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It’d been a long day. Full of meetings and training. For Korra, those kinds of days were the worst. Her anxiety always managed to spike. It was later at night when she finally got into bed, waiting for Asami to arrive home. When all hopes of sleep evaded her, she simply sat against the headboard and flipped through a couple of her girlfriend’s magazines.
At around quarter to midnight the door opened and Asami bustled in. Throwing off her jacket and shoes. After switching into pajamas she took notice of Korra’s silence. “Everything okay?”, she asked.
When she received no answer she put the brush she was using to detangle her hair down. Then looked back at Korra who had a vacant look on her face.
Asami crawled onto the bed, straddling Korra’s lap and kissed her cheek. Effectively snapping her out of a daze. “Are you okay?” Asami reiterated. “You look out of it.”
“Fine. Just a rough day. Thanks for letting me stay the night. I always feel more at ease here.”
Asami laughed. Memories of her own days on the island coming to mind. Being woken up at the crack of dawn along with the sky bison roars and small children running about. Along with her responsibilities as Avatar, Asami knew she was constantly being pulled in either direction.
“You’re always welcome here.” Asami murmured, allowing Korra to nuzzle herself against Asami’s chest. Korra‘s hands found their purchase around Asami’s waist.
Brushing her fingers against the fabric of her nightgown. Korra always loved when she wore that one. It reminded her of that night in Zaofu after Asami regained control of her mind. Their heart-to-heart, interrupted by Suyin and later revisited late at night through the soft touches and touch they had built sprouting into something more.
Korra kissed the visible expanse of skin just above her collarbone. Asami gasped, her heartbeat quickening and a hand lightly threading through choppy brown hair. Waves of desire ran through her core as Korra’s tongue ran against hers. Hand slipping down tugging her closer. Asami pulled away, eliciting a whine from her lover before she could get a word out.
“Is this what you want?” Asami whispered. Kissing just underneath her . “I know it’s been a long day. We can just cuddle if you’re not feeling up to it.”, the offer hung in the air. Korra thought about it for a split second. She wasn’t always sure what she wanted, or even when she wanted it. For so long her own needs were shoved aside for the sake of the world. Now Asami tried to tend to her every need— not out of obligation— simply because she wanted to. The possibility of somebody wanting to take care of her had never occurred until Asami revealed her feelings for her.
“No, I want to.” Korra reaffirmed. Perhaps a little too eagerly based on the grin that colored Asami’s face. Not smug— never smug— but full of pride and happiness. “We can stop anytime. Do you want me to use the restraints?”
Korra looked away from her girlfriend, nodding slightly. Internally cringing at the question. Asami cared so much. She knew she would never be judged, not by her, here in the confines of her bedroom. As if sensing the internal battle Asami interrupted. “You don’t have to be ashamed.” She murmured into her ear. “I know they help with everything that happened. Having someone you can trust guide you through something. It helps.” Asami said. “And it’s okay to let me help you. It’s okay to let yourself feel good. I would never let anything happen to you, and I would never judge you for what makes you feel good.”
The talk hadn’t been there first. Asami knew it likely wouldn’t be there last, she would give it to Korra every single time if it made her more at ease. Usually, Korra took the reigns when it came to their sex-life. Due to her past trauma, she was still working through her own battles with her body. Some that regarded Asami and some that didn’t. Regardless, Korra was unendingly thankful for her constant and firm support.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Korra managed to whisper.
After that their movements were soft, Asami guided most of their interactions. Untying the knot on her nightgown and letting the sleeves slide down her arms. “You’re so…”
“So gorgeous.” Korra finally stammered, eyes never leaving black lace. Asami awkwardly shimmied, gaining a soft chuckle from Korra as she tried to get the rest of the way out. “Says you.” Their noses touched for a moment before Korra leaned forward. Asami gave her one more feverish kiss before hooking the hem of her tank top over her fingertips. “Up.” she whispered.
Korra lifted her arms, letting Asami pull the fabric off of her. “I love you.” Korra murmured as Asami unwrapped the bindings on her chest. A breath broke from her chest having nothing to with the removal of her binds. Asami’s actions, and her words, had freed her mind and body more than any article of clothing ever could.
“Lay down.” Asami ordered. Getting off the bed for a moment. “Be good for me?”
“Mhm.” Korra hummed. Asami grabbed the cloth wrappings from their nightstand. Korra felt her heart rate jump. Still, she placed her hands against the headboard, crossed against each other.
Asami knew how sacred of an experience this was to Korra. Often, she wasn’t sure whether to be honored or proud. Both, she settled on. Their routine was methodical. One built on trust and communication and rules. Like no handcuffs, the clanging noise they made against the headboard reminded Korra of the cave where she was poisoned. How she struggled against the hold before the inevitable happened. Ropes weren’t an option either. The way the ends draped across her skin brought her back to the chains dangling around her wrists.
They found that cloths; whether it was old shirts, towels, or fabrics, worked best. Asami could tie it tight enough while keeping Korra comfortable. The fabric never pinched or rubbed against her skin.
“There you go.” Asami smiled, dragging her fingers up her sides. “Talk to me. How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay.” Korra said truthfully. Letting her arms leave the headboard for a minute and rest at Asami’s hips. Asami joined their hands, bringing one of Korra’s to face level and kissing the front of it. Then guiding her hands back to their place. “Do you want the blindfold?”
“Please.” Korra sighed. Asami pressed a kiss to her forehead and wrapped one of the cloths around her head. Making sure to cover her eyes. Then doing the same with her wrists with care. “Comfortable?”
After receiving a nod Asami started a slow kiss. Korra lost herself in Asami, like she always did. Succumbing to the teeth that bit and pulled down on her bottom lip. Leaving her breathless whenever they pulled away. An embarrassing sigh emerged when the warmth of her mouth traveled down to her neck. Korra lifted her neck, granting her girlfriend more access.
One of Asami’s hands snaked down to the waistband of her bottoms. Using one hand, she dragged the fabric of her pants down. Korra spread her legs wider allowing Asami’s thigh to rub against her pussy through the fabric of her underwear. “So eager.” Asami murmured. “We have all the time in the world, my love.”
With that, Asami removed the pressure on her core. Letting the built up tension float away. “Fuck, Sami.” Korra pouted in a weak attempt at debating. “So desperate, sweet girl. Let me take care of you like we talked about. Is that all right?”
“mhm.”
“What was that?” Asami asked. “Full sentences, Korra.” she urged.
Unlike Asami, Korra wasn’t one to talk during sex. They mostly communicated nonverbally, especially when trying something they already had experience with. Every once in a while, however, Asami liked to test those boundaries. Knowing Korra was more than willing to submit to her. Asami’s hands trailed over the fabric of her underwear, rubbing and putting pressure on her pussy as she tried to come up with an answer.
“I’m yours plea- please, Asami. I’ll be good.” Korra finally murmured.
Asami’s hand hooked the hem of her panties. Fingers sliding into the pooled wetness and arousal that had formed between her thighs. Coating her swollen lips. Any ambitions she’d had were gone. All she wanted now was to treat her girlfriend.
One finger plunged into her entrance, a mewl left Korra’s throat as one of Asami’s fingers pumped inside of her at a torturous pace. Korra’s hips bucked up, trying to take more of her. Asami may have picked up the pace, but that didn’t mean Korra was in charge. “Stay still.” she warned. The stern tone of voice sent a telling pulse of want throughout her body. “I don’t want to.” Korra argued.
Asami glared but didn’t respond.
Allowing Korra to buck her hips up, Korra was surprised but didn’t question the notion. Taking the full length of her fingers as her moans filled their bedroom. The feeling was pure bliss, back arching, and soon tear inducing. By then, Asami usually would have started using her mouth or atleast thumbing her clit. Asami knew her well, well enough to know Korra wasn’t going to finish through penetration. Her body simply didn’t work like that. This was deliberate.
At first Korra didn’t understand it— then she remembered moments ago— Asami had asked her to do something and she blatantly disobeyed. Asami was doing this, not to torture or piss her off. As frustrating as it was. No, this was to put her in her place. Asami wanted her to beg.
“Asami.”
“Asami.” Korra repeated.
No answer. Her girlfriend continued pumping her fingers, adding another.
“Asami— fuck— please. I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”
Korra could feel the smile on Asami’s face as she pressed a kiss to her cheek. Asami pulled her fingers out using her mouth to clean them off and kissing back down Korra’s neck. She thought it best not to debate the slow pace Asami had restarted. Korra sighed as Asami took in one of her nipples with the wet seal of her mouth. Korra tried to thread her fingers through Asami’s hair, only to be stopped by the restraints. Asami stayed there like that, watching Korra squirm as she switched to the other aching bud. It strained against the cool air whenever her mouth left, only to be soothed by the returning warmth.
As Asami trailed down further, kissing and nipping the skin above her hipbone she felt the sudden wave of anxiety again. Her voice caught in her throat, “Stop! Asami stop!” Korra choked out. Tears pressing against the fabric covering her eyes. She tried to force her hands out of the fabric. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” Asami said. “I’m here, it’s just me.”
Asami unwrapped the blindfold. Wiping away the tears. “Are you okay? Did I go too far?” Korra didn’t answer, so Asami worked to remove the restraints on her hands. “No. Leave them. I’m sorry. I just— I was fine—and then I wasn’t. I don’t know what happened.”
“No need to apologize.” Asami reminded. Kissing her forehead. “What do you need?” Korra’s breaths became more relaxed. Letting Asami rub some of the tension in her shoulders away as they talked. “Can we- can we just keep the blindfold off. I just thought I had control and then it went away.”
“Korra. You are always in control here. No matter what I say or do. Your say is final.” Asami reminded her. Her heart ached for the former distraught in Korra’s voice, although she knew it wasn’t her fault. She hated watching Korra struggle with her past even after so long. “I would never, ever, intentionally make you feel unsafe, anxious, or uncomfortable. But if I do all you need to do is tell me.”
“I know.” Korra whispered. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Do you want me to stop?”
“No. I’m okay now. I trust you.”
“I’m gonna start again, okay?” Asami looked up at her as she crawled downwards until she was facing Korra’s sex. “Okay.” she murmured. Her hands wrapped around each thigh, gingerly moving them apart and looking back up to check on Korra. The edge of her lip quivered just a bit as she gave Asami a soft smile. Asami smiled back, kissing the inside of her thigh, already sticky with arousal.
“Look at me.” Asami said, her tongue laid flat against Korra’s clit. Blue eyes met her own, fluttering whenever her tongue ran against a sensitive area. Asami let one hand trail up, brushing over an already erect nipple. Rolling it against her index finger and thumb as she continued to suck Korra off.
Korra let out a small whimper as one, then two fingers slipped past her entrance. Back arching up and eventually resting back on the pillow as she tried to maintain eye contact. Wetness was starting to seep out onto her palm, walls clenching around her fingertips. Korra’s body stiffened and then convulsed as desperate pleas slipped out of her mouth.
“Let go. You did so well.” Asami murmured, returning to sucking on her aching clit. Korra trembled underneath her. Walls fluttering frantically around her, legs shaking, nails dug into her own palms. Asami guided her through her orgasm. Fingers thrusting harder and deeper like she knew Korra liked. The softer and slow as she came down from her high. The seal of her mouth never leaving her clit until Korra’s backside lowered onto the bed. The thin sheen of sweat covering her body clung to the sheets underneath her as she whimpered and pulled away.
“Good?” Asami asked, crawling over her and working on undoing the knot. Korra craned her neck up to Asami’s for a kiss. After a moment Asami laid next to Korra, pulling her closer and nuzzling her face into the crook of her lover's neck. “Are you okay? You haven’t said anything.”
“More than. Thank you for that. For everything.” She responded. Pulling Asami’s arm closer and intertwining their fingers.