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Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!
I’ve never been this nervous, nor this excited, and I can’t stop my right leg from bobbing up and down. Two stops to go, then the bus will stop pretty much right outside Jakes. I’m not interested in eating, in fact I’m not even sure I’ll be able to, despite their steak being to die for.
I flip out my phone and hit the camera switch button. For hours I agonised over doing something different with my looks, like maybe digging out out the makeup that’s been collecting cobwebs in the bathroom cupboard. But in the end I figured I’d take my Mother’s advice.
Always be yourself sweetie, anyone who ’d try to change you isn’t worth your time.
So yeah, no makeup, minimal hair product, fringe swept to the right. Looks good, I think, though I can’t say I’m feeling my usual confidence today. What if she hates what I’m wearing? I mean it’s nothing special, just faded blue jeans, a black, sleeveless vest and my favourite white, baggy jacket. She texted earlier asking if Jakes had any kind of dress code, and I laughed, because of course it doesn’t.
Me: No, it’s just a chain. Wear whatever.
Asami: Okay, casual it is. Looking forwards to meeting you, Korra.
Me: Me too… :-)
The bus comes to a halt, then starts moving again. One stop to go, and I have to swallow a sudden large lump of nothing. Breathe, Korra. You’ve had dates before. Yeah, dates with douches, mainly guys, or girls who’re so vain I lose interest in less than ten seconds. There was one girl once whom I kind of liked, but turns out she was cheating on her boyfriend. Man, I hope Asami is different - she sure seems to be. She’s genuine, she’s gorgeous, and shit, this is my stop, shit, I’m gonna miss it! SHIT!
“Wait!” I yell, causing a few heads to turn as I stagger to my feet and sprint down the bus, but the driver has already closed the doors and the bus is slowly moving away. The driver, a grey haired woman with a long scar down one cheek, looks at me with disdain, and rolls her eyes.
“Ma’am, please. I’ll give you all of my yuans, everything I have, if you just stop and let me off here.”
She shakes her head, and chuckles, “meeting someone special?”
I nod vigorously, and summon my best pleading eyes. She stops the bus somewhat reluctantly, opens the door, and I quickly thank her, breathing out a huge sigh of relief as I clamber outside just ten meters from the actual stop.
Just before the entrance to Jakes, I pull out my phone again, and check the time. Eight fifty-five, and no texts from Asami - hopefully no news is good news. I walk into the resteraunt, feeling almost hungry when the salty, meaty aroma assaults my senses, but then feeling anything but hungry when I remember I’ll be seeing her in a few, painful minutes.
“Hi, table for Korra, please.” I politely address the young, blonde-haired girl stood at the entry. She checks her tablet and I feel a brief moment of panic when she scrolls up and down for a while, looking confused. Jakes is rammed at this time of day, so if my booking didn’t work, there’s just no way-
“Ah, found you. Table for two, correct?” she looks up, smiling, and I let out the breath I didn’t realise I’d been holding.
“Yes, please.” I say, with much relief, then I follow her to the far end of the large restaurant. It really is busy, there’s not a single table free so far as I can tell, and even the bar overflow area is full.
“The other lady is already here, by the way,” the girl says nonchalantly, like it’s nothing important, like it doesn’t almost stop my heart right there and then.
“Uh, thanks,” I mutter, and just a moment later the girl gestures a hand, indicating that I should sit, and there’s a pair of the most stunningly beautiful green eyes I think I’ve ever seen in my whole life, looking straight into mine, and somehow I’m sat down opposite Asami without ever realising that I’d moved.
“Uh, hi…” I try to keep my voice level, and she reaches her hand out the same time as I do mine. She’s dressed in black and red, just jeans and a T-shirt, her favourite colours. The red goes with her crimson painted lips, even more captivating in real life than they were on-screen.
“We meet at last,” she says with a smile, her hand folding itself into mine like it just… fits, somehow. Her skin feels soft, inviting, and I almost regret letting go after the brief greeting. We give the girl our drinks orders - red wine for her, white for me.
“So, you’re a white person?” Asami says, and the words somehow sound like they’re mingled with a purr.
“White?” I frown, thinking surely my bronze skin indicates I’m anything but. Asami laughs at my clear confusion.
“Your wine choice, you dork,” Asami chuckles and I shake my head, laughing with her. It’s the first time she’s said the nickname to my face, though we’ve used many of them on our internet chats. I’m her dork. She’s my nerd. We both like world of battlestorm, in which she plays a female orc, a mage, and I’m a sneaky little goblin assassin. She duelled me once. I lost, badly. It’s only been two weeks, but we’ve spent every spare hour talking, and the more we talk now, the more I realise she’s just the same in real life.
By the time the girl has brought our drinks we’re speaking freely, comfortably, like old friends. Laughing about the time my goblin accidentally fell off a cliff into a pack of bull-snorters. Or the time she was at work and almost got caught out in the middle of a meeting, when she was typing rather suggestive things to me. Our hands have found each other again, fingers entwined within fingers upon the table, and I can’t even say when it happened, but my heart’s pounding in my chest just from this, the lightest of touches, and I’m mesmerised by her gaze.
“Hey, we’re both mid-twenties, right?” she suddenly asks the question, then sips on her wine, her stare never breaking from mine. There’s a certain suggestive glint to her eyes, and it’s taking my breath away.
“Uh, yeah,” I say, then struggle to not choke when I feel her foot slide up my leg, causing a fire to erupt into life below my gut. I take a large swig of my own drink, and I watch as the corner of her lip slowly curves up into a smirk. She presses her toe into my inner thigh, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have to stop myself from publicly reacting.
“I don’t know about you, but I’ve become rather… tired of following tradition. Knowing someone a set number of days, or weeks…” She pauses, inching her toe just a little further up, causing my heart to beat that much harder, “… having to go on a set number of dates. Knowing when to act, when not to. Following the rules that society deems are acceptable.” She strokes her thumb on the side of my hand as she speaks, and I squeeze her fingers with mine when her toe edges up again, pausing just before it reaches my now-burning centre.
“Yeah,” I say, my throat hoarse,“it does feel like we’re… erm, checking things off a list, sometimes,” I agree, wishing that her toe moved just a little higher, that her hand and her lips were running all over my body right about now.
“Want to just… skip it? My car’s right outside, and you said you live nearby…” she huskily breathes the words, pressing her toe into just the right spot, forcing me to bite back a moan. I swear I’ve never left a restaurant so quickly. I give the waitress roughly what we would have spent on the way out, with an apology, though she’s got a glint in her eyes that tells me she’s amused at the sight rather than annoyed.
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I like watching her drive. She’s got a gorgeous car, a convertible, and from the looks of things I guess she must have money, but I don’t care about that. The hood’s down, her hair blows in the wind, and every time we pause at a set of lights, she looks at me, licks her lips and bites her lower lip in a half-smile, and I swear I’ve never wanted anyone so badly.
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No sooner have I closed the door than she’s against me, there’s no awkward first kiss, no hesitation, just her lips, hot, hungry, and demanding, pressed into mine, and I can’t help but groan against them because she just feels so fucking good.
Our lips barely break apart, skin assaulting skin between hot, breathy gasps, and we’re almost tearing our clothes off one another whilst I clumsily guide her to my room. There’s a moment where her calf catches on my coffee-table, and she stumbles, but I’m quick, and I catch her.
“Careful,” I chuckle, and whilst holding her like this, I take advantage of the fact her head’s tilted back, running my tongue down her exposed neck.
“Fuck, Korra…” she gasps, and I feel a shudder down my spine at the words. She’s amazing, we’re already down to half-dressed, I lift her by her thighs, and she wraps her arms around my neck with a throaty chuckle. Lips and tongue assault my ear, I can feel myself getting wetter whilst her teeth clasp against my skin, and I’m barely concealing my groans whilst I carry her towards my bedroom, forcing the door open with a sharp kick.
It’s a flurry of movement, but somehow we’re on my bed and I’m above her, we’re still wearing our bras and jeans, her legs are wrapped around my waist, eyes lidded, and lips swollen, slightly parted. I press myself into her, sinking into a deep, guttural groan when we kiss, feeling the warmth between her legs seep through her jeans, hot and damp against my bare abdomen. I slide one hand down past her torso, popping open her top button, slightly whimpering when she catches my lower lip between her teeth. I guide my fingers down, easing the zip open, sinking beneath the soft silk of her panties, and into the softer silk below, between her damp folds. She’s so wet that it takes my breath away.
“Ah-oh mmhm,” she groans, her teeth releasing my lip, her nails digging into my back whilst my middle digit rolls across her hard, wet bud. She writhes into the touch, gasping against my ear, and soon the gasps become a menacing growl, at which her fingers thread into my hair, forming a fist.
“Not yet,” she groans reluctantly, putting a hand to my torso, lightly pushing. I take the hint and move away, until I’m stood before the edge of the bed, my breaths ragged. She points to me, cocks a smile, “first, lose the clothes,” she chuckles, whilst reaching around her back, and unclasping her bra. I watch as she playfully throws it to the side, and my throat turns dry when I gaze upon her beautiful breasts, light traces of moisture beaded upon them, and her pink nipples, stiff, waiting for my lips. “Korra,” Asami draws me back to reality with a throaty chuckle, “clothes. Now.”
I quickly do exactly as I’m told, hopping around the room to get my suddenly-too-tight jeans off, pretending to scowl at Asami as she laughs.
“And the rest,” she growls, pointing to my black briefs. I feel a moment’s hesitation, but when she removes her own underwear, lies back and starts to run her own fingers down her abdomen, between her fine black curls, I almost snap. She’s driving me insane, and I remove the last strip of clothing without a further thought, quickly clambering back onto the bed. I’m about to straddle her but she holds a palm up, raises an eyebrow, and playfully flips me over, straddling my hips beneath her firm thighs.
“My turn,” she chuckles with an almost-shy smile, then places her hands to either side of my head, strands of raven hair cascade past her face, and I bite my lip when I feel the wetness between her legs leave a damp trail upon my abdomen. Then she’s upon me, kissing me again, and I’m hungry for her lips, so hungry that I can’t stand it when she pulls them away, and I reach up, placing my palms to her cheeks, almost begging for more.
“Korra…” she sighs the name against my mouth, flickers her tongue on my lower lip and I open my mouth gladly, with a soft moan. It’s electric, the feeling of her tongue rolling against mine, our lips pressed together tightly, so tight that it’s like we’re even sharing the same breath. My fingers thread into her hair, my captive hips dance beneath her, my sex desperately seeking friction.
She breaks from the long, lingering kiss with a sigh, but I don’t have time to feel remorse at the loss, for her lips quickly find a new pursuit, trailing down my neck, across my collarbone. Then I feel her breath hot against my breast, and our eyes meet, her swollen lips just an inch away from my nipple. Her eyelids slowly close, and she takes my breast into her mouth, running her tongue around the trapped stiffness, sucking flesh between her lips.
“Oh god… Asami…” I thrust my hands to my sides, grasping onto the linen of the bed, arching into her mouth. My eyes squeeze tightly shut. All I can feel is her mouth, her teeth, tongue and lips, exploring every inch of my body, kissing me, teasing me, tasting me, slowly trailing lower, until I feel her tongue trace a pattern down my taut abdomen, and that’s when I open my eyes again to find her staring up at me, her cheeks flooded in a deep shade of red as she silently seeks my permission.
I release the bedsheet from one of my fists, finding her hair instead, massaging my fingers into her scalp and lightly bucking my hips. She wraps her palms beneath my thighs and quickly scoops herself down, pausing just at the spot where she’s most needed. There’s the lightest touch, her lips teasingly pressed to mine in a tender kiss, and a low grumble from her throat vibrates lightly against my sensitive bud, sending a shiver up my spine.
Then, she’s upon me, devouring me, and I’m lost in her touch, her tongue rolling perfect circles, her lips sucking hungrily. Her fingers squeeze around my thighs, and she groans into my sex, her hot breath only adding to the pleasure that floods through me, wave after wave, deeper and deeper with every roll of her tongue, every suck of her lips. I don’t even recognise the sounds I’m making, my fingers are almost hurting from my tight grasp on the sheets, and I’m knotting her hair with my other hand, grinding my hips in time with her tongue, faster, and faster…
“Oh fuck, oh… fuck,” I pant, and she groans again, this time sliding her tongue down, past my clit, pushing the tip ever so slightly inside of me, then back to my aching bud. I rock myself against her searching tongue, over and over until I’m holding her head down, panting, shuddering, and she’s moaning too, her tongue trailing long, hard strokes across my clit whilst I cry out, coming violently against her, new wetness flooding against her mouth, against her lips.
It takes a few moments for me to regain my senses, and I crack open my eyes, still panting, to see her rubbing her chin with the back of her hand, licking her lips. She looks smug as hell.
“Feeling proud?” I croak, half laughing, half panting. She slides up next to me on the mattress, loosely trailing a finger up my torso.
“Very. But you… you are… amazing,” she purrs, “and you taste better than I ever could have imagined.”
“Mmm…” I purr at the compliment, “Wait, I didn’t… hurt you, did I?” I ask, suddenly aware I got more than a little carried away just now.
“Not even close. Everything you did was sexy as hell…” she smiles, closes in for a tender kiss, and I feel relief wash over me at the touch of her lips.
“I could get used to this…” I grumble.
“Well, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere. Not unless you wanted me to…”
I cup her chin into my palm, gaze into her eyes, “I’d love you to stay. This isn’t just one night, you’re not just.. Uh..” I lose my confidence mid-sentence, when she smirks.
“You mean more than that to me, too,” she smiles, kisses me lightly again, then curls up into my arms, looking suddenly sleepy, and content.
I’m feeling sleepy just watching her like this. I use my toes to pull the sheets up halfway, then my hand to finish the job, cocooning us together in a folds of blue and white.
“Are you asleep?” I whisper, feeling my heart throb just at the sight of her, resting in my arms, like she belongs here.
She simply groans in response, so I chuckle, kissing her on the forehead, stroking her hair, and soon following her into a peaceful slumber, hopeful that she’ll still be here when I wake up, and that we’ll be able to make love again.