Chapter 3
Rain pattered down against the broad windows of the hipster bar that Korra knew she couldn’t afford. The chatter and buzz of the bar calmed Korra’s nerves as she silently tugged her water-tribe armband up and down, listening to the sedative noises of a New York rainy day. She pulled out her phone to check the time. 6:54. Korra had actually arrived five minutes early, though she was grateful she would have some time to dry off before Kuvira could see her looking like a wet dog.
When Kuvira had strolled up to Korra’s desk last week and invited her for drinks in that voice she used when she was making a demand and not a request, the quiet yes that slipped out of Korra’s lips was practically implied. Although she tried to hate Kuvira, when she was alone Korra had to admit to herself that she wasn’t dreading the date as much as she wished she would.
I don’t like her, Korra mumbled to herself as she dabbed a spritz of musky perfume on her wrists and neck.
I don’t like her, Korra insisted as she pulled on the greyish-blue button down that was just tight enough to outline her defined biceps.
But Korra could only deny so much. And she certainly couldn’t deny the way her stomach dropped when Kuvira walked in, shivering from the rain, her soaked white crew neck clinging to her lean body. Her hair was in its usual braid, but the rain had messed it up, leaving rogue black strands to fall down Kuvira’s neck.
After a second of looking around the bar, Kuvira’s sea green eyes finally hit Korra and she smiled. Kuvira? Smiling? This day was getting weirder and weirder by the minute. All the sharpness in Kuvira’s face had disappeared, although the chiseled definition was still there.
“Korra,” Kuvira called out, making her way over to sit next to her. “I’m so glad you could make it.” Kuvira’s voice was calm, the sharp edge completely gone. If Korra hadn’t known better, work Kuvira and bar Kuvira could be two completely different people.
Korra knew better than to let her surprise show, or else Kuvira’s walls might come straight back up. So she just smiled shyly and shook her head at Kuvira. “It’s no problem. I actually love the rain.”
Kuvira laughed. “Well, I certainly don’t. But you look stunning, and I took a cab here, so I wouldn’t consider today a loss just yet.”
Korra couldn’t help it, her cheeks warmed at the flattery. And although Kuvira’s face didn’t change, Korra knew that she noticed.
When Kuvira ordered two very bitter, very alcoholic drinks, Korra tipped the liquid down her throat even though she knew she shouldn’t. Kuvira followed, grimacing slightly from the alcohol, and rested her chin on her perfect hand.
“I suppose you’re wondering why you’re here.” Korra’s ears perked up. She had expected many things to come from their little date, but any sort of explanation hadn’t been one of them.
“Is my company not a good enough reason?” Korra quipped. Kuvira smiled.
“Quite the opposite, actually.” Kuvira tilted her head back and finished off her drink, waving the bartender over for another. “But the reason I wanted to meet with you was actually to apologize.”
That’s it. This had to be the weirdest day of Korra’s life.
Kuvira saw Korra’s incredulous expression and laughed into her hand. “Korra. I know I’m all scary and mean at work, but I’m an actual person. A lot of people don’t understand that.” For a second, Korra saw a flash of sadness cross Kuvira’s face and it made her heart sink.
“Kuvira, I know you’re an actual person. I just don’t understand what you could be apologizing for.”
Okay. Maybe Korra was lying, because she could think of many different things that Kuvira could be apologizing for...she just didn’t know which one.
Kuvira palmed the back of her neck. “Listen. You can hang out with whoever you want, and me trying to scare Sato away from you wasn’t acceptable. So I’m sorry.”
Korra awkwardly laughed. “Oh, yeah... that was kind of scary. Why were you being so possessive anyway? It’s not like I’m your girlfriend.”
As soon as the words left Korra’s mouth she felt a wave of instant regret. Kuvira’s face quickly dropped but she tried to recover by laughing it off. The openness in Kuvira’s face had disappeared, and she looked guarded and cautious again. Shit.
“Yeah, you’re right... you’re not.”
Seeing the dejection on Kuvira’s face was almost too much for her to bear.
“I’m sorry Kuvira, I shouldn’t have been so harsh. People have been trying to protect me my whole life, so it’s kind of a touchy subject for me.” Kuvira’s face lightened again, sensing Korra’s genuine tone, probably because this wasn’t a lie. Ever since she was a kid, there was always someone who was convinced that Korra couldn’t handle herself on her own. Korra hated being treated like a piece of glass, but when she really thought about it she wasn’t sure that was what Kuvira was doing. Sure, there was possessiveness there, but there was also...jealousy.
“So did Asami do something horrible to you that I’m not aware of, or do you just hate her for no reason?”
Kuvira let out a low laugh. “Even taking you out of the equation entirely, that woman knows how to test me better than anyone else.” Rubbing at her temples, Kuvira took another sip of her drink. “For the record, I’ve been working at Great United ever since I got out of college. I didn’t start out as the C.E.O. I started out as an intern, just like you. And I worked my ass off to get where I am now.”
Korra raised her eyebrows. She had no idea that Kuvira had started out as an intern.
“Asami, however, joined a little over a year ago. She’s already working in one of the top positions at our company. She just prances into my building with a stack of daddy’s money and suddenly she thinks she’s better than everyone else. She goes against everything I stand for.”
As much as Korra liked Asami, she could see where Kuvira was coming from. The woman definitely had money, and she knew how to use it. Getting Kuvira’s side of the story was extremely interesting to Korra. She wondered if asking Asami about Kuvira would produce a different story.
But Korra wasn’t really paying attention to Kuvira’s words anymore. She didn’t know if it was the liquor or the smell of Kuvira’s cologne, but she was completely distracted.
She allowed herself another glance at Kuvira’s toned body. Her shirt was still slightly wet, and she wore loose black jeans. Korra’s heart rate increased when she brought her eyes back up only to find Kuvira staring back at her.
“Like what you see, Avatar?” Korra’s stomach dropped at having her title used as an address. Kuvira’s green eyes glinted with mischief, like she enjoyed being looked at by Korra in this way.
"I do." Korra smiled at Kuvira and nodded to her crewneck. "The wet shirt is a good look on you."
Kuvira let out a low chuckle. "And here I was, thinking you wouldn't notice."
"I'm a useless gay, what else do you want from me?" Korra stated bluntly as Kuvira raised her hands in defeat.
Kuvira took her drink and raised it towards Korra. "Have a sip of mine. It's good," Kuvira mused, though the expression on Kuvira's face told Korra she wasn't really concerned about the drink at all. Korra reached to take the glass but Kuvira batted her hand away, tipping the warm liquid into Korra's mouth herself. Oh god. Korra didn't know how much longer she could take this.
“Do you want to go back to my place?” Korra was never good at being subtle with her words, unlike Kuvira, but most people didn’t seem to mind. She was simple. Direct. Easy to understand. Unlike Kuvira, who seemed to weave a labyrinth of her own with every question, snide remark, or demand directed to Korra.
Just as Korra expected, Kuvira smirked. “I couldn’t think of anywhere I would rather spend my night.”
Korra fumbled with her keys as Kuvira pressed kisses down her neck. As soon as she opened the door, Kuvira shoved Korra inside before closing the door and pushing Korra up against the back of it.
“Eager, are we?” Korra giggled at the taller woman.
“Don’t test me,” Kuvira muttered, wrapping a hand gently around Korra’s throat. “I’ve thought about doing this ever since the minute I laid my eyes on you.”
Korra placed her hands gently on Kuvira’s waist, pulling her flush against her. Suddenly Kuvira’s mouth was on hers and Korra was so glad she had asked Kuvira to come home with her.
Korra eventually broke away from the kiss and Kuvira let out a soft whine. If there was ever a sound Korra could never imagine Kuvira making, it was a whine. She smirked to herself as she thought of all the other sounds she could coax out of her tonight.
Leading Kuvira into her small but cozy bedroom, Korra turned to face Kuvira and slowly started unbuttoning her shirt as Kuvira stared, mouth parted slightly open.
“Shit, Korra,” Kuvira muttered as Korra dropped her shirt to the ground, left only in her jeans and black bralette. “You’re so beautiful.” Kuvira lightly traced her hand down Korra’s neck and gently palmed one of her full breasts.
Korra’s cheeks warmed. “Thank you,” she said shyly.
Kuvira kissed her again, hands roaming from Korra’s abs to the button of her jeans. Korra stopped her, looking up at Kuvira before tugging lightly at her crewneck.
“Can this come off first?” Kuvira hesitated for a second before nodding and slowly pulling her crewneck over her head. She was wearing a simple nude bra and a small, layered silver necklace. Kuvira looked even more lithe when she was undressed, with small breasts and brown freckles dotting her pale chest and arms. They matched her beauty mark.
“I know I don’t have a body like you, but-”
“Shhh.” Korra gently kissed Kuvira’s jaw, then her collarbone, then her breast, looking up at the taller woman in adoration.
“Kuvira, this right here...it’s art. You’re art.”
Kuvira turned her face away, her cheeks flushing pink. Korra had never seen her blush before. It was adorable.
Korra led Kuvira’s hand towards her core and Kuvira smirked.
“Tell me what you want, Korra.” Korra whined softly, embarrassed, but not embarrassed enough to hold back a groan when Kuvira pulled her hand away.
“Please, Kuvira, fuck me,” Korra whispered, and thankfully that was enough for Kuvira, who quickly unbuttoned Korra’s jeans and shoved them down.
When Korra felt Kuvira slowly press two fingers inside of her, she couldn’t help but let out a low groan. Kuvira’s thumb circled around her clit as her index and middle fingers slowly fucked into Korra at a relentless pace. Korra grabbed Kuvira’s jaw and kissed her hard, softly delivering her moans into Kuvira’s mouth.
“Kuvira… please, I need to-”
“Not yet,” Kuvira whispered, pushing her fingers back in again, curling them towards her, drawing a deep moan from Korra.
Korra didn’t know how long this went on… it could have been minutes, hours, before Kuvira sat her down on the edge of the bed, got on her knees, gripped Korra’s thighs with her hands and licked her clit in one long pass.
Korra came undone, instantly, gripping Kuvira’s black locks as she softly cried out, riding out her orgasm. Kuvira peppered kisses along Korra’s breasts and stomach as Korra came down from her high, collapsing on the bed.
“You did so good, baby.” Korra blushed as Kuvira tucked her stray hairs behind her ears and slid her hand under the small of Korra’s back, lifting her up for another deep kiss. Kuvira drew small circles on Korra’s spine, and Korra leaned into the calming touch, sighing against Kuvira’s neck.
Korra, now fully conscious, leaned back on her elbows and admired Kuvira, sweaty and mussed, her hair still in its messy black braid. Korra reached up and gently pulled off the hairtie, unraveling Kuvira’s black waves until they tumbled down her shoulders and over her breasts.
“You’re so beautiful,” Korra whispered, repeating Kuvira’s earlier words, and this time it was Kuvira’s turn to blush, carding her pale hands through her hair to detangle it.
Unhooking Kuvira’s bra, Korra palmed one small, pale breast, and drew her mouth to the other, sucking and swirling her tongue around the nub, coaxing a low moan out of Kuvira. She repeated the action on the other breast before lying back down on her bed and pulling Kuvira on top of her. Korra kissed Kuvira deeply, threading her hands through Kuvira’s beautiful hair.
Kuvira gasped in surprise as Korra firmly grabbed the backs of her slender thighs and pulled her closer until she was kneeling directly above Korra’s parted lips.
“Oh,” Kuvira sounded breathlessly.
Korra gazed up at Kuvira in supplication, making it clear that she was still at her complete command.
“Please, fuck my face, Kuvira.” Kuvira let out a small moan at Korra’s language but nevertheless lowered herself slowly onto Korra’s mouth, crying out softly as Korra’s lips circled her clit slowly.
Kuvira rocked her hips back and forth, her loose hair falling over her face as she coated Korra’s lips and jaw with her wetness. Kuvira fisted her hands into Korra’s hair and tugged, causing Korra to groan, the vibration going straight to Kuvira’s core.
Kuvira’s back arched. “Korra, please,” she gasped loudly.
Korra dipped her tongue lower and fucked into Kuvira until she felt her victim still, and then shudder on top of her, letting out a myriad of low moans, so beautiful that Korra tried to commit the sound to memory. Korra kept going throughout Kuvira’s climax, licking her clit until Kuvira had to pull herself off from the stimulation.
Kuvira collapsed on the bed beside Korra, catching her breath. Korra turned towards her, and she wished so badly that she could take a picture of her like this. Sweaty, fucked out, her black hair falling loose down her back.
Kuvira stared back at Korra before groaning and knitting her eyebrows together.
“I’m officially the worst boss ever. You probably hate me now.”
Korra chuckled. “Kuvira, I promise you that I hate you significantly less than when I first met you. You’re like, a different person when you’re not at work.”
Kuvira’s face lowered. “Yeah, I know.” She looked away from Korra. “And I feel like you’re going to hate me again when you go back, because I can’t act any other way when I’m there.”
Korra snorted. “Of course you can. No one’s asking you to be a stone-cold dictator just because you’re a C.E.O.”
“If I don’t, there’s no way half the people in that building would respect me.”
Korra rolled her eyes. She didn't understand Kuvira's line of thinking. With her it was always black or white, yes or no, all or nothing. How did she live her life like that?
“Come on, Kuvira. Asami’s one of the friendliest people I’ve ever met, and she could command an entire room if she wanted. It’s possible.”
She knew it was the wrong thing to say when Kuvira visibly stiffened, and then started to sit up.
“Yeah. You’re right. Sorry I can’t be more like her,” she said, her voice detached.
Korra groaned. “Shit. No. I totally didn’t mean it like-”
“It’s fine,” Kuvira said, but Korra knew she was lying. Kuvira wore her emotions on her face, and she had gone back to the cold and removed expression that most people received. Kuvira reached for her phone and her clothes.
“I have to go. I have...plans.” It was after midnight. She didn’t have plans.
Korra didn’t want to push her any further, so she sat there, defeated, while Kuvira pulled her clothes on quietly.
“See you at work,” Korra whispered.
Kuvira didn’t respond. She just closed the door and left.