Ardor (Omegaverse)

''It has been a while,'' Asami agrees.

The words feel suggestive. Her thighs press together instinctively, her eyes squeezing shut as if that might ease the ache in her chest and belly, the one that knows it has been far too long without her alpha. Time was supposed to heal. Time had allowed Korra's scent to fade from their bed, from the mansion, from Asami's skin and even her blood. Maybe the scars on their necks would never disappear completely, but they were supposed to fade, weren't they?

Instead the scar feels raw again, exposed, as though the wound has been reopened by Korra's mere presence.

Explicit for omegaverse smut.