The Avatar's Master

12. Midnight

Korra and Kuvira were bending a piece of platinum back and forth, practicing feeling and flowing with and impressing upon the vibrations of the metal. They were out in the courtyard, and behind them in the distance were the ruins of the arena with its crumpled mass of platinum.

Korra had improved considerably since she and Kuvira sparred and fucked. Nearly getting murdered by her sifu unlocked bending abilities, and getting fucked by her was incidental. Regardless, both of them were over it, that is, after their healing session in the sauna where Korra had worked her waterbending hands on Kuvira's aches and pains.

The sensation of the cooling water was jarring at first, contrasting the heady heat of the spa, but tingled and became deeply satisfying once Kuvira relaxed and breathed into it. Knowing Korra's hands were inches away from Kuvira's bare skin, sweaty from the sauna with nothing but a towel covering her nakedness made her hot. She unraveled her towel and let it fall open before placing a hand over the Avatar's, guiding it downward.

Korra let herself be led while she continued to heal, cool water following suit. They reached their destination at Kuvira's sacrum, chi penetrating her like she was getting fucked by it. Kuvira rocked her hips against Korra's hands, moaning quietly. She leaned over to meet the Avatar's lips and kissed her. Korra moaned into her friend's mouth, their low hums comingling and buzzing throughout their bodies.

They took their time making out and touching each other in the hot sauna, sweating out their impurities and working out what was left of their sexual tension.

Kuvira bent the platinum with the perfect form of a dancer, her long lean arms molding it like dough before spitballing it back to Korra who hovered it between her hands awhile before separating it into two spherical shapes which she held aloft and shot back toward Kuvira. The metal stretched, spiraling into a rope which Kuvira caught and wrapped around her wrist and forearm in one fell swoop.

"Good job, Avatar!" Kuvira said.

"Thanks, I have a pretty good teacher."

Kuvira decided in that moment to bend a platinum arm bangle for Korra to wear for added protection. Plus it looked cool. Korra bowed and accepted her gift, bended it around her upper arm.

"Did Su say anything to you when she found out about the platinum bending by the way?" Korra said.

"She said it was bound to happen with me eventually. Don't forget, she was my teacher." Kuvira smiled. "I just happened to surpass her."

Bataar Jr. had been strolling around the property chatting with his little sister Opal. As they crossed paths with the women, they both looked at Kuvira and smiled, Bataar rubbing his overgrown soul patch as a nervous habit and Opal tucking one side of her bob behind her ear and biting the bottom of her lip.

Kuvira exchanged glances with Opal and her head got hot; her heart pounded heavier, and she tried desperately to maintain her composure in front of everyone. She looked over at Bataar Jr. and realized he was also giving Kuvira a similar look, and she tried not to recoil. She needed to figure out how to tell him that she loved him as a brother, and not –

"Hi there!" Korra waved her arm at them teasingly. In all of their goo goo eyes with Kuvira, they forgot to acknowledge her.

Opal turned toward Korra. She was petite, her frame accentuated by the form-fitted Air Nation jumpsuit she wore.

"Hi Korra. Do you want to try out some coordinated airbending techniques with me later, maybe?"

"You bet," Korra said. "How's Bolin, by the way?"