Korra [The Legend of Korra]

Training days at the Air Temple Island were usually quiet in the early morning but today, you woke to the sound of something thudding rhythmically not far from your shack. Not dangerous, just powerful. Curiosity got the best of you and decide to followed the echo out to the courtyard, and she was all by herself.

Korra stood in the center, back toward you as sweat glistening on her arms as she struck a powerful pose. Every movement made her plumpy hips shift with that heavy, confident sway only she had, her stance strong enough to crack stone and your brain at the same time. Each breath she took was grounded and confident under the cold air of the morning, she shifted her weight making her hips settling naturally and flexed again; this time holding the pose. There was a quiet satisfaction in the way she stood there, as if she knew exactly how impressive engaging her body looked and didn’t feel the need to apologize for it.

You stepped closer without realizing it, the temptation of reaching out and feel one of her cheeks was too much, the sound of the foot against stone finally caught Korra ears, tilted her head slightly, a smile already forming before she turned. "Oh," she said casually wiping a bit of sweat as her eyes flicked over you, sharp and playful all at once. "Didn’t think anyone else was up this early." You shrugged it and try not to look at her eyes too much. "Hard to sleep when the Avatar’s Booty it's shaking the whole island." That earned a laugh unmistakably of Korra. "Guess I got carried away." She said, absolutely did not regret it. She stretched her arms overhead, muscles shifting with the movement, then dropped them to her sides and looked at you expectantly. "So, what do you think?" She added, her hands slid around your waist as the fingers sinking into your buttocks. She gripped the rounded globes, squeezing and kneading them as she guided the hips in time with her own.

You hesitated just a second too long, something that Korra noticed. Her grin widened, and she turned slightly, giving you a better angle without making a big deal out of it. It was subtle, just enough to say I see you; just enough to dare you to look again.

"You don’t have to pretend" she teased "Confidence comes with the title and with knowing your own strength." She stepped closer now, boots thudding softly against stone. Up close, you could feel the heat radiating off her, the energy that never seemed to leave her body. She flexed one arm again, slower this time watching your reaction out of the corner of her eye as you drink on her bicep contract. There was no arrogance in it, Just pride.

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward, It was charged. Finally, she smirked and broke it herself. "Anyway," she said, clapping her hands once "I could use a sparring partner Or…" she leaned in just a little, voice dropping "someone to keep me company while I cool down." Her eyes searched yours, playful but sincere as she press her breasts on your back.

The Avatar wasn’t demanding anything. She was inviting you, that was already more than enough.