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On a cool evening in Republic City, two lovers were fantasizing at the same time.
A long day of working on prototypes for Future Industries had tired Asami out.
Once she was home, she and Korra had shared a glass of wine, and the sun was now setting beautifully outside. The two sat in their spacious living room where a couple of rays were peeking through the curtains. Asami couldn't help but think about how fine Korra looked, especially now that she had a couple of gray hairs coming through.
Before they knew it, the avatar was making love to her. Of course, Korra had always been great at expressing her passion, but this time something felt a little different. Maybe Asami was making it up, or maybe it was the wine, but tonight, it felt as if Korra had made it her mission to make Asami feel like the most beloved person in the world.
First with her kisses, then with her tongue, later with two of her fingers, and now, with Asami's favorite toy. The twelve centimeter, slightly thicker than regular, leather-covered toy was making her feel like she was going to ascend to a different dimension. Every thrust was more and more ecstasy to Asami's body. With Korra giving her slow, prolonged, passionate kisses on her neck and collarbones, Asami felt better than she ever had. Every time they'd had sex got better than the previous, of course, but Asami was in the clouds tonight.
And she was plenty happy. She had every reason to be - she had an education, a successful career, an incredible lover, a beautiful house. Asami only wished for one thing. And the closer she got to her orgasm she could only focus on that...
She wished Korra could get her pregnant.
It was a sweet thought, and she occasionally spent a couple of minutes during her work breaks daydreaming about it, but she knew it was impossible. And she'd come to terms with that. She just wished, occasionally, that she could have a baby with Korra. She thought it'd be cute. But if it wasn't an option, it wasn't an option. Getting close to her orgasm did remind her of her daydreams sometimes.
But once Asami moaned out and finished even louder than the previous rounds, Korra took the sex toy off, put it back in the nightstand drawer, and laid next to her to cuddle. Asami was done fantasizing about what she didn't have because Korra's affection always reminded her to think of what she did have. Love.
So she let go of her silly fantasy and didn't think about it again.
Not until six weeks later, at least.