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Korra shot her mother a text when Opal hadn't yet come out of the restaurant: "Staying at Opal's tonight. Back before noon." She didn't care about a reply, there was something else at the forefront of her mind right now.
They nearly broke down the double doors of the Beifong Estate, they were so excited. Suyin was putting on her coat with Baatar Sr., who definitely weren't expecting the girls to be this exuberant.
-"Hi mom, dinner was great, have fun tonight!" Opal nearly yelled, while she and Korra raced up the stairs, leaving her parents startled.
They slammed the door of Opal's room shut, and paused for a moment to give themselves the moment to catch their breath. A slanted grin ran across Korra's mouth, and they both kicked off their shoes before Korra fell back into Opal's embrace, eagerly capturing her lips with her own again.
There was an excitement in the kisses that Korra hadn't felt before from Opal. She was nervous, just not as nervous as Korra herself. That was just one of the several dozen feelings running up and down her body, the most prominent one being the undeniable hunger she had for Opal.
Opal discarded her loose green flannel before pulling Korra close to herself again. Her tongue darted past Korra's lips again, and Korra savored every taste it brought in.
She pushed them back to the bed, but when they were nearly there, Opal turned them around, and pushed Korra on her back. The green-eyed girl climbed on top of Korra, grinding their hips together. This simple move sent a bolt of electricity through Korra, and she closed her eyes for a moment in sheer delight. It made Korra's already rapid-beating heart skip one or two, before speeding up even more.
When she opened them again, the sight in front of her seemed to be out of a dream. Opal was sitting on top of her, with a grin that would make even the most bitter man smile. Her emerald eyes were twinkling, and her slim, goddess-like body was accentuated by her tight gray shirt. The gloves are off. Literally, she already threw them away. To complete the picture, her legs were on either side of Korra's, and she started leaning down to kiss her again.
The pivoting movement ground their hips together again, and it got the first gentle moan out of Korra. Opal gently cupped her cheeks, and crooked grin appeared. "If you already start, I'd love to know what you'd be like when I start trying."
Korra just smiled and pulled her close again until their lips met once more. She rolled them over, but Opal made them roll straight on, and sat back up again. She gently pulled the zipper of Korra's hoodie down, but Korra couldn't help a nervous shiver.
Opal noticed, and immediately stopped. "Korra... If you're not ready, just say it. I won't judge you."
Korra took a deep breath. "No. I want this. I'm just... just nervous, I guess."
Slightly more on edge, Opal zipped down Korra's hoodie completely, pulled it free, and tossed it over her shoulder. Korra smiled again, and Opal leaned back down, but this time didn't kiss Korra on the lips. She instead worked her way up to Korra's ear, eliciting another moan from Korra. Feeling Opal's lips and teeth work her ear made Korra's panties soaking wet. Holy shit, this stuff should be illegal. Nobody could endure this for long.
She let her own hand slide under Opal's shirt, be it very cautious. She felt the supple feeling of the muscles move beneath the skin. Opal pulled back, and smiled. She sat up again, and pulled the tight shirt over her head in one smooth move, discarding it without any reservations. This left her in a simple grey bra, but Korra was more focused on her perfectly toned stomach. Those abs, GOD, those abs... Maybe the better word would be 'distracted'.
-"How's the view from down there?" Korra heard Opal ask, and she saw the twinkle the emerald eyes.
A smirk crept across Korra's face. "You have no idea." She pulled Opal back down, kissing her again. Opal returned it, but quickly made her way down Korra's neck. She gave her a hickey that would probably be visible for days to come, but Korra didn't care. It just felt so good. Korra felt a gentle tug at the hem of her shirt, and Opal broke away from kissing her neck, hovering a few inches from Korra's face, asking for permission with her eyes. Korra gave her a single nod, and Opal pulled the shirt up, while Korra put her arms up to give room for it to be discarded completely.
It felt strange. Even though she was technically still dressed, the intimacy made Korra feel exposed, even if there wasn't anyone on earth she felt more comfortable with.
But Opal put her at ease, who had picked up on her nerves. "You're beautiful, Korra. In every sense of the word." It gave Korra a confidence boost, and this time she took the initiative to kiss Opal on the neck. A sudden gasp escaped from the Beifong as she didn't expect such vigor from her girlfriend. Korra used her raw strength to pin Opal's arms over her head, allowing Korra the freedom to make Opal squeal as she gently bit into the skin of her neck. There's one to keep in mind.
Opal worked her arms free and gently cupped Korra's breast, making her gasp. She had only ever felt that from herself, and feeling someone else do it felt... great. There was an organic feel to the way Opal, quite literally, worked her up. She has done this before. And it is once again to your advantage.
Korra's hands trembled as she reached around to her back, and unclasped her bra. Opal looked surprised, but Korra saw such trust in those green eyes that she didn't regret it for even a moment. In one move, she was on her back, and her bra was flying through the air.
Opal looked down, smiling as Korra put herself into such a vulnerable position with her. "Perfect," was the only thing she said, before pressing a quick kiss on Korra's lips and started working her way down her neck to her chest, leaving a trail of kisses and red marks in her wake. She took on nipple between her fingers, and moved her mouth to the other one.
"Oh God..." Korra panted breathlessly as a bolt of electricity shot through her entire body, and another surge of heat came from between her legs. She pushed her hips into Opal's, desperate for release, but four layers of clothing between the two of them made it surprisingly difficult. Not that it mattered to Opal, she was too busy equally dividing her attention between Korra's nipples to notice anyway. Korra was breathing heavily as Opal sucked the now rock-hard nubs.
"Opal..." She looked up at this, smiling at the results of her work so far. She went back to press another kiss on Korra's lips before sitting upright to take off her own bra.
Opal's breasts were freakin' adorable. Petite, but Korra could see that much through her clothes. What really drew her attention was a tattoo under her left breast. It were five marks, one of which being the logo of Beifong Metal Works, and the rest were Chinese characters. Korra caught her breath long enough to say something clever. "Hmm, definitely not as innocent as I thought..."
Opal smiled and leaned down again. "You have no idea," she whispered, and licked Korra's ear, earning her another gasp. Korra rolled her over, and started kneading her breasts. They kissed again, before Korra made her way down to Opal's chest. She was very gentle as she first licked Opal's nipple. Opal let her fingers run through Korra's hair, spurring Korra on.
Korra didn't know how far she could, or should take it. She was still feeling pretty guilty about what happened the night she tried to force herself on Opal. She picked up on this. "You're very timid, what's wrong?"
"Just nervous. I got no clue what I'm doing here."
Opal smiled. "That makes two of us." Her smile turned into a devious smirk, while her emerald eyes twinkled. "You know what else you are?"
-"Overdressed." Opal whispered, before throwing Korra on her back, and planting a trail of kisses down her belly. She undid the button of her jeans, and pulled them down hard. Korra helped her by trying to kick them off, ended up nearly kneeing Opal in the face, but it worked.
Korra gasped again as she felt Opal press her hand against her sopping wet panties. Opal discarded them like they were nothing, leaving Korra completely nude. Her face was only inches away from Korra's core, and she pressed a series of kisses along her inner thighs, progressively getting closer to her target. Korra felt the heat racing with every inch that her girlfriend got closer.
As Opal first licked Korra's clit, a massive bolt of electricity shot through her entire body. Korra buckled her hips, and it was a sign for Opal to go all-out. "Ahhh, Opal!" she called out, urging her to continue. Korra let her fingers trail through Opal's short hair, and was moving her hips with the rhythm of Opal eating her out. She could feel the pressure build up inside her, panting heavily as Opal brought her incrementally closer to her climax.
"Please... Opal... so... close..." Korra panted, but Opal wasn't done just yet. She let her hands glide down Korra's sides, until they were at her core, and gently started stroking her soaking wet folds. The feeling was familiar, but it was other worldly at the same time. Opal broke away, looking up to her again. "Do it," Korra said breathlessly, never wanting her to stop.
Opal took the hint, and pushed her middle finger into Korra. She felt herself clench up around it, and it was clear that Opal had been lying about not knowing what she is doing. With ruthless efficiency she found Korra's most sensitive spot, earning her another loud moan. Opal leaned down again, and let her tongue run circles around Korra's clit again, pushing her to her breaking point.
She arched her back, pushing hard against Opal's mouth as Korra drew closer and closer. "Fuck! OPAAAAAL!" Korra screamed as she reached her climax. But Opal kept on working her, as she was set on stretching out Korra's orgasm. She succeeded with flying colors. Wave after wave of sheer, unadulterated pleasure shot through Korra, who fell onto her back again, breathing heavily as Opal crawled her way back up.
"Holy... shit..." were the first words Korra managed. Well, panted. Opal giggled as she pressed a kiss on Korra's nose. "I take it I did good?"
"'Did good'? Christ, I've never felt anything like that!" Korra said, still slightly out of breath. Opal demonstratively moved away from Korra a bit, and licked her finger clean. "Hmm, definitely better than dessert..." she said, winking at Korra.
Korra smiled, and grabbed Opal by her knees, throwing her on her back. "Then I want mine..." she smirked, as she undid the button of Opal's pants. Yanking them down went a lot better than with Korra's, but she decided to tease Opal a little bit more.
"You know, there is something I have been wanting to do since I first saw you in the gym," Korra said, raising that same mischievous eyebrow.
Opal decided to play along. "Oh yeah? And what's that?" Famous last words.
"This," and Korra leaned down to let her tongue run down Opal's toned stomach. It got her shivering so deliciously that Korra started grinning like an idiot. But she didn't regret it for a moment, as she saw a trail of goose bumps over the sculpted belly (The shape of which could be felt exceedingly well with her tongue).
Korra slowly moved down, gingerly removing Opal's soaking panties. She didn't know what to expect from Opal. Deciding that it would be best to start slow, Korra started rubbing Opal's soft folds, getting a throaty moan from her. Oh Lord, that's a sound I could get used to. She started rubbing more vigorously, and Opal started moving with Korra's hands. She was breathing louder but increasingly shallow. Korra smiled as she knew she was on the right track.
"Ahhh... Korra..." Opal gasped, as Korra let her thumb run circles around Opal's clit. She pulled her hand back, and gave Opal one last smile before diving in.
Korra had no idea what she was doing. She only had her gut instincts, and what her she thought Opal had been doing. Kind of. You were a little preoccupied, so to speak. Nevertheless, judging by the way Opal was gasping and moaning, it seemed to be working. She brought up her hand, just like Opal had done, and slid her index finger into Opal.
-"GOD! Korra!" Opal yelled. Korra immediately stopped, terrified of hurting Opal. She looked up with a worried frown, but Opal's smile and twinkling eyes soon put an end to that. "Why... are... you... stopping? I'm... close..." she panted.
Korra resumed whatever it was she had been doing before. She slid her finger back into Opal, and felt her clenching around it. The slick warmth was everything she remembered from herself, yet it was totally alien at the same time.
-"Oh fuck..." Opal panted as Korra licked her clit again. She let her tongue run circles around it, while Opal ruffled up her hair, pushing her hips up and down in the rhythm that Korra dictated.
-"Korra... I'm... going... toaaaAAAAA! KORRAAA!" Opal came hard, and came far. She buckled up, and rolled over, punching Korra on the nose with the rim of her pelvis.
"OW! Son of a bitch," Korra swore, but Opal was a little too busy to hear it. She rode it out, and it took her some time to come back around. When she did, they repositioned themselves so that they were the right way around again in the bed, and relative to each other. They were both panting, exhausted, sweaty, and utterly satisfied.
-"You may just as well have found your calling, Korra. For a first time, that was great. You're a natural."
Korra smiled. "I had a great first lesson."
"You also noticed you punched me in the nose?"
-"Did I now?" Opal pressed a gentle kiss on it. "There. Better?"
"Much." Korra smiled. "You know, I'm curious. What does your tattoo mean?"
-"Family tradition, from the days sailing around the world was a dangerous business." She shamelessly pulled the sheet down, revealing it again. Now that Korra was a little more focused, she could actually get a good look at it. Next to the logo of Beifong Metal Works was the actual text, Korra guessed. '金屬戰隊' was what it actually read. Of course, you know fuck-all about Chinese, so this does you no good what so ever. "But what does it mean?"
-"It says 'The Metal Clan' in traditional Chinese. We've done it for generations, starting back when my family still lived in China, before they fled for the Opium Wars. It just kind of stuck. Everyone who is born a Beifong gets one for their sixteenth birthday."
-"No, but I wanted it there. Close to my heart. You should have seen my family when I made up my mind as to where I wanted to put it. My dad flipped his shit, and Junior even went as far as going with me. He and my mom made it very clear through body language that if that parlor was to try anything unethical, he would be leaving in a wheelchair. Felt kind of bad for him, but he got the message. He was very professional."
Korra chuckled. "A man tattooed from head to toe was intimidated by a little 5'4" woman?"
-"She has a black belt in Hung Gar. Believe it or not, she can kick almost anyone's ass."
Korra was about to make another witty retort when Opal's phone buzzed somewhere in the room. It turned out to be on her nightstand, which happened to be within an arm's reach. Her eyes grew large as she read it. "We're fucked."
"Well and truly," Korra smirked contently.
Opal rolled her eyes as she rolled over, before shoving her phone in Korra's face. The caller ID read: Wei. The text read: "Could you two keep it down next time?"
-"I thought we were alone here, and unfortunately, I have to murder them now."
"Do you want help digging graves, or do you want to dump them in the Potomac?"
Opal rolled back on top of Korra. "The Potomac will do just fine," she said smirking, as she gave Korra a quick kiss. She just wrapped Opal in her arms again, and they slowly fell into a deep sleep.
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