Korrasami Tsunami! pt 2
THERE'S MORE.
Title: Korrasami Week ~ Pleasure
Rating: Totally NSFW
Summary: Asami teaches Korra how to drive...and then Korra thanks her for it.
Author's Note: I think we are all guilty of liking Korrasami in the back of a Satomobile.
"Okay, Korra. Are you ready?"
Korra shifted in her soft leather seat, finally managing to wiggle the seatbelt into place. "Um, I think so."
"Great. Go ahead and start the car."
The Avatar's hands hesitated on the wheel. "What if I hit another lamppost?"
Asami laughed. "You won't hit a lamppost, I promise."
"Okay, what if I hit a person?"
"No one else is out here. This area is all privately owned by Future Industries. We shouldn't run into anyone."
Korra nodded, glancing around. They were surrounded by warehouses, and a little more distantly she could see the bay, where softly lit boats moved idly across the smooth surface of the water. It was calm and quiet, and probably the perfect time to give the Avatar driving lessons. Deciding to relax, Korra grinned and turned the key in the ignition, overturning just a little in her excitement. The car gave a rumble of protest, but roared to life, blowing exhaust.
"Let's do this," she said eagerly, starting to put her foot on the pedal.
"Not so fast!" Asami's gloved hand closed over her wrist. "There are several things I have to explain first."
She started talking, but Korra only really understood every third word that came out of her mouth. It wasn't just that the terminology ("gear shift", "accelerator", "headlights") that made her mind go blank. Korra just wasn't good at sitting still and listening. She preferred a hands-on learning experience. As Asami went on, and on, she found herself jiggling her leg and tapping her fingers against the steering wheel, antsy.
Asami noticed. "Am I boring you?" she asked pointedly, with a raised eyebrow.
"No! Well, yes." Korra grinned sheepishly at the other girl's frown. "But it's not your fault. I just prefer to learn by doing."
"Yes, well, the last time you learned by doing, you ran into a lamppost."
"Point taken."
The heiress laughed, and suddenly leaned over to brush a cool kiss against Korra's cheek. "Just try to focus. I promise we'll get to the fun part."
"The fun part?"
Asami only nodded and winked.
-
After speeding through the empty streets, wind making their hair stream behind them like ribbons, Asami's worried shrieks mingling with Korra's laughter, they drove the car into the sand down at the bay. The wheels couldn't handle the change in terrain very well, so Korra skidded to a stop not far down the beach. As dust whirled up around them, she leaned in to give her girlfriend a kiss for being such a good teacher. One kiss became two, and three, and then both girls were struggling to move into the backseat, their limbs tangling together awkwardly in the small space. Asami giggled as her shoulder collided with Korra's jaw.
"You okay?" she whispered, trailing her fingers against the other girl's cheek.
"Fine," Korra whispered back, latching her mouth onto Asami's neck and sucking lightly at the soft skin there. "So is this the fun part?"
A soft giggle made her lips vibrate. "Well, this is the second half of the fun part."
"What was the first half?"
"Watching you speed around like a maniac."
Korra chuckled, which made Asami's breath catch as it tickled her ear. "I thought I freaked you out."
"Yeah, but I liked the thrill."
The Avatar's lips trailed further down her neck, fingers working slowly on the buttons of her jacket. "Well, it was a pleasure having you as my teacher," she murmured, starting to slip the garment from her girlfriend's shoulders.
"Yeah?" Asami's hands slipped under Korra's tunic, eager to feel warm, bare skin under her fingers.
"Mhmm. And I think now I have to thank you properly." A kiss was dropped on her shoulder as it was revealed, but it was Korra's words that made her shiver.
"I suppose you do," Asami breathed, and then neither one of them talked for awhile.
Korra made quick work of her clothing, stripping her down to the black, lacy lingerie she wore beneath. She allowed Asami to strip her similarly, getting her down to the breast bindings she wore. Her kisses trailed lower, pausing to pull the fabric of her bra aside and suck at her nipple. Asami moaned, arching into her touch, combing her fingers through Korra's loosened hair. She couldn't help smiling when Korra noticed the clasp in the front, and quickly pulled it apart. Most of the ones she owned hooked in the back, but this one was her favorite. With her breasts now free, the Avatar cupped them gently in both hands, the warmth in her fingers making Asami sigh with pleasure. She could swear sometimes that Korra used her firebending to make her hands warm when they were intimate, which Asami couldn't begrudge her for. Her own fingers could be rather cold and she knew that couldn't be very pleasant.
"Mm, you have better tits than me," Korra said suddenly, moving her thumbs over her nipples.
Asami sputtered out a laugh. "What? I do not."
"Yeah, you do." Korra illustrated her opinion by leaning down and planting several kisses on each breast.
Smirking, Asami reached up and tugged her bindings free, watching them unravel to pool at her waist. Korra's nipples were much darker than hers, and just a little larger. Perky, even without the support. "Yours are perfect," she murmured, leaning up to lave her tongue against them. Korra groaned, but gently pushed her back.
"This is for you," she reminded her, grinning. Asami merely tilted her head to press a brief kiss against Korra's mouth before lying back down over the leather seat in compliance.
Korra was dipping down to her navel now, trailing soft kisses from her hip down to the top of her left thigh. Asami shuddered, spreading her legs in invitation, but her girlfriend didn't take it. Instead she kept her mouth right where it was, pressed against the inside of her thigh. The heiress waited through a few moments of this before groaning in frustration.
"Korra."
Blue eyes peered up at her through dark hair. "Yes?"
"Stop teasing."
"You know you like the buildup." But Korra moved away, centering herself between Asami's legs. In the cramped confines of the car, she was forced to press back against the door, but she could still lean down relatively comfortably. She gave Asami one last kiss on the mouth before angling her hips, resting her hands on either side of her legs and dipping down to press her tongue against the little bud between her legs.
The heat made Asami roll her hips up instantly, letting out a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a moan. The water tribe girl did not waste any time; keeping her hands firmly around Asami’s thighs, she continued to move her tongue in the most torturous ways, occasionally pausing to suck on the bud instead. The thing that the heiress both loved and hated was that Korra knew exactly the way she liked to be touched, and she was too good at it. Asami never lasted long under her ministrations. She rolled her hips against her mouth, letting one hand wander down to tangle in the dark hair. Korra didn’t mind in the slightest when her fingers snarled, pulling on it. She hummed appreciatively, moving one hand to slip a finger inside her. Asami bit her lip hard to keep from coming undone right then and there.
“Korra,” she moaned breathlessly.
The Avatar broke away for a moment, her eyes dark with lust. “I like hearing you say my name like that,” she said softly, her finger still moving inside her.
“Yeah, tell me later. Please…”
She laughed. “Okay, sorry.” Her mouth went right back to work, but she didn’t have to go much longer. After a few more strokes of her tongue, Asami turned liquid in her hands, unraveling completely. The climax broke over her so quickly and so strongly that her entire body hummed with it. She was scarcely aware of Korra crawling back up her body and gathering her up in her arms.
“That was definitely a proper thank-you,” she said after a moment, still dazed.
Korra chuckled and moved up a bit so she could give her a kiss. “If you liked that, wait until our next driving lesson.”
Title: Getaway
Rating: PG
Summary: Asami takes Korra on vacation to Ember Island.
Author's Notes: Partially inspired by a comic by ~millionfish, in which Korra leaps off the top of a cliff with Asami on her back into the water.
The smell of salt on warm air and the shift of sand underneath her feet was unfamiliar, but the sight of water - no, ocean - was all too welcome. Korra couldn’t help the smile that lit up her face as she looked out over the balcony of the little house, drinking in the endless stretch of glittering blue waves. It was almost like looking out from the top of the watchtower at the South Pole...minus all the snow and ice, of course.
“You know, that’s the first time I’ve really seen you smile in a long time.”
Korra glanced over at Asami, who had joined her on the balcony. She had been busy unpacking her many suitcases, which had taken up a good portion of the afternoon, while Korra (who traveled very light) had gotten herself acquainted with the Satos’ vacation home on Ember Island. “Well, you haven’t gotten to see me as much lately.”
“That’s true,” Asami conceded with a small grin. “But I get updates, you know.”
“Bolin?” Korra guessed.
“You know it. He’s been worried about you, though.”
The Avatar shrugged slightly. “He shouldn’t. I’m fine. Just…focusing on work right now, you know?”
Asami nodded, knowing better than to bring up the reason for Korra’s depression. Her breakup with Mako hadn’t been a messy one, really, but it had been understandably hard. Korra had reacted by burying herself in her Avatar duties, which had done nothing but run her down. After finding herself with some time off, Asami had suggested the vacation. It had taken a little persuasion, but finally Korra had agreed, and now they were faced with two weeks completely to themselves.
Still watching the water, Korra’s lips quirked up slightly. “So, that’s a pretty excellent cliff you have out there.”
Asami laughed. Her family’s house was situated on one of the highest parts of the island, some fifty or sixty feet from the sea level. “Yeah, I guess it is! My dad kind of had a thing for higher ground. He grew up in the mountains.” She bit her lip. Talking about her father had become a lot easier over time, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t still surprised when he tumbled into her conversations before she could even think about it.
Korra raised an eyebrow at her. “Looks like it would be fun to jump off of.”
“What? Oh, no.” Asami waved her hands, warding off the suggestion she could hear in her friend’s voice. “It’s too high up. And I think there are rocks at the bottom.”
“So?” The water tribe girl smirked. “I’m a master waterbender, remember? It’s not like it would be dangerous.”
“Maybe not for you,” Asami pointed out.
“We’ll jump together, then. Come on, it’ll be fun!”
Something about the infectious enthusiasm in Korra’s voice had Asami in her swimsuit a few minutes later, standing with her toes anxiously curling against the rocks as she looked out over the water. The wind tossed her dark hair over her bare shoulders, drawing a shiver up her spine. It really was much higher than she remembered. She took a few steps back and bumped into Korra, who laughed a bit and steadied her with a light touch.
“Don’t worry, I won’t let you get hurt,” she promised. The wind was pulling at her hair, too, which was loose and brushing her shoulders. It struck Asami, for some reason, that she had never seen Korra with her hair down and completely devoid of the two ties that normally separated it in the front. She was all wild dark hair and skin, dressed proudly in a dark blue suit that Asami had let her borrow, even though it was just a little big for her.
“I don’t know if it’s a good idea for us to both jump at the same time,” Asami started, but Korra grabbed her hand and tugged her to the edge of the cliff before she could finish. The heiress felt her stomach flip unpleasantly as she stared down at the frothing waves below. They looked really far away. “Korra-“
“You trust me, don’t you?” the Avatar asked.
“Of course,” Asami replied without thinking.
“Then you’ll be fine. Here, get on my back. It’ll probably be easier that way.”
“What? Get on your-“
“Back, yeah.” Korra smiled and knelt a little, holding her hands behind her. “Come on, princess. I promise you’re not too heavy for me.”
Her lips twisting in amusement at the nickname, Asami cautiously stepped up behind her friend, wrapping her arms loosely around her neck. Korra quickly secured her arms under Asami’s knees, drawing herself back into an upright position with very little effort. The wind blew Korra’s hair back into her face, bringing a light, pleasant scent that tickled her nose. She reflexively tightened her arms around the Avatar’s neck as she stepped up to the very edge of the cliff.
“Korra,” Asami said, her breath brushing against Korra’s ear. The waterbender ignored the way it made goosebumps rise on her arms and adjusted her grip under Asami’s knees.
“Just count to three and hold your breath! One, two…”
But Korra jumped on three, and suddenly there was nothing but the sound of air whistling in her ears, the tickle of Korra’s hair on her face, the Avatar’s gleeful laughter, and Asami’s own nervous screaming. Just before they hit the sharp rocks, Korra bent a large wave up that swallowed them whole. Though she continued to cling for dear life, Asami somehow lost her grip on her friend in the dark water, and opened her eyes to see Korra moving gracefully towards the surface. Before she could reach it, however, the water tribe girl suddenly looked back at Asami and smiled, producing a slew of bubbles. Then she reached out a hand, which Asami swam up and took. Together, their heads broke the surface.
“Woohoo!” said Korra, flipping her hair back. “That was fun, wasn’t it? I haven’t done anything like that since I was a kid in the South Pole.”
Asami’s eyes widened. “But the water had to be freezing there. You actually swam in it?”
“Well, only in the summer. It was still pretty cold, though.” She shrugged. “Anyway, you did have fun, right?”
Her companion couldn’t help grinning. “It was fun, but I don’t think I could do that by myself. I thought for sure we were going to hit those rocks!”
“Hey, that’s what you have me for!” Korra said, floating on her back. “That way, you don’t have to jump alone.”
Asami nodded, and then swam over to take her hand again. “Want to go for round two? I was probably screaming a little too loudly to enjoy it as much as I could have.”
“Sure!” Korra replied with a laugh. “Last one to the beach is a hog-monkey!”
She had never dreamed that she would be this carefree and easy around Asami Sato. The girl had once been the source of all her heartache. But now, she was just as easy to talk to as Bolin, if not easier because she was a girl. There was something about having a real female friend that Korra really liked, despite how bad she thought she was at being feminine. Asami was softness and laughter and gentle hands, and she brought out a playful nature in Korra that Tenzin had once compared to his father. But it was something else, too…something in the way Asami smiled at her that made her feel warm and safe.
As they crested the top of the cliff, and the heiress once more secured her arms around Korra’s neck, her lips brushed against the Avatar’s dark cheek, and it felt like a kiss. But Korra didn’t allow herself to dwell on the blush it had produced and the way it had sent bright warmth through her blood until much later, as she stared at the ceiling of her room in the Satos’ vacation home.
It wasn’t a real kiss, but I think I wanted it to be.
On the opposite side of the house, Asami lay on her side, watching shadows chase themselves across the walls of her room.
I want to kiss her again.
Title: Korrasami Week ~ Pleasure
Rating: Totally NSFW
Summary: Asami teaches Korra how to drive...and then Korra thanks her for it.
Author's Note: I think we are all guilty of liking Korrasami in the back of a Satomobile.
"Okay, Korra. Are you ready?"
Korra shifted in her soft leather seat, finally managing to wiggle the seatbelt into place. "Um, I think so."
"Great. Go ahead and start the car."
The Avatar's hands hesitated on the wheel. "What if I hit another lamppost?"
Asami laughed. "You won't hit a lamppost, I promise."
"Okay, what if I hit a person?"
"No one else is out here. This area is all privately owned by Future Industries. We shouldn't run into anyone."
Korra nodded, glancing around. They were surrounded by warehouses, and a little more distantly she could see the bay, where softly lit boats moved idly across the smooth surface of the water. It was calm and quiet, and probably the perfect time to give the Avatar driving lessons. Deciding to relax, Korra grinned and turned the key in the ignition, overturning just a little in her excitement. The car gave a rumble of protest, but roared to life, blowing exhaust.
"Let's do this," she said eagerly, starting to put her foot on the pedal.
"Not so fast!" Asami's gloved hand closed over her wrist. "There are several things I have to explain first."
She started talking, but Korra only really understood every third word that came out of her mouth. It wasn't just that the terminology ("gear shift", "accelerator", "headlights") that made her mind go blank. Korra just wasn't good at sitting still and listening. She preferred a hands-on learning experience. As Asami went on, and on, she found herself jiggling her leg and tapping her fingers against the steering wheel, antsy.
Asami noticed. "Am I boring you?" she asked pointedly, with a raised eyebrow.
"No! Well, yes." Korra grinned sheepishly at the other girl's frown. "But it's not your fault. I just prefer to learn by doing."
"Yes, well, the last time you learned by doing, you ran into a lamppost."
"Point taken."
The heiress laughed, and suddenly leaned over to brush a cool kiss against Korra's cheek. "Just try to focus. I promise we'll get to the fun part."
"The fun part?"
Asami only nodded and winked.
-
After speeding through the empty streets, wind making their hair stream behind them like ribbons, Asami's worried shrieks mingling with Korra's laughter, they drove the car into the sand down at the bay. The wheels couldn't handle the change in terrain very well, so Korra skidded to a stop not far down the beach. As dust whirled up around them, she leaned in to give her girlfriend a kiss for being such a good teacher. One kiss became two, and three, and then both girls were struggling to move into the backseat, their limbs tangling together awkwardly in the small space. Asami giggled as her shoulder collided with Korra's jaw.
"You okay?" she whispered, trailing her fingers against the other girl's cheek.
"Fine," Korra whispered back, latching her mouth onto Asami's neck and sucking lightly at the soft skin there. "So is this the fun part?"
A soft giggle made her lips vibrate. "Well, this is the second half of the fun part."
"What was the first half?"
"Watching you speed around like a maniac."
Korra chuckled, which made Asami's breath catch as it tickled her ear. "I thought I freaked you out."
"Yeah, but I liked the thrill."
The Avatar's lips trailed further down her neck, fingers working slowly on the buttons of her jacket. "Well, it was a pleasure having you as my teacher," she murmured, starting to slip the garment from her girlfriend's shoulders.
"Yeah?" Asami's hands slipped under Korra's tunic, eager to feel warm, bare skin under her fingers.
"Mhmm. And I think now I have to thank you properly." A kiss was dropped on her shoulder as it was revealed, but it was Korra's words that made her shiver.
"I suppose you do," Asami breathed, and then neither one of them talked for awhile.
Korra made quick work of her clothing, stripping her down to the black, lacy lingerie she wore beneath. She allowed Asami to strip her similarly, getting her down to the breast bindings she wore. Her kisses trailed lower, pausing to pull the fabric of her bra aside and suck at her nipple. Asami moaned, arching into her touch, combing her fingers through Korra's loosened hair. She couldn't help smiling when Korra noticed the clasp in the front, and quickly pulled it apart. Most of the ones she owned hooked in the back, but this one was her favorite. With her breasts now free, the Avatar cupped them gently in both hands, the warmth in her fingers making Asami sigh with pleasure. She could swear sometimes that Korra used her firebending to make her hands warm when they were intimate, which Asami couldn't begrudge her for. Her own fingers could be rather cold and she knew that couldn't be very pleasant.
"Mm, you have better tits than me," Korra said suddenly, moving her thumbs over her nipples.
Asami sputtered out a laugh. "What? I do not."
"Yeah, you do." Korra illustrated her opinion by leaning down and planting several kisses on each breast.
Smirking, Asami reached up and tugged her bindings free, watching them unravel to pool at her waist. Korra's nipples were much darker than hers, and just a little larger. Perky, even without the support. "Yours are perfect," she murmured, leaning up to lave her tongue against them. Korra groaned, but gently pushed her back.
"This is for you," she reminded her, grinning. Asami merely tilted her head to press a brief kiss against Korra's mouth before lying back down over the leather seat in compliance.
Korra was dipping down to her navel now, trailing soft kisses from her hip down to the top of her left thigh. Asami shuddered, spreading her legs in invitation, but her girlfriend didn't take it. Instead she kept her mouth right where it was, pressed against the inside of her thigh. The heiress waited through a few moments of this before groaning in frustration.
"Korra."
Blue eyes peered up at her through dark hair. "Yes?"
"Stop teasing."
"You know you like the buildup." But Korra moved away, centering herself between Asami's legs. In the cramped confines of the car, she was forced to press back against the door, but she could still lean down relatively comfortably. She gave Asami one last kiss on the mouth before angling her hips, resting her hands on either side of her legs and dipping down to press her tongue against the little bud between her legs.
The heat made Asami roll her hips up instantly, letting out a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a moan. The water tribe girl did not waste any time; keeping her hands firmly around Asami’s thighs, she continued to move her tongue in the most torturous ways, occasionally pausing to suck on the bud instead. The thing that the heiress both loved and hated was that Korra knew exactly the way she liked to be touched, and she was too good at it. Asami never lasted long under her ministrations. She rolled her hips against her mouth, letting one hand wander down to tangle in the dark hair. Korra didn’t mind in the slightest when her fingers snarled, pulling on it. She hummed appreciatively, moving one hand to slip a finger inside her. Asami bit her lip hard to keep from coming undone right then and there.
“Korra,” she moaned breathlessly.
The Avatar broke away for a moment, her eyes dark with lust. “I like hearing you say my name like that,” she said softly, her finger still moving inside her.
“Yeah, tell me later. Please…”
She laughed. “Okay, sorry.” Her mouth went right back to work, but she didn’t have to go much longer. After a few more strokes of her tongue, Asami turned liquid in her hands, unraveling completely. The climax broke over her so quickly and so strongly that her entire body hummed with it. She was scarcely aware of Korra crawling back up her body and gathering her up in her arms.
“That was definitely a proper thank-you,” she said after a moment, still dazed.
Korra chuckled and moved up a bit so she could give her a kiss. “If you liked that, wait until our next driving lesson.”
Title: Getaway
Rating: PG
Summary: Asami takes Korra on vacation to Ember Island.
Author's Notes: Partially inspired by a comic by ~millionfish, in which Korra leaps off the top of a cliff with Asami on her back into the water.
The smell of salt on warm air and the shift of sand underneath her feet was unfamiliar, but the sight of water - no, ocean - was all too welcome. Korra couldn’t help the smile that lit up her face as she looked out over the balcony of the little house, drinking in the endless stretch of glittering blue waves. It was almost like looking out from the top of the watchtower at the South Pole...minus all the snow and ice, of course.
“You know, that’s the first time I’ve really seen you smile in a long time.”
Korra glanced over at Asami, who had joined her on the balcony. She had been busy unpacking her many suitcases, which had taken up a good portion of the afternoon, while Korra (who traveled very light) had gotten herself acquainted with the Satos’ vacation home on Ember Island. “Well, you haven’t gotten to see me as much lately.”
“That’s true,” Asami conceded with a small grin. “But I get updates, you know.”
“Bolin?” Korra guessed.
“You know it. He’s been worried about you, though.”
The Avatar shrugged slightly. “He shouldn’t. I’m fine. Just…focusing on work right now, you know?”
Asami nodded, knowing better than to bring up the reason for Korra’s depression. Her breakup with Mako hadn’t been a messy one, really, but it had been understandably hard. Korra had reacted by burying herself in her Avatar duties, which had done nothing but run her down. After finding herself with some time off, Asami had suggested the vacation. It had taken a little persuasion, but finally Korra had agreed, and now they were faced with two weeks completely to themselves.
Still watching the water, Korra’s lips quirked up slightly. “So, that’s a pretty excellent cliff you have out there.”
Asami laughed. Her family’s house was situated on one of the highest parts of the island, some fifty or sixty feet from the sea level. “Yeah, I guess it is! My dad kind of had a thing for higher ground. He grew up in the mountains.” She bit her lip. Talking about her father had become a lot easier over time, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t still surprised when he tumbled into her conversations before she could even think about it.
Korra raised an eyebrow at her. “Looks like it would be fun to jump off of.”
“What? Oh, no.” Asami waved her hands, warding off the suggestion she could hear in her friend’s voice. “It’s too high up. And I think there are rocks at the bottom.”
“So?” The water tribe girl smirked. “I’m a master waterbender, remember? It’s not like it would be dangerous.”
“Maybe not for you,” Asami pointed out.
“We’ll jump together, then. Come on, it’ll be fun!”
Something about the infectious enthusiasm in Korra’s voice had Asami in her swimsuit a few minutes later, standing with her toes anxiously curling against the rocks as she looked out over the water. The wind tossed her dark hair over her bare shoulders, drawing a shiver up her spine. It really was much higher than she remembered. She took a few steps back and bumped into Korra, who laughed a bit and steadied her with a light touch.
“Don’t worry, I won’t let you get hurt,” she promised. The wind was pulling at her hair, too, which was loose and brushing her shoulders. It struck Asami, for some reason, that she had never seen Korra with her hair down and completely devoid of the two ties that normally separated it in the front. She was all wild dark hair and skin, dressed proudly in a dark blue suit that Asami had let her borrow, even though it was just a little big for her.
“I don’t know if it’s a good idea for us to both jump at the same time,” Asami started, but Korra grabbed her hand and tugged her to the edge of the cliff before she could finish. The heiress felt her stomach flip unpleasantly as she stared down at the frothing waves below. They looked really far away. “Korra-“
“You trust me, don’t you?” the Avatar asked.
“Of course,” Asami replied without thinking.
“Then you’ll be fine. Here, get on my back. It’ll probably be easier that way.”
“What? Get on your-“
“Back, yeah.” Korra smiled and knelt a little, holding her hands behind her. “Come on, princess. I promise you’re not too heavy for me.”
Her lips twisting in amusement at the nickname, Asami cautiously stepped up behind her friend, wrapping her arms loosely around her neck. Korra quickly secured her arms under Asami’s knees, drawing herself back into an upright position with very little effort. The wind blew Korra’s hair back into her face, bringing a light, pleasant scent that tickled her nose. She reflexively tightened her arms around the Avatar’s neck as she stepped up to the very edge of the cliff.
“Korra,” Asami said, her breath brushing against Korra’s ear. The waterbender ignored the way it made goosebumps rise on her arms and adjusted her grip under Asami’s knees.
“Just count to three and hold your breath! One, two…”
But Korra jumped on three, and suddenly there was nothing but the sound of air whistling in her ears, the tickle of Korra’s hair on her face, the Avatar’s gleeful laughter, and Asami’s own nervous screaming. Just before they hit the sharp rocks, Korra bent a large wave up that swallowed them whole. Though she continued to cling for dear life, Asami somehow lost her grip on her friend in the dark water, and opened her eyes to see Korra moving gracefully towards the surface. Before she could reach it, however, the water tribe girl suddenly looked back at Asami and smiled, producing a slew of bubbles. Then she reached out a hand, which Asami swam up and took. Together, their heads broke the surface.
“Woohoo!” said Korra, flipping her hair back. “That was fun, wasn’t it? I haven’t done anything like that since I was a kid in the South Pole.”
Asami’s eyes widened. “But the water had to be freezing there. You actually swam in it?”
“Well, only in the summer. It was still pretty cold, though.” She shrugged. “Anyway, you did have fun, right?”
Her companion couldn’t help grinning. “It was fun, but I don’t think I could do that by myself. I thought for sure we were going to hit those rocks!”
“Hey, that’s what you have me for!” Korra said, floating on her back. “That way, you don’t have to jump alone.”
Asami nodded, and then swam over to take her hand again. “Want to go for round two? I was probably screaming a little too loudly to enjoy it as much as I could have.”
“Sure!” Korra replied with a laugh. “Last one to the beach is a hog-monkey!”
She had never dreamed that she would be this carefree and easy around Asami Sato. The girl had once been the source of all her heartache. But now, she was just as easy to talk to as Bolin, if not easier because she was a girl. There was something about having a real female friend that Korra really liked, despite how bad she thought she was at being feminine. Asami was softness and laughter and gentle hands, and she brought out a playful nature in Korra that Tenzin had once compared to his father. But it was something else, too…something in the way Asami smiled at her that made her feel warm and safe.
As they crested the top of the cliff, and the heiress once more secured her arms around Korra’s neck, her lips brushed against the Avatar’s dark cheek, and it felt like a kiss. But Korra didn’t allow herself to dwell on the blush it had produced and the way it had sent bright warmth through her blood until much later, as she stared at the ceiling of her room in the Satos’ vacation home.
It wasn’t a real kiss, but I think I wanted it to be.
On the opposite side of the house, Asami lay on her side, watching shadows chase themselves across the walls of her room.
I want to kiss her again.