A collection of semi-related one-shots featuring Korra and Asami after they return from their spirit world vacation. Some sad, some angst, some fluffy and some just smut. Intermittent updates. May or may not be in chronological order.

Here's a short one for Christmas.

"Remind me again why I can't tell everyone in the world that you're mine now?" Korra growled against Asami's mouth. The painted red lips of Asami had difficulty forming an answer, seeing as how the Avatar was currently nibbling on her lower one.

Asami's office was deserted, minus herself and the Avatar. Korra had taken a...fondness for interrupting Asami's daily brainstorming sessions to find every inch of her skin she could taste. It seemed to today was the day Korra wanted her collarbone.

"Because," Asami managed to stutter, " I-"

Her answer was cut off as she sharply took in breath; Korra had found her favorite spot behind her ear. Her hands ran over Asami's body, across down her back, up her arms. Her lips roamed, nipping and sucking, never staying in one place for too long.

The Avatar's lips kept ghosting over the CEO's skin, murmuring nothings and sending shivers up to Asami's ears. Asami was surrounded by the essence of Korra; the younger girl straddling her in her office chair. Asami was effectively useless. Her hands did little more than rest on Korra's hips, and her mind was struggling to keep her train of thought, which was constantly being derailed by Korra's ministrations.

"I'm under contract with the United Republic," Asami groaned out, "and they elected you to the council, since Wu abdicated and they need some guidance." A few papers fluttered to the floor. The lamp shade fell over. Asami made a mental note to cleanrher office desk before Korra stopped by next time.

Another pop against her neck meant Asami would be wearing collared shirts for the rest of the week, and when Korra's slightly chapped lips once again returned to her neck, Asami's head came to rest on Korra's muscular shoulder.

Asami breathed in deeply. She smelled of sweat, and musk, and soap. It was nothing fancy, or very special, but it was so decidedly Korra. Asami knew Korra probably had a sparring session, then decided it was better to come visit her than wasting her time showering. She breathed in deeply again, as if trying to memorize the exact scent.

"I know this," Korra said, and Asami could feel her cocky grin against her neck. "The question is, why are you telling me this?" Korra took the opportunity to push Asami's button-down further off her shoulders. Asami blushed.

She couldn't help it. They'd come back from the Spirit World more than six months ago, and the way Korra still looked at her, as if she were irreplaceable, made her flush.

Korra's eyes were roaming all over Asami's body, as if she wanted to see all of her all at once. Asami used Korra's staring as a chance to flick one of her painted nails against the Avatar's forehead.

"Because you and I both know that if the council knew we were together they'd either yank the contract or kick you off the council. It's a total conflict of interest." Asami's lower lip stuck in a pout, as if even saying those words left a bitter taste in her mouth.

"So I'll get kicked off the council, big deal," Korra muttered, returning her mouth to Asami's collarbone. Asami sighed. The faintest thought flickered through Korra's mind that she wasn't sure if Asami was disappointed with her or turned on.

"You can't get kicked off the council," the raven-haired girl said quietly. Definitely disappointment. "You're so crucial to this rebuilding process, and there's no one else on the council who has better insight. You want to leave this all to Raiko?" Asami's voice was taking on an edge.

Korra lifted her head to nuzzle Asami's cheek. "Of course not," she said seriously, "but you matter so much to me that I'd give up being the Avatar in a hearbeat." Asami sighed once more, but this time it was of contentment, as she rested her head against Korra's.

Finally Korra pulled away, standing and picking Asami up in one fluid motion, and the fancy desk chair slid away. She turned and placed the CEO seated on her large wooden desk. Korra nudged Asami's thighs apart, urging them to make room for her.

Thin, graceful fingers slid up toned, dark arms, grasping Korra's jaw and pulling them into Asami. Their lips met in a slow and sweet dance. They kissed as if they knew they had all the time in the world and would spend it savoring each other.

Asami's legs slid farther apart, making room for Korra to settle in between them. Her painted nails grazed up and down the sides of Korra's tanned arms, coming to rest on the Avatar's hips. Korra pushed Asami's button-up blouse all the way off her shoulders and down her arms, but not quite pulling it off, effectively trapping the older girl's arms behind her back.

Korra braced her arms on the desk, pushing her forehead against Asami's. "I think this'll be good; we'll just tell everyone we're having meetings for the rebuilding, and no one will suspect we're being naughty."

Now it was Asami's turn to smirk. She bit her lower lip in anticipation. "Oh you are clever, my little Avatar. What say we have a meeting right now?"