How does it feel

How does it feel 79

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The Avatar can feel droplets of water streaking down her face. She opens her eyes to see white and grey clouds in the sky. Her hands recognize the feel of grass against her palms. She sits up and realizes that she's naked. She's on some kind of island. There's a large body of water not too far from her, but there's no beach.

The rain starts to come down a little harder as she gets on her feet. Rivers and lakes begin to appear in the skies surrounding the lush green island.

"I was so cruel to you." Asami's voice whispers from some unknown location. "I'm so sorry."

Korra can hear her partner crying, but doesn't see her around. She was dreaming. She was definitely dreaming. "Where are you?"

"I need you, but I don't deserve you after what I've done." Asami's voice echoes painfully. The rain comes down harder. "This place doesn't even begin to describe how much I need you. I love you so much."

Korra smirks lustfully as the lithe silhouette of her lover takes shape in the distance.

Asami slowly makes her way toward her. "I can't get you off of my mind. I might be obsessed. There's so much I want us to do together, but I can't seem to get out of my own way."

Korra does all she can to stand still and wait. If Asami wanted to put on a show she wasn't going to miss a single second of it. "You're really here, aren't you?"

"How can you bear to look at me after what I put you through?" The heiress says quietly as she stands in front of her lover. She looks up to the sky taking a deep breath as the rain trickles down her porcelain body. The water was successfully hiding her tears. "You should be angry with me. You should hate me. You sh…"

Korra cups her cheek and brings their lips together. She was sure that this was the real Asami. Not just a deja vu fever dream. They were finally sharing a dream together.

Korra wraps her arm around Asami's waist then runs her hand down between the heiress' thighs slipping two fingers inside of her. The moan that simple gesture elicited was all the young Inuit needed to hear. She grabs Asami's ass and pushes her fingers in deeper.

Asami wraps her arms around her neck intensifying their kiss. A few seconds later she sighs moving her lips to Korra's ear. "I'm sorry." She whispers nibbling on Korra's earlobe. She meant it.

Korra lifts Asami's thigh to her waist and closes her eyes pumping into her mate a little harder. She can't help but tremble. Feeling Asami's walls tightening around her fingers was indescribable. "Tell me what you're sorry for." She sighs licking her lips. "It feels like it's been so long since we've had a real conversation. Tell me."

Korra lays Asami down on top of the grass. She hovers over her pale skinned partner, never stopping the motion of her fingers. Asami's face wrenches slightly as ecstasy overtakes her. "Tell me." Korra says softly. "I'm here. I'm listening." She lays down on top of the heiress and kisses her neck.

Asami runs her fingers through the Avatar's hair. She's momentarily speechless. Having her wife inside her again was overwhelming. "Korra..."

"Tell me. Please." The bending master whispers between her kisses.

"I'm…sorry…for being such a coward. For not trusting that we could get through this together." Asami gasps slowly.

The Inuit pumps into her a little faster. "What else?"

Asami's eyes almost roll to the back of her head. "Ahhh…."

"Tell me." Korra says as she suckles at Asami's warm porcelain neck.