Promises
The door closed behind them in a hurry. As soon as it was shut, Korra slammed Asami against it, ravaging her neck, kissing, nibbling, sucking at her exposed flesh. Asami moaned in response, her legs quickly wrapping around the Southern beauty as she was hoisted against the wall. She loved when Korra's urge to take Asami however she pleased, overwhelmed her normally polite and pleasant self. You see, Korra was a gentle, kind and patient lover. She always had been. But Asami brought out a deeper, passionate version of herself. Korra couldn't explain it. Something about this girl from the Fire Nation drove her wild. Light switches were forgotten and clothes were abandoned as the lovers made their way to the bedroom in the dark. Fondling, hands in hair and pleasure-filled moans - they crashed against the cool bedspread. Korra flipped their positions and Asami wasted no time in building up a steady pace as she ground her hips into Korra's core. Nevermind the fact that she was about to fuck the shit out of Korra, she was also eye-fucking here so intently Korra was worried about losing it too quickly. They'd had some pretty wild nights before, but this was by far the wildest, sex-driven the two of them had ever been. Perhaps it was Asami's jealousy and possessiveness when girl after girl had approached Korra, deliberately hitting on her in front of Asami. Or perhaps Korra's patience had been pushed to the breaking point after Asami withheld sex to prove some stupid point they'd been arguing over 2 months prior. Two. Months. They'd gone without sex for Two. Whole. Months. It had been some crazy, completely unintentional record. It had taken years for Asami and Korra to date in the first place, and they'd secretly promised to never wait again when it came to the two of them. But they were adults. And thus promises are broken all the time. They'd been so romantically enchanted with each other in the beginning that they thought they would always be so painted, so in lust and love and would make love always. And in many ways they do still. But they couldn't emphasise the fact that they were adults now. Things weren't always so black and white. And so tonight, wasn't exactly a night that they made love. To put it less elegantly, tonight was a night they fucked.
Korra pulled away from the kiss breathless, lips swollen, chest heaving and spent after releasing so much pleasure built up in her core from the last 30 minutes of having a naked Asami grinding on her. Korra draped an arm over her eyes, desperately trying to calm herself down and hoping that concealing her sight would help do just that. But when she noticed Asami hadn't slowed down, but had instead began to pick up speed again, she knew it was far from over - and she loved that it was. She felt soft hands, wrap around hers and pull her hands down. She looked up to see Asami, her messy bun had completely fallen out and her raven black hair cascaded down her body, contrasting against her stark, porcelain skin. She pulled Korra up, so that their chests were pressed against one another. Their mouths met easily and Asami slipped her tongue into Korra's mouth. A smirk tugged onto her lips, when Korra groaned in response and gripped Asami, pulling her body closer so there was no space between the two of them.
"For a second, I thought you were gonna say that you were done." Asami asked breathlessly.
"No way, I'm far from it. Just promise me one thing." Korra asked, never breaking Asami's eye contact despite her breasts juggling and bouncing right beneath her. Something that normally distracted Korra very easily.
"Anything."
"Promise me this won't end." Asami knew she didn't just mean the sex. She meant them. Asami and Korra had been so invested in one another as friends that they naturally grew to develop feelings for one another so quickly and so easily. It came naturally for them. Getting around to dating one another didn't. They hadn't shared their mutual feelings for years, all throughout high school and college they'd spent it tip-toeing around the other, dating other people to serve as a distraction, trying to ignore their attraction. After a while they both couldn't deny it, and slowly began testing the waters. In their final years of University, something about the finality of their studies and student life pushed them both to confess their feelings. They'd been truly inseparable ever since. And here they were, five years later. Still happily together and happily (practically) living together in Republic City, sharing an apartment with Bolin (and Opal) the same group of close knit friends, a bar at which their gang were all regulars at, they had great jobs, earned plenty of money between the two of them (Asami made more) and Korra had begun looking at the long term picture. Knowing without a doubt, that Asami had to be a part of the life she had planned for herself.
"I promise."
I can't stress this enough; they were both adults. Promises, were broken all the time.
2 years later...
“Korra! There you are!”
Asami weaved in and out of patrons and other regulars at their usual bar MacLaren’s, making her way to the krew's booth. Korra was there, sitting across from Bolin and Opal unwinding with a beer in her hand. Mako had texted saying he was beat after a long day at the office and was heading home early instead of meeting for their regular after work drinks.
Laughing, Korra turned her head away from their conversation greeting Asami who slid into the vacant seat next to her, leaving an appropriate amount of space between the two. If this night had taken place two years earlier, this situation would’ve occurred much differently; first, Korra would have greeted Asami with a wide grin on her face, followed quickly by Asami kissing Korra and snuggling in next to her leaving practically no space between them, as the two of them shared the booth and received eye rolls and playful gags from Mako, Bolin and Opal. As the night progressed, they wouldn’t have been able to keep their hands to themselves, fighting to maintain composure as one would dare to see how far they could go to make the other blush furiously. Korra always lost that battle. After excusing themselves (or being kicked out by Opal in order for them to get their “urges” under control) they’d sprint back upstairs to Korra and Bolin's apartment, shed their clothes the minute they stepped through the door and have one screaming in ecstasy at the top of their lungs not long after. If there was a race to see who could make the other climax first, Korra definitely one that one, but only just. Most of the time, Asami would toy with Korra, teasing her endlessly to the point where Korra would rather reach her orgasm herself than be tortured any longer. Well, maybe not, because as much as Korra loved having sex and having orgasms, she loved having sex and having orgasms with Asami more. However two years after that blissfully sweet period in their lives, the pair now keep their hands to themselves.
“I have good news! You remember my friend Kuvira that I was telling you about?” Asami signalled to the waitress to bring a beer over for her.
Korra cocked an eyebrow, her lips pouting in thought, “Yeah, the one you said was coming up here for a holiday because she was considering moving to Republic City right?”
“Yes! That’s the one! Anyway she arrived today, I told her all about you and she texted me that she’s keen to come out for drinks with us tonight and meet you!” Asami noticed Korra’s face was beginning to show signs of oncoming protest, so she cut in before her thoughts were voiced, “it’ll be great I promise! We were friends back in college so I know what she's like. She’s got a well paying job, so you know she’s not a bum. She’s resourceful, smart and because I know how much you appreciate looks,” as she said this she gracefully flicked her hair over her shoulder, an action that would have made Korra drool before, but only smirk and chuckle in platonic amusement now, "she’s hot!”
“Really? Well okay. That does make me feel much better knowing she has Asami’s stamp of approval ie. she’s attractive but not as attractive as you. Okay great! When does she get here?” Korra asked, perking up once again.
“She texted me that she’s on her way now, so probably 10 minutes?” Asami replied, who began chugging down her beer which didn’t go unnoticed by Opal, while Bolin on the other hand was so excited Korra was willingly getting back out there into the world of dating and meeting new people in general.
“Great! I’m gonna go freshen up real quick.” Korra said as she ran off to the bathroom. Opal quickly dismissed Bolin to grab another round before Kuvira got here, enabling her to talk to Asami one on one.
Opal was someone that had an uncanny ability to sniff out someone's deepest, darkest secrets. It was one of the reasons why they were so close as a group - they shared practically no secrets. Some things, Opal would leave alone, knowing when a secret had to be kept and when to mind her own business... well, most times. But other than that, they were as close as any one group could be. Which is why when she observed Asami's rather odd behaviour, a behaviour that went unnoticed by everyone else, she dismissed them all as quickly and subtly as she could to pry hidden information from Asami. Opal pushed her beer out of the way, and leaned forward on her elbows toward Asami who was suddenly fixated fiddling with her hands.
An unsettling silence crept into their booth as Asami avoided Opals knowing gaze. Reluctantly, she raised her eyes to meet it. Sure enough, Opals knowing gaze was fixated on her waiting for Asami to spill the beans.
“What?!” Asami asked, frustration clear and evident in her voice.
“Asami, you once said Kuvira was one of the most difficult, painful and flat out irritating people you’ve ever come across in your life. Why on earth would you set Korra up with her? She sounds like a disaster.” Opal beckoned, eyes wide in disbelief.
“I know.”
“Then why would you— wait a minute,” she paused, studied Asami a little longer, “you know? You know... Oh, I see… You don’t want Korra to get along with her do you? That’s why you’re setting her up with her in the first place, because the chances of anything happening between them are slim to none! But at the same time, it makes you look like a good friend!”
“Opal that’s ridiculous. Why wouldn’t I want Korra to move on? God knows it’s about time she did."
“Because you still have feelings for her! You’re still in love with her!”
“Opal! No! Korra and I broke it off because it was the right thing to do at the time. We wanted different things, and we still do. Korra wanted to settle down and have kids, we both know that lifestyle isn't for me. I'm practically married to my job. We've both moved on in our own ways.” Asami huffed. Talking with Opal like this always tired her out. She knew she was only trying to help. But nobody likes a know it all. And somehow, Opal knows it all. Sighting Bolin beginning to make his way over from the bar, she gladly exhaled and didn't bother to hide how visibly relieved she was for the oncoming distraction.
“Here we go ladies, another round as requested.” Bolin held two more jugs of beer, an empty glass for when Kuvira arrived, and proceeded to top everybody’s glasses up. Just as Korra emerged from the bathroom, Kuvira strolled through the door into MacLaren’s. Asami squealed in (fake) delight as she called Kuvira over, embracing tightly her in a warm hug. They began quickly catching up before Asami introduced her to the rest of the group. Each one revealing what they’d been up to and debating how long it had been since they’d seen one another when Korra cleared her throat from behind them. Asami couldn't help but notice how Kuvira’s eyes lit up rather seductively when they fell on Korra, and fought to hide a sneer. She couldn’t deny that Kuvira had always been attractive. She was eerily similar to herself in some ways too; smart, determined, exceeds many expectations placed on her, quick witted, always gets what she wants, she also possessed similarly captivating green eyes and dark hair and was roughly the same height, if not a bit shorter.
“Oh, sorry we were just catching up on old times. Kuvira, this is Korra.” Korra extended her hand and smiled her lopsided smile, greeting Kuvira.
Kuvira reached out and shook Korra’s hand. Lingering for just a moment too long before Korra made room and she took to the empty seat next to Korra before Asami got the chance. Not that she was trying to, she would’ve offered the seat anyhow because Asami knew that tonight was for Korra - getting her back out in the dating field, simply "testing the waters” as they say. Asami pulled a spare chair up to the end of the table. On the bright side, she knew that this would only be temporary, though she hadn’t envisioned it surpassing the first encounter, and safe to say she was definitely having her doubts now. She tried not to let it irk her and put on her best fake persona.
“So,” Korra said getting the conversation going, “Asami mentioned you’re considering the move out to Republic City?”
“I am. Our company is expanding and certain staff in managerial positions are being offered the choice to either stay in Zaofu or relocate to our new Republic City office.”
Bolin piped up, eager to make more friends as per usual, “that’s so exciting! New place, new people, new things to do...” Kuvira quietly mumbled the words “that’s for sure” and gave Korra a subtle and seductive side eye. Unlike Opal and Asami, Korra and Bolin hadn’t noticed Kuvira’s comment and were still engaged in the conversation, “… wow that’s gotta be so fun! You must be thrilled! So if you do end up taking the new position, how soon do you reckon you’d move out to our lovely city?!”
“Well it would take a while to get all the paperwork sorted, arrange the transitions, organise new staff and get everything set up, but within the next year or two? I'm hoping it won't take that long. I've already found reasons prompting me to make the move sooner rather than later.” She said, picking up her beer and taking her first sip.
Asami's hand slowly enclosed around her mug and proceeded to grip it forcefully, until her knuckles turned white. She didn't like how blunt forward Kuvira was being toward Korra. They'd only met 2 minutes ago after all! Korra is Asami's ex, they may have only broken up 2 years ago, but that didn't mean that the wounds hadn't fully healed. She'd shared so much of herself with Korra, given so much to her than she had to anyone else. Even before they had started dating. You see, they'd known one another since they were twelve years old and they were now 29. That's seventeen years of friendship, memories, thoughts, moments and connections. There was nobody else in the world they were more closer to. Everyone in their krew knew what they meant to each other, even now, after everything that's happened between them. They may not be together romantically anymore, but they are still best friends. Even if Asami didn't contain romantic feelings for Korra anymore, she still had plenty of reasons to be irked with Kuvira's unexpected interest in her ex girlfr--best friend. Opal wasn't helping. Knowing Opal knew she was hiding something from her, meant Opal would continue to push and push until Asami spilled her thoughts and feelings.
“What exactly is it that you do again?” Opal asked.
“I am a Human Resources Manager. So I plan, direct and coordinate the administrative functions of our organisations. Basically, it’s a lot of bossing people around and running people who run the show. Almost like being in the military.”
"Wow, so you're a pretty important person huh. That's very impressive Kuvira. Did you hear that Korra?" Everyone spun to face Korra who simply nodded in understanding toward Kuvira. Opal smirked at Asami when Kuvira and Korra couldn't tear their eyes away from one another.
Eager to prove to Opal she isn’t jealous of the fact that Korra and Kuvira have an underlying chemistry already, Asami tuned in to the conversation, “despite Korra’s currently quiet nature, she really is quite the talker. She’s also an architect. Sometimes you can never get her to shut up about it, or even shut up full stop.” Everyone chuckled playfully because it perfectly described Korra. She was simply a passionate person. Loud, boisterous and always one to cheer up those in need and offer a polite hug.
“Hey, I’m not loud all the time, just bubbly and friendly! I can’t help it, I like to talk!” she protested but was quickly interjected by Kuvira who locked eyes with Korra again when she said, “Oh I'm sure there are ways that I can make you quiet…”
Truthfully, it might have come off a little intimidating rather than flirtatious. At least, that’s the way Bolin and Opal saw it. Asami knew better - she’d seen Kuvira’s flirtatious attitude. It was rough, different, straight forward. It was one of the things that made her captivating to certain people. And unfortunately, Korra just happened to be one of them. A breath of unusual air. Korra didn’t find it too intimidating, given the way Kuvira had chosen that particular moment to lick at the slightest froth that had settled upon her lips. Drawing her gaze to her lusciously full lips and the shine they had from Kuvira wetting them with her tongue. For Korra, all she processed in that moment was wet lips and imagining the ways Kuvira was going to silence her when she had her in her bed later on tonight.
And that was how most of the evening went. Opal and Bolin made polite chatter amongst the group, created a light atmosphere and set the mood casually. Which is why when they decided to head home and have some quiet time themselves before Kuvira undoubtedly dragged Korra up to their apartment with swollen lips and half shrewd clothes, Asami was left feeling like the third wheel. Kuvira had long since passed subtle and not so subtle flirtations and was now openly hitting on Korra. Complimenting her arms, her physique, how good she looked in those clothes and how she bet she looked even better without them. She had just begun whispering and nibbling on Korra’s ear while she caressed her hand when Asami cleared her throat and stood up abruptly.
“I think I’m gonna go. You two enjoy your night. Bye Kuvira, we’ll have to catch up again before you leave! I’ll see you later Kor - Have fun!”
And she hurried for the door.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Asami cursed to herself as soon as her foot was out the door. She didn't care if they heard her, or if anyone did for that matter. She was pissed. Kuvira wasn't meant to like her. Asami doesn't even like her that much. But Korra, (once upon a time) her Korra, does?! Ugh. She couldn't for the likes of her understand it - she didn't want to understand it. However her musings were abruptly cut short when she spotted Kuvira and Korra stumbling out of the bar. They hadn't noticed Asami yet, too engrossed in their lustful gazes and flirtatious banter, when out of nowhere, Kuvira pulled Korra towards her and crashed their lips together.
If anyone had've asked Asami, she would've denied feeling anything associated with jealousy or possessive anger after having witnessed Kuvira concluding her courting of Korra. But because nobody was there to ask, and nobody else was there to see but her, she could say quite freely that she was beyond pissed. As if her night couldn't be getting any worse, she was struck even deeper to see Kuvira and Korra giggling and making their way up to Korra's apartment.
"You have definitely, got to be fucking kidding me." She dropped her arms in defeat.
"Who's kidding you?" The unsuspecting voice startled her from behind. She turned to discover Mako in all his poised glory. She quickly dismissed their earlier remarks, hoping Mako didn't see how much Kuvira and Korra's interaction irked her.
"I thought you weren't coming out tonight?" Grateful for the distraction (a rather weak one at that) he provided.
"Decided against it. Is the gang still there?"
"Actually everyone's gone home already," she said as she hailed an oncoming taxi, "wanna split it?"
"Yeah why not, we live in the same direction anyway." He replied, leaping into the taxi behind her.
It was a ten minute drive. Most of it was spent with Mako talking her head off excitedly about some new leads he discovered in a big case he'd been working on for months. He'd been chasing them endlessly all week, and hadn't gotten anywhere new. So he had decided to take tonight off and relax, hoping a fresh start to the oncoming day, would prove useful. However the prospect of a fresh beverage swayed him more. Now Asami, was definitely not in her right frame of mind. Feelings of anger, jealousy, confusion, envy, frustration at reading a situation entirely wrong and jumping to a wrong conclusion, had her on the precipice of making very irrational, very stupid decisions. That was saying something for the 29 year old business woman. So when she cut Mako's conversation off with a searing kiss, you can't really blame her? Can you?
5 minutes later they had practically sprinted from the cab and were now in Mako's bedroom when he regrettably stopped her, "Wait... I'm not normally one to ask this, but... Asami are you sure?" He asked. Her hands hand stopped unzipping his pants and looked up to him. "Mako I've had a really tough night. If I'm being completely honest, I need a distraction. I'm not asking for a marriage proposal. So yes. I'm sure." He nodded in response and she quickly yanked his pants down to his ankles and began feeling him through his briefs. He tugged his neatly pressed shirt off and leaned towards Asami, moaning, desperate for her touch. She gently pulled his briefs down to reveal his member, sparked to life. She crawled onto the bed a little more, disposing of her bra and underwear in the process as Mako wrapped his hand around himself, moving up and down a few times before crawling after her on the bed. She lined herself up directly underneath Mako and wove her legs around his ass to push him inside her. They moaned simultaneously, as Mako began a steady pace.
It didn't last as long as Asami would have hoped, but at least for now, it proved to be a far better distraction. A quick release. She didn't want to know what Korra was doing right now, though the most likely answer, was something similar to this. So instead, pushing her thoughts to the back of her mind, Asami climbed aboard Mako again, and again, until the her thoughts were buried.