AGE »19
PERSONALITY »Nice girl, tired of putting up with your shit though.
WORLD »1930s-ish; SOME people can manipulate earth, fire, air, or water... if they're lucky...
TAMAHOME »fushigi yuugi
AGE »18
PERSONALITY »Narrow focus, shy, short-tempered.
WORLD »Inspired by ancient China; 4 kingdoms, 4 beast gods, 4 priestesses, 28 hunky guardians.
MOZU »sidooh
AGE »19
PERSONALITY »You want her to like you.
WORLD »Japan, end of Tokugawa Era.
TAHNO »legend of korra
AGE »18
PERSONALITY »Needs his toys taken away before he'll be an ok person.
WORLD »1930s-ish; bending of the elements
[It felt like it had been years since she had been in Republic City. Pissing off national leaders, tracking down airbenders, and facing off with a man and his buddies that wanted her dead could really help some people lose track of time. But now that Zaheer and his crew had finally been defeated, Korra had asked Asami if she wanted to just take off somewhere. Anywhere. Just pack up the car and drive. Preferably away from Republic City and Ba Sing Se. She still wasn't exactly on the best of terms with Raiko and she was pretty sure the Earth Queen would love her head on a golden platter. She arranged for the Acolytes to keep an eye on Naga, promising her best (non-human) friend to bring back fish on her return.
And so, a week later, they were still on a dirt road in the middle of who knew where in the Earth Kingdom. ...Actually, that raises a pretty good question.]
Do you have a map somewhere? Because I think we were supposed to find a town by now. ...Right?
[Between overseeing Future Industries and saving the world with Team Avatar, Asami knew she could use a vacation when Korra proposed. The cherry on top was the aspect of a road trip. Asami loved road trips. There was nothing like zoning off on a long distance to the wind and the radio (for however long she could sustain a connection), crashing at a cozy hotel, and waking up in the morning with but one question to answer: right or left?
So she was having the time of her life.]
I think so. Check the glove box, there should be a map in there.
[In fact, she was certain there was a map. She did remember moving her favorite map into another satomobile, but she had to have transferred it back.
Right?
Right.
Nevertheless, she peeked at Korra from the corner of her eye for the verdict.]
[She opened up the glove box and pulled out some papers, putting them back in when it wasn't what she was after. Map of Republic City, registration papers, letter, letter, letter, a manual for maybe the car...]
Uh... I don't see one.
[Maybe if she looked through the same small stack of papers again, it would magically appear. That's how maps work, right?]
Shoot. Okay, well... [She thought about it, mainly in terms of fuel. Her fuel gauge indicated a little less than a quarter-tank left, and it'd been a about forty-five minutes since they last passed a gas station.
Who knew how long it would be until they reached the next one, though?
She shifted gears and turned the car around.]
I'm heading back towards the last gas station. We can pick up a map while we're there. [A beat.] You wanna get us there?
You were doing so well at the end! All you need is more practice. There aren't even other cars on the road this time.
[She said this while pulling over the car. It looked like Korra wasn't going to get a choice in the matter. She unbuckled her seat belt and climbed out.]
[Tamahome should have taken a lesson from Mako when it came to conducting oneself after breakups, but maybe he never felt like he had to. The love he and Miaka shared was real, it was meant to last an eternity. He'd promised her countless times that he would do anything in his power to be with her, always and forever.
But then she started acting strangely. She told him, with watered eyes and a wavering voice, "It's for our own good, Tamahome." It's been two days and she still hasn't responded to his calls.
Per breakup tradition, he and Mako are at the latter's apartment watching a movie. A bowl of popcorn sits between them while their bottles of beer are set on the coffee table. Tamahome leans forward in his seat, seeing but not really watching the movie, while silent man-tears maintain a constant stream down his face. He thinks he's at an angle where Mako won't be able to tell, but his occasional sniffles give him away.]
[ in retrospect, mako should have probably checked the DVR settings before just flipping on to the next random movie, unaware that his brother had been on a chick flick binge for the last few days or so. he's almost grateful for tamahome's attempts to hide his tears — this, in turn, made it easy to hide mako's wince every time john cusack and kate beckingsale harped on about one true loves and destiny.
mako, himself, had never been very good at the "comforting" thing. he did what most guys tended to do, what he assumed most people would have preferred — he offered solutions, advice. he was a problem-solver, at the very core of him, and when a buddy came to you with a problem, even a problem dealing with girls (which mako, admittedly, had never been all that adept in, despite having had his... fair share...) he would be there for them with a solution. but tamahome was always kind of... different. too feelsy, really, in the way that bolin always was, and mako knew that coming to the other man with a list of solutions as just not going to cut it.
after about the twelfth sniffle, mako realizes there's just not avoiding it.
they were going to have to actually talk about this. ]
I don't understand. She didn't give me a reason. [That would be a yes, Mako. Get him a beer STAT.
His tone wavers despite his efforts to keep it under control. He keeps it low, almost a growl, and he hopes the swig of beer he's taking will do something to soothe his sore throat.
He adds a beat later:] I don't want to talk about it.
[ mako's lips had opened around a rueful, They don't have to, but before he could even put voice to the words, tamahome cuts him off. he winds up sighing instead, and taking another long swig of his own beer to down it. if he's going to get up to get another bottle, he may as well get two. ]
She probably just needs space or something, [ he says, from the safety of the kitchenette a few feet away. he pokes around the refrigerator longer than necessary. ] You know how girls are... they're fickle, or something.
[Staying over at Mako and Bolin's attic was better as an idea than it was in execution. The prospect of sleeping in the same bed as Mako for a night is what sold her; what she didn't think about was the thick, hot, stuffy attic air in combination with Bolin's snoring from where he slept on the couch. Up in the loft, Asami was absently fingering a tear in Mako's shirt and just waiting to fall asleep until she realized it wasn't going to happen.
Bolin seemed sound enough asleep down there, so she thought it might be safe to wake up Mako if she kept her voice low. She shifted in his arm so that her face was closer to his cheek.]
Mako... [She laid a kiss on his cheek and tapped his chin with her fingertip. She knew she was being a nuisance, but her cleavage was like right there. So.]
[ there is a long, heavy lull between the poking of his chin and the time he finally stirs beside her. his arm, by now, has gone numb from remaining in one position too long. he attempts to move it before he realizes asami's still sort of half-laying on it. he gives out a low grunt in acknowledgement, almost more like a rumble in the back of his throat. it's another few seconds before his eyes reluctantly flicker open. ]
...hnn?
[ he normally isn't much of a heavy sleeper, truth be told. but sleep had always been a pretty precious commodity for the older brother who put waaaaay too much pressure on himself, especially after spending a whole day moving his girlfriend's things from her home to their cramped little attic space. so it takes him a few more seconds to turn his head over and blink owlishly at asami, clearly still in the process of waking up. ]
'sami? [ his voice is thick with a drowsiness that makes his voice even deeper and rougher, which might have been attractive if he didn't sound like a drunk right now. ] You okay?
Oh, thank goodness you're awake. [No, she isn't stupid. She sighs morning breath and rests her chin on him, wrapping an arm around his waist.] I'm fine, just... having a hard time falling asleep.
[She thought she'd have more down time after UnaVaatu's attack on Republic City, but really, she should have known better in hindsight. When has anything ever worked out the way she planned? So instead of having a good rest and recovery period, Korra's out dealing with these weird vines that have started growing all over the city.
Cue the mass panic and accusation-flinging, most of it aimed at her (of course).
Korra yawns as she trudges through the halls of Air Temple island. It's late at night, and all she wants to do is pass out and sleep for a week. She nudges the screen door closed with her foot and flops onto the mattress without even peeling her clothes off and--wait, is that someone right next to her?
Korra scoots back a few inches, fast.]
What the--who's there?? [The flame she calls up in her hand lights up a familiar face and she sighs.] Oh...Tahno, it's just you.
[His apartment had been one of the first victims to the mysterious vines, and he'd agreed to live on the island with them until those things were sorted out. But what is he even doing in--oh. She must've taken a wrong turn somewhere again. It's not her fault she has a hard time remembering where everything is when she's this exhausted.]
[And that flame is conjured a little too close to his face for his comfort. Tahno inches aside so that the residual heat from the fire doesn't brush so heavily on his cheek, and he groggily runs his hand through his prominent tuft of hair.
Presently, he isn't wearing his usual eyeliner. Why would he? He's trying to sleep. But interesting how this would be the second time Korra has seen him bare-faced when he rarely shows himself to others as any less than dapper. Grimacing, he fixes the sheets over his lap.]
Were you expecting somebody else? I thought we had an agreement.
[This definitely means she's in the wrong room. Korra lets the flame go out, dropping her hand with a sigh.]
I'm not expecting anyone. I just thought this was my room, okay?
[Her bottom lip's already started to stick out in a pout. In a fit of tiredness? madness? she decides, screw it, she doesn't want to make the trek back to her own actual room and flops back down onto the mattress.]
[He budges because he doesn't have a choice—not that he's in any opposition to having the Avatar in his bed. In fact, she's a welcome surprise.]
You know, if you wanted to share a bed with me, you should have just said something.
[He says this while lying back down, unable to contain his smirk. It's very possible he is on the verge of chasing her away with that sort of remark, but he has to at least dip his toe in the water.]
[But whatever annoyance had been in her voice before evaporates quickly at his words, spoken so frankly. He’d actually sounded serious, and that makes Korra pause more than anything. She glances down at his fingers circling her wrist, then back at him.]
Because there’s no one else around right now?
[Part of her wants to hear the answer. Her expression slowly edges from exasperated to curious.]
[He isn't ready to admit that there's a small part of him who actually kind of values the Avatar as a person. His favorable opinion of her stems from being in her debt and has grown just from being around her more frequently. It isn't often that he spends time with genuine people. The worst part is that she brings out whatever little good he has in him.
So yeah. Maybe he likes her.
Instead of saying so, he leans closer and stops shy of touching noses. Usually this step is simple... and it bothers him that it isn't.]
Korra holds her breath as he moves closer. She doesn't pull her hand away or put more distance between them, opting to stay right where she is, hovering in that pocket of 'almost touching' while she studies his face intently.
He hasn't moved either, as if he's giving her that choice, and that's what makes up her mind in the end. She just hopes she doesn't regret it.
Wordlessly, Korra tilts her head and lets her lips brush his.]
[Tahno reacts to the slightest hint of Korra's lips against his. He presses into her kiss and pulls her in by her shoulder, only a little bit, without any intention of letting her go. His one kiss becomes two when he wants to feel her lips in a different way. He let their kiss linger before drawing back, hand still on her shoulder.]
[At first, she’s too stunned by his immediate response to speak, her mind still trying to process the kiss—no, kisses. A part of her had thought he might pull back as soon as their lips touched and mock her for falling for the bait. That part is silenced, though…for now.
Korra tilts her chin up, a hint of a challenge in her eyes as she replies.]
You shouldn’t have invited me to if you didn’t want it.
[Catching up on watching the Nuktuk movers was hardly what Korra had in mind. The box seats made things a lot easier, up above the rest of the crowd while still able to get the light from the black and white film. But Korra's chair was empty save for the popcorn and snacks that went untouched. They weren't as important as for what Korra was doing.
Asami was on the edge of her seat, but not because of what was going on the big screen, but because Korra had made herself at home between her legs. With Asami's folds spread open, Korra dipped her tongue slightly into Asami’s entrance before she continued upwards, and stopped just before her clit. It had been like this since the opening credits, Korra slowly working Asami over. Partially to see if she’d make a noise that might draw attention.
She gave a teasing look upwards as she kept lapping.]
[Asami didn't usually have a hard time of keeping her composure, but usually Korra's face wasn't in-between her legs in public. There she was, hips squirming and leg muscles tightening while her hands kept steady grips on the armrests. She tried not to show the exhilaration in her face, even careful of keeping her lips shut. Sharp breaths were disguised with a casual, rearranging toss of her hair, and she kept her eyes peeled on the mover screen.
But she wanted her tongue on her clit. Her eyebrows furrowed with mild distress over it. When she made the mistake of looking down, the look Korra exchanged came together with the heat and wetness and intensity so that she finally emitted what Korra wanted.]
Mm.
[And exchanging a look with a mover-goer in the next box, she mustered a polite smile and cleared her throat.
Then she leaned forward just enough to whisper to Korra.]
[Finally, that sound and seeing Asami having to pass it off as something minor made Korra push her face forward so Asami could feel the smile spread across her lips.]
You've been doing good so far. [Of course it was muffled, and Korra left her mouth open, keeping her eyes on Asami's before sucking in her juices. The sound would have been too loud had it not been for Nuktuk waterbending in the movie. Korra drew back as if she was done, but it was all just so she could bow her head and drag her tongue up near her clit again. She had been staying just shy of it every time to build up Asami's anticipation.]
Just enjoy the movie, or this. [With that, she circled her tongue slowly around Asami's entrance, purposely darting her tongue in at random intervals. She was having way too much fun with this.]
[Asami sighed (dramatically to a passer-by) and sat back in her chair, slouching more than she normally would. She did a nice job of not squirming, except for when she didn't, in which case her hips sharply thrust in those particular intervals in which Korra darted her tongue. It managed to take her by surprise each time.
It helped if she focused on Bolin in his fur costume. Her eyes were trained on him, which only made it weird when Korra broke through her efforts. At a point, she jerked her hips back.]
Oh— [She stifled her breaths and finally looked down, addressing her in an almost scolding manner:] You. You've gotten really good at this.
[A teasing, throaty laugh murmured out of Korra when she let her tongue retreat at Asami’s thrusts, only to lick around her slick entrance and dart her tongue in to do it all over again. She looked up at Asami and her dark, glistening lips formed a small smile.]
You’re good practice and I am a fast learner. [She whispered loud enough for her to hear, never breaking eye contact. Korra put her hands on Asami’s knees and eased them forward over her thighs, running her palms over her smooth skin.] Hm, save me some popcorn.
[Korra’s smile broadened as she grabbed Asami’s hips and pulled her back to the edge so her mouth was a hairsbreadth away from her puffy folds.] Just in case I’m still hungry.
[Leaning forward, Korra laid her tongue flatly against her entrance and licked upwards. This time giving a firm, sensual rake over Asami’s clit; taste buds riding along the very top and pushing the nub down from the pressure until the tip of her tongue left it. She reversed, pushing it back down and slid her tongue into Asami’s entrance until her lips were buried into her folds.
It had been close to half an hour of teasing after all.]
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earthkingdom2014-07-12 09:01 pm
let's be thelma and louise minus the death (aka road trip)
And so, a week later, they were still on a dirt road in the middle of who knew where in the Earth Kingdom. ...Actually, that raises a pretty good question.]
Do you have a map somewhere? Because I think we were supposed to find a town by now. ...Right?
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So she was having the time of her life.]
I think so. Check the glove box, there should be a map in there.
[In fact, she was certain there was a map. She did remember moving her favorite map into another satomobile, but she had to have transferred it back.
Right?
Right.
Nevertheless, she peeked at Korra from the corner of her eye for the verdict.]
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Uh... I don't see one.
[Maybe if she looked through the same small stack of papers again, it would magically appear. That's how maps work, right?]
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Who knew how long it would be until they reached the next one, though?
She shifted gears and turned the car around.]
I'm heading back towards the last gas station. We can pick up a map while we're there. [A beat.] You wanna get us there?
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You sure about that? I mean, you do remember what happened last time, right?
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[She said this while pulling over the car. It looked like Korra wasn't going to get a choice in the matter. She unbuckled her seat belt and climbed out.]
Come on, you'll do fine.
SLAMS IN HERE
JUST KIDDING obviously he's here for tamahome or should i say tamahomie ]
NONE OF THE ABOVE PROMPTS, just go with this...
But then she started acting strangely. She told him, with watered eyes and a wavering voice, "It's for our own good, Tamahome." It's been two days and she still hasn't responded to his calls.
Per breakup tradition, he and Mako are at the latter's apartment watching a movie. A bowl of popcorn sits between them while their bottles of beer are set on the coffee table. Tamahome leans forward in his seat, seeing but not really watching the movie, while silent man-tears maintain a constant stream down his face. He thinks he's at an angle where Mako won't be able to tell, but his occasional sniffles give him away.]
omg
mako, himself, had never been very good at the "comforting" thing. he did what most guys tended to do, what he assumed most people would have preferred — he offered solutions, advice. he was a problem-solver, at the very core of him, and when a buddy came to you with a problem, even a problem dealing with girls (which mako, admittedly, had never been all that adept in, despite having had his... fair share...) he would be there for them with a solution. but tamahome was always kind of... different. too feelsy, really, in the way that bolin always was, and mako knew that coming to the other man with a list of solutions as just not going to cut it.
after about the twelfth sniffle, mako realizes there's just not avoiding it.
they were going to have to actually talk about this. ]
Hey, uh... you need another beer, man?
[ you know. eventually. ]
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His tone wavers despite his efforts to keep it under control. He keeps it low, almost a growl, and he hopes the swig of beer he's taking will do something to soothe his sore throat.
He adds a beat later:] I don't want to talk about it.
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She probably just needs space or something, [ he says, from the safety of the kitchenette a few feet away. he pokes around the refrigerator longer than necessary. ] You know how girls are... they're fickle, or something.
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[To try and move the focus off himself, he points the attention to Mako.] I can't remember if you're dating someone right now.
insomnia. masamnia.
Bolin seemed sound enough asleep down there, so she thought it might be safe to wake up Mako if she kept her voice low. She shifted in his arm so that her face was closer to his cheek.]
Mako... [She laid a kiss on his cheek and tapped his chin with her fingertip. She knew she was being a nuisance, but her cleavage was like right there. So.]
masamnia sounds like a p legit disease
...hnn?
[ he normally isn't much of a heavy sleeper, truth be told. but sleep had always been a pretty precious commodity for the older brother who put waaaaay too much pressure on himself, especially after spending a whole day moving his girlfriend's things from her home to their cramped little attic space. so it takes him a few more seconds to turn his head over and blink owlishly at asami, clearly still in the process of waking up. ]
'sami? [ his voice is thick with a drowsiness that makes his voice even deeper and rougher, which might have been attractive if he didn't sound like a drunk right now. ] You okay?
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MAKES STUFF UP
Cue the mass panic and accusation-flinging, most of it aimed at her (of course).
Korra yawns as she trudges through the halls of Air Temple island. It's late at night, and all she wants to do is pass out and sleep for a week. She nudges the screen door closed with her foot and flops onto the mattress without even peeling her clothes off and--wait, is that someone right next to her?
Korra scoots back a few inches, fast.]
What the--who's there?? [The flame she calls up in her hand lights up a familiar face and she sighs.] Oh...Tahno, it's just you.
[His apartment had been one of the first victims to the mysterious vines, and he'd agreed to live on the island with them until those things were sorted out. But what is he even doing in--oh. She must've taken a wrong turn somewhere again. It's not her fault she has a hard time remembering where everything is when she's this exhausted.]
|Db GJ
Presently, he isn't wearing his usual eyeliner. Why would he? He's trying to sleep. But interesting how this would be the second time Korra has seen him bare-faced when he rarely shows himself to others as any less than dapper. Grimacing, he fixes the sheets over his lap.]
Were you expecting somebody else? I thought we had an agreement.
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[This definitely means she's in the wrong room. Korra lets the flame go out, dropping her hand with a sigh.]
I'm not expecting anyone. I just thought this was my room, okay?
[Her bottom lip's already started to stick out in a pout. In a fit of tiredness? madness? she decides, screw it, she doesn't want to make the trek back to her own actual room and flops back down onto the mattress.]
Move over.
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You know, if you wanted to share a bed with me, you should have just said something.
[He says this while lying back down, unable to contain his smirk. It's very possible he is on the verge of chasing her away with that sort of remark, but he has to at least dip his toe in the water.]
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Seriously, do you ever stop talking? Or do you just like the sound of your own voice too much?
[Notice she didn't deny anything--too busy being grouchy or something else?]
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No one is making you stay, Uh-vatar.
[Not that he wants her to go. Half-lidded eyes casting an honest look, he adds in a lowered voice:] But you know, the invitation to stay is open.
[His grip on her wrist loosens, serving little else purpose than to simply touch her.]
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[But whatever annoyance had been in her voice before evaporates quickly at his words, spoken so frankly. He’d actually sounded serious, and that makes Korra pause more than anything. She glances down at his fingers circling her wrist, then back at him.]
Because there’s no one else around right now?
[Part of her wants to hear the answer. Her expression slowly edges from exasperated to curious.]
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[He isn't ready to admit that there's a small part of him who actually kind of values the Avatar as a person. His favorable opinion of her stems from being in her debt and has grown just from being around her more frequently. It isn't often that he spends time with genuine people. The worst part is that she brings out whatever little good he has in him.
So yeah. Maybe he likes her.
Instead of saying so, he leans closer and stops shy of touching noses. Usually this step is simple... and it bothers him that it isn't.]
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Korra holds her breath as he moves closer. She doesn't pull her hand away or put more distance between them, opting to stay right where she is, hovering in that pocket of 'almost touching' while she studies his face intently.
He hasn't moved either, as if he's giving her that choice, and that's what makes up her mind in the end. She just hopes she doesn't regret it.
Wordlessly, Korra tilts her head and lets her lips brush his.]
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Well. I didn't think you'd actually kiss me.
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Korra tilts her chin up, a hint of a challenge in her eyes as she replies.]
You shouldn’t have invited me to if you didn’t want it.
CLASH OF THE ASAMIS
SCREAMS
19, 8
Asami was on the edge of her seat, but not because of what was going on the big screen, but because Korra had made herself at home between her legs. With Asami's folds spread open, Korra dipped her tongue slightly into Asami’s entrance before she continued upwards, and stopped just before her clit. It had been like this since the opening credits, Korra slowly working Asami over. Partially to see if she’d make a noise that might draw attention.
She gave a teasing look upwards as she kept lapping.]
Re: 19, 8
But she wanted her tongue on her clit. Her eyebrows furrowed with mild distress over it. When she made the mistake of looking down, the look Korra exchanged came together with the heat and wetness and intensity so that she finally emitted what Korra wanted.]
Mm.
[And exchanging a look with a mover-goer in the next box, she mustered a polite smile and cleared her throat.
Then she leaned forward just enough to whisper to Korra.]
I can't do this while looking at Bolin.
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You've been doing good so far. [Of course it was muffled, and Korra left her mouth open, keeping her eyes on Asami's before sucking in her juices. The sound would have been too loud had it not been for Nuktuk waterbending in the movie. Korra drew back as if she was done, but it was all just so she could bow her head and drag her tongue up near her clit again. She had been staying just shy of it every time to build up Asami's anticipation.]
Just enjoy the movie, or this. [With that, she circled her tongue slowly around Asami's entrance, purposely darting her tongue in at random intervals. She was having way too much fun with this.]
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It helped if she focused on Bolin in his fur costume. Her eyes were trained on him, which only made it weird when Korra broke through her efforts. At a point, she jerked her hips back.]
Oh— [She stifled her breaths and finally looked down, addressing her in an almost scolding manner:] You. You've gotten really good at this.
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You’re good practice and I am a fast learner. [She whispered loud enough for her to hear, never breaking eye contact. Korra put her hands on Asami’s knees and eased them forward over her thighs, running her palms over her smooth skin.] Hm, save me some popcorn.
[Korra’s smile broadened as she grabbed Asami’s hips and pulled her back to the edge so her mouth was a hairsbreadth away from her puffy folds.] Just in case I’m still hungry.
[Leaning forward, Korra laid her tongue flatly against her entrance and licked upwards. This time giving a firm, sensual rake over Asami’s clit; taste buds riding along the very top and pushing the nub down from the pressure until the tip of her tongue left it. She reversed, pushing it back down and slid her tongue into Asami’s entrance until her lips were buried into her folds.
It had been close to half an hour of teasing after all.]