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Lin closed the door to the guest room behind her and leaned against it, staring into the long, dark hallway, illuminated only by the flickering candlesticks on the wall. It had been a long day, few days really. She hadn’t slept much since the Cabbage Corp raid, and she didn’t expect tonight would be any different.
My officers. My friends. My city.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw their stunned expressions as their cables had been used against them, sending shockwaves through their bodies until they were writhing on the floor uncontrollably. She shook her head. She couldn't let herself think about that. Not when there was so much to do.
How could I have been so wrong about Hiroshi Sato?
She shook her head again, and took a steadying breath, willing her next thoughts to leave her as quickly as they came. Despite the anger and frustration that had clouded her mind this evening, she couldn’t stop herself from staring when Hiroshi Sato’s daughter had reached up to get her suitcase from the luggage rack of the airship. The expanse of lean muscles that had been exposed when her jacket rode up her back had been enough to momentarily make the Chief forget about her resolve to do whatever it took to get her officers back. Instead, another resolve had taken its place.
Perhaps, that was why she agreed to take the young woman in when she had asked if she could stay at her place for the evening, rather than returning with the others to Air Temple Island. Rubbing her eyes, she attempted to dismiss the notion and walked to her own bedroom.
As she reached out a hand to push her door open, she heard the sob. Turning around, she looked back down the hallway. And then she heard it again.
She knew that Asami was crying. After the betrayal of her father and the leaving behind of the only life she had ever known, with the only parent she could even remember, Lin couldn't blame the girl for finally breaking down. But she hadn't expected her heart to feel like it was going to break in two at the sound of her anguish.
Lin took a step back towards the guest room, and then stopped herself, almost tripping over her own bare feet.
Asami shouldn't be here. She should be with her friends. With her boyfriend.
Lin shuddered, suddenly feeling sick. Imagining someone else's hands on the young engineer made her want to lash out, punch something, scream, hurt someone.
She sighed, angry at herself. This inappropriate longing just wouldn't go away. It began the first time Asami had stopped by the RCPD, a few months ago. She was pitching an idea for new weaponry for Lin's metalbending officers. Her father was trying to let her take on some Future Industries projects, and she had landed this one. When the twenty-five-year-old walked into her office, rolled up plans in hand, and a determined look on her face, Lin was immediately taken aback. She had expected Hiroshi, not a tall, muscular, long-haired, green-eyed goddess.
Lin noticed the motorcycle helmet under Asami’s other arm, and she instantly imagined what it would be like to ride behind her, gripping that firm waist of hers, inhaling the scent that had overtaken her since the woman walked through her door. The entire meeting, Lin’s mind was preoccupied. The thought of Asami leaning back in her chair, while Lin crawled between her legs and devoured her, made it hard to contrate on the presentation before her. Her thoughts ceased, however, as soon as she imagined how revolted the young woman would be if she knew that the Chief was imagining her in this way.
And now, Asami was in Lin's home, in her guest room. Lin didn’t know if it was her imagination, but she felt as though Asami had been happy to come home with her, happy to be near her. While still in the airship, both the Avatar and the boy (Lin couldn’t remember if he was called Mako or Bolin) had tried to comfort the heiress. But Lin kept catching her eye and eventually the young woman sat next to her while she nursed her injuries and told Tenzin of her plans.
She heard another sob from behind the closed door and Lin made up her mind. Making her way quickly back down the hallway, she reached for the doorknob. Thinking better of her hastily formed plan, she, instead, knocked on the door.
“Asami, would...would you like me to come in?” Her shaky voice was a far cry from the normally strong, stoic timbre that typically emanated from the Chief.
At first, there was silence, and then Lin heard a sigh.
“Please," was all she heard, and it was all she needed to throw the door open quickly.
The moment Lin stepped into the room, she knew it was a mistake. Asami had changed into her pajamas, which consisted of tiny red shorts and a black tanktop. As her well-built legs pressed against the fabric, Lin had to will herself to not get lost in her constant daydream. She moved her eyes up Asami’s body, which was no help at all. It was obvious that the young woman had taken off her wrappings, and her large breasts were pressed against the fabric of her top. As soon as Lin caught sight of her nipples slightly raised under the fabric, a heat pooled in the pit of her stomach and threatened to continue its descent.
Lin suddenly felt very overdressed, still in her armor. She searched for a place to look in the room that wouldn't give her a view of toned legs, chiseled arms, or enchanting eyes. She settled on the floor. “I'm sorry, Asami. I just…wanted…”
“To check on me? I'm not a child, you know.”
Lin's eyes widened, surprised by Asami's sudden anger. She turned to leave.
“I know that," Lin muttered, realizing that Asami couldn't know how much she understood this fact.
Asami's eyes softened, and she spoke again. “Don’t go. I'm sorry. I just…” She sighed. “Most people assume I can't handle things. But I can. I can take care of myself.”
Lin turned back around, her eyes still on the floor. “It's okay to be upset,” she whispered. “Anyone would be. I mean...your father-”
“I'm not upset about my father.”
Lin's eyes widened in surprise.
“Oh," she said, lamely. “Well, then what…?”
Asami leaned back on the bed, her tank top inching up her body, exposing the outline of muscles that made Lin's words die in her throat.
“Of course, I'm angry with him. Of course, I hate him," Asami said, off-handedly. “But I've felt that way for years.”
Lin didn't know what else to say, dumbfounded by this admission. She, too, had a complicated relationship with her mother, not to mention the absence of her father, but the casual way that Asami spoke was surprising, nonetheless.
“If you're wondering if I knew he was an Equalist, the answer is no.”
Lin nodded.
“But I should have known. He was always a bigot. Small-minded. Afraid that others' differences would reflect poorly on him. Loving with strings attached and conditions.”
Her eyes locked with Lin’s, and, suddenly, the Chief understood. It had been the same with her grandparents. Clearing her throat, Lin nodded.
“I know you understand me.” Asami’s voice dropped an octave, causing the heat in Lin’s belly to drop as well. “I've…I've known for a long time.”
Lin took a step back, towards the door. Taking in a deep breath, she opened her mouth to respond, but Asami spoke again.
“I've seen you many times, at Kwong’s. Always with a beautiful woman, at a small booth in the back. Sometimes the same one, other times, a different one. At first, I thought you and Avatar Aang’s daughter, but…” Her voice trailed off and the engineer shrugged her shoulders.
Lin's face reddened. She couldn’t lie. She had thought of the waterbender many times before as she touched herself late at night. At some point a few decades ago, it seemed like perhaps the two of them could have had something special.
But that had been a long time ago. She didn’t feel that way anymore. Now, it was green-eyes and long dark locks that took over her vision as she brought herself to ecstasy at night. Even if it meant she would feel shame afterwards.
Asami patted the bed, motioning for Lin to sit next to her. Lin hesitated, unsure of where this conversation was going, and if she would be able to control herself if Asami was just a touch away. “I don’t bite,” Asami said, with a wink.
Lin walked mechanically and sat on the bed, sure to be far enough away from the breathtaking woman, so as not to accidentally brush up against her.
“I…I wanted to talk to you about it,” Asami said, trepidation now filling her voice. “When we had that meeting down at the precinct. I wanted to ask how you dealt with…judgement. But, I chickened out.”
Lin silently thanked the spirits for this. If she had known then that Asami was interested in women, it would have made the meeting all the more uncomfortable for her.
Not wanting to embarrass herself further, Lin gave a soft smile, and nodded. “But, Asami,” she paused, her heart skipping a beat as she felt how natural the name felt on her lips. “If you’re not upset about your father, why were you crying just now?”
This time, it was Asami’s turn to have her cheeks darken with a crimson shade. “Well, I thought it was obvious, but it seems silly now. I…I came here for a reason…Lin.”
If Lin thought saying Asami’s name felt good on her lips, it was nothing compared to hearing her own name drip from the mouth of such a beautiful creature. Before she could stop herself, the earthbender wondered what it would sound like if Asami had called her name out at the peak of passion.
Closing her eyes to eradicate the sounds from her ears, she shot the young woman a questioning look. What does she mean? What reason?
Before Lin could react, Asami scooted closer to her on the bed. “You’re a bit overdressed, Chief,” she whispered, placing a hand on her armor.
Lin stood up quickly, causing the mattress to bounce, slightly pushing Asami back with it. “I don’t think that’s such a good-” Lin began to walk backwards, her hands up in the air.
But Asami had jumped up too, and she slowly walked towards the metalbender, until she had Lin flush up against the door she had closed on her way in.
“I’ve seen you look at me, Lin.”
Spirits, there it is again. Have I ever known my name to sound so beautiful?
“I chickened out during our meeting,” Asami continued, her eyes never breaking away from Lin’s, “but I could feel you undressing me with your eyes. Don’t you want to do it for real now?”
Lin’s throat went dry, and her mind went wild with the image of how Asami would look with that tank top on the floor where it belonged, shorts discarded somewhere in the room. Their lips were centimeters apart, and Lin could feel Asami’s shaky breath. “Please, Chief,” she whispered. “Today was one of the most difficult of my life. And only you can make it better.”
Without warning, and surprising even herself, Lin pressed her lips against Asami’s, taking the supple skin into her own. As Lin kissed her, she couldn’t believe that Asami tasted exactly how she had imagined, a bit like cherries and chocolate and a lot like sweet freedom.
The moan that came from Asami gave Lin the opportunity to use her tongue to enter her mouth. She ran her tongue across Asami’s teeth, and wrapped her arms around the young woman’s waist, pushing her back to the bed, never slowing their heated kiss. As soon as Asami’s legs hit the mattress, Lin tore their lips apart. The two women stood there, both breathing rapidly, lust heavy in their eyes.
“I-” Lin tried to speak, but her heart was beating out of her chest. She had expected her body to react to Asami in exactly that way it just did, but she had always assumed her brain would stop her from crossing that boundary with the girl who was almost thirty years her junior. She couldn’t help but feel that Asami was in too vulnerable of a state to have given her any kind of authentic consent. Lin swallowed and began again. “Are you sure you want to-”
“Am I sure I want you to fuck me?” Asami asked, an eyebrow arching.
Lin’s mind went temporarily blank at the boldness of Asami’s words. She took in a deep breath and felt heat, now firmly between her legs. “You want me to-”
“Make love to me, fuck me, put your mouth all over me. Whatever you want to call it, I’ve been imagining this for months now. I need you, Lin.”
With that admission, Lin was finally able to give herself permission to do what she had wanted to for so long. She immediately reached for the hem of Asami’s tank top, and ripped the fabric off her body, revealing the most beautiful, full breasts Lin had ever seen. Asami’s nipples were already hard and begging to be attended to.
Lin brought her lips to Asami’s neck, and began to suck on the skin she found, her teeth digging into the alabaster white of the enchanting temptress before her. She left marks all the way down her neck and across her collarbone, all the while hearing the most erotic moans coming from somewhere deep inside Asami.
“Spirits, Lin,” she cried, “I knew you would be this good.”
These words shot another bolt of heat through Lin’s armor and down towards her pussy. She broke contact with Asami’s skin for the briefest of moments, and she took an erect nipple into her mouth. Asami brought herself down on the bed, arching her back to allow Lin to get a better angle on her breasts, which Lin had begun to suck in an alternating pattern. For a moment, she allowed herself to pull back and gaze at the beautiful sight before her. Asami’s bare breasts already bore Lin’s markings, which could be traced back up to her lips, and Lin began to massage them slowly, memorizing their feel in her hands. Bringing her lips back, her leg inadvertently brushed against Asami’s center, still hidden behind her shorts.
Asami’s eyes burst open at the new contact, and she gasped, “Fuck!” She immediately began to press herself further against the metal of Lin’s armor.
Lin chuckled a bit and released Asami’s nipple with a loud pop of her lips. “Something you like?” she whispered, a grin on her face.
Asami’s eyes were closed, and she opened her mouth to murmur, “Your armor…spirits…” Lin pressed her leg fully against Asami, causing the younger woman to grind against her, almost uncontrollably.
Lin pulled her leg away. “Not so fast, young lady,” she whispered. “You want me to fuck you, right?”
Asami nodded, her eyes still closed tight, the sheen of sweat glistening on her face and breasts.
“You were right, Ms. Sato,” Lin continued, her voice brimming with confidence now that she knew Asami was enjoying this as much as she was. “I have been wanting to do this for a long time. And there’s something I need to do before you come.”
Lin slipped down to her knees, grateful her armor was still on. She knew that if she had it her way, she would have already dropped her soaking pussy onto Asami’s face. But she had another fantasy to fulfill first. She brought her fingertips to the top of Asami’s shorts and began to pull them down, slowly at first, and then with a final tug, she tossed them across the room. As she brought her eyes to the beautiful sight in front of her, she realized that Asami was now completely naked.
“What a surprise,” she whispered. A small smirk spread across Asami’s face at the words.
Lin brought her lips to the impeccably carved muscles of Asami’s stomach. She wondered for a moment what the young woman did to keep her body in such exquisite shape. Will I become a consistent part of her workout routine? Fervent lips and teeth nipped and sucked until they made their way to the soft curls of Asami’s hidden treasure.
“I need you to do something for me,” Lin said in a voice befitting the Chief of Police.
Asami nodded, eyes still closed, her hands now in Lin’s hair, nails digging perfectly into Lin’s scalp.
“I need you to open your eyes, my beautiful girl,” Lin stated, waiting for her command to be obeyed. As the peak of green shone through, she felt her own pussy throb. “I want you to watch me as I eat you out.”
Lin almost missed the lusty moan that erupted from the engineer as she pressed her lips against Asami's folds. She was soaking wet, almost as wet as Lin knew she was herself. She ran her tongue up Asami's length, feeling the pulsating of Asami's center against her cheeks. Another moan came from up above, and Lin smiled into Asami's pussy, causing the wetness to spread across her face
“Fuck me, Chief Beifong!" Asami cried, her hands now on her own nipples, pinching them hard.
Lin smiled again, as she found Asami's clit, and circled her lips around the small bud. As she uncovered the new patch of skin, Lin felt herself moaning into Asami, the salty taste of this flawlessly perfect woman, filling her senses. She pressed her tongue into Asami, uncovering another flavor, this time a slight hint of sweetness that she swore was like vanilla and eternity.
“More, Lin!" she heard Asami cry through gritted teeth. “I want to come on your face!”
Lin resumed her ministrations on Asami's clit, pressing her tongue gently on the sensitive skin, bringing her hand to Asami's entrance. The slight teasing of Lin's calloused fingers and her effortlessly adept tongue were enough to cause Asami's thighs to close around Lin's face. Lin felt the taste of her lover change, and the heat was almost unbearable. As Asami's pussy tightened around Lin's mouth, she heard the younger woman cry out her name.
“LIN!” The earthbender used her lips to help the engineer ride the waves of her orgasm, and she silently implored the spirits that it would not be the last at her expense. As Asami slowly stopped rocking against Lin's face, the police chief's tongue slowed as well, and she pressed a final kiss to Asami's tender skin. Asami had fallen back on the bed, her hands over her face, small moans escaping her lips. All Lin could make out was "fuck" and “Lin” and “so good.”
Lin stood up slowly and, finally, her armor peeled off her skin. She reached for the blanket on the bed and pulled it back. Asami was barely able to move her legs, and Lin helped her to slip under the covers. Walking to the other side of the bed, Lin repeated the motion, allowing herself to slide in behind the younger woman.
As she wrapped her arms around her waist, she pulled on Asami until her ass touched the fabric of her sweatpants. She brought her lips to Asami's ear, and she asked, "Was that how you imagined it?”
Asami nodded, and turned over to face Lin. “I...I had no idea it would be like-”
“Why do you think I always have the prettiest dates?" Lin teased. She sounded more confident than she felt, silently searching the engineer’s eyes for any sign of regret. There was none.
Asami smiled and kissed Lin. After a few minutes of gentle caressing with their lips, Asami said, “I…I want to…”
“Oh, don't worry,” Lin whispered, placing a kiss to Asami's cheek. “You will…” The younger woman blushed and eagerly pressed herself forward.
“But,” Lin continued, “maybe you should close your eyes for a minute. I’ve been imagining this for a while, and my body won't be satisfied with just one orgasm courtesy of the brilliantly gifted and alluring Asami Sato.”