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Sore.
That's the first feeling Asami is thrust with as her eyes slowly blink open. There's a heavy weight resting upon her, but as she nods her head down, she's met with a mop of tousled, chestnut hair upon her chest. Her eyes widen in fear and shock as she realizes Mako’s hair is dark like her own, not this lighter shade of brown. She couldn't have cheated; she loves Mako. The drummer had been dating their bass player for the past few months but she knew that they'd been more than happy. Asami's head pounds as she feels a hangover coming on. Shaking her head, she looks back at the head on her chest.
"Fuck me," she mutters as she stares at the hair, "I'm an idiot.”
Asami lets out a feeble groan, causing the person above her to stir slightly. Asami starts to feel the rest of her body come back to life, but soon she realizes that her arms are burning. Asami tugs upon the limbs, only to be met with strong resistance. Cocking her head upwards, she sees that her wrists are cuffed with leather braces to the wooden frame behind her head. Asami's eyes widen as she snaps her head back down the body upon her frame, now starting to stir from Asami's jumbled movements. A low raspy moan escapes the person's lips, and as soon as she sees those familiar tribal tattoos on those tan arms appear from beneath the sheets with their palms gently caressing the soft skin of her stomach, Asami's eyes bug out in shock.
"Korra?!" Asami practically screams her friend's name. At her friend’s voice, Korra's movements stop and her body stiffens. Horrified, Korra's head cocks up slowly, almost in anticipation for what is to come. As soon as their eyes meet, Korra's heart stops beating. The two women stare at each other in shock and bewilderment, but refuse to break their stare just yet. Korra's ice blue eyes are round with trepidation.
"…Asami?" Korra breathes out in a wavering tone, her eyes casting downwards to her bandmate's neck, littered with love bites. She can taste alcohol on her breath, and suddenly she realizes just what happened last night.
"Holy shit!" Both women exclaim simultaneously as Korra and Asami both realize that maybe their post tour celebration went far too hard than they had expected. Korra's nervous system jumps into the sympathetic fight or flight reflex, and she uncontrollably chooses what she always does - to flee from her problems. The woman attempts to tug her hips backwards and leap off the bed.
However this time, her problems are a bit too… deep.
"Oh fuck, ow God, Korra, stop moving, you shit-head! It fucking hurts!" Asami screeches as Korra tries to rip away from the older woman's body. The younger woman feels something latched between her thighs, and at Asami's discomfort, she wills her panicked body to stop its erratic motions. She looks up to see that Asami's wrists are cuffed. Korra's face loses colour as she swallows thickly. She nods her head downwards to where their centres are pressed together, only for her to see what she had expected since seeing the restraints.
Korra's wearing the heavy-duty harness, the one that she would only reserve for drunk and rough fucks with her photographer girlfriend. She'd never really been into kinky things, but Kuvira soon changed that. The ex-guard had been fond of their playful experimentations in bed. Korra recognizes the brand stitched into the waistband and then glances down to see her ten-inch strap-on buried deep into the drummer's core. Asami cocks her head downwards and strains her gaze, only for it to widen in worry and shock. Her face is red with embarrassment and anxiety.
"Korra," she breathes heavily as Korra's head whips back up in fear, her eyes glued back on those red marks scattered upon Asami's neck. Something inside Korra's stomach churns, and for a moment she's scared that she's about to be sick all over the taller woman. A million different thoughts whiz through her head, but she finally finds the courage to tilt her head two inches upwards.
The two make awkward eye contact as Asami lowly hisses, "get that fucking thing out of me, now."
Korra nods instantly and pushes her hips backwards to pull out, but Asami lets out an agonizing shriek. Korra's eyes widen at Asami's reaction, and she looks down to see that the woman is as dry as the Sahara Desert. Biting her lip, Korra stops and looks to Asami with a confused glance, unsure of what to do or how to proceed. Asami knows what's wrong, but shame gets the best of her. Korra slowly sits up on her knees, wincing as she watches Asami's face contort with pain. Scratching the back of her head, Korra looks to the ceiling, avoiding Asami's eye contact. The women remain silent, choosing not to address the elephant in the room, or rather inside Asami. Finally, Korra speaks, still not looking at her friend out of pure humiliation.
"Uh, Asami, it's… um, stuck," she says in a small voice, now paying attention to the floral painting on the hotel wall across from them. Who knew lilac wallpaper and sunflowers were such a bad combo? Korra muses to herself in a feeble distraction. Her avoidance of reality is cut short, however, as Asami lets out a grumble when she tugs upon her arms, looking up at the cuffs with a frazzled, disgruntled expression.
"Fuck, just untie me then," she replies in an equally timid voice. Korra swallows thickly and nods, leaning back down upon the older woman.
Asami's eyes can't help but wander to Korra's full breasts as they begin to hover over her. The tan mounds are capped with dusky nipples, which are pert and erect, leading Asami to only assume that the lead guitarist was either cold or aroused; for their situation's sake, she prayed to God that it was the former, not the latter. The situation doesn't need to get any more awkward. Korra tries to reach for the latches, but her arms fall short, her body slipping due to the improper grip. The shorter woman's body crashes upon her bandmate's taller frame, causing Asami to let out a sharp huff of frustration and surprise. Korra tries to remove herself rapidly, like a puppy caught in the act of doing something wrong, but it only ends in more confusion. Asami lets out a yelp as Korra's hips accidentally drive upwards, causing the strap-on to irritate her tight core even further.
"God, you dumbass, stop moving it's painful!" Asami intends for the remark to be biting and insult-ridden, but instead comes out in a weak croak. Korra lets out a huff as she takes a second to recuperate her senses, before swallowing thickly and placing her hands at the sheets next to Asami's sides. The tan woman heaves herself upwards, grateful for the push-up/planking techniques she has come to acquire over the many years of working out and getting fit. After so long, the two musicians make eye-contact again.
"What did we do last night, Asami?" Korra whimpers, cringing as she looks to the red welts on Asami's neck and breasts. Asami shakes her head and closes her eyes. She desperately wills herself to come upon something, anything that would explain how they came to be in this position.
"Thank God I can't remember anything," she grumbles, biting her bottom lip. Korra nods, mumbling an agreement. While Asami's eyes are closed, Korra's glance shifts downwards slightly to Asami's breasts. Korra can't seem to pull herself away from the sight.
"Korra," Asami hisses, catching Korra's attention. Flustered, Korra looks up, trying to hide the blush from forming on her face.
"Uh, sorry, it's just…," she trails off, but her eyes cast themselves back to Asami's chest and she lets out a feeble whimper, "your boobs… they're in my face, Asami."
"So are yours," Asami mumbles, looking up to Korra's breasts, trying to ignore the weird pull tugging upon her heart. She's bisexual, sure, but she's always found herself leaning towards men more so than women. Not only that, she never saw Korra as someone that she'd imagine fucking. Korra's undeniably attractive, but as Asami's eyes ghost over the strong, muscular lines of her torso and her bulging biceps, a shudder traces its way down her spine. Korra clears her throat and once again, both women look away from each other and to other miscellaneous items in the room.
"Did we do drugs? Was it cocaine or LSD? Get drunk? Both? What the hell happened last night, Korra?" Asami asks, as she eyes their clothes laying in a scatter upon the ground. Korra swallows harshly as she runs her tongue over her lips.
"I… I don't even remember what we did, Asami," Korra breathes out, "but how the hell did we end up in this fucking situation? We've done some fucked up shit in the past, but we've never, ever… you know, we've never fu-"
"Shut up," Asami says quickly, her eyes widening as she realizes what Korra was going to say. She knows what happened, but she refuses to verbally address it, especially like this. Korra nods furiously, understanding Asami's point of view.
Asami groans as she looks back down to the harness and strap-on the native woman's waist. Asami can't help but inwardly gawk at Korra's abdomen muscles once more as she breathes. Her eyes soften when she catches the spiderweb of scars that litter her torso and hip. She traces the long, jagged line from her side to her shoulder and can't help the strangled whimper that falls from her mouth. She'd seen Korra in the hospital after the guitarist had been T-boned by a drunk driver; she remembers staying at Korra's bedside, praying (though she hadn't been religious) for her to simply wake up and breathe on her own. Her breath comes out short and ragged as she notices how Korra's ribs threaten to break the skin with each inhale, and she can faintly make out the space where one of the bracketed bones had to be cut out to prevent her from puncturing her lung further. Korra'd been off the tour for three years, and only now, were they all back on the road again. Still, Korra wasn't the same after the accident, but who could blame her?
Asami glances back up. A feeble moan catches in her throat, but she swallows it quickly before she can voice it. This is stupid; she shouldn't feel like this. Think of Mako, she seethes internally, think of your boyfriend who's probably waiting for you to come home. She tries her hardest to conjure up an image of the bass player, but all she can see is Korra's face flashing in her sight. With a jolt, the drummer jerks her eyes open to look at Korra's confused and mildly hurt expression. Asami shifts her hips upwards, but even despite being mildly turned on, the strap-on is still lodged deep within her core.
"Uh," Korra grunts, her head cocking downwards again, causing her short hair to brush over Asami's forehead. The both of them look at the toy inside Asami's dry, tight walls. Soon enough, the older woman's looking again at those damned, alluring muscles twitching above her.
"What are we going to do?" Korra asks, drawing her head back up to stare at Asami's hazy peridot eyes, brimming with confusion and shame. Something in her heart snaps at the expression, but she wills herself to keep her emotions at bay for the sake of her friend. Asami bites her lip as she shakes her head slightly, wriggling again to try and free herself, but it's no use.
"Fuck, how long is this thing?" Asami asks, gawking between them. Korra removes a hand from the mattress to scratch the back of her head.
"…Um, t-ten," she replies meekly, with an abundance of prudishness to her voice. Asami's head snaps up as she grits her teeth.
"Ten inches?!" She gasps. Korra nods, closing her eyes in shame once again.
The guitarist really just wants for all of this to be over as quick as possible. She wants to jump out of this bed with the woman she'd pined over since they first met and pretend that whatever they did, never happened. In some sad sense, Korra wishes that she could remember the events of last night; if this would be the only time she'd get to be intimate with the girl of her dreams, she would have preferred to have a memory of their time together. Sighing, Korra ducks her head away, equally disappointed and ashamed. She knows that she should be worried about her friendship with Asami, but at the same time, the other side of her brain can't help the bittersweet rejoicing that comes with landing the vixen beneath her. Asami lets a quiet whimper, breaking her thoughts and Korra winces again, more guilt seeping into her chest from the noise. Asami moans again, but this time, the sound is purely fear. Korra reacts quickly, her eyes jerking open to find the older woman's gaze latched onto her midsection with worry.
"Asami?"
"It's just," Asami chokes out, "I…it's… t-ten inches… fuck, Korra." The younger woman doesn't know how to register the comment, but diagnoses it as fear, regardless. Korra's protective instincts kick in as she feels Asami quiver beneath her.
"We… oh my God, Korra, we did it," Asami cries out, "we ruined everything. This is going to change us, I know it. We fucked, Korra. Goddammit, I said it. We fucked. We had sex. You're fucking naked and on top of me, and I'm chained to this hotel bed. Fucking hell, Korra. We're done. We're ruined."
Korra's chest contracts as she watches a few tears straggle down Asami's cheeks. Her heart breaks into a million different pieces inside her chest and she knows that there's no more happiness; now, she's fully anxious and angry with herself for letting this happen. She may not ever have Asami as her lover, but God forbid she wouldn't lose her as a friend. The native woman's jaw parts slowly, letting air sift into her weary lungs from down her throat. Swallowing thickly, Korra sucks in a deep breath and clears her throat as she nods to Asami, getting her friend's attention.
"Look," she says weakly, her gaze serious as she eyes Asami with feigned reassurance, "we're gonna get out of this, and then we'll talk about what happened. We're not ruined. Nobody knows about this but us. We'll forget it. Fucking, we can roofie if we have to, but I'm not gonna let this hurt us, 'Sams. I promise you, no one has to know that this happened."
"Roofie?" Asami blurts out at Korra's lewd suggestion, "so you want us to take more drugs? Fuck, Korra. What if we roofied last night?" At the sharp quip, the sympathy inside the younger woman's chest disappears; she'd never give Asami a drug that would cause her to make actions without her consent or awareness… right? Fear washes over her as she tries to draw back to the previous night. Gulping down her trepidation, Korra rolls her eyes at Asami's snappy attitude as she leans down, letting her weight rest upon her forearms. Both women do their best to ignore the feeling of their breasts pushing together as Korra stares into Asami's glittering peridot eyes with a slight glare.
"Asami, fuck, I'm not being serious. We're not taking drugs, okay? I said it as a joke."
"A joke?!" Asami demands in a shrill voice, bucking her hips up slightly at the response. The two musicians ignore the pull in their cores from the movement as they continue their glaring contest. Korra fixes her with a worried expression as Asami writhes, only to feel more discomfort in her lower abdomen. Huffing, she gives up trying to free herself and instead stares back at Korra menacingly. She doesn't want to be mean to the younger woman, because she knows that Korra is just as scared and frazzled as she is, but that being said, she can't find the strength to face her own confusing feelings.
"This isn't a fucking joke," Asami growls, stopping her movements in a mix of pain and frustration, "we're fucking naked. You're… you're inside me, Korra. Fucking hell, what happened to Mako and Kuvira? Were they there last night? Oh God, what if they know… what if they know, Korra?!"
"Asami, shut up for two seconds," Korra snaps, interrupting Asami's impulsive thought process before it gets out of hand. "I don't know where they are, but we just have to get untangled from this and then sort out whatever the fuck happened after, okay?"
Asami takes a minute in silence, letting Korra's rational words sink into her. Taking a deep breath, Asami closes her eyes and nods slowly, mumbling a quiet agreement. Korra sighs as she dips her head in a tranquil understanding. She looks back down at the strap-on inside the woman, trying to figure out a solution to their problem. Of course, being the anxiety ridden person she is, Korra's mind soon jumps to irrational conclusions and she's left with impossible thoughts such as the possibility of never getting out of this situation. Scoffing, Korra knows that she is better than her impulses.
Cocking her head back up, she glances up at the desk a few feet from their bodies, spying a bottle of lube in the middle of it. The sight of it relieves and sickens her at the same time, as it only further emphasizes the events that had occurred the previous night. Asami's eyes follow her bandmate's gaze. They both eye the small bottle as Korra swallows thickly, glancing at Asami once more. The older woman nods, nonverbally letting Korra know to reach for the item. Korra sucks in a breath between her gritted teeth and stretches her body, her right arm extended for the bottle.
"Fuck," Asami growls as she feels Korra stretch inside of her, but it's a mixture of pain and pleasure as the tip of the strap-on hits that spongy spot of her front wall inside her core. Korra bites her lip and forces her fingers to extend as far as they can go, but the tips only catch empty air.
Asami's jaw drops as she realizes that Korra cannot reach it.
"Asami," Korra whimpers as she gulps a breath of air and wills her body to reach harder, but its no use. Asami's eyes glance briefly at the straining lines of Korra's taut arms as she extends her limbs, and something stirs inside her. The tattoos seem to ripple over the tight skin, making her arms bulge even further. A small twitch is sent to her clit, causing her to gasp, but not out of pain. Korra hears the noise and cringes as she perceives it as a sound of distress. Giving up, Korra hangs her head and returns to her friend, ashamed. Asami tilts her head back, staring at the ceiling with a glossy expression.
"Now what?" Asami grumbles, but she knows what the only solution is. Korra tries to look at Asami, but as she reads her bandmate's body language, she knows, too. More silence ensues as the women play a game of who can avoid the question the longest. Korra always was the more stubborn one, but at this point, the younger woman can't take the situation any longer. Luckily for her, Asami snaps first as she bites her lip and shakes her head.
"Korra," she whines her friend's name, causing Korra to close her eyes. Just from the tone of her voice, Korra knows what Asami wants her to do.
"No," Korra replies in a quick voice, the word cracking as it parts from her lips. Yes, Korra thinks inside of her, please ask me and I'll do it; I'll do anything for you. Pushing down her feelings, she bitterly looks away in shame. Asami tugs upon the braces again, letting out a low growl.
"Korra," she says again, with more of a bite to her voice now. Korra clenches her eyelids once more, trying to ignore how good the rasp of the older's woman's voice feels against her ear. Korra knows she can't keep running, so she quickly takes a deep breath as she finally opens her eyes.
"Asami…," she whimpers as she avoids Asami's gaze, "I… I can't do that, it's weird."
"We already fucking did it, Korra," Asami growls in a flat tone, "it already is weird."
Korra bites her tongue as she pulls back slightly from Asami's harsh words. The statement stabs at her heart with a sorrowful prod, causing tears to well in her eyes without her control. The guitarist blinks them back just as quickly so that Asami doesn't notice. The drummer, having a knack for detail, doesn't miss the hurt flash in her friend's eyes; for some reason, this stirs an ill feeling in Asami, and soon her body softens into the sheets beneath her. Tears well in her eyes again as she looks away from Korra remorsefully. The younger woman waits as Asami takes a soft, deep breath.
"I… I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, Korra," Asami whimpers as she swallows fearfully, "it's just that I'm scared, okay? We worked so hard to be where we are now, not just with our career, but our relationship as friends. I really fucking love you, and I don't want to hurt you… I don't want this to hurt us, Korra. I just… I don't know what to do, okay? I'm trying to come up with a plan but I don't have anything else. I'm sorry, Korra. I… I'm really sorry."
Korra watches as more tears fall down Asami cheeks. Her mind, however is still stuck on those three words; she loves me, Korra repeats in her head, she actually loves me. She lets her naive brain celebrate the statement before she allows reality to sink in. She's Asami's friend at best, nothing more. She'll probably be nothing more than that, and no matter what she thinks Asami feels, she'll never be that person for the black-haired beauty. The sight of Asami crying because of her kills her on the inside. Watching the love of her life cry had to be more painful than burning alive, she'd say. It feels like something is tearing her to shreds. The pain is worse than the accident from three years ago that nearly killed her. In fact, she'd take being paralyzed over having to see Asami cry because of something she did. Korra represses the jolting sparks of guilt pricking at her heart and blinks slowly.
"Asami," Korra breathes out as she leans down slowly, their bodies coming closer together once again. Asami shakes her head softly, looking away. Korra sighs gently as she lets her body rest lightly upon the older woman's trembling frame.
"Tell me what you want," Korra whispers, fighting the urge to recoil in fear and shame. Asami's eyes blink open as she understands the deeper meaning behind Korra's words. At the honest glance in Korra's shimmering blue eyes, she knows that Korra's being serious.
"Korra?" Asami asks, trying to read her blank expression. Korra swallows the dry lump in her throat as she nods again.
"Look," she says softly, "the faster we get out of this, the better. We both don't like this, but we have to do it if we want out of whatever this is." Asami raises her brow slightly at Korra's statement, but soon she realizes what Korra's meaning to say and her cheeks blush a deep red.
"O-Oh," she stutters, gulping nervously. Korra lets out a faint murmur as she nods again, leaning back up on her hands, putting some much needed space between them. It takes her a moment, but soon enough, Korra finds the words and strings them together as best that she can.
"So, uh, what, um, you know," she stumbles on the question, "what do you… like?" Asami ducks her head in shame as she bites her lip in humiliation.
"I… I mean do we really have to do this?" Asami whimpers, looking down at her crotch. "Am I not, you know, lubricated enough?" The older woman cringes at the word, but says it anyways, knowing it was better than the other word she had in mind. Korra looks down between their tangled bodies and then back at Asami, her brow raised. There's an unreadable expression in her eyes, but Asami is too distracted to try and understand it.
"Are you?" Korra asks back, hoping that Asami is so that she doesn't have to do anything. Asami shoots her a look that nonverbally spells out, 'really, dumbass?' Korra's breath hitches at the Asami's expression as she looks to Asami's bound hands again, ducking her head in shame.
"Right, that," she mumbles guiltily as she licks her lips. She cocks her head to the side as she looks up at Asami with a confused and distressed glance.
"Should I, uh, check?" Korra almost feels bile curl up her esophagus as she utters the question. Is this really how this is going to go? Korra asks herself with an internal groan. Asami lets out a frustrated moan as she slams her head backwards into the fluffy pillow.
"Fucking hell, I'm rethinking the roofie idea, Korra," she mutters softly, causing Korra to chuckle lightly, slightly easing the tension. She doesn't move, however. Asami feels Korra waiting on her to continue, so she lets out a faint nod.
"Yeah," she croaks hoarsely, "you can… check."
Korra takes a deep breath and removes one hand from her side, moving back up onto her knees gently. The sheets fall from her back as she glances down at her friend's mound. Asami's eyes manage to get their first good look of Korra's entire body. She sees the full expanse of the younger woman's six pack, but instead of arousal, sadness creeps up from out of nowhere. Her eyes trace again over the criss-crossed patches of long-since healed scars and blemishes upon her skin. Asami had been there when they'd wheeled her in, bloodied and broken. They'd never arrested the drunk driver that had rammed her in from the side and left her with a broken hip, arm, and both legs; a ruptured spleen, multiple lacerations from being impaled by different pieces of glass, and internal bleeding. She'd been on life support for four weeks before she woke up, but then she'd been paralyzed from the waist down because of her spinal injuries. The memories of the scars cause her chest to tighten and instantly, she's reminded of how much Korra means to her.
"Asami?" Her friend's voice breaks her from her thoughts as she glances up. From what Korra can see, Asami is still dry. Korra bites her bottom lip so hard, she almost believes that she will tear the skin off right there and then. She scratches the back of her head nervously as Asami's head leans up.
"Well?" Asami asks, trying to hide the wavering mortification in her voice. Korra shakes her head lightly, cringing as she replies, "you're not… you're, ah, dry. It'll really fucking hurt if I try to do anything, uh, down there."
Asami lets her head fall back to the pillow as she closes her eyes and prays that she suffers a heart attack or a quick death soon. This is the last place she wants to be with Korra, but in some sick sense, it's also the greatest place to be with her. Korra watches the silent interaction with defeated eyes, thinking of worst case scenarios. Even though the idea of fucking her the woman should repulse her, she cannot help but feel the heat rising in her core from the sight of the strap-on inside of her friend. Shaking away the dirty thoughts, Korra leans back down to reach Asami.
"Asami," she breathes out softly, causing Asami to let out another soft, pleading whimper. Korra hangs her head, her hair brushing over her friend's forehead as she lets out a quiet gasp. Guilt comes back with a vengeance, but she refuses to acknowledge it this time.
"This is so fucking… ugh," she mutters under her breath, shaking her head lightly, "why did we do this to ourselves, Asami? This is so fucking ridiculous." Asami sucks in a deep breath and looks to Korra's closed eyes as she grits her teeth.
"Well," Asami grumbles, "just… just get this over with. I just need to be… wet enough for that thing to come out." Asami bites her lip again as she watches Korra's body stiffen before relaxing. Korra sighs and nods, before glancing up at Asami with a caring and brave expression. She puts aside any doubts or awkward feelings as she nods again. Asami had been there when she'd needed her, now it was her time to be there for her.
"Tell me what you like," Korra whispers again, lowering her body further. The words come out a bit more husky than she intended, surprising the both of them. Asami says nothing at first, as she is mesmerized by Korra's glimmering blue eyes, and her toned, rugged body. A small gasp parts her lips as she gulps in as much air as she can with one deep breath, catching a whiff of Korra's ocean scent in the same time.
"Uh," she chokes out, flustered and blushing. Korra doesn't need an answer, because she can feel one. Glancing down, she looks to Asami's nipples hardening under her skin. Her body moves for her as she hovers her right palm over Asami's right breast, glancing back up at the older woman with a hooded expression now, causing the drummer's body to explode in goosebumps.
"Do you want me to touch you?" Korra asks again, her voice coated with confidence - but she is unaware of where it is coming from, considering how nervous she feels. Asami doesn't question where she got it from, but instead nods weakly, watching as Korra's hand lowers to lightly envelop her palm over her breast, massaging gently. The touch shocks her like she's being struck by lightening itself.
Asami lets out a groan as she tilts her head upwards, causing her neck veins to strain. Korra takes to lingering her stare upon her bandmate's perfectly chiseled jawline, feeling her own insides burn with confusion and pleasure. As she nods her head back down, she, too, lets out a faint gasp as she feels the soft plumpness of Asami's breast in her palms. Her thumbs run over the nipple, causing Asami's body to jerk slightly. This is happening, Korra thinks nervously as she watches every reaction from her friend's bod; holy shit, we're doing this and I'm not fucked up on drugs or dreaming. Asami tugs on the strap holding her arms up again as the feeling of Korra's soft and nimble fingers caressing her body send her into overdrive.
Never had she ever felt like this with any of her other lovers. Asami knows that she's good in bed, and she also knows that she has had some pretty amazing sex in the past, but this, this was something else entirely. Asami looks down to see Korra staring at her body with such a burning passion, she almost wonders if her skin is incinerating from the sheer fire emitting from her ice blue eyes bearing into her flesh. Korra nods her head up, the lust now slowly taking over any doubt or concern she had before. The glazed expression causes a shiver to tingle down her spine.
"What next?" Korra asks smoothly, nodding at the entranced woman. Asami's breaths are slowly becoming laboured as she bites her bottom lip. Korra sees the guitarist's conflicting expression and hovers above her slightly, halting her movements. A whimper sounds from Asami's throat.
"What do you like, Asami?" Korra murmurs gently, her voice softer from before. Asami snaps from her frozen state and nods as she looks back down to Korra's hand, stilled above her heaving breast. The tips of her fingers are lightly prodding and stroking soft lines into the pale skin.
"Tongue," she breathes out almost pleadingly, "use your tongue, Korra."
Korra doesn't offer a verbal reply, but instead responds by replacing her hand with her mouth, her puckered lips softly attaching to Asami's dusky nipple. The younger woman's head snaps back at the sensation, and Asami can't hold back the moan that drives its way out of her throat and into the tense air. A low, appreciative rumble follows from Korra's chest as she murmurs a silent agreement. The vibrations cause the electricity to pulse in Asami's core, dosing her with a high she never knew she could reach. Korra's eyes narrow into tighter slits, driving her further into oblivion.
Korra's broad tongue flicks over the nipple, and slowly she bites down upon the hardened bud, earning a faint cry from her lover. Not wanting to hurt her, Korra soothes the sting with loving sucks and licks before moving to the other breast, giving it the needed attention. Asami gasps as Korra rubs over her right breast with her hand again, making sure it doesn't go unattended while her mouth works wonders on her neglected breast. It doesn't make sense to her, as she watches Korra perform miracles upon her body, that someone like the usually brash guitarist, could give her this amount of pleasure.
"Neck, Korra," Asami orders between breaths, "kiss my neck, please."
Korra obeys Asami's command without hesitation now, her mouth slowly making its way from her breasts and towards Asami's neck, lightly licking over the previous bites. Asami tilts her head back and jerks her hips upwards involuntarily. Korra lets out a low grunt as she lightly nips at Asami's neck, giving her a new bite to add to her collection. The older woman lets out a low whimper, but Korra's lips move further upwards, now kissing the corner of her jaw. Her teeth scrape at the tight skin, drawing another high pitched whine from the restrained woman beneath her.
"What do you want, Asami? You're directing me."
The words feel like lava against her skin as Asami feels Korra's kisses draw closer to her cheek. The use of the possessive statement drives Asami insane with pleasure, but also doses her with reality. The weight of the situation finally hits her as she sees Korra's hair out of the corner of her eyes. Guilt washes over her as she thinks of Mako, and then of Kuvira. Finally, it dawns on her that Korra is her bandmate, not her girlfriend. Despite how much she'd like to deny the pleasure she's giving her, this isn't fair to either of them. Korra feels Asami tense up and stops her movements again, pulling back.
"Asami?" Korra says, looking at Asami in concern again. Asami shakes her head as tears begin to fall again. Her heart and her mind are twisted, more twisted than the situation she finds herself in. She's feeling twisted because she knows that no matter how disgusting she should find herself to be, she only feels disgusted for not having discovered whatever this is sooner. The thought only causes another nauseating spell of guilt to seep deep into her churning stomach. Korra reaches up with her free hand and wipes away the tears streaming down her friend's face with loving brushes.
"Asami, what's wrong? What do you need? Did I go too far?" Korra asks in a worried tone, feeling guilt swallow her lust. Asami shakes her head and cries harder. The confusion tears at Korra's heartstrings as she wipes away more tears from the distraught woman.
"I-I can find other ways. Maybe you're wet enough, I'll check-"
"No," Asami blurts out in a sob, shaking her head. Korra wants to back away, but something pulls her towards the drummer instead. Asami blinks open her eyes to stare at Korra's piercing blue depths with an unreadable expression. Korra swallows thickly as she parts her lips.
"Asami, I can stop, we'll find another way-"
"No," Asami says again, letting out a soft breath as her eyes drift from Korra's glances to her puckered lips. "No," she repeats, "no."
"Asami," Korra breathes, her gaze now drifting to Asami's own lips. Korra's hips slowly move upward, causing them both to let a gentle gasp. Korra hangs her head as she closes her eyes guiltily, her shoulders drooping.
"Sorry, I didn't-"
Before she can finish her statement, Korra feels her words get cut off by the sensation of soft lips pressing against her own. The feeling shocks her for a moment, but as if she'd jump into a pool of ice water, she's jolted back to reality and she begins to kiss back. Asami's tongue licks along Korra's bottom lip, and as Korra parts her mouth, both women let out a needy whimper. Asami's tongue jostles with Korra's in her older woman's mouth. Each time Asami pushes upwards, Korra forces her own move. It's more than a battle for dominance as their eyes close naturally. Asami can't stop the smile from forming on her face or the butterflies in her stomach from spreading. As Korra kisses her deeper, gaining control, she realizes that her new lover feels the same. Heat purses through her, and she knows that now, she's beyond drenched. She doesn't need to check, because she can feel the toy begin to slide in and out faintly as she grinds her hips lightly against Korra's pelvis.
Korra's grinning now as happy, crystalline tears form in her own eyes. Her heart, for the first time, is free. Naturally, her hands come up to gently grasp Asami's cheeks in her hands, drawing them closer. Both women take sharp breaths as they kiss harder, the passion washing over them in tidal waves. The awkwardness is gone, the doubt erased, as they lose themselves in each other. No matter how many women she had been with previously, or even the woman she is with currently, nothing could compare to this; Korra feels Asami in every inch of her body, as if the drummer is literally inside her. It's a vulnerable feeling, something she has never encountered, but she still pushes forward despite her fear of drowning. Asami's eyes close tighter as she feels the same sensation coursing through her bones.
When Korra finally pulls away to allow them the chance to breathe, both women can't stop the smiles from spreading across their faces. Korra looks away, blushing hard as she fights to regain her breath. Asami feels a small giggle reach her lips, but without her hands to cup the sound, the shrill laughter echoes into the air, causing Korra to snap her head back in her direction with a raised brow. Asami is about to hang her head in shame when Korra giggles back, and soon, the situation of the truth becomes nothing less than a lingering thought pushed to the back of their minds. Right now, Korra and Asami are something more than their reality. Korra laughs harder, but soon loses her grip on the sheets, her body teetering forward.
Asami lets out an involuntary groan at the sensation of the dildo reaching further inside of her. Korra's eyes perk up and a deeper blush paints itself upon her rosy cheeks as she feels Asami's wetness drip down onto her thigh. Timidly, she looks down and lets out a soft chuckle, before glancing back at an embarrassed Asami. The younger woman tries to avoid her older woman's gaze, but cannot seem to tear her eyes away. The two of them stare at each other like long lost lovers reunited after years of being apart.
"I guess it worked," Korra says in a quiet chuckle, looking back down as she gently rocks her hips outwards a slight inch. Asami hums as Korra looks back at Asami with a warm gaze. They are silent again, but it is not awkward or tense. Asami leans her head up and pecks the corner of Korra's lips, causing the woman to blush again. Asami laughs again, which results in a gummy smile from her new lover.
"You're so beautiful," Asami murmurs gently, reaching up to kiss her bandmate's cheek again. "You're so fucking beautiful, Korra."
"Ah," Korra says, squirming with jubilation. The butterflies in her stomach spread faster as she hides her head in Asami's neck shyly. Asami chuckles, causing the vibrations to spread into Korra's face. They lay there for awhile before Korra pulls back to hover over the drummer, glancing back down. She sighs lightly as she removes herself from Asami to grab at the dildo. Before she can pull out, Asami lets out a quiet whine, drawing Korra's attention back to her younger woman.
"Asami?" She asks softly, her hands paused. Asami gulps as she looks down at her slightly raised hips. The sight of her juices smearing themselves upon Korra's lower abdomen send a shock to her core. Korra looks down to see a new pool of fluid drip out of Asami's core, causing her to groan in lust.
"Don't pull it out right away," Asami says in a passionately deep voice, "you know… just in case it still hurts. I think you should take it easy, maybe go in and out first." Korra's gaze meets Asami through the bangs covering her slick forehead. Asami sucks in a deep breath at the steel in her eyes, burning straight through her. Both of them know what Asami means by her words, so Korra leans back down, hovering over Asami lightly. The lust disappears for a moment as Korra looks at her seriously.
"You're sure?" She asks, reaching up to curl Asami's hair away from her face. The older woman nods as she kisses her new lover softly on the mouth.
"Positive," Asami murmurs sweetly, "I want this, Korra. I want you."
"Fuck Asami," Korra mutters as Asami's tongue licks up the base of her jaw when they remove their lips from each other. "You're driving me insane."
"What do you want to do about it?" Asami breathes into the guitarist's skin, feeling her blood curl with desire. Korra lets out a deep animalistic whine.
"Asami," Korra growls her name in a lusted voice, "tell me what you want." She pulls away slightly so she can stare into Asami's eyes, now narrowed into fiery slits.
"You know what I want," Asami says, rocking her hips against Korra's lightly. She grinds against the younger woman in slow circles, causing Korra's fingers to curl into the sheets with sexual frustration. Korra, not wanting to lose control, leans her head down so that her breath darts between Asami's lips, making them both gasp.
"Tell me, Asami," Korra whispers, her voice coated in ardor, "tell me what you want." Even though she hasn't done anything yet, Asami can feel Korra inside of her and it drives her wild. Her libido is screaming for her to give in, but she remains silent. Korra takes the opportunity to smirk as she places a sharp peck to Asami's jaw.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" She breathes into the skin, uttering the words the both of them had tried so desperately to avoid from the beginning. This time, the thought frees them both as Asami grits her teeth, trying to will herself from giving in. Korra chuckles sinisterly as she sucks upon the bite mark.
"Tell me, Asami," she growls again. Asami lets out a low groan she feels Korra push her hips into her further. Her head tilts backwards slightly as she finally caves.
"Fuck me, Korra," she says through gritted teeth, "make me come."
The words send shivers down Korra's spine, mostly because she'd never in a million years expect Asami to submit. Asami was always the stubborn one. Korra doesn't let her confidence falter, and instead she bows down to whisper into Asami's parted mouth, "your wish is my command."
It's Asami's turn to shiver as Korra's hips begin slowly pushing and pulling into hers, causing the toy to hit her cervix with each thrust. Korra's hands find Asami's breasts, and her mouth quickly latches onto Asami's neck, lapping at the supple skin above her vital veins. Korra can feel throbbing everywhere and she's almost convinced that should she move any faster, her new lover would combust. Asami rocks her hip upwards, eliciting a loud grunt from the younger woman. Asami does it again, knowing exactly which spot she's hitting. Now, it's no longer about dominance. They are equal.
Their bodies gyrate quicker against each other as Korra's hips begin to thrust deeper into Asami's core. She has to bite onto Asami's jaw to keep herself from falling over the edge too soon as Asami's hips rock back into hers. Asami growls as she feels Korra tense up from above her. She watches as Korra's lips find hers once more, kissing her deeper and harder than ever before. The feeling of her lover's tongue fighting her own alone triggers an electric shock to the guitarist's clit, causing it to twitch. Korra whimpers, clutching hard at the sheets beneath them with one hand.
"You better not come before me," Asami whispers between heated kisses, "I want us to come together, Korra. Can you do that?"
Korra groans again, but nods as she pumps into the tall vixen harder. Even though she is on top, she doesn't feel more dominant than her lover.
"Good girl," Asami hums lustfully, grinning wickedly into the kiss. Asami lets out a gasp when Korra hits her special spot again. "Fuck, Korra," she exclaims, "just like that, fuck, just like that." Korra obeys, repeating the same deep thrusts, causing the mattress to creak underneath them.
"Faster," Asami commands again, growing breathless as she turns her gaze to watch Korra's hips slide into hers in a flash of pounding flesh. She can barely make out the sight of the dildo going in and out of her dripping core. "Come on, Kor, keep going."
Korra doesn't even know how fast she is going, but she can't feel anything except for the rushing sensation of her oncoming orgasm. As she opens her eyes to see Asami's face contorting, she realizes that her friend is on the same path. Asami throws her legs over Korra's hips and pulls her closer, drawing her thrusts deeper with her. Korra lets out a low howl as sweat drips down her back and forehead. Asami leans up and kisses her, moaning into the woman's mouth. Asami's chest burns from exertion, but she somehow finds the stamina to keep going. Her body is being pushed to the limits and she's loving every second of it. Black specks are creeping up from the corner of her eyes, threatening to pull her under from the sheer pleasure.
"Shit," Korra swears as she feels her death approaching, "Asami…, I, oh fuck." Asami nods, feeling her climax approaching, too. Asami tears their mouthes away as she looks to Korra's contorted face, simply taking a second out of the fast pace to admire her lover's beauty in her natural, vulnerable state. The feeling acts as a catalyst as suddenly, Asami feels her body being shot into a space at a million miles an hour.
"Korra! Oh my God, fucking shit, I'm coming," Asami screams out, the warmth spreading from the bottom of her legs and to her thighs, and then finally into her abdomen and stomach, before washing over her entire body. Asami has to force herself to watch as Korra's head tilts backwards and her neck veins pop out. Asami watches in awe as the younger woman's lips purse into that taut 'o' shape, signalling her nearing release. Just as soon as she's broken from her trance, Asami is thrust back into her whirlpool of pleasure, her body succumbing to her orgasm.
Both women arrive at their climax together. The room strips away, and nothing exists, bare for them, for their feelings, and for their intrinsic, innate love. It doesn't matter to them as they scream out into the small room of the hotel. It doesn't matter than there could be other patrons. All that matters, as they ride out their final high, is that they are one, that they managed to attain peace after so many years of feeling out of place. Little did they know that they belonged with each other, for each other. The moment lasts longer than either of them could have ever imagined. Nothing has ever made them feel this way. It was as if this was truly their first time, after years of being celibate, in which they felt true passion, desire, and love.
As they come down from their high, Asami's eyes open to meet Korra's soft cerulean orbs. Both women' expression are glossy with emotion, but as Korra's hips slow down, they only draw themselves further into each other's bodies. Korra stares into Asami's eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks softly to land upon Asami's identical tear stained face. The two of them stay in silence, simply staring at each other in awe, as if it was the first time they'd ever laid eyes on each other. Finally, Korra's hips come to a slow stop, but Asami's legs stay locked around her lover's strong waist.
"I love you," Korra whispers, glancing down at Asami, her voice strong but soft. "I love you and I always knew I had loved you, but I never knew that I love you like this. I… I've never felt this way about anyone before, Asami. I… I love you." Asami cries harder at Korra's honest words, her body shaking from the sheer force of their new connection.
"I'm in love with you, Korra," Asami confesses back, sniffling as she leans up and pecks Korra's mouth once more, "I'm so head over heels for you and I didn't know either. This… this isn't lust, Korra. This isn't just amazing sex, but it's more than that. You didn't fuck me, Korra, you made love to me. You… you're amazing. You're beautiful, compassionate, sexy, fucking great in bed, but most of all, you're my soulmate, Kor. Always and forever. I'd go anywhere as long as I'd get to be with you. I don't care what happens to me, as long as I'm with you, Korra. I love you."
"Asami," Korra breathes out, reaching out to wipe away more tears from Asami's face, before leaning down to kiss her lover, "I… I don't have words."
"It's okay," Asami whispers between kisses, smiling, "I don't need words. I need you."
"Oh, Asami," Korra murmurs lovingly, brushing the sharp line of her lover's jaw. Asami's smile grows wider as her eyelids begin to droop from fatigue. She lightly tugs again upon her wrist braces, feeling her arms tingle from being tied for so long. Asami lets out a quiet chuckle as she looks up to her restraints before glancing back at a bashful Korra with warm eyes.
"But right now, I need you to untie me," Asami says with a knowing smile. Korra raises her brow and grinds again into the older woman's body, causing Asami to let out a faint gasp.
"Why should I do that?" Korra hums gently, kissing her lips in a gentle massage between the two soft petals. Asami moans into her mouth, already addicted to the sweet taste of Korra's mouth on hers.
"Because," she growls against her lips, "it's my turn to touch you."
Korra smiles at Asami's lusted words, shaking her head with a playful smirk. Slowly removing herself from the older woman's front, Korra kneels once more, reaching for the cock. Softly, she pulls out, inch by inch, until the dildo pops out from Asami's core with a soft, slick noise. Asami moans at the sensation and then glances at the juices dripping off the toy with need. Korra follows her gaze and lets out a low growl.
"Fuck, Asami," Korra swears, shaking her head in disbelief. Asami watches as Korra slips out of the harness, only display her own wet mess slowly dribbling down her thighs. Asami groans as her toes curl at the sight of the woman bare in such a provocative manner. She takes her time to drink in Korra's beauty, from her muscled arms and stomach, to perfectly chiseled collarbones, and model-like jawline. For a minute, she feels like a lovesick teenager with a hopeless crush, only this time, it's not hopeless. Korra's own piercing gaze bears into Asami's own eyes, causing her to shiver.
"You're beautiful," Asami repeats the words she had said earlier, her voice wavering as she watches Korra cast the toy aside and meet her in another kiss.
"No, you're beautiful," Korra breathes into Asami's mouth between kisses. Asami chuckles, knowing fully how far Korra would go to pull the sappy lover card.
"We're both beautiful, then," Asami says, "it's a tie."
"We're both beautiful together, 'Sams," Korra whispers quietly, the sanguine words slipping down Asami's throat like an antidote.
Asami smiles and nods as Korra leans up and quickly unfastens the straps on her restraints, causing Asami's hands to drop to the bed. She tries to lift them, but her energy is spent. Not wanting to exert her further, Korra draws her lover's body into her own, turning them around so that Asami's back is to her front. Asami reaches between them, tangling their legs together. Korra softly kisses the back of Asami's shoulder blades, ignoring the way her long, inky hair tickles her nose. She sweeps the locks aside before peppering more loving kisses along her reddened skin. Asami draws Korra's arm from where it is curled over her waist, up towards her mouth, intertwining their fingers before kissing the backs of her lover's knuckles gently.
"We are," Asami murmurs sleepily, "but you're still more beautiful." Korra lets out a faint chuckle as she kisses Asami's neck lovingly.
"I can do this all day, chicken-shit," she mutters in a slow drone, "you'll still be more beautiful, 'Sami."
"Whatever," Asami replies, her voice heavy with fatigue, knowing it won't be long until she falls into a slumber. "Just take the compliment, dumbass."
"Mhmm," Korra mumbles, her eyes drooping. Asami squeezes their hands as Korra lethargically removes them faintly to reach for the covers. After draping them both in the protective comforter, Asami reaches for Korra's hand once more, bringing it to rest over her heart. Korra shivers at the sensation of Asami's beating organ rhythmically thumping beneath her skin and sighs, pressing her body closer to the older woman.
"I love you, Korra," Asami whispers softly, "I'll always love you." Korra smiles at the words, feeling her heart burst with happiness.
"I love you too, Asami," Korra replies, feeling Asami's body relax into her arms. "I'll always love you, sweetheart." Korra nuzzles the soft skin of the drummer's neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of her shoulder. Before Korra can fall into the lull of slumber, Asami's sleepy voice pipes up again.
"I'll see you in my dreams, love," she mumbles softly, "but you're gonna be the one tied up with a dildo up your hole instead." Korra lets out a faint chuckle as her eyes close from over-exertion and pure bliss.
"Yup," she says nonchalantly, "but only in your dreams, babe." Asami murmurs a faint insult as sleep washes over her. After a few moments spent listening to Asami's soft snores, Korra sighs in content as her head thuds lightly against the pillow.
Then, she allows herself her first peaceful descent into slumber.