Bending training.

*BANG*

The loud slamming of the front door caused Asami to look up from her book. From her position on the couch, she saw the source of the disturbance stalk through the hallway towards where she knew their training room was. Sure enough, the low grumblings of her girlfriend, Avatar Korra, drifted her way as she walked past the living room.

This had been a recurring thing the last few days now. With the world at peace for the moment, Korra, ever the restless one, had quickly grown bored with the lack of action. In an attempt to prevent an all-powerful elemental **** of destruction from going off on a rampage in search of something to do, Tenzin had suggested they resumed her training. Korra had of course long since learned to be proficient in all the base forms of bending, but as Tenzin pointed out, there is always room for improvement. And her lack of mastery over the subsets of bending that had since been discovered had always been a sore point for the young avatar.

So with renewed enthusiasm, Korra threw herself into her training. And with Tenzin and the White Lotus to guide her, had made great strides in improving her mastery of the elements. She had even convinced Lin Beifong to help her improve what little she knew of metal bending. It all went well. Until she got to the air element.

Ever since she began her avatar training all those years ago, she struggled with air. Both the spiritual and practical aspects of the element continued to elude her. And though Tenzin and Jinora had slowly managed to improve her skill, it still palled when compared to the other elements. And if Korra was one thing, then it would be that she easily lost her temper in the face of failure. Every time she failed to do something that Tenzin made look so simple was a blow to her ego, and more importantly, her self image as the avatar. So for the last couple of days, whenever Korra came back home from training, she would be in either a foul mood of anger or bitter disappointment.

*BOOM*

And if the sounds of explosions were any indication to Asami, she guessed it would be the former today. Sighing, Asami closed her book and made her way to the training room. As she got closer, the sounds of combat grew louder, and she could even feel the floor shudder under the **** unleashed by Korra's fury.

Opening the door, she stepped into the room, and casually sidestepped a stone pro-bending disk that was flying her way. The disk hit the wall and ricocheted off into another direction before a small fireball destroyed it in mid-air.

Standing in the middle of the room, one arm still outstretched in a fist, was Korra. A scowl of barely contained anger on her face, though Asami knew it was not directed at her. Her black hair had once again grown out to her older style, and her ponytail whipped around as she quickly spun around in a classic air bender move to doge around another disk. With a stomp of her feet, a small rock flew from the ground to shatter the disk into several smaller pieces. Asami tilted her head to avoid some of the debris hitting her face, but made no move otherwise, Choosing to stay near the wall and let her girlfriend work out most of her anger before stepping in.

Besides, Asami always loved watching Korra. The way her body moved with determined focus when she fought or trained. The subtle play of powerful muscles as she gracefully waived through the various bender stances. And most of all, the way her form-fitting clothing made her breasts and ass stand out. Hey, no one said you couldn't appreciate the view while you wait for your super-powered girlfriend to calm down.

Said calming down took another fifteen minutes, and by that time, the training room was a mess of shattered stone, puddles of mud, and scorched marks along the walls and floor. That was nothing new, as the room had been used many times by both women to practise their fighting skills, though Asami's methods of fighting were often less explosive than Korra's. Not counting the liberal use of small handheld explosives that one day. Asami moved away from the wall and approached the now panting and sweating Korra from behind, wrapping her arms around the young avatar as she engulfed her in a warm hug.

"Feeling better now?"

Korra slowly relaxed in Asami's arms, and after a while, reached up to take her hands into her own, being careful not to break the hug.

"A bit. It's mostly annoyance with myself though. It'll pass."

"Hmm." Asami hummed before she wrinkled her nose cutely.

"You smell terrible. What do you say if we get you out of those clothes, into a bath, and we'll just relax for the rest of the day."

Korra turned around into Asami's arms, and her blue eyes locked with her girlfriend's green.

"That sounds nice. Are you going to be a part of that bath?"

Seeing the mischievous smile on her face, Asami instantly knew where this was going to end.

"Just try and keep me out of it."

The two walked away from the ruined training room, towards the bathroom. For now, all of Korra's troubles were forgotten. Pushed to the back by the loving presence of Asami.

Hours later, Asami was still awake. Korra was laying next to her, peacefully asleep after a long day of intense training, and a long evening of intense lovemaking. Both women were still naked, and Asami idly traced one of her hands across whatever part of Korra's smooth skin she could reach. Beside her, Korra snuggled closer against her, allowing Asami to more easily reach the softer parts of Korra's body.

Asami looked at her lover with pained understanding. Korra was always someone who learned best by just doing. Something she could relate to. A few hours of tinkering with some of her father's machines taught her far more than the same amount of hours reading the theory behind the machine. And therein lay the problem. Tenzin, strong as he is, could not match Korra in terms of raw power to give her the life and **** challenge she needs to fully embrace the lessons she was being taught. And while Jinora had mastered the air bending techniques in a way that had not been seen since Avatar Aang, and could literally dance circles around Korra, she simply lacked the endurance to outlast the avatar. Add to that, they were sparring, no one was willing to go all out into the heavier air bending techniques lest they risk hurting someone. Or destroy Air Temple Island.

Korra needed to be pushed into a life or **** scenario, without the actual risk of dying. But no such bender existed as far as they knew. Beside her, Korra turned over to her side, and the sound of something falling on the floor drew Asami's attention away from her thoughts. As she leaned over Korra's body to see what it was, she saw one of the many toys they had used earlier that night had fallen off the sheets. Fond memories filled Asami's mind. Korra was as passionate in the bedroom as she was with everything else. And her boundless energy often meant it took some considerable time before she was fully satisfied, or that she could satisfy Asami until the poor non-bender was completely exhausted.

Asami's recollection of what they did just a few hours ago came to a grinding halt. An idea came to her with such clarity and intensity, that she could see the proverbial lightbulb going off above her head, and she briefly feared the room lighting up with the light. It was a stupid idea, but it just might work. But she had to be careful about it, keep it hidden from Korra until she was fully ready. Resigning herself to her plan, she crawled further under the covers and wrapped her arms around Korra. The other woman instinctually snuggled closer until their bodies were closely entwined. Letting the warmth of Korra's body soothe and calm her overactive mind, she quickly fell into a deep slumber.

The following day Asami accompanied Korra to Air Temple Island. The reason she gave her girlfriend was that she wanted to offer physical support while she trained. But the real reason was that she needed to talk to Tenzin or Jinora about some of those higher-level air bending techniques, and what exactly it was that gave Korra so much trouble. All in all, it was a productive day. She got to spend time with Tenzin and his family, which is always nice. She got to watch Korra fight, which is ALWAYS nice. And in the end, she found out exactly what she needed. Her attempts to be subtle might work on Jinora, but Tenzin, the politician that he is, saw right through her and figured out almost instantly why she was asking these things. Fortunately, he was about as frustrated by Korra's lack of progress as the avatar herself, so he readily shared what it was that kept eluding Korra.

Over the next couple of days, Asami diligently worked out her idea.

By day, she designed, redesigned, and adjusted what she had planned until it was perfect for her intent. Dozens of other designs were discarded along the way. being deemed as; unsafe, too dangerous, or not dangerous enough. She needed to find a careful balance between dangerous, and lethal. But eventually, she had a design that would work.

And most evenings, she offered support to Korra as her girlfriend ranted about her inabilities. Kept an eye on her as she worked off her anger in the training room. Or one evening, when she needed more of a hands-on approach to venting anger, Korra gave her a look that screamed "Bedroom, now.", before almost literally dragging Asami towards their bedroom. That evening was not filled with a lot of talking, Though their mouths were still being used. Just not for talking.

But now, her secret project was done. It worked as intended, and all she needed to do now, was to get Korra alone for a few days. Perhaps another visit to Tenzin was in order to convince him that Korra needed a break from all the training. To "rest", and "recover", obviously. Funnily, this time it was Jinora who caught on to Asami's reason instead of Tenzin. She could even hear Kai snicker knowingly beside her when she assured Tenzin that she would make sure Korra would not leave her bed.

So with everything prepared, and both their schedules cleared for the next few days, it was about time to put her plan into action.