Hey, guys, trying some Korrasami one-shots. All different time frames and different character POVs. Prompts are welcome- no promises, though ;) Let me know if I should put this in my fic titled "Coming Home". It needs more Korrasami.
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{Asami learns quickly that she can't always have what she wants the most, and that sometimes, patience is futile.}
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It's while Korra and him are still together that her feelings linger and expand, curiosity and doubt setting in and rolling in her stomach at the sight of the two of them, a sensation foreign to her senses.
She is alert; she watches, and waits, and tests herself to see where these emotions are coming from. It's like her center has been thrown off, replaced with an invisible string tugging her in a direction she's never known before. It's Korra's laughter making her laugh, and the sight of Korra's wet skin shrugging into her underthings after a shower that sends her own skin crawling with goosebumps. It's the way the girl's hair falls when she pulls it out of her ponytails, and Korra's unconditional kindness when she says her name. It's private 'girl talks' by candle light and Asami longing to hear her say her name again, and again. It's slow, but builds gradually over time, until Mako's lips no longer have the permission to join with Korra's, and Asami finds herself kept up at night wondering how the Avatar's lips would taste against her own.
It takes a while for her to place these feelings with a name, and even longer to stop the denial running through her, and admit they are directed at Korra, of all people.
But, before she can find it in herself to speak these words out loud, they are deep in the Earth Kingdom, fighting bandits and (Asami had admitted to herself that maybe being alone together in the airship while on the run from crazy criminals was not the best time to try to talk to Korra about her feelings, but it had been so hard to not to blush with Korra sparring against her the day before,)...well, they had more important things to worry about.
It's battles, and fights, and planning, and hostage taking. It's Korra sacrificing herself for the Air Nation and nearly dying in her father's arms that Asami knows she's too late now. Korra goes to a place that no one can follow in those upcoming weeks, her body numb and prone in the metal chair, and it's all Asami can do not to break out and cry and kiss Korra right then and there.
She offers to go to the Southern Water Tribe with her. She wants nothing more than to be by Korra's side while she's suffering, but it's I'll only be gone for a couple of weeks.
It's weeks that turn into months, and the months fall from her calender like a twist in her gut.
Asami learns quickly that she can't always have what she wants the most, and that sometimes, patience is futile. Asami has nearly everything she wants, but not the one things she desperately needs. She's lived in this City her whole life, and it's bussier than ever. It's great. It's amazing, and terrific. Nothing could be better.
It's just Korra who is missing.
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She's not proud of it, but staff parties and galas get very lonely without someone to talk to, and more often than not, Asami finds herself wandering over to the bar and perching on a stool like a cat looking for its prey. It's a year without Korra, and she's picking up bad habits. Mako smokes once in a while, but she never could enjoy the taste of smoke in her mouth. So she taps her manicured nails on the table top and waits to be served. Tonight the taste of her wine is bland in her mouth and she swirls her drink around in her glass, and really, she's hoping to avoid anyone who knows her.
A little pity party never hurt anyone.
She watches her employees drift home tired and drunk, back to wives and parents and children, and she kicks her heels off and sips her drink with a frown.
It's laughter that catches her attention, really. Maybe because most people were too drunk now to be laughing and were mostly into the sleepwalk-and-bump-into-everything faze of stupor that Asami couldn't help but smirk at a bit.
Asami looks across the dark room to see a woman poking a manicured finger into one of Reiko's guard's chest, and the woman's laughing at him, showing pearly white teeth. The beefy man looks uncomfortable, and he steps away from her. The woman looks vaguely familiar, but Asami can't pinpoint her in her slightly- alcoholic haze.
The woman must notice Asami studying her, and their gazes lock across the room; ember to emerald. The shape of her eyes reminds her of Korra's, the same curiosity shining through. The woman's brows go up, a gesture that marks curiosity once more, and Asami feels a blush creeping up her cheeks. She turns away and goes back to her drink.
Just as she's swallowing, she sees the woman approach her, cutting through the crowd like a parting sea. Asami nearly chocks on her wine, her hand going up to put a napkin to her mouth.
"So," the voice peers by the stool next to her, "You're the famous Miss. Sato I've heard about,"
And Asami doesn't know what to say to that, so she clears her throat and nods. "That's me. Call me Asami," She holds out her hand to shake, and the lady's hand is firm and cool to the touch. Korra's were always warm, she thinks, and calloused. Up close Asami can tell she's actually very young, probably only a few years older than her.
"Fina," she introduces herself. "What's a young woman like yourself doing sitting all alone?" Her lips curl up, showing interest. She takes a swing of her drink and Asami watches the liquid go down her throat.
"Oh," Asami sputters, "I was-I was just finishing up. I should really get going..."
"These events are so dull, aren't they? All these men congratulating each other, and us woman get none of the credit. Am I right?" She laughs deeply again. Asami laughs with her.
Fina leans over and puts a clammy hand on Asami's shoulder that's just a little too close to her boob for Asami's taste. "Wanna blow this joint?" she whispers. Asami can smell smoke on her breath.
Hesitating, she stares at the other girl's lips, her white teeth. Asami shivers. It's been so long.
And her eyes, so like Korra's and so different, searching her own, daring her to object.
It's been so long. Asami can't wait forever.
Asami finishes her glass in one last big gulp and smirks devilishly. "Let me just grab my purse,"
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She trails Fina in the dark, her own hand clutching her's tightly, the other dangling her heels from her fingers. It's both thrilling and nerve-wracking all at once, the way Fina's bed morphs to her body. The sheets and pillows memorizing her curves like they know she wants to come back. The first kiss had taken her by surprise; the sheer blaze of it, as Fina's teeth bit her lip.
The last time she had done this it had been with Mako over three years ago. She remembers the way his muscles had warmed her body, his inner fire cocooning her in a layer of heat. They had been young, desprete, lonely. Asami wonders, as Fina's pale breasts hang above her, what's she's supposed to do with them. Her father had never gave her talks about when she went out with a woman. How the similarities, the same parts that Asami looked at every day in the mirror, caressed in the bathtub on silent nights, could look so foreign up close. But really, she thinks about what's changed about her and what's stayed the same. She still feels sad, and angry. She's as lonely and desperate as she's ever been and Korra's not here to comfort her. Somewhere along the line, men stopped causing her heart to race and woman took the place of her interest. All that's different is the shape, she concludes. Fina is not warm like Mako, not protective. She is not loyal and selfless and loving like Korra. But she's here, and open for her. She's like a new toy and Asami's curious as to how to play. She's desperate and never been into labels, but as this woman moans and Asami sucks on her breasts, she starts to wonder, if briefly, these feelings have been their all along. It's just Korra who is missing.
It's just Korra who is missing.
Asami hisses when her ear lope gets snagged, and lets Fina work on her. The plumpness of her breasts, the heat from down below. It's just as she's getting close to climax does Fina whisper in her ear.
"I like how you play, Miss. Sato,"
"Asami," she corrects, saying her name breathlessly.
"Do you always take someone home from parties?" Fina's breath is hot in her ear and Asami grits her teeth.
"Mostly just hangovers," She admits, the heat rising from her cheeks. She moans in bliss and Fina chuckles.
"Such a shame," Fina lets her come uo for air. "Showing guests your home is half the fun,"
Asami pushes her lips into the crook of Fina's neck. "Who says we can't keep making our own fun?"
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Asami wakes up all wrong. She's alone, for one thing. She's not sure how she feels about that, to be honest, being that it's Fina's place. Everything aches in the wrong places. She stretches, and runs a hand through her hair. That's when she notices the note on the side table. The scribbled handwriting on the card could belong to no other.
Morning-
Sorry about the cold bed. Had to go to work early. Shower and kitchen are all yours.
Had an amazing time last night. We make good fun together. How about we do it again some time? Call me back.
-Fina
Asami looks at the number scrawled below and tears spring to her eyes. She doesn't know why, though. She wishes she did, but really, she doesn't.
She springs from the bed, and tugs her clothes on. She out the door five minutes later and has no intention of going to her own work.
She gets home and showers until all traces of the woman are off of her. Korra never liked lilacs, anyway.
Curled up in her bed later, with fresh pajamas on at half past twelve in the afternoon, she finds herself looking out the window into the shining lights of the City and Yue Bay reflecting back at her. Her phone rings for the forth time, but she can't find the energy to hear her secretaries ask why she's not at work when clearly she was absolutely fine last night.
A breeze wafts through the open window and into the room, sending her curtains flowing and kissing her flushed cheeks.
"Oh, Korra. Where are you?"
Please come home.