Shifting Gears (3/?)
anonymous
May 4 2012, 09:50:50 UTC
"I don't really know much about bending," Asami shrugs, "but there's something else I can suggest. Have you ever had sex?"
Korra stares at her, letting the words register for a moment, then chokes on air and starts coughing into the steering wheel. When she can breathe again, her voice is weak and tiny when she asks, "Why is that important?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, was that rude of me? I don't really know the rules about asking the Avatar about their sex life, I didn't mean to--" Asami starts apologizing, leaning away on the seat, and Korra frowns.
"There aren't any rules about it, and I've had sex before, it's just-- I don't understand why that's important right now," Korra splutters, before adding, "We're talking about driving a car," as if Asami has completely forgotten the purpose of them being in this car together in the first place.
"Yes we are," Asami agrees, smiling again, "and you were talking about explaining it through bending. I'm not a bender, so I can't compare it that way, but I have had sex, and it's a similar sort of thing."
"How is it similar?!" Korra squawks, her face burning as her embarrassment rises.
Asami moves forward, climbing over the lever between them, and it takes a second before Korra realizes she's climbing right into her lap.
"Uh," Korra says, past the point of coherent thought. She hasn't unlocked the Avatar State yet or spoken to any of her past lives, but she has a feeling none of them would have any experience with this sort of situation, either, and that makes her feel a little bit better.
"Driving is a lot like sex," Asami whispers against her ear, voice suddenly several shades rougher than it was a second ago, and her hands slowly reaching down and settling over Korra's hips. Asami's hair is brushing against her face and her neck while her thumbs trace soft circles over Korra's skin through the material of her shirt, and Korra feels a familiar heat stirring in her belly. "You begin by going slow," Asami continues, "in a low gear, just rolling forward and getting the movement started."
Her hands are shifting now, her left squeezing at the skin and muscle of Korra's waist while the other slides up her side. She's going slow and deliberate, letting Korra know what she's going to do but giving her plenty of time to push her away and stop her, but Korra doesn't move, letting Asami touch her however she wants. Her hand reaches Korra's chest, and even through her shirt and her wrap, she can feel her nipples harden as Asami kneads her breast with just the right amount of pressure.
"The left pedal," Asami is saying, and Korra's barely hearing her over the sound of her own heavy panting and the buzz of growing pleasure making her head swim, but she tries her best to listen as Asami continues, "engages the gear," while slipping her left hand beneath the waistband of Korra's pants. Korra grabs her by the wrist then, and Asami stops. The only sound is Korra's breathing and the only movement between them is the quick rise and fall of her chest, and she's not even sure why she's hesitating now. She waits a moment more before loosening her grip, and Asami continues like she hadn't been stopped at all.
Korra lets out a whine when Asami touches her where she's already wet and hot through the last layer of clothing between them, and her thighs squirm beneath Asami, making her bounce a bit. "Then, when you're ready, you start going a little bit faster," Asami is murmuring right against her ear, and she's only just teasing, her touches light and playful, enough to make Korra's vision fade to white at the edges, but she doesn't push any further than that.
"Eventually, you'll have to switch into neutral," she says, and the hand playing gently over Korra's clit stops moving, and the fingers massaging their way around her breast have stilled.
Korra just breathes in and out heavily for a few moments, staring up at the roof of the car above them, before asking, "What happens in neutral?"
Korra stares at her, letting the words register for a moment, then chokes on air and starts coughing into the steering wheel. When she can breathe again, her voice is weak and tiny when she asks, "Why is that important?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, was that rude of me? I don't really know the rules about asking the Avatar about their sex life, I didn't mean to--" Asami starts apologizing, leaning away on the seat, and Korra frowns.
"There aren't any rules about it, and I've had sex before, it's just-- I don't understand why that's important right now," Korra splutters, before adding, "We're talking about driving a car," as if Asami has completely forgotten the purpose of them being in this car together in the first place.
"Yes we are," Asami agrees, smiling again, "and you were talking about explaining it through bending. I'm not a bender, so I can't compare it that way, but I have had sex, and it's a similar sort of thing."
"How is it similar?!" Korra squawks, her face burning as her embarrassment rises.
Asami moves forward, climbing over the lever between them, and it takes a second before Korra realizes she's climbing right into her lap.
"Uh," Korra says, past the point of coherent thought. She hasn't unlocked the Avatar State yet or spoken to any of her past lives, but she has a feeling none of them would have any experience with this sort of situation, either, and that makes her feel a little bit better.
"Driving is a lot like sex," Asami whispers against her ear, voice suddenly several shades rougher than it was a second ago, and her hands slowly reaching down and settling over Korra's hips. Asami's hair is brushing against her face and her neck while her thumbs trace soft circles over Korra's skin through the material of her shirt, and Korra feels a familiar heat stirring in her belly. "You begin by going slow," Asami continues, "in a low gear, just rolling forward and getting the movement started."
Her hands are shifting now, her left squeezing at the skin and muscle of Korra's waist while the other slides up her side. She's going slow and deliberate, letting Korra know what she's going to do but giving her plenty of time to push her away and stop her, but Korra doesn't move, letting Asami touch her however she wants. Her hand reaches Korra's chest, and even through her shirt and her wrap, she can feel her nipples harden as Asami kneads her breast with just the right amount of pressure.
"The left pedal," Asami is saying, and Korra's barely hearing her over the sound of her own heavy panting and the buzz of growing pleasure making her head swim, but she tries her best to listen as Asami continues, "engages the gear," while slipping her left hand beneath the waistband of Korra's pants. Korra grabs her by the wrist then, and Asami stops. The only sound is Korra's breathing and the only movement between them is the quick rise and fall of her chest, and she's not even sure why she's hesitating now. She waits a moment more before loosening her grip, and Asami continues like she hadn't been stopped at all.
Korra lets out a whine when Asami touches her where she's already wet and hot through the last layer of clothing between them, and her thighs squirm beneath Asami, making her bounce a bit. "Then, when you're ready, you start going a little bit faster," Asami is murmuring right against her ear, and she's only just teasing, her touches light and playful, enough to make Korra's vision fade to white at the edges, but she doesn't push any further than that.
"Eventually, you'll have to switch into neutral," she says, and the hand playing gently over Korra's clit stops moving, and the fingers massaging their way around her breast have stilled.
Korra just breathes in and out heavily for a few moments, staring up at the roof of the car above them, before asking, "What happens in neutral?"
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