Korra scratched at the fabric under her arm.

"Stop that," Lin said, smacking her hand away.

"But it's really itchy!" Korra protested.

"This is a high society function and you cannot go around scratching yourself," Lin said.

"Fine," Korra pouted.

Korra took the opportunity to scratch her itch whenever Lin had her back turned, making a face at the former Chief's back. When Lin turned back, however, the Avatar was the perfect picture of neutrality.

O-o

"Dance with me," Korra said awhile later, extending her hand to Lin.

Lin smiled, accepting Korra's hand.

"Oh no," Lin said a second later, grinning. "I'm leading."

"No, I am," Korra protested.

So they battled over who was leading for a few more minutes, before Korra sighed, giving up. Lin smirked, and Korra pouted. Soon, however, the matter dropped.

The song changed, becoming slower. Korra placed her head on Lin's shoulder, ignoring the looks she was receiving.

She sighed contentedly, closing her eyes, "This is really nice."

Lin rested her head on Korra's, also ignoring the looks.

"You know why I'm itchy?" Korra asked in a perfectly conversational voice.

"Why?" Lin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Asami took me shopping," Korra continued.

"I gathered that, when you grumbled about going, before coming home and collapsing on the couch, whining about how much you hate shopping. The couch, might I add, has not been the same since," Lin said, picturing the sagging arm of the couch. She assumed the dress was the cause of Korra's discomfort.

"But you didn't see everything I got," Korra said.

"You only had two bags," Lin said. "One for the dress, and one for the shoes."

"I got the shoes and the dress in the same place," Korra explained.

Lin raised her eyebrows, silently telling Korra to continue.

"I got something I think you'll like," Korra said with a smirk.

Lin hoped Korra couldn't hear the increase in her heart rate. She tried to remain neutral, "Oh?"

Korra nodded, "It's this lacy bra."

Lin had never seen Korra in a bra; the Avatar preferred to use the bindings popular in the Southern Water Tribe.

"That sounds… nice," Lin managed.

"It's blue," Korra said.

The mental image Lin was contending with meant she could not formulate a reply.

"But it's so itchy," Korra continued. "That's why I didn't wear the matching underwear."

"You didn't?" Lin asked, her voice higher than she would've liked.

"No. I didn't wear anything," the last word was a breath in Lin's ear.

Though Lin's face was carefully neutral (a talent she had perfected in her years as police chief), Korra could tell that her mission was accomplished. So she skipped off to dance with Tenzin, leaving Lin to fester.

"Oh, no, you don't," Lin growled.

"Excuse me, Tenzin, but could I steal Korra? I need to… ah… go over something with her; Avatar to Police Chief."

"Of course, Lin," Tenzin said genially, stepping back.

"Oh? What would this something be, Lin?" Korra grinned.

Lin did not reply; she simply led her to an out-of-the-way closet and closed the door.

A moment later Lin groaned. Korra smirked into her neck.

"Did you think I was lying?"

"When we get home…"

Lin and Korra left as quickly as was polite.

"You know," Lin mused an hour later, hands crossed behind her back, "I'm not normally a fan of lace. But that…"

"You aren't?" Korra asked, kissing her jaw. "Why's that?"

"Unpleasant memories of my grandparents' house. My mother would take me, once a year, and I'd have to wear high society clothes." She said this like it was a foul word. Wrinkling her nose, she continued, "And shoes."

"You didn't like wearing shoes?" Korra grinned.

"What earthbending child does?"

"I did."

"You lived in the South Pole. Of course you had to wear shoes."

"Guess so," Korra said.

"You know… we left that party a little early," Korra mused a moment later. "Any reason for that?"

Lin didn't blush, like Korra was hoping. Instead, she smirked, "My girlfriend is pretty needy. Can't go three and a half hours without sex."

"Oh?" Korra asked. "It was your girlfriend that wanted to leave?"

"I'd say she was pretty eager, judging by her performance in the satomobile on the way home," Lin said.

"And it had nothing to do with the fact that you wanted to see her in lace underwear."

"Underwear implies she was wearing bottoms. I assure you, she was not."

"And… how did that make you feel?"

"Hmmm…. Well, I was worried that somebody would notice how wet she was through her dress."

"Well… what if she were to tell you that she never wears underwear when she meets with the council?"

Lin's mouth felt very dry, "I suppose I'd tell her that I plan on seeing whether or not she was telling the truth, tomorrow after the council meeting. On my desk."

"On your desk?" Korra quoted with a grin. "Oh, my, Chief Beifong; how very kinky of you!"

"Yes. And I'd also tell her that I want her to wear that lace bra again."

"She'd probably respond, 'when I said I don't wear underwear when I meet with the council, I meant I don't wear underwear when I meet with the council."

"At all?" Lin choked out.

"Not a scrap," Korra confirmed.

Lin found that, again, Korra was telling the truth.