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Warning: Contains magic!strap-on sex. Well, not really magic since it's Asami's invention from the Facing Fears series, but... close enough. It's a realistic strap-on that transmits sensation. xD

Things get heated between Korra and Asami in this chapter. Thanks to progman for giving me the idea for the steam bath (also known as a muk'ee).

And, of course, 2dshepard is responsible for the AMAZING drawings and is my full collaborator on this. Please go check them out! There's 6 in total.

Chapter Two:

When Korra woke, she wasn't surprised to find herself alone. Asami's side of the bed was empty, and the only trace of her that remained was a slight impression in one of the pillows. Although Korra was disappointed, a fond smile spread across her face. Still an early riser, even without the sun. She yawned, letting the covers drop and trembling as cold air hit her skin. She had fallen asleep naked the night before, and she already missed the warmth of Asami's body cuddled next to hers.

She sat up slowly, debating whether to leave bed or not. Judging from the silence and the pitch black sky outside the window, it was still early in the morning. With the festival finished, she had nothing planned. Eventually, her loneliness got the better of her. She had grown used to seeing Asami first thing in the morning during their vacation, and she didn't want their last day at the South Pole to be an exception.

As she stretched and prepared to stand, she noticed an untouched red outfit sitting at the foot of the bed. Unlike the sheets, it was clean and crisply folded. Asami was in the habit of setting out her clothes for the next day the night before. Everything else was packed away in her luggage. Hmm. Where could you have gone without your clothes? Unless you stole something of mine...

Korra glanced at her own clothes, gathered in a rumpled heap beside her suitcase. Nothing appeared to be missing, which narrowed her options considerably. Asami couldn't have gone far in just her robe. Aside from the bathroom attached to their suite, that left only one logical place. Her mouth twitched into a smirk, and she felt more awake as she considered the possibilities.

She hopped out of bed, suddenly full of energy. Instead of retrieving last night's clothes or digging out some new ones, she grabbed the remaining robe hanging on the bathroom door. It didn't offer much warmth, but she wasn't going far. If her guess was right, Asami was just a few doors down. She pulled the belt around her midsection, but paused before knotting it, shooting another glance at her overflowing suitcase. If she's where I think she is, and we end up doing what I hope we're going to do, maybe I should bring a little assistance.

Korra chewed thoughtfully on her lip before padding to her luggage. She dropped to her knees, rummaging around until she found what she was looking for. Bringing the SatoCock—trademark name still in development—had been Asami's idea, and Korra was grateful that she had insisted. At the time, she had been adamantly opposed to having sex of any kind while they stayed with her parents. That was before Asami had changed her mind with a few whispered words and her very talented tongue. Even Desna and Eska's knowing comments hadn't been enough to put a damper on the memory, although she and Asami had tried to keep quiet since then.

Too quiet, Korra thought as she headed back to the bed. Despite returning the favor several times, she hadn't been able to make Asami scream. Her considerable efforts had resulted in several earth-shattering orgasms, but they had all been disappointingly silent. She had to admit, her pride was a little wounded. She was fully confident in her ability to give Asami pleasure, but it had been a while since she had seen her girlfriend truly desperate and unhinged. If she didn't have scratch marks all the way down her back by the time they left for Republic City, she wouldn't forgive herself.

She perched on the edge of the mattress and spread her legs, hitching up her robe. The teeth marks Asami had left on her inner thigh were finally started to fade, but a light bruise was still visible. She shook herself, then studied the toy in her hands, turning it around the right way. Easing the shorter end inside didn't take long. Thinking about Asami had already sent most of the blood in her body rushing between her legs, and there was plenty of wetness waiting for her as well. She winced a little as the widest part stretched her opening, then sighed with relief when it slid into place.

A shiver raced through her when her clit lined up with the metal plate. Although she had grown used to the toy over the past few months, the altered sensations still required some acclimation. After a few steadying breaths, she felt almost normal. She stared down at the shaft between her legs, confidence restored. Asami always loved her fingers and her tongue, but perhaps the surprise of the cock would catch her off-guard and leave her a little more vulnerable.

Adjusting her robe again was more difficult than she expected. The toy kept poking out through the front, and she frowned in frustration. The one downside to the SatoCock was that it didn't soften all the way. Wearing it under her clothes left her looking more excited than she wanted to appear in public.

After double-knotting her robe, she headed for the door, peeking up and down the hallway to make sure no one else had ventured from their rooms. Luckily, the coast was clear. She crept out into the dark, abandoned hall and went left, toward a narrow doorway.

Light and warmth washed over her as soon as she opened it. Thin tendrils of steam lapped at her bare skin, and the sound of humming proved her hunch right. Got ya. She eyed the plush red bathrobe hanging from a hook on the wall. I knew you couldn't resist a nice steam bath on a morning like this. She closed the door behind her as softly as she could, shutting herself into the small changing room.

Removing her robe was a lot easier than getting it to sit right. She hung it on the hook next to Asami's, then turned toward the door on the other side of the room. It was shorter than a person, only at chest height, and though it was well-insulated, it didn't have a knob. She rolled her shoulders, plotting how best to make her entrance. A cocky swagger probably wouldn't work while she was crouching, but she didn't want to creep in, either.

In the end, Korra decided on a surprise attack. If she's turned toward the stove, I might be able to sneak up and press against her from behind. Hopefully she won't mind a little extra heat. When Asami's humming continued undisturbed, she ducked down and nudged open the door.

The sight that greeted her had her melting more than the thick wave of steam that enveloped her. Asami was completely naked, bent over as she ladled water onto the sunken-in woodstove. Korra stared in awe, completely forgetting her plan. Asami's ass was always amazing, but when it was naked and pointing straight at her, she couldn't even keep her train of thought going. Worse still, Asami's thighs were far enough apart to reveal everything between them. She blinked several times, but the image stayed put, only wavering slightly with the humidity.

"Uhh..."

The accidental groan made Asami turn, and her face softened with recognition. "Good morning, sleepyhead. I was hoping you would wake up and decide to join me."

Korra remained silent. Asami's skin was flushed, and her hair was piled messily on top of her head. The sweetness of her smile sent a shiver straight down Korra's spine, and she had to stifle a whimper. Damn it. I'm supposed to be seducing her, and then she has to go and look at me like that. Naked. Why?

Asami set the ladle aside. "Why don't you close the door? You're letting all the steam out."

Close the door. Right. That was something she could do. She shut the door behind her, giving it a push to make sure it stuck in place. Then, she dropped to her knees and crawled to join Asami. "Need any help?" She glanced at the stove, a little reluctantly. Tearing her eyes away from Asami was almost painful. "I can get that wood burning a lot hotter for you."

"Is that really your best line?" Asami laughed. "It needs some serious work, although I guess it's better than 'Uhh...'"

Korra laughed along with her. Embarrassing herself in public was one thing, but embarrassing herself in front of Asami was actually kind of nice. "I don't need lines. I've got plans." With a few circular motions, she had a steady stream of water flowing out of the kettle. It evaporated in billows of steam, and the stove started to shake, rattling the heavy rocks on top.

"Plans, huh?" Beads of sweat trailed down Asami's collarbone and Korra followed them, completely entranced. She longed to bury her tongue in the dip above it and drink in the taste. "I think I can guess what those might be."

It took Korra a moment to realize she was being studied, too. Asami's gaze was fixed directly between her legs, and her clit twitched against the transmitter. The ripple that raced up along the shaft was strong enough to be visible, and it made both of them breathe harder. After a long pause, Korra reached out to caress Asami's shoulder. Every inch of her skin was slick to the touch and impossibly smooth. "Why don't I show you instead?"

"Are you sure you're up for it?" Asami asked, but the glint in her green eyes said that she was only joking. "I don't want you passing out from exertion."

"I can regulate my temperature. Are you going to be okay?"

The look Asami gave her could only be described as hungry. "I was born in Republic City, but I'm still Fire Nation." She leaned forward, running a hand along Korra's side to draw them closer. "I can handle the heat."

Asami couldn't have given a clearer invitation. Korra surged forward, dragging Asami's lips into a blazing kiss. She pinned Asami to the nearest floor mat, and a shudder shot through her as their bodies slid together. The heat around them was so intense that their flesh tingled wherever it touched, but Korra didn't care. Asami was already clinging to her, trying to create more contact.

A river of sweat rolled down the middle of Korra's back as she braced herself on her elbows. Her length throbbed, trapped against Asami's stomach, and she started to regret the position she had picked almost immediately. So much skin contact and a firm, slippery surface to grind on were too overwhelming. This isn't gonna work. Feeling her under me is way too much. With one last flick of her tongue against Asami's lower lip, she sat on her heels, hoping the slight distance would help.

Asami followed her. A possessive hand curled around her neck, causing fresh droplets to break out between her shoulder blades. Before she could protest, the blunt edges of Asami's teeth nipped at her chin, wordlessly urging her to sink back down. She considered it—temptation made her head swim along with the steam—but the desire to seize control won. She still hadn't made Asami scream for her, and this was one of her last chances.

Korra rose onto her knees, leaving Asami sprawled on her back and surveying the beautiful landscape of her body. Every inch of Asami's skin gleamed. Shimmering pools filled each shallow dip, and she breathed heavily, breasts rising and falling. "You didn't have to leave..."

The note of need in Asami's voice was too much for Korra to bear. Skipping straight to the main event could work out in her favor, or it could backfire spectacularly. She hoped Asami's impatience was a good sign, because she didn't feel much like waiting, and she wasn't sure how long they could actually touch each other without overheating. "Not leaving," she grunted, grasping the backs of Asami's calves and hitching them up. The new angle left Asami open and exposed, revealing the swollen bud of her clit. "Just figuring out how I want to get started."

"I thought you had plans?"Asami teased.

Korra narrowed her eyes in determination. "Oh, I do." She kept hold of Asami's calves, pulling them up and apart as she aligned their pelvises. "And you're gonna love 'em."

She won her first victory when Asami's hips lifted toward hers. The heat sliding along the underside of her shaft felt like liquid fire, but she was prepared. Asami moaned while she managed to keep quiet through sheer force of will. She rocked her hips forward, repeating the gliding movement until Asami's eyes fluttered shut. "Korra," she murmured, head rolling away.

Korra grinned. She knew why Asami's voice had dropped. At temperatures this intense, just exhaling was an effort that could leave your mouth feeling raw. But that didn't mean she was going to stop. She changed her approach, making sure the head of her cock caught Asami's clit. That earned her more than a moan. Asami gasped, fingers clawing at the mat beneath them.

Promising herself that those nails would be raking down her back before she was finished, Korra adjusted again. She went lower, lining up with Asami's entrance. Scorching satin swallowed the tip of her shaft, and she hissed in surprise. It was the hottest, wettest, tightest thing she had ever felt, and it made her vision swim.

"Korra?" This time, her name was more of a plea than a question. It was enough to grab her attention. Asami's eyes had opened, and they were glazed over with desire. "Take me." She tilted up, and Korra fought to keep her hips from jerking as another inch sank forward. "Please." The heavy pulse pounding along her length forced her to pause, but she pushed through. She pumped into the sweltering heat, burying herself all the way.

It was blissful agony. So good it was close to painful. Asami's muscles burned as they sealed her in, but she couldn't bear to pull out. She remained where she was, sweat pouring off her in sheets, praying that Asami felt the same desperation. Otherwise, she didn't stand a chance.

But she couldn't stay still forever. Asami started shifting beneath her and she realized she had to move. Gathering her strength was difficult, but she gave a testing jog of her hips, and the sob she tore from Asami when she did made everything worth it. That's what I'm looking for. Now I just need to make you shout a little bit louder.

She tried a few different rhythms, experimenting until she found the right depth and pace. Asami usually liked it fast, but this time, slow and steady thrusts drew out the best sounds. Anything more, and Korra would have been afraid of overwhelming her. Asami's thighs seared where they pressed into her sides, but she held on, keeping them tucked beneath her arms. Nothing in the world would have made her give up her hold.

The hazy puffs of steam and the rattling of the stove became a blur. She focused completely on Asami, on making her fall to pieces. The noises she made were mostly stifled, but the expression of rapture that crossed Asami's glistening face told Korra that she was doing something right. She sped up her strokes, shortening them until Asami's hands shot up and seized her arms. The grip was blistering, but she didn't mind. It was another sign that Asami was close to coming. "Go ahead," she said, trying to ignore the blazing heat clenching her cock. "Don't wait for me. Relax and let it happen."

She knew the moment she succeeded. Asami stiffened, and a long, low wail escaped her lips. It wasn't the loud scream Korra had been hoping for, but she decided to go with it. She went with what she knew always worked, hitting the tender place that always made Asami come undone. She was rewarded when Asami's inner walls went wild around her. They fluttered and squeezed, and soon, she was the one struggling not to make a sound.

Fuck. She's the one who's supposed to be shouting, not me. Korra tried to pull back, but her traitorous body wouldn't let her, and Asami refused to give her up. She didn't have the willpower to pull out anyway, not even when waves of molten heat washed out around the base of her cock. They splashed against her thighs, scalding wherever they ran. She was locked in for the duration, but that didn't mean she was going to give up.

Korra hauled Asami's knees higher, fitting them over her shoulders. The new angle helped her slide even further in, and both of them groaned when she bottomed out. Asami let go of her shoulders, winding both arms around her torso instead. Sharp lines of fire clawed down Korra's back, and she grinned in triumph. She would be heading back to Republic City with scratch marks after all.

As soon as Asami's muscles loosened enough, she began moving again. Her shaft ached with fullness, but she was determined to finish what she had started. Asami was still pulsing around her, and she knew it wouldn't take much to send her flying again. "I know... you're not... finished," she panted, driving as deep as she could. "Let go. I want everything you've got."

For a split second, Asami froze beneath her. Then she started shuddering, and her mouth fell open. "Korra!"

Korra beamed with pride as the scream she had worked so hard for finally burst free, filling the entire room. Asami shouted to the ceiling, completely lost in pleasure. Her inner walls bore down, clutching tighter than Korra could stand. The contractions made her rhythm falter, and the rush of heat pushing out around her cock had her trembling with need. She tried to ride through the rest of Asami's release, but there was no helping it. Hearing Asami's voice break on her name sent her hurtling over the edge.

Her hips snapped, and a powerful ripple coursed the length of her shaft. She spilled over, helpless to prevent Asami's release from pulling out her own. Instinctively, she latched onto Asami's shoulder. Sweat and salt hit her tongue, and she sank her teeth in, sucking hard to stifle her own screams. The bite drew an even bigger flood from both of them. Korra kept pumping as best she could, although she stopped and shivered when the spurts became too intense. At last, she had nothing left to give. She emptied herself with a few more thrusts, making sure to stay deep inside for the last of Asami's aftershocks.

"I... that was... oh, Korra..." Asami breathed, gazing up at her with dreamy eyes. Her entire body relaxed, and Korra smirked.

"You look like you're about to melt into the floor. You okay?"

Asami groaned, pushing lightly at her shoulders. "Actually, I need you to get off. My skin's burning like crazy."

Korra's eyes widened. She summoned what was left of her strength and scrambled backwards, forehead wrinkled in concern. Asami's pale skin had taken on a lacy purple pattern, and she was shaking a little too hard. "Hold on." Korra stifled the fire, and the clouds of steam above the stove parted. The room was strangely silent without the rattling noise, but it was instantly cooler. She drew the rest of the water from the abandoned kettle, chilling it before bending the streams over Asami's damp chest and arms. "There. Any better?"

Asami sighed with relief. "Yes, much. Thank you."

"We should get out of here," Korra said, glancing toward the door. "The skin thing is normal after a steam bath, but I don't want you passing out."

"I thought I was about to," Asami confessed. "But it had nothing to do with the heat, and everything to do with you."

Korra's heart swelled. She helped Asami onto her knees, guiding her gently toward the door. "You don't have to flatter me. That scream said it all. I don't even care if anyone heard you."

Crawling back into the changing room was a relief. Cold air enveloped Korra's skin, and she closed her eyes, stretching her arms out. The abrupt change in temperature had her heart pounding, but it was actually rather pleasant. She held perfectly still until Asami's hand touched her shoulder. "Um, Korra?"

"Mmm?"

"I hope you meant it when you said you didn't care if anyone heard us..."

That got her attention. Her eyes popped open, and she recoiled in horror. Two slumping figures stood on the other side of the changing room, wearing identical blue bathrobes and the usual blank expressions. Korra froze, unsure whether to curl in on herself or grope for her own robe. "Ugh! Desna? Eska? What are you doing here?"

Desna politely averted his eyes, but Eska just rolled hers. "Preparing to take a steam bath. What else?"

"We were going to join you," Desna added, "until we realized what you were doing."

"Join us?" Asami repeated. She removed their robes from the hooks, and Korra grabbed hers as soon as it hit her face. "Isn't that inappropriate?"

Eska wasn't impressed. "Isn't having loud sex in a public place inappropriate?"

"Steam baths are a social thing for the Water Tribe," Korra explained. She positioned herself protectively in front of Asami, trying to preserve as much of her lover's modesty as possible without sacrificing her own. Her face burned hotter than it had in the bath, and she held her wrinkled robe against her body, using it as a makeshift cover. "But waiting out here after they heard us instead of leaving like normal people was definitely inappropriate."

"We couldn't leave," Desna said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Eska nodded. "Otherwise, we wouldn't have known which mat you used. Unless you're prepared to go back in there with a scrub brush..."

Korra sputtered, but Asami didn't react to the comment. "Fine." She closed her robe, knotting the belt calmly around her midsection. "If you still want a turn, you might want to avoid the middle of the room."

"It's all right," Desna said. "The mats flip over."

Eska wasn't quite so dismissive. Her gaze lingered longer than necessary, and Korra scowled, prickling under the scrutinizing stare. "What are you looking at?"

"It's amusing," Eska said, although her face read anything but amusement. "Judging from the sounds we heard the other night, I assumed you were the receptive partner."

Korra suddenly realized what had caught Eska's attention. She frantically tried to adjust the bunched fabric over her lap, but it didn't do much good. The shaft of the toy was still noticeable. "I'm not a bottom," she growled, whipping around to face the wall and shoving her arms angrily through the robe's open sleeves. "Well, I mean, sometimes I... ugh, just shut up and leave! My sex life is none of your business."

"Then maybe you should stop making it our business," Eska said.

Asami's lips pressed into a thin line. "And maybe you should go out in the hall while Korra and I clean up?"

"At last, a sensible suggestion." She turned, aiming a glance at her brother. "Come, Desna. I think this has been sufficiently awkward for all four of us."

Korra didn't turn around again until the outer door had opened and shut. She sank down onto the nearest bench, folding her arms angrily over her chest. "I need to put bells on them or something," she muttered. "They're so damn quiet I never know when they're going to show up."

Asami took the empty space next to her. "There's still time to snowbomb them before we leave."

Korra sighed, unsure what to say. Desna and Eska's interruption had put a real damper on her mood, and her gut churned with embarrassment.

"I'm actually proud of you," Asami said, resting a warm cheek on her shoulder and curling up against her side.

"Huh?" Korra's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "Why?"

"Instead of flinching away like a spooked sugar glider, you stood right in front of me and told your cousins to 'shut up and leave', because our sex life is 'none of their business'. I'm not sure I would have expected that a few days ago."

"I did, didn't I?" Korra said, feeling slightly more cheerful. Asami's affection and praise made the situation seem bearable after all. "You know I've never been embarrassed of our relationship, right? Not that I want to put on a show for Desna and Eska, but..."

"I know," Asami laughed. "But it was still sweet."

Soft lips grazed her cheek, and even though most of the steam had gone, a wave of tingling warmth washed over Korra's skin. "I guess holding your hand in public doesn't seem so scary after getting caught completely naked." She smiled, confident enough to stand. "C'mon. I don't want the creepy cousins taking their turn until we've cleaned up."