Chapter One

Korra tugged roughly at the heavy blankets that surrounded her, but they just wouldn't budge. It was already winter in Republic City; the snow was falling light outside Korra's window. But even if the sight was gorgeous, the lack of warmth was unbearable, even if she was used to it.

She rolled her body over so that she could rip the blankets free, but stopped quickly, taking in the sight of Asami curled into a ball, the majority of the bed's sheets and blankets tucked closely to her body. Unable to suppress the smile dancing across her lips, Korra decided that letting this sleeping beauty keep warm was more important that her own needs.

Korra delicately climbs over Asami, making sure not to rouse her, and stated out the window. The Avatar's lack of clothing wasn't helping the current "I'm cold" situation. She let out a strong shiver as her gaze drifted to the mass piles of ice and snow that coated the streets outside of her large house. Korra let out a low whistle of surprise. Even with her bending, there was no way that she could be able to help the metal bending police clear any of the roads, at least until tomorrow.

Asami's eyes fluttered open to the sight of the naked Avatar staring contently out the window. A grin played her lips as she took in the way her body looked in the early morning sunlight; the peaking rays of light danced across Korra's skin, illuminating her body to make her look even more God-like than Asami would like to admit. Even with her hair astray, Korra's features were as tempting as they'd always been: strong and beautiful.

Asami tried keeping as quiet as she could to marvel at the Avatar's body, but Korra stretched, bringing more of her sinful body into view, Asami purred loudly enough to catch the girl's attention.

"Good morning," Korra smiled down gently.

"I can't believe I slept over. It's unusual. But whatever you did last night really took its toll on me. We have to try that again!"

"I have to stop sleeping around with you, you know," Korra said with a frown. "If you and that... guy you're interested in keep up what you're doing, this has to stop." It pained Korra to emit these words, but it was the truth. She wasn't going to be some sort of "late night hook up" for Asami anymore, though that's what she told herself three years ago.

"But you're so good, Korra. You're impossible to keep my hands off of," Asami said slyly, standing up and removing the blankets, practically skipping over behind Korra and wrapping her arms around the younger girl's waist. "Kenji probably won't be anywhere near your expertise. You know my body like it's your own."

This kind of affectionate embrace only stirred up more or Korra's feelings. She wanted to spin Asami around and tell her everything, but the two agreed long ago that this relationship was purely physical. They were still the best of friends, but when they needed a sexual release, it wasn't long before they showed up on each other's doorsteps or snuck away to a utility closet.

Even though they agreed on the relationship being purely physical, Korra began catching feelings for the young heiress quickly; faster than she could have imagined.

Korra shook away her thoughts and removed Asami's arms from their warm embrace around her body. "I'm serious, Asami. If you're considering something romantic with him, we need to stop."

"I know," her voice was quiet. She peered out the window, taking in the sight of the massive piles of snow across the ground; a mischievous grin crept across her lips. She traced the tip of her finger up Korra's spine, sending electrifying shivers up the bender's nervous system. Korra's eyes fluttered shut and the heiress leaned over to whisper in her ear with a sultry voice. "Well, it seems that there isn't a possible way to get my car unstuck from the snow right now, so how about we kill some time..."

The feeling of Asami's hot breath against her ear drove Korra's mind insane. Every time the two would become intimate, Korra's feeling grew stronger. It was almost impossible to keep them in check. She had gotten so close to slipping up many times she's surprised Asami hadn't caught on already.

Asami was the first person that Korra let anywhere near her private area, and it took some convincing. The sex had started weeks before, but it was only one sided, Korra pleasuring Asami. Being the only one experiencing the pleasure, Asami wanted to repay the favor. Once Asami touched her down there for the first time, fingers wiggling inside her, Korra knew that no other person could make her feel this way.

But of course, Korra was whipped by love, obeying the older woman's every order, unable to stop herself.

She succumbed to Asami's hot breath and erotic touches, spinning herself around in Asami's arms and smashing their lips together. The force was almost enough to send Asami stumbling away, but her firm griping Korra's muscular lower back kept her feet steady. Asami parted her lips, giving Korra's tongue enough room to slide in gracefully, dancing around Asami's mouth with structure. Asami never really noticed how much of an amazing kisser Korra actually was. At first she had been clumsy, but after three years of practice, Korra became full of knowledge and expertise in the arts of teasing and sex.

She wasn't sure how the two of them ended up on the bed again so quickly, but Asami didn't mind. Korra's flesh lay gently atop her own as the Avatar cupped Asami's face in her hands. Korra broke the kiss, now gently biting and kissing down the heiress's jawline, down her neck and in between her breasts. Korra took hold of Asami's erect nipple in her mouth, gently sucking and rolling the sensitive flesh with her tongue, her hand sliding up Asami's rib cage to give the other breast some attention.

"Oh fuck... Korra...!"

The Avatar's kisses trailed lower and lower before she reached Asami's waiting core, its heat radiating on to Korra's face only inches away. Korra smiled coyly as new thoughts plagued her mind on how to send Asami over the edge.

"Are you down for something new?" Korra asked seductively, biting down her lower lip to gaze in to Asami's lust filled eyes. Her eyes danced with something more than lust, but Korra didn't have time to ponder over it before Asami nodded her head vigorously.

Korra leaned her face down to meet Asami's pussy lips, the lips were already damp from Asami's pent up arousal. Korra stuck her tongue out and did something, something with her waterbending, creating a thin layer of smooth ice around the muscle. She trailed her tongue across Asami's labia before driving it deep within the heiress's core.

The ice was a whole new feeling for Asami; the heat of her core and the sensation of Korra's iced tongue were making her wild. She grinds her hips furiously against the writhing muscle inside her walls. Korra's thumb was caressing Asami's bud drawing light, sensual circles around it and occasionally sliding her finger over it. The heiress couldn't suppress the moans that rocketed from her throat, no matter how hard she tried.

"FUCK! KORRA!" Asami let fly. She had gotten off easier than before, it only took a short around of time before the older woman was ready to let herself go, but Korra didn't want it to end. Her strong pushes became shallow and teasing, slowing down her writhing and sending Asami over the edge. "I'm - coming!" she shouts, flooding Korra's mouth with the delectable liquid as her body convulsed with waves of pleasure. Asami dropped her hands that had become entangled within Korra's luxurious brown locks and brought the Avatar's face up to her own, planting a deep kiss on her lips. Korra pressed their bodies together before pulling away to stare at Asami's eyes.

"Enough time killed?" Korra asked with a smile.

"That... That was incredible. Now it's going to be even harder to give you up!"

'So don't give me up' Korra thought.

"My bad," Korra retorted with a huff. Asami hadn't realized, but her mind wandered away and all she could focus on was Korra's baby blues. There was certain angst or regret hidden within the white flakes that danced across the surface of the roaring sea of blue. Asami was so captivated that she hadn't noticed the breath she was holding in. She exhaled slowly and extended her arms in a faux stretch. Asami wanted to appear tired to the tuckered-out Avatar so they could get some much needed sleep that they didn't acquire the night before. Korra rolled off and faced the wall, giving Asami some privacy.

One rule of the circumstances was no cuddling. Although the rule was necessary in preventing feelings to catch, Asami wished this wasn't true. She loved cuddling, and she had only experienced it once with Korra, but not after passion. It was after a near-fatal blizzard the two of them found themselves in back when the visited the South Pole last year. Asami had almost died had it not been for Korra to warm her body while they were trapped overnight in an icy sepulcher. She wanted to feel that again for some reason; it was pushing on her mind to feel the Avatar wrap her arms around her.

"Korra?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you want to... uhh... snuggle? With me?" The room was silent, leaving Asami to second guess herself. She opened up her mouth to retract the nervous offer, but before she could utter another word, Korra's body was pressing itself up against Asami from behind. She wrapped an arm around the heiress's waist, nuzzling her face in the crook of Asami's neck. Asami felt a hot blush rise to her cheeks as Korra ran her fingers through Asami's raven locks, the loving gesture making Asami's eyes feel as heavy as sandbags. Korra could see the struggle Asami was fighting to keep her eyelids open. She leaned over to kiss Asami on the cheek and whisper sweetly in her ear:

"Don't fight it off. Go to sleep, Asami." Korra's words melted in Asami ears as she felt the thick blanket be pulled over her shoulders, resting her body against the Avatar before falling in to a deep sleep.

Korra glanced down at Asami, her beautiful face at peace in her slumber, and her delicate chest rising and falling with every breath. Korra wished that she owned one of those picture-boxes - or whatever they were called, Korra honestly couldn't remember - to take a photograph of the beautiful woman cradled in her arms. She smiled warmly and kissed the back of Asami's head. "I love you, Asami" Korra whispered so softly it was almost inaudible for her own ears.

But Asami heard it.