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Asami leaned back in her leather chair, the receiver of her home telephone clicking softly into its cradle. President Moon's voice still echoed faintly in her mind — budget approvals, infrastructure timelines, the usual dance of Republic City politics.
Her mahogany desk was a battlefield of paper: blueprints unfurled like surrendered flags, financial reports stacked like unsteady towers, and ink smudges dotting her knuckles where she'd rubbed her temples. Too tired to organize the chaos now.
A low groan escaped her as she stretched, arms reaching toward the ceiling. Her spine gave three satisfying pops, each crack pulling her further from the fog of contracts and steel quotas. She rolled her stiff shoulders, feeling the day's tension coil and release. Late afternoon light slanted through the tall windows, catching dust motes dancing above the mess.
The grandfather clock beside her bookshelf chimed once — a deep, resonant note that vibrated in her ribs. Four-thirty. She'd been holed up here since noon. Asami pushed herself up, her feet sinking into the plush rug, maybe Korra had gotten back already.
She walked through the mansion’s quiet expanse, her legs welcoming the stretch, muscles loosening with each stride past sunlit portraits and potted ferns. The tremors started faintly beneath her soles — rhythmic thuds growing stronger near the east wing.
Then came the sounds: sharp exhales, the wet slap of skin on leather, a low grunt. Asami paused outside the gym’s double doors, a smile blooming. Korra was home.
Pushing the doors open, the scent hit her first — salt, exertion, the ozone-tang of latent bending energy. Korra was pull-up, sweat-slicked back gleaming under the skylights, muscles in her shoulders and abdomen corded tight under the effort.
Her sports bra was dark with perspiration, shorts clinging low on her hips. She landed in a crouch after a few more repetitons, chest heaving, and didn’t notice Asami leaning against the doorframe.
Korra only noticed her a few seconds after focusing on catching her breath, and her expression visibly changed when she did, her otherwise neutral face split by a beaming grin, the very kind that never failed to send Asami's heart skipping beats.
"Hey you," Korra said, "Escaped work already?"
"If she wasn't the president already, Zhu Li would be relentless in business." Asami pushed off the doorframe, her gaze tracing the sweat-drenched lines of Korra's abs. "I need a break before I start calculating tensile strength in my sleep."
Korra grabbed a towel, mopping her face and neck. "I could use a sparring partner? No bending." She bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, energy crackling off her despite the workout. "I promise not to pin you too fast."
Asami's laugh was low and warm as she kicked off her heels. "Confident, Avatar." She unbuttoned her silk blouse, heading over to the built-in closet made for their gym wear, very aware of Korra's eyes following her not-so-innocently. "No bending."
"Deal." Korra rasped, her throat suddenly very dry as she picked up her water bottle and hoped Asami didn't notice her thirst wasn't just for water.
Asami emerged from the closet moments later, stripped down to simple black shorts and a matching sports bra. The contrast was stark – Korra, flushed and glistening from exertion, radiating raw power as Asami was cool and composed, her movements precise as she stepped onto the sparring mat.
She stretched, a fluid motion that elongated her spine, the lean muscles in her back shifting beneath smooth skin. Korra tracked the movement, her gaze lingering on the curve of Asami’s hip, the way the fabric hugged her thighs.
"Ready?" Asami asked, settling into a loose, balanced stance, her dark eyes sharp but holding a familiar, heated spark.
Korra lunged first, a testing jab aimed at Asami’s shoulder. Asami deflected it easily, her forearm knocking Korra’s aside with surprising strength, the impact sending a jolt up Korra’s arm. They circled, the mat absorbing the soft scuff of their feet.
Korra feinted low, then swept a leg towards Asami’s ankles. Asami anticipated it, hopping back lightly before darting forward, her hand snaking past Korra’s guard to tap her ribs.
"Point," Asami murmured, a smirk playing on her lips. Korra grinned, the competitive fire flaring. She pressed harder, driving Asami back with a flurry of controlled punches and kicks, the air thick with the scent of sweat and exertion, their breathing syncing into a rapid rhythm.
Korra saw her opening as Asami shifted her weight slightly to counter a high kick. She dropped low, sweeping Asami’s supporting leg with surprising speed. Asami gasped, momentarily airborne before crashing onto the mat with a heavy thud, the breath knocked out of her.
Before she could recover, Korra was on her, strong thighs straddling Asami’s hips, pinning her wrists firmly above her head. Korra’s triumphant grin was dazzling, her sweat dripping onto Asami’s flushed skin. "Got you."
The victory was short-lived. Asami’s dark eyes, locked onto Korra’s, held a sudden, molten heat that had nothing to do with the spar. Her hips bucked subtly beneath Korra’s weight, a deliberate friction that made Korra’s breath catch.
"You do," Asami breathed, her voice a low, husky promise.
Korra felt the shift instantly, the playful struggle dissolving into something far more urgent. Her grip on Asami’s wrists loosened, not in surrender, but in invitation. Asami surged up, capturing Korra’s lips in a searing kiss that tasted of salt and victory. Korra melted into it, her earlier dominance forgotten as Asami’s hands slid down, fingers digging possessively into the swell of Korra’s ass, pulling their bodies flush. The sparring mat was forgotten just like that, the only contest now was the desperate press of skin on skin.
Asami rolled them over effortlessly, her strength undeniable now. Korra gasped as her back hit the mat, the cool surface a shock against her heated skin. Asami straddled her hips again, but this time her intent was clear.
Her gaze raked over Korra’s sweat-slicked torso, lingering on the defined muscles trembling beneath her. One hand traced the curve of Korra’s hip, dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. The other tangled in Korra’s damp hair, tilting her head back to expose the frantic pulse in her throat.
Korra gasped as Asami’s mouth found that sensitive spot beneath her jaw, teeth grazing lightly before lips sealed over it. Her hips arched off the mat, seeking friction. "Someone’s excited," Korra managed, her voice rough and breathless despite the teasing lilt. She tangled her fingers in Asami’s hair, trying to pull her closer.
Asami’s laugh vibrated against Korra’s skin. "Not just me," she murmured, her words muffled. Her fingers slid lower, tracing the soaked fabric of Korra’s shorts before slipping beneath the elastic. Korra grunted as Asami’s touch found her, already desperately wet. The scent of her arousal mixed with sweat, thick and primal in the air.
Asami pulled back just enough to watch Korra’s face, her own breath catching at the dazed hunger in those blue eyes. She hooked her fingers into Korra’s waistband, dragging the shorts down her thighs. "Look at you," Asami breathed, her gaze fixed on Korra’s flushed skin, the desperate tremble in her thighs. "All this for me?"
Korra’s laugh was a ragged gasp. "Don’t go acting all tough here, Sato." Her voice was thick, but a familiar spark of challenge ignited in her eyes. She deliberately shifted her thigh, grinding it against the unmistakable bulge straining against Asami’s own shorts.
The sharp, choked sound that escaped Asami’s lips was pure victory. Korra’s smirk widened, feeding on the sudden hitch in Asami’s rhythm.
Asami leaned down, capturing Korra’s lips in a kiss that was less tenderness and more conquest. It was deep, claiming, silencing the teasing words and the smug curve of Korra’s mouth. Korra met her with equal fervor, arms locking around Asami’s back, pulling her down hard, crushing their bodies together. Their mouths moved with a desperate hunger, teeth clicking, tongues clashing, the taste of sweat and salt shared between them.
Korra’s hips bucked upwards involuntarily, a sharp, needy thrust against the solid muscle of Asami’s thigh pressed tight against her core. The friction was electric, a jolt that ripped a ragged groan from her throat.
The involuntary buck became a rhythm, Korra grinding herself against the firm pressure of Asami’s thigh with increasing desperation. Each deliberate roll of her hips sent waves of heat crashing through her, chasing the sweet friction. Her movements grew frantic, seeking more pressure, more contact, the damp fabric of Asami’s shorts rough against her sensitive skin.
"Asami," Korra rasped against her girlfriend’s lips, the name a raw plea, stripped of any pretense or challenge. It was pure, aching need.
Asami understood instantly. Her hand slid from Korra’s hair, down the curve of her neck, over the frantic pulse at her throat, and plunged purposefully between Korra’s trembling thighs. Her fingers found Korra’s slick heat, already swollen and desperate, and pressed firmly, circling the hard bud of her clit with focused pressure. Korra growled, a sharp, broken sound that echoed in the gym and all throughout Asami's head, her back arching violently off the mat.
"Hold still," Asami commanded, her voice rough with arousal, her other hand pinning Korra’s hip to the mat. She watched, mesmerized, as Korra’s control shattered. Her hips jerked helplessly against Asami’s touch, sweat-drenched muscles straining, her breaths ragged gasps punctuated by low, guttural moans.
The scent of her, sharp and intoxicating, filled the air. Asami felt her own cock throb painfully against the confines of her shorts, demanding attention, but Korra’s unraveling commanded hers.
"Close," Korra choked out, her eyes wide and unfocused, pupils blown wide. "Too close... Asami, please—" Her plea dissolved into a rare swear as Asami’s fingers plunged inside her, curling expertly.
The added stretch, the friction against her inner walls, tipped her over the edge. Korra’s body seized, a silent scream on her lips as her orgasm ripped through her, violent and consuming. Her inner muscles clenched rhythmically around Asami’s fingers, her entire frame shuddering uncontrollably.
Asami withdrew her fingers slowly, glistening, and brought them to her lips, her gaze locked on Korra’s blissed-out expression. She tasted Korra’s arousal, savoring the tang. Before Korra could recover, Asami hooked her hands under Korra’s knees, spreading her wider, positioning herself firmly between Korra’s trembling thighs.
The view was breathtaking: Korra’s flushed, swollen folds, still pulsing faintly from her climax, glistening under the gym lights. A slow, possessive smile curved Asami’s lips. "More?" she asked, her voice a low thrum of heat.
Korra’s chest heaved, her eyes still hazy, but a fierce, answering hunger ignited in their depths. "Nowhere near done," she rasped, managing a smirk despite how rough and wrecked her voice sounded. She lifted her hips off the mat in blatant invitation, her body demanding, not asking. "Don’t stop."
Asami needed no further encouragement. She leaned down, her intention clear: to worship every trembling inch with her mouth, but Korra’s desperation outpaced her. The moment Asami’s breath ghosted over her slick heat, Korra’s hands flew to Asami’s head, fingers tangling in dark hair, and pulled her down hard, burying Asami’s face against her. A choked cry tore from Korra’s throat as Asami’s tongue found her clit, laving it with firm, deliberate strokes.
The sensation was electric, overwhelming. Korra bucked violently, her thighs clamping instinctively around Asami’s head, trapping her.
Asami groaned against Korra’s core, the vibration sending another shockwave through Korra’s already oversensitive nerves. She didn’t fight the hold but leaned into it, her tongue delving deeper, exploring Korra’s swollen folds with relentless focus, tasting the sharp tang of her release mixed with fresh arousal.
Korra’s cries escalated, sharp gasps dissolving into ragged moans. Her hips rolled frantically against Asami’s mouth, chasing the friction, the pressure, the exquisite torture. Her fingers tightened painfully in Asami’s hair, anchoring herself as another orgasm built with terrifying speed, coiling tight in her belly.
"Fuck—Asami—can’t—" she gasped, her voice breaking, her entire body trembling on the precipice.
Asami responded by sinking deeper, her tongue thrusting inside Korra while her thumb pressed relentless circles against her clit, the dual assault shattered Korra all over again. Her back arched violently off the mat, a raw, guttural scream tearing from her throat as her second climax seized her. Her thighs convulsed around Asami’s head, muscles locking tight as she pulsed against Asami’s mouth, slick heat flooding her tongue.
Asami rode out the storm with her, drinking her in, until Korra collapsed back onto the mat, limbs limp and trembling. Her chest heaved, sweat gleaming on her skin like liquid silver under the skylights.
"I need you inside me, Asami," Korra rasped, her voice shredded and unrecognizable, stripped bare of any playful arrogance. It was pure, primal hunger vibrating through the air.
Asami felt the echo of that desperate need coil deep within her own belly, her neglected cock aching fiercely against the damp fabric of her shorts.
With surprising gentleness despite the urgency, Asami guided Korra onto her stomach. Korra groaned softly, shifting her hips instinctively upward, presenting herself. Asami’s gaze snagged on the intricate black ink swirling across Korra’s powerful back – the Raava tattoo stark against sweat-slicked muscle, the lines seeming to pulse faintly with Korra’s ragged breaths.
The sight was mesmerizing, but Asami’s focus snapped back lower. She gripped her own cock, thick and straining, slicking it hastily with Korra’s own wetness still coating her fingers before pressing the blunt head firmly against Korra’s swollen, glistening entrance.
She pushed in slowly, a thick, deliberate invasion that drew a choked "Fuck" from Korra.
Asami paused, letting Korra adjust to the stretch and herself at the tight, wet heat enveloping her. Then, with a low groan, she sank deeper, burying herself to the hilt. Korra arched beneath her, a raw cry escaping her lips as she pushed back, meeting Asami’s thrust, desperate for the fullness.
The gym echoed with the slick, rhythmic slap of skin on skin, the scent of sex thick and heady in the air. Asami gripped Korra’s hips, anchoring herself, setting a deep, relentless pace that drove Korra face-first into the mat with each powerful surge. Korra’s fingers scrabbled against the gym's surface, knuckles white, her cries dissolving into incoherent pleas and sharp gasps.
Asami focused on the exquisite drag and clench of Korra around her cock, the way Korra’s muscles trembled with each withdrawal and bucked violently with each thrust. She watched sweat trace the lines of Korra’s spine, pooling above the swell of her ass before dripping onto the mat below.
Time stretched, measured only by Korra’s escalating whimpers and the tightening coil in Asami’s own belly – a warning she ruthlessly ignored. When Korra’s moans hitched, signaling the edge coming to her faster from her overstimulation, Asami slowed, pulling almost completely out, hovering teasingly at her entrance.
Korra whimpered, a desperate, broken sound. "Asami—don’t stop!" Asami chuckled, her thumb circling Korra’s clit instead, drawing out the tension until Korra’s trembling subsided into ragged breaths. Only then did Asami plunge back in, hard and deep, restarting the agonizingly slow build.
Korra’s world narrowed to the relentless pressure inside her, the friction against her clit from Asami’s thumb, and the overwhelming heat coiling tighter and tighter. She felt her muscles clench uncontrollably around Asami’s cock, her third orgasm building like a tidal wave.
Just as it crested, blinding white light exploded behind her eyes.
The gym vanished.
A primal roar tore from her throat, echoing with the power of generations of Avatars. Her eyes blazed pure, radiant white, illuminating the sweat-slicked mats. The intricate Raava tattoo etched across her back flared with the same blinding luminescence, its swirling lines glowing like molten silver against her flushed skin. Ecstasy and raw cosmic power fused into one devastating release.
Asami froze, momentarily stunned. The sheer force radiating from Korra vibrated through the air, prickling her skin. She felt Korra clench impossibly tight around her cock, a vise-like grip fueled by the Avatar State. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing Asami to her own inevitable edge with a broken cry.
She surrendered completely, burying herself deep as her orgasm ripped through her. Her hips jerked erratically, emptying herself into Korra’s pulsing heat while Korra’s back arched impossibly higher beneath her, the glowing tattoo casting sharp shadows across the gym floor.
The blinding white light slowly faded from Korra’s eyes and back, leaving only the harsh overhead lights and the frantic sound of their mingled panting.
Korra collapsed forward onto the mat, utterly boneless. Her limbs trembled violently, her breath ragged gasps that echoed in the sudden quiet. Asami carefully withdrew, her own legs shaky as she sank down beside Korra, pulling her limp form against her chest. Korra’s skin was fever-hot, damp with sweat and exertion.
Korra buried her face against Asami’s neck, her breathing slowly deepening into exhausted, shuddering sighs. Asami stroked her damp hair, tracing the fading lines of ink now softly illuminated only by the gym’s overhead lights.
"You okay?" Asami murmured, her voice rough.
Korra managed a weak nod against her skin, too spent for words. Her fingers weakly traced the sweat-damp curve of Asami’s collarbone. The silence stretched, thick with the scent of sex and exertion, broken only by their slowing breaths.
Minutes drifted by in a haze of shared warmth. Asami felt Korra’s trembling gradually subside, replaced by a heavy, contented stillness. She pressed a soft kiss to Korra’s temple, her own exhaustion settling deep into her bones.
A slow, triumphant smile spread across Asami’s lips as she nuzzled Korra’s hair. Her voice was a low, husky murmur thick with amusement
"So... are we talking about how I fucked you into the Avatar State?" She savored the words, the sheer, impossible reality of it. "Guess that means I won tonigh?"
Korra groaned, a muffled sound vibrating against Asami’s neck. She burrowed her face deeper into the crook of Asami’s shoulder, but Asami could feel the unmistakable curve of a smile forming against her skin. Asami’s laughter erupted then – rich, loud, and utterly delighted, echoing warmly in the quiet gym, a sound of pure satisfaction.
"Laugh all you want," Korra mumbled, her own chuckle escaping. "But I don’t think I can even stand up."
It was true. Every muscle felt liquid, utterly spent in the very best way possible. Her legs, especially, were useless weights, trembling faintly even lying prone. She wasn't entirely sure she could lift her head off Asami’s shoulder.
Asami tightened her embrace, her laughter softening into a warm hum. She pressed another kiss into Korra’s damp hairline, her fingers tracing idle, soothing patterns across Korra’s sweat-slicked shoulder blade. The faint scent of ozone still lingered faintly beneath the musk of sex and exertion, a ghostly reminder of the cosmic power Korra had unleashed moments ago.
"Worth it?" Asami murmured, her voice thick with affection and lingering amusement.
Korra managed a weak nod against her skin. "So worth it," she breathed, the words slurring slightly with bone-deep fatigue. A deep, contented sigh escaped her, her body sinking heavier against Asami’s, the last tremors finally subsiding into complete stillness. "Just… gonna nap here forever."
Her eyelids felt impossibly heavy, the cool solidity of Asami beneath her and the lingering warmth humming through her core the only anchors in a world blissfully reduced to sensation.
Asami shifted beneath her, the muscles in her torso tensing subtly. Before Korra could even muster a sleepy groan of protest, Asami was sliding out from under her warmth. The sudden loss of contact was jarring, the cool gym air hitting her sweat-damp skin. Korra blinked blearily, a frown starting to form.
But it vanished instantly. With a soft grunt of effort, Asami hooked one strong arm decisively under Korra’s knees and the other behind her shoulders.
Korra gasped, instinctively clinging to Asami’s neck as she was lifted clean off the mat. The sheer display of raw strength, so different from Asami’s usual elegant precision, left Korra momentarily breathless. She felt weightless, utterly secure in those arms.
A triumphant, slightly breathless smile curved Asami’s lips as she adjusted her grip. "Good thing someone," she murmured, her gaze warm and teasing as it met Korra’s wide eyes, "made me take such a liking to working out recently."
Korra’s answering grin was instantaneous, dazzling and utterly exhausted. "No regrets here," she breathed, her voice thick with satisfaction and fatigue, nestling her head against Asami’s shoulder.
Without another word, Asami turned, her steps steady and purposeful despite Korra’s considerable weight, carrying her effortlessly towards the gleaming chrome door of the gym’s built-in bathroom. The promise of warm water and soft towels felt like heaven.