*** So I posted this on AO3 yesterday and completely forgot to post it here… sorry! Lol. Finally here's another chapter for ya, a bit late for korrasami week but, here nonetheless. You have my supporters over on P a treon to thank for this cuz they voted for it in monthly polls :). Hope you like it!

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Asami pulled into the crowded parking lot of the soccer stadium, watching waves of people in the Fire Ferrets red, gold, and white flutter past. There were also a few scattered jerseys in the mixed browns of the visiting team, and everyone was excited. It was a lot like university games that she'd attended years ago – the joyful murmurs as people passed by her car, the distant challenging yet playful shout from a Fire Ferrets supporter to a Tigerdillos fan, the bounce in everyone's step as they hurried toward the field.

She was excited, too. She'd finally plugged in her TV and hooked up the cable so she could watch the few away games Korra had over the past couple of weeks, but it was going to be entirely different actually seeing it live, with the rumble and electricity of a stadium full of people. But she was also a little bit nervous. The ticket Korra had given her was for a seat right off the field… with Korra's friends. The only friend she'd met so far was Kuvira, and knowing she was about to meet more of them, alone, was enough that her stomach was in knots.

Sitting in her car until the game was over, however, wasn't going to do her any good. She climbed out, sifting with other fans toward the stadium, but wandering instead toward a side entrance Korra had told her about. It'd been a few days since they'd seen each other, and because Korra's coach had the team at the field all day going over strategy for the game, Asami didn't get to go over to Korra's place that morning and wish her good luck like she'd wanted. What she did have was a VIP pass that could get her into the locker rooms.

She flashed that pass to the employee monitoring the side entrance, and after asking for directions to the Fire Ferrets locker room, she headed down the hall. The door labeled 'Fire Ferrets Locker' was closed, and she could hear a ruckus from the excited players on the other side of it, but she hesitated to go inside. She didn't know what to expect in a locker room. It was a coed team… so the players had to be decent enough that she wouldn't catch an eyeful, right? But what if they were superstitious about visitors or the coach didn't like people coming in to distract them right before games?

Instead of taking any chances, Asami pulled out her cellphone and texted Korra that she was outside. Then she leaned back against the wall nearby to wait. It took a minute, but the door cracked open enough for Korra's head to stick out, and when she saw Asami, her lips split in that massive goofy grin she got when she was excited – the grin that could light up an entire room and always caught Asami somewhere between swooning and grinning herself.

"Hey!" Korra let the door swing shut behind her, scooping Asami into her arms and spinning her in a circle.

Asami was halfway through a laugh when Korra set her down and kissed her. It was such a deep kiss in comparison to the playfulness of the hug, and her back hit the wall and it took Korra several long seconds to pull away, grin back in place. Asami couldn't help laughing again in spite of the fluttering in her stomach, because Korra's unpredictable pregame mood was infectious in more ways than one.

"Hi," Asami beamed. Korra took a step back, glancing down Asami's front at the official Fire Ferrets jersey she was wearing. "We match."

"Let me see the back," Korra said, squinting at her suspiciously. Asami turned, knowing that right above Korra's number fifty-seven was 'Dribble Dragon' in white letters. Korra snorted amusedly. "I cannot believe you."

"Why?" Asami asked innocently. "Did you want the one that says Dribble Dragon? Because we can trade."

"You're in so much trouble," Korra chuckled. She snatched Asami by the waist, pulling her in to gnaw at her neck with teasing growls. Asami squealed with laughter, squirming in the grip and only managing to break free because Korra started laughing too hard to keep it up. While she leaned back against the wall again, taking Korra's hand to play with her fingers, Korra asked, "You didn't want to come in?"

Asami followed her gaze to the door of the locker room. "I didn't know if I could."

"Sure you can," she said, folding her fingers with Asami's, "come on." Asami followed her in, spotting a few familiar faces around the benches and lockers as well as some new ones. She waved hello to Kuvira, and smiled at a set of twins she'd seen at the airport once. "You know Kuv, that's Wing and Wei," Korra pointed, going around the circle, "Tahno, Desna, Eska, Iroh," and she introduced the rest of the players by name. "This is Asami."

Most of them waved and went back to their game preparations, but Kuvira shot off a bench and hurried over, tucking her jersey into her shorts as she walked. "She hasn't shut up about you coming," she said, nodding toward Korra. "Asami will be here, she'll watch me play live, what if I mess up, I've been clumsy lately, blah, blah, blah. Nonstop."

"I hate you so much," Korra mumbled.

"Nice jersey!" Kuvira said, ignoring her and doing a circle around Asami, laughing when she saw the back. "I love it."

"Heading out for warmups in three minutes!" announced an older woman. Their coach probably.

"You know where your seat is?" Korra asked.

"I'll find it," Asami assured her, "good luck," and pecked her on the cheek before turning for the door.

"Hello?" Kuvira said urgently, and when Asami stopped, she told Korra, "it's bad luck if she doesn't do the girlfriend tradition."

Korra's eyes went wide, a fiery blush coloring her dark cheeks. "Kuv," she murmured in protest, "we haven't- we're not-"

They hadn't talked about a label. They were dating, of course, and there was an unspoken implication of exclusivity, but they hadn't decided that they were official. Not once had either of them said 'girlfriend,' at least not that Asami was aware, and Korra looked mortified. Looked like she was waiting for the embarrassing and awkward moment when Asami denied that they were girlfriends or made their relationship less serious. Only, Asami hadn't even been fazed by the word. Actually… she really liked it. Really liked Korra and the idea of being more than people who went on dates together and the idea that 'girlfriends' implied a future. And maybe they didn't need to have a conversation about it. Maybe this moment was enough.

"What do I have to do?" Asami asked. Korra looked from Kuvira to her with surprise, but then Asami gave her a reassuring smile, and her teeth set in a bashful grin.

"Korra's offense," Kuvira began to explain, "so you have to repeat after me, and then kiss her."

"Okay," Asami said.

She chanted, "Left field, right field, center forward," and then said flatly, "score goals, dumbass."

Asami burst into laughter. "Seriously? That's it?" Kuvira nodded eagerly, Korra simply shrugged her agreement, and Asami tried her best to keep a straight face. "Left field, right field, center forward…" she repeated, and she glanced between the two of them, trying not to laugh as she finished, "score goals, dumbass." She planted the best kiss she could to Korra's lips through her amused smile. "Good luck."

Korra was blushing again, but muttered, "Thanks," as Asami headed for the door.

She exited the side of the stadium and went back around to the main entrance, giving her ticket to the employee at the gate. It was easy enough to follow the marked signs to find her seat – the seat that was only two rows back from the field and right behind the Fire Ferrets' bench, and that was already surrounded on both sides by people, some of who were Korra's friends.

She didn't know exactly who she was looking for. The only time she'd ever seen any of them was at the club, but then she'd been so focused on Korra that she'd hardly spared a glance at anyone else. But the very moment she reached the end of her row, a guy toward the center of it took in a gasp that was almost audible even over the roar of the crowd. He had short black hair with a cute curl hanging in front of his forehead, and bright green eyes that widened along with his gasp, and he waved at Asami as if they'd known each other for years.

She skirted down the aisle until they were face to face, and he immediately took her hand in both of his to shake with her. "Asami!" he cooed excitedly. "Wow, hi, I remember you, hi. It's so nice to finally meet you!"

"Hello," Asami laughed, nearly half of her nerves already obliterated by his friendliness.

"I'm Bolin," he announced, stepping aside as much as he could to usher a woman forward. "And this is my girlfriend, Opal."

Asami shook with Opal. "Nice to meet you."

"And this," Bolin said, gesturing to the man standing beside them, "is my brother, Mako."

Ah, Asami thought, the ex. He was handsome, that's for sure, if a little bit serious looking… She took the hand he was offering, somewhat nervous about his reaction to her as she introduced, "Asami."

"We've heard a lot about you," he said nicely, but even though he let go of her hand, his amber eyes hadn't strayed from her face. Eventually he mused, "You look really familiar."

"The club?" she suggested.

"No," he murmured, staring at her intently, "aside from that."

And Asami's face nearly paled. He was a cop, wasn't he? Which meant he'd likely heard more about the investigation than was put out in the media, and that's probably why she looked familiar to him, and if he heard her last name then he'd definitely connect the dots. But that wasn't something she wanted to talk about, and she especially didn't want Korra's friends bringing it up before she'd ever even told Korra about it.

Attempting to deflect, she said, "So I heard you got promoted to detective? Congratulations."

"Yeah," Mako answered, finally giving a smile, "thanks."

He looked like he was about to say something else, maybe ask Asami about what she did for a living, but Bolin threw an arm around Mako's shoulders, pointing toward the field. "Here they come!"

The Fire Ferrets and the Tigerdillos filtered in from one end of the field, and Korra purposefully waved at Asami as the Fire Ferrets did a lap. Asami waved back, laughing when Kuvira waved at her too. She took her seat between Bolin and Mako to watch the warmups and wait for the game to start.

Mako leaned in from his seat and finally asked her, "What do you do? All Korra said was that you're a genius."

Asami laughed, blushing as she said, "I'm a mechanical engineer," purposefully leaving out what company she worked for so he wouldn't place her identity even quicker. "I design things like cars, planes, factory equipment." Mako cocked his head in thought, and a change of topic seemed like a good idea... "How do you all know Korra?"

"We played-"

"Soccer!" Bolin finished. "Before Korra joined the big leagues."

"It was a casual league," Mako explained.

Asami leaned to look at Opal on the other side of Bolin. "You played too?"

"Yeah," Opal smiled, side-glancing at Bolin, "for a different team."

"And what do you do, Bolin?" she asked.

"I'm an actor!" he answered, putting his hands to his hips to pose.

"Have I seen anything you're in?" Asami asked.

"Well," he deflated, rubbing the back of his head, "I'm an aspiring actor. I haven't been in any movers yet, but I was in that Moon Cakes commercial with the jingle." Asami's eyebrows furrowed thoughtfully, and she hardly watched enough TV to recall, but then he started doing the dance from his seat, mumbling, "moon cakes, flaky fresh-baked."

"Oh, yeah!" Asami exclaimed. "I know that one! It's catchy."

"Ask him how he got paid," Opal said, and though she tried to deadpan, there was a twinkle of amusement in her eyes.

"How'd you get paid?"

Bolin reached into his pocket, pulling out four smooshed wrapped moon cakes. "Free moon cakes for life!" He held one out. "Want one?"

"Sure," Asami laughed, taking the treat, "thanks." He passed two others to Opal and Mako.

The game began while they munched on their moon cakes, with Korra starting on offense. They made some conversation during the match, but mostly they were cheering and yelling with the rest of the crowd, and Asami was preoccupied with watching Korra.

It was an entirely different experience seeing her play live, and this close up. Asami was close enough that when play moved past center field where they were sitting, she could see the beautiful blue of Korra's eyes, or the tip of her tongue sticking out her lips in her concentration on her footwork, or the way her gaze flickered toward the crowd, as if searching for Asami every time she got a moment to breathe. It was sweet, and Asami could tell that Korra hoped she was impressed, and she was. Korra was an athlete. A spectacular athlete, and she made everything she did look so easy. She ran half the field without looking winded, changed direction mid dribble and tripped up her opponent, passed the ball with perfect precision and timing.

Best of all, even better than how easy Korra made it look, was how she looked doing it. That Fire Ferrets uniform hugged her in all the right places, and Asami could ogle the muscles in her arms and thighs with hardly trying. The shirt sleeves were short enough to watch the outline of her biceps flex with the movement of her arms. Her shorts cut off above the knee so that every sinew of powerful muscle beneath dark flesh strained through each stride. After half the game, Korra had sweated enough that her shirt began to stick to her stomach and back, and Asami could picture the outlines of muscle beneath that too. The last thing she expected was to feel this attracted to Korra during a game, but she was more than just attracted. It was a turn on. And she was loving every second of it.

It was one to zero by the last twenty minutes of the game, but even though the Fire Ferrets were winning, Asami could tell that Korra was getting tired. And frustrated. The Tigerdillos were pushing hard, and Asami didn't know the exact rules of soccer, but one player seemed particularly aggressive every time she got near Korra. Asami recalled Korra saying that she'd been in fights on the field, and what with the way Mako leaned forward intensely whenever Korra and that other player got close to each other, she was a little worried about what might happen.

That tension culminated in a moment when the Tigerdillos player caught up to Korra while she had the ball. Korra was making her way up the field almost directly in front of their seats, and the player slid into her from behind, taking them both to the ground. Whistles sounded instantly, but Korra vaulted to her feet, chest puffing and shoulders squaring like she was ready to retaliate. The other player gained her feet too, meeting the advance so readily it was like that's what she'd wanted.

Asami sat forward at the edge of her seat, hoping Korra wouldn't get hurt while Bolin and Mako jumped up, yelling about a foul. But just when it looked like Korra might snap, she blinked, glanced over and made eye contact with Asami, and all that anger faded into a smile. She winked and jogged off to take her penalty kick.

Asami sank back into her seat, Mako doing the same as he muttered, "Whoa."

"What?" Asami asked.

"Korra and that girl are always getting into it," he said. "I'm surprised she resisted the challenge. She's really trying to make a good impression on you."

Asami grinned, relaxing even further into her seat while she watched Korra score her penalty shot. Sure, Korra might have avoided the fight because she wanted to look good, but Asami hadn't done anything. That was all her, her choice and her self-control, and Asami was proud of her. So proud that she couldn't wait for the game to end so she could meet Korra outside the locker room, to congratulate her for winning the game and praise her for being such a good sport about the foul, and maybe reward her a little bit too…

By the time the match was over, Asami was itching to see her. She would've headed straight there, but as they walked toward the exit, Mako said, "We'll meet you and Korra at the restaurant?"

Right, dinner plans. Asami nodded, and because she'd used her connections to get the reservation at a place that was hard to get into, she said, "It's under my name."

"What's your last name?" he asked.

Asami froze. That was the kind of information she didn't want to tell him, and now he'd know. Crap, he'd definitely know. "Sato," she answered hesitantly. She watched him process that information, and the moment it finally dawned on him where he knew her from, she waved. "Bye, we'll see you there."

She made a beeline for the side entrance to the locker rooms. Crap. This was why Asami never got to open up to people on her own time. Because everybody knew about her life and made assumptions and by the time she finally got to tell her side, they'd already formed an opinion. Mako had certainly formed an opinion about her and her family, and long before he'd ever met her, but now she'd have to tell Korra. She had no choice. But the very idea that Korra might not want to be with her afterward was terrifying.

She reached the door and texted Korra that she was waiting outside, and she was already nervous, but the longer she waited, the worse it got. It was taking Korra forever, and she didn't respond to acknowledge Asami's text. After a long span of tense minutes, Asami started to wonder if Mako hadn't even waited to tell Korra. If he'd called her and was telling her everything that very moment and Asami would never get a chance to explain. And she was sweating, leaning her back against the wall while her heart pounded, trying to smile at the teammates who left while she waited.

Eventually the door opened and Korra came out, and the massive grin on her face was the most beautiful thing Asami had ever seen. She heaved a sigh of relief because there was no way Korra would be that happy to see her if Mako had called and told her everything, and Asami threw her arms around Korra's neck in a hug.

"We won!" Korra beamed.

Asami nodded. She'd had all this enthusiasm and praise and physical affection ready for Korra, but the residual panic made it impossible now. "You played amazing," she said, hugging Korra again and burying her face in her neck. She smelled so fresh, and her hair was wet, and that's why it'd taken her so long. She'd showered so they could go to dinner and Asami had been freaking out for no reason.

Well, not for no reason. She still had to say it. As they walked to Korra's motorcycle to ride to the restaurant together, she knew she had to say it. They rode there while Korra weaved in and out of traffic and Asami told herself repeatedly to calm down, but by the time they pulled into the restaurant's parking lot, she was freaking out all over again. It was the last thing she wanted to do, but she had to say it.

Korra threw off her helmet and climbed off the bike, but she stopped short when Asami made no move to do the same. She watched while Asami removed her own helmet and took in the look on Asami's face, and her expression shifted instantly. "What's wrong?"

"I have to tell you something," Asami forced out on a breath, taking in a deep one to prepare herself. "I wasn't ready to tell you, but Mako knows and I don't know what he'll say."

"You don't have to tell me," Korra said, looking severely concerned and confused at the same time. "If Mako tries to say something, I won't listen."

Asami shook her head, shifting to sit sideways on the bike, rubbing her hands together to keep them from trembling. "I want you to hear it from me. It's only a matter of time before you hear it somewhere else."

"Okay…"

"You know how I told you that my mom died when I was a kid," Asami asked, "and I don't have a good relationship with my dad?" Korra nodded. "Well, it happened when I was six… my mom was killed by some gang members who broke in to rob our house."

"I'm so sorry," Korra said, stepping forward and reaching out for Asami's hand.

The warmth of the touch steadied her enough to continue. "My dad knew who did it, it was a gang who was upset that he wouldn't let Future Industries do business with them, but no matter how hard he fought, there wasn't enough to bring them to justice." Asami sighed, squeezing Korra's hand for strength. "So he decided to get justice himself."

Korra's eyebrows furrowed. "He's like a vigilante?"

"In his mind, maybe," Asami answered, shrugging. "He wants to shut that gang down for good, but the only way he knows how to do that is by doing criminal things too."

"What's he doing?" Korra asked.

"Whatever he has to," she said, swallowing hard around the lump in her throat. "I wanted him to just let it go so we could move on, but he became obsessed and willing to do anything. He was being investigated for years, but then he was going to be arrested so he went into hiding, and I was finally old enough, so I took over Future Industries."

There was a long pause as Korra thought about it, and then she asked, "Do you know where he is?"

Asami shook her head. "But… he's still my dad… to be honest, I don't know if I want to know where he is, because then I'd have to choose." She raised her free hand to her forehead, avoiding meeting Korra's eyes. "The police don't believe me because he calls sometimes, and they don't believe that I won't use Future Industries assets to support him, so I'm being investigated and constantly watched too. He wants me to join him. Says I need protection because the gangs are at war, but I wouldn't need protection if it wasn't for him, not from gangs or from the media or from people who think they know me."

"Are you in danger?" Korra asked, her voice full of concern.

"No," she answered. "Not exactly, and I've been taking self-defense classes for years."

"That's good…" Korra hesitated for a moment before asking cautiously, "You don't use assets to support him, do you?"

"NO," Asami said, some mixture of hurt and offense and fear churning her stomach. "I never wanted anything to do with it. That's why I left for university and I never answer when he calls and-"

"Hey," Korra said, bringing Asami's hand up to her lips, pressing tender kisses to the back. "I know, I believe you. I just… I had to ask…"

"You believe me?" she asked.

Korra nodded. "Did you think I wouldn't?"

"I don't know, not really," she admitted. "I just thought it might be too much drama when you found out and you wouldn't want to deal with it." Her cheeks flushed with heat as she added, "But now that I think about it, I probably should've told you sooner, in case reporters start putting stuff in tabloids about us and it hurts your image in the media."

"I don't care much about that," Korra chuckled, shrugging, "as long as I still get to play soccer." She folded their fingers together, giving a shy smile. "I really like you, Asami, a lot. Who cares what anybody else thinks? So what if my girlfriend's a criminal?"

"I'm not a criminal," Asami said, narrowing her eyes.

"Well," Korra drawled, "you did steal my heart."

And just like that, Asami smiled, all nerves and anxiety completely gone. "That was so cheesy," she giggled.

"I know," Korra laughed, and thumbed the edge of Asami's lips, "but it got the job done." She glanced away, adding nervously, "And you didn't protest me calling you my girlfriend."

Asami reached up to slip her arms around Korra's neck, pulling her forward until she was standing between Asami's legs. "Maybe I like being called your girlfriend."

"That's good," Korra said, setting her hands on Asami's hips, "because my friends have been calling you that for weeks now…"

"I wish I'd known," she laughed, "I'd have called me that sooner too."

Korra beamed, grinning at her for a few whole seconds before pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Thank you for telling me even though you weren't ready. If you ever want to talk about anything, or need anything, I'll try to be as helpful as I can."

"I know you will," Asami said, and she meant it, and her heart swelled as she wondered how she could've ever been afraid to tell Korra the truth, because when had Korra ever been anything but accepting and sweet? "Thank you for being so amazing."

"What are girlfriends for?" Korra asked, smile widening at the word, and Asami couldn't help smiling either. "So, did you have fun at the game? Were my friends nice?"

"They were great," she answered, and even though she'd have loved to sit there with her arms around Korra's neck all night, she tossed a look at the restaurant, "and I believe they're waiting for us."

She hopped off the bike so they could start for the restaurant, and Asami was still so full of appreciation and affection and lingering attraction that she took Korra's hand and hugged herself to that arm, and she hardly let go for the duration of dinner. Not while they were seated, not even when they got their food and ate. Instead, the more time that passed, the less she seemed to be able to keep her hands to herself. Korra was incredible, and she'd reacted so much better to hearing about Asami's past and family than Asami ever could've hoped. And Mako did bring it up, and Korra, with her hand clasped firmly in Asami's, told him to leave work at work, and Asami melted right into her side.

At some point, Korra noticed all the touching too. Noticed exactly how close to her Asami wanted to be, because she finally took her hand from Asami's just to drape that arm around her shoulders and pull her closer. Asami's fingers caressed up and down Korra's thigh atop her jeans, and Korra's fingers drew circles over her shoulder, and dinner couldn't end quickly enough. As much fun as it was talking to Korra's friends, Asami couldn't get lingering images of Korra on the field out of her head. Korra in her sweat-soaked jersey. Korra's powerful muscles working to run and dribble and score. She couldn't stop thinking about the word 'girlfriend,' and about how understanding and supportive Korra was.

She was thinking about sex. But it wasn't just the physical release or how great it was being with Korra like that, it was the intimacy. It was being close more than just physically. They'd made the ten date rule because of things like the issues with Asami's father, because they were still getting to know each other and it was important that they were as good together emotionally as they were physically. Only, Asami had never been so good. She'd never been so comfortable or happy or smitten. Never been so content to have all those feelings reciprocated, and she almost didn't care about the rule.

By the time dinner ended and they were walking hand in hand back to Korra's motorcycle, Asami was so gone in how badly she wanted to be near Korra that she didn't say anything. She feared that speaking would break what little composure she had left, and Korra had to feel it too, because she didn't speak either. She silently handed Asami the second helmet, barely able to tear her eyes away until they both climbed on. Asami wrapped her arms around Korra's waist to hold onto her as they took off, and she tried her best to behave, but that sweat-soaked jersey.

There were muscles beneath Korra's fresh clothing that Asami missed seeing and feeling and kissing, and she was so enamored that she couldn't resist slipping her hands beneath Korra's shirt, just to touch her abs and hips and reacquaint herself with them. Korra was so gentle, but her body was solid and toned and so sexy. She could feel Korra's abs tighten against her touch every time she ran her hands over them, could feel Korra straighten her posture to give her more room. Korra's throttle hand shifted, careening them toward home faster than ever, and Asami didn't know what was waiting for her. She didn't know if Korra was as close to losing sight of their rule as she was, and they were so far from their ten date goal that it was almost pathetic, but she wanted something. Some way to express the intimacy and appreciation and, god, the love that she had. She wouldn't say it. It was way too soon and even she knew the difference between infatuation and love, but that's where she was heading and she didn't want to stop it.

They reached Korra's apartment building, and Korra took Asami's hand as they walked toward the entrance, and she was definitely thinking about it too. She still didn't say anything, but her thumb ran rapid strokes across the back of Asami's hand. Restless strokes. Strokes that let Asami know she was doing everything she could to keep her hand there, folded with Asami's. It was like one fast move would snap the tension between them, but as they got on the elevator to go up to Korra's floor, Asami couldn't take the distance between them anymore.

She pulled Korra's hand toward her at the same time as she took a step toward the rear of the elevator, and it was like Korra had been waiting for the invitation. Every bit of restraint broke in the matter of an instant. Korra's hands set on her waist and her back hit the wall and Korra was there. Pressing up against her and pulling her closer and kissing her like they hadn't kissed in ages. Her entire body flushed with a heat so strong that she melted all over again, into Korra and Korra's hands and Korra's kiss.

Her arms slid around Korra's neck, and she was so focused on the way Korra was pushing into her that she barely registered the ding of the elevator reaching the third floor. It took a moment for them to stumble off the lift, but their lips and bodies never parted. Every step toward the apartment that took Asami too far away, Korra was pulling her right back, tripping them up so they crashed against the wall. Asami's shoulders met the surface, and her arms tightened around Korra's neck to encourage the hard press of her solid body. The wandering of her hands.

Asami didn't care about running bases too quickly anymore, didn't care so much about holding back. They didn't have to have sex, they could just kiss and touch, but she needed contact. All she cared about was the way Korra's fingers dug into her lower back. How those strong hands slid up her waist, came forward to run down her stomach, and traced back up like Korra wanted so badly to feel more.

With the first push of Korra's hips into hers, Asami's fingers threaded in Korra's hair, and with the next she pulsed in return, letting the motion roll through her so even her chest pushed against Korra's. She was already well on her way to breathless, but then Korra's lips left hers for her neck. They opened against the side of it, sealing over her pulse point without any gentle pecks to ready her for the searing heat, and she hummed a weak approval. Korra's mouth was scorching, and the blazing moisture of her tongue traced the sensitive skin between the firm suction of her lips, sending waves of heat barreling to Asami's core with the rhythm of her hips.

Asami's head lolled to the side, offering up more of her neck while one hand left Korra's head for her hips, encouraging the push of them against her. And Korra finally got bold enough to touch her. Hands traveled up her stomach to her chest, and it felt so good to have Korra grab her. To have Korra's palms kneading and groping and a thumb teasing her nipple through her shirt, and she couldn't stop a low moan from leaving her throat. But then she realized that they weren't even in Korra's apartment yet and they had to stop doing this in public spaces.

Asami used the grip on Korra's head to bring their lips together again, and then she guided them away from the wall, walking backwards as gracefully as she could. They stumbled farther, hands leaving her breasts for her waist so Korra could keep them close, and Asami was so eager that she hardly knew which apartment was which. When they reached the far end of the hall, she turned them around, slamming Korra back against the door and dipping her head to take Korra's earlobe between her teeth.

Korra's hands dropped to her backside, squeezing and using the grip to grind Asami forward, but even through the arousal, she protested on a breath, "Not this door."

Korra surged forward, pushing Asami back into the door across the hall while one hand went to her pocket for her keys. Her lips found that same spot on Asami's neck, fingers of her free hand clutching at Asami's hip to keep moving against her, but just as Korra pulled her keys from her pocket, the door Asami had shoved her into opened. An irritated face scowled across the hall at them, and Korra froze, her face flushing a dark crimson as she turned away from Asami.

But Asami didn't have time for this. She took the keys from Korra's hand as Korra mumbled breathlessly, "Sorry, Mrs. Hong, we were just-" and she unlocked the door and dragged Korra in after her before she could finish that sentence.

Lips were back on hers before the door had even fully closed. Korra's hands were back to gripping and clutching, and they ignored Naga as they staggered in the dark toward the couch. Asami fell onto it first, back hitting the cushions with Korra falling right on top of her, and there wasn't so much as a hitch in their rhythm. Korra braced herself on one forearm, the other hand grabbing the back of Asami's knee to guide that leg around her hip, and then it ran up her thigh and under her shirt. That hand groped at her chest, pinching the stiff point at a center and then massaging the sensitivity out so perfectly that Asami could barely breathe.

This was what she wanted. Touching. Korra's hand on her body. Exploring her chest and then tracing her curves to her backside, grabbing and caressing back up. And her hands weren't idle. They were everywhere. Cupping Korra's face, rounding her shoulders, palming the distinct lines of muscle on her stomach and back. Anywhere Asami could reach, she touched.

Korra was panting against her lips, and took in enough air to ask, "How many dates has it been?"

Asami's head fell back as Korra's mouth dipped to her neck, her legs reflexively wrapping around Korra's waist as she said, "Two." But god, she wished it were ten.

Korra groaned and sucked hard at her throat, but their hips hadn't stopped moving together, and the way Asami had shifted made that movement just right. She hadn't done it on purpose, but everything they were doing was so hot and she was already so wet, and every time Korra ground her hips forward, the inseam of Asami's jeans rubbed directly over her clit. The first time it happened, she drew in a heavy gasp, hands shooting down to grab Korra's hips because she wasn't sure if she should stop it. But it felt so good. Her hands pulled as her hips pushed, grinding Korra harder against her so that her back bowed and she moaned, knowing she wouldn't have been able to stop herself even if she wanted to.

"Fuck, Asami," Korra breathed into her neck, hand grazing the curve of her back beneath her shirt, "you don't know what you do to me."

Asami swallowed hard, trying to find the words to express what she was feeling, physically and emotionally, but she couldn't. She couldn't think past the searing mouth at her neck or the touch of Korra's hand or the rhythmic friction between her legs. "Korra, I'm-" She dug her fingers into Korra's back, clutching for sanity. "I'm going to come." There was a ragged and muffled profanity against her neck, but the grinding at her core froze. "Don't stop."

"The rule?" Korra murmured, but her hips jogged into motion, her hand slipping deeper between the couch and Asami to grasp at her backside, pulling them even more flush with every thrust.

"No, it," Asami paused, struggling for air to even speak while one of her hands returned to Korra's hair, "it doesn't count." She brought Korra's lips to hers, panting against them, "Touch yourself."

Korra's mouth crashed down on hers, and Korra didn't so much as protest. Her hand shot between them, flicking open the button of her jeans and then shoving straight in. The sigh of relief Korra released onto Asami's tongue had her clenching with need, but infinitely better was that Korra's hand created a bulge between them, and it pressed that ridge in her jeans even more accurately against her.

Korra ground as smoothly and rhythmically as she could, but Asami could feel the increasing snag in the cadence as Korra muttered, "I'm going to come so fast."

"Do it," Asami purred, and she curled herself into Korra, leaving Korra's lips to trace her tongue over the shell of her ear as a flood of heat exploded at her core. "I'm there, Korra, come."

And she was gone. Falling right over the edge of bliss and feeling Korra stiffen above her. She had to let Korra go as her spine arched, head tipping back so she could moan her pleasure to the ceiling. Korra's head had fallen into the crook of her neck, the vibrations of Korra's own climaxing moans against her throat. Her hips rocked on their own, keeping rhythm with every powerful wave that crashed through her, rocking her against the pressure of Korra's hand to keep her there as long as possible.

She came down from it slowly, throbbing against nothing but the mess of moisture between her legs, jerking with aftershocks every time Korra's hand so much as moved to keep touching herself. When not so much as a twitch could be drawn out of her, she sighed with satisfaction, and Korra pulled her own hand out of her jeans and collapsed on top of her.

They lay there panting for air for an entire minute, and then in silence for a couple more before Asami laughed, "Shit, Korra, we're hopeless." But as much as she'd wanted to follow their ten date rule, there wasn't a single part of her that regretted it, and technically they hadn't had sex…

Korra hummed against her, pressing a kiss to where her face was buried in Asami's neck. "We'll do better next time."

"Yeah," Asami laughed, wrapping her arms around Korra to hold her close, already drowsy with contentment, "right."