moonlight punch

legnaangel:

the-miss-asami-sato:

auroralynne:

My first art from Legend Of Korra, Asami Sato. I just can’t not love her. And there she is, all sexy with her fake moustache. Daddy’s little girl.

“What? I’m bored! And tired…”

Asami, flirty dork

The sun was up and so was he. The sunlight was peeking through the window curtains, casting bars of light on the floor and illuminating the little specks of floating dust. He disentangled himself from the limbs that had him pinned down unto the mattress and gets up, not even bothering to put on pants or grab something to cover his nakedness. He stretches, his muscles moving under his skin, and gives out a yawn. He runs his hands through his hair and walks over to the curtains and draws them, shielding his eyes from the sudden brightness. He hears the bedsheets jostle a bit and looks at its general direction, his eyes moving appreciatively over the curves—which were silhouetted by the bright red sheets—of its occupant who was turning around to face him. He smiles and walks toward to bed and sits by her head, grabbing the sheet to cover his lower body.

“Good morning. You sleep well?” He asked.

She closes her eyes, eyelashes casting crescent shadows on her flushed cheeks and gives out small yawn.

“Mmmmm, yes I did.”

He lifts his hand to brush away the hair on her face and runs his finger down her cheek. She covers his hand with hers and turns her head to kiss his palm.

“I had a great time last night.” She breathes into his hand.

He leans forward, grazing her forehead with his lips as he speaks, “So did I.”

She lets go of his hand and sits up, bringing the sheet with her to cover her chest. She wraps her arms around his neck and speaks sensually into his ear. “Put on your pants and go downstairs. Ask the cook if we can have breakfast in my room.”

He gives a breathy laugh and stands, grabbing his pants from off the floor.

He turns her back to her and proceeds to put on his pants. “Okay. Downstairs and down the second hallway, right?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Be right back, Asami.” He walks towards the door and grabs the doorknob. He was already out when she heard her call after him.

“Hey, Mako!”

He peeks his head into the doorway and raises his eyebrows questioningly. She was sitting legs crossed, the sheet concealing her naked torso with a strand of hair playfully placed in between her nose and upper lip. Her lips were puckered while she talked, which elicited a chuckle from him.

“Hurry up and come back to bed.”

WHOOPS I MASAMI’D

(via theangelicwordbender)