Challenge Three: Cultural Education

Asami looked up from the hood of her satomobile when her butler cleared his throat from the garages entry way. She brushed some hair from her face and her quizzical expression turned to one of joy when she saw behind him a particular cocoa skinned woman.

"Ma'am, the Avatar, to see you."

"Thank you Walter, I can take it from here."
"As you wish, ma'am," the short man gave a curt bow before exiting the garage.

Once the butler was out of earshot the Avatar gave Asami a smug smirk as she sauntered over to Asami, "oh you can take it from here, huh?"

What a cocky little shit. A month in the spirit realm together and Korra had quickly become pretty confident in her advances toward Asami. Asami couldn't hold back a laugh and her smile only seemed to grow wider as she met Korra halfway, slipping her arms around her neck. "Oh yes, I do believe I took plenty of care of you this past month." She tilted Korras face toward hers and planted her lips gently to Korras. Korra leaned up for more pressure from the kiss. Asami couldn't help but smile at her little, but mighty, Avatar trying to fight the urge to pull Asami down, or to go on her tip toes to deepen the kiss. In the end Korra needed to do neither. Asami took hold of the back of Korras head and pressed her lips firmer to the Avatars, spreading them with her own and inserting her tongue.

Korra might be all confidence at times. But Asami knew better. She knew they were much more compatible than that. There was give and take. Always the giving and taking of pleasures, of control. A want and a need that balanced out to…well to put bluntly. Some of the most intense sexual experiences between the two young lovers. Better than what Asami could have imagined to receive or give to any partner.

Though being with anyone after what she had shared with Korra seemed like an impossibility. It was more probable that she'd invent a switch to control the sun, turning it on and off at will, than to ever feel any lips other than Korras. Korra. Who moaned into the kiss and melted when Asami pressed her up against the side of the satomobile. But this wasn't meant to be the point of Korras visit today. Reigning in her lust and desire before things got too carried away Asami pulled out of the kiss and rested her forehead to Korras. She ran her hands to Korras shoulders and down her arms. Giving them a gentle rub. "Do you remember?"

Korra took in a breath, trying to regain better composure. "Oh, yeah I do. I also remember taking care of you." Korras arms slid up and down Asamis back as she spoke.

Asami playfully narrowed her eyes, "we took care of each other. Draw?"

Korra gave a one shouldered shrug, "sounds like a fair compromise."

Asami nodded, "good, now. For today's agenda." Asami went back to the hood of the car. She double checked the connections she had inserted today before slamming the hood down and grinning at Korra. "We are going to go shopping. We're going to dress in some of the best Republic City fashion and hit the town. Seeing that I'll be visiting the south pole to be introduced to your parents as your girlfriend soon. And that I'd be getting the wondrous experience of your wintery homeland."

"Not to mention going through the right of passage." Korra interjected.
"That too," Asami acknowledged, "I decided. To take you on my own cultural experience."

Korra titled her head curiously. "Shopping?"

"And clubbing."

"Clubbing? Like dance parties at bars… or something?"

What a cute summary, Asami couldn't help but think. "Oh, no it is much more than that. It's something many youths of the city do. When they come of an age to be able to purchase drinks. All the newest music is played and the dancing is very, very close."

"Very close," Korras eyes lit up, "oh," she pulled Asami into her and dragged her lips across the base of Asamis throat, "I think I can handle that."

Asami laughed and pulled back, "now Korra. There'll be time for that later." She tried her best to glare playfully at Korra.

"So, we're playing make over first?"

"Yup, the car is ready to go. Come on." Asami pulled Korra away from the satomobile door before opening it for the avatar to get in.

"I'm not driving?" Korra teased.
Asami gave her a look before shutting the door. She moved around to the driver's side of the satomobile and climbed in. Shutting the door she glanced over at Korra. "Darling, as much as your driving has improved I think I will be handling the driving for today."

Korra laughed and leaned back in the car with her arms crossed, she changed her expression to a pout looking away and huffing out a, "fine."

Shaking her head at the Avatars antics Asami reversed out of the garage. Heading around the grounds to the front of the mansion, down the driveway and out of the property toward the city.

Tonight will be fun.

Fun was an understatement. Asami lavished her girlfriend in gifts. And Korra was amazed by how much joy she gained too. Especially when it came to picking Asamis outfit. So many of the clothes looked so damn good on her. Sometimes too good. And Korra would jibe that she wouldn't be able to contain herself if Asami were to wear them out.

After a while they settled on a deep green dress. It clung to her curves and had a black belt at her waist. It had a silver buckle that matched the clasps on her black boots and the metal necklace around her neck. The dress cut off on an angle. It clung a little to her thighs and tapered off into a wavy cut. She was, as usual, stunning. She decided to wear her hair loose. Saying how it'd be more fitting to the clubs they were heading to.

Then it was Korras turn. They entered a new store for this. "I think this place has some new pants that I'd like to see you in."

"Oh, really?" Korra teased.

"Yes." Asami took Korra to the counter where a man looked up from his work to beam at Asami.

"Oh, , a pleasure to see you. I have your order in."

"You ordered something in?" Korra asked as soon as the clerk left to get the order.

Asami flicked her hair and avoided eye contact, "well, yes. They didn't have your color."
Korra smirked as the clerk came back and placed a box on the bench.

"Well, let's go try them on!" Asami took the box and they excitedly made their way to the change rooms. "I'll look for some shirts to try while you change."
"Okay." Korra entered the room and opened the gift. It held a pair of pants that were a deep navy blue. They were made from leather instead of the usual canvas or cotton. And etched into the thick material was interlinking symbols of her tribe. Korra couldn't help but grin. They were beautiful. She marvelled a moment more before stripping her boots and water tribe pants for the much tighter leather.

"How is it?" Asami arrived just as Korra had fastened the new pants. She took a moment to admire how they hugged her legs before opening the curtain to show Asami. She even did a slow spin. As Asami had done for her many times that afternoon.

"I dunno, you tell me?" Korra came back around and gave Asami a look. "Uhh, hello, Asami?"

"Oh, right!" Asami closed her mouth and bought her ogling eyes to Korras blue ones. Blue eyes which were observing her amusedly.

"I think maybe you like these pants more than I do Sato."

"Well I..uh-wait. You like them?"
Korra smiled and put her hand on her hips. "Definitely. I have no idea how you got the size so right though!"

"Precise estimate."

"Luck."
"Precise estimate sounds so much better." Asami held out a shirt. "Try this on."

Korra took the shirt and hid behind the curtains again. Taking off her normal tank she replaced it with a different one. Unlike her usual garb this shirt had a lower cut. There was black lace untied across the deep opening. Korra tucked the shirt in before heading out to Asami. "You can't help but show off my guns, can you Sato?"

Korra flexed her arms as she exited and Asami stepped closer, reaching out and stroking one of the biceps. "It just wouldn't be 'Korra' enough if they were hidden."

"What're those?"

"Oh," Asami held up a black pair of black boots, "boots. They'll suit your outfit better than the water tribe furs."

Korra nodded her head taking the boots. She placed them on as well as a black belt that Asami passed to her.

"And for a finishing touch." Asami slid two silver bangles onto one of Korras right arm. "Just so we can match a little." Asami smiled.

They finished their shopping then and made their way to the counter to pay. "Ooh, what about these?" Korra held up some dark blue wraps. "They'd match the pants."

Asami giggled, "sure."

Out of the store Korra and Asami got into the Satomobile and made their way through the city. It was late afternoon now and Korra sat preoccupied with wrapping her upper arms with the wraps she had bought. After securing them at last she had a look around as they turned down a narrow street. "Are we here?"

"Yes." Asami parked and they left the satomobile and Asami took Korras hand. "Okay, so I have a game for us to play today. You see this place is a place that I used to sneak into as a kid."

"Really?"

Asami laughed as they walked down the street. "Yes, I was not of age to drink. But I forged my own ID and got away with it for months with visiting this place. That was until the manager recognised who I was. He threw a fit when he realised Hiroshi Satos little girl was in his club. He ordered me out and banned me until I was of age."

"Oh wow." Korra laughed at the retelling. "You rebel Sato."

"I have my moments," Asami gave a coy look as she shrug then continued, "and so tonight's game will be to avoid the manager. He and the security casually stroll through the club from time to time. Making sure that the patrons have valid ID. You know, double checking and such" Asami explained when they came to a stop before a building. It looked very ordinary. Korra couldn't help but notice.

"Okay…so it's like playing hide and seek?"

"Uh-huh."
Korra thought for a moment, "okay, I'm in!"

"Awesome babe, we're here."

"This dingy place?"
Asami took Korras hand and guided her down the side of the building. Korra saw a sign pointing down and it read 'Hanran's Club Quicksilver' She gave Korra a look as she led her down a staircase, "don't let appearances fool you."

"Well, 'Club Quicksilver' I see why you went for having us wear silver tonight instead of the gold bands you usually like so much."

They could hear the music even as they began to descend. It was jazzy and loud. When they came to the bottom of the stairwell Korra saw that it was dimly lit. The main focus of lights were on the dancefloor. The lights were strung along the roof connected by wires that were wrapped in silver. Silver art pieces hung here and there on the ceiling, shining in the lights. Asami led Korra toward the bar first. "May as well start with a drink. They have a combination of Cherry-berry lemonade and fire whisky here. It's a good combination."

"I'll take your word for it."

They ordered their drinks quickly and before the bar tender could get a good long look at either of them they skirted around the dancefloor finding a quiet dark place to drink. Korra watched the dancing. And it was indeed different to any formal dance she had seen. Made her think of some of the dances they did at the tribes. She looked at Asami who gave her a smile before taking a drink.

Then she realised. Asami probably thought that the poor sheltered Avatar wouldn't know much about this dancing. Korra smirked at this taking a drink. Now that's just prejudice.

"Korra!" Asami took hold of Korras arm and yanked her toward the dance floor. Korra barely had time to put her drink down before they joined the throng of people.

"Whoa! What is it?"

"The manager. I just spotted him."

"Oh," Korra chuckled as she put her arms around Asamis waist. "Sorry. I almost forgot about the game." Korra began rolling her hips in time with the music as she pulled Asami closer. She noticed Asamis blush and grinned, "is this the part where we participate in 'close dancing' now?"

Asami rested a hand on Korras shoulder and slipped the other to her waist, "yes."

They slip into rhythm with the music. Korras lips graced Asamis neck and she smiled when Asami began to take the lead. Weaving them through the crowd. The dancing was less structured than the dances that Asami was leading them through. But that was Asami for you, she was graceful, she was perfect in everything she put herself to. Korra then took charge as the song changed to something of a quicker pace controlling the dance through their hips she didn't care who saw them in this moment. Asamis breath was warm on her cheek and Korras heart was racing as Asami hung her arms over her shoulders and let her take control. Korra took Asami into a low dip and Asami laughed as she stretched out. Her eyes locked on to the manager again and as Korra pulled her up she cast a look over her shoulder and noticed the manager giving her a momentarily quizzical look.

She then took hold of Korras arm and dragged her though the crowd, "c'mon, we've been spotted!"

They dashed through the crowd and Korra felt Asamis hand warm in hers as she dragged her to some stairs. She could hear someone yell out to them as they headed up to a restricted area.

"Quick!" They tried the first door they found. And it was locked. Korra could hear the footsteps on the stairs. She focused on the metal in the lock. And with a feint twist of her wrist she angled it open.

They both fell into the room and shut the door behind them. Another moment of concentration on Korras part and the door clicked lock again. She laughed and Asami put her hand over her mouth trying to subdue her own laughter as well. "Shh, shh," she put a finger to her lips and they both looked anxiously at the door.

They hear someone stop at the door and jangle it for a moment. "Locked, sir!"

"Well keep looking…they had to have come this way…whoever they were I'm gonna rip them a new one when I catch 'em. Then leave what's left for chief Beifong. Damn kids playing around!"

"Yes sir!"

They then heard the footsteps leave and Korra began to laugh again. Her laughter was stopped again when she felt Asami pressed her against the door and kiss her neck sensually. Korra practically cooed when Asami took some of the flesh in her mouth pressing her mouth firmer on the cocoa skin. She held Asami closer to her and her mouth took the luxurious path down Korras neck. Pulling in the hot skin and tasting her warmth and sweat that had built up. It gave her flesh a salty tang and filled Asami with desire. While Korra was distracted by the lips, tongue and occasional teeth at her neck she didn't notice the hand that travelled to her pants until she felt her button be undone. She gasped when Asami started to suck on her neck with more enthusiasm and the zip was pulled down. Asamis hand slipped into Korras pants and Korra couldn't hope but moan at the sensation.

At this Asami bought her lips to Korras shushing her between kisses, "you need to stay quiet, otherwise we'll be found."

This both mortified and excited Korra in nearly equal amounts. She kissed Asami feverously as she ran her hands through the wavy black hair of her lover. Trying to keep quiet her breath came out ragged as Asami began to stroke her gently. She couldn't help her hips rocking as they had earlier. Only now there was a more instinctive desire driving the movement. Craving those slender fingers caress. Asami smiled into the kisses her own breathing also becoming more heated. She pressed her lips to Korras with a firmness feeling them wet and hot and wanting on her own.

Korra became progressively slicker and soon the rocking of her hips became more desperate. "'Sami!"

"Shhh, it's okay," knowing what her girlfriend most desired Asami buried two digits into Korras hot centre. They slipped in with ease and Korra sighed with relief as she rested her head back on the door. Asamis lips travelled along Korras jaw to her ear which she kissed gently. Her fingers moved with a slow momentum and Korra felt her knees go a little weak. Soon her arms were held firm and strong around Asami as the pace was picked up. Korra couldn't help it. She began to whimper at the effort that it took to not moan out loud. Asami joined their lips again as she began to rub and curl her fingers into Korras g-spot. The whimpering soon subsided and the kisses grew stronger as Korra felt her climax rising.

"C-close, oh, Asami." Korra tried her best to keep her voice quiet, a husky whisper being delivering the words to Asamis ears. Asami smiled as Korra pulled back and rested her forehead to Korras looking into her hazy eyes. They shared breath and Korras hips thrust against Asamis fingers.

Asamis smile turned into a wicked smile as she bought her lips to Korras ear whispering dangerously to her, "just be sure to stay quiet, love." She jerked her fingers against Korras hot tight wall making a come hither motion. Korras reaction was immediate she shuddered against Asamis hold and to stop her cry of pleasure she bought her teeth down onto Asamis neck causing her to gasp wonderfully. A throaty growl vibrated through her and against Asamis neck as waves of satisfied fulfilment rolled over her body. As her orgasm calmed down she released Asamis neck and gently began to suck and lick the mark in apology. Asami moved her fingers from Korra and leant into the kisses that were being lavished upon her neck and jaw. As the excitement died down they held each other as their breathing slowed down.

"Well, that's new." Korra chuckled.

Asami giggled in response and gave a chaste kiss. "Probably best that we don't make this too regular of an event."

Korra fixed her pants and took a deep breath that she let out in a huff, "I think that may be wise…" she blushed deeply as she looked away, "I'm surprised I was able to stay that quiet."

Asami gave Korra a look, "oh I'm surprised too. You're usually pretty loud," she said nonchalantly, "so I was worried a moment or two there."

"Hey! You're just as bad!" Korra switched their positions and pinned Asami to the door. Asami blushed and Korra kissed the place where she had bitten Asami earlier, "should we ditch the club and get back home so I can make you scream?"

Asami shivered in anticipation and ran her hands over Korras firm arms. "Oh, definitely."

With this Asami and Korra snuck their way out of the club. Sexually driven with desire and a purpose to be home Asami drove the satomobile with a near recklessness that had Korra chuckling at her urgency.

They arrived home, and to their room in what seemed to be record time.

They spent their night in the room where Korra kept her promise and soon had Asami calling out her name and in adoration.