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From there, time blurred. The cold no longer mattered, only Korra’s warmth. Her lips. Her tongue. Her fingers. She gasped, surprised at Korra taking control and she gave herself over to those fingers. She slid her own between Korra’s legs, their hard pants and moans muffled against skin and pillows. Asami had to still her hips to keep the wooden frame from creaking while Korra brought her to the brink, trust in her skill and resist the urge to chase that peak.
Korra bit down hard against her shoulder, huffing and shuddering against her, her hard breaths sending chills rushing down Asami’s entire body and she nearly climaxed from knowing these breaths, scratches, and bites were her doing. Knowing that she had gotten Korra there. Her face flashed with heat and once Korra grew slack she buried her face hard against her neck, nipping and licking to plead with her not to stop. She wasn’t far behind Korra, her world awash with white, with static. Lost in the world of pleasure brought by Korra’s fingers, body, sweet affections whispered in her ear. She wanted to stay lost in these warm waves, almost dizzy with the desire to not come back down. But the sensation eased away, Korra continuing that little curl of her fingers until her panting became normal breathing and she went slack against Korra’s body.
They stayed like that, for some seconds. Simply holding each other and breathing. Letting the high fade away as hands idly traced across skin.