A/N: Hey guys i decided to go ahead and put this out, this is one of the three ideas I had for a story. I'm not sure if I'll continue, but if I do, be warned there will be angst, laughs and romance and then angst haha. This will be pretty different from my other omegaverse, like very different, but hopefully just as good. Please excuse any typos and Let me know what you guys think
Why is it so hot? Why must we pick a fight with countries that have scorching days and sub-zero nights? I miss my cool refreshing weather all day and night. Korra thinks to herself trudging through the hot desert sand, with over 100 pounds strapped to her person. She looks up at her other 30 comrades all trudging in a line in front and behind her. Nothing but sand, mirages and heat for miles in every direction. They all were dropped off on the outskirts of the red zone, which is dangerous enemy territory. They were forced to walk the rest of the way to where they will set up base for their yearlong tour. After an hours' worth of "marching" they reach a flat surface, almost like a rock floor, it was a bit of an upward climb, but there was no sand.
"ALRIGHT MARINES!" Everyone comes to a stop at their squad leader's orders. "We set up camp here." Everyone sighs with relief. They spend the rest of the afternoon setting up their tents in a large circle around a large camp fire. Korra sets down her automatic rifle, sheds her green bullet prove vest, ammo belt and tan jacket dropping it on her sleeping bag along with her helmet. In her green t shirt and combat pants and boots She leaves her tent and finds an empty spot next to the fire to sit back and relax, reading letters she brought with her from her parents and friends.
"Hey Korra." One of her good friends sits next to her.
"Hey Bolin," Korra continues to look at pictures of her friends they sent without looking up, knowing the beta's scent well. Korra holds the pictures to Bolin for him to look at them with her. Their friends carried cardboard cut outs of her and Bolin and took them everywhere they went for a month, and would take pictures of the places they visited. Korra's favorite was the picture they took in Alaska with her parents and dog, Naga. Another was in New York, in Time's Square, where about 20 strangers stood around their cut outs saluting and two gorgeous girls kissing her cutout's cheeks.
"Why do you always get the hot girls?"
"Because I'm hot," Korra laughs, "Don't worry, there'll be some for you."
"Yea, you're right! I'm handsome!"
"Of course you are Bo'." Their Squad leader takes a seat next to them, taking a swig of a clear liquid in a bottle she was holding before handing it to them. Bolin takes a gulp almost choking immediately.
"This is not water." He gets out between coughs.
"Jesus, Kuv, you trying to kill him?" Kuvira chuckles.
"I thought you guys would want to take the edge off, today sucked."
"Agreed." Korra says taking two big gulp of the stuff. "Hmm, blackberry vodka… still disgusting." Korra takes another gulp before passing it. Both Bolin and Kuvira laugh in agreement. They talk and laugh eating some rations and successfully getting drunk. The sun has taken its leave for the night, when Kuvira puts the bottle away before they got drunk enough for a hangover. Hangovers and marching through sand in 100 degree weather, don't mix. Kuvira looks at her watch, standing up, in a few hours the temperature will drop quickly, and no one wants to be outside of their tents for that.
"ALRIGHT, LIGHTS OUT LADIES!" Kuvira says. Everyone groans moving towards their shared tents. "I know, I know." Korra and Kuvira go to their shared tent and get settled. Korra lays in silence listening for the fire to sizzle out as the cold hits. She stays awake in their warm tent thankful the way they set up their tents kept the heat from the day and from the fire inside. Ever since she's joined the Marines, she's been unable to sleep well and it takes a lot of coaxing on her part before she can finally pull herself to sleep. However tonight all of her attempts haven't proved a success.
"Will you go to sleep already?" Kuvira mumbles.
"I'm trying." Korra whispers back.
"Try harder."
"I can't." Kuvira sighs and slides over to Korra's side of the tent pushing their sleeping bags together.
"Kuvira, you don't have to, I can get to sleep."
"You clearly can't so we are doing this." Kuvira straddles Korra's lap taking off her shirt. "Just make sure you're quiet."
"I should be saying that to you." Kuvira chuckles a bit.
"Whatever." Kuvira and Korra go way back. They met when they were just out of diapers, on a military base in Europe. They did everything together, they went to the same elementary and middle school, both families moved back to the states before they entered high school. They both went through puberty at the same time, while at a sleepover. Korra finding out she was an Alpha and Kuvira a Beta. They enrolled in the same college. They were invited to every party on campus and off campus, and even threw some of the best ones themselves. They were each other's wingman, and had their own bro codes. Their junior year they decided to experiment with each other for shits and giggles, and found it to be fun, and both were thankful for the no strings attached rule. Later both got their diplomas, Korra's in Biology, with a focus in microbiology and immunology, and Kuvira's in politics focusing in law. Although they had promising futures after college, they decided to instead enlist in the Marines together. They have an eternal friendship, which both are grateful for and already have their spots reserved as maid of honor at each other's weddings.
Tonight, however they help each other relax. After some time, both are very naked, and Korra very knocked out. At hearing Korra snore Kuvira shakes her head. Just like old times.
A/N: Don't worry there won't be much Korvira in this story if it continues, but anyway thanks for reading!