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AN: Someone very politely requested that I re-write the second part of the big sex scene in Chapter 30 from Korra's perspective. This part isn't exactly "canon" for the story, and it has some major differences from the original chapter, but I thought it'd be a fun little read anyway.

Chapter 30 Remix

"Please," Asami begged, her breath ragged against Korra's ear. "Take me."

Korra couldn't wait any longer. The cracked, pleading note in Asami's voice was too much to bear. She pushed the rest of the way in, shuddering as Asami's muscles sealed around her. A soft whimper vibrated against her neck, and before Korra had even adjusted to the sensation of being wrapped in her mate's warm, silken walls, the sharp edges of Asami's teeth sank deep into the cord of her shoulder. White light surged within her, flowing through her like water, and with it came a profound sense of peace.

I'm hers now. I'm safe. She could feel Asami's tight muscles gripping her shaft, the strands of Asami's chi twining with hers, and it reminded her of coming home. Tears welled in her eyes, leaking out to roll down her cheeks, but only because her heart was overflowing. Now, no matter what happened, Asami would always be with her. They would always have something of each other. Neither of them would ever have to face the world alone again. They were joined. Tied. Mated. Nothing, not even death, could sever such a bond.

I love you. Korra wished she could say it aloud, but words were beyond her. The light within her had roared into a burning flame, making her into something more than herself. Images flashed through her mind, of pounding hearts and pulsing blood and shared heat. She couldn't quite grasp them, but she thought she saw other faces, people she had never met, making their own marks and sealing their own claim on the Avatar.

A Water Tribe alpha with long, flowing hair and brown skin, strangely familiar. A Fire Nation beta, thin and angular, with a square chin and amber eyes. An Earth Kingdom beta, with broad shoulders and some stubble. A Water Tribe omega, dark-eyed and soft, a tragic beauty...

It went on and on, all the way down the line, until the faces shifted and blurred and she couldn't keep track of them all. Finally, they solidified, and she nearly wept for joy. She knew that face, those lips, those eyes, even with the beautiful features half-buried in her shoulder. Asami. The Avatar's heart might have been claimed hundreds of times before, but Asami held all of hers. She felt no more fear, no more uncertainty, no more hesitation. There was nothing left but love, love strong enough to blot out everything else. She dipped down, dusting kisses along Asami's neck, trying to share it without words.

Even when the teeth at her shoulder withdrew, their connection didn't wane. "Korra," Asami sighed, almost singing her name. "My mate..."

They kissed, and the orgasm Korra had almost forgotten about crashed over her all at once. The pressure pounding along her shaft spilled free, and she surrendered to the harsh streams, flooding her mate with everything she had. If being bitten was a spiritual experience, one that might have miraculously put her back in touch with her past lives, the power of her release reminded her that she was still very much in her own body, joined with her own mate.

Her hands shot down, grasping desperately at Asami's hips as she pump a pulsing river into the clinging satin around her. Asami's mouth burned against hers, but even though the hot melt of their lips left her lungs burning, she rocked her hips harder. She needed Asami like she needed air, needed to get closer until they shared a single skin. When Asami finally tore away to breathe, Korra didn't let her mouth remain unoccupied. She bit down over her old mark, sinking her teeth in and starting the cycle all over again.

Half-way through her second peak, Korra was a writhing mess of need. She continued thrusting despite the tie, and the light within her stretched out, enveloping her body, pooling in the points of her chi. She wasn't alone anymore—not just because of Raava, but because she could feel Asami within her as well. Together, they made her feel strong enough. They made her feel whole. She held her mate as tight as she could, nipping at Asami's neck, running her tongue over the fresh imprint of her teeth as her lover's inner walls went wild around her. She kept spilling, unable to stop, and every time she thought she didn't have anything left to give, Asami coaxed another pulse from her shaft.

Somewhere in the midst of her orgasm, she felt the urge to share the overwhelming pleasure Asami had given her. She cupped a hand between the omega's legs, trapping the strained bud of her clit, rolling over it until she felt Asami stiffen and shudder and break apart beneath her. It was instinctive. Sometime over the past few weeks, she had become familiar with Asami's body. Finding the right stroke, the right pressure and speed, was second nature. Her mate cried out beneath her, and Korra hitched her leg even higher, locking it firmly around her waist. She wanted to fill Asami as deep as possible, for as long as possible, without ever stopping.

At last, the white light faded, and Korra melted into Asami's soft embrace. "...love you," she muttered, finally able to form words again. "Love you so much, Asami." She had made such declarations before, but this time, it felt different. She felt like she was worthy of loving Asami at last, and worthy of being loved in return.

It took Asami a moment to catch her breath, but when she responded, it was without any hesitation. "I love you, too."

Korra started laughing against Asami's neck, not because having her feelings returned was funny, but because it was such an intense relief. It had taken them three years to come to this place—not just to a place of love, but to a place of understanding and trust and commitment. Still, she didn't regret a single moment. She wouldn't have traded the pain, or the guilt, or even the fear away, because she knew if she had chosen differently, she might not be here, lying on top of Asami, tied with the woman she knew she was meant to be with.

Oh Spirits. We're tied, aren't we? We really went all the way…

Her laughter turned to tears, but she smiled all the while. This time, I'm going to do things right. If she gets pregnant, I'm going to be there for her, and for Yasuko, and for any other pups we have. Asami was offering her a second chance, one she finally felt worthy of being given.

"Don't cry," Asami said, stroking her wet cheek and brushing the tear-tracks away. "This was wonderful. You were wonderful."

"Marry me," she said, gazing up at her mate's wide, glistening green eyes. The words tumbled free without her permission, before she had even thought about them. She knew she should be more concerned about what her visions of the past Avatars' mates had meant, and about stopping Kuvira, but somehow, this seemed more important. "When this is all over, I mean. I want the ceremony and everything."

Asami pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Of course." Korra exhaled heavily, and Asami snorted at the sound. "You didn't think I'd say no, did you? Especially after I just marked you?"

"I don't know what I thought," Korra said, pausing to bring their lips together in a short, gentle kiss. "I'm just glad you said yes." Her eyes flicked guiltily down to Asami's throat—not bare, but it would look even prettier with a necklace as well as her mark. "I'm sorry I don't have a betrothal necklace for you. I promise I'll make one as soon as..."

Asami stroked soothing circles over her back so she wouldn't have to finish. "We'll take care of this together," she promised. "Kuvira doesn't stand a chance. Then we'll have all the time in the world for this. For us."

"Us. I like that." Korra withdrew her hand from between Asami's legs, gliding up to caress her stomach. It carried the slightest swell, and she couldn't help daydreaming as her hand drifted over it. "Do you think you... I mean, do you think we..."

"I do," Asami said, without even thinking about it.

It wasn't a logical answer, especially since they hadn't even untied yet, but Korra let herself hope anyway. "Even though you aren't in heat?"

Asami nodded. "Yes. But what about you? I've never seen you go into the Avatar State like that before. Are you all right?"

Korra hesitated. She wasn't entirely sure what she had witnessed, but she did her best to explain. "I'm fine. Better than fine. But I saw… I don't know what I saw. I think they were the faces of the other Avatars' mates before you." Asami's eyes widened in surprise, and Korra hurried to finish. "It took me by surprise when it happened, but it felt natural, like I was supposed to give in to it. I guess you stirred up a lot of feelings when you bit me."

Asami's brow furrowed with confusion. "Do you think this means you've gotten back in touch with your past lives?"

"I don't know. I haven't been able to use the Avatar State properly for years. It wasn't until I faced Zaheer in prison that I could go there again without being afraid. It only happens when I'm really scared, or..."

"When you're safe," Asami finished for her. "I make you feel that way?"

Korra continued tracing light patterns across Asami's belly. "Of course you do. Being with you is like coming home. I can let go and just be." Her eyes drifted shut. "I know we're about to go out there and face Kuvira, but for the first time in three and a half years, I'm not afraid anymore." She repeated the last four words as if she still couldn't quite believe them, with an uneven crack in her voice. "I'm not afraid anymore..."

"I know how you feel," Asami said, smoothing back her damp hair. "My heart isn't broken anymore. It's... I feel like I could float higher than an airbender." Korra couldn't help it. She started giggling again, and Asami drew her lower lip between her teeth, flushing with embarrassment. "Don't laugh. My brain's still fuzzy from coming so hard."

"I'm not laughing at you," Korra said, placing another kiss on her cheek. "It's cute. I'm just happy, and I finally believe I deserve it."

"You do," Asami said. "You deserve this, and so much more. I'm so proud of you."

"I'm proud of you, too…" She gave her hips a testing shift, unsure whether she was happy or sad to discover that her knot had finally begun to shrink. "But we should probably get cleaned up." She began to withdraw, but Asami's whimper of protest made her stop.

"Don't leave yet," Asami begged, breaking up the sentence with a slow, sultry kiss. Korra parted her lips for more, but it still ended far too soon. "I want to feel you inside me just a bit longer."

Korra frowned. "I want that too, but we're kind of short on time." She didn't say why, but Asami's face fell anyway. With a mournful sigh, the omega drew in a deep breath and relaxed her inner muscles. Korra took that as her cue to pull out, but she did so slowly, watching Asami's face the entire time to make sure she wasn't causing her mate any pain. A rush of heat followed as she pulled her cock free, slipping over both their thighs, and she cupped a hand between Asami's legs before it could stain the couch too badly. "Sorry," she said, offering a sheepish smile. "I wasn't really thinking about clean-up."

"There's a bathroom off to the right. We can wash in there before we leave my office."

Together, the two of them stumbled away from the couch, leaning on each other for support. They staggered a little, but made it across the room without too much trouble. Korra opened the bathroom door, allowing Asami to pass through first, and Asami took hold of the sink's edge as she entered to maintain her balance. "So, would you consider this the best sex we've ever had?" she asked with a teasing backward glance.

Understanding dawned as Korra recalled the tail-end of Asami's most recent heat and their encounter in the bathroom. "Definitely. I guess that demotes our first time on the airship to second best."

"Technically, that wasn't our first time," Asami pointed out. "That was in the jeep."

"Oh yeah." A huge smile spread across Korra's face, and her eyes lit up. That memory was a very pleasant one indeed, and to her delight, it was no longer tinged with a shadow of sadness when she thought back on it. "You know, after today, we should take some time off. See what other interesting places we can find to fool around in..."

Asami finished wetting the washcloth she had grabbed from beside the sink and turned. "You mean like a vacation?"

"Exactly," Korra said. "Yasuko can come too. Not for the sex part, of course." She smirked, lowering her voice as if she was about to share a secret. "We'll have to be careful, maybe sneak off while she's napping. But it would be good to go somewhere new, just the three of us."

"Haven't you spent the past three years travelling, though?" Asami asked, continuing to clean the mess from her thighs. "I'd have thought you'd want to stay in Republic City and rest."

"That was different," Korra insisted. "I was all alone. This time, I'll be with you and Yasu. Maybe we could go visit my parents in the Southern Water Tribe? I'm sure they'd like to meet their granddaughter. Or we could go see one of the Air Temples."

Asami set the washcloth aside, leaning in to give her a long hug. "Okay, but I'm holding you to that promise. Once we finish this, the three of us are going to take a long break together... as a family."

Korra smiled. There was nothing she wanted more.