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The polished marble floor of Asami’s mansion felt unnervingly solid beneath Korra’s boots as she paced the length of the sitting room. Moonlight streamed through the tall windows, painting silver stripes across the antique rug.
Her gaze kept drifting back to Asami, who stood near the ornate liquor cabinet, her posture a little stiff. The silence between them hummed louder than the city outside.
"Hold on," Asami said suddenly, her voice a touch too bright. She turned, forcing a chuckle that sounded brittle even to her own ears. "I think I might still have some wine around here if Yin hasn’t gotten all of it already." She gestured vaguely toward the cabinet, avoiding Korra’s eyes.
Korra’s laugh echoed hers, warm but tinged with disbelief. "Yin?" She raised an eyebrow, a playful grin spreading. "She drinks that much?"
Asami abruptly spun to face her, eyes wide with mock seriousness. "You have no idea," she declared, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "She drinks her own grandkids under the table!"
Their shared laughter burst forth then, genuine and freeing after a moment of hilariously dramatic silence, dissolving the awkward tension like morning mist. Korra’s shoulders relaxed, the easy familiarity washing over her as Asami’s own smile softened, losing its sharp edge.
Asami turned back to the cabinet, rummaging past crystal decanters with renewed purpose. "Ah-ha!" she exclaimed softly, triumphantly pulling out a slender, dust-coated bottle of deep ruby liquid. "Found it." She held it up, the moonlight catching the rich color.
Her eyes met Korra’s, a flicker of something unreadable passing between them before she looked away with a clear of her suddenly very dry throat, searching for glasses. She found two crystal tumblers tucked behind a decanter, their facets catching the moonlight.
Her grip slippery with the corkscrew, her fingers trembled slightly as she wrestled it into the cork. A soft grunt escaped her lips as she twisted, the cork yielding with a muffled pop. She poured the deep red wine on each glass halfway, the liquid glinting like dark jewels in the low light.
Korra accepted hers with a quiet murmur of thanks as Asami sat down beside her. She wasn't much for drinking, but tonight, with Asami's fingers brushing hers as she handed over the glass, the warmth spreading through her chest had little to do with the alcohol. She took a tentative sip, the rich, earthy flavor blooming on her tongue.
The silence stretched, thick and charged, until Asami broke it, her voice softer now, almost hesitant. "So," she began, clearing her throat again, "Do you think Opal's planning to forgive Bolin anytime soon? Or will he need more than his usual puppy eyes?"
Korra chuckled, the sound low and warm in the stillness. "Knowing Bolin? He'll probably try composing another terrible poem." She leaned back against the polished wood of the cabinet. "Or doing some other silly act of declaring his 'undying love'"
Asami hummed against the rim of her glass, taking a deliberate sip, hoping the liquid courage would steady her nerves. "Not sure that'll do it this time," she murmured, a wry smile touching her lips as she thought of Opal's furious expression. "She's really mad."
She watched Korra take a hesitant sip of her own wine, the Avatar's nose wrinkling almost imperceptibly at the unfamiliar bite. A knowing smirk tugged at Asami's mouth, but she stayed quiet, savoring the private moment. "I've never seen her so angry," she added, her gaze lingering on Korra's profile.
Korra's face turned contemplative as she stared into the middle distance, the moonlight catching the faint lines of exhaustion and something deeper around her eyes. A quiet, defeated sigh escaped her lips, so soft it was almost lost in the room's silence, her shoulders slumped subtly.
"Korra?" Asami asked, her voice tentative, softer than she intended. She placed her glass down on the cabinet with a gentle clink, the sound sharp in the quiet room. She scooched closer, her hand hovering near Korra's arm but not quite touching. "What is it?"
Korra didn't look at her, her gaze fixed on the moonlit stripes painting the rug. "I just..." she began, her voice thick, rough around the edges like worn stone. She swallowed hard, the sound audible in the stillness. "I feel like I've missed so much."
Finally, she turned her head, her eyes lifting to meet Asami's.
Spirits. Asami hadn't planned on getting lost in them right then, not in the middle of this fragile conversation. But they were just so blue — a deep, turbulent ocean blue that stole Asami's breath away.
"I've missed you all so much," Korra whispered, the words raw, scraping out of her throat.
Her lips parted again, trembling slightly, as if she was gathering courage to unleash a torrent held back for years. But the words choked off. She just stared, her eyes pleading, lost.
Asami snapped out of her reverie, though Korra’s eyes still held her captive in their magical blue hue. The raw ache in Korra’s voice echoed the hollow spaces in her own chest.
"It wasn’t your fault," Asami murmured, her hand finally settling on Korra’s forearm, feeling the coiled tension beneath the skin and doing her best not to focus on how muscular it felt. "You had no choice. Everyone knows you would’ve rushed back if you could. You needed time to heal."
Korra’s gaze dropped to Asami’s hand resting on her arm, the simple touch sent a jolt through her, warm and grounding. She inhaled deeply, steadying herself.
"I just..." Korra began, her voice thick, the words catching, for a dizzying second, all she could think was how agonizingly good it felt to be this close to Asami again, to feel the heat radiating from her. The calming breath she took shuddered out of her, useless against the sudden tightness in her chest. Her eyes lifted, locking onto Asami’s with startling intensity. "I missed you so much, Asami."
The raw confession hung between them, charged and undeniable. Asami’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening almost imperceptibly on Korra’s arm. The air crackled, thick with everything unsaid for years. Korra didn’t look away, her blue eyes wide, vulnerable, and blazing with a heat that mirrored the flush creeping up Asami’s neck.
That single word — you — landed like a physical blow, stripping away every pretense, every carefully constructed wall Asami had built around her own desperate longing.
Slowly, deliberately, Korra turned her arm beneath Asami’s touch, her calloused palm sliding up to cradle Asami’s hand. Her thumb brushed the delicate skin of Asami’s inner wrist, tracing the frantic pulse point there.
"More than anything," Korra breathed, the words rough with need. "Every damn night." Her gaze, intense and unwavering, held Asami’s, stripping away any pretense of distance. The air crackled, thick with the scent of wine and the unspoken heat radiating between them.
Asami’s breath caught in her throat. The raw vulnerability in Korra’s eyes mirrored her own desperate yearning.
"Korra," she whispered, her free hand lifting almost of its own accord, fingertips trembling as they brushed a stray strand of dark hair from Korra’s temple. The contact was feather-light, yet it sent a visible shiver through Korra’s frame. "I missed you too," Asami confessed, her voice barely audible. "Every single day."
Korra’s breath hitched, a ragged sound in the stillness. Her gaze flickered down to Asami’s lips, then back up, blue eyes wide and searching, filled with a vulnerability Asami had never seen before. "I need to know I'm not imagining this," Korra breathed out, meaning it to be a light joke, except it came out raw, laced with fear, stripping away any pretense. Her thumb stilled on Asami’s wrist, her grip tightening almost imperceptibly.
Asami didn’t hesitate. She moved without thought, guided only by the fierce, protective ache blooming in her chest, and maybe only a little by liquid courage. Her hand slid from Korra’s temple to cup the strong line of her jaw, fingers splaying against warm skin. Leaning in, she closed the scant distance between them and pressed her lips to Korra’s.
It wasn’t tentative. It was an answer, a promise, a grounding force. Korra’s lips were softer than Asami had imagined — and oh did she imagine it, yielding under hers with a sharp intake of breath that melted into a low, shuddering sigh.
The taste of wine lingered, sweet and dark, mingling with the salt of unshed tears on Korra’s cheek that Asami hadn’t noticed until now. Korra’s hand tightened around hers, fingers intertwining, pulling Asami closer until their bodies aligned, separated only by thin layers of fabric.
The kiss deepened, slow and searching, a silent conversation of relief and longing that echoed the years of stolen glances and stifled words. Asami felt Korra’s tension dissolve, replaced by a trembling surrender as she kissed back, her free hand coming up to tangle in Asami’s hair.
The world narrowed to the soft slide of lips, the shared warmth of breath, the frantic pulse beating beneath Asami’s palm where it still cradled Korra’s jaw. When they finally broke apart, both breathing raggedly, Korra’s eyes were dark pools, reflecting the moonlight, and Asami’s own stunned desire.
"Definitely not imagining," Korra rasped, her voice rough with emotion and the lingering taste of wine. A shaky, disbelieving laugh escaped her. Her gaze dropped to Asami’s mouth again, then swept lower, lingering on the flushed skin of her throat, the rapid rise and fall of her chest beneath the silk blouse.
Asami’s fingers tightened in Korra’s hair, pulling her back in. this kiss was different, hungrier, desperate. Korra met it with equal fervor, her hands sliding down Asami’s back, bunching the fine fabric as she pulled her impossibly closer. The low groan that vibrated against Asami’s lips sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in her belly.
Korra’s mouth left Asami’s to trail scorching kisses down her jawline, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin beneath her ear.
"You feel..." Korra murmured against her throat, her breath hot, "...even better than I dreamed." Her hands slid lower, gripping Asami’s hips, pulling her flush against the hard lines of Korra’s body. The friction drew a sharp gasp from Asami, her head falling back.
"Korra," Asami breathed, her voice thick with need. She tangled her fingers in Korra’s tunic, tugging it upwards, desperate to feel skin. Korra leaned back just enough to help, yanking the garment over her head and tossing it aside. Moonlight washed over the defined muscles of her shoulders, still prominent despite the clear weight loss, the curve of her breasts beneath a simple binding wrap.
Asami’s gaze traced every line, every scar, her touch following in equal measures of reverence and possessiveness. "You’re beautiful," she whispered, her thumb brushing the edge of the wrap. Korra’s answering smile was fierce, her eyes blazing. "Show me," she demanded, her voice dropping to a husky rasp.
With a sudden, fluid motion, Korra bent and hoisted Asami up, her strong arms locking beneath Asami’s thighs. Asami yelped, wrapping her legs instinctively around Korra’s waist, the world tilting as her back pressed against the cool wood of the liquor cabinet.
Their mouths crashed together again — no longer soft exploration, but a raw, wet collision of pent-up need. Tongues tangled, breaths mingled in sharp gasps, the taste of wine and salt and pure Korra flooding Asami’s senses. It was primal, a silent scream of years apart dissolving into heat.
Korra broke the kiss just long enough to rasp against Asami’s swollen lips, her voice rough and strained "Your room— fuck, where?"
Asami, dizzy, breathless, managed a choked, "Left— down the hall" before Korra’s mouth reclaimed hers, swallowing the rest of the directions in a deep, claiming kiss.
Korra moved with purpose, carrying Asami effortlessly out of the sitting room, her steps sure and swift despite the precious burden, navigating the familiar mansion with surprising ease even in the dim moonlight.
Asami clung tighter, burying her face in the crook of Korra’s neck, inhaling the scent of sun and salt and her, a scent she’d only ever dreamed of this close. Her lips found the strong column of Korra’s throat, tasting skin, tracing the rapid pulse hammering there.
She felt Korra’s sharp intake of breath, the tightening of arms around her thighs, and a low, possessive growl vibrated against her lips. The sound sent a fresh jolt of liquid heat straight down to Asami’s core.
Korra kicked open the bedroom door, the sound echoing sharply in the quiet hallway. Moonlight flooded the space, illuminating the familiar expanse of Asami’s large bed. Korra didn’t pause, striding across the plush rug and lowering Asami onto the cool silk sheets with surprising gentleness, her eyes never leaving Asami’s face, dark and hungry. She followed her down, bracing herself on strong arms, the heat of her body radiating through Asami’s thin blouse.
"Finally," Korra breathed, the word ragged, her gaze tracing Asami’s flushed skin, the rapid rise and fall of her chest. "You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this." Her gentle thumb brushed the swell of Asami’s breast, eliciting a sharp gasp.
Asami arched into the touch, her hands sliding up Korra’s bare back, feeling the powerful muscles shift beneath sweat-damp skin. "Show me," she demanded, her voice husky, fingers fumbling with the clasp of her own blouse.
Korra’s hands covered hers, stilling them. "Let me," she murmured, her voice low and rough as she deftly undid the buttons, peeling the silk away with agonizing slowness, her knuckles grazing the sensitive skin beneath.
The cool air hit Asami’s exposed skin, followed immediately by the searing heat of Korra’s mouth closing over her nipple through the lace of her bra. A ragged cry tore from Asami’s throat as Korra sucked, hard, her tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to send electric shocks straight to Asami’s core.
Korra’s free hand slid down, bunching Asami’s skirt around her hips, fingers tracing the edge of her damp panties before slipping beneath. A ragged gasp tore from Korra’s lips as her fingertips met scorching wetness.
"Shit, Asami," she practically moaned, her voice thick with awe, the touch sending waves of pleasure through her own body that felt electric, primal. "You’re so—"
"Korra," Asami interrupted, breathless and achingly beautiful in her ruin, her hips arching off the silk sheets, chasing Korra’s touch. Her fingers tangled in Korra’s hair, pulling her closer. "Please, don’t tease me."
Korra didn’t hesitate. Her fingers plunged deep, curling inward, finding that perfect spot with unerring certainty. Asami cried out, a sharp, desperate sound that echoed off the high ceiling as her body bowed off the bed.
Korra watched, mesmerized, as every tremor, every gasp, every clench around her fingers mapped Asami’s unraveling — the frantic flutter of her eyelids, the desperate bite of her lower lip, the sweat-slicked skin gleaming in the moonlight.
"Spirits Asami," Korra breathed, her voice thick with reverence and need, her thumb circling Asami’s clit with relentless, perfect pressure as her fingers worked deeper, curling just so. "You're look so perfect like this." The praise spilled from her lips, each word a brand stoking the fire consuming Asami, whom arched higher, a choked sob escaping her as pleasure coiled tight, unbearable, her fingers clawing at Korra’s shoulders.
"K-Korra—!" It was less a name and more a plea, a shattered prayer torn from her throat. Korra leaned down, capturing Asami’s cry with her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing the sound as her fingers drove harder, faster, relentless.
"Let go," she commanded against Asami’s lips, her voice a low, possessive growl. "Come for me, gorgeous girl." The words were both demand and benediction, the final thread snapping as Asami shattered, convulsing around Korra’s hand, her cry muffled against Korra’s loving mouth, waves of blinding ecstasy tearing through her. She clung to Korra, trembling violently, every nerve alight.
Korra eased her through the aftershocks, fingers gentling but still buried deep, her thumb tracing lazy circles as she kissed the sweat-damp skin of Asami’s temple. "Beautiful," she breathed, reverence thick in her voice as she eased herself out of her. "You're so beautiful."
She watched, mesmerized, as Asami’s eyelids fluttered open, gaze hazy and unfocused, lips kiss-swollen and parted.
"You're crying?" Asami's voice rasped, rough and spent as consciousness fully returned. Her fingers, trembling slightly, brushed Korra's cheekbone where wetness glistened.
Korra blinked, startled. She hadn't noticed the tears spilling over. Embarrassed, she tried wiping her face hastily with her forearm, but Asami’s hands were faster, cupping her jaw with surprising strength, her expression open and etched with visible worry.
"Happy tears!" Korra promised, hoping the raw sincerity in her voice would ease Asami’s concern. A watery laugh escaped her, shaky and disbelieving. "I just..." Her voice hitched, shattered a little as the tears stubbornly continued, tracing paths down her cheeks despite her efforts. "I can't believe this is happening. That I'm here. That you want me like this."
Her gaze dropped to where their bodies were still intimately joined, heat flooding her face anew. "After everything... after how long I made you wait..." The words trailed off into a choked whisper, thick with overwhelming emotion. She leaned into Asami's touch, the warmth of her palms a grounding anchor against the storm of feeling threatening to sweep her away.
Asami’s own breath hitched, a soft hiccup catching in her throat. Her thumbs brushed Korra’s tears away with infinite tenderness, as if she was holding her entire world with her hands — and maybe she truly was.
"I would have waited another three years, Korra," she breathed, surprising herself with the raw, absolute truth of it. The certainty resonated deep within her bones. "But I'm happy too." Her voice softened, filled with wonder as she cradled Korra’s face like the most precious artifact in the world. "I've been thinking of this with you... dreaming of it... for so long."
"You have?" Korra whispered, genuine astonishment etching lines of confusion across her features. Her blue eyes searched Asami’s, wide and disbelieving.
A low, watery chuckle escaped Asami, her own tears finally spilling over, tracing paths down her cheeks to mingle with Korra’s. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against Korra’s, their breaths mingling.
"You really have no idea, do you?" Her voice was thick with affection. "Just how much I've been wanting you. Every single day." The confession hung between them, simple and profound, finally laying bare the depth of yearning that had simmered beneath the surface for years. "I'll show you."
And then Asami's mouth was on Korra's again, though this time the kiss was tender, needy in its own even if not as desperate as it had been earlier. It felt like a promise, a slow claiming that had Korra melting into it, into Asami, her entire body softening as if the last shreds of tension dissolved under Asami's lips. Her hands, trembling slightly, slid up Korra's sweat-slicked sides, fingers finding the knot of the binding wrap over her chest.
Asami worked at it with deliberate slowness, her mouth leaving Korra's lips to trail scorching kisses down the strong column of her throat. She found Korra's pulse point, hammering wildly beneath the skin, and latched onto it, sucking gently, tasting salt and desperation.
A soft, choked "Ah" escaped Korra's lips, her head falling back, exposing more of her throat in surrender. The binding wrap loosened under Asami's deft fingers, the fabric finally giving way as Asami pulled the knot free.
The wrap fell open, revealing the smooth, taut skin beneath, the curve of Korra's supple breasts. Asami paused, her breath catching as she drank in the sight — the powerful lines softened by moonlight, the faint scars telling stories Korra rarely shared.
Her gaze lifted, meeting Korra's wide, expectant eyes, dark pools reflecting the raw need shimmering between them. A possessive thrill shot through Asami as she saw the flush deepening on Korra's skin, the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
"You're breathtaking," Asami murmured, the words thick with reverence. Her hands slid beneath the loosened wrap, pushing it aside completely, her palms finally meeting the warm, bare skin of Korra's ribs.
She felt Korra shudder violently beneath her touch, a low groan rumbling in her chest. Asami leaned down, her lips brushing the sensitive skin just above Korra's collarbone, then lower, tracing the swell of her breast with feather-light kisses.
Korra gasped, her hands flying to Asami’s shoulders, fingers digging in as if anchoring herself against the onslaught of sensation. "Asami—" she choked out, her voice ragged, the plea hanging unfinished in the charged air. Her hips arched instinctively off the bed, seeking friction, seeking more.
Asami responded by closing her mouth over a taut nipple, sucking firmly, her tongue swirling in a rhythm that drew another sharp cry from Korra, her body bowing beautifully beneath Asami’s touch.
Her free hand slid lower, tracing the powerful defined lines of Korra’s abdomen, feeling every muscle clench beneath sweat-slicked skin before slipping beneath the waistband of Korra’s trousers. The desperate heat she encountered there made Korra gasp, her hips jerking upward.
"Please," Korra choked out, fingers twisting in the sheets, her voice raw and stripped bare. "Asami, I need—" The words dissolved into a ragged moan as Asami’s fingers slid deeper, curling expertly, finding the spot that made Korra’s entire body shudder violently.
Asami lifted her head from Korra’s breast, her lips swollen and glistening. Her gaze locked onto Korra’s, fierce and possessive. "Tell me," she commanded, her voice low and rough, fingers still moving with relentless precision inside Korra. "Tell me how much you want this."
Korra’s hips bucked wildly. "So much— fuck— every night," she gasped and moaned, tears blurring her vision again. "Dreamed of your hands... your mouth... ahh, just like this!" Her confession tore through her, raw and desperate.
Asami’s lips curled into a triumphant smile against Korra’s skin. The thought of Korra, alone at night and aching for Asami just as much as Asami had been for her sent fresh surge of possessive heat straight through her core. She doubled down, fingers plunging deeper, thumb circling Korra’s clit with relentless, perfect pressure. Korra’s cries grew sharper, more ragged, her thighs trembling violently around Asami’s hand.
"Shit, Korra," Asami breathed against her ear, voice thick with awe and desire. "You feel incredible." She felt Korra tightening impossibly around her fingers, the wet heat overwhelming, her hips lifting off the bed in frantic, jerky thrusts.
Every gasp, every tremor, every choked sob told Asami exactly how close she was. Korra’s fingers clawed at the sheets, knuckles white, her entire body coiled like a spring about to snap.
"Asami—!" Korra’s cry was a shattered plea, her back arching off the silk sheets. Her eyes flew wide, locking onto Asami’s with pure, unguarded need and terror just before the wave crashed. Asami held her gaze fiercely, fingers relentless, refusing to let her look away as Korra finally shattered.
A raw, guttural sound ripped from Korra’s throat as she convulsed, her body seizing, clenching rhythmically around Asami’s hand. Waves of ecstasy visibly tore through her, leaving her trembling, gasping, utterly undone beneath Asami’s unwavering touch.
Asami gentled her movements, easing Korra through the aftershocks with the same patient reverence Korra had shown her moments before. Her thumb slowed its circles, fingers softening inside Korra as the violent tremors gradually subsided into deep, shuddering breaths. Slowly, carefully, she withdrew her hand, leaving Korra panting and spent against the rumpled silk.
Korra rolled onto her back, eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving as she fought to reclaim her breath. Sweat glistened on her brow, moonlight catching the tear tracks drying on her flushed cheeks.
Without much of a conscious thought, Asami shifted, curling instinctively against Korra’s side, tucking her head beneath Korra’s strong jaw. Korra’s arm came up immediately, wrapping possessively around Asami’s waist, pulling her close with a sigh that sounded like pure, exhausted contentment.
In that quiet closeness, skin pressed to skin, Korra’s steady heartbeat thudding against her ear, Asami felt it — a profound, bone-deep certainty settling over her like a warm blanket. This was belonging. It didn't feel like just love, though love burned fiercely within her, it felt like it was something deeper, quieter, more fundamental in the very sense of the sentiment, as if every fractured piece of her world had finally clicked perfectly into place.
She was exactly where she was meant to be.
Korra’s lips brushed softly against the crown of her hair, a tender grace. The simple gesture shattered the last lingering doubt: the fierce, brilliant, impossible woman of her wildest dreams loved her back. Truly. Completely. The realization bloomed warm and bright, filling the hollow spaces years of longing had carved within her.
And this night, Asami fell asleep with a smile.