Korrasami in the Spirit World, Part 2

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“I’ve been waiting to kiss you for three years, Korra.”

The Avatar couldn’t think of what else to say but, “I should have come back sooner.”

The two young women shared a laugh at that. It was a foolish sort of laugh, snorting, unabashed, rolling through the flowered vale. Korra regained enough of her composure to give Asami a peck on the lips, then another. She wanted to taste more of this gorgeous creature and touch every inch of her; Korra’s fingers itched with desire. She’s never wanted something so badly in her life, which was saying a lot, all things considered.

“So, are we—Are we going to do this here, then?” Asami asked, still sounding out of breath, and happy for it. “Where all the spirits can see?”

“Take another look around,” Korra suggested.

The taller woman’s eyes rolled about and then, in shock, her head twisted sharply to look over her shoulder.

The golden Spirit Portal was a distant shine on the horizon, barely seen through a copse of trees. The baobab forest seemed to have sprouted a thick canopy during the ladies’ preoccupation, enormous splayed leaves like the crossed pinoins of great bird wings. The many spirits that occupied the skies were now blocked from view. Light in this sunken vale was coming from the flowers themselves, a subtle blue radiance that twinkled like starlight.

“We’ve moved?”

“In the Spirit World, you don’t necessarily need to walk anywhere. Will alone can carry you any distance, but because of that, it’s also very easy to get lost.”

“So who willed us some privacy, you or me?”

“A bit of both, probably.” Korra grinned, but then grew serious. “Asami, listen: Don’t ever stray from my side while we’re in this place.”

Asami’s hands came up around the hardened muscles of Korra’s neck, supporting herself as they kissed again with a ferocity. Although the taller woman was literally hanging off her, The Avatar barely felt any weight at all. There was only heat and an infinite gladness.

“You silly girl,” Asami scolded when they broke. “I will never leave your side, no matter where we are.”

A finger hooked under Korra’s high collar and popped the top-most button. This was happening.

Asami rose to more of a sitting position as Korra swung a leg around to straddle the taller woman’s lap; they almost collided and laughed again, giddy. Korra shrugged to let slip her pack, but Asami stopped her.

“No, let me.”

Asami’s hands ran along Korra’s broad shoulders, along every ridge and dimple of honed sinew. Her wrists hooked under the pack straps and she removed them in this way, roughly tugging down Korra’s long gloves as well. The pack was dropped and kicked aside. Asami drew the gloves over Korra’s palms, then kissed each in turn and back up the length of one muscled arm.

Grinning, Korra flexed her biceps, drawing a pleased murmur from the other woman.

“You’re marvelous, Korra. Does your strength come from being The Avatar?”

“Maybe a little, but I work at it too. ‘Train the body, train the spirit’, my earthbending teacher used to say. Come to think of it—uh, heh heh!”

Korra gave a little laugh to dismiss the thought which had occurred to her then.  The look from Asami was dangerous. She pinched the younger woman on the insides of her elbows and nuzzled her under the chin.

“Don’t you start not telling me things, Korra. I want you to say everything that’s in your heart. We’ve come too far to keep secrets.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s just dumb, so childish.”

Korra sat back on Asami’s knees and their fingers wove together.

“I grew up in the White Lotus compound, training, training, training. It drove me mad sometimes, but there were good things too. There was a certain apprentice guardsman, maybe a year older than me. We didn’t really talk, but—gosh, this is embarrassing!”

“Go on! I can’t wait to hear about my dear Korra’s first crush.”

“Don’t make this any harder!” Korra objected, chuckling. “Okay, here goes: He had just the most amazing lips, right? All pouty and—and I know it was his job to watch over me, but whenever our eyes met, he’d blush and glance away. I kept trying to get a rise out of him like that, and my earthbending teacher would flick pebbles at the back of my head for being distracted. Uhg! There, I said it.”

Asami made little mewling sounds of sympathy, as she started undoing the rest of the buttons on Korra’s fitted blouse.

“Well, what about you? I don’t want to be the only one confessing!”

“Oh, I met various interested parties growing up,” Asami said in a neutral tone. “The young heiress of a powerful industrialist receives many suitors, naturally. I was social, I dated, but there was no one really special until—”

“Until Mako, ri~ght?” Korra teased, turning the tables.

Now it was Asami whom squirmed. The taller woman’s legs trapped under The Avatar’s body as they were, this wasn’t unpleasant for Korra.

“Ahem, yes, that’s right. It was lucky, running into Mako like I did, because it gave me the opportunity to meet you as well. When I realized you two had feelings for each other, I couldn’t honestly get mad at you. Mako has his charms and it was fun while it lasted.”

Tilting her head artfully, a curtain of raven locks hung in front of Asami’s face, not quite concealing the flush that creeped across her cheeks. She bit her lower lip.

“Yeah, he was good,” she added.

“Ha ha—wait, what? Did you—?”

“Of course, well, just the one time. You mean, you didn’t? You two were together for months!”

Korra covered her face and groaned. This had flipped back around unexpectedly. “Not for lack of trying, but there was always someone around! Bolin, or Meelo and the girls. Or Mako was just exhausted from work.”

“Oho! Then The Avatar’s purity is mine to despoil,” Asami growled with a mock villainy. She grabbed hold of the hem of Korra’s blouse.

The younger woman’s rebuttal was muffled by the garment being pulled over her head. Underneath, Korra’s chest was wrapped in plain white athletic bindings, rather than modern small clothes. While Korra tugged the blouse off and tossed it aside, Asami’s fingers worked out the knot so that the bindings unraveled, freeing The Avatar’s bosom.

Asami seemed unprepared for the weight that dropped into her palms.

“B-Busty,” was all she said.

Asami’s breath blew out hard between Korra’s unexpectedly ample breasts. Long, lithe fingers tickled the swarthy brown skin, seemingly attracted to every small blemish and stretch mark that Korra had forgotten about until now.

“Hey, stop tha—ah!”

She tried to cross her arms, but Asami’s head got in the way. She was kissing and licking Korra all over, then finally sucked down on one dark swollen nipple, which had caused the younger woman to cry out. Fingertips skillfully manipulated the other. The dual assault sent electricity through Korra’s body and she convulsed.

“Aaaah~sami, hey, cmon! I don’t, ha~h, don’t want to be the only one li~ke this.”

Asami’s head rose with a wet pop and she licked her lips.

“Right, fair’s fair,” she agreed, in a business-like manner.

Finally unclasping her own backpack, Asami propped herself against it. She gazed up and down Korra’s form with exaggerated appreciation, from bobbed brown hair and clear blue eyes to sculpted abdominals and outie navel, something Korra had never been self-conscious about until right this very moment.

Asami pulled off the tie around her ponytail and tilted her head back to shake out her own midnight-dark curls, exposing a long pale neck.

“Go on, then, Korra. You take the lead.”

To be concluded… <<Read Part 3>>

((Next time: hardcore girl love.  Prolly get one more part out of this.))