It was a cold, rainy afternoon. Actually, it'd been a cold and rainy morning too. From the weather report, Korra was looking at a cold and rainy evening to go with it.
But right now, she was setting up her easel and paper in her art class. She'd always loved to draw, and when the extra-curricular activity popped up at her college, she'd signed up right away. It wasn't as easy as she'd hoped it would be, but you can't learn without making a few mistakes.
Today they would be drawing models for the first time - real life people, other students at Republic U. They would start with one person, and as the lessons carried on, move onto groups.
Everyone was finally set up in a wide circle, and the professor (Ms Su Beifong) waited until everyone was settled and paying attention, as she always did.
"Are we sitting comfortably?" She asked, hint of a smile on her face, "Then let's begin." The door opened, and in stepped a blushing young woman walked in barefoot, a robe hanging loosely over her body, clutched together in front.
Korra had never seen a girl more beautiful. They had to be about the same age, and Korra could not take her eyes off of her.
The woman stood dead center of the circle, waiting for Ms Beifong's cue.
"This is Miss Asami Sato," She began. "Our first model of the week. Are we ready, Miss Sato?"
The girl was blushing quite brightly, but nodded anyway. Ms Beifong gave a gentle wave of her hand as she exited the circle, and-
Holy shit. The robe fell to the floor. Korra's pencil nearly did, too. Asami cleared her throat, shook her head a little, and struck her pose.
Her feet were planted shoulder width apart, her hands resting on her hips, her back straight and her head held high, looking more confident than she had when she'd entered - Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman, naked, in front of twenty people about to draw her.
Everyone else got started, but Korra continued to stare for a moment, wondering where on earth she could begin.
How was she supposed to draw a body that perfect, that incredible? No pencil of hers could ever capture the confident shine in Asami's eyes; the little bumps that indicated her abs were refined; the smooth, gentle curve of her breasts - or the way the silk pooled at her feet managed to reflect her-
Well, y'know.
Korra was the one who was blushing, now. A lump in her throat made itself obvious and she chugged from her bottle of water to make it disappear.
Finally, she chose a pencil and got started.
Asami pursed her lips to hold back a smile - she could feel one person's gaze on her lingering longer than everyone else's, and shuddered a little because of the chill in the room.
The chill. Uh oh. It was freezing. And there she stood, whole body on show, goosebumps forming from the cold and she chanced a glance downwards and - yep. Nipples standing to attention like they were saluting the woman she was facing head on - the same woman who'd been staring.
And that same woman had just noticed as well.
Both women were wondering how they'd never encountered each other on campus before - Republic U wasn't exactly a large college. They must have run in such entirely different circles that it had never been a possibility.
Korra noticed that one of the guys behind Asami was giving her a dirty look - no doubt jealous she got to see full frontal naked lady and all he got was back and butt.
Not that Korra didn't want to see that butt- "Miss Senna," Korra jumped a little, "Are you concentrating? You've barely even started," Ms Beifong said sadly. "You're usually the first."
"Uh, sorry, Professor. It's just uh - hard to know where to start today. One of those days, y'know?" She grinned sheepishly, hoping her teacher would understand.
"Well, just try and reel it in," she nodded. "I know beautiful people can be a distraction, but you have to learn to look past that and focus on the art. That's why we're doing this."
Korra nodded, clearing her throat and looking determinedly at the blank canvas in front of her.
An hour later, it was time to disband for lunch.
"Please leave your drawings here," Su began, "Miss Sato and I will be going through them after classes to assess them - you're all welcome to join us at four."
Korra didn't want to go... But she had to go. She had to know what Asami thought of her art. She had to see her again - maybe clothed this time. Maybe.