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"Why do we have to return her jacket right now? Ugh, can't it wait?? I was kinda hoping we could spend the day together, just the two of us," Korra pouted from beside Asami, walking next to her with her arms crossed in front of her chest sullenly as the duo made their way down the hallway of Kuvira's hotel. It was late into the afternoon now, the two of them sleeping in after yesterday's exhausting events. They had been so tired when they'd gotten to their hotel room that they both collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep almost instantly, still dressed in their dirty, smoky clothes.
"I like the sound of that," Asami responded with a smile, gripping Korra's hand in her own and squeezing affectionately. "Let's just get this out of the way and we'll have the rest of the day all to ourselves. Besides, Kuvira said she and Junior are leaving tomorrow."
Korra huffed half-heartedly and stuck out her bottom lip in a pout, but Asami could see the excitement in her eyes. It thrilled her to know that Korra wanted alone time with her, too. A sudden wave of arousal struck her at the thought of all the things they could be doing all alone in their hotel room, finally free of interruptions and responsibilities... She wondered if the same thought had yet to cross Korra's mind. 'Is it overly ambitious that I picked out my sexiest lingerie for today? Spirits, I hope not,' Asami thought with a slight smirk, peeking over at Korra who seemed blissfully unaware of the heated thoughts brewing behind her green eyes.
Asami knocked on the door and it was opened immediately by Junior, who still looked rough around the edges, but much better than he'd looked yesterday. He wore the most casual clothing they'd ever seen him wear, a pair of baggy, black pants and a loose grey tank top. His hair was a shaggy mess on his head and his glasses were missing, which surprisingly made his face appear younger.
"Miss Sato, Avatar Korra, please come in," Junior welcomed as he ushered them into the room. Their hotel room was rather luxurious and spacious; as was common in the Earth Kingdom, everything was mostly various shades of green with gold linings and was made of the finest material. On one side of the room were a pair of couches around a small wooden table and to the other side was an enormous bed with Kuvira casually lounging on top of it. She, like her fiancé, was dressed comfortably in a pair of black, baggy pants and a tight green tank top. For once, her hair hung loosely around her face and shoulders, making her appear much softer, far less sharp and authoritative.
"Well isn't this a pleasant surprise," Kuvira called from the bed, casually reclining against the pillows and looking over at the newcomers with a smirk and a certain gleam in her eyes. "Are you ready to uphold your end of our little bet?"
"We just came to return your jacket before you lea-" Asami began, looking over at Kuvira with a perplexed expression until Kuvira's words fully registered. "Wait, what do you mean withhold my end of our bet?? I used my go-bag to get us out of trouble at least two or three times, which clearly means I won the bet. And since you promised me the rights to Ruthenium for helping rescue Junior, I believe I will be getting much more than an hour with your team and the metal anyway. The bet is null and void."
Kuvira's smirk grew as she replied, "You claim you used your little purse, but I didn't see it; how do I know if what you're telling me is the truth? As far as I'm concerned, I won the bet, which means you owe one full strip tease, right here, right now."
Asami balked at her at the same time as Korra sputtered angrily, "B-b-but that's not fair! That's- that's cheating!"
Kuvira sported a cocky grin as she shot back, "It's not cheating, it's just business; every contract has a loophole. Isn't that right, Sato?"
Immediately, Korra fisted her hands at her side and started to stomp angrily toward Kuvira, righteous fury painted on her face, but Asami reached out and held her back. When Korra looked back at her questioningly, Asami winked at her playfully, as if letting her in on a secret. She hoped Korra understood that she'd planned for this possibility and hoped Korra would simply follow her lead. Unfortunately, from the lack of comprehension on Korra's face, the message was not received. This would make the next few minutes much more… difficult than she had hoped it'd be.
"She's right, sweetheart, it's just business, and a deal's a deal," Asami declared, rubbing Korra's forearm soothingly. Korra looked shocked by the words and Kuvira's wolfish grin grew; the metalbenders' eyes snapped in Junior's direction, and she quirked an eyebrow at the man, who chuckled and offered a small nod of acknowledgement. Whatever that silent communication meant, Asami didn't know, but she did know that Kuvira was quietly radiating an air of victory.
"I think I might need a drink before I make good on that bet," Asami announced, her nerves growing by the second. "Will you order a bottle from room service? My treat?"
Immediately, Kuvira made for the hotel phone to put in the order and Asami did everything she could to ignore the growing apprehension on Korra's expressive face.
"Junior? Will you please get us some ice?" Asami asked politely, using her sweetest tone of voice. Again, she fought to ignore Korra's intense, calculating gaze as she handed the ice bucket to Junior with a smile.
"Uh, of course, it'd be my pleasure," Junior replied and eagerly jumped to his feet to take the ice bucket. As he left the hotel room, Kuvira hung up the phone and turned around excitedly. She strutted over to the couch and plopped herself down, kicking her legs up on the table in front of her. With a cocky grin, she gestured toward Asami as if to say "well?"
Asami tried to exude confidence as she led Korra to the couch next to the one Kuvira sat on and gently pressed down on the Avatar's shoulders until she was seated as well. She stepped back several feet, squared her shoulders and made eye contact with Korra as she started to remove her jacket. Even though it was just her jacket, Korra's eyes still widened and watched intently. Asami tossed her jacket to the couch next to Korra at the same second there was a knock on the hotel door.
"That must be the wine," Kuvira announced, hopping to her feet and strolling to the door. She took the bottle of wine from the hotel employee and turned around, offering it up to Asami to examine. Asami read the label on the bottle and was impressed; it was a rare vintage, not commonly found outside of the Fire Nation.
"A bottle like this deserves a good tip," Asami declared, reaching into her pocket and pulling out an abundance of yuans, which she pressed into Kuvira's surprised hands. "Will you be a dear and go give this to the man who dropped off the wine? I doubt he's gotten very far."
Kuvira quirked an eyebrow and a flicker of annoyance flashed across her face, yet she relented to Asami's request and walked out the door. As soon as she did, Asami closed the door behind her and latched the chain into place. Immediately, Kuvira started knocking on the door and Asami stood silently on the other side for long moments before cracking the door open, the chain still in place.
"What the hell, Sato?" Kuvira grumbled, glaring through the crack.
"The bet we made said I'd give a strip tease, completely naked, in your hotel room," Asami began, nonchalant and feigning indifference as she continued. "It never said anything about you being here for it. Now, I'm going to borrow your hotel room while I uphold my end of our little bet that you and I both know I really won. You have a handful of yuans there, more than enough to take Junior out for a few hours of fun. Come back at sunset and your room will be all yours again. What was it you said? Oh, that's right; every contract has a loophole."
With that said, Asami shut the door on Kuvira's shocked face, a pleased smirk growing on her lips. Now that had been incredibly satisfying. She walked back to Korra, who's expression was no longer worried and wounded. Rather, she appeared torn between relief, shock and no small amount of nervous excitement. Asami felt that nervous excitement reflected within herself as she approached her girlfriend.
"Does that mean what I think it means?" Korra whispered, her blue eyes staring up at Asami with bright hope, anticipation- and hunger. It was exactly what Asami needed to stoke the fires of her confidence. She slowed her steps purposely, allowing her hips to swing wide with each step. The heels of her boots clicked against the floor in a perfectly timed pattern as she placed one foot in front of the other. She locked eyes with Korra as she approached, knowing her own hunger burned behind her eyes. With an exaggerated gesture, Asami reached past Korra to grab two wine glasses, bringing their faces inches apart.
"If you think it means that I'm going to strip for you, then yes," Asami whispered into Korra's ear seductively, thrilled by the shiver that she could feel course through Korra's body beneath her. She allowed her lips to press against the rim of Korra's ear in a soft kiss before she pulled back with the wine glasses held in one hand and the bottle of wine in her other hand. With her movements slow and deliberate, Asami poured the expensive wine into the glasses, biting her bottom lip the entire time and watching Korra's expressive face closely. When both glasses were poured, Asami held one of the glasses to her mouth and carefully took a small sip, allowing a small, low moan to escape her throat at the explosion of flavor on her tongue. It really was an excellent bottle of vintage wine.
With a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, Asami extended the glass of wine. She purposely turned the rim of the glass that bore a red imprint of her lipstick toward Korra, making sure that it was visible. She doubted that Korra was ready to admit it quite yet, but Asami had noticed the Avatar's particular fascination with Asami's lipstick-painted lips; Korra's eyes would linger with a certain level of intensity every time Asami reapplied the deep red makeup. The past few months, Asami had gone out of her way to subtly reapply her lipstick within Korra's line of sight at every opportunity she got. It was far too fun to no longer need be so subtle.
"Th-th-thanks," Korra stuttered as she accepted the glass of wine with slightly shaky hands. Asami sipped from her own glass, watching with amusement as Korra practically gulped down half the glass in her nervousness then fell into a sputtering, coughing mess that she unsuccessfully tried to hide. Seeing how nervous Korra was at just the thought of Asami stripping was weirdly soothing and oddly empowering. Korra was more nervous to see Asami naked than Asami was nervous to be seen naked, which somehow made her feel completely in control. She felt a rush of confidence, power- and arousal.
While Korra collected herself, Asami strode over to the nearby phonograph and set the needle to the record. A soft, jazzy song filled the room and Asami was pleased to find the tune a familiar one she enjoyed playing back home. Already, her body responded to the song, her hips swaying languidly to the beat and her tense muscles relaxing with the rhythmic motions.
Carefully, Asami set down her glass of wine and stood to her full height, squaring her shoulders as she slowly approached a wide-eyed Korra. With her body still swaying to the beat of the music, Asami grabbed the bottom of her maroon shirt and slowly lifted it up and over her head. When the fabric was free of her body, she bit her bottom lip and playfully tossed the shirt at Korra's pink-tinged face. The maroon material slid down Korra's front and fell to her lap without Korra ever batting an eye at it. Her eyes were too busy raking in every inch of the newly exposed skin of Asami's torso, hesitantly lingering on Asami's cleavage partially covered by a carefully chosen lacy bra. This particular bra was Asami's favorite; it was mostly black with red highlights and it cupped and lifted her breasts in a way that made her cleavage look especially full and inviting. Korra's bashful yet appreciative attention made Asami's heart race excitedly.
The song came to an end and silence filled the room for long moments until a new song came on. The next song was slightly more up tempo with a little more brass and Asami's movements sped up to match, still smooth and sensual. She turned away from Korra with her hands held behind her back, gripping the zipper of her skirt between her fingers and tugging it down slowly. When Asami felt the skirt loosen around her hips, she hooked her index fingers in the skirt and pulled it down her long legs, bending at the waist. A smirk formed on her face the moment she heard Korra gasp; she knew Korra was not expecting her to be wearing a lacy thong that showed off her shapely backside.
"Spirits," Korra gasped, followed by what sounded like a choked, needy whimper and Asami's satisfied smirk grew even bigger. While still bent over, Asami swayed her hips enticingly as she took her time undoing the buckles of her boots. She made a big show of carefully stepping out of her boots and skirt, shifting her weight from one leg to the other in a way she knew flexed her toned leg muscles. She left her thigh-high tights on but took several long moments to exaggeratedly trail her fingers around every inch of the tights, searching for rips or tears that she knew weren't there; she took great delight in the way Korra's fingers twitched in restraint as she watched Asami fuss over her tights. Finally, Asami stood back up and offered a playful wink over her shoulder at Korra.
Korra was sitting on the couch rigidly with her hands gripping each other tightly in her lap, tight enough that her knuckles were white. Her wide, azure eyes were glued to Asami and stared with open admiration, and her beautiful face was flushed red. Her chest was heaving with breath that was very close to a pant and she seemed to be squirming in her seat with nervous energy. Seeing the state Korra was in caused a shiver to run up Asami's spine; for so long she'd quietly pined for Korra's affection, had silently ached to have Korra look at her with such smitten desire. Having that level of wanton attention directed toward her by the woman who already owned her heart was beyond encouraging and oh so validating.
"Korra, sweetie," Asami hummed melodically, voice as smooth, sweet and slow as honey. "Can you help me with this?"
Asami tugged on the back of her bra near where the fabric hooked together and waited… and continued to wait some more with her breath held in anticipation as Korra just sat there blinking long, slow blinks in Asami's direction. A brief spike of uncertainty sparked in Asami as she wondered if Korra was getting cold feet, but that feeling quickly disappeared when Korra suddenly bounced up from her seat and rushed to close the distance between them. Asami shivered when she felt Korra's pleasantly warm hands gripping her bare waist and goosebumps raised on the exposed skin of her torso in response. Then, Korra surprised her by using that grip on her waist to gently spin her around so that they were face to face. With blue eyes shining in awe and pupils still dilated with lust, Korra stared up into Asami's eyes with an unwavering gaze of adoration.
"You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in this world and the entire Spirit World, I mean it 'Sami," Korra expressed softly and seriously with a voice barely above a whisper, using one hand to reach up and cup Asami's face as tenderly as possible. Asami melted into that touch, feeling her heart clench hard as she was filled with an overwhelming level of affection for Korra. She felt the sting of tears in the corner of her eyes and fought to control her emotions. She swallowed the lump in her throat, grateful for the soothing strokes of Korra's thumbs across the bare skin of her hips. 'Get ahold of yourself, Asami! You can't turn to goo every time she says or does something charming- you'll never finish this dance…' Asami thought as her heart did somersaults in her chest.
Touched by the open sincerity behind Korra's words and her expressive face that portrayed such utter devotion, Asami was unable to form words. There didn't seem to be any combination of words that could adequately express what Korra's sweet statement meant to her, what Korra meant to her. Instead, she bowed her head and captured Korra's full lips in a deep, hard kiss. She poured every ounce of her ever-growing feelings into the kiss, her bottom lip trembling slightly with the onslaught of emotions. Korra was pressing her lips just as hard against Asami's, her strong hands gripping at Asami's hips and pulling their bodies flush against each other. Asami sighed happily into the kiss, pressing her chest against Korra's as firmly as possible, desperate to be as close as physically possible.
An immeasurable amount of time surpassed as they remained locked in their blissful, passionate kiss. When the need for oxygen became too great, they reluctantly parted, panting and gasping for breath with their lips still mere inches apart. Slow-spreading smiles consumed both their faces after long moments of regaining breath. They happily stared into each other's eyes, silently communicating what could not be put into words. It was enough for the both of them- more than enough; they had a whole life ahead of them to find that perfect combination of words.
"You don't have to go any further, you know," Korra said softly, her warm breath and soft lips brushing against Asami's own as she spoke. "Everyone knows you won that stupid bet anyway."
"You're sweet," Asami responded, smiling as she placed a quick, gentle kiss on Korra's nose before stepping back slightly, biting her bottom lip seductively and eyeing Korra with intent. "But I don't half-ass anything, sweetheart. Besides, the way you're looking at me right now really makes me want to show myself off for you."
With that said, Asami gently grabbed both of Korra's hands still resting on her hips and guided them to her back where the hooks to her bra slightly pressed into her spine. Against the skin of her back, Asami felt Korra's hands trembling as she clumsily fiddled with the fabric. It took several long moments and multiple attempts, but soon Asami felt the hooks come apart and the constrictive piece of clothing loosen around her chest. She caught the straps of the bra around her elbows, the cups of the bra still obscuring her breasts from view as she carefully guided Korra back to the couch with gentle hands to her broad shoulders.
When Korra was sitting back down, Asami pressed her lips against Korra's in a soft, slow kiss, using one hand to cup the side of Korra's beautiful face and affectionately run her thumb along her cheekbone. A new song came on the phonograph and Asami found the rhythm easily, swaying her hips to the beat as she reluctantly pulled her hungry lips away from Korra's equally eager, kiss-swollen lips. With Korra's azure eyes locked onto her, Asami stood up and straightened her arms at her side. Gravity tugged the loose bra downward, the lacy fabric tickling the skin of her arms and stomach as it fell from her body to the floor.
A slight breeze from the open window nearby swept across Asami's naked torso, causing her pink nipples to harden and goosebumps to raise on her sensitive skin. She fought the sudden flash of insecurity that urged her to cover her exposed breasts; instead, she reached up with both hands and slowly gathered all her loose hair over one shoulder, watching Korra for her reaction. She would never admit it out loud, but she had been practicing in the mirror for this exact moment. She knew from watching herself that the motion made her breasts bounce slightly and exposed her slender neck in an inviting way. From the way Korra's face flushed and eyes widened, Asami knew Korra had appreciated the display.
Still moving rhythmically to the slow, jazzy music, Asami languidly reached over to the bottle of wine and grabbed Korra's empty glass. She held the bottle and wine glass in front of her as she deliberately poured the liquid slowly and carefully, purposely pushing her naked breasts together as she did so. She saw Korra's eyes dart again toward her chest and then linger there as Asami poured the wine almost painfully slow.
The way Korra was staring made Asami unable to bite back her pleased hum of delight. Spirits, she'd been craving this sort of attention from Korra for far too long. She had to use every inch of her willpower to keep from throwing herself at Korra in that moment; she only needed to hold out just a little longer. With Korra's attention still transfixed on her front, Asami held the wine to her lips and took a long sip, intentionally allowing a droplet to fall down her chin and drip between her breasts. With Korra's eyes locked onto the droplet of dark wine traveling down the pale skin of her chest, Asami used her index finger to catch the droplet. She brought her index finger to her lips and popped the tip of her finger into her mouth. Korra gulped at the gesture.
"Spirits, 'Sami," Korra breathed, her voice strained and so breathless that it came out as barely above a whisper. "You're just so… Spirits!"
That was exactly the reaction she had hoped to earn from Korra: breathless, speechless and helpless to look away. She wanted this strip tease cemented in Korra's memory forever; it was Asami’s gift to the woman who had starred in oh so many steamy fantasies of her own. She so badly wanted to return the favor and, quite frankly, she hoped to preoccupy Korra's every thought for the near foreseeable future. Now that she finally had Korra all to herself, Asami was going to make the most of Korra's undivided attention.
With Korra's eyes roaming every inch of exposed skin, Asami switched the movements of her body to match the sultry tone of the new song softly echoing through the ornate room. She rolled her body from chest to hips in a flowing wave, the motion smooth and hypnotic. This particular dance was one her mother had shown her privately a long, long time ago, albeit her mother had performed a much tamer version for her child. Yasuko had called it: "The Heart of the Flickering Flame", a sensual dance that was once known by all Fire Nation women in years past. Asami could still see the gleam in her mother's eyes when she told her daughter that she too would one day find someone special to share this dance with... it made Asami smile warmly to have finally found her someone special.
From her position on the couch, Korra watched Asami's every movement with rapt attention, her crimson face stuck in an expression of pure wonder and amazement. The water-tribe woman seemed clueless to the way she was fidgeting in her seat or the way her head ever so barely swayed back and forth; Asami couldn't be sure if Korra was nodding along to the beat of the song or if Korra's head was following the slow rolling of her hips.
"Beautiful," Korra whispered so softly it was almost as if the word escaped her mouth with the exhale of her breath. Korra reached up a shaky hand as if to touch Asami and it was only then that Asami realized she'd unconsciously danced her way closer to Korra. Over the course of the song, she had bridged the couple of feet between them and was now rolling her body with only a mere few inches between them. In her haze, she couldn't remember if Korra had spread her legs to make room for Asami to dance between or if Asami had pushed her way between them.
Sensing Korra's hesitation, Asami tried to squash the sudden onslaught of butterflies in her stomach as she gently reached for Korra's shaky hand and slowly guided it to her lips for a brief kiss before placing it on her chest above her heart.
"I will only ever perform that dance for you, Korra, because my heart is yours," Asami declared passionately. "This is my gift to you, darling."
Korra leaned forward and pressed her lips against Asami's stomach, just above her navel. With her free hand, she carefully cupped Asami's lower back and pulled their bodies together. Korra then covered Asami's bare stomach in soft kisses that both tickled and made her skin tingle pleasantly.
"I- I- I'm honored, 'Sami," Korra quietly stuttered against Asami's stomach with her warm breath tickling Asami's bare skin, briefly pausing her kisses to look up at Asami with her big blue eyes shining with adoration and bashful delight. "I, uh, really liked it. A LOT."
Asami quietly giggled at Korra's less than eloquent response because it was just so innocently Korra being Korra, who never failed to melt her heart. The sincerity behind the words and the awe in Korra's eyes were more than enough for Asami to feel that her dance had been very much appreciated.
"I'm glad, baby," Asami cooed, carding her fingers through Korra's hair affectionately as she mustered her courage for what she wanted to say next. "You know, you... you can touch me, if you like."
Korra's mouth hung open at that and her wide eyes flew up to look Asami in the face as if to measure her level of seriousness. Asami just smiled encouragingly, finding herself charmed by the way Korra seemed to look to her for direction. In every other walk of life, the Avatar was often overly confident, assertive and domineering, but in this intimate setting, she seemed to eagerly take a backseat and offer control to Asami, practically thrusting it on her. It was clear that Korra didn't want to call the shots here, and Asami was more than willing to lead.
With a racing heart, Asami placed one of her hands over the hand Korra still had resting near her heart. Slowly, she dragged that warm hand down the front of her chest until it cupped her left breast, guiding Korra into a massaging motion. A soft, low groan fell from her lips at the pleasant sensation. It seemed like Korra rightly took the noise as encouragement; Asami could've cheered when she felt the hand on her lower back pull her down into Korra's lap, Korra's other hand never stopping the massaging of her breast. With their faces much closer together now, Asami didn't waste any time in crashing her lips against Korra's, eagerly slipping her tongue into Korra's hot mouth. As soon as Asami's tongue met hers, Korra gasped then moaned softly as she slowly slid her own tongue around Asami's.
Soon, lust had their tongues locked in battle rather than an elegant dance of desire, neither one of them holding back the tidal wave of their utter, pure need for each other. Asami moaned freely, unrestrained and uncaring if she sounded desperate; because, in all honesty, she was desperate. She'd been desperately yearning for Korra, every second of every day since the moment they met. It took time for Asami to recognize her immediate, intense desire to befriend Korra for what it really was: the beginning stages of infatuation. And once she identified what that feeling was, Asami could finally admit to herself that she was so completely besotted with Korra, smitten in a way she'd never experienced before. Now, with Korra's full permission and more than willing participation, Asami was able to release those pent-up feelings in a purely physical, carnal expression of her prolonged, desperate desire for Korra.
"'Sami," Korra moaned the pet-name against her lips and Asami felt an almost painful stab of arousal. Korra's voice was so breathless and needy, pleading for her; it completely removed all other thoughts unrelated to fulfilling Korra's every little whim and desire from Asami's mind. She would do anything, give anything, to hear her own name fall so erotically from Korra's lips, over and over again. She broke away from Korra's lips and moved her own lips to Korra's ear, then she licked and nipped at the earlobe teasingly.
"Baby, I need you to tell me what you want," Asami pleaded softly in a voice thick, husky and an octave deeper than she normally used, feeling Korra shiver beneath her at the brush of warm breath tickling her ear. "Spirits, Korra, I- I want you so bad, and if you're not ready for that step yet, it's completely ok, I'll happily wait, but I need you to tell me how far you want to go because if we keep going, I- I don't know if I can hold back any longer."
Korra looked up at Asami with a dazed expression and dreamy blue eyes, her mouth smeared with Asami's red lipstick, and her lips swollen with hard, passionate kisses. The hand on Asami's breast paused its movements as Korra's other hand left Asami's back to tenderly tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. A warm, lopsided smile grew on Korra's face and a new tinge of pink spread across her cheeks prettily. 'Spirits, she's so beautiful, it's unreal...' Asami swooned within her thoughts.
"I, I w-want you, Asami," Korra confessed with bright, honest eyes and a nervous chuckle as she continued. "I'm just, uh, pretty nervous and Spirits, you're just so wow- and I kinda feel awkward being in someone else's room, ya know? I guess it's just not really how I pictured it…"
"Oh? But you have pictured it, hmm? Tell me how you pictured it, baby," Asami purred with a flirtatious smirk and quirked eyebrow, which got Korra stuttering nonsensically until Asami huffed a soft laugh and continued, "It's ok to be nervous, Korra- I am, too. We can go at whatever pace you like, and we can definitely get out of here. So… would you maybe want to head back to our hotel room?"
Korra nodded her head emphatically and was adorably quick to respond, "I can get us there in two minutes flat if you let me take us on the airglider."
"True," Asami said, tapping her chin and appearing playfully lost in thought. "But if we let my driver take us back, we can make out in the backseat the entire ride."
"Deal," Korra replied with a toothy grin, throwing her arms around Asami and nuzzling her face into the side of Asami's neck. Asami returned her embrace as she took several long moments to breath deep and attempt to calm her raging hormones enough to coordinate their ride. Her heart was thumping loudly in her chest and the ache between her legs was hard to ignore, not to mention the way her panties were sticking to her. Briefly, she wondered if she should be embarrassed by the wet print that she just knew she was bound to have left on the upper thigh of Korra's pants, but she was simply far too gone to care.
Reluctantly, Asami climbed off of Korra and set about gathering the clothes she had strewn about the room. Korra immediately jumped to her feet and helped, the adorable woman trying (and failing) to hide the fact that she was sneaking glances at Asami as she helped her into her outfit. Asami was equal parts charmed and agonizingly teased by the way Korra would kiss every inch of her bare skin before covering it with clothing. It was almost impossible to remain standing on her shaky legs when Korra kissed up and down her upper thighs just above her tights before pulling her skirt up over her hips.
When Asami was completely redressed, she surprised Korra by grabbing her by the collar of her shirt and pulling her into a fierce, steamy kiss. Before Korra could recover from her surprise and settle into the kiss, Asami pulled back and patted Korra's cheek affectionately with a slight smirk. She left Korra standing there in shock as she strutted away confidently, adding an extra sway to her steps as she looked over her shoulder and winked seductively.
"Just so you know, my sexy Avatar, once I've had my way with you, you're not going to care where we are; I'll have you begging for it anywhere, everywhere and all of the time," Asami husked, then blew Korra a final kiss as she disappeared around the corner. She tried to bite back the enormous smile pulling at her lips as she replayed Korra's earlier words in her mind: '"I want you, Asami." Spirits! How many times have I fantasized her saying those words?? I can't believe this is really happening!' Asami squealed within her thoughts, fighting to keep her excitement at a manageable level as she got lost in fantasizing all the many things that she hoped she'd get to do with Korra very, very soon. 'I can't keep it in anymore, I need to tell her- I don't care if it's too early in the relationship to say it: I'm so in love with her, it's almost silly…'