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Asami sat up, the blood rushing through her veins as she regarded the brown-haired, dark-skinned, blue-eyed beauty in the chair not four feet away. She took a calm, deliberate breath, then let it out slowly as she tried to will her heartbeat to slow down, trying not to reveal what every inch of her wanted to do, which was take Korra into her bedroom and send her clothes flying every which way.
“Slow.” Another slow, deliberate breath. “Let’s take it slow for now.”
Korra leaned back in her chair, her eyes seeming to drink Asami in. “Okay.”
“Mind if I put some music on, then? Something mellow?”
“That’s cool,” Korra assured her.
Asami went past the dining table, situated near the corner of the suite where the two banks of windows in the suite met, affording her a view of the city when sitting there. But tonight, she was headed for the entertainment system, which also held the DVD player for the TV set mounted on the wall pillar near the couch that ran parallel to the bank of windows. Asami dialed up a song she’d heard before, a rather slow, light crooner about a boat in the canals of Venice under the moonlight.
As the gentle treble notes swelled in the room, Asami hit the light dimmer on the way back to her chair, and the bright white indirect lighting faded, leaving behind the soft yellow glow of the incandescent bulbs hanging overhead in the space between the easy chairs and the dining table.
She came up to the side of Korra’s chair and placed her hand on the other woman’s left shoulder, feeling the muscle underneath as she looked down at Korra. “May I have this dance, Madam Korra Tikaani?”
Korra clasped Asami’s hand with her right hand as she smiled. “Of course, Madam Asami Sato.” She winked and was obviously trying not to laugh.
Korra’s hand felt warm and just a bit rough, probably from her workouts. Asami jerked her head toward the empty floor. “C’mon, then, get up already, hmm?”
Hand in hand, the two women moved under the light, and then after an awkward few moments of fumbling, Asami had her right hand around Korra’s waist and was clasping Korra’s right hand in her left. Korra’s left hand was on Asami’s shoulder, and they swayed slowly to the music, their bodies pressing together as they did so.
Korra leaned in and inhaled, then looked at Asami. Korra’s eyes were dilated just a bit, and she said a low, husky voice, “Do you have any idea what that perfume of yours is doing to me?”
Asami giggled and ran her hand up and down Korra’s strong, muscular back before resting her hand at the small of Korra’s back. “It’s something I like to put on occasionally.”
Korra arched an eyebrow. “Why didn’t I notice it before, in the taxi?”
“It’s pretty subtle. It’s actually designed to be one of those kinds you have to be up close to smell, and I don’t put a lot of it on anyway, ‘cause it’s expensive,” Asami replied.
Korra lifted her hand off Asami’s shoulder and brushed her hair aside, her fingers curling through Asami’s luxuriant locks as her fingernails brushed briefly against her forehead. She breathed, “You’re beautiful.”
Asami released Korra’s hand and gently brushed her hand over Korra’s hair, feeling the long, soft straight strands of Korra’s hair that trailed down just past her shoulders. She rested her hand against Korra’s cheek and said, “You’re beautiful, too, Korra. I love your eyes, you know.”
Korra ducked her head. “Thanks. I like yours, too.”
Korra inhaled Asami’s fragrance again, then closed her eyes and pressed herself up against Asami. She rested her forehead against Asami’s; Asami let her eyes flutter closed as well, luxuriating in the feeling of Korra against her. The two women let the music’s lyrics envelop them as they wrapped their arms around each other, swaying slowly as they did so.
Korra’s hand was the first to tentatively roam below Asami’s waist, tracing the curve of Asami’s butt before coming to rest, lightly groping as she felt Asami’s glutes flex as she moved. Asami’s breathing picked up, and she let her right hand slide down as well, her fingers lingering over Korra’s buttocks before she squeezed gently, feeling the firm flesh through Korra’s pants.
Asami hissed, “Amazing ass, Korra!”
Korra’s head moved back and Asami opened her eyes. Korra’s breathing was shallow and a bit fast. Asami’s left hand came around, hooking Korra’s vest at the top button between her breasts. Korra bit her lip, then nodded.
Asami slowly, carefully, undid each button, her hand working dexterously in the small space between them. Asami tried to keep her hand steady, not wanting to think about how close she was to being able to touch Korra’s ample mounds, which pressing against her own.
When the last button was undone, Asami rested her hand against Korra’s stomach and looked into her eyes. Korra licked her lips, then leaned in and gently pressed her lips against Asami’s. Asami responded, opening her mouth to kiss Korra, their kiss deepening as Asami slid her left hand upward, cupping Korra’s breast, groping and feeling the heft of Korra’s gorgeous boob through her shirt and bra.
Korra moaned into the kiss, and her left hand came up and around from Asami’s ass to glide up her shirt. Asami’s nipples began to stiffen in anticipation, and she let out a soft moan when she felt Korra’s hand groping and gently kneading her right breast. She wondered if she would get to feel Korra’s mouth on her boobs that night.
Korra pulled back, gasping, “Wow!” She gave Asami’s breast one last grope, then let her hand fall to Asami’s waist. Asami lifted her hands to grasp Korra’s muscular shoulders.
“Good?”
“Hell yes, Asami!” Korra grinned. “Can we go from ‘slow’ to ‘fast’?”
“And this is because…?” A smile tugged at Asami’s lips as her heartbeat quickened.
Korra’s voice dropped again, low and husky like before as she growled, “I want to rip your fucking clothes off so I can see those amazing tits of yours. And then I wanna have my way with you.” She grabbed Asami’s ass with both hands, pulling her in for a quick, heated kiss.
Asami’s answer was to tug Korra towards the bedroom without further ado. And she definitely got to feel Korra’s mouth on several parts of her body.
Thanks to Skeleton-Horse for betaing this!