Having just finished folding her laundry, Kuvira's eyebrows furrowed, finding her underwear drawer lacking, containing only a handful of briefs and two sets of panties. Knowing that when she moved in with Lin she brought over a significant amount of clothing, with no short amount of scowls and griping from the police chief, Kuvira searched their bedroom for any missing articles. After dumping out the hampers, checking under the bed, and happening upon a pair in the kitchen, she threw what she could find on the comforter. Tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek, Kuvira stood, hands on her hips as she let out a huff.
Each pair of underwear she found, regardless of type, had been ravaged. Some were hopelessly torn and frayed and in others the elastic band was comically stretched. Kuvira plucked the remains of a silky, green set, reminded of a particular night, one with Lin's rough, calloused hands mauling her breasts, her hot tongue across the back of her ear, and her tearing off Kuvira's silky, green panties with her teeth.
Lin's proclivity for a quick and messy fuck was a trait that left Kuvira thrilled in the beginning of their relationship. From midday meetings in Zaofu to getting bent over the chief's desk on her trips to Republic City, Kuvira had always been grateful for Lin's ability to dole out spine-numbing pleasure in an efficient manner, allowing Kuvira to relish in an orgasm and be on her way. So what if one facet of her efficient strategy was to tear Kuvira's clothing apart, metal and cloth alike? If anyone were ever to question her disheveled appearance, which a fierce glare ordinarily quelled, then a simple "training with Chief Beifong" would have to suffice, no matter if the training was supposedly happening in a distant interrogation room and even if the training left the metalbending prodigy reeking of something more than sweat and covered in discrete love bites. The veteran metalbender would seldom let her emotional side peek through, but when it did her movements became much more languid and tender, and while appreciative of the woman's breadth, their rapid couplings would always be dear to Kuvira.
However, no matter how tempting the barbaric behavior was in a moment of passion, post-coitus Kuvira would still like to keep the bulk of her wardrobe intact. Lin's urge to wreak havoc on her clothing had to stopped, well, at the very least tampered down. Twirling the shredded green cloth between her fingers, Kuvira was struck with an idea. Smirking, Kuvira let the remnants fall back on the bed, and pursed her lips as she outlined a lesson for her passionate and destructive lover.
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Kuvira stayed focused on her book as she felt Lin's pulse nearing the apartment. As the lock clicked open and the older metalbender stepped into the living room, Kuvira took a sip from the wine glass beside her and kept her eyes on her book and only acknowledged her lover verbally as she turned to the next page. When the chief didn't respond, Kuvira flicked her eyes to Lin whose eyes were darting between the coffee table, which currently hosted several pairs of Kuvira's former panties, and Kuvira, more specifically Kuvira's exposed sex as she sat with her legs spread wide on the couch.
"Would you care to explain all this?" Lin asks gesturing towards the scene before her.
Turning back to her book, Kuvira simply said, "All this ruined underwear is your doing." Her eyes glanced above the text as she heard Lin step closer to the table, and saw her pick up a stretched pair of briefs. The chief's lips pursed as she examined the remains, no doubt recalling her destruction of the cloth.
"I never heard you complain." she accused.
"That was before I realized my underwear supply had been decimated!"
Dropping what remained of the briefs to the table, the gray-haired metalbender at least looked somewhat ashamed and promised to compensate.his caused Kuvira to put down her book to look Lin in the eye, unimpressed.
"And how am I to believe the new underwear you buy me won't be ruined as well?"
With a flick of her wrist, Kuvira bent off the older woman's armor, leaving her in her lightly soiled tank top and baggy pants. Lin slowly approached Kuvira as she was beckoned over and with a gentle push knelt before the metalbending prodigy.
"Well, when you're going commando you don't have to worry much about that." Lin chuckled to herself.
Kuvira took her hands to Lin's soft, silver curls, tousling and messing them up. As Lin's eyes fluttered, Kuvira other hand ghosted across her lover's sharp cheekbones and soft nose, dragging her thumb downward and pressing it against her moist tongue, pushing until it popped into the wet heat of Lin's mouth prompting a sigh from the chief. Kuvira bit her lip, suppressing a moan as she felt Lin caress her calves, squeezing the muscle she found. Once Lin's hands neared Kuvira's thighs however, the prodigy tugged the chief's head back, demanding attention.
As Lin was about to speak, Kuvira held up her hand to stop her. "I do not intend to leave bare when there is a much better solution. A solution that involves you learning a lesson."
Kuvira couldn't help but chuckle at Lin's cocked eyebrow, her defiance showing through in spite of her compromising position.
"You have one of two options," Kuvira clarified. "Lesson one entails you finding and personally mending every piece of underwear that you've destroyed over the past few months, or..." Licking her lips, Kuvira took her free hand and ran her thumb over Lin's gasping lips while the rest of her fingers pressing into the chief's pulsing neck.
"Or you can be my underwear. Specifically this gorgeous mouth of yours." The whites of Lin's eyes widen as she inhaled against Kuvira's thumb, leaving a moist chill on the pad. The chief's pulse thudded impossibly faster against the prodigy's fingers, causing her exposed sex to wetten. The dominant, terrifying Chief Beifong wanting in the palm of Kuvira's hand never failed to excite her.
