problematicfemslash | prompts 26/27: legend of korra, korra/kuvira, my borderline

Title: my borderline
Fandom: legend of korra
Relationships: korra/kuvira
Warnings: subtle references to trauma, i guess
Medium: text/fic
Prompt(s): fruit, succumb

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Kuvira bites into the apple harshly. Korra glances at her, watches her open-mouthed chewing, stares at her blood-stained teeth. She hopes the acidic juice makes the blood in her mouth sting more.

Even after Korra hit her in the face, even after Korra got up and paced, put her hands to her head and grabbed and pulled at her hair until she felt parts of it rip out, until she let the small clumps fall to the floor and try to catch her breath while fetching the food she brought in for Kuvira in lieu of the guards, even through all of that, Kuvira still smiles. It's open-mouthed, all teeth and ugliness, and Kuvira embraces it, as she bites into the apple again, chews and spits blood out and turns the bitten half of the apple towards Korra so she could see the transferred blood stains in it.

Kuvira's stayed slouched against the wall this whole time, while Korra's gotten up and walked herself in circles to the point of dizziness and no less frustration let out than she had beforehand. She's jittery, annoyed, still aching as she always is when she visits this woman.

"This apple isn't too bad," Kuvira says while chewing. Korra thinks it has to be on purpose, her talking with her mouth open; after all, there's no way she was raised that way. After all, there's no way Kuvira wouldn't take the chance to let her own ugliness bleed into Korra. "Compared to the crap they give me, at least. The fruit is good when it isn't rotten," Kuvira continues.

Between every visit, Korra feels herself changing. Asami asks if she's okay, how her attempts at getting through to Kuvira are going. Korra never gives an honest answer; it's always steeled smiles and made-up reassurances.

It kills her, how not knowing the truth — how knowing Korra is lying to her — must hurt Asami. She doesn't think about how much more Asami would hurt if she found out what went on behind the cell's stony doors.

Korra uncrosses her legs, pushes her elbows behind her, and lays on the floor. She stares at the ceiling. Tries to push every thought of Asami, the image of her all teary and betrayed, out of her mind.

"It's not very comfortable there," Kuvira says after a moment. Her voice is clearer; she must've finished the apple. Shortly after that thought, Korra hears a chain rattle, and sees an apple core fly across the room, hitting the floor unceremoniously.

"My ass digs into it every time I'm here, Kuvira, I think I would know by now," Korra says, rolling her eyes. She lifts a hand to her head, leans into it as she turns on her side.

Kuvira responds by scooting closer; Korra hears it from the chains, but more than that, feels it in the earth beneath them. She's sure Kuvira does too; it's second nature for them, to feel before they think.

She feels, then hears Kuvira lean forward, rest her arms on Korra's legs, until Korra feels her press her face into her arms, and subsequently Korra's legs. Korra turns her head, side-eyes Kuvira. From here, Kuvira looks almost passive.

"What are you doing?" Korra says, but there's no grit to it, this time. The ache in her lessens, but it's still there, still familiar, still waiting to wrench back up and come out and through her by any means.

Kuvira closes her eyes and sighs. Her eyebrows relax.

"Despite everything," Kuvira starts, and her tone is light, almost resigned, "you've made me this way," she says, resting her head on Korra.

The position must hurt her back, Korra thinks, but, as she lays on the ground, she's sure that Kuvira is used to the feeling. Used to a lot of things at this point, probably.

They stay like that for a while; Korra feels, then hears Kuvira's breathing, heavy and loud, a slight wheeze in the woman's chest like shock-waves through Korra. In return, Korra tilts her head back towards the ceiling, lets the hanging light of the cell pierce her eyes until she's forced to squint.

A while turns into something longer; Korra loses track, and eventually, she finds herself dozing off, but not before feeling, then hearing the way Kuvira's breath slows in tandem. She forces herself to stay lucid until Kuvira's eyes slide shut and her breathing evens out.

Korra wakes up with a jolt. There's something electric in her bones and she has to get it out before something happens, before everything crashes down again, before she's found and wrenched away from where she is and forced back to wide-eyed nonstop moving and motion and forced to keep going until she can't anymore, and she looks up, and Kuvira is still on her, mouth half-open and drooling a stain into Korra's pants.

The sight doesn't do much for her. At any other time, Korra would either laugh, or grin something ugly, or feel something akin to satisfaction twist up and through her at the sight. But right now, bleary-eyed yet shock-still, she simply stares at the relaxed Kuvira, slumped over her in a way that's probably grown even more painful but never something Kuvira couldn't live with.

Korra feels a little more forgiving, right now, despite the electricity within her itching for release. She lets the other woman sleep, but stares at her, the way her jaw slacks open, her eyes shut and unwrinkled. She feels the drool stain seeping into her leg, and at the sight of the woman's teeth, she fleetingly wonders how much of Kuvira's spit is mixed in with her drool.

Korra feels forgiving, right now, but, she's changed, she's spilled this woman's blood and let this woman bruise her back and let so much of Kuvira into her that she can't help but spread a leg open ever so slightly and slide a hand down her pants.

She forces herself to be quiet, forces herself to stay as still as possible, almost as if it's a challenge. She bites her lip, finds herself excited by how suggestive she must look, and then she focuses on Kuvira and her slack jaw again and feels that same electricity again but pooling further down as she strokes herself with two fingers.

The bruise on her shoulder from when Kuvira kissed her hours and hours ago, chains clattering as she gripped Korra and Korra bruised her back and forced her forward with one thumb and threatened her in one sentence, oh it aches, but Korra feels that ache and something more, and it's the same ache she always feels but different and finally something she can handle, something she can control, just in her grasp, and at that thought, and the pressure on her lower half felt before one more stolen glance at a sleeping Kuvira putting that pressure on her, Korra's leg spasms and she cums like the innocent teenage virgin she was for all those years until she went to the city and got fucked in the head by all the crazies she ran into. One after another, all of them, until this one wormed her way into her head and between her legs.

Korra almost laughs at that final thought, and bites down on her lip enough to bleed to stop herself.

Kuvira's head rises and Korra smiles something ugly as she meets her gaze.

In return, Kuvira, drowsy yet concentrated on the site before her, matches Korra with a grin of her own. It's all teeth and Korra sees those same blood stains now dried.

"Having fun without me?"

"Like you deserve to have fun," Korra says, and it's mean but her tone is light. Kuvira chuckles, her head tilting down but her eyes dark and still fixed on Korra, who still has a hand down her pants.

"You think I don't deserve it, and yet, you always end up sharing some of your fun with me," Kuvira says, before shifting to her knees. Korra feels, then hears a chained hand move up and grip the edge of her pants, and feels, then hears them tug down and down and Korra moves to give Kuvira enough slack to fully pull them down.

Korra sits up then, pants around her ankles, and at the sight of Kuvira on her knees like this, smiling as if she's in full control, smiling with the knowledge that Korra's out of her damn mind and finally succumbing to her special brand of cruelty and debauchery, Korra pulls her hand out from her pants and presses her cum-stained fingers into Kuvira's jaw.

Kuvira doesn't open her mouth for her; at that, Korra smiles, and with her free hand, she pushes Kuvira against the wall, slides her hand down, and pushes Kuvira's leg to the side.

Korra thinks about the apple again, the crunch of it as Kuvira bit into it, the interior blood stains Kuvira let her see. Korra wants to feel, then hear that crunch again, maybe even try— taste it for herself.

She presses her wet fingers into Kuvira's cheek harder and, feeling dizzy, kisses her enough to bruise.