Korra doesn't understand

"I don't understand why you're doing this," Korra whispers, her words faint against asami's skin. Her hands rise slightly, hovering near asami's waist before dropping back to her sides, clenched into fists.

Asami's smile widens just slightly at the question. "Maybe I've wanted to see you like this for a long time."

Korra's pupils dilate at the words, her breath catching in her throat. A rush of heat floods through her body, shame and desire warring inside her. She parts her mouth slightly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. She meets asami's eyes, searching them for some kind of answer beyond the surface words. Asami watches her closely, her face betraying nothing.

"You've wanted this?" Korra asks, hoarsely. Her fingers flex at her sides, nails digging into her palms. "To have me like this? Your... your genie?" There's something raw in the way she speaks, a vulnerability that makes her sound almost young.

Asami's fingers move from Korra's lips to trace the edge of her face, following the curve of her cheekbone. "Yes," she answers simply, without hesitation. "You're beautiful like this, Korra. So strong and fierce... but now I have you exactly where I want you." Asami's thumb brushes lightly over Korra's lower lip. "Utterly at my mercy."

Korra's breathing catches audibly, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the silken outfit. "But I'm... I'm still me," she protests weakly. "You know that, don't you? It's still me."

Asami's hand cups Korra's cheek gently, her thumb stroking over the skin. "I know," she murmurs. "That's what makes this so perfect. It's you. My Korra. But now I get to have you like this."

Korra's face flushes with heat, her breathing becoming even more ragged. "It's not fair," she whispers. "You shouldn't be able to do this to me." But even as she says it, her body betrays her, leaning slightly into asami's touch.

Asami's smile turns knowing. "Fair?" she echoes softly. "Who said anything about fair, Korra?"