What Happens in Vegas
... Or Maybe Not
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September 6th, 2017

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Drunk and drugged...

Outside, the heat of the day had mostly gone, being down to a nice and cool temperature, plenty for Korra and Asami in their inebriated states. "Alright, where do you want to start?" Korra asked.

-"You're really going to make me do this, aren't you?" Asami sighed, to which the athlete enthusiastically nodded. "Fine... Let's just take a walk and see what we come across."

They did just that, and started walking down The Strip. Korra quickly suggested that they turn off the main road and onto the smaller roads where they were more likely to run into something interesting.

"Alright, five things you've never done before," Korra mused out loud. "Where do you want to start?"

-"I don't know, this was your idea!" Asami replied. "What do you want to do, make me tell everyone I'm gay as fuck?"

The athlete thought for a moment on that, and the longer she did, the more she liked the idea. "Well, sure, why not?"

-"Korra..." Asami groaned, but this fell on deaf ears.

"Come on, I have an idea. Let's find a souvenir shop." This was about as easily said as done, because Vegas was littered with them, at least, when they were this close to The Strip. It was massive, and had all the rubbish that you don't want, including even Vegas snow globes. Yeah, because if there is one thing Las Vegas is famous for, it's the massive amounts of snow it gets each year.

The shopkeeper was also a little on the cheery side. "Good evening!" she loudly greeted the pair. "Can I help you?"

"Yes!" Korra exclaimed. "Do you have any shirts for lesbians?"

This did have the shopkeeper a little baffled, but after regaining herself, her cheery demeanor came back. "Sure, they're in the back, next to the posters."

They walked over, and Korra smiled. These are so wrong. There were a few shirts there, all with brilliant prints. 'Vagitarian', 'Yes, your gaydar is working fine', 'Beaver fever', and lastly, Korra's favorite of the bunch. It was bright pink and had 'This is what an awesome lesbian looks like' written on it, with two thumbs pointing back at the wearer. "How about this one?" she asked, picking the shirt out of the rack.

Asami raised an eyebrow as she read the print. "'This is what an awesome lesbian looks like'? Really?"

"Yes, really. You're a closeted lipstick lesbian, no one is ever gonna know unless you wear that. You still wear small?"

She sighed. "Yes..."

"Good, then go and try it on."

Reluctantly, Asami took it and went into a fitting room, and soon came out again, now wearing the shirt. It didn't fit well, but it put a huge smile on Korra's face. "There you go, that's more like it!" she grinned.

-"Korra, I look like a lesbian."

The athlete grinned and ran a hand through her 'faux-hawk', as Asami had called it earlier. "So do I, but that's the whole point! Now you actually show people who you really are. A snazzy shirt for a snazzy lady."

Asami sighed and turned around to look at herself in the mirror, and Korra was pretty certain she saw something of a smile on her face. "Maybe it doesn't look that bad on me."

"There you go, that's the spirit. Now, I'll pay for this one, since you're so reluctant. Come on."

They made their way back to the register, and it made the shopkeeper smile. "You want to keep it on?"

-"Yes please," Asami answered with a small voice.

-"No problem, just come here for the tag." She quickly scanned it and cut it off, and Korra handed her a credit card. "You know, you two are a cute couple."

Korra and Asami glanced at each other, the former with a knowing smile, the latter with and annoyed pout. "We're not a couple," Asami remarked.

This had the shopkeeper surprised. "Really? I could have sworn, and I'm pretty good at that sort of thing."

"Well, not anymore, anyway," Korra piped up.

-"Korra..." Asami complained.

"The shirt you're wearing means I can't reveal any big secrets."

A sly smile appeared on Asami's face. "You know what, I've just thought of the second item on my list. Just have to go out and look for it."

"That's the spirit!" Korra hollered, and easily went with her, linking their arms together. Asami was definitely looking for something, but she was holding her cards close to her chest, and wasn't about to tell the athlete what. Still, this was mostly fine with Korra, as she was finally getting her ex to buy into this little game.

However, her good mood was curb-stomped when Asami finally stopped walking and pointed at a building.

"No. Fucking. Way."

-"Come on, Korra, it'll be fun! You were the one who sounded disappointed when you had to admit to that lady that we aren't together anymore."

She's right on that one.

Then, Asami got really excited as she looked a little bit closer at the wedding chapel. "And look! A discount for us!"

The athlete had no idea what her ex was talking about, until she noticed the sign next to the front door: 'Same-sex couples 10% off.' If that's not patronizing, I don't know what is. "Asami, you're one of the wealthiest people on the planet, what's a discount gonna do for you?"




It was clear that Asami had made up her mind. "Alright, fine, and it can count for the list, you've never been married. But I get to decide the next one and you can't protest."

She thought on this for a moment. "Alright, you have a deal." Arms linked, they went in, where there was a woman behind the counter. "Ooh, look, they even have rings," Asami said.

-"You're looking to get married?" the woman asked.

"Apparently," Korra answered. "So what do we get?"

-"Well," the woman started. "For a spur-of-the-moment wedding like yours, I'm your witness, we have a marriage officiant in the chapel, and for just 249 dollars, you get a fully prepped wedding, two silver rings, and an official marriage certificate. The same but with gold rings is 269 dollars."

This seemed quite good, actually. "What are you thinking, silver or gold?" Asami asked.

"I like silver. Suits me better."

-"Alright, silver it is."

The woman behind the counter nodded. "Fair enough. Do you want them engraved?"

"Ooh!" Korra perked up. "Let's do each other's rings!"

Asami agreed to this, and now they both got to work thinking up something to put in there. The athlete knew soon enough what she wanted in Asami's ring, so she told the woman behind the counter, only it turned out Asami had already beaten her to it. "Give me your finger, love, so I can measure you up." It took a few tries, but they found the right one, and it then was off to the engraving machine, while Asami was fitted hers.

When it was handed to Korra, she smiled. 'Loved You Then, Love You Still.' the inside of ring read. "Aww, that's sweet. I feel kind of bad now."

-"For what?" Asami took a look at her ring, which was just finished. "'One Ring to Rule My Bra', are you kidding me?"

"What? I like Lord of the Rings."

Asami chuckled. "You are such a dork."

"That's why you love me, though."

-"Good point."

-"Ahem," the woman drew their attention. "Ladies, I will have to see some identification, and means of payment."

They both whipped out driver's licenses, and Asami put a Platinum MasterCard on the counter. "That good enough?"

-"Certainly. Now, if you would give me a moment, I have to type this out, then we can begin." She began typing away at the computer, out of sight from the couple.

Ten minutes later, they were standing at the altar, hand in hand, both of them with a big smile on their faces. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join Korra and Asami before the eye of God Almighty. Does anyone want to speak out against this?" Naturally, the woman stayed silent, and Korra couldn't help but chuckle at this. There was no one there besides her, the sermon, and the couple.

-"In that case, Asami Sato, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health, 'till death do you part?"

Asami chuckled. "I do."

-"And do you, Korra Waters, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, in good times and in bad, 'till death do you part?"

She couldn't help but grin like an idiot as she heard the line. "I do."

-"Then by the power vested in me by the State of Nevada, I hereby declare you woman and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Asami smiled too and leaned in, and Korra loved it. Finally, for the first time, Asami felt comfortable enough to kiss her in front of other people. Only two of them, and they just married you, but it's a start.

There was a bright flash, much to their surprise. As it turned out, the woman who owned the place also served as the wedding photographer. After regaining herself, the athlete's grin only grew. "Felt good, didn't it?" she asked, only a few centimeters apart.

-"It did..." Asami breathed.

-"Ladies, if you'd please follow me, we can settle the check," the woman said.

Korra chuckled. "How romantic." Still, they didn't want to deprive the woman of business now that she'd done her part, so Asami decided she should pay for this one.

After having done so, they received a flash drive with the pictures and their wedding certificate, which meant it was time to go. This also meant it was time for Korra to start thinking about what Asami should do next for her list. After all, she had bound herself to doing whatever Korra would think of, which meant that she could go quite far with her ex. Actually, come to think of it, she went from girlfriend to ex to wife, pretty sure that's the wrong order.

Of course, the athlete didn't want to hurt Asami, so some things were out of the question, and public humiliation also didn't quite fit. Private humiliation however, that sounds perfectly reasonable. Inspiration for a good idea was low, however, until they walked past an enormous fat man in a tank top, who had both of his arms entirely tattooed, plus a few on his neck and his face. "Asami, I know what you're going to do next."

She followed Korra's line of sight, ending up on the same man, and she quickly turned back to her wife. "No way."

"Hey, I agreed to marry you, and you said you wouldn't protest for the next thing."

Asami sighed. "Korra, I can't beat up someone who's three times my weight."

"Not that, you're getting a tattoo!" Korra laughed.

-"Where am I going to get a tattoo at this time?"

"Well, this is Vegas, I'm sure there's one open around here somewhere." Now with a good idea of what to look for, they kept on walking, once again moving away from The Strip. Soon enough, they came across a place that looked pretty promising, that is, it was still open.

Asami still looked a little hesitant. "Korra, what would I even get for a tattoo? I never wanted one in the first place."

A mischievous smirk crept over her face. "How about you get me something to show how much you love me? After all, you wanted to get married. Seems fair enough to me."

-"In a place where only you can see it."

"Hey, you can choose the place, you have to live with it."

Her wife sighed. "Fine, let's do this." She stepped inside, and the parlor actually looked pretty happy to see customers at this time of night.

-"Good evening, ladies, how may I help you?" Korra eyed him up, and he was roughly the kind of guy she was expecting. Bald, with the exposed parts of him being more ink than bare skin. Even the top of his head was tattooed, but at least his face wasn't.

-"Apparently, I want a tattoo," Asami started. "Could you tell me where it would hurt the least? Not looking forward to that."

He smiled. "Well, it's generally the fleshy places that hurt the least. Thighs, ass, upper arms, shoulder."

Korra decided to help her make up her mind. "Asami?"


The athlete pulled her wife close so that she could whisper in her ear. "I think it's immensely sexy if it's for my eyes only," she seductively whispered.

Asami smiled and turned back to the parlor. "Ass it is."

Soon, they sat down with a book of ideas, but Korra had a sneaking suspicion that her wife wasn't too happy about this. "Hey, it's for me only. Doesn't have to be big. How about that one? Tells me everything I ever want to know." She was pointing at a red heart with a banner over it, the banner obviously being the place where the name goes.

-"I dunno, red isn't really your color."

Korra took the book and turned it to the artist. "Hey, can you do this in blue?"

He perked up at this. "Of course I can. On her, with your name in it?"

"That's the idea." She turned back to Asami. "See? Problem solved."

Shortly thereafter, Asami was lying on the table, with her jeans around her thighs, and a design on her left butt cheek, right before the artist began. "I hate you so much right now."

Korra chuckled. "You can't hate me, you love me too much for that," she smirked.

Her wife laughed too. "Yeah, I suppose that's true. Now let's get this show on the road."

Much to the athlete's surprise, it didn't take very long for the man to finish, only about 15 minutes. In fairness, it wasn't that big, but still big enough to make out that Korra's name was in the banner across it. It also didn't have any shading in it, but Korra still really liked it. "That is one sexy ass," she smirked as Asami was checking it out in the mirror.

-"I have to admit, it looks good. What do we owe you?"

-"80 dollars," he quickly said.

Korra stepped forward. "Don't worry, babe, I got this one. You'll get the next one again."

The artist gave them a flyer for aftercare probably noticing that they were too far gone to remember what he told them, even though it was fairly likely she was going to get it removed again at some point.

The women were walking down a random street, Asami slightly uneasy because of the sensitive spot on her ass. Suddenly, she stopped, pulling Korra close by her arm. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

Korra followed her line of sight, and a smile appeared on her face. "I think I do." They were looking at a garishly neon-lit sex shop.

For once, it was Asami to drag Korra inside, which was pretty much exactly what she was expecting. There were the traditional stacks of porn movies, racks with dildos, things like blow-up sex dolls, and other things the athlete couldn't help but crack a smile at, because some of these looked downright depraved. "I've never been in one of these things," Asami admitted. "Does it count?"

"You mean for the list? Sure it does, as long as you buy something here."

This made her blush. "Alright, but I'm not going to do it alone. You go to the till with me."

Korra smiled. "Fair enough. Let's shop."

There was too much to choose from, really. They didn't even come here with any particular idea in mind of what they wanted, so Korra figured it should at least be something she'd consider fun.

-"Oh... Oh my..." Asami was staring at a rack of... Well, Korra wasn't entirely sure what they were at first. They were clearly bushy tails, though there was no harness attached to them to wear them. And then...

"Oh, yeah, you are definitely getting one of those," the athlete smiled. It was most certainly a buttplug with a tail attached to it. That is so wrong, so why is it so irresistible?

Asami's blush grew as she reached out for it, and when she looked back, Korra's 'go on then'-look was enough to persuade her to actually grab it. "Alright, you pick something now."

They walked a little further, when Korra suddenly saw what she wanted. "Sweet," she grinned as she reached out for a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs.

On the downside, Asami seemed a little disappointed. "Just handcuffs? That's nothing compared to this... thing," she said, gesturing to the tail.

"Fair enough, but do you know what's hotter than a woman with a pair of handcuffs?"


"A woman with two pairs of handcuffs, of course!" Korra laughed, and took a second pair from the rack. "Alright, you pick one more thing, then we're out of here."

-"Fine." Asami looked around while walking through the shop a little more, before she suddenly stopped. Korra joined her, and when she took a close look at her wife, she saw that she was red as a tomato.

Turning around to see what Asami was seeing, it wasn't really a surprise why. In front of them were two mannequins, one of a male in a leather bondage outfit and a collar with a leash, the other of a woman holding said leash and wearing a massive strap-on dildo. "Are you having naughty thoughts, Mrs. Sato?" Korra asked with a knowing smile.

Asami looked down and nodded. "I... I've always wanted to try and wear one of those," she quietly mumbled, making sure that no one could hear her but Korra. "See what it feels like."

"Well..." the athlete muttered back. "We are married, and we still have to 'consummate' the marriage." She turned to her wife, a dark look of lust in her eyes. "Want to try one on me?"

Barely visible, she did nod, making Korra pump a fist in the air. "Awesome! But can I make one request?"

-"What's that?"

"That you're a little less ambitious in the size department."

If nothing else, this only served to turn Asami even redder than she already was, but she did adhere to the advice. There was a whole rack of the things next to the mannequins, and she chose one that was more of a size that looked comfortable.

Paying was funny to watch, as Asami was just as flustered while she was talking to the cashier, who used the opportunity to poke a little bit of fun at them, even if he was kind enough to throw in a bottle of lube. Probably going to be necessary.

Soon though, they were clear again, back on the street, where it was getting quite cold now. "Here," Korra said, wrapping an arm around her wife and pulling her close. "That's better, right?"

-"Much, thanks," Asami nodded.

This wasn't a very busy part of town, so there weren't many cabs passing by. They set course back in the direction of The Strip, hoping they'd have more luck there. It paid off, and soon, Korra and Asami were back on their way to the Bellagio.

It was comfortable on the backseat of the car. Asami was heavily leaning into Korra and her warmth. "Thank you for tonight," she mumbled.

"What do you mean?"

Asami sighed. "No one ever pushed me to do something like this, and it was more fun than I thought."

The athlete chuckled. "Well..." she started with a mischievous smirk. "There is one item left on the list you have to think of before you've made your five."

-"Oh, don't worry, I already have a pretty good plan for what the fifth one is going to be..." she softly replied, and leaned in to kiss Korra fiercely on the lips. She reciprocated with full force, eagerly letting Asami kiss her.

It wasn't until the taxi swerved all of a sudden and a loudly honking car broke them apart. That fucking driver was looking more at us than he was at traffic! "Watch the road, man!" Korra snapped.

-"Sorry, won't happen again."

"No, because we're here, moron," Korra replied. She quickly threw a few bills at him before bolting out of the cab, quickly making their way back to their room on the 22nd floor.

If only it was that easy. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Asami was all over Korra, pushing her against the wall, finally taking control over her own life. They were making out like there was no tomorrow, getting ready for what was coming. In fairness, you're hoping that you'll both be coming not too long from now.

But then when they hit the third floor, the doors opened again, and Korra reluctantly took the responsibility to pull away. A middle-aged man stepped in, and he was still wearing his 'Make America Great Again'-hat. He raised an eyebrow at the state of them, but didn't say anything. Fortunately, he only had to go up to the sixth floor, where he left them alone again. As soon as the doors closed though, Korra and Asami looked at each other, and burst out laughing.

"Well, that wasn't awkward at all," Korra laughed.

-"I'm guessing he saw you have something on your mouth."

The athlete turned to look at herself in the mirror, seeing that there was indeed dark red lipstick smudged all over and around her lips. "Gee, I wonder who put it there. Besides, there is only one thing in this elevator that I actually want on my mouth," she smirked while waggling her eyebrows.

Asami chuckled. "Sap," she playfully bit back, but did embrace Korra again to kiss her without being afraid. Luckily, the elevator made a straight shot to the 22nd floor this time around, and soon enough, they stumbled back into their suite. Korra threw the bag of toys onto the bed, while Asami proudly displayed their marriage certificate on a side-table in the living room, and she also put the flyer of tattoo after care next to it.

They both quickly rid themselves of shoes and Asami of her jacket before embracing the other again. It was Korra who pulled them into a messy yet satisfying kiss, all the while pushing her wife towards their bed.

This. This was exactly what the athlete had been longing for over the past six years. Nothing Asami did felt wrong or unnatural. They just fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a jigsaw. She was warm, and her awful pink T-shirt accentuated her slender build. Her black skinny jeans emphasized how long her legs were. Her kisses were messy yet thoughtful. Her hands certain yet soft. If there was ever anyone Korra wanted to share her bed with, it was this woman.

Just before they reached the bed, the athlete gave Asami an extra shove, making her fall back. They didn't stay separated for long though, as Korra quickly straddled her wife, fiercely kissing her while lying on top of her. Your favorite place to be, outside of maybe 'between her legs'.

Much to Korra's surprise though, Asami took control for a bit, wrapping her arms around the athlete and rolling them over. This, however, did not go as planned.

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