Kuvira parked their car, grabbed their bags, and headed for Korra’s apartment. Fall had just begun in Republic City, so as Kuvira approaches the door to Korra building, they tighten their jacket around them, shielding them from the cool fall air.

Korra, as per usual, left

a key under the mat of her door. Kuvira scoops it and let’s themselves into the apartment. Upon entering, Kuvira is greeted with the wonderful scent of Bacon.

“‘Vira is that you?” Korra calls out from the kitchen.

“If it were anyone else, you’d have a problem,” Kuvira jokes

Dropping their bags and following the sound of Korra’s voice into the kitchen.

Korra was dancing around the kitchen in nothing but a large t-shirt. There was a question as to whether she even had underwear on.

She smiles as she makes her way to Kuvira.

“Did you bring the

champagne?” Korra asks, kissing Kuvira quickly and returning to her place at the stove.

“I did,” Kuvira responds, holding up the bottle of champagne. “What exactly are you making?”

“Brinner,” Korra smirks, taking a drag from a blunt she had in her free hand.

She holds it out for Kuvira, and Kuvira hesitantly takes it and begins to inhale.

“The champagne is for mimosas,” Korra clarifies emptying the contents of the pan into a plate.

She brings two plates full of bacon, eggs, and toast to Kuvira. They chat, eat, and smoke as the

night goes on. The intoxication from the weed and mimosa grows. They flirt and kiss, and at some point Korra remembers to bring out the brioche french toast.

As they messily feed each other the brioche, maple syrup finds it way on to Korra’s bare thighs

And Kuvira feels obligate to use their mouth to clean it. Their tongue moves up Korra’s thigh and gets lost in Korra’s folds.

Kuvira lets their tongue settle on Korra’s clit while their fingers slip inside.

Kuvira doesn’t stop even after the third time

Korra came into their mouth and hand. Kuvira was determined to see how far she could push Korra, but Korra was now hungry for something else. She brings Kuvira’s lips to her own, tasting herself and some of the maple syrup still left of Kuvira’s lips.

They change

positions and now it’s Korra’s turn to listen to Kuvira’s moans and repeated versions of ‘fuck, please, yes, and harder.’

Korra lifts her head to look at the clock, and as if destined by the spirits, the clock shown: 00:00.

Korra lets herself up from between Kuvira thighs

And says into Kuvira’s lips, “happy birthday, love.”

Kuvira chuckles just before wrapping their arms around Korra, bringing her closer and holding her there in their arms.

This does not fit a prompt I’m pretty sure but #korviaweek