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“Asami.”
Asami’s attention is focused on the newspaper in front of her face. She neglects to spare Korra a single glance. “What is it?”
“Asamiii.”
She lowers down the paper to look over at her annoying Avatar girlfriend, who is sitting at the other end of the couch. “What?”
“I need a massage,” Korra whines. “A scalp massage.”
“Why?”
“My head hurts.” Korra reaches out to push down Asami’s newspaper from view. “Only you can help me. Only you can relieve me of this pain.”
Asami raises an eyebrow and allows herself a small chuckle. “Why only me?”
“You know how much I love it when you use your hands.” Korra scoots closer towards Asami, nuzzling against her side. “You always know where and how to touch me, and I feel so relaxed afterwards.”
Intrigued, Asami folds her newspaper and lays it on the coffee table. She runs her fingers through Korra’s hair. “I thought you just wanted a massage…”
“I do. A scalp massage,” Korra tries to say with a straight face, failing when her lips crack into a small smile.
“Okay, fine.” Asami quickly ruffles Korra’s hair. “Turn your back towards me.”
Korra shakes her head. “I want to look at you.”
“So… You’re going to be facing me while I massage your scalp?”
“That’s right.” Korra moves to sit cross-legged in front of Asami. “Looking at your beautiful face will help relieve some of the pain.”
Asami smiles earnestly at the goofy comment. “Okay. Say no more. I’ll massage your damn scalp.”
Before Asami can reach for Korra’s head, Korra grabs both of her hands and guides them the sides of her face, sliding them up slowly towards her hairline. She then slides her own hands along Asami’s bare arms.
Asami applies pressure on Korra’s scalp with the pads of her thumbs, dragging them slowly across towards the back of her head. Korra hums in approval and rests her hands in the crooks of Asami’s elbows.
They sit like this for a while. Asami is just massaging Korra quietly while Korra purrs contentedly because of the relaxing ministrations.
But eventually those purrs give way to sighs.
And those sighs suddenly turn into moans.
Strangely loud, sexual moans.
Asami rests her palms flat on Korra’s head, moving them down to Korra’s cheeks to squish her face together. “Korra.”
“Hey, why’d you stop?”
“What the hell are you doing?”
Korra smirks at Asami, staring at her with half-lidded eyes. “Nothing.”
“If you wanted me to fuck you, why didn’t you just ask like a normal person?”
Korra pulls Asami down to settle on top of her. “Because this way is a lot more fun.”
Asami starts to yank off Korra’s clothing, biting and nipping at the dark flesh as soon as it’s exposed. “I hope this will take care of your headache.”
“It will,” Korra gasped. “In fact, I think it’s already working.”