Chapter Fourteen

"Korra…" Asami meant to sound a lot less breathless, but Korra's hips gave the slightest shift against hers, and the way Korra was holding her leg made the sensation positively delicious. Asami's voice broke with Korra's name on her lips and her hands pushed up into her lover's hair, gripping tight.

Korra leaned down as if for a kiss, but paused with her lips hovering a hair's breadth from Asami's. "I want you so bad, Asami," she breathed, giving another slight, slow rock of her hips and seeming to relish the way Asami's breath caught in her throat, the way her body writhed beneath hers. "I've wanted you since I first saw you at Air Temple Island."

"Korra," Asami all but whimpered, more than a little embarrassed that she couldn't seem to manage much more than her lover's name. She tried again, her voice unsteady. "I… I want…"

"I know," Korra purred. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting for so long." She pulled away without giving the kiss that Asami so craved - but Asami's strained sound of protest faltered when Korra's lips found her pulse point. Asami's head tipped back, her breath failing her as those lips burned where they touched, leaving a trail of hot, slow kisses up the column of her throat.

"Spirits," Asami managed weakly, her back arching to press herself eagerly into Korra's body. She grasped tightly at Korra's jacket again, giving an impatient tug. "Off," she said, her voice firmer, insistent.

She felt Korra smirk against her skin, and would have protested when the southerner pulled away if she hadn't been distracted by Korra's hands unbuttoning her jacket and shrugging away the heavy outer layer.

"Better?" Korra asked, dropping her jacket to the floor.

Asami shook her head, lower lip catching between her teeth.

"No?" Korra's hand lifted to the high neck of her sleeveless shirt and started to peel the material apart, stopping just before the split reached her collarbone. "You want this gone, too?"

Asami nodded, eyes fixed hungrily on that split of skin between the folds of Korra's shirt.

Korra's smirk was devilish. "As you wish, Princess," she said - but went about pulling her shirt off slowly and deliberately, dragging it out until Asami gave an impatient whine beneath her. That smirk grew into a grin as Korra finally let her shirt fall from her shoulders and tossed it after her jacket.

Asami swallowed thickly, eyes scoring over Korra's torso. Her chest was still covered by white linen bindings, but the sharp cut of her abs and the lines of her hips were all too visible, and Asami knew her eyes were dark with hunger as she drank in the sight of her.

"Is this what you wanted?" Korra asked eventually, giving Asami ample time to stare.

"Yes," Asami breathed, but then she looked back at the wrappings still concealing most of Korra's torso from view. "No," she amended, forcing herself to lift her gaze further, meeting Korra's eyes.

Korra held that stare as she started unwrapping her bindings, as slowly and torturously as she'd removed her shirt, and when the last few strips finally fell away, the sight of Korra's heavy, round breasts falling free of their bindings sent a pulse of want straight between Asami's thighs.

Unable to resist, Asami pushed herself up, the shift bringing her right to where she wanted to be. Glancing up to catch Korra's eyes once again, she closed her lips around an already hardening nipple, the slight slackening of Korra's jaw and the small, approving groan that escaped in response spurring her on. She let her tongue flick lazily over the trapped bud, hands moving to smooth over Korra's stomach; the hardness that met her touch coaxed out a soft moan of her own and her fingers flexed slightly as they moved up, greedily exploring every inch of her lover's bared torso.

"Asami…" Korra panted softly, hips giving a slight rock against Asami's. In a sudden reversal of position, Korra's hands started pushing at the shoulders of Asami's jacket, and Asami let herself pull back to strip out of it with rather less restraint than Korra had shown. Tempting as it may have been to tease Korra in return, the overwhelming need to feel skin on skin won out. Within moments Asami was negligently tossing her jacket and shirt away, but before she could reach around to unclasp her bra, Korra's hands were on her shoulders, gently pushing her down onto her back again. She went willingly, peering up at Korra with hooded eyes and watching as the southerner's gaze scored hungrily over her bare torso.

"Beautiful," Korra breathed, her voice tinged with more than mere lust. Asami's breath caught in her throat as her lover's eyes finally found hers again. "You are so beautiful, Asami." Korra's gaze held hers, and for a fleeting moment Asami felt that she would disappear without those eyes on her.

Finally, unable to bear what little distance lingered between them any longer, Asami lifted her head in search of Korra's lips - only to meet air as the southerner teasingly pulled away. An embarrassingly pitiful whine broke from Asami before she could stop it, and Korra's breath brushed over her still-parted lips as she chuckled. "You want to kiss me?" Korra asked softly, leaning in as if to give Asami what she wanted, letting her lips just barely touch Asami's but pulling back without making any real contact.

"Yes," Asami panted, hands sliding up to cup either side of Korra's jaw in an attempt to pull her in, but Korra continued to resist, lips parted in a wide grin.

"So kiss me," she purred, and Asami couldn't fight back the frustrated sound that escaped as she failed to do as challenged.

Just when Asami was on the verge of dragging Korra to her by her damn hair, those lips finally found hers and she surged up against them, a weak moan breaking the silence as teeth scored hard against lips in their eagerness. Asami's hands shot up to clasp at Korra's back, digging her nails in hard before dragging them down her lover's back; Korra's body arched fluidly with the movement, a strained groan muffled between them when the motion culminated in her hips grinding hard into Asami's. Asami reached down to grasp hard at Korra's ass, dragging the southerner repeatedly against herself in an almost frantic rhythm, but Korra only allowed it for a moment before she was pulling away again.

Again, Asami started to protest, and again she was cut off as Korra flipped her onto her stomach. She went willingly, shimmying her hips as Korra went about freeing her from her pants, until she was spread out naked before her.

For a moment, Korra did nothing, and Asami cast a glance back over her shoulder. She became aware of her parted lips and flushed cheeks only when Korra's gaze found hers and the southerner grabbed Asami's hips, pulling her onto her knees. Asami pressed her torso further into the mattress, arching herself invitingly toward Korra, and was rewarded with a heady groan of approval.

Korra's hands slid up the inside of Asami's thighs and Asami felt herself tremble as they rose higher, only to fall away again and push her legs further apart. She let out a heavy pant, pushing her face into the pillow and giving an impatient rock as Korra's hands rose again, trying to force them where she wanted them to go.

"Goodness," Korra remarked, her tone mild but her voice rough with lust. "It's almost as if you want something, Princess."

Asami half-groaned, half-whined into her pillow.

"What is it you want, hm?" Korra asked, fingertips trailing teasing patterns against Asami's inner thighs.

Though Asami's face burned with the question, she lifted her head to look over her shoulder at her lover. "I want you to touch me," she breathed.

"Oh?" Korra's hands finally slid higher, and when her index finger glided effortlessly over Asami's already soaking wet clit, Asami saw stars. "Is that all?"

"Fuck," she hissed, rocking her hips hard against Korra's hand and crying out when the southerner didn't pull away, the extra contact making her head swim.

Korra leaned over, lips brushing over the back of Asami's shoulder. "What was that, Princess? I didn't quite hear you." Her middle finger joined her index in sliding firmly over Asami's clit, her hips instinctively rocking slowly back and forth with their movement, making Asami rock slightly into her pillow.

Asami's thoughts scattered to the winds with that torturously good motion, and it took several long moments for her to regain them. Once again, she looked back over her shoulder, her heart leaping into her throat when she saw how close Korra's face was to hers.

"Fuck me, Korra," she purred, and the southerner's eyes practically glazed over with lust. Without ceremony, she pulled her fingers back just enough to position them against Asami's entrance and thrust forward, meeting little resistance as her lover's arousal immediately coated her fingers.

Korra's groan of approval was drowned out by Asami's strained cries of pleasure as those probing digits immediately grazed over the most sensitive place inside her. Korra immediately struck up a merciless pace, hard enough to rock the bed against the wall, and though the movement of her fingers was haphazard, overwhelmed by need, it worked; Asami found herself biting down hard on the pillow in an attempt to stifle her screams, her hands gripping the sheets so hard they felt in danger of tearing.

"Spirits, Asami," Korra panted, straightening and grasping Asami's hip with her free hand to drag her hips back with every forward thrust of her hand. "You feel so good."

Asami felt herself clasp hard around Korra's fingers and the southerner groaned her approval, quickening her pace. Asami's cries became almost frantic as she realised she was already on the verge of her climax, but she wanted it too badly to be embarrassed by it; and when Korra's blunt nails dug in against her hip and she murmured her encouragement - "Fuck, I can feel how close you are" - Asami's body shattered.

Her orgasm rocked her to her core, her inner walls clamped so tight that Korra's fingers all but stopped moving, unable to fight their hold. Her hips bucked wildly, her voice cracking and breaking with the force of her scream, her lips starting to form her lover's name and faltering midway. Her whole body seized and trembled in waves, so violently she thought she might pass out; but then the last shock of her orgasm faded and she fell limp against the blankets, breathless.

Korra lingered inside her for several long moments, even as she leaned over and trailed slow, lazy kisses up Asami's spine. Asami shivered a little and bit out a pathetic mewling sound, but couldn't bring herself to move, even to embrace Korra, no matter how much she wanted to.

"You okay, Princess?" Korra asked, voice muffled slightly against the back of her shoulder.

Asami couldn't help a weak laugh, and managed to nod her head. "Better than okay," she agreed dreamily.

Korra chuckled, leaning up to nuzzle a kiss to the back of Asami's neck as she carefully pulled her fingers free. Asami breathed out a warm sound, finally finding the strength to roll over and pull Korra down for a slow, sweet kiss.

"I love you," Korra murmured against her lips, and Asami couldn't have fought back her smile if she tried.

"I love you too, Korra." She allowed herself a moment to bask in Korra's gaze before she forced her eyes to drop, a single eyebrow arching. "This, however," she hummed, reaching down to trail her fingers around the line of Korra's still-present pants, "is unforgivable."

Korra chuckled again even as she stole another kiss. "I got distracted."

"So fix it," Asami demanded, smile broadening into an impish grin.

Korra smirked, pushing herself up onto her knees. "Yes, your highness," she drawled, hooking her thumbs into her pants and slowly dragging them down.

"You enjoy teasing, don't you?" Asami remarked mildly, even as her eyes followed hungrily the movement of the soft blue material over Korra's smooth brown skin.

"The reactions are worth it," Korra shrugged, flashing a knowing smirk as she pushed herself up to rid herself of her pants entirely. Lowering herself back to her knees, she slid her hands over her muscular thighs, her eyes never leaving Asami's face. "Better?"

"Much," Asami agreed, reaching out for her. Korra leaned forward obligingly, and Asami leaned up for a kiss - only to shift her weight and throw Korra onto her back, reversing their positions.

Korra let out a startled sound, but was laughing by the time her back hit the mattress. "Got some tricks up your sleeve, huh Princess?"

"You have no idea," Asami purred, grinning as she moved to straddle Korra's hips.

"I think I might like to find out," Korra said, her eyes dropping to watch as Asami's core settled against her own.

"Oh?" Asami asked, giving a slow, tantalising rock of her hips. "Is that so?"

Korra's head pressed back into the pillow as she bit out a groan. "Yeah," she agreed rather distractedly.

Asami's lower lip caught between her teeth as she watched Korra's reactions, stifling her own moans as her wetness quickly soaked Korra's lips. Leaning forward, she dropped onto one arm, her long, silky hair falling down to curtain them both. "I think that can be arranged," she breathed, trapping Korra's lip between her teeth and rolling her hips again.

Korra's hands found Asami's hips and gripped tight, trying to pull Asami into a more constant rhythm, but Asami fought against the insistent southerner's grasp, letting herself rock against her lover in deliberately faltering patterns. When Korra gave a frustrated little growl, Asami pulled up slightly to smirk at her. "Goodness," she said, imitating Korra's earlier tease. "It's almost as if you want something."

"I'd have thought that would be obvious by now." Though the remark was rather snide, Korra's tone was almost pleading.

Instead of continuing the torment as Korra had done, Asami pushed herself back up again, catching and holding Korra's gaze. Her lower lip found its way back between her teeth, and she watched Korra's eyes flicker to her mouth, the southerner's lips parted with desire. Slowly, her hips started rocking with more determination than before, and when Korra's head started to tip back with her groan, Asami reached up to push her fingers back through her hair, tipping her head back and letting out a sultry moan. She felt Korra's stare return to her almost immediately, and when she dropped her arms to lean back against the southerner's thighs, her instinct was confirmed by those eyes immediately catching and holding her own.

They didn't stay there for long; the moment Asami's body started rolling with the movement of her hips Korra's gaze dropped, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips hungrily as she stared, her own hips starting to match the movement of Asami's, desperately seeking friction.

As much as she longed to prolong the torture, Asami couldn't resist forever. She slowly came to a halt and shifted, pushing Korra's thighs apart and moving up between them, brushing a trail of languid kisses up her lover's stomach. Her fingertips teased the southerner's soaking wet lips until she was rewarded with a strangled moan, and she glanced up, once again meeting Korra's gaze. She held it, unwavering, as she slowly pushed her middle and index fingers inside.

Korra sucked in a breath and her back arched slightly, and when Asami started to move her fingers that breath was released on a high-pitched exclamation. "Fuck, Asami," Korra panted, her hips rolling with the movement of Asami's fingers.

"That's the plan," Asami purred before her lips found their way back to Korra's chest. Her lips closed over a hardened nipple exactly when she pushed her thumb over Korra's clit, and was rewarded with a sound she was sure would wake the entire house. She was almost as sure she didn't care.

Asami tried to maintain a hard, steady pace, but Korra's breathless moans were too delicious to pass up. Before long she was all but rutting against Korra in her eagerness, driving her fingers relentlessly to coax out more of those sounds and being richly rewarded for her effort. Korra's legs lifted to brace her feet against the mattress either side of Asami's hips, bucking hard against her hand, and with every sudden clasp of Korra's inner walls around her fingers Asami picked up her pace, renewed the angle of her fingers, pressed harder with her thumb -

Korra came so suddenly that for a moment, Asami wasn't even sure she was coming - that is until her back arched sharply from the bed and she clamped down hard around Asami's fingers, and Asami immediately understood why Korra had been unable to move during her own climax. She struggled to keep pressure where it was needed, driving Korra through every last wave of her orgasm and watching intently the erratic buck and roll of the southerner's body as it rode those waves.

Finally, Korra fell limp, and Asami leaned down to trail kisses along Korra's collarbone while her lover regained her breath.

They lingered together in silence for several long moments, Asami's chin resting between Korra's breasts as she watched the southerner recover.

"Not ready to leave yet, hm?" Korra asked eventually, peering down to flash a grin as she tightened a little around Asami's fingers.

Asami hummed a warm sound, curling her fingers forward slightly in response and smirking when Korra gave a soft moan. "Not yet," she agreed, turning to brush her lips over the side of Korra's breast.

Korra's hands found their way into Asami's hair, stroking lightly. "Take all the time you need." She grinned. "Just maybe don't fall asleep like that."

Asami lifted her head, arching a slender eyebrow at Korra. "Sleep?" She asked archly. "Oh, no. I'm nowhere near done with you yet."