*** shipper side of me: WTF are you doing Korra and Asami are innocent babies stop this immediately!

dirty shipper side of me: *rubbing its shitty hands together* if you don't write this you will NEVER stop thinking about it

i don't even know. my smut keeps getting filthier. if you need me you can find me in hell probably lol.

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Asami was getting ready to tell her friends she'd be leaving when she glanced around for one friend in particular. She was looking for her ride home from the club to tell her that she'd just take a cab. It wasn't often she went out clubbing, or dancing, or drinking, but she'd been doing all three all night, and she was getting tired. But then her eyes fell on a girl only a short distance away on the dance floor, and, suddenly, she couldn't bring herself to look anywhere else.

This girl was dressed far more casual than Asami was in her dark red dress and heels. She was wearing a blue flannel with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and short jean shorts, and her hair was cut above her shoulders and she looked so carefree. She was dancing with some other people, looking like she was having a blast, and even though she was being goofy and fun about the way she was moving her hips, she was still… hot. Really hot.

Asami couldn't tear her eyes away, and the girl must have felt her watching, because she glanced up and they locked gazes. Her eyes were light, and, though Asami couldn't see exactly what color they were from this distance, they appeared to match the lighter tones of her blue flannel. Everything about her was an attractive blue – her flannel, her shorts, her shoes, and, yeah, her eyes. And she smiled at Asami. This big, open, inviting grin that effectively made Asami's heart skip because Blue actually looked at her. It was only that brief moment; a look and an acknowledging smile, but Asami needed to get closer. She'd been getting so tired of dancing until she spotted this girl, but now she needed to try and dance with her. She couldn't even be sure if Blue was into girls, or if she was the type who'd turn away from her friends to dance with a stranger, but Asami had to try. The alcohol in her system wouldn't let her think of anything else, and she'd completely forgotten why she'd even been searching the club in the first place.

So, with her clutch in hand, she danced over, keeping rhythm with the beat and trying to be as inconspicuous as possible – the last thing she wanted was to embarrass herself by being completely obvious and getting rejected. Asami worked her way through the crowd, and the place was crammed enough that getting close meant getting right there. It meant getting close enough that, even though she turned her back so as not to be totally transparent, she could feel Blue's hip bump hers every couple of seconds. She got closer still, until she was in the girl's space enough to be in constant contact, even if it was bare, and Asami glanced back over her shoulder to see if it was working and oh god, she's looking.

Blue's teeth set in that big grin, and she turned around to press back against the back of Asami, so even their shoulder blades were touching, and she made the most playful roll of her body. It was as energetic and goofy as the dancing Asami had seen from across the room, but she could feel in it the clear question of 'is this what you want?' The question of 'did you come over to dance with me?' And Asami's 'yes' was to stay put, to stay in contact and hope Blue would get closer, because she knew seduction and verbal banter, but she didn't know how intimately to dance with this girl who was obviously trying to have a good time. She didn't know how to respond to the playfulness that had called her here in the first place.

Thankfully, she didn't have to think too hard about it. Even though she couldn't see behind her, she could feel that Blue had turned around. She could feel the curve of hips get less than an inch from her backside, and the rhythmic brush of a chest against her back. This was what Asami had come over for, but the total acceptance of her arrival only made her want to get closer. So she backed up that final space between them, and set to swaying her hips in the most inviting way she knew how.

When she felt Blue fall into rhythm with her, following each rock and pulse, it was already enough to make Asami's stomach flip, but then a pair of hands set on her waist. Their warmth seeped through the thin fabric of her dress, heating the flesh beneath and spreading inward, deep into her belly. And Asami wasn't expecting to react like that. She didn't usually dance this close to strangers and she didn't let strangers touch her like this, but there was something about this girl. She liked the hands on her waist. Liked the way they set there without pressure or grip, without demand, and instead just shadowed each movement their hips made together.

It was how comfortable the touch felt that made Asami think she wouldn't mind if there was a slight pressure or grip. Wouldn't mind if there was some demand, or if it took the liberty of exploring just a little. To encourage the weight and placement of those warm hands, Asami exaggerated every rotation of her hips. She pressed back harder, put more of her body into it, and even set her hands on top of Blue's, guiding them forward just enough to say here, feel, take.

And fuck, Blue listened. Her hands set with just enough pressure to hold Asami back against her body, so they were in unending contact with every part of them from thighs to chest. They maintained that gravity as they fell to Asami's hips, guided them through a turn, and then slid forward to cradle the 'v' lines of muscle below her stomach. Asami loved every second of it. She hadn't come over with any set intentions, and it certainly hadn't been her intention to get turned on, but she was. She was into it. Into the way Blue followed her rhythm effortlessly. Into how there wasn't a lick of space between them. Into the hands that kept running up and down her waist in a way that wasn't nearly pushy enough for how aroused Asami was getting.

Nor were Asami's hands getting nearly enough of their own. She turned around, letting the palms on her waist stay where they were while her own set over the girl's shoulders. The moment their bodies were together again, they locked gazes. Blue looked straight at her with big blue eyes, and it was so deliberate in combination with the smirk on her face that it made Asami's breath hitch. She couldn't think about what she'd wanted to do with the hand that wasn't holding her clutch. She was stuck so intently staring into those eyes that, except for the automatic motion of her hips, she could barely move. Even when she felt Blue's hands go around to her back, set on the small of it, trace up her spine and dip back down but not dare to drop past her hips, she couldn't think.

She stared so long her eyes burned. It caused her to blink on instinct, and when she opened again, she was looking at Blue's lips. They weren't full, or big, but they looked soft, and they were still curled at one corner, but it wasn't smug. It was like she was enjoying this just as much as Asami was, and her smile was sexy and Asami had the undeniable urge to taste it. She wanted to know what Blue's lips felt like, and if they could move as fluidly as her hips, and what her hands would do if her lips got involved.

While Asami didn't have the guts to just go for it, she had the nerve to leave an opening. Her hands slid up Blue's shoulders and then backward, until they were hanging comfortably behind her neck. It put her that much closer. Their hips never stopped moving with the rhythm, and even though Asami didn't close the distance any more than she already had, with every forward sway, it got smaller. And it got smaller because Blue was slowly stretching upward, pulling her closer gradually enough that Asami wasn't sure they'd ever get there, and the anticipation was killing her. She didn't know if what she wanted was obvious. Didn't know if Blue was actually going to kiss her, or if she was simply getting closer because that's how she wanted to dance.

It took one long minute before their foreheads touched, and the closer they got, the more Asami wanted it. She wanted it so bad that she held her breath, but she could feel each of Blue's exhales on her lips. They were hot and moist in the dense club air, and god, Asami needed it. She made the barest nudge with her nose to plead for it, and when she did, blue eyes met hers. And they didn't look away. Blue held Asami's gaze while her lips parted, and like she still wasn't sure if it was what Asami wanted, she made a soft graze against her mouth and froze. Asami could feel her lips hovering there patiently, and she couldn't take it anymore.

She closed the distance and kissed her, and she was so instantly consumed by it that she forgot to keep moving her hips. Blue's lips were soft. So soft, and they opened against hers as she felt the hands at her back press harder, pulling her in closer. The instant depth of the kiss sent a powerful surge of heat straight through her core, and her arms tightened around Blue's neck and she let her eyes flutter closed to bask in it. To take in how Blue's lips tasted like a mixture of sweet alcohol and mint chapstick. To feel how they closed against Asami's mouth only to open once more with increasing intensity. Asami loved it, and for a moment she forgot that they were in the middle of a dance floor, and she would've let it go on forever if she didn't remember.

She did remember, and she pulled away with a confusing mixture of reluctance and embarrassment. There was a part of her that couldn't believe she'd just kissed a stranger, and there was another that didn't care. Greater than both of those was the part that wanted to keep doing it, to keep going and going until she figured out just how far they could go.

For a moment after Asami pulled away, Blue looked confused too, but then she seemed to recognize the hesitation, and her gaze wandered past Asami to scan the venue. Eventually they stopped, and Asami turned to follow the direction of the look, only to find that it had landed on the bathroom. She didn't care how absurd or crazy it was. This girl was magnetic, and irresistible, and Asami couldn't bring herself to oppose. She grabbed Blue's hand and immediately started toward the bathroom, feeling no hint of reluctance in the canter behind her.

They weaved through the crowd and reached the single bathroom, and Asami released the hand she was holding to rush through the door. She hardly got to turn around before she heard the door slam shut behind them. Blue flicked the lock into place and stepped toward her, but stopped a few inches away like she was giving Asami a chance to change her mind. Asami hesitated to close the charged distance between them, only thinking that she should introduce herself first, or ask Blue's real name, or say something at least, but then Blue pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, and whatever Asami had been thinking was completely lost to her desire.

She tossed her clutch onto the sink counter to leave her hands free, and then grabbed the collar of Blue's flannel in both fists and pulled her forward. Receptive hands immediately returned to her waist, and as their lips finally met again, Asami was pushed backward until her hips met the counter. Blue pressed tight against the front of her, and with the counter behind her to keep her in place, they finally got a leverage that they didn't have on the dance floor. She ground her hips forward, feeling the grip on her waist clutch through the end of it with acceptance as Blue pushed right back.

Now that they were alone, Asami felt eagerness in the lips and body against hers that she hadn't before. Every time her hips pulsed, Blue inched forward to kiss deeper. Her hands couldn't decide on a place to grab, so they were all over Asami's hips and waist and back. She met each needy roll of Asami's body with a matching one of her own, and all it did was succeed in making Asami want more. She wanted hands and lips in places she'd never let a stranger's hands and lips go before. She wanted her own hands and lips to get as many places as Blue would let them.

The body grinding against the front of her was driving her crazy. It had hardly been a couple minutes and she was struggling for air. She couldn't imagine how she'd manage to breathe if Blue kissed or touched her anywhere more intimate, but she wanted so desperately to find out. So she reached for the button at the top of Blue's flannel. As she undid it, lips left hers and opened against her neck, and Blue's mouth was so hot and wet against her flesh that she sighed loudly into her next breath.

That noise caused the lips to clamp down with hard suction, and the pressure of it made Asami's hands falter on the buttons of the flannel. One of them ran up through the back of Blue's hair, encouraging the hold on her neck while her breath hitched. Her fingers clutched, begging for that suction not to end even after she dropped her hand back to the flannel. She undid the next few buttons, eyes greedily lapping up every inch of dark skin that was uncovered, until she got to the low-cut white tank top underneath. It was almost a disappointment, but with the lips on her neck leaving her weak, she couldn't bring herself to complain.

Asami undid the last of the buttons, bypassing the tank top to slip her hands up underneath and meet bare abs. In the back of her mind, she registered a knock at the door, but she far from cared. At the same moment she discovered the ridiculously provocative amount of muscle Blue had, and a resulting spark of lust pooled between her thighs, an eager tongue pressed into her neck, and the combination caused another needy sound to escape her throat. And Blue reacted to the sound with as much fervor as she had to the first one. Her hands slid down Asami's back, past her waist and hips and to the plump flesh beneath it, and she grabbed right as her teeth sank into Asami's neck. It was so goddamn incredible that Asami's nails raked down her stomach, and she felt the muscles beneath her fingers clench as Blue released a low groan into her skin.

There was another, more impatient knock on the door, but Asami wanted to keep doing this. She wasn't nearly satisfied, and the music was loud outside so it muted each noise they made and fuck, she wanted so much more. She wanted to feel those hot lips on more of her, wanted to feel more of the muscle she knew was under Blue's clothes, wanted to feel more of the steady pulse building between her legs. And she knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't convince herself not to. As Asami pushed her hips back to encourage the firm grip on her backside, she asked breathily, "Do you want to go home with me?" Blue hummed a ready agreement as her lips kissed to the front of Asami's throat, but she made no move to pull away. "Right now?"

There was another hum against her neck as Blue's lips ceased and her hands released their grip, but she nuzzled her nose into Asami's pulse point with reluctance to pull away. It was such a soft gesture compared to the eager groping they'd both been guilty of, and it made Asami's lips curl in a tender kind of smile that she wasn't at all prepared for. She wasn't going to hurry Blue into stopping either, because she liked the inherent sweetness in it, but then there was another knock on the door, sturdier and louder.

Desperate to get somewhere they wouldn't be interrupted, Asami grabbed her clutch and Blue's hand. She threw open the door and hurried out, passing an impatient clubber who shouted some annoyed profanity at them as they headed toward the exit. Outside, Asami climbed into the nearest cab, and told the driver her address while Blue got in next to her. She'd scooted all the way to the opposite door, hoping Blue would leave a seat between them because, as much as she wanted kissing and hands now, she didn't want to do it in front of the cab driver.

Only, Blue slid in all the way, until she was pressed against Asami's side, and it seemed like more of an unconscious instinct rather than a deliberate move, but her hand set on Asami's thigh. Bare thigh, because Asami's dress was short, and sitting down lifted the skirt of it up so it only covered a few inches beneath the apex of her thighs. It was a tease for both of them. Asami was still breathless and flushed, and it seemed like Blue was trying just as hard as she was to be on her best behavior for the drive, but it didn't last.

Hardly a minute after the cab pulled away from the curb, Blue's hand slipped an inch up Asami's parted thigh. Asami wasn't sure which came first, the slight spreading of her legs or the movement of the hand, but it didn't really matter. It didn't matter because as Blue's hand traveled up another inch, Asami's heart started pounding with excitement. She had no idea if the hand would go all the way up, and a part of her was terrified of the cab driver seeing, but there was an intense fluttering in her stomach that made it impossible to stop this. It made her part her legs a little more, inviting the hand to keep going.

Blue met her gaze, stare alternating between her eyes and her lips as her hand slid back down to Asami's knee. Despite the torturously nervous heat in her cheeks, Asami was disappointed. She didn't want it to go down; she wanted it to go up until those fingers met the moisture she could feel building between her thighs. She wanted it so bad that her eyebrows furrowed pleadingly, and when Blue gave her what she wanted and started another ascent, her lips fell open with breathless anticipation.

The warm fingers trailed up the inside of her thigh until they reached the high curve. They were only inches away, and Asami could feel the speed of her heartbeat pulsing between her legs, but the hand stopped. It couldn't go any higher until she gave it more room, but, fuck, her dress was too tight. She couldn't spread her legs anymore without lifting the skirt of it to her hips, but she hadn't worn underwear because of how tight it was and that would leave her so exposed.

Asami glanced down at the hand between her legs with indecision, and then up again at the patient look in Blue's eyes. It was so hard to want to resist with the hot feel of the palm on her thigh, and she was so impatient to know those fingers. To feel them against her. To feel them in her. That thought caused a stabbing need to shoot through her, and never in her life could she remember needing so badly to be touched. Fuck it, she thought as she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up past her thighs, and she barely registered the mixed look of shock and desire that went through Blue's eyes before she pulled her into a kiss, and Blue didn't miss the opportunity.

She pushed Asami sideways in the seat and back against the door, switching hands so she'd have a better angle, and Asami faintly registered the cab driver mumbling sarcastically about hating Fridays. At least she could ignore him, because Blue didn't hesitate to slide her hand all the way up the inside of Asami's leg, and she nearly forgot they were even inside a cab. A middle finger traced along the outside of Asami's center, and she was so desperate for the real thing that her hips throbbed pleadingly.

It was such a relief when Blue's hand moved inward, but when she'd thought 'fuck it,' she hadn't been thinking about the noises she might make. Because a single finger circled through the profound wetness between her legs, and the only way she managed to catch the moan in her throat was by biting down on Blue's bottom lip. At the back of her mind was the instant thought to apologize, because she'd bit hard, but the lip between her teeth thinned as Blue smirked into the kiss, and like she'd just made it a goal to see if she could get Asami to release a moan, the length of her finger slid teasingly along Asami's clit.

Asami's head fell back against the window, and she squeezed her eyes shut tight as lips dropped to her neck, trying desperately to focus on keeping sounds from leaving her mouth. As hard as it was with the skilled finger stroking through her, she was managing to stay quiet, at least until the tip of that finger dropped and pressed against her entrance. If it pushed into her, she knew there was no way she'd be able to stay quiet, but at the same moment she thought with panic she's about to fuck me in a cab, she also shifted her hips to give Blue a better angle. And she was ready. She was so goddamn ready for Blue to take her, but before that sweet finger slid into her, the cab lurched to a halt.

"Here, ladies," the driver called without looking back. He knew. God, he totally knew.

Asami reached down for the clutch she'd dropped to the floor, grateful that Blue pulled her dress down to cover her thighs as she blindly took a bill out of it and tossed it forward to the driver. She didn't care that it was a hundred dollars, she wanted so badly to be in the house already with no more interruptions that she barely even noticed.

They rushed out of the car to hurry up the walkway to Asami's house, but even the paved path was too long. She turned after a couple feet to curl her arms around Blue's neck and return to a kiss, feeling eager hands grab at her hips. It slowed their progress toward the house for a few moments before Blue wrapped a strong arm around Asami's waist, leaned to grab behind her knee with the other and then lifted. She picked Asami up and instructed her legs around her waist, and, now that they didn't have to worry about Asami falling from walking backward in heels, she hurried the remaining distance to the house.

Asami's back hit the front door, and even though she released her legs' hold in order to plant her feet on the ground, Blue didn't stop kissing her and pressing up against her. And god, did she not mind. She unfolded her arms from Blue's neck to reach into her clutch for her house keys, and as she pulled them out, she felt those warm hands cup her face. The kiss didn't slow or lose anything in depth, but the touch was soft, just like Blue nuzzling into her neck before they left the club, and it made Asami weak. Everything about this girl was warm and comfortable, and at the back of her mind she wondered if she didn't want this to just be a one-night stand.

Asami had her keys, but she wasn't willing to break the kiss in order to glance down and find the keyhole, so she was clumsily scratching the key back against the door handle, hoping to get lucky. After a few moments, one of Blue's hands left her face and reached down. It folded gently around hers, and guided it where it needed to be. She turned the key in the lock, so eager to be inside that she barely managed to pull it out again before closing the door behind them.

The moment they were inside, all sense of restraint snapped. Asami grabbed the opening of Blue's flannel while she kicked her own heels off, pushing it down Blue's shoulders and arms until it fell to the floor on their way to the stairs. No matter how badly Asami wanted to hurry and get to the end of exactly where this was heading, she couldn't bring herself to break the kiss long enough to rush up the steps.

They only went a few of those steps before Asami pushed Blue back against the banister, taking the hem of her tank top and lifting it over her head when she raised her arms in the air. Asami discarded the article of clothing, meeting dark flesh with her hands and pressing to feel the muscles underneath. And it wasn't just Blue's muscle. She was strong and fit, but Asami could see the swell of her breasts teasing from behind the top of her bra, and they looked so perfect. Her need to see and feel the entirety of them outweighed the lingering throb between her legs.

As Asami felt a hand reach for the zipper at the side of her dress, she slipped her hands around to Blue's back. She unhooked the bra and then let go, because the zipper of her dress had been completely undone, and while she put just enough space between them to slide the dress down her body, Blue let her bra fall to the stairs. The moment Asami took her dress off, those bright eyes did a long and slow scan of her figure. It was the first time she'd seen Blue actually check her out, and if she was about to be self-conscious for wearing nothing but a strapless bra, that feeling was completely shattered when she watched Blue's tongue wet her bottom lip with expectation.

Asami took a backward step up the stairs, gaze locked on those gorgeous blue eyes and resisting the powerful urge to halt further progress toward her bedroom. They were halfway there, and Blue matched every step Asami took, maintaining that one-stair distance until they reached the top. The door to Asami's room was right there, just across the hall, and they were so close, but then Blue's hands set on her hips. The lack of heels shortened their height difference, so all Blue had to do to reach her was lean in. She planted a delicate kiss to Asami's cheek and then dragged her lips along Asami's jawline, down to her neck to kiss at the spot where she knew she'd have a bruise in the morning.

And they'd only just met. Asami didn't even know this girl's name, but she kept stopping their blazing journey toward sex to be gentle. It was like a constant reassurance that Asami had no reason to be afraid or uncomfortable. She could feel how much Blue wanted her every time they kissed and every time those strong hands touched her, but these mellow pauses were like a considerate reminder that she could change her mind if she wanted to. It felt like romance, and it made her heart flutter because where did this girl come from?

It also made her need that much stronger, and when Blue finally traveled back up to her mouth, she parted her lips hungrily. She wrapped her arms tight around Blue's neck, and pulled backward toward her room so eagerly that she almost lost balance. The wall beside her door caught them, but every time they got back into the heat of it, she couldn't keep their progress at a consistent pace. She stopped again without breaking the kiss to reach for the button of Blue's shorts, and no sooner had she undone it that she realized that perfect chest was still begging for attention.

Asami's hands ran up taut abs, grazing the lines of muscle and then rounding the curve of Blue's breasts. When she finally grabbed both in her hands, Blue let out such a hard breath that it pulled her away from the kiss, and she tried to get back to it. Tried to press her mouth to Asami's again, but she was breathing too jaggedly, and with each new knead against her chest, her eyes lidded. After a few more seconds, Asami flicked her thumb over a stiff nipple, and when Blue weakly dropped her head forward against the wall, she got bold enough to pinch it between her fingers. Even more encouraging was that the hands that had been on her waist dropped to her backside, and they squeezed with each exhale against her ear and each pulse of their hips.

The body rolling against hers and into her hands made her want to use her mouth. She wanted to run her tongue over those sculpted abs and leave kisses all over that beautiful dark skin, but as that thought occurred to her, she felt lips graze her ear. It took Blue a moment to speak because she was so breathless with excitement, but then she panted, "I want to taste you."

Fuck. Her voice was raspy with desire, and Asami realized that they were the very first words to have left her mouth since they met. Those words. Words hot and wet against her ear, words with so much weight and implication and need. Words that had such a profound effect on her, and that sent such a powerful rush of desire barreling through her body that she clenched so hard she whimpered. Her hands landed on Blue's shoulders, pushing down with just enough pressure to plead for it.

Blue slid down her body, leaving only two open kisses along Asami's abdomen before dropping to her knees. She slipped one hand to the back of Asami's calf, guiding it upward until the back of that same leg was resting over her shoulder, and she pressed another kiss to the inside of Asami's thigh. Asami couldn't help it, she was so desperate to finally get what she wanted that a hand combed through Blue's hair, setting against the back of her head with urgency.

There wasn't another moment of torturous teasing, and Blue buried her mouth between Asami's legs. Like every kiss they shared, Blue's lips were open and warm and skilled, but now her tongue was a dominant presence. The first searing graze of it through Asami's silk made her hips buck forward. Her hand clenched at the back of Blue's head, and when the flat of that tongue flicked over her clit, it drew a moan from her throat.

It was already amazing. She was so turned on from the endless tension and foreplay that every run of Blue's tongue between that sensitive point of nerves and her entrance had her increasingly weak. Even though it was obvious Blue was toying with her by withholding constant stimulation where she needed it most, she was so turned on that she could've finished anyway. But then a hand glided up the inside of her thigh, and she was so wet that there wasn't a hitch in the movement as the hand reached the height of Blue's chin, and a single finger slid into her effortlessly.

There was absolutely nothing she could do. That finger hooked upward at the same moment Blue's tongue made a particularly accurate stroke, and she was done. Asami was so taken by the overwhelming speed and intensity of her climax that a shout escaped her lips. It was a loud yell as her eyes slammed shut, and her whole body tensed so tightly it cut the sound off short into a breathless moan. It coursed through her so powerfully that her legs nearly gave out, and all she could do to keep from collapsing was set her free hand against Blue's shoulder and hope she was stable enough to keep them both up.

The thrusting of her hips against Blue's mouth lasted through every pulse and clench, slowing after the height of climax until it ended and Asami's head fell back against the wall. She was gasping for air, taking a moment to recover so that when she did she could return the favor. While she breathed, she felt Blue's tongue slip down to meet the finger still inside her, gathering an indulgent taste of her release. She clenched with an aftershock against the feeling of it, and in response, the finger slowly pumped into her.

And it didn't stop. It picked up a steady rhythm while Blue's tongue wandered back up, starting the process all over again. It coaxed a euphoric sigh from Asami's chest, and she glanced down to watch while a second string of tension built, but what she saw put her back on edge instantly. Past Blue's shoulders and between her breasts, Asami could see that she had her own free hand in her open shorts. She was so aroused with what she was doing between Asami's legs that she couldn't wait to get some relief between her own, and that was such an incredible turn on that Asami was beyond built up.

She moaned through pursed lips, hand clenching in Blue's hair as she struggled to keep from reaching climax again prematurely, because she was going to come soon, and she could feel already that it would be strong. "Harder," she whispered on a breath, barely able to get the plea out because she was concentrating so hard on not falling apart.

The finger inside her picked up speed, pushing deeper with every thrust. It was already difficult to keep from coming, but when she got her request of harder, the sheer struggle of focusing put spots in her vision. She was teetering on the edge, blood throbbing so frenziedly under Blue's tongue that it was painful, and she was almost to the point where no amount of effort would do any good.

"I'm-" she panted brokenly. "God, I'm-"

When she failed to finish her thought a second time, Blue hummed against her, and that was it. The vibrations between her legs sent her spiraling. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth with the start of a profanity, but it was lost on another incoherent shout as her back arched away from the wall. And it was stronger than the first. It was so strong that she needed to grab something, and the only option she had was tangling her fingers in Blue's hair as she rocked over tongue and finger. It was so strong that she couldn't have stopped the noise leaving her throat even if she tried. Each time she exhaled, it carried a high moan and whimper, shaky with the exhausted tension in every muscle of her body.

By the time it ended, she was struggling once more for air, and her legs were trembling with the effort to keep herself up. "I can't stand much longer," she said amusedly.

Blue's lips moved away as she let out a huff of laughter. While she gently pulled her finger out, she pressed a soft kiss to Asami's hip, and then she stood. She'd taken her hand out of her own shorts too, and even though she lowered her mouth to Asami's neck like she was content to keep waiting for it, Asami didn't want her to wait any longer. So she grabbed one of Blue's hands, sidestepping through the door of her bedroom. As she led the way back toward the bed, she realized the hand she was holding was the one that had been in Blue's shorts, and she knew there'd be a coating of wetness against a finger. She couldn't resist the urge she had to lift that hand, searching for the right finger and then guiding it to her lips.

When the flat of her tongue ran over the pad of it, she watched Blue's eyes flutter with a heavy beat of arousal, and she took in such a jolted breath it was audible. That was it though, just the breath, and Asami couldn't help but think that Blue was quiet. So quiet. The backs of her legs hit the bed, and as she turned Blue around, Asami had the overwhelming urge to make sure she wouldn't stay quiet. She gave a gentle push, and when Blue fell onto her back on the bed, she reached for her clothes. She pulled down shorts and underwear at once, tossing them behind her and then following toward the center of the bed.

Part of making sure she got the noises she was after meant teasing, and she could do teasing. Even from here, she could see the glistening silk waiting for her at Blue's core. It made it hard to resist going straight for it, but the only way she could be sure Blue was as desperate as she'd been was to make her say it. So she set her hips between Blue's legs, kissing low on her abdomen and pleased at the sharp intake of air. Her lips opened against that smooth flesh, pressing wet, open pecks up the side of Blue's stomach and between her ribs. Every once in a while, her teeth followed, and as her mouth worked higher, she steadily slid a hand in the opposite direction.

The longer Asami took to do anything significant, the more visibly stirred Blue got. One hand set on her hip, and the other on the back of her shoulder, and they got more restless with every moment that passed by. She worked her lips upward, widely circling the hardened point at the center of a breast while her hand finally dipped between Blue's legs. But she didn't offer any relief, not with her hand. Her middle finger worked through slick folds, purposefully avoiding the spot she knew Blue wanted, but she gave something by flicking her tongue over a nipple.

Blue sucked in a stunted breath, clutching with the hand on Asami's hip while her other slid down to Asami's elbow. She hummed with satisfaction at the next motion of Asami's tongue, but her hips throbbed with need. Every pass of Asami's finger was met with a desperate pulse, and the hand on her elbow nudged with request. She was so close to getting what she wanted, she could feel it. So she dropped her finger to Blue's entrance, pushing in only the tip of it before sliding back up.

On half desperate whimper and half exasperated laugh, Blue accused, "You're such a tease."

Asami smirked, planting a kiss to the center of her chest before glancing up at her. "Just seeing if I could get you to talk," she said playfully, dipping the very tip of her finger back in.

"Yes," Blue breathed. "God, I talk," she said imploringly, rocking her hips down to try and get Asami to enter her completely. "I talk so much, I never shut up, I promise." She groaned as Asami pushed in a little farther. "Whatever you want, please, just fuck me."

If the sheer urgency behind the plea hadn't caused Asami's face to flush with fresh arousal, she might've reeled at how downright cute it was how Blue had just shattered her silent aura. At this point, however, she was just as desperate for it. She pushed her finger all the way in, hot silk tightening around her as a relieved moan reached her ears. And there would be no more teasing.

Asami lowered herself down Blue's body, and her tongue immediately found the stiff point of Blue's clit and it fell into rhythm with the thrust of her hand. There was another loud noise from above her, and Asami was already getting exactly what she wanted, but she also wanted Blue to be completely satisfied. So her free hand stretched upward and set to work on a breast. She massaged with her palm and grazed and caressed with her thumb, loving the way she could feel the chest beneath it rise and fall with each increasingly hard breath.

It achieved exactly what she wanted. One of Blue's hands grabbed the one on her chest, squeezing and pushing with eager acceptance while her hips ground against Asami's mouth and finger. And Asami could feel her losing control. Could feel the hand on hers alternate between splaying and clenching while the motion of the soaked flesh against her tongue grew increasingly uneven.

Watching her start to come undone was… it was hot. So hot, and somehow knowing that Blue was cute and gentle while also being able to bring Asami to climax twice in as many minutes made her that much hotter. At the increasing itch of her own arousal, Asami's hands and tongue worked harder to bring pleasure, and it only took a few more seconds for it to push Blue over the edge.

She drew in a long, deep breath as the curve of her back bowed away from the mattress, and when she released it again it was in heavy moan. Her hips pushed down hard, seeking as much pressure as they could, and Asami tried to give all that she needed. She didn't stop stroking her tongue or thrusting her hand no matter how badly she wanted to pull back and watch. She let Blue drive herself over her tongue and finger until she stopped moaning and writhing and settled back onto the bed.

When it ended, Blue just lay there. Asami could see her lips moving, but it wasn't until she removed her hand and inched up to sit over Blue's hips that she could make out the absent words. 'Thank you, thank you, thank you,' is what she was mouthing repeatedly, with her eyes shut and her arms tossed out to either side of her with tired contentment. Asami couldn't resist the urge to lean down and kiss her, and Blue didn't seem to care how she tasted as lips parted against hers.

They only kissed for a few moments before Asami felt a hand slide up the inside of her thigh. She thought it was only to touch – with how little she knew about Blue, she at least knew she was into affection. But the hand continued as high as it could go, making a gentle caress through the remaining silk to see if Asami would protest. She didn't, and so a finger slid into her.

Asami straightened, eyes fluttering with pleasure when Blue used her hips as leverage, rocking them upward to push deeper. She even ground forward to meet the next thrust of Blue's hips, and she was still so sensitive and excited that she could already feel herself crashing toward the end. She couldn't slow it, especially when Blue added another finger. The subtle fullness was incredible, and as if it wasn't enough, Blue's free hand reached for one of Asami's, guiding it toward her center with the silent instruction to touch herself.

"God, you're," Asami breathed, setting her hand into motion between her legs. "You're so hot."

Blue smiled at her, with that big smile and those bright blue eyes. Asami ground down on her fingers, and she knew exactly how to touch herself and how fast and where and she was absolutely, one hundred percent already coming again. It didn't last nearly as long as the first two, but it was just as strong and it left her just as breathless, so that she was panting by the time it ended.

The moment those fingers pulled out of her, she collapsed forward, so exhausted that she couldn't bring herself to fall anywhere but right on top of Blue. For a long minute, she just laid there, face buried in Blue's neck. Then she snickered amusedly, lifting up just enough to meet those blue eyes. "I owe you a couple of orgasms." She sighed and dropped her head again. "Just give me a few minutes."

"It's okay," Blue laughed, pressing a kiss to Asami's shoulder. "Don't worry about it." Her lips didn't stop either. They kept trailing soft pecks back and forth across Asami's shoulder and up her neck. After a few seconds, Asami couldn't help but look, wanting to watch those tranquil lips land repeatedly against her skin. Only, Blue stopped when she realized Asami was looking. "Sorry."

"No, it's-" She faltered, not wanting to repeat 'it's okay.' Instead, she gave a small smile and said, "I like it." In reply, another peck was pressed to her shoulder. "I'd get off of you," Asami chuckled apologetically, "But I can't move just yet."

Blue's warm, gentle hands set on her waist, as if to offer reassurance as she said, "Take your time."

Asami did take her time, and though she fully intended to stop crushing Blue with her weight at some point, she fell asleep before she could recover enough to move. She woke the next morning feeling a warm body next to hers, and somehow they'd gotten under the blankets and something about Blue still being in her bed made her heart skip. They were facing each other; she could tell that even with her eyes closed because she could feel Blue's arm beneath her head, and her own was draped over Blue's waist. She opened her eyes, meeting a light gaze that had clearly been awake for some time.

"Been staring long?" Asami asked teasingly. The drunken fog was out of her head, and somehow Blue seemed even more attractive in the morning light shining through her bedroom window.

Especially when her dark cheeks colored with a blush, and her bottom lip tugged down in a wince. "Sorry," she said. "I've never really done this before, and I wasn't sure if I was just supposed to leave without saying anything." She paused, and Asami got the feeling she really was a talker. "And then I realized that you're kind of even prettier when I'm sober, and I couldn't stop looking at you." She immediately squeezed her eyes shut with another wince. "Crap, that sounded creepy… I wasn't going to do anything… it's just… my arm's stuck under your head and I didn't want to wake you up."

Oh my god, Asami thought as a massive smile tugged at her lips, she's fucking adorable. "Can I ask you something?" Asami asked amusedly, to which Blue gave an embarrassed nod. "Can I kiss you?"

"What?" she asked in shock, but that didn't seem to portray what she was really thinking, because she immediately added, "I mean yeah, okay, if you want to." Asami leaned across the small space between them and pressed a soft, slow kiss to Blue's lips, amazed that they somehow had even more tenderness than they did last night. She ended the kiss without completely pulling away, and Blue muttered against her mouth, "…you're still naked…"

Asami nearly snorted. "You're more naked than I am."

"That," Blue began, leaning back and pulling the blanket up to look down at her body, "is very true."

"Can I ask you something else?" Asami giggled, and Blue hummed her consent. "What's your name?"

Blue laughed, another faint blush coloring her cheeks. "Korra," she answered. "You?"

"Asami," she replied. "Korra," she said, testing the name out for herself. She liked the way it sounded, liked the way it felt on her tongue, and part of her wished she'd known it last night… "Korra," she repeated slowly, and Korra chuckled amusedly. "Do you want to, I don't know, go get breakfast with me?"

Korra grinned that big, bright, easy grin that had been so magnetic last night, and she answered without hesitation, "Yeah."