Author's Note: So, I've decided to try my hand at a slightly different kind of fic. This is a Korrasami fic with mentions of Naga; though Naga is not technically involved for those of you who might be a bit squicked by such a thing. This story is designed to explore the sexuality and acceptance of each other despite some differences in their relationship when it comes to what they each prefer.

Hope you enjoy!

"It's happening again?"

"Asami, I-...I'm sorry. I can't...I just can't." A defeated and rather sweaty Avatar gasped and slumped where she was on her knees, her hands dropping from her girlfriend's waist to clutch at the bed sheets.

"This is getting to be a habit. I'm starting to think that-"

"I know! I'm sorry! I'm sorry...I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm trying. I really am!"

"I know, Korra." Asami soothed. The pathetic look on the water tribe girl's face was enough to forgive her on the spot. "I'm sorry too. I just don't understand what I'm doing wrong. You're taking care of me, and I can't do anything for you. I feel like a terrible girlfriend."

"It's not you! Spirits! It's not you. I really like you, Asami. I just-...I'm-...I feel like an idiot." Korra groaned miserably, digging the heels of her palms into her eyes to fight off the hot, itchy tears of frustration that were forming.

"Well don't. I'm the one who should be feeling that way; not you. What if we-" Asami gestured for her to lie down against the pillow.

Korra quickly cut in. "No! It-...it's fine. Don't worry about it. I'll figure it out."

An awkward silence fell over the two women, one of whom clutched the wrinkled sheets close to her chest as she stared at the goosebumps forming along the dark olive tan of her partner's arms. The chill of the night wind was slowly starting to seep in through the open air temple window now that their amorous activities had ceased, threatening to send them scuttling for more suitable coverings to ward away the cold. It brought a small smile to the ruby red lips of the heiress; smudged in the heat of their kisses. Even Korra wasn't immune to the cold; soon she too would be seeking someplace to hide from the night and Asami knew that place would be in her arms. For a time she'd seek to admire the naked form of the Avatar crouched upon the end of her bed, sculpted in the silvery moonlight like some kind of ethereal creature that had taken human form.

It was funny to her, because it was true.

Even the endless Avatar couldn't escape all the perils of a mortal life, and that included performance issues; as silly as it may have been.

Korra looked far too serious about it for her to make too many jokes about it to try and cheer her up. It had been happening far too often these days. They'd only been together for a little over a year now, but the Sato heiress was almost certain that she hadn't been able to please Korra since the first few months of their relationship when everything was new and different. It was a time when neither of them knew what to expect and when every little fleeting touch and caress was felt like a pleasant burn against their over-sensitive bodies. But now it seemed that the more they both tried to fix the problem, the more it wanted to show itself.

Still...

Asami reached out towards Korra, and gently ran her thumb across the beaten up knuckles of her hand.

"Figured it out yet, Miss Avatar?" she crooned playfully.

When the bright blue eyes of her water tribe lover finally rose to meet her gaze, Asami couldn't help but melt a little at the feeble and disheartening shake of her head that she received in reply.

"No."

"Oh, Korra."

"There's something really wrong with me, isn't there?"

"No. Don't say that. Don't ever say that. We just need to figure out what the problem is, that's all." She soothed, squeezing Korra's bicep in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. At the very least it got the Avatar to move over and lie down so that they could snuggle up together.

"Is it about Mako? I know things have been kind of weird between us since all that happened..."

"Oh spirits, no! Not him. It's not Mako. I don't think about him when you and I-...No. Just no."

"Well what else could it be? I know everything still works when you do it yourself." Asami pointed out to a horrified Korra.

"WHAT? I don't-...how do you-..."

"Korra, I know you get yourself off when you think I'm asleep. I'm not mad at you for doing that. I'm glad that you're still getting something out of it if I haven't been able to do it for you. I just feel like it's my fault, you know? Do you even still want me like that?" she sheepishly asked, afraid of what the answer might be.

Korra's hold on her the heiress tightened.

"Of course I do. I swear, Asami. I really do."

"Then why am I the only one with anything to show for it? It seems like all you get out of it is the satisfaction of seeing your handprints on my ass – which are probably going to bruise by the way, thanks – and a bit of a workout to add to it."

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't know my own strength sometimes. You gotta tell me if I'm holding you too hard."

"It's okay. I don't mind. I like it. If I didn't, then we wouldn't be together." Asami murmured, snaking one hand up between them to press to her lover's flushed cheek with a coy little smirk.

"Yeah." Korra half-heartedly agreed, though anything else she might have added was cut off with the warm caress of a pair of lips fluttering against her own with a butterfly softness.

Silence descended upon the pair afterwards for a long while as they burrowed down under the sheets and further into each other's arms to find that perfect spot to fall asleep in. Asami's cold nose pressed against the Avatar's neck, desperate to find its own place to rest where it was warm and everything smelled like Korra. That was one of the delightful benefits of having a Southern water tribe lover. Having a body next to her with a naturally high body temperature from years living in such a cold and unforgiving climate meant that she had her own personal bed warmer to snuggle up to at night no matter how cold it got outside. Sure, it was hell for the both of them in the summer, but in winter and autumn, Korra was her own little piece of paradise.

In the quiet room, Asami could feel the steady thump of the Avatar's heartbeat pressed against her chest and against her lips as they dared to caress the taut plain of her neck and shoulder. Though it gradually slowed to an athletic rhythm worthy of one that had a body like hers, Asami didn't let that stop her from trailing her hands all over her in an exploratory fashion. There was something about it that made her strangely proud of herself every time she managed to feel that little kick of Korra's heart rate speeding up again just briefly and signalling her interest. Her amused giggle prompted a quick tickle fight from the Avatar, who had poked her in the side and received one in turn. Though, their muffled laughter and the squeals from the heiress were quickly subdued when they heard a fist beating against the wall from the other room to tell them to shut up. It was a wonder they hadn't been heard during their other activities, but they were practiced hands at it now; always having to hide what they were secretly getting up to at night. Although their laughter might have quietened into soft breathing and the occasional kiss, Asami's mind was anything but silent.

"Korra?"

"Mm?" the Avatar muttered into her hair.

"If this isn't about Mako, and it's not me..."

"Yeah?"

"Well, don't take this the wrong way, but..." Asami paused, "Is this about the time I caught you with Naga?"

"WHAT?!" Korra yelped, bolting up and away from Asami as quickly as she could until she was in a tangle of sheets at the end of the bed. "NO! I- you-...I don't-...why would I-...You said we didn't have to talk about that again!" she stuttered, a dark blush tinting her tanned cheeks and spreading rapidly across her flesh as she practically choked on her words.

"Korra..."

"This is really embarrassing, Asami...Please, can we not talk about that?" the Avatar pleaded desperately. "What if someone hears?"

"Korra, it's okay. You don't have to be embarrassed about it." Asami tried to soothe, sitting up so she could get a better look at her. It was certainly a sight to behold; the all important world-balancer reduced to a naked, quivering woman curled up at the end of the bed with her face buried in her knees. "It was a natural thing to do. You were young, and...you were exploring. I mean, it's weird. But it's natural."

"It's not natural! Don't say that!" Korra hissed. "And keep your voice down! Of course it's weird. And of course I should be embarrassed! You weren't supposed to see that..." those hot pinpricks of tears were starting to itch at her eyes again, making it impossible to hold her gaze.

"Look, I'm not saying I understand. I'm just saying that I understand what got you into that situation in the first place." Asami tried to reason, though the hand that reached towards her in comfort was quickly rebuffed.

It had been quite shocking for the both of them to accidently walk in on her new girlfriend sitting on the edge of her bed with her pants around her ankles and Naga's tongue between her legs. Asami had kept her silence in the face of Korra's morbid embarrassment and relentless begging not to tell anyone, though their relationship had not been the same for quite a long time afterwards. But she had eventually gotten over it, and had never walked in on the same sight again. She'd figured that Korra had stopped after that, as it was a onetime thing and that she was perfectly happy with what she was getting from Asami. But the more time that passed the more it became clear that the water tribe girl wasn't being completely honest with her. More than a few times she'd caught her in a bare faced lie about whether she wanted more, only to receive a curt 'No' and finding her later with her hand down the front of her pants while she thought that Asami was asleep. She'd never said anything about it to Korra though. She'd just let her get on with it and let her believe she was being sneaky. But now she wasn't quite so sure. And from the panicked look on her lover's face, she could fairly well say that she'd hit the nail on the head in regards to the problem at hand.

It had to do with Naga.

Never let it be said that Avatars didn't have special relationships with their animal guides.

A little sigh escaped from between the bright red lips of the Sato heiress, but she waited until the other female had gained enough courage to actually look in her general direction before she spoke.

"Korra, you grew up in a compound. You were completely sexually repressed. You had nobody else around that was your own age to mess around with and discover things with. You've said before that Naga was your only friend. She was the closest thing you had, so like I said, it's natural that you'd end up feeling some things for her that you shouldn't have. Your connection with her goes a lot deeper than someone and their pet, Korra. She's your animal spirit thing."

"Guide."

"Animal guide. Whatever. The point is, you're already a lot closer with her than most people are, so it would have been very easy for you to confuse her with someone that you should have been forming a bond with. I don't know what they taught you in the Southern Water Tribe, but those were important developmental years that you should have been able to spend learning how to interact with people your own age, not just mastering your bending. So I'm not one bit surprised that you act like a polar bear dog when it comes to your avatar duties."

"I'm sorry, Asami. I wish I could fix me...But I don't know how." She buried her face back in her knees, even as the dark-haired female scooted closer and placed a warm hand on her back.

"Stop apologizing for being who you are. I wish you could change it too. It's weird, and I don't like it. I'm not just saying that because Naga and I don't have the best relationship either. But it's obviously important to you. I just have to deal with that." Asami gave a little shrug.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, I-...No. I'm not mad at you, Korra. I'm disappointed that you've felt the need to lie to me all this time. And I'll admit I'm a little grossed out by it all, but I still love you. I don't know why, but I do." She quickly added at seeing the crestfallen look upon the Avatar's face.

"Are you ashamed of me?" she quietly questioned

"No, Korra. Like I said, I'm just disappointed. But at least we know what the problem is now. So come here, ya big lug."

Daring to peek up at her girlfriend, she found two slender arms waiting to embrace her. And they did exactly that when the sheepish and still embarrassed water tribe girl crawled into them and back under the covers.

"And take that damn thing off. You look ridiculous sitting there with it on. Use it or lose it." The heiress tugged at the leather straps around Korra's hips.

The commentary managed to get a giggle out of her, so it wasn't all bad.

The following days had the Avatar much quieter than usual. While she wasn't avoiding Asami like she had the first time, it was still a noticeable change in her behaviour that had her seeking out solitude ore engaging in air bending practice without as much complaint as usual. More than once, Tenzin had commented on her uncharacteristic dedication. Jinora, Ikki and Meelo were happy enough to have her around that they didn't dare make mention of it in case she faltered and ran off again. Only Asami knew the real reason behind it all.

From her spot under the tree with Jinora, she watched the girl who was perched at the window with her head in her hands. Even from a distance she could see the loving smile on Korra's face as Naga leaned up from her position outside to slobber all over her master with a gargantuan lick that had her fringe sticking up in every direction. All it took was a few swipes with her shirt to remove most of the sticky drool before she wrapped her arms around the polar bear dog's neck and buried her nose in her fur.

Korra looked happy.

She loved that dangerous beast more than anything else in the world, regardless of the kind of relationship they had. Asami held a different kind of love in the Avatar's heart. Both equally as important as each other, but in different ways. And seeing how at peace she was with Naga there to support her, Asami knew that she could never ask Korra to give that up for her.

So it was with a resigned sigh that she abandoned all stray hopes that she'd be the one chosen if a decision had to be made; instead settling and deciding to work around it. And the longer she thought about it, the more the ideas began to take shape in mind.

The first step of the plan was convincing Korra, Mako and Bolin that she didn't feel like going into the city for their dates with a bowl of noodles and dumplings that evening. The hard part was getting them all to go and not make the decision to stay just because she supposedly didn't feel well. But with that accomplished Asami felt like she could do what she needed without interruption. And that meant research.

The Sato heiress beckoned the polar bear dog to follow her to the window, where she'd have to try and get her to climb in without anyone seeing.

"Come on, Naga. You and I need to have a little chat."

Seated upon the edge of her bed, the water tribe woman impatiently drummed her fingers on her knees and knocked her boots against the floor as she waited.

"I can hear you squirming from in here, Korra." Asami hummed from the other room.

"Couldn't you have waited longer to tell me you had something planned? That way I wouldn't be so impatient about it."

"And have you wander in here and ruin the surprise? I don't think so. Besides, I'm almost done."

"Asamiiiiii..." Korra whined, throwing her head back with an unladylike moan of disappointment.

But her complaints were met with silence.

When the dark-haired female finally emerged from the adjoining bathroom, it was to a rather dumbstruck Avatar, who was gaping at her like a fish. Though, she couldn't really blame her. With the aid of a pair of scissors, a needle and thread, and the polar bear dog skin rug that Senna had sent to Pema as a gift that had been laying in one of the unused rooms, she had managed to stitch together a rather interesting outfit. One of Korra's old pelts had soon turned into a loincloth that served as a cover for the front while the back was made of the pristine white fur that gave her a tail that swished around her legs. And she wore the polar bear dog's head on her own in a way that would make any water tribe warrior proud. The rest of the outfit was completed with furry bits here and there, and pieces of water tribe jewellery and armbands that she'd pilfered out of her girlfriend's stash.

Not even Naga's gear had been safe from her raid. An old harness that had worn through had been cut up and sized to fit her – without the saddle, of course. But the effect still had Korra reeling. And all she was doing was standing there and leaning on the door frame. The Avatar looked like she was going to pass out, judging by the pallor of her normally dark olive cheeks.

There was a smug little pull in Asami's chest as she watched the other girl look her up and down from her seated position. There was no doubt about the fact she had all of her attention at that point, so before she could even think otherwise, the Sato heiress quickly sashayed over towards the object of her affections and stood within reaching distance.

"Asami?" she finally squeaked.

"Korra, the only thing you'll be calling me tonight... is Naga."

In the end, it hadn't required much convincing for Korra to believe that Asami was being genuine about the offer. Once she'd crawled onto the bed on all fours, all it had taken was a seductive little waggle of her hips to entice the amorous Avatar into eagerly leaping on top of her and mounting her from behind like the polar bear dog she'd dressed as.

Perhaps eager wasn't quite the right word.

With the way she so enthusiastically applied herself, Asami was sure that there were words that were far better suited to the situation. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Korra knew that for once, this was something just for her. She didn't have to worry about pleasing the beautiful woman that shared her bed most nights; though she'd ended up managing to do it anyway. So she was a little surprised when Korra was the one that was looking the worse for wear when it was all said and done. Normally it was Asami that was left exhausted and unable to breathe by the time that Korra had given up and resigned herself to another semi-sleepless night with her hand in her pants.

At first there had been lingering doubts about what it was that she was supposed to expect from this particular dalliance. Korra had spent far longer than she'd anticipated just stroking her fingers through and nuzzling the coarse white fur that was wrapped around her. Frankly, it had made her a little nervous about just how weird it all was. But the longer she knelt there the more she relaxed; and the more she realized just how nice the gesture felt despite the thick skin of the pelt. She could definitely see why Naga enjoyed it. So she willed herself to be patient; letting her lover explore the boundaries of the costume. How hard she could pull on any of the straps without them breaking; what they felt like against her skin; how it smelled like both Asami and Naga at the same time.

She'd always liked the way that Korra had touched her before, but this was different.

This was almost reverent.

It was the way she touched Naga.

And Naga was a lucky girl, Asami concluded.

Korra could never have this kind of relationship with the polar bear dog even if she wanted to, simply due to the size difference. That was the one thing that set their relationships with the Avatar apart. But here, she could indulge in something she could only imagine before. It wasn't quite the same as having the real thing, and she knew that fact had been recognized in the way the exposed skin of her back and thighs was caressed. That was a touch she was familiar with.

So despite the part of her brain telling her to just throw in the towel and demand that Korra fuck her properly like a human and do away with her silly fantasy, Asami bit her lip and sucked it up. She was doing this for Korra's sake, and she couldn't back out now. Not after the way that those bright blue eyes had stared up at her when she'd come out wearing the costume. She'd never seen anyone look so honest-to-god eternally grateful and relieved all at the same time. Hell, she'd looked like she was about to cry or faint or even both.

It was an incredibly powerful feeling to know that she had all the mystical, mythic wonder of the Avatar wrapped around her little finger and looking at her like she was some kind of godsend.

Out of all the people in all the towns in all the world, the very spirit of the earth incarnate had chosen her to be her mate.

The person she'd spend the rest of her days with.

The one whose arms she'd always come home to sleep in at night.

Asami was the one whose hips she clutched so tightly and desperately to her own. Not Naga's. Not Mako's. Nor anyone else but her. So she could deal with that particular fact. It became a little hard to deny it anyway when her face was jammed against her pillow like that. Under any normal circumstances, she would have kicked Korra straight out of bed for calling her the wrong name, but this time there was an exception. She'd told her to call her Naga. So she couldn't get mad when that was the name that the Avatar chose to moan into the thick fur that was layered across the back of her shoulders. If only feeling a twinge of hurt instead of absolutely blowing up at her wasn't dealing with it, then she didn't know what was.

But the shining star of Future Industries knew how to suck it up and not say a word. It would ruin the fantasy for her lover. So it was head down, ass up for Asami; just let Korra do her thing.

And oh what a wonderful thing it was.

It wasn't like she didn't get anything out of it when everything was considered. On the contrary – she'd gotten more than enough to please from the ever-generous Avatar. But she knew something was different in the way Korra collapsed on top of her, one arm still tightly wound around her waist like a python. It was different than all those times she had simply pretended that she was satisfied. It was like it used to be, after those awkward first times had faded and they had learned each other inside and out. But still different.

Korra had gotten what she'd needed this time - Asami reasoned - not just what she wanted. She could tell by the way the Avatar still held her, trembling and tremoring like all her muscles were starting to fail in a chilled arctic wind. It was in the way she rubbed her cheek against the fur, and the way her keening, wheezing breaths were the only noise she could manage to make until it finally turned into choked sobs of relief.

Still, Asami said nothing and let the water tribe woman lie on top of her for as long as she wanted. The heavy weight on her back left her feeling as if she was trapped in a furnace, unlike her lover whose body couldn't decide whether it was hot or cold or whether it had a fever with chills. But Asami could tolerate it. And in some ways it felt pleasantly protective. It certainly made her feel like she could just cosy up there and go to sleep even with the crushing weight of the athletic female pinning her down.

"You're the best girlfriend ever..." she finally wheezed out.

"Korra, I'm your only girlfriend ever."

"No, I'm serious. You have no idea...Spirits...you have no idea." A strangled, hoarse sob escaped unbidden as the Avatar rubbed her sweat-soaked forehead against the back of Asami's shoulder, the fur tickling her flesh. She was being pathetic, she knew, but the words coming out of her mouth seemed as uncontrollable as the wind currents to her at that point.

"It's such a relief...I-...oh god. Please don't tell anyone...Please, Asami. Please don't tell. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I promise..." Korra babbled and begged with such fervour that all the heiress could do was snap her mouth closed and cut off whatever smart retort she had been going to throw out.

"Korra, I-...It's okay...it's okay." Asami murmured when she'd finally found her words again. Doing her best to reach over her own shoulder, she scraped her fingertips gently back and forth against the Avatar's scalp to soothe her. Her behaviour was a little startling, but it wasn't anything that she couldn't fix. That much was proven in how much Korra had calmed down from the repetitive motion of having a hand running through her hair.

Eventually though, she had to move and roll over under the Avatar in a sticky mess of saliva, sweat and other unmentionable fluids because it was getting just a little too uncomfortable. It did, however, have the bonus effect of giving her the ability to wrap Korra up in both her arms and legs. The woman in question had absolutely no problem with that and buried her face in her partner's slender, paler neck. For a while, Asami just lay there quietly and listened to the heavy breathing in her ear, her own foot trailing up and down the toned calf that it was resting on.

"Asami?" a quiet little voice questioned.

"Yeah?"

"Are you mad at me for making you do this?"

"I'm not mad." She sighed. "You didn't make me do anything. This was my idea, remember?" reaching out, she brushed some of the damp strands of brown hair out of her lover's eyes.

"It was a really good idea." she conceded a little too quickly and a tad bit to eagerly.

"You want to do this again, don't you?"

"Can we?! PLEASE?! I'll even sit through hours of shopping and trying on dresses and make up and-"

"Whoa whoa! Hold your ostrich-horses! Just...give me a little time to get used to this, alright? This is still weird for me." Asami rubbed her hand across Korra's back in what was meant to be a comforting gesture.

"Oh, right. I'm sorry...I shouldn't have-...I won't ask again. I'm sorry."

"Shush, now. We can do this again. I'm not going to deny you that, alright? This is – as weird as it is – something you obviously need. I'm not an idiot, Korra. I really don't want to do this, but...it makes you happy. And I like seeing you happy." Asami added, pressing a finger to her lover's lips when she saw the words of apology forming upon them. "If you really need to, we can do it this way all the time. Just...don't forget to say my name once in a while, okay?"

"I won't! THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU! YOU'RE THE BEST GIRL FRIEND EVER!"

"Korra! Ribs!"

"Oops."

"I cannot unsee that."

Tenzin muttered into his beard, quietly sliding the door closed on the two sleeping women that he had walked in on – one of whom was wearing a rather promiscuous polar bear dog outfit. All he'd wanted to do was see why Korra was late to air bending training. She'd been doing so well lately. And now this had happened.

"Well at least that explains why there is fur everywhere in the spare room and why my rug is missing. I thought Naga had gotten in and shed everywhere." Pema murmured quietly, holding up the scraps of what was once a fine floor covering.

"I cannot unsee that." Tenzin repeated, his face a blank mask.

"I suppose it was put to good use. It explains why Mako isn't around as much these days. We might have to have a little chat about safety when they wake up."

"If you'll excuse me, Pema, I need to make a trip to visit Lin."

"Lin? Why?"

"I need her to find a way to teach me how to use that fancy seismic sense of hers."

"Why?"

"Because afterwards, I plan on making a stop in the Fire Nation."

"And what will you do there?"

"Burn my eyes out."

Pema just stared at her husband until he spoke again, with every bit of care and wise dignity that befitted the aged master that he was.

"It cannot be unseen."