The day was coming up, the day that started everything. It was the anniversary of their trip to the Spirit World, the moment when they came together as one. A couple, Avatar Korra and Asami Sato. It would be their eighth year together, and Korra was more excited for their anniversary than ever. She had been looking forward to the event for months, talking about it at every chance, bugging Asami with her ideas and desires.
They talked about a month-long trip deep into the Earth Kingdom, where they would explore the unknown corners, or another journey through the Spirit World to visit Korra's parents. Korra even suggested they take a month off and just lay in bed doing absolutely nothing. Well, almost nothing. There was some traction on a backpacking adventure across the Fire Nation, but in the end, nothing seemed to fit with their eighth-year celebration.
Asami was on board for the most part, but the long nights at work and the frequent problem solving of The Avatar in distant lands made things difficult. Was there a busy season for the person destined to save the world? Or was navigating intimate relationships yet another challenge The Avatar had to figure out? Either way, the couple wanted nothing more than to spend quality time together. Notes were left, letters sent, and lists compiled, but they were little more than clutter.
Unsurprisingly, Asami had created a binder of anniversary plans and ideas. Each year, they added another section; it became a ritual. A bottle of wine, take-out from their favorite restaurant, and their bedroom floor were all they needed to start the preparations. Sometimes they opted for wine glasses, but they preferred using their matching teacups. The design was simple, rustic, and unique as the air kids took up pottery for a summer and gifted Korra and Asami the cups on their second anniversary.
Reviewing the previous year's anniversary planning, events, and pictures was the first step in figuring out what they would do for the current year. Asami liked to save newspaper clippings of their anniversary. The Republic City reporters seemed to enjoy catching the couple in whatever activity they found themselves in. It did make it hard for the two to get privacy when they wanted, but it was an event that the city looked forward to each year.
Korra liked to write Asami notes; that was a fact. And Asami liked to keep those notes. She would keep most of them in the anniversary binder, but her favorites were kept at her desk or on the side table by the bed when she needed a pick-me-up. After a few glasses of wine, they read the letters and laughed, cried, and kissed. Their anniversary was more than just another day; it was a day of remembrance.
Asami had spent the greater portion of the year preparing for the launch of a new line of Satomobiles. At first, late-night meetings became a fun way for Korra and Asami to sneak away with each other while Asami was at work. Korra would often meet Asami in her office, and they would take the long way home and share some alone time. Republic City had numerous roads that led to the surrounding countryside, and many of them were desolate. Road trips weren't the first choice of modern city travel, but they were a favorite of The Avatar and her partner.
It was an unspoken ritual for them to cruise the scenic routes of Republic City while exploring each other. On one occasion, nearly as soon as Korra had buckled her seat belt, Asami's hand started massaging her legs' apex. Now granted, Korra had started the groping session in the elevator to the car park, but their panoramic drive hadn't even begun, and Asami aimed to finish the task. They had a spot, or two, or three, secluded from the rest of the world where they could enjoy the other's company. The getaways started as a simple way to get fresh air and maybe see a few shooting stars, but it quickly turned into something more. One kiss turned to ten, and then all barriers had been broken.
Neither woman held back during their adventures. They could unleash all of their pent-up desire. Yes, they loved having sex in their bed, but there was something exhilarating about pulling the Satomoblie into a wooden oasis and enjoying their freedom. Clothes were no match for the strength of their lust. Even after eight years, the fire was still burning white-hot.
