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In the dead of night, Asami watches swirls of pearly luminescence twirl from Korra's lips. She's seen those blue eyes, half-lidded in ecstasy, fading into a glimmering, white shine.

There's something magical about Korra—as their bodies crest together, damp-sticky and naked underneath the sheets. Asami's fingers draw slow, pressured circles against Korra's opening, slickening to her vulva and clit. She's magic and wonder and beauty. When their lips meet, Asami tastes the remnants of life and love.

No poetry sings in Asami's heart, but she's willing to imagine it—every bit of starlit, cosmic iota.

Everything inside Korra.

It's worthwhile.

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Legend of Korra isn't mine. THIS IS MY 100TH FEMSLASH FIC, EVERYBODY! I ended up letting a bunch of readers on Tumblr vote, and Korrasami won it by 17%! How exciting! I'm also deep into the Stranger Things fandom and was running out of time, so I decided... what better for the 100th fic celebration than challenging myself to 100 words! I love my OTP so much and they always get to me, and if you enjoyed this, please leave me a few words! :) Thanks! Love you!