wondered what else she could take like that-- and the thought alone made her blush.

When Asami removes the glass, Korra’s gaze finds hers as she licks her lips and wipes at her chin, giving her a drunken smile that went straight between her thighs. Bolin splutters the rest of his beer all over Mako, who held up his arms as a shield, chiding Bolin for his unexpected and unwelcome shower.

“This is not fair! How are you so good at-- at drinking?” Bolin cries in dismay, standing on wobbly legs, unbalanced enough that Mako has to jump out of his chair to grab Bolin’s arm and steady him.

Korra just shrugs, standing and swaying on her feet. She grabs onto Asami’s forearm to steady herself and the feeling of Korra’s warm hand on her arm almost made her jump out of her skin. She holds out her free hand expectantly, lifting her chin in triumph. “Cough it up.”

Bolin scowled at her, digging in his pocket for the money he owed her. He handed her the single crumpled bill he had, mumbling that he’d get her the rest next week. Korra just hummed and tucked it in Asami’s pocket, the feeling of Korra’s hand so close to her thigh making the blood rush to her cheeks faster than she could will it to stop.

“For helping me win.” She murmurs, all too close to Asami’s face and her lips looking all too kissable. All Asami can do is smile and look away, hoping that the blush on her cheeks isn’t too obvious. 

Bolin looks like he’s about to blow a fuse and Mako just sighs. “Alright, enough. Let’s just go home so you and Korra can sleep off the gallons of alcohol you just drank.”

Korra giggles into Asami’s ear, a breathy and very attractive sound, arm circling around Asami’s waist and her hand settling over Asami’s hip. Korra’s warm against her body, thumb stroking gently against her hip as she leans into her. Her knees feel weak and arousal courses through her entire nervous system, alongside the three glasses of sangria she’d had during dinner. 

This was going to be a very long ride home.

Korra pins her against her bedroom door in the hallway, slotting their lips together in a messy, intoxicated kiss. Asami’s stunned for a moment, but she tries her best to keep up, letting Korra’s tongue trace over her bottom lip and slip into her mouth. When Korra’s hands slide down her body, she can’t help the whimper she presses into Korra’s mouth, drunk and desperate. Korra’s thigh wedges itself between her own and she squeezes around it, swallowing Korra’s grunt with her tipsy kisses.

“Asami,” Korra murmurs her name when she pulls away for air, lips shiny with spit and eyes dark with desire. Asami tilts her head, humming in response, barely able to form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence . Her head was filled with Korra, and she wanted nothing more than to kiss her until the sun came up.

“I wanna fuck you so bad,” she admits, voice low with the hint of a drunken slur. Her mouth was still deliciously bitter with the taste of Korra’s beer and she swallows, reeling from Korra’s confession.

“We can.. Do that..” Asami mumbles, distracted, leaning forward to catch Korra’s lips in another kiss. This time, she doesn’t hesitate when she sucks Korra’s lip between hers, and doesn’t stifle her moan when she feels Korra’s tongue against her own. It was awfully rough and obscene, and Asami can feel arousal wind tight in her abdomen with each gasp she pulled from Korra’s mouth.

Korra separated them with a wet pop, and Asami watches her lick her lips with rapt attention. “We should go inside,” Korra suggests, gaze still fixed on Asami’s mouth, but her hand resting against the doorknob.

“Mhm.” Is all she can muster for her agreement, mind fuzzy and the desire to have Korra on her and in her too strong to resist. 

Asami shuts the door behind them, lurching forward to kiss Korra again. Korra accepted her eagerly, allowing Asami to back her towards her bed, licking into her mouth all the while. Asami only pauses to unbutton her shirt, catching Korra’s gaze fixed on her chest, dumbfounded, before she caught on and stripped herself of her sleeves and her shirt. 

Korra’s fingers clumsily unbutton her pants as well, tugging down the zipper before hooking her fingers in the waistband, gaze pinpointed on the way Asami’s hands come to cover her own, aiding in Korra’s goal to strip her of her clothes.

Asami watches with baited breath as Korra sits beside her onto the mattress and kicks off her own pants. They’re barely off before Asami pins her against the bed and sinks her teeth into the side of Korra’s unmarked throat. Possessiveness makes her hum a strained sound against Korra’s skin, and Korra tilts her head for better access, letting out a soft ah while Asami sucks a dark mark into her skin.

Her hips twitch against Korra’s, desperate for Korra’s attention between her thighs. Korra’s hands rub smooth circles against the sides of her hips instead, driving her absolutely insane. A quiet moan slipping from her lips interrupts the making of her second hickey at the feeling of Korra’s fingers pressing against the flesh of her thighs— firm enough that she rolls her hips against Korra’s and earns a moan sweet enough to kill her. 

Asami sits up, with Korra’s thighs on either side of her, left in nothing but her underwear and looking so, so attractive with her heavy, intoxicated gaze. Her teeth dug gently into her lip as she eyes the space between their hips with a pleading expression.

It’s hot — Korra’s body against hers and the way she’s looking at her. Asami slides her hands down the length of Korra’s body, over her breasts and down the solid lines of her abdomen, until they rested on the tops of either of her thighs. She was sweating and surely flushed an unflattering red, but Korra was staring at her like she hung the moon and stars as she hooks one leg over Korra’s.

Korra’s hands caress her own over her firm thighs, and she smiles a drowsy, inebriated thing that made Asami’s heart pick up ten paces. She swallows dryly in the dark, gazing down at Korra’s parted lips.

“Asami,” Korra murmurs her name, flirtatious and low. It makes her shiver, the way Korra’s voice sounds between their heavy breaths and through the filter of alcohol and desire. It’s almost too dark to see Korra’s expression, but Asami knows the look that paints her features from memory anyway.

She can’t help the soft moan that slips past her lips when she rolls her hips against Korra’s experimentally. Korra bites her lip, cheeks darkening and eyes fluttering as she swims with pleasure. And Asami can’t help but do it again and again, setting a steady pace of grinding herself against Korra almost desperately. 

Korra moans below her, airy and unguarded. It’s such a beautiful sound— enough to have Asami’s stomach roil with intense pleasure. To hear the sounds that she herself dragged from Korra’s throat was like the sweetest music she’d ever heard. And she could listen to Korra’s music all night .

She balances herself on the headboard above Korra, fingers digging into the wood as if she had a personal vendetta against it. When she leans forward, Korra’s hands leave her hips to run up her sides and caress her chest. She’s barely able to register her bra unhooking before the straps are sliding down her arms and Korra’s hands are gently cupping the bare flesh in the warmest and most perfect way.

Pausing only to fling her bra to the floor, the way that Korra’s hands felt against her body was driving her crazy . She wanted more-- she wanted Korra all over her in the way she always was when they had sex. Eyes flicking to focus on Korra’s, she watches Korra’s heavy gaze scan across her body like she was the most attractive thing in the world, like she simply wanted to devour her. Asami wanted nothing more than to have Korra all to herself; to be the only one to see her like this.

Her eyes flutter shut as she rides Korra, hips canting in a steady, slightly stuttering rhythm. Korra brushes over her nipples, guiding her hands down her waist to press down on her hips again, guiding her movements into something rougher and quicker. Her underwear was soaked— and her thighs jerked when Korra’s grip tightened around her hips, thumbs stroking firm circles into the flesh. It was nearly too much for her to handle, and Korra’s soft grunts and moans were making her abdomen squeeze with pleasure.

“ Fuck,” she swears, eyes opening to meet Korra’s below her. Those hazy blue eyes bored into hers, heavy-lidded and shining with drunken desire. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, letting heavy breaths and moans tumble past. Korra blinks slowly, before the corners of her mouth curl into a complacent grin and her teeth sink into her lower lip.

“You’re so beautiful, Asami,” Korra tells her, and Asami nearly doubles over with the way her stomach churns with pleasure. She can only moan in response, too high on the sound of Korra breathing and her voice, too lost in the pleasure of grinding herself against Korra’s cunt through her underwear.

“I love s-seeing you like this.” Korra admits, guiding Asami’s hips as she ruts desperately against her. Her hands were warm against her damp skin, grounding her when she felt weightless. Asami tilts her head back, gasping and moaning into the dark of the room, feeling the way arousal crept up her spine in preparation for what was to come— as Korra’s voice drove her closer to the edge.

Korra’s touch slides up her stomach and over her chest, until she can hold Asami’s jaw gently between her fingers, tilting her face down so she would look at her. Asami gasps, one of her hands leaving the headboard to hold onto Korra’s wrist, enthralled by the way Korra’s grip didn’t let her look away. Breathless, she lets a choked moan slip from her mouth; betraying how much she really liked it.

“You’re the only one I let f-fuck me like this.” Korra’s voice is barely a strained whisper, drunk thoughts spilling from her mouth and going right between Asami’s thighs. She whines, the admission all-too much, and Korra’s eyes on hers making it feel a thousand times more intimate. Her hips grind roughly against Korra’s in response, catching her lip harshly between her teeth. 

“Y-yeah?” She finds herself murmuring, swallowing moans before they can tumble past her lips, and tightening her grip painfully on the headboard. Korra’s short hair fanned out on the pillow like a dark halo and Asami supposed she truly must be angelic, if she could make Asami feel this good by just talking .

“Yeah,” Korra confirms, eyebrows furrowing together as her gaze flicks down to where they were connected. Her voice is nothing more than a strained whine when she begs, “harder, please .” 

Asami knows it’s wrong. Korra’s drunk, and taking advantage of her drunken honesty was not her best moment, but she can’t help it. Her heart pounds in her chest as she pushes further, eyes heavy as she focuses on Korra’s blushing face. “What else would you.. fuck , would you let me do to you?”

Her face doesn’t change, but her eyelashes flutter a little when Asami’s hips stutter in their motions. “A-anything you want, Asami.” She whispers, moaning through her teeth when Asami picks up her pace, grinding against her with reckless abandon.

She couldn’t have expected Korra to trust her that much; heart leaping into her throat at her response. Korra’s fingers slip from her face and fix themselves onto the flesh of her thigh, gripping hard enough to bruise. She releases Korra’s wrist to press two fingers against the softness of Korra’s lips, playing with the plush skin and watching the tip of Korra’s tongue peek out to lick against the pads of her fingers. “Anything I want?”

“Only if it’s you.” Korra moans, back arching off of the mattress slightly. Her grip turns impossibly tighter and Asami can’t help but gasp. Part of her hopes that Korra leaves bruises— that she’s left with reminders of Korra’s touch on her body for days . “ Please don’t stop!” She gasps, thighs spreading as far as they could go beneath Asami’s rutting hips.

Asami grips the sheets beside Korra’s head, taking deep, shuddering breaths as she tries to stave off her orgasm in favor of Korra’s. But Korra’s mumbling, tilting her head back and exposing the hickey that Asami left, red lipstick smudged on tan skin, soft whispers of yes and Asami that were sending Asami careening towards her peak. 

“I’m—“ Korra gasps, eyes squeezing shut and her head tilting to the side as she warns, “I’m gonna cum.”

Desperate for Korra’s eyes on her, Asami copies Korra’s movements from earlier, grabbing her face and gently holding her head in place as she keeps up her rhythm to the best of her ability, though she was losing her composure quicker than she’d expected. “Look at me, please,” she begs, and like clockwork, Korra’s eyes open and that hazy gaze is back on her.

“ Oh, fuck ,” Korra mumbles, and her eyes roll back as they flutter, threatening to close as she cums, squeezing Asami’s hip and thigh respectively, hips twitching beneath Asami’s as she rides out Korra’s orgasm. She holds her gaze, but Asami can tell that overstimulation was starting to set in-- by the way Korra’s teeth sink into her lip and her eyebrows furrow together.

“You feel so good.” Korra whines and that praise is all Asami can take as her own orgasm washes over her, pleasure striking her like lightning as she slaps a hand over her mouth and allows Korra to guide her hips through it, stuttering with overstimulation as her cunt twitches around nothing.

Exhaustion hits her like a warm wave once the brunt of her orgasm passes and she allows herself to fall to the side, legs still tangled with Korra’s as she tries in vain to catch her breath. Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches Korra roll onto her side, facing her.

Her expression is so soft and tired, and Asami wants to stay like this forever, basking in their afterglow and Korra’s warmth. Korra’s gaze slides lower and her hands creep across the bed until she can wrap her arms around Asami’s waist and pull her close, tucking her head beneath Asami’s chin.

Asami hadn’t expected Korra to… cuddle up to her like this-- she really hoped Korra couldn’t hear how loud her heart was pounding from within her chest. Though she wasn’t upset about it; quite the opposite, in fact. Giddy, she wraps her arms around Korra in return, trying to slow the rapid beating of her stupid heart.

“Don’t leave me.” Korra mumbles, face still hidden in Asami’s chest, and her hold on Asami tightening as if she had even tried to escape in the first place. Confused, Asami can only card her fingers through Korra’s messy hair, gently pulling the looser tangles apart.

“What are you talking about?” She asks with concern, twirling a piece of Korra’s short brown hair around her finger, enamored with its softness. Korra doesn’t respond, but her grip has relaxed marginally and she was breathing evenly, deep breaths that were warm against Asami’s skin. She was so in love with Korra that it hurt-- how could she ever leave her? 

Asami tries her hardest to peer at Korra; leaning back a little, trying to sit up-- to no avail. Korra’s grip, despite her being asleep, had not loosened enough that she could escape without waking her. She was still clinging to Asami like she’d vanish if she happened to let her go. Deciding to give up for now, Asami simply buries her face in Korra’s hair, taking a deep breath and stretching her arms down the length of Korra’s back, holding her close. 

Comfortable and warm against Korra’s body, it didn’t take long for Asami to fall asleep that night.

The headache wakes Korra up.

Sunlight streaming through the window directly onto her face wasn’t helping either. She groans, flipping her pillow over her face and trying to will away the nausea that she was currently afflicted with. She couldn’t remember why exactly she’d decided to drink so much, so clearly she was successful. Though she couldn’t remember much at all; everything was hazy from the moment Asami helped her get in the car.

Trying to think about what exactly she did last night wasn’t doing her headache any favors and she tries not to sigh too loudly as she shifts, trying to get comfortable enough to go back to sleep.

“Korra?” Asami’s soft voice, still slow and thick with sleep made her eyes shoot open and she peeks out from beneath the pillow. That was the reason, she remembers, to forget about how in love she was with her best friend. The best friend that she was currently fucking .

Asami’s lying on her stomach, arms tucked beneath the pillow she was resting on. She’s naked, from what Korra can tell, and she has to put extra effort into not staring at the way her chest pressed against the mattress. Blinking away the bleary look in her eyes, she tucks some hair behind her ear, and though her bedhead was far from tamed, Korra still thought she looked perfect.

So, she’d apparently had sex with Asami last night. Not that she was mad about it-- that was a win in her book.

Her lips curl into a smile and she laughs softly, the sound making it hard for Korra to be irritated; despite her pounding headache and upset stomach. “Are you alright? What are you doing?”

Korra lets the pillow fall back to where it was, gesturing behind her towards the window. She’s in too much pain to say anything, though pillowtalk with Asami did sound quite enticing. Asami giggles again, a muffled sound, likely behind her hand. She can feel it when Asami sits up and she can’t help but peek, drawing her gaze up the bare skin of Asami’s back, deciding that it was worth it to be so hungover if she was allowed to see Asami naked all morning.

She discovers quite quickly that Asami’s still in her underwear, and quite a nice, lacy pair at that. Korra loses sight of her when she makes her way to the foot of the bed, and she can hear the sound of Asami closing the shutters. The dimming of the sunlight was almost immediate relief-- her headache no longer pounding on the inside of her skull, now more like a slight throbbing. 

When Asami sits back down, Korra replaces the pillow back under her head, no longer needing it to shield the light from her eyes. Asami resumes her previous position, fixing Korra with a coy smile that made her start thinking some very inappropriate things.

“Did you sleep alright?” Asami asks her, voice soft on account of her headache, which made her heart throb in it’s place. Korra tries not to watch the way her lips move around each word, swallowing dryly.

“Y-yeah. Just have a headache. Really hungover.” She mumbles, watching Asami stifle her smile behind her fingers. If it were anyone else, Korra would find herself irritated that they were laughing at her anguish. But Asami was different— instead of the typical red hot anger she’d feel at anyone else, it was just a warm and gentle sort of.. dizzy feeling that crept up on her and made her reflect Asami’s smile on her own lips.

“You drank so much beer!” Asami scoffs, fingers creeping across the sheets to trace swirls in against Korra’s bicep, the light touch enough to make her shiver pleasantly. “I didn’t even know you could drink that much.”

Korra watches Asami’s finger dance across her skin, unable to drag her gaze away from Asami’s touch. Her voice is merely a whisper when it slips out. “I can do a lot of things.”

Her gaze immediately snaps up to Asami’s face after she says it, searching for any kind of reaction. The only sign that Asami heard it was the blush that painted her pale cheeks and the way her teeth sunk into her lower lip almost imperceptibly. Korra found herself blushing too— and her mind was reeling with ideas and thoughts that were completely explicit. Morning sex? Korra can already feel her mouth water.

“Korra,” Asami murmurs, glancing up through her lashes in the way that makes Korra swoon. She swallows, feeling her cheeks burn with the pounding of her heart. “Are you hitting on me?”

Her voice is teasing, but with the slightest hint of breathlessness, and Korra knows she’s enticed. Grinning, Korra decides that spending all day in bed with Asami was much better than spending all day in bed without her. “Maybe I am. Is it working?”

Asami avoids her gaze, hand pulling away from Korra’s bicep to twirl a curl of thick black hair around her finger bashfully. She was so sexy that Korra could barely think. 

“A little,” Asami admits, cheeks still perfectly reddened and back to gazing at Korra with those bedroom eyes. Heart pounding, Korra abandons her pillow to roll Asami onto her back, ignoring the throbbing of her headache to pin the most beautiful creature to ever grace this world to the mattress.

She situates herself between Asami’s legs, loving the way her blush deepens when Korra brushes her fingers against the outside of her thigh. Korra can’t even be nauseous anymore, too enticed by the thought of ravishing Asami all morning. Asami’s breath hitches when Korra presses her lips to a prominent, dark hickey on the side of her throat. 

“How about now?” She implores, lips brushing against the sensitive skin there as she speaks. Asami’s arms wrap loosely around her neck, breathing growing heavier the more kisses that Korra presses to her mottled, tender skin. Korra can feel the way Asami’s nails gently glide against her skin, with the threat of leaving those claw marks that Korra had grown to love so much.

“Yeah, it’s working.” Asami whispers, voice a little strained when Korra gently sucks a bruise between her lips, just to tease. She loved the way Asami looked, covered in her marks and lying naked in her bed-- it was like a wet dream come true. Asami makes a sound when one of Korra’s hands skim down her stomach and toy with the edges of her underwear.

When Korra shifts her attention to lean in for a kiss, one of Asami’s hands stop her by covering her mouth and holding her just a few inches away from those lips that she so desperately wanted to kiss until they were bruised. Korra, frustrated and concerned, relents and pulls Asami’s hand from her mouth to speak.

“Is everything okay? Do you not want to?” She asks, fingertips slipping from where they’d been inching beneath Asami’s underwear, for fear that she wasn’t into it today. However, she’s further confused when Asami’s free hand shoots to stop Korra from pulling her own hand away, holding it in limbo below her navel.

“No!” She blurts, cheeks bright red with embarrassment and Korra can’t help the surprise that crosses her face at Asami’s reaction. “I mean-- yes, I do, I just.. Haven’t brushed my teeth yet..”

Korra snickers, ever enamored with the way Asami’s mind works. She pins the hand that was hovering before her mouth to the pillow beside Asami’s head, watching the way Asami’s gaze darkened with desire at the action. Pleased, Korra grins. “I don’t care.”

Rolling her eyes, Asami scoffs. She’s still embarrassed, but Korra can tell she’s still wooed by her professional flirtation . “You’re so gross, Korra!”

“Yeah, but you love it.” Korra teases, fingertips sliding over the fabric of Asami’s underwear, wrist twisting so she could press her fingers against her core. When Asami’s lips part with a gasp, Korra takes her chance and catches her mouth in a kiss, swallowing Asami’s surprised squeak with pleasure.

Her thighs jerk when Korra rubs her in small, slow circles through her underwear, setting a rhythm that was nothing more than teasing. She didn’t protest, however, and moans against Korra’s mouth, kissing her with just as much intensity as Korra led with. Asami’s teeth scrape against her lip and she shivers, picking up the pace enough that Asami’s soft sounds became more frequent.

“Please, Korra,” Asami mumbles against Korra’s unforgiving mouth, pleas being swallowed up by each of Korra’s rough kisses. She lets a pretty moan slip when Korra bites down on her lip and tugs gently, soothing the sting with another desperate kiss. Korra can’t believe how lucky she got-- Asami Sato in her bed, falling apart on her fingers. It was just too good to be true.

“Tell me what you want.” Korra taunts. She knows she’s being cruel, but making Asami admit all the things she wanted Korra to do to her was just too good to pass up. Asami’s hips roll against Korra’s fingers and she whines, sinking her teeth into Korra’s lip in some kind of glorious revenge that Korra enjoyed far too much to be considered a punishment.

Asami wraps the arm that isn’t being held under Korra’s grip around her neck, nails biting into the skin of her shoulder in that familiar sting that she knows will leave marks later. Even so, she holds her ground and her rhythm, pulling back when Asami’s hips cant against her fingers in an attempt for more stimulation. She hums a frustrated moan against Korra’s lips, eyebrows knitting together as she relented.

“Inside, Korra,” her voice is barely more than a strained whine against Korra’s lips, cheeks flushed and gaze dark with want. “I want to feel you i-inside.”

Korra tries to calm her pounding heart, swallowing dryly. She presses a rough kiss to Asami’s mouth, swallowing the resounding gasp when Korra’s fingers tug her underwear to the side and tease her entrance, already slick with arousal. 

She starts with one finger, sliding it past Asami’s entrance with little resistance, pausing her ruthless devouring of Asami’s mouth to watch the way her teeth sink into her lip at the feeling of Korra inside of her. It was so hypnotic, watching Asami get off, that Korra nearly forgot to do anything. She curls her finger upward, fighting against the way Asami squeezes around it, whimpering as Korra rubs against her g-spot.

“A-another,” she gasps, dragging her nails across Korra’s shoulder again, wrist straining against Korra’s grip, from where it was pinned to the pillow. “Please, Korra.”

Wordlessly obeying, Korra has to actively try not to leave more marks on Asami’s already mottled throat. She usually likes them, not that she’d ever admit it to Korra, but Korra can see the way she presses against them in the mirror when she’s getting ready or the way she traces over them when she wakes up in the morning, biting her lip. Instead, she laves her tongue over the existing ones, pressing her lips against the tender bruises just hard enough to make Asami’s breath hitch.

She slides another finger in alongside the first, before she sets a steady pace of thrusting them in and out, revelling in the slick sounds that her fingers make as they slide in and out of Asami’s cunt, along with Asami’s moans and heavy breaths. It was music to Korra’s ears-- arousal pools in her belly as Asami moans beside her ear again, shaky breaths spurring Korra on.

Asami’s thighs spread further for her, and Korra loves it. Watching Asami lose all of her reservations, her usual put-together demeanor and professionality thrown to the wind as she squeezes and flutters around Korra’s fingers, reduced to a moaning mess below her was absolutely priceless. She wouldn’t trade Asami for the world .

“Faster,” she whines, back arching, her warm chest pressing against Korra’s as she begs. “I’m so close, Korra.”

Hearing her name in that tone was nearly too much-- as it always was. She squeezes her own thighs together, white-hot arousal coursing through her veins as Asami’s moans raise an octave, strained and breathless as she grew ever closer to her orgasm. 

She picks up the pace, driving moan after moan from Asami’s throat, though muffled by the way she bit her lip to keep quiet. Though Korra would have preferred to hear her scream, she supposes it’s for the best; it is daytime, after all. 

A knock at the door has them both freeze, heads snapping in the direction of Korra’s bedroom door. 

“Korra? Are you awake?” Tenzin’s voice sounds from the other side of the door, and Korra can’t help it when she curls her fingers against Asami’s g-spot, heart skipping a beat when Asami’s arm slips from her neck so she could slap a hand over her mouth, cheeks flushing as she muffles her moan. 

She decides not to respond, instead focusing on the way Asami glares at her, though Korra can tell she’s excited by the way she twitches around her fingers again. She drags her fingers against her g-spot as she resumes her rhythm, watching, enamored, as Asami’s eyes flutter shut and she keeps muffling those sweet moans behind her hand.

Tenzin’s steps were far too light-- typical airbender shit, so Korra had no idea if he was gone. Hoping for the best, she leans down to whisper in Asami’s ear, just to tease her.

“I wonder if the door is locked,” she tells Asami, loving the way she shudders, thighs trembling with each slide of Korra’s fingers. “Or if someone else might come in and watch me make you cum.”

Asami whimpers behind her hand, eyes screwed shut as she chases her orgasm. Korra grins, ever pleased with how much the prospect of getting caught turned Asami on. She presses kiss after kiss onto Asami’s jaw, working her way back down to her neck as Asami’s moans come quicker and higher.

“ Korra ,” she sobs, muffled behind her hand and slurred with pleasure, “‘m gonna cum.”

Korra’s grip slides up Asami’s wrist towards her palm and almost immediately, Asami’s hand squeezes around her own, grip almost as tight as her own. Her back arches again, and this time she clenches hard around around Korra’s fingers as her orgasm washes over her, thighs snapping shut around Korra’s waist as Korra rides it out of her.

Korra slips her fingers from Asami’s cunt when her breathing starts to even out, her heavy breaths hitching with the extra stimulation. She was so sexy; especially then, cheeks all flushed and her hand still clasped over her mouth. Sliding her hand from Asami’s loosened grip, she peels the offending hand away to press a firm kiss to Asami’s lips.

It’s interrupted by the way Asami bites her bottom lip, letting it snap back when Korra pulls away. Her face is scrunched into an accusatory glare, eyebrows pinched together and gaze narrowed. “I’m going to kill you!”

“What did I do?” Korra snickers as Asami pushes her face away, rolling her eyes and scoffing, looking unimpressed. Korra shifts her face so Asami’s hand is pressed against her mouth, and licks the palm of her hand like a child. 

She laughs when Asami rips her hand away with a groan, and wipes it off on Korra’s bedsheets. “You’re such an idiot, you know that?”

Korra hums in response, fluttering her eyelashes innocently. Asami’s still glaring at her, though her expression had noticeably softened into something more fond. She looked perfect— messy haired with a satisfied expression, lips twisted in a half-hearted scowl. Korra thought to kiss her again, but decided not to, instead shifting to the side so she could slide off of the bed.

Asami shifts once her weight leaves the bed, laying on her side with her leg hiked up as she watches Korra put some clothes on. “You’re getting up?”

“Tenzin’s looking for me,” she reminds Asami, shrugging a tank top over her shoulders and looking around for her sweatpants. She glances back, heart fluttering at Asami’s embarrassed, blushing expression. For someone so excited about the idea of being caught fucking, she was so easily embarrassed about it. “And I have to pee, but I’ll be back.”

She sighs quietly from her place in Korra’s bed, tangled in her sheets and so enticing. Korra nearly decided to just climb back in bed, Tenzin and Avatar duties be damned. However, she knows he’ll just come back and disturb them again so she hopes to placate him by complaining about her hangover and begging to be left alone. 

When Korra pulls her sweatpants up and is relatively presentable, Asami’s soft voice comes from Korra’s bed, where she’d buried herself in the blankets and was looking as comfortable as ever. “Hurry back.” She says, voice barely more than a murmur. 

Korra’s heart pounds in her chest and she nods as she unlocks the door and pulls it open. The unspoken promise of Asami being in her bed when she returns was too good to pass up-- that was an opportunity she was going to take advantage of; no matter what.

She has to actively try not to skip down the hallway as she makes her way to the courtyard.

Asami’s drawer is open.

The bottom drawer of her bedside table is open.

That typically wouldn’t be a problem. However, in this case, her.. Toy is in there. The one she’d nabbed back from Korra’s room when they’d hooked up just two nights ago, on Thursday, late into the evening. And she’d been thinking about Korra all day today, to add insult to injury.

But.. it wasn’t the toy itself she was looking at. Rather, the empty bottle of lube beside it, resting gently against one of the leather straps of the harness. They’d run out of lube. The realization hits her like a freight train, though it wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about it before; her and Korra really were having casual sex. Regular casual sex.

She presses the heels of her palms into her eyes, groaning and leaning back in her chair. She drags her hands down her face, trying her hardest to not think about every single sexual thing she’s ever done with Korra and failing miserably. Asami was supposed to be going through orders for new parts, but how could she even get anything done when Korra was dwelling in the forefront of her mind like she owned it. And Asami supposed she did own it with how much Asami thought about her. Korra definitely had squatter’s rights in her head at this point. 

She hears the jingle of Naga’s saddle as it’s removed and the familiar flopflopflop of her ears against her head as she shakes her fur out. Asami’s heart picks up as she not-so-calmly scrambles to her window to view the courtyard.

Korra’s back-- her strong silhouette nearly unable to make out in the moonlight. She’s standing with one hand deep in her pocket, fishing for something. Naga’s already scampering about, sniffing the ground for new scents since she’d been gone and Korra starts to dig in her other pocket, which makes Asami giggle. Leave it to Korra to forget which pocket has what she’s looking for.

She finds it, but Asami can’t tell what exactly it is, not from this far away. Korra glances behind her and Asami instinctively ducks, peering over the windowsill like a teenage girl spying on her hot neighbor. It was truly embarrassing, but being caught gawking at Korra would be even worse, she thinks.

Korra wasn’t looking that far, because she didn’t even hesitate before she begins her walk towards the gazebo, crossing the courtyard in the same confident strides that make Asami tremble. Everything she did was so sexy, Asami was starting to think she might have a problem.

She leaves the windowsill behind, desperately digging through her closet to find the pair of pajama pants she’d swiped from Korra during one of their many escapades . Donning them and her silk bathrobe, Asami slips quietly from her room to follow Korra.

Korra’s smoking-- it’s the first thing she notices when she gets close to the gazebo. She can smell the marijuana on the wind, getting stronger as she approaches. Korra’s lucky she chose a spot far enough from the temple, lest she have to explain to Tenzin what exactly she was doing. Her back’s to Asami, and she’s leaning on the railing, holding the joint between her pointer and middle finger.

Feeling mischievous, Asami slows her steps until she’s close enough to Korra that she could reach out, gently dragging her nails down Korra’s back over her shirt. She must’ve been pretty quiet, because Korra immediately jumps, back arching away from Asami’s touch in surprise. She gasps as well, which immediately makes Asami’s mouth dry and she tries not to think about the other contexts in which she could hear that sound.

“Boo.” She hums instead, crossing her arms and leaning on the railing beside Korra. Asami can’t help the blush that creeps up on her cheeks when Korra’s gaze falls on her and the way that her surprise turns to delight and those kissable lips twist into a smile.

“Asami! I was afraid I missed you. I thought you might’ve gone to bed already.” Korra tells her, inching close enough that their shoulders touch. She’s already high, eyes red and heavy with intoxication. She was so attractive it was almost too much, but Asami couldn’t bring herself to move away-- it was like Korra had this magnetic pull, and she was just a speck of iron dust caught in her beam.

Korra looks at her, that crooked smile still etched into her face like she’d really been upset that she might have missed Asami, coming home so late. Asami can’t help it when she leans further into Korra, watching the way Korra’s smile softens and reveling in her scent and her warmth in the chilly night air. 

“ Missed me?” Asami asks, raising an eyebrow in mock suspicion, leaning ever so closer to Korra’s face, heart skipping a beat when she catches Korra’s eyes flick down to her lips. “Did you have something in mind you wanted to do with me?”

She’s only teasing, but the way that Korra’s eyes widen and her cheeks flush was truly golden. Korra looks away and she laughs, a tiny, nervous thing, before she presses the joint to her lips for another hit. Her chest flutters at the inadvertent confession that yes, Korra had something on her mind. She just hoped it involved heading back to her room soon, because the arousal pooling in her belly wasn’t going anywhere; not while in Korra’s presence.

“Maybe I did.” Korra tells her, exhaling a plume of smoke off the railing. It dissapates with the wind and Asami shivers, though not from the cold just yet. Korra’s body is warm where they’re pressed together and yet, Asami wants to feel Korra impossibly closer.

“Can I?” Asami flutters her lashes at Korra, eyeing the joint in her hand. Korra blinks at her for a moment, seemingly stunned, before she nods quickly and holds it towards her. 

Asami hits the joint from between Korra’s fingers, glancing up at her flustered expression for only a moment, relishing in it. She’s so pretty with her cheeks all flushed and that heavy, blue gaze fixed on her. Asami isn’t afraid to admit how much she loves Korra’s attention on her, her own cheeks blooming pink when Korra tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear for her.

The smoke is heavy in her lungs when she pulls alway from the joint, exhaling after a moment. Stifling a cough, she watches Korra take another hit with rapt attention, exhaling through her nose in a way that was far too attractive. Lightheaded, Asami tries not to stare at Korra’s lips when she licks them, handing her the joint once again.

“You can finish it.” Korra tells her, eyes fixed on Asami’s lips. It wasn’t hard to tell and Asami nearly wanted to jump her in the gazebo, public be damned. She takes the joint and tries not to think about Korra’s gaze on her while she took a drag, watching the embers glow as she inhales. They’re still so close, pressed shoulder to shoulder and practically glued at the hip.

Korra watches her for a little longer, before one of her eyebrows raise and she speaks. “Aren’t those mine?” She asks, pointing teasingly towards the pajama pants Asami was wearing.

“Maybe,” Asami can’t help but giggle, puffs of smoke escaping throught her mouth. She rolls her eyes, definitely starting to feel the effects of the joint. “I’ll give them back.”

“You don’t have to.” Korra says, avoiding her gaze. She’d only offered their return because she was starting to feel a little worried that Korra might not actually want to share her clothes, so she felt like she might collapse with joy at the assurance that Korra didn’t mind. Instead, she finishes off the joint and wraps her arm around Korra’s, leaning against her again.

Flicking away the roach, Asami fixes her gaze on Korra’s, feeling her cheeks heat up at their proximity. She takes a deep breath before she speaks, watching Korra’s gaze flick to her mouth at the sound. 

“Do you.. want to go back to my room?” 

Korra’s all over her the minute the backs of her knees hit the bed. She all but falls onto the mattress, catching herself on one arm and sitting down, dragging Korra with her. She’s barely able to steady herself before Korra’s mouth is on hers, kissing and biting faster than she can keep up with. Something’s different about Korra tonight, but she can’t quite place what it is. 

“You’re so pretty,” Korra mumbles, sucking Asami’s lip between her own and nipping at the tender flesh. When Asami peeks through heavy lashes, she can see the way Korra’s eyebrows are pinched together and how her cheeks are flushed with desire. 

“You should see yourself.” Asami breathes in return, in between the gaps of their kissing. Korra makes a soft sound in response, pressing an even rougher kiss against her lips and licking into her mouth desperately.

Asami thinks there’s something she should tell Korra, but she can’t quite remember what it is. Not with Korra’s tongue in her mouth and Korra’s hands untying her robe and sliding against her skin. Korra slides into her lap with a gentle grace, and Asami feels her brain fry-- overloaded with the attempt to process what Korra had just done. Cheeks ablaze and her hands hovering in limbo, Asami is stunned into silence. Korra’s sitting in her fucking lap!

She wanted to fuck Korra stupid tonight, watch her arch and tremble beneath her. Asami loved seeing Korra that way, almost as much as she loved to watch Korra simply be herself. Dragging her lips away from Asami’s, Korra kisses down her throat, and Asami’s brain finally stops buffering. Her hands fly into action, and she’s already slipping her fingers beneath Korra’s shirt, letting it ride up as her touch moves higher and higher.

The sound that slips from Korra’s mouth against her lips was perfect, in every sense of the word, when Asami squeezes the swell of her pretty breasts beneath her clothes. She felt high-- and not just because of the joint they’d shared outside. Her senses were overloaded with Korra, in the way that she always loved.

She squeezes again and again, until she’s outright fondling Korra’s chest beneath her shirt. Korra seems to like it, if the way her hips were twitching against hers was any indicator, thighs spread on either side of Asami’s. One of Korra’s hands finds itself between Asami’s thighs, fingers pressing against her with nowhere near as much pressure as she’d like. Korra pulls them apart, trying to catch her breath as she leans back, looking entirely ruined. The sight of Korra on her lap, flustered and debauched, is what reminds her of what she should’ve said earlier.

“Korra,” she murmurs, ever entranced by the way Korra licks her lips and hums in response. Her lusty gaze was too much, and the words nearly die on her tongue. “We’re out of.. Of lube.”

Asami honestly didn’t know what she expected, but this definitely wasn’t it. Korra’s eyes narrowed with malicious intent, and she smiles wickedly, eyes heavy with desire and intoxication as she teases, “did you check because you wanted to fuck me?”

“What? No!” Asami immediately blurts, eyes wide with surprise. But Korra doesn’t let up, and the fingers that Asami had forgotten about press against her cunt hard enough to make her breaths stutter and her cheeks glow red. It’s already difficult to keep her composure with Korra in her lap, let alone with Korra’s fingers rubbing against her through her clothes. “I just.. Happened to.. to see it.”

Korra just gives her a little hum, seemingly disbelieving. But she continues, pressing down just a little harder with each stroke. Asami found herself wanting to spread her thighs and unable to, not with one of Korra’s on either side. Korra definitely knew what she was doing, with that crooked, pretty, smug smile plastered on her face.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day.” Korra confides in her, voice little more than a whisper. It drives an arrow straight through Asami’s chest and she felt winded, thighs straining against Korra’s. She bites her lip and swallows down a moan, lashes fluttering when Korra’s rhythm picks up in the slightest.

“All day?” She breathes, voice barely anything more than a moan. Korra’s breath hitches when Asami’s hands resume their previous ministrations of playing with her chest, squeezing and touching unabashedly. She wanted to tear off Korra’s shirt like a wild animal, but settled for just caressing her beneath it. Korra’s admission-- that she thinks about fucking her when she’s out being the Avatar is almost too much for her to handle, and she moans softly when Korra strokes her cunt again.

“Mhm,” Korra confirms, adjusting herself over Asami’s lap, hips pressing forward. She lets out a heavy exhale, cheeks flushed from the way Asami was touching her. Suddenly, she slides from Asami’s lap, taking her beautiful chest with her. Asami can barely mourn the loss of Korra sitting on her lap before an equally as heart-failure inducing position took it’s place.

Settling onto her knees, Korra kneels before Asami, pushing her thighs apart with two hands, looking all too sexy from this angle. She looks up at her through heavy lashes, like a wet dream come true.

“You can do whatever you want to me tonight.” Korra breathes, as her fingers hook into the waistband of the pajama pants Asami had borrowed from her. Asami can barely think, not with Korra’s confession hanging over her head and making her gnaw upon the breeze, but she knows exactly what she wants to do to her.

It’s on the tip of her tongue. 

I’m in love with you-- the phrase swirls around her lust-clouded mind as she rocks her hips into Korra’s, gaze pinpointed on the way Korra’s cheeks are flushed with pleasure, and her kiss-swollen lip is caught between white teeth. She bites her tongue to keep herself from saying anything she’d regret, but her chest ached with love and desire.

Korra’s none the wiser to her internal dilemma, thighs spread apart, held open by Asami’s hands. One of her own hands is braced against the wall behind her, allowing her some leverage so she could push back into each deep thrust, thighs jerking when it hits just right. The way she’s ruining Korra makes her emotional, and she can’t help the yearning feeling she’s got, throat feeling thick.

“You’re so beautiful, Korra,” she murmurs instead, thankful that her voice doesn’t waver when she speaks. Korra’s gaze flicks up to hers, heavy with desire and lips parting around a soft moan. And she really is beautiful-- the prettiest thing Asami thinks she’s ever seen. Korra’s back arches off of the bed, and Asami releases her grip on one of those firm thighs to drag her fingertips down the lines of her abdomen.

Arousal makes her bold and hasty, so she can’t stop herself before she leans down, removing her touch from Korra’s stomach to brace it beside her face. Korra’s eyes don’t leave hers, not even once, mouth hanging open slightly to allow soft pants and moans to fill the air between them. “Does anyone else get to see you like this?” She asks, heart skipping a beat when Korra’s blush deepens and her gaze flicks down to her lips for a moment.

“.. No.” Korra gasps, eyes fluttering when Asami rolls her hips roughly, her slight whimper making Asami feel dizzy . “Only you,” she admits, voice bordering on a whine. 

She admits that her heat soars at the reassurance that she’s the only one Korra’s fucking, however unneccessary it seemed. But Korra looks a little nervous, her gaze fleeting as Asami continues to rut into her. She bites her lip for a moment before she asks, in a low tone, “A-are you?”

Asami’s stunned for a moment, and her thrusts stutter with her surprise. Korra’s staring up at her, and with the way her eyes are shining with desire, Asami just wants to kiss her breath away. She leans down to press a gentle kiss to Korra’s lips; the way Korra’s breath shudders at the action makes her heart pound in her chest.

“I’m not.” She promises, breathless. Korra swears, gaze sliding down to stare at the place they were connected, watching as Asami’s hips thrust the strap in and out of her cunt with a strained expression. She stifles a whimper, and her thighs jerk again before she lets a moan slip past her pretty lips.

“Harder,” she begs, and she looks like she might cry. She’s pushing back into each thrust, moans spilling from her parted lips. She’s still beautiful, and Asami can’t even pretend not to be in love with her anymore.

Releasing her Korra’s other thigh from her grip, she can feel them hook around the backs of her own thighs. Instead, she reaches up to Korra’s face and brushes her thumb across those plush, bitten lips that she just wanted to kiss forever. Korra’s lustful, teary gaze fixes on hers again as she turns her wrist to push her middle and ring fingers past her lips.

She takes them without a moment’s hesitation, and Asami feels her world shake. Korra’s mouth is warm, and her tongue slides against the belly of her fingers. She can feel the vibration when Korra moans, and when her teeth scrape gently against the skin. She whimpers slightly when Asami pushes down on her tongue, and her eyebrows furrow as she focuses on keeping a gag at bay. 

Asami pulls strained moans from her throat with each strong roll of her hips. If she thought Korra looked debauched before, she’s absolutely defiled now-- hips pushing back into each thrust, two fingers in her mouth almost deep enough to have her gagging, with that teary gaze still stuck on Asami’s. It was downright sinful, and Asami loved every inch of her.

She changes the angle of her hips in an attempt to hit deeper, and when Korra’s back arches off of the bed again, Asami knows she’s found it. Pulling her slick fingers from Korra’s gasping, moaning mouth, she reaches down to rub small circles into Korra’s clit. Her reaction is glorious, and makes Asami throb with arousal just watching.

“Yes, right there--” she gasps, hips rolling in time with Asami’s. Her thighs jerk with each grind of Asami’s hips, and Asami tries the hardest she’s ever tried for anything in her whole life to hold that angle; to keep Korra’s pleasure coming in strong waves. “That’s-- ah , so good,”

Korra’s whining, lips parted around a constant stream of hah, hah, hahs that were going directly between Asami’s thighs. A tear slides down the side of her face and Asami can’t stop herself from ducking down to kiss it away. When Asami glances down towards Korra’s perfect breasts, she sees it: those patterns, tracing and pulsing with light. It makes her breaths stutter and her heart skip a beat-- and she snaps her gaze back up to Korra’s face.

“I’m-- you’re gonna--” her words are cut off by a hitched moan, and Asami thinks it might be the prettiest moan she’s ever heard. “You’re gonna make me cum,” Korra pants, voice strained as her thighs tremble, her rhythm becoming messy and uncoordinated. Korra’s words make a moan tumble past her own lips, and she wants so badly to see her come undone.

“ F-fuck .” Korra moans, and her voice is uncharacteristically high. The patterns glow brighter, and Asami hasn’t ever seen her quite like this before. She's fucked Korra before, so maybe it's the position, but something is different tonight. She looks.. Really good. It’s enough that Asami’s mouth feels dry, and she feels like she shouldn’t be seeing this-- like it were too good for her own eyes.

“A little mmore,” Korra whispers, and her eyes wander back down to watch Asami’s hips rock into hers again. Her voice is barely more than a moaning mess, and she can barely keep herself together, eyes fluttering shut as she tilts her head back. Asami wants to tell her she loves her. She wants to, so badly.

Instead, she leans back, fingers aching with the speed in which they stroked in smooth circles around Korra’s clit. She ignored it, in favor of watching Korra’s back arch for the last time, as the patterns reach their full luminosity. Korra takes a deep, shuddering breath and a breath of beautiful fire follows her drawn-out moan. Asami stops the rhythm of her thrusts to press their hips flush together, feeling Korra twitch with each deep grind.

Korra’s thighs snap shut when the brunt of her orgasm is over, and she grunts when Asami shifts, still inside of her and stunned by Korra’s orgasmic display. Her thighs jerk, and Asami remembers to pull out. She can’t help but watch as the length unsheathes from Korra’s cunt, biting her lip in arousal. This must be how Korra feels when their positions are switched; it was mesmerizing .

Unceremoniously unbuckling the harness from around her hips, she lays on her stomach beside Korra and watches her pretty chest heave as she catches her breath. Her thighs continue to tremble, as if Asami had fucked the strength right out of her-- although Asami knows it’s not true; Korra’s stamina was.. Impressive.

After another minute or two, Korra’s eyes open and her gaze turns to Asami. She can feel herself blush at Korra’s attention, no matter how many times they’d had sex in the past, and her heart stutters when Korra fixes her with a lopsided smile. But as soon as it came, it was gone, and she starts to feel anxious when Korra looks away.

“Asami,” Korra says, and the tone of her voice gives Asami deja vu in the worst way. She swallows, throat feeling tight and mouth dry. Asami can only give a little hm? in response, for fear that her voice would shake and give away just how afraid she was of whatever it was Korra had to say.

When Korra sits up, Asami feels her stomach lurch like she was about to be sick. Her heart pounds in her chest-- panic coursing through her veins. She already wants to run away and Korra hasn’t even said anything yet. She wishes she’d kept at least her bra and underwear on, because she was feeling all-too exposed right about now.

“I’m.. I don’t think we can.. Have sex anymore.” Korra whispers. She runs her fingers through her ruffled hair, and if Asami wasn’t busy falling apart on the inside, she’d have caught the way Korra’s voice trembled. Asami presses her fingers against her trembling lip, in a desperate attempt to hold herself together, but Korra wasn’t done.

She hears it this time-- the way Korra’s breath hitches in an unpleasant manner. Forcing herself to look up, she’s stunned by the way Korra’s eyes are full of tears. Why was she crying? Asami’s caught between the urge to run away and to comfort her, staring with glassy eyes as Korra shuts her eyes for a moment, taking a trembling breath.

“I can’t.. I think I’m in love with you.” She says, and with the emotional whiplash she’s getting tonight, she thinks she might have to sleep for a week straight. Korra’s in love with her -- and she doesn’t want to have sex anymore because she’s in love with her. Asami’s confused and a little irritated before it clicks: she thinks her feelings are unreciprocated . 

Her lips part and Korra fully turns her face away when she feels the mattress dip under Asami’s weight as she pushes herself up. Korra takes another shuddering breath before she speaks again, and this time, Asami feels her heart break for her.

“I’m really sorry.” She mumbles, and Asami just wants to strangle her and kiss her stupid; maybe at the same time. She didn’t even give Asami a chance-- and that irritates her, so she reaches up to grab Korra’s jaw firmly, turning her face back towards her. 

Korra’s eyes are full of unshed tears, with only one shiny line down her cheek. She’s really good at holding it together, Asami will give her that, but she forgets to say anything before pressing her lips to Korra’s. She’s embarrassingly turned on, now, all because Korra admitted that she loved her. 

“Asami,” Korra mumbles against her mouth, a hand coming up to rest on her shoulder, pushing half-heartedly. But Asami can barely hear her-- too caught up in the feeling of Korra’s lips against her own and the revelation that her feelings are reciprocated. With one hand splaying out against Korra’s chest, she easily catches her off guard and pins her to the bed long enough to straddle her.

“Say it again.” She begs against Korra’s mouth, pulling away just far enough to search her expression. It’s surprise, written all over that pretty face, and Asami loves the way she looks. She kisses her again, this time messy and uncoordinated with her rashness, leaving Korra struggling to keep up at all.

“What?” Korra’s dumbfounded, but no longer on the verge of tears. Her voice is a little raspy when she speaks, and Asami can feel the arousal as it simmers within her. Korra’s just fanning the flames and she didn’t even know it. “Say what again?”

“Please,” Asami whispers, and Korra’s eyes widen, that brilliant blue gaze making her feel more hot and more bothered the longer it was on her. She was feeling raw, emotions bared open like a live wire; pleasure crackles through her body when Korra’s hand runs down her waist. “Tell me you love me.”

Korra stares at her, mouth open, for a few moments. She’s stunned, and Asami can feel her quick heartbeat from where their bare chests were pressed together. It’s too much-- all too much skin and heat and Korra, but Asami finds herself wanting more. She wants Korra more than she could ever know, and she hopes her expression conveys, at the very least, a fraction of it.

After a few seconds, something seems to click, and Korra flips Asami over to pin her to the bed. Her gaze is frustrated, like she’s not quite clear on what Asami wants. But she complies anyway, ever the pleaser; her cheeks are red and her gaze is bashful when she whispers, barely audible, “.. I love you.”

Asami’s expression turns even more desperate, if possible. Her chest heaves with each breath, and Korra’s shell shocked— did this mean.. was Asami.. her heart pounds too loudly in her ears for her to think straight, so she just presses their lips together in a frantic kiss. Her hands wander down Asami’s body, and the way that her kisses waver with each gentle touch makes Korra swoon.

It had been haunting her all day-- she’d finally decided to tell Asami how she felt. But she hadn’t meant for them to have sex beforehand, it just happened that way. Korra found that she couldn’t quite control herself when it came to Asami, and when Asami came to her in the gazebo, dressed in her clothes and looking so incredibly sexy.. it was over. Just like now, where she has Asami pinned, naked to the bed, kissing her like her life depended on it. 

Only one of Asami’s arms wrap around her neck, the other disappearing between their bodies. It doesn’t take long for Korra to figure out where it went, because Asami’s breathing gets heavier and Korra knows she’s touching herself. It nearly gives her whiplash, but she just kisses down Asami’s jaw and throat, sucking reminders of her love into the pale skin there. She gets about three hickies in before Asami makes a strained sound.

“Again. Say it, please.” Her voice is wavering, and Korra pulls her face away from her throat to look at her. Her eyes are screwed shut, but her thighs are jerking on either side of Korra’s, and her lips are parted around a pretty moan. She looks completely ruined, and all Korra has done was say I love you twice.

Reaching down between their bodies, she finds Asami’s hand between her own thighs. Her fingers are buried deep in her cunt, and Korra kisses her cheek as she gently but firmly pulls Asami’s hand away. It’s cruel, she knows, and watching the way Asami’s face twists and the way she casts Korra a hurt glare almost has her doubling back. However, she has a better idea, and it involved much less fingers.

Asami looks like she’s about to argue, but as she watches Korra swing her leg up and over her own, her expression changes again. She’s pleading now, eyebrows furrowed together in a pretty, begging manner, hips already twitching before Korra even presses them together. “Hurry,” Asami murmurs, and Korra’s heart skips eight beats at once. 

“I love you.” She says again, and Asami whimpers from below her, looking ravished. Her hair is frizzy and mussed, cheeks a bright red and eyes shining with pleasure when Korra slides against her, already wet. Korra has to brace one hand on the wall behind Asami’s head, holding up one of Asami’s thighs with the other. Nails scrape gently down the sides of her waist, and Korra hopes she can make Asami feel good enough to leave those raised, red lines she’s come to love.

She sets a steady pace of grinding her hips against Asami’s, and she can’t drag her gaze away from Asami’s. She doesn’t seem to be interested in looking anywhere else, either, because despite the fluttering of her lashes with each roll of Korra’s hips, those pretty green eyes hold hers. Asami’s gasping, thighs jerking with each roll of Korra’s hips, teeth digging into her lip. 

Korra wants to kiss her, wants to swallow each little gasp and moan before it could escape. She was so beautiful like this, thighs spread and letting Korra fuck her however she wanted. She whines when Korra shifts atop her, grip tightening on her hips as Korra plays with the angle a little. “ Faster , Korra, please.” She moans, hips twitching beneath Korra’s.

Unable to deny her request, Korra picks up her pace and watches Asami toss her head to the side, moans spilling from her parted lips like a symphony. Pleasure knots in her abdomen, and she gives a particularly rough grind that has Asami’s moan hitching and those nails digging into the flesh of her hips. Feeling hot and wired, Korra does it again and again, dragging those sweet moans from Asami’s throat in quick succession. 

It was nearly too much. It was hot, and heavy waves of pleasure made her rhythm falter a little. Want clouds her mind and she drops Asami’s thigh, in favor of tilting Asami’s chin back towards her. Korra’s barely able to keep the whimper from her own voice when she rolls her hips just right, watching Asami’s gaze shift back to her, shining with lust and desperation.

“Do you love me?” Korra asks, voice barely anything more than a raspy moan. Asami’s cheeks flush impossibly deeper, but her soft lips curl into a smile that makes pleasure sing in Korra’s body.

“I’m in love with you, Korra,” she whines, letting a strained moan slip when Korra grinds against her perfectly. Korra never thought hearing those words out of Asami’s mouth would make her feel so.. Aroused. But she was, and she nearly doubles over when she hears them, losing her rhythm for a moment. Asami doesn’t seem to notice, still gasping and moaning and rolling her hips to the best of her ability while they were pinned beneath Korra’s.

“Fuck,” Korra mumbles, taking a shuddering breath. Asami’s thighs jerk beneath her and her moan hitches. Her nails drag against Korra’s skin and she hisses through her teeth at the feeling. She revels in the knowledge that there will be marks waiting for her tomorrow, remnants of Asami’s pleasure etched into her skin in the best way possible. She’s getting close-- Korra feels it, that tight winding of arousal in her belly.

Asami’s back arches a little and her fingers tremble against Korra’s waist as she gasps. “I’m s-so close-- yes, just like that, Korra.”

Her thighs begin to tremble too, and Korra picks up her pace just a little more, grinding roughly against Asami’s cunt. It’s too warm and too wet and too much . She bites her lip and watches Asami’s eyes flutter a little as her moans raise an octave. Her nails scrabble desperately against Korra’s skin, as if she wasn’t sure where to hold, but Korra didn’t mind it-- in fact, it made her thrust forward just a little harder.

“I.. fuck,” Asami moans, gaze flicking down to where her and Korra were connected. Korra wants to kiss her, but she’s too far away. “I love you so m-much.”

Surprise makes her fluster and she makes a strained sound that makes her even more flustered. Asami continues to chase her pleasure, mumbling out different iterations of Korra’s name combined with yes and please. Korra can feel her orgasm creeping up on her, and she grits her teeth, dragging her hips in a slow roll across Asami’s cunt. 

Asami beats her to it, back arching off of the mattress and her thighs trembling as she lets a high pitched moan tear from her throat. She’s so beautiful when she cums, especially with that lust-driven gaze on Korra’s while her hips twitch beneath Korra’s quick pace as she tries to chase her own orgasm. She’s on the edge, and Asami’s brows furrow in slight discomfort as her nails sink into the flesh of Korra’s hips once more.

“Korra,” Asami whines, strained whimpers slipping through her lips. Korra leans forward a little, ragged breaths coming in pants as her rhythm starts to stutter. She grinds a deep roll of her hips against Asami’s cunt and Asami hisses through her teeth at the feeling. Korra almost feels bad, but she’s so close — her mind is clouded by pleasure.

“I’m s-so in love with you.” Asami moans, and Korra feels the winding in her abdomen snap. She falls forward, holding herself up with her forearm as she shivers on top of Asami, hips grinding slowly against Asami’s as she rides out her orgasm. 

She can’t do anything but pant into Asami’s neck for a second, before her breath hitches and she can’t stop herself from crying. At the first sign of tears, Asami’s hands fly up to the sides of her face, pushing back to fix her with a worried gaze. She wipes tear after tear, even as they drop onto her skin, looking incredibly frazzled.

“Korra, are you alright? What happened? Did I hurt you?” She rambles, looking increasingly distressed when Korra just hides her face, embarrassed that she’s crying after sex. “Korra?” Asami tries again, voice wavering just a little and making Korra’s heart stutter as she all but sobs beneath her hands.

“No, I’m okay.” she mumbles through tears, trying to get herself together. She moves to sit up, but Asami catches her wrists with a bashful look, glancing away. 

“Stay for a little longer? Please?” Asami asks, and with that expression, how could Korra deny her? She takes a shuddering breath, wiping away her tears long enough to offer Asami a watery, lopsided smile. 

“Sure,” she mumbles, unable to chase her smile away even when she leans forward to kiss Asami tenderly, without a hint of her usual lust. It was still just as desperate and full of desire, but for a different reason this time. And when she pulls away to look at her, she realizes they’re both crying.

She’s dumbfounded at the pretty tears sliding down Asami’s cheeks before she starts to giggle. And then Asami starts to giggle, and then they’re both laughing, pressed against each other and completely naked. Korra finds that she’s comfortable in a way she’s never been before; understood in a way no one else has even tried to achieve.

“I’m so happy,” she murmurs against Asami’s lips as she leans to press kiss after kiss to her already kiss-swollen lips, loving the way she can feel Asami’s smile. “I didn’t think you felt the same way.”

Asami laughs a little, sighing when Korra’s attention drifts down to her neck to press kisses on her already mottled throat. Korra presses her lips against each hickey she’d left, relishing Asami’s little gasps every time. “Are you kidding?” She asks incredulously, as if Korra just asked her what color the sky was. “How couldn’t I? It’s the whole reason I came on to you at the Presidential Welcome party.”

“I thought you were just drunk and horny.” Korra teases, sucking a hickey gently between her lips and only releasing it when Asami sucks her teeth in slight discomfort. She scoffs at Korra’s words, and Korra can feel the way she rolls those sharp green eyes without even seeing it.

“You’re awful,” is all she says, but the laugh in her tone isn’t missed. Korra feels giddy, high on the feeling of Asami’s skin against hers and the feeling of Asami’s heart beating beneath her own. In fact, feeling frisky, she shifts her hips where they were still pressed against Asami’s.

“Do you want to go again? To make it official?” Korra taunts, and she’s only half joking— but the look on Asami’s face makes her reconsider. Her cheeks are bright red and she looks flustered. Her hips twitch beneath Korra’s and Korra grins, seriously thinking about that third round right now.

“To make what official?” Asami asks, voice low and inviting. Korra can tell she’s aroused and that simple fact is enough for Korra to sit up and unhook her leg from around Asami’s. Asami’s thighs shut when Korra leaves her, but she watches curiously as Korra stands and reaches for her hips to pull her back, dragging her to the edge of the bed with very little effort and quick enough to make her gasp.

“Us?” Korra says, but it comes out like more of a question. Asami still blushes such a pretty color either way, flustered and looking anywhere but Korra’s face as she gets on her knees. Korra spreads her thighs with ease, but Asami wasn’t really fighting it at all today-- in fact, she looked rather pleased to be spread like this, glancing down to search Korra’s face for a moment.

“.. To make it official.” Asami concedes, and she scoffs at Korra’s lopsided grin as she presses a kiss to the inside of her thigh, sucking the skin between her lips to leave a mark. Korra felt it’d been a while since she’d staked her claim over the space between Asami’s thighs, and Asami just looked so good covered in hickies. Her hickies.

If they spent the rest of the night between the sheets, giggling and kissing and fucking, that was no one’s business but their own. Korra found that she’d never been happier, even as she woke up the next morning (afternoon, rather) with enough marks to play connect-the-dots down her chest.

And when she glances down to Asami, still asleep in her bed with her messy hair fanning across the pillow they’d been sharing, Korra thinks it’s perfect.