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Asami sighs contently as Korra kisses her, pushing her down into the grass.
When they separate, Asami's grinning ear to ear, and the light in her eyes makes Korra reciprocate her expression.
They've spent the day hiking up cliff faces, awing at wonderful views, and swimming through vibrant–colored water, on vacation for their fourth anniversary—all the action is fun, but it's exhausting, and for Korra, there's a unique form of relaxation to be held in sinking into Asami.
They're in a little alcove in the Spirit World, where a cliff and tall mushrooms form a relatively enclosed space. It's still somewhat public, maybe a little risqué, but the spirits are good at giving them a wide berth while they're wrapped up in eachother—this spot has served them well last year, and the year before that.
The Spirit World is gorgeous, multi–colored light casting over them, painting the lush grass a wide array of colors; when she looks down, however, Korra thinks Asami's far more beautiful than the Spirit World could ever be.
She strokes her thumb over Asami's cheek, basking in her beauty. "Remember our first trip here?" She mumbles, feeling the sudden urge to reminisce.
"'Course I do," Asami replies, hand dragging through Korra's short hair. "You were so nervous. And excited. It was adorable."
Korra laughs, a gentle noise that gets absorbed by Asami's skin. "I wish we could just live here. Never have to leave, no worrying about anything else... don't you?" It's far from a sweet nothing—Korra does mean it, to an extent; if she had the choice, she'd dedicate the rest of her life to making her girlfriend happy, in a quaint little home in the Spirit World.
Asami's eyes flick down to Korra's lips, and she smiles—a little solemn, like she's remembering all the times they did have to worry about the various difficulties of life. "Mhm. Could get you all to myself."
"You do," Korra whispers, kissing along Asami's jaw. "You do have me all to yourself, right now."
Asami chews on her lip, smiling wider, melancholy gone. Her words are gentle, quiet, meant for no one or no thing other than Korra to hear. "Come here and kiss me then, yeah?"
She tilts her head and complies to Asami's demand, leaning in to kiss her. Asami's lips are soft, the slide of their lips gentle and slow, and Korra loves it. She tilts her head, deepening the kiss, listening to the sweet little noise Asami lets out.
Unable to resist it much longer, Korra reaches down to brush her hands over Asami's body, loving the way she writhes under her. "So pretty," She murmurs, when their lips part for a small moment. "My pretty girl."
Asami smiles into the kiss, wide enough that it breaks their rhythm, but Korra doesn't mind; anything to please her girlfriend.
Asami hums into the kiss, brushing her hand across the side of Korra's face. She separates them, panting lightly. As she speaks, she plays with a strand of hair in front of her face—like she's nervous. "Are you planning on fucking me tonight, Kor?"
"Mmm," Korra says, eyes locked on Asami's lips. "What do you think?"
Asami lets out a breath of relief, tilting her head back with a smile.
Korra figures that was Asami's indirect, winding way of telling her to hurry up and get to it—feeling tense with anticipation, she kisses down Asami's neck.
She's not being rough with her—far from it, actually—but Korra isn't too worried about leaving marks, and she knows Asami will like them, so she sucks and nips at Asami's neck without inhibitions. In her current state of mind, she thinks anyone who cares about it can fuck off.
A little noise slips past Asami's lips, one of those pretty ones that always make Korra throb. "So beautiful," she murmurs, into the soft skin of Asami's neck. "I'll never get bored of looking at you."
"Y-yeah?" Asami asks, a bit like she doesn't believe it—Korra's willing to keep saying it until she gets it, and a little more on top of that.
"Mhm," she replies, even though she doubts Asami was really looking for a response.
Asami shudders when Korra sucks a spot on her neck into being a little too sensitive, moaning. "Love you."
Korra smiles at Asami's words, even though she's heard them a million times by now—she'll never get sick of hearing Asami tell her she loves her.
Korra pulls down the high collar of Asami's shirt, for more access to her neck. "Love you more," she replies back, feeling the need to make it into a competition.
Asami huffs, rolling her eyes, but she has no further comment—Korra assumes she'll get her back for it later.
Korra plays with the hem of Asami's shirt. She planned to give it a bit more time before she took it off—she likes to take her time with Asami, as long as she can get away with—but Asami whimpers, basically begging her to take it off, back arching up off the soft ground.
She smiles fondly, always appreciating Asami's fervor, and decides she'll be nice tonight and comply with her request, grabbing the hem with her other hand as well, pulling it up and over Asami's body. She tosses it to the side, where it can lay in the grass a bit away from them.
With Asami's stomach and chest exposed, Korra sits back on her knees, admiring her.
She's wearing a black bra—something simple, not one of the more ornate pieces Korra's seen her in, because who wants to hike in lingerie? but Korra admires her regardless.
Korra drags her hands over Asami's body, from her stomach, to where her bra covers her tits, to her collarbones— she could do this for hours, committing each rise and fall of Asami's body to her memory.
"K-Korra," Asami whimpers, breath hitching. "Come closer."
Asami's probably getting cold without Korra's Firebender warmth, and she feels a tad guilty at the realization. It's fine—she'll make it up to Asami in a few minutes.
Korra drapes herself back over Asami, breath ghosting over her collarbones. She inhales Asami's scent—the perfume she put on this morning has mostly faded, thanks to the way she'd been sweating on their hike earlier, but she smells excellent regardless.
She plants a kiss to Asami's collarbones, looking up to meet her eyes as she travels downwards. She kisses at a slow, teasing pace, moving down Asami's body vertically.
She stops when she gets to Asami's navel, just to hear her breath hitch, smiling at the expression on her face.
"Can't wait to taste you," Korra mumbles, breath hot on Asami's skin.
Asami looks down at her, gaze heavy and eyes lidded. Her fingers find their way into Korra's hair, palm snug against her scalp. "Fuck," she breathes, desire making her voice heavy. "Hurry, Korra. Please?"
Korra hums, but she doesn't take Asami's request to heart—she loves teasing her, and she knows Asami loves being teased in return. She'll go at whatever pace she wants.
Her fingers hook under the waistband of Asami's pants, but she pipes up before Korra can pull them down.
"Want your shirt off, too," Asami requests, sitting up halfway. "Please?"
Korra bites her lip, slightly nervous. She has no good reason to be, but she is anyway—there's something about being examined under Asami's gaze that would make anyone feel anxious under expectation.
The desire to please her gorgeous girlfriend outweighs her anxiety, however, and she sits up on her knees for a brief moment, pulling her shirt over her head.
She watches Asami examine her, blushing. She's full on ogling, mouth agape as she takes her in. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and she spreads her legs more. Her hips rise, slightly, like she's trying to entice her. "Come here and fuck me now, Korra. C'mon."
There's an urgency to her tone, and it makes Korra's blood run hot with pride. She's done this a million times—but every time she manages to make Asami Sato desperate, wind her up until she has no room for patience, she's shocked.
Korra kneels back down, fingers hooking under the waistband of Asami's pants once more. There's no protest this time, no request except for that of a little whine past her lips—something which Korra assumes to mean hurry up.
She pulls down Asami's pants, throwing them near her shirt. Asami's left in her bra, and her matching set of black underwear—simple as well, but Korra thinks anything looks good on her.
"Korra," Asami pants, voice gentle.
Korra presses a kiss to the inside of Asami's thigh, smiling. "Yeah, 'Sami?"
Asami shifts, inadvertently thrusting her hips, her core briefly sliding against Korra's face. "Want your tongue. Please, baby?"
She laughs, lightly, into Asami's plush thigh. "Be patient, alright? You'll get it soon."
She tilts her head, planting a gentle kiss to Asami's clit, over the fabric. Despite the lightness of Korra's touch, Asami's entire body shivers.
Asami tugs at her hair, earning a groan from Korra. She doesn't take the bait, though, and continues her teasing—kissing and sucking at the inside of Asami's thigh, inhaling the scent of her.
She's been awfully lenient with her teasing, and she'd usually wait a while longer, try to pull her apart more. But something about Asami's been intoxicating today—Korra's not sure if it's just being in the spirit world, or if it's been watching Asami's long legs scale cliff faces all day. Whatever it is, Korra's wound up as well—wound up enough that she's convinced she needs to taste Asami as soon as possible, otherwise something disastrous may happen.
Her breath hot on Asami's core, she pulls her underwear to the side with deft fingers.
"Shit, Korra," Asami pants when she's exposed to the cold air, hips twitching to try and grind against her face.
Korra stops her by splaying her free hand across Asami's hip, pushing her down into the soft ground.
Anticipation thrumming in her blood, she leans forward to swipe her tongue across Asami's folds. Taste her, feel how wet she is.
Asami tugs on her hair, hard, when Korra's lips wrap around her clit, sucking there. She presses the flat of her tongue to it, watching the way Asami writhes and moans under her touch.
"Oh, spirits," Asami breathes, body relaxing against the soft ground. She's giving up, submitting to both the pleasure and Korra in turn, and it's wonderful.
Korra's lips wrap around her clit, sucking gently before letting go. Asami whimpers, a light whine let out through her teeth, and Korra can tell she's annoyed. She knows exactly why, but it's more fun to egg her on. "What's wrong, 'Sami?" Korra mumbles, taking her tongue away while she waits for a response.
"Want it—faster," Asami says, sounding impatient. "Please, Korra? Don't want to have to wait—"
"Oh, you can't be patient now?" Korra scoffs, pretending like she doesn't want it as badly and as urgently as Asami—she hopes her act is convincing.
Asami pouts, trying again to lift her hips up the ground. Korra's still forcing her down, and she can tell Asami's at her wit's end. Korra can't help it—she loves getting Asami riled up like this, loves pushing her until she's desperate and begging.
"Please, Korra," she pants, mouth agape. Her hips push up again, a futile movement. "Need it. Please, pretty please—"
Her voice falls apart into a moan when Korra's tongue is back on her, licking into her entrance before travelling up to her clit. Korra does move a little faster, a little harder, purely for the fact that she thinks Asami deserves it—she's been a good sport.
Asami's fingers card through her hair, satisfaction evident in her voice. "Oh, Korra," she groans, whining, "Your tongue—fuck—your tongue feels so good. You fuck me so well, you know that?"
Korra smiles, heart singing at the praise. In this moment, there's nothing she wants more than to make Asami happy.
The hand on Asami's hip releases her, fingers coming down to tease at her entrance. Korra's not sure if Asami can take both her tongue and her fingers tonight, but she has faith Asami will tell her if it's too much.
As her fingers press inside of her, Korra's lips wrap around Asami's clit again, pressing the flat of her tongue rough against it. She shifts her body to the side a little bit, so the angle isn't as uncomfortable on her arm.
Asami gasps, body arching up from the ground. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Korra—" she stutters, hips snapping upwards. Her hand anchors itself in Korra's hair, and the rocking of her hips is making it difficult for Korra to keep her suction on Asami's clit—but with the noises she's making, Korra doesn't find it in her to be bothered.
"You like that?" Korra mutters, breath hot on Asami's core. From the noises she's making and the way her body is moving, it's evident the answer is yes, but Korra just wants to hear her say it.
"Of— of fucking course I do, Korra," Asami gasps, and the cadence of her voice tells Korra she's getting close. She shifts her fingers, trying to find just the right spot to press against, and she knows she's found it when Asami lets out a lengthy moan. "Just—just like that," she takes in a deep breath, "I don't know how you—oh, fuck!—don't know how you make me feel like this."
Korra smiles, exhilaration making her feel a little light. Asami's body is tense, at her mercy, and the prospect of making her come fuels Korra to continue, despite the growing ache in her back and neck.
"You're stellar," Korra murmurs, even though she's sure Asami's too deep in her own pleasure to properly listen to her.
The momentum of Asami's hips falters. "Oh, spirits, Korra, I'm— m'gonna come," she pants, in between incoherent curses and moans. She's being loud—maybe loud enough to disturb the spirits around them, but Korra can worry about that later. Her words are light and dreamy as she speaks. "K–Korra, I'm there. Oh—" And then her body goes loose under Korra's touch, and the noise she makes might possibly be the best thing Korra's ever heard.
She keeps licking at Asami's cunt, effectively fucking her through her orgasm, until Asami's hips stop rocking towards her touch. When she removes her tongue and fingers from Asami, sitting up on her knees, she can't help but admire the woman below her. Asami looks beautiful, panting with a hand thrown over her mouth.
"Hey," Korra says, grinning ear to ear as she leans down. Asami's still looking up at the night sky, winded. Korra gives her a second to collect herself, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.
Eventually, Asami looks at her, still panting. "You're so beautiful."
Korra can't help but laugh, feeling affection bubble up inside her chest. "Thank you, 'Sami," she replies, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek.
Asami smiles, throwing her arms over Korra's shoulders. She looks satisfied, and Korra couldn't be happier. "And I love you more," she adds.
Even though it isn't true, Korra lets her win.