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"You're gonna help me memorize, Korra?"
Flush darkens Korra's cheeks. She arches beneath Asami's hand. "Huh? Like this?"
"What do you mean?" Asami murmurs, smiling a tad mischievously. Her lips gently map Korra's naked, brown skin. "You look... perfect."
Outside, warm island rain carries the scent of the fresh golden jasmine leaves. Her and Asami haven't dried off yet. But their clothes discarded. "The... hahh, hh," Korra utters, feeling two of Asami's fingers curling in and out of her. "Head of the Qi family's name?"
Asami straddles deeper, pleasantly humming. "Trick question: Noodin Qi, and his son Hanta."
Future Industries wants to build infrastructure projects to help, and sell mechas for cost-cutting farming, Asami insists. Korra wants to support her. Even if it means borrowing one of Jinora's fully grown sky bison. Twinkle Starchild listens well to commands.
"And the Jin family does, mm...?"
Giggling, Asami clenches her fingers instead of curling, and Korra sees sparks. "They manage the business of drying and cutting tea leaves."
Korra moans with the sensation of Asami's other hand deep inside:
"Asami, I love yoouuuuuhh..."
"I love you. Can we get married soon?"
In the middle of a kiss, Korra's eyes widen open, staring up at Asami's face flushing again.
Thunder penetrates the silence.
"Not...here I mean," Asami says quietly, easing herself from Korra. Oil drips. "I don't see myself with anyone else but you, Korra."
She wipes her hands before taking Korra's, holding yearningly, their fingers slotting and interlocking.
"I would choose you every time."
Korra presses her lips to Asami's neck over and over in a 'yes'. "Spirits, my parents are gonna be relentless about keeping everything traditional..."
"Sounds perfect, Korra."
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