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#1 Remember - Korra thinks back to the moment she finally gave into Asami. And how much she wishes she regretted it.

Korra remembers the way their lips brushed against each other's – slowly, at first, and then all at once – and the way her arms melted perfectly around her firm waist. She remembers how soft and supple her rosy red lips felt against Korra's own, like red velvet and wispy melted dark chocolate. Korra remembers the way she had bitten the other girls lower lip gently, playfully, and she had moaned in a way it was almost a purr, and the soft heat of their bodies pressed against each other providing a solace neither had expected. She remembers her taller frame overpowering Korra but only ever holding her gently and sweetly in her embrace; her arms linked around Korra's shoulders and her milky skin brushing over Korra's own, her hands cupping Korra's face as one had slowly slid down her body and beneath her waistline. Korra remembers feeling that moment of eternal ecstasy, and the blissful grip Korra had taken on her hair, and how they had kissed and lay there afterwards; sweaty and happy and together, and the carefully slow movements of each girl to keep the delicacy of the moment.

She remembers when the moment had been shattered, and Korra had ripped her lips away and shoved the girl off of her. She had pushed herself out of bed, confused and angry and upset, but most of all – most of all – she had felt completely broken. She felt alone.

She remembers the dark-haired mistress crying after her, jumping out of bed, naked, and wrapping the sheets around herself as she chased Korra, and Korra remembers running. She remembers running from the desperate, heart-swallowed girl and clambering up onto Naga and fleeing the scene like a coward.

And then she remembers collapsing in the park and falling against Naga, crying and screeching and smacking herself until she couldn't breathe, until she could only wallow in her tears and choke out for air.

She remembers loving every tiny, insignificant moment of that girl's touch. She remembers every quiver of her body, every moan from her mouth, every sweet, gentle kiss of their lips; and she remembers every moment that she hadn't once thought about Mako - about what she was doing.

It was the ultimate betrayal.

And it was one Korra could not bring herself to regret.

When she had arrived home and Mako had held her in his arms, she remembers feeling disappointed. She remembers feeling his rough fingers scrap across her skin and his sloppy kiss on her cheek. She remembers her hand entangling with her water tribe betrothal necklace, and how wrong she thought it was for her to only think of Asami.

Asami, and her elegant, beautiful touch that had every inch of Korra's being screaming for more, and she couldn't help but compare and feel guilty when Mako's touch fell empty and lacking.

But, worst of all, late at night when Mako is sleeping, Korra cannot help when her legs pull her to that same room, and when she feels the warmth of being enveloped in her other woman's arms.