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“Please, please, please!”
Korra watches as Bolin grovels at Asami’s feet. It’s six pm and it’s Asami’s turn to wash the dishes, but Bolin is proving to disrupt that task at any cost.
He’d started his begging three days ago, when he pitched the idea that Asami throws him a twenty-first birthday party in her dormant mansion that she’d prefer not to be in at all. Asami had been apprehensive, nervous at the prospect of so many people in her childhood home at one time-- she’d told Korra as much after the first time Bolin had asked.
“Bolin, leave her alone.” Mako reprimands him, sipping his tea from his seat at the table. Bolin’s groveling doesn’t cease, however; he continues whispering pleas to Asami while holding onto her ankles like he was begging for his life.
Asami’s trying her best to ignore him-- but Korra can tell by the way her eyebrow twitches every so often that it was starting to bother her.
She takes a deep breath in, blowing a stream of air at Bolin’s face from her seat. When he releases his hands from Asami’s ankles to shield his eyes, Korra ups the ante, holding her output of air until Bolin’s butt hits the wall next to the doorway.
“You only get to turn twenty-one once, guys!” Bolin whines, sitting up and slouching against the wall like he’d been mortally wounded. “Just think about it-- one party for a few hours and then everyone goes home!”
Asami glances at her from over her shoulder, but it was only for a split second. Korra feels guilty; she wishes she could comfort Asami further. It was definitely a hard decision, to either let Bolin party in her childhood home or disappoint him on the “most important birthday of his life ”, as he put it.
Korra didn’t really get it, but seeing him irritate Asami for the last three days was starting to piss her off as well. She scans the floor for any stray pebbles she could flick full speed at Bolin’s head. There wasn’t any.
Asami sets the last plate down after it’s dried sufficiently. She looks collected and calm on the outside, but Korra knows better. Then, without a word, she turns around and walks to her room, door slamming behind her.
“Now look at what you did.” Mako throws his hands up in the air, shooting Bolin a glare. Bolin offers him a guilty smile, raising his own hands in meek surrender.
“I didn’t mean to!” He defends himself, hugging his knees to his chest. “I didn’t think it was such a big deal-- it’ll only be for a few hours.”
Korra crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow at Bolin. “How many people?” She asks, which proves to be the wrong choice.
“Will you ask her for me? Please, Korra? Like-- only like nine -- no! Ten people at most!” Bolin crawls towards Korra, hand reaching for her arm. It was promptly smacked away, making Bolin squeal and cradle it to his chest. He gives her a wounded look, “come on, can’t you talk to her? Aren’t you guys like super close?”
Korra can’t help that her cheeks turn red at Bolin’s innocent comment. Mako irritatingly predicts Korra’s reaction and lifts his tea from the table right before Korra’s hands make contact with it. Everything rattles and Bolin smiles nervously.
She scoffs at him and retreats to her own room. As she stomps down the hall, she groans extra loudly. She knows that Bolin didn’t mean to upset her but he was just so annoying about this stupid birthday party! She rips the door open and slams it much harder than Asami did-- enough to make the their entire side of the temple rattle with aftershocks.
What did he even want her to do? Grovel with him at Asami’s feet? Granted, Korra would probably be much more successful, but why would she push Asami’s boundaries like that?
Throwing herself onto her bed, she crosses her legs and takes a really deep breath. Maybe some meditation would do her good and she’d be able to figure out a solution without pummeling Bolin into the dirt.
“Korra?”
Korra’s eyes shoot open at the sound of her name and she sits up, squinting through the dark. Asami was peeking her head around the door, waiting for her response.
“Asami? Is everything okay?” Korra asks, rubbing her eyes and stifling a yawn. Asami steps into her room and shuts the door with a gentle click-- a stark contrast to how she’d treated the door earlier.
She’s only in her silky bathrobe, ever the graceful creature as she approaches the foot of Korra’s currently very unmade bed.
She can’t help but think for a moment that Asami’s coming in for sex-- which, Korra figures, she’d be down with even though she’d just woken up. Korra would do anything for Asami. But Korra’s sex drive is snuffed out when she notices her friend’s anxious demeanor.
Asami’s wringing her hands together, standing nervously at the end of Korra’s bed. Fighting a heavy blink, Korra scoots over and pulls back her blankets, inviting Asami in. She accepts the offer immediately and without hesitation and Korra blushes as she lays on her side, facing her.
Once settled, Asami looks up at her, voice barely a whisper when she speaks. “Do you think I should let Bolin have his party?”
Korra’s lips press together into a thin line and she takes a deep breath. “I don’t know. If it really bothers you that much, then he’ll have to live with having his birthday party somewhere else.”
At Asami’s guilty look, Korra opens her arms. Her heart pounds in her chest as Asami shifts, wrapping her arms around Korra’s waist and pressing her face into Korra’s neck. Korra fights valiantly against perverted thoughts, brain in overdrive as she comforts Asami.
She holds Asami close to her chest intimately, resting her chin on the top of Asami’s head. “I want to do this for him, but.. Sometimes just being there can be difficult.”
Korra hums, gently tracing circles into Asami’s back. Asami sighs pleasantly at her touch, squeezing Korra’s waist with little force. It makes Korra’s heart skip a beat and her cheeks flush-- she wants to be entangled with Asami forever.
“I’ll support whatever decision you make,” she tells Asami in an earnest whisper. “Plus, Bolin says it’ll only be a few people.”
Asami giggles, a soft sound that was like music to Korra’s ears. She draws something with her finger into Korra’s lower back, but Korra can’t tell what it is. “Did he beg you to talk to me?”
Korra rolls her eyes, scoffing. “Yeah, but I wasn’t interested in becoming number two on your shit list.”
“You could never.” Asami murmurs amusedly against Korra’s skin. Her voice is timid when she asks, “can I stay here?”
Korra swallows, blinking rapidly. “Yeah, of couse you can.”
“Thank you, Korra,” Asami whispers, and Korra can feel her relax against her chest. “I-- I’m really grateful I have you.”
Korra shuts her eyes, breathing in Asami like she’d die without her. She tries not to use the word love when she responds, “I’m grateful for you too, Asami.”
Korra stays awake long after Asami’s breathing had evened out and her grip on Korra’s waist had relaxed fully. She sighs, pining in silence until she falls asleep.
It was not “a few” people.
Asami didn’t even know Bolin had this many friends. There were people everywhere -- and all of them were drunk! She’s lucky Korra suggested locking the doors to rooms that she wanted to remain off limits, or she was sure she’d have to break up more than a few make-out sessions; or worse . She shivers, disgusted with the thought.
Music blares from the record player. It distracted Asami from the fact this was her childhood home, which she appreciates, but she was starting to get a little antsy. She was only half a drink in, and she’d been looking for Korra for the last half hour.
Asami shoulders her way past tipsy guests, muttering apologies every time she had to squeeze past someone. If any of these people threw up on her floor, Bolin was cleaning it no matter how hammered he got.
She enters the living area, scanning the crowd for any of her friends. She catches Opal, and then Bolin. He was lying on the couch with his head in her lap and she was messing with his hair. As Asami gets closer, she can hear Bolin blubbering to Opal about how beautiful she was and Opal was just looking down at him with a bemused expression.
“Opal? Have you seen Korra?” Asami asks her and she looks up. Bolin looks up at her, too, squinting for a better look. Opal’s face changes as she contemplates the question.
“I think I saw Korra in the kitchen last. She was getting a drink.” Opal tells her with a worried look. “Do you think something happened to her?”
Asami avoids Opal’s gaze. She was sure Korra was completely fine-- probably having a great time, in fact. She takes a sip of the jungle juice-esque liquid in her glass; it was gross. “No, I was just wondering.”
Opal raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t question her further, returning to dote on a very drunk and very pleased Bolin. Asami leaves them to it; she didn’t want to stick around in case they started sucking each other’s faces.
She crosses the foyer and is surprised that the kitchen is relatively empty. A few stragglers lean on countertops, chatting amongst each other. But Korra wasn’t there. Asami pounds the half-glass she’d been carrying around to calm her nerves, but it still needed time to kick in.
Having another drink would be fine; it was her house anyway. Asami pours herself something much more refined than Bolin’s concoction, jumping when a hand rests on her shoulder.
Mako is beside her, offering a smile. “Asami! I’ve been looking for you!”
Asami smiles, but she was hoping he’d be Korra. Even so, she turns to him and sips her improved drink. “Sorry, I’ve been looking for.. Bolin . I found him, though.”
“Oh! That reminds me: Korra’s been looking for you.” He says, oblivious to the fact that he’d just given Asami the best news she’d received all night. Asami hopes she doesn’t sound too excited when she responds. “Oh, really? Where is she?”
Mako gestures with his thumb over his shoulder. “She was outside when I left her last. She had like.. Five shots! ” Mako’s laughing a little too hard and Asami can tell he was drunk.
Asami blinks. Five shots? That doesn’t sound like Korra at all-- but she knew Korra was pretty good at handling her liquor. She takes a heavy sip of her rum and coke, feeling the warmth it spread down her throat throughout her entire body. “I told her she shouldn’t be doing that, but she told me she didn’t care. She called them liquid courage. ” He continues.
Liquid courage for what? Asami’s stomach twists with jealousy and she hopes Mako can’t see it on her face. He eyes her for a moment, but continues his story without a hitch.
She wasn’t sure how long she spoke to Mako for, but he’d just run off with some girl who’d joined their conversation about fifteen minutes ago. Asami couldn’t even pretend to care; she can feel the alcohol in her veins, making her brain all pleasantly fogged.
A thought pops into her head: Korra. She leans onto the counter and chews her lip, swirling the watered-down coke that was in the bottom of her glass. Asami’s painfully aware that every time she gets drunk, Korra’s at the forefront at her mind.
She thinks of Korra’s arms, her lips, the way her eyes screw shut when she cums. People walk in and out of the kitchen, drinking down Bolin’s jungle-juice like it was divine honey. The thought of it made her stomach turn and she takes a stumbling step.
Asami wanted Korra-- bad. She bumps into people as she crosses the foyer and reenters the living room. Opal and Bolin are gone, replaced by some random girls who were shrieking with laughter, clearly hammered.
She wonders where they went for a moment, but decides she’s better off not knowing. Ignorance is bliss in this case and finding Korra was much more important.
The sliding glass door to the garden was open and Asami can hear people outside, even through the blasting music and high-pitched laughter. It’s warm outside despite it being late into the night and Asami braces herself on the doorframe as she peeks outside.
She can’t see Korra, but she can hear her. Asami avoids stepping on the grass with her heels-- it’d take her out right now. Her heart flutters when she hears Korra laugh a little and she follows the sound.
Korra’s standing a little ways into the garden. The scent of marijuana hits her and Asami knows exactly what kind of night she’s hoping to have.
There’s a guy standing beside Korra and he’s inching closer to her. She can’t hear what’s being said, however, his hand is hovering over Korra’s waist and he’s whispering something into her ear. Asami’s jealous gaze flicks to Korra, who says something that makes him recoil and stomp away. Then, Korra finally spots her.
Her body moves on it’s own, confident strides taking her closer and closer to where Korra was standing, all intoxicated smiling and crossed arms.
Heat flushes through Asami’s chest cavity as Korra’s eyes trace up her body. She stops in front of her, jealousy temporarily forgotten, and intertwines her fingers with Korra’s free hand. “I’ve been looking for you,” Korra tells her and Asami can’t help but smile at her.
“I know a place we can sit.” She murmurs drunkenly, guiding Korra further into the garden. When she looks back, Korra’s eyes weren’t on hers; she realizes, with butterflies in her stomach, that Korra’s watching her hips sway as she walks.
Asami sits on a stone bench, scooting closer to Korra when she sits down beside her and pressing their thighs together, desperate to be close. She revels in the way Korra blushes when they touch, knowing her own face was just as flushed.
Korra brings the nearly finished joint to her lips and takes a deep drag. She coughs a little when she exhales and passes it to Asami. She hits it without hesitation, the prospect of seducing Korra while crossfaded was nearly too good to pass up. The smoke is heavy in her lungs when she inhales, but she makes eye contact with Korra while she exhales.
She brings it to her lips to hit it again, but this time she presses her lips to Korra’s when she exhales. Thin wisps of smoke escape her mouth, before Korra sucks it in and kisses her roughly. When Korra does exhale, the smoke comes out through her nose as she lazily licks along Asami’s bottom lip.
Asami pulls her face away from Korra’s to look at her; her eyes are heavy and she’s got a lopsided grin on her face that makes Asami’s stomach turn with love and desire. When Korra leans to kiss her again, Asami presses her fingers against Korra’s soft lips, letting her finish the joint from Asami’s grip.
It made Asami cross her legs, the way that Korra eyed her while she inhaled. Her heavy gaze was invigorating, eyes red and slightly glassy. Smoke billows between her fingers and Korra licks the ones pressed to her mouth while she exhales. Asami’s heart pounds in her chest and she thinks Korra might actually kill her.
Korra takes the roach from her hand and flicks it away, catching Asami off guard in a messy kiss. One of Asami’s hands braces itself on Korra’s thigh, the other coming up to hold Korra’s face. Korra’s hands skate around her waist and her fingers dig into the flesh of her hip deliciously.
Asami is lost in Korra’s mouth and the sounds she made whenever Asami squeezes or slides further up Korra’s thigh. She tasted like alcohol and weed, and something so Korra that it made Asami whimper. She was hot, alight with desire, and Korra took everything she offered and returned it with just as much fervor. Kissing Korra was as natural as breathing, and Asami thinks she could spend the rest of her life lost on Korra’s lips.
“I’ve wanted you all night .” She breathes against Korra’s desperate mouth, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. Korra lets out a soft moan, kissing Asami firmly and parting only to respond with “You have me.”
If Asami wasn’t wearing a dress tonight, she would’ve already crawled into Korra’s lap and fucked her right in the botanical garden. Instead, she kisses the side of Korra’s throat and mouth, leaving dark red lipstick stains behind. She pulls back to admire her handiwork, satisfied with the way Korra’s lips were stained red and the marks she’d left.
Itching to feel Korra’s hands on her, she applauds her inebriated brain for thinking of an idea. “Do you want to go swimming?”
“Shh!” Asami hisses to Korra, unable to control her own giggles while Korra snickered behind her. Korra’s hand was tight in hers as they scurried down the staircase. Asami didn’t need any partygoers in the pool with them-- for their own good. In her case, she’d be more than pleased to show everyone just who Korra belongs to.
Korra’s chest brushes against her back as she jams the key into one of the large doors. The lock clicks and she cracks it open, hoping to avoid the whine of the hinges that she knew undoubtedly would follow.
She slips through the crack herself and tugs Korra through, laughing as Korra stumbles. She shuts the door slowly, keeping the noise to a minimum as Korra’s hand leaves hers.
Asami pockets her key and turns around. Korra’s already shirtless and skirtless and is working on getting her boots off. Asami watches her strip like she’s never seen it before, watching her pants come down with careful attention.
She underestimates just how much Korra likes water because instead of turning back around to ravish Asami, Korra dives into the deep end of the pool like a fish just off the pole.
Asami giggles at her when she resurfaces, already unzipping her dress and shrugging it off of her shoulders. Korra swims to the side to watch her undress with a complacent grin.
She kicks off her heels and takes a flying leap over the pool, only to be caught midair by a funnel of water. Benders. The water’s lukewarm against her skin and when she resurfaces she splashes a wave towards Korra’s face. It doesn’t connect.
Korra disappears under the water. The ripples distort her strong form as she approaches Asami from beneath the surface like a serpent pursuing it’s quarry. When she resurfaces, she’s face to face with Asami, shaking water from her hair like a dog. Her hands find Asami’s waist beneath the water and she pulls them together. Asami didn’t even have to swim-- Korra held them both up with very little effort. God, she was so sexy when she used her bending.
“What made you want to go swimming?” Korra asks her, palm flush against Asami’s lower back. Asami bites her lip as Korra raises an eyebrow, “I know it’s not for swimming lessons.”
Asami plays with Korra’s hair, pretending to think. She smudges the lipstick stain on Korra’s cheek, thinking about adding more. “Maybe I just wanted to have you all to myself for a while.”
Korra flushes at her statement, much to Asami’s pleasure. Asami dips her head to press a kiss just below Korra’s eye, leaving another lipstick stain in the shape of her mouth. “You had me all to yourself in the garden,” Korra giggles.
Asami hums, pressing her lips to Korra’s once again. Korra kisses her back with little thought, one of her hands slipping down to hold the back of Asami’s thigh. She tugs on Korra’s hair until she gasps, and kisses down her wet throat, tasting only the chlorine of the poolwater. Maybe swimming wasn’t the best idea.
Korra turns them around and pins Asami to the side of the pool, letting Asami wrap her legs around her hips. Once Asami decided that Korra was sufficiently kissed for the time being, she pulls away.
Korra takes a deep breath when they separate, staring at Asami like she wanted to devour her. “I wasn’t sure about having sex in the garden,” she murmurs against Korra’s lips, small smile widening when Korra grins at her words. “I felt bad for anyone who might see us.”
“I would’ve fucked you in the garden,” Korra tells her, hand skimming up her sternum and fingers sliding beneath the band of her wet bra. She pulls the band back just enough that it snaps against Asami’s slick skin, but not enough to hurt. “No matter who was watching.”
Asami gasps when Korra lifts her from the water and seats her on the edge of the pool with minimal effort, hands braced on her knees and Korra’s face leaning against one of them. She’s so fucked-- the way Korra was looking up at her with heavy-lidded, red eyes and covered in Asami’s lipstick ignited a roaring blaze of desire within her.
Her head swims with arousal and intoxication as Korra blinks lazily, and she murmurs against Asami’s skin. “What do you want me to do to you?”
Asami combs her hand through Korra’s hair, pushing it back and watching as it falls back into place. In her drunken state, she couldn’t believe how pretty Korra was. Korra just lets her do whatever, simply closing her eyes and basking in Asami’s attention.
“Touch me?” She asks, watching as Korra’s eyes open and she gazes up at her, holding the eye contact as her mouth twists into a smile. Her hands leave Asami’s knees-- exactly the opposite of what Asami asked her to do-- to brace on the side of the pool. Korra pulls herself out in one smooth motion and offers her hand to Asami.
When Asami takes it, she’s pulled to her feet faster than she can register. It’s easy to forget just how strong Korra truly was-- but watching her biceps flex as she holds Asami up was truly a gift. Korra leads her to one of the poolside sofas, instructing her to sit with only a wave of her hand.
With slight curiosity, Asami sits down and nearly whimpers when Korra gets onto her knees between Asami’s thighs, hands caressing her hips gently and toying with the band of her panties. Korra looks up at her, tongue swiping over her lips like a starved predator as she asks, “can I take these off?”
Asami can barely register the question before she nods. Instead of sliding her wet panties down her legs, Korra leans forward, climbing onto the sofa and kisses her with a soft sound. Her hands fly to Korra’s face as she kisses her back, devouring her with unbridled desperation.
Korra’s hand slides down her chest and abdomen, nails gently dragging over her skin. It makes Asami shiver and gasp against Korra’s mouth, her pre-scrambled brain unable to collect itself. She wraps her arms around the back of Korra’s neck, holding her her close enough to press kiss after messy kiss to her already lipstick-smeared face and mouth.
Asami completely forgot that Korra was going to eat her out by the pool, beyond pleased with the way Korra was gasping for air against Asami’s desperate, suffocating kisses. She lets Korra go to shift her attention to her neck, licking, kissing, biting and revelling in the way Korra pants and moans at her attention.
She could spend forever ruining Korra, marking her up like a vampire and leaving reminders of her love all over her tan skin. But Korra shifts and Asami’s lips leave Korra’s skin with a wet pop. She leans back up, hands sliding to Asami’s knees as she takes a deep breath and sits back on her knees.
Asami lets her eyes wander over Korra, the way her hair was still damp and messy, eyes shut, her mouth was smeared with red lipstick and kiss marks were littered over her face and throat. Hickies that would surely darken come tomorrow were spread over her neck and collarbone and Asami was quite proud of her work.
She sits up with Korra, reinvigorated with desire. Korra’s heavy eyes open at the sound of Asami shifting and she smiles lazily at her, the combination of alcohol and marijuana in her system making her all the more attractive to a drunken Asami. She presses two of her fingers to Korra’s kiss-swollen lips, and her mouth runs dry as she watches Korra take them into her mouth with a gentle motion.
Asami can feel the fact that she’s blushing furiously, but Korra doesn’t seem to take mercy on her. She hollows out her cheeks, holding heavy eye contact as she slides them all the way down. Her eyes only close when Asami’s fingers enter her throat, and then she pulls her head back and laves her tongue over the underside of them.
There was nothing Asami could do except gawk-- Korra was truly the sexiest woman on Earth, and Asami just had the pleasure of getting her fingers deepthroated by her. She switches places with Korra, pushing her to lie back on the sofa with a hand splayed over her chest wraps. Asami swings her leg over Korra and straddles her, trying to hold herself together when Korra’s hands slide up and down her body before resting on her hips and rubbing small circles into the flesh there.
Asami bends down, gently kissing a line up Korra’s abdomen and chest. Korra squeezes her hips firmly and Asami moans against Korra’s skin, one of her hands bracing itself beside Korra’s head. Korra watches her with a smug smile, head tilted to the side and her hair hung around her face, damp and ruffled.
Possessiveness strikes her like lightning as she gazes down at Korra’s debauched form. That complacent, crooked smile made Asami’s stomach roil with pleasure and she makes herself a drunk promise to keep Korra all to herself. She grinds herself down across the firm muscle of Korra’s lower abdomen, moaning softly and watching as Korra’s eyes widen and her cheeks flush.
One of Korra’s hands slides from her hip towards her core, wrist turning for a better angle. She leans down, pressing a kiss to Korra’s jaw and moaning into her ear when her fingers press against her clit through her panties. With a slow, deliberate motion, she pins Korra’s wrist down with her free hand.
“Who was that guy?” She breathes in Korra’s ear, too drunk to care about how jealous she sounded over a nonexistent relationship. She feels Korra’s breath hitch as she asks, breathy and confused, “what?”
Asami presses a kiss to one of the hickies she left behind on Korra’s throat, swiping her tongue over the bruised area. “The guy in the garden. What were you talking about?”
She’s feeling impatient; Asami wants nothing more than to ride Korra’s fingers until she cums, but she also wants answers. A whimper slips through her lips and Korra tenses beneath her at the sound. “Nothing, really,” Korra murmurs, rubbing firm and small circles into the flesh of Asami’s hip again to pacify her. “He was just asking to hook up, I think.”
Korra slips her hand from Asami’s weakening grip, fingers sliding past the crotch of her panties so she could gently swipe across her entrance and back to her clit. The slick circles that Korra expertly worked against her made her groan, hips stuttering desperately to life against her touch.
“What did you-- fuck, what did you tell him?” Asami moans, dropping to her elbow and pressing her cheek against Korra’s as her thighs tense around Korra’s waist. Korra slips her fingers inside of Asami’s core with a soft and slick sound. She rubs gently on her walls before curling her fingers against her g-spot with soft pressure. Korra really was a fast learner; Asami sucks air in through her teeth at the intense pleasure, groaning against Korra’s skin.
She was so worked up already and Korra wasn’t helping. Her stomach tightens and she whimpers, turning her head to press a sloppy kiss to Korra’s lips. Korra hums against her mouth and they part with a wet sound, Korra’s mouth instead kissing against Asami’s neck, the slightest brush of Korra’s teeth against her skin making her blush and shiver.
Her thighs tremble as Korra pushes her fingers deeper, dragging them slow on the way out. She presses against Asami’s g-spot again, making her choke on a moan as she licks up her pale throat. Korra sinks her teeth into the skin above Asami’s collarbone and she cries out, pleasure soon overriding the pain when Korra’s fingers glide against her g-spot at the same time.
“Fuck, Korra,” Asami hisses, core clenching around Korra’s fingers, walls fluttering when a moan escapes her lips. Korra was all but basking in Asami’s pleasure, a smile playing on her lips as she flattens her tongue over the bite mark she left on Asami’s collarbone. “Tell me what you said to him.”
“Okay,” Korra whispers, still graced with that sexy high look to her, heavy eyes and cheeks slightly flushed. “But you have to promise not to get mad.”
Asami grits her teeth together, jealousy twisting in her chest. Pleasure roils in her stomach as Korra glances to the side, rather nervously. Korra’s fingers glide against her walls and she whimpers, back arching. “Why would I be mad?”
“I told him that you were my girlfriend .” Korra murmurs against Asami’s ear and Asami can barely get out a squeak of Korra’s name before she cums, biting her lip to muffle the moan that still echoed in the empty room. She falls forward, moaning out Korra’s name against her shoulder as she rides out her orgasm.
Korra works her fingers until Asami’s nails bite into her skin, in which she slips her fingers from Asami’s core with a gentle motion. Asami doesn’t have to see her to know that Korra’s fingers are in her mouth now-- the thought alone made her blush and whimper, muffled when she bites her lip.
“I didn’t know you were so close,” Korra tells her. Her hand is resting on Asami’s lower back now, thumb gently sliding over the skin there. She’s covered in lipstick stains and hickies-- a testament to Asami’s claim over her.
“Me either.” Asami mumbles from her hiding place in Korra’s neck. She tries to slow the pounding of her heart to no avail, so she sits up and leans back against Korra’s thighs.
Korra’s watching her with an amused look, cheeks flushed and gaze alight with desire. “If you want, we can hide in here for the rest of the party.” She offers, glancing to the door. “I know some things we can do.”
Asami rolls her eyes, embarrassed as she swings her leg back over Korra to dismount her. Korra sighs audibly, sitting up and leaning into the sofa like somebody’s dad. Asami tries not to snicker at the thought as she collects their clothes.
When she turns back to Korra, she’s leaning on her hand and watching her. Asami can’t help but blush as she returns to the couch to set their clothes down. Her bra strap slides from her shoulder and she doesn’t fix it, instead, she gets onto her knees between Korra’s spread legs.
Korra grins, lopsided but so sexy as Asami’s hands slide up her thighs and reach for her underwear. “Actually.. I don’t think they’ll miss us too much.” She says, looking up at Korra’s flushed face through her lashes.
Korra suddenly sat up straight, just as Mako’s drunken voice entered the poolroom. “Korra? Asami? Are you guys in he--” he’s cut off when a jet of water smacks him directly in the face. He falls back onto his butt and swears, wiping water from his eyes. “Korra, you got it up my nose!”
Asami giggles at that, grabbing Korra’s hand so she could be effortlessly manhandled again. “Cover your eyes, Mako!” Korra retorts, outstretched arm lowering to lift Asami to her feet, “we’re changing!”
She can’t help but laugh out loud as Mako scoots around and faces the door, face redder than a fireferret. Korra gets her pants on rather quickly and helps Asami step back into her dress. She’s still in only her chest wraps as she helps Asami fix her hair, tugging on the strands just hard enough to make her blush.
“Put your clothes on, Korra.” Asami scolds her, shivering as Korra’s fingers skate up her back, followed by the zipper of her dress. Korra’s mischievous look doesn’t change as she pulls her dress back over her head, smoothing down the front of it with aggressive swipes of her hands.
Asami can’t help but frown as Korra wipes away the lipstick that was smeared all over her. She knows she can’t go out like that, but Asami was feeling a bit tender; the world girlfriend buzzing around her mind like a mosquito.
She glares at Mako from beside Korra as she fixes her clothing and accessories. She must’ve been staring pretty hard because Korra’s arms slip around her waist and she hugs her from behind. “Don’t be too upset with him,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to Asami’s exposed shoulder. “We have all night.”
And then her warmth was gone as she walks away, leaving Asami to blink dumbly at her implications. The prospect of all night was something that made butterflies stir in Asami’s stomach and she has to compose herself to the best of her ability.
She follows Korra to Mako, who was still standing rigid, eyes covered. Korra snickers and pushes him with a finger. He barely stumbles and uncovers his eyes.
“Oh, good.” Mako says, cheeks flushed from the alcohol and his embarrassment. “So, Bolin threw up on the couch. Also, everyone is going home.”
Korra laughs uproarously, moving to steady herself on Asami’s shoulder. She glances at Asami and upon noticing her soured expression, the laughter stops and she goes stone-faced.
“Which couch did he puke on?” Asami grinds out through clenched teeth. Her eyebrow twitches before Mako even answers because she already knows which couch he threw up on.
“The.. um, the white one.” Mako smiles nervously. Korra’s hand rests on her back, a comforting presence. Asami sighs heavily, anger fading by the moment due to Korra’s magic touch and Bolin’s very expected idiocy.
“It’s okay, Asami,” Korra murmurs from beside her. Asami mourns the loss of her touch when Korra’s hand slips from her back. “I can try and clean it up. Waterbender style.”
Asami giggles, nearly forgetting about Mako, losing herself in Korra’s blue gaze. “Okay, Korra.” She says, gesturing to the door. “Clean it up waterbender style.”
Korra’s eyes open to a familiar room. Asami’s head rests on her chest, her arm holding her tight around her waist. Korra feels warm with Asami’s skin against her, her thick waves of hair mussed from their late-night, post-party activities. She’s not sure how she’s going to escape Asami’s grip-- not that she wants to, she just really has to pee.
As gently as she could, Korra sits up. Her back stings sharply and she grunts, eyes flicking down to a still-sleeping Asami. She lets Asami slip from her chest with extra care, wincing when Asami makes a sound and rolls over. She lets out a breath when Asami doesn’t stir again, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and scanning the dark room for her clothes.
She finds her tank top near the end of the bed, but her pants continue to elude her. Korra debates just making a run for it in her underwear, but she really didn’t want to be caught like that. Spotting a pair of Asami’s shorts, she settles for that.
Pausing by the mirror, Korra twists her body to look at her shoulder, eyes widening when the moonlight catches the raised, red lines across her skin. Asami didn’t seem to hold back and with the thought, Korra feels kind of proud. The rest of her was worse off-- she looked like she’d been eaten alive. Asami had left hickies mottling her throat and chest, and Korra was sure they were between her thighs as well.
Asami lay innoculously in her bed, fast asleep. Her pale skin glinted silver in the moonlight, making her look ethereal. Though, she didn’t need the moon to achieve divinity; to Korra, she’s always divine. Dragging her gaze away, Korra pads to the door and slips into the dark hallway.
While she washes her hands, she glances into the shadowed mirror. She thinks back to the pool, when Asami was on top of her, begging to be told about that random guy from the party. The way her face was hidden so Korra couldn’t see-- Korra’s heart skips a beat as she stomps down the thought. Asami was definitely looking for something casual. Why would she want to be the Avatar’s girlfriend? And all of the stress that comes with it? Korra nearly scoffs.
Though she remembers Asami’s reaction to when she confessed to lying about the nature of their relationship to that stranger-- the way her breath had hitched and she came with a whimper, Korra’s name sounding beautiful in her mouth as she cried out. Face warm, Korra splashes herself with cool water, taking a deep breath. She didn’t need to be all worked up right now.
She dazedly walks back to Asami’s room, pausing in the doorway. Asami’s turned back around, still asleep. Korra hesitates, wondering if she should just go sleep in her room. Surely Asami would appreciate Korra not invading her space any more, right? Selfishly, Korra steps into the room and shuts the door behind her; what was one night? Asami could have her bed all to herself tomorrow night.
Korra climbs back into Asami’s warm bed, tucking herself quite close to her sleeping friend. She was barefaced and still beautiful-- the makeup didn’t even matter. Asami’s arm stretches out and falls over Korra’s waist, lying limp across her body. Korra takes a deep inhale, pulling the blanket up over both of them and savoring the time she has with Asami.
Who knows when she’ll move on, anyway. Korra shuts her eyes and acts like the thought of Asami with anyone else doesn’t drive a stake through her heart.