Me: When a couple works it just works! You can't deny it Korrasami is a working couple. Femslash is not my forte but…. They just work so good it is impossible to deny. Okay AU!

Incase you are wondering… I do not own the legend of Korra or the teen titans or Halestorm or. Or. Or. Or. Or.

Asami: Are you really going to go on about that?

Me: Well how else am I going to emphasize that I don't own it?

Chapter 1: Contrast

Harmonized violin melodies filled the large old fashioned ballroom, the soft vibrations danced around the tall pillars, elegant chairs and tables alongside the walls and over the polished wooden dancefloor as if flirting with the room's every edge and exposed surface. The music was in contras with the slender tanned man, who was pacing back and fro. Varrick was in his formal light blue water-tribe suit and white dress shirt. His hands in his thick black curls and then dragged them over his face, and then fidget all over again.

Zhu Li, Varrick's wife stood there like a pillar as her gray eyes attentively shifts from her panicked husband to Asami. She was dressed in a dull gray suit with the jacked buttoned up hiding her undershirt. She held her notepad firmly over her forearm ready with the pen in hand to dribble down any solutions in this brainstorming meeting.

Asami sat with her legs crossed on one of the chairs she placed in the middle of the dancefloor. She had her eyes closed as she just focused on each strum she would make and let her left hand's slender fingers move over the four strings. She could feel every vibration flow from within her outwards and fill the room. Escaping reality for just a moment, before she needs to tend to problem at hand.

Varrick's mumbling grew louder as his mind was running over everything the public, the fans, the media everything that just crashed down. "We are going to need something SPECTACULAR for this new launch. Something that will… will…" "Increase Asami's ratings…" Zhu Li finished for him in a deadpan manor. Varrick spun around and pointed his fingers to his wife smiling a frustrated smile as he also bit into his bottom lip trying to withhold himself from screaming…

Again…

"Yesss!" Varrick dragged out on the 's' as he bit down his tongue not shout.. The man was grinding on his teeth and he furrowed his brows together. 'Keep it cool' He chanted in his head. Asami on the other hand just continued to focus on her violin's melody. Varrick snapped his head at the raven haired woman in her chair. Her silky long wavy hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, she was wearing a black school skirt, deep red silk blouse and open black jacked over it. "Ever since last month's incident your ratings took a massive dive! And you're just sitting there calm and collected in you chair and fiddling with your instrument! Wha-, How…" Varrick ranted off again. "We should have offered her more money to keep her big trap shut!" He started pacing again.

"She would have just kept on black mailing us then…" Asami said above her music nonchalant. "Why didn't you just deny it when the press confronted you? Did you do things like that?" Varrick cried out as he picked up speed. Asami just played on without answering him. He walked over to the musician/actress/singer whom had finally opened her eyes.

He dropped dramatically to his knees in front of her. "Why?" He tried to shout but it only passed his mouth with a moaning whimper. Asami stayed unfazed by his pleading blue eyes. "Being bi is not so uncommon for famous people." Zhu Li said desperately trying to cheer her husband up. Asami looked down at her manager and then to her lawyer, making a small nod to Zhu Li.

"Yes… I know." Varrick sighed as he slid down on the floor by Asami's feet and he gripped his black curls. "Asami was my top Christian girl. The famous girl who did everything right. Christians where her targeted fans and now… you're into girls as well!" He gestured his hands towards the raven haired woman still playing on her violin.

He closed his eyes and breathed out heavily. He stared at the ceiling and all the deep engraved gears and mechanical objects. 'Odd…' He thought as he was studying it.

Zhu Li adjusted her glasses and fixed her brown bangs, she saw her husband already being distracted and cleared her throat. She gained both Asami and Varrick's focus as blue and green eyes looked at her. Asami still played her violin. "How about we shoot a contrast music mover?" The lawyer suggested.

Varrick ran with the thoughts in his head and his grin grew and so did his eyes lid up he crawl/ran to his wife and he picked her up and swung her around.

"That's great! We can make a mover of a classic good girl falling in love with a girl who is the total opposite! It will attract a new crowd! And it will be a hit!" He said and set his wife back down, who quickly readjusted her suit, glasses and hair and written down the new idea. "This just might give people insight on the LGBT! We can launch even the idea at the parade… that is in three months!" Varrick was now on a roll running with ideas and places to start.

A new project, a new crowd, a new merchandise! The possibilities were endless!

"And I already have an idea to look for your yang to your yin!" He pointed to Asami who was still playing on her classical instrument. Asami merely turned her eyes to Varrick and raised her eyebrows for him to elaborate. "There is a Hardcore Slam Showdown this up coming week. Where rock bands, metal groups, and all kinds of 'hardcore' people will be playing for the Rock God title, which we will attend." Varrick and Zhu Li winced when Asami let her concentration falter and strummed her violin completely wrong.

'Hardcore! Rock bands? Metal groups?' Asami's mind was pushing her into a panic. She doesn't know that crowd? Her only knowledge of them is from her ex! And then the stereotype stories of sketchy people… and how would she get into the competition? Or even dress to fit in.

"What?" Asami asked baffled looking at her mad manager, trying her best not to show her panic. "You are not going to sign up, relax girl. We'll just get you a full Red VIP ticket." He assured the young woman. "What's a Red VIP ticket?" Asami asked him and she set her violin back into its case. "Well, it just gives you free of passage for anything and everything. You can go backstage and talk to any band, free drinks and you will get the opportunity to live in the house with all of them for the whole week!" Asami's facial features indicated that she wasn't so excited with that.

"How would you even get such a ticket?" Asami asked him curious. "I know the guy who is in charge of the event. Bumi Aang. We go way back. He was a wild rocker in his day, we met at the four nations JAM Camp. A camp where they groom young music lovers-" "I know about JAM Camp." Asami cut him off short.

LOK

Asami was in the limo drive to Bumi's Rock Mansion. It sounded a bit bizarre that this man owned a Rock Island. 'How much does the guy have?' Asami stared at the scene around here. The whole island is like a Rock theme park. It's like Disney world for rockers… anything related to rock, punk and metal. This was certainly, where she would meet her opposite as Varrick had put it. Asami would have never been here in her life.

The limo pulled up to the mansion and it was huge! The driver dropped her off in front of the mansion's doors. They gotten out of the limo and the driver walked to the back to retrieve her bags. "We're here sweetie, hope you enjoy it!" the driver said as he saw her walking up to him and held up a fist to her. Asami awkwardly stared at it for a moment… "Don't leave me hanging girl." He said as he urged her on. Asami made a fist and bumped his. The man smiled at her revealing his teeth and a golden tooth. She gave him an awkward smile back and took her bags from him.

She made her way up the few stairs. Honestly the mansion wasn't that much bigger than her own. She did have a racetrack in her back yard. After her father passed away she gained all his shares in the company, Future Industries. She wasn't allowed by her father's testament to be CEO until she reached the age 25 so she was only allowed to act as a director.

She just had three more years to go so she thought that it could be the perfect seven years to live out another passion of hers besides engineering. She was loaded already. But still the mansion was huge, especially compare to everything on this island.

She took one glance back at the driver and then he drove off, leaving her in front of the huge doors. The large sleek black double doors were in the shape of a guitar. She pushed them open and she was welcomed with an accurate description of a mad house.

All sort of people filled the lobby of the house. To her left she could see many of them outside in the pool and foam everywhere. Musicians and band members and (mascots?) were talking to each other and PARTYING in broad daylight. She took a deep breath and pulled her bag close behind her begging to stay unnoticed…

She didn't.

"Well fuck me sideways…" A man said behind her. Asami's blood felt like ice as she recognized that voice. His voice. The voice of the rock star that dumped her for his fan girls… "Mako." She turned around and sized him up as always his black hair was gelled up with three big spikes. His muscles showed past his white torn sleeveless shirt and signature red scarf around his neck. He wore gray jeans and black strap on boots.

"Looking smart and elegant as always I see." He said with a handsome smile and walked up to hug her. She stiffened by the hug and gave him a pat on his shoulder. It's been years. They dated when she was 17. They were in the same private school. "Thank you… I see you are charming as always." She replied and stepped back out of the hug. She just need to get to her room and fast.

He was about to start up the conversation when she quickly excused herself and took her bags with her to where she hoped to find Bumi. She squeezed herself past many different types of people and was starting to feel really uncomfortable. She just walked through the dining room that looked like a cafeteria just to reach the hall room that was fashioned as a miniature concert arena.

And there was people everywhere she did get odd stares from a few along with a few wolf whistles and rude pick up lines. In a desperate attempt she was looking around for someone who looked like they're in charge… A guy with rainbow spikes ran past her naked. Her eyes grew big and she believed that her heart ceased form working and her breath was gone and not in the good way. Asami turned around on her heel and decided to quickly walk back and take the stairs that was in the front.

There was no way in this or next lifetimes she would be able to unseen that she already just did saw. Her body involuntary shook with disgust or shock… she wasn't certain.

Once up stairs she walked into a massive playroom. She saw pong tables setup with beer every here and there. Someone bumped into her and gave her a drunken apology and stumbled away. Her eyes was the size of saucers. It's not even 11h00 and someone is already that drunk! This place was definitely in total contras to her normal hangout functions and events. This was going to be a horrible week. She sighed. She was going to kill Varrick for doing this to her.

Asami was bumped again on her right side, the massive guy turned around laughing. He met her eyes and gave her a drunken smile. "Sup principal?" He nodded his head attempting to be irresistible and failed horribly as he leaned on her for support. He was about to kiss her when she quickly moved out of the way shoving him off her.

Her heart was rushing and she was growing extremely agitated and slightly aggressive. Again someone bumped into her, a woman with a blue Mohawk. The woman didn't even apologize she just stared at someone else. "Imma gonna fucking fuck you up skinny ass bitch!" The blue haired woman shouted and you could see her face was red of anger. Asami's face was a blank expression and taken aback.

She mouth 'what the fuck'. She isn't someone who swears a lot but there was no other phrase that could describe this whole ordeal. She decide the safest way to travel is to stay close to the wall. She glanced to far end of the hall and calculated a safe route along the wall until… she marked up there is a trail of couples making out. One was even grinding herself against whoever was grabbing on her ass. Asami closed her eyes and sighed again.

She suddenly felt body heat very close to her own face and a smacking sound that made her eyes shot open. She was met with a muscular blue covered forearm holding a football. "Close one Red." It was a female's voice. The arm moved away and shot the ball back like a cannon to where ever it came from. She could hear a few 'Ooh's' in that distance. Asami looked at the shorter woman before her.

Rough dark medium long brown hair in a ponytail in the back and two going down in the front framing a slight cute heart shaped tanned face and in contrast, crystal blue eyes and a striking bright white debonair grin. First time she felt somewhat at ease with all that was going on from the moment she walked through the doors of this madhouse. Her mind was blown by that grin and the bright eyes of her 'savior'. The girl wore a fitting blue water-tribe fighting shirt with a long dark blue jean. She had a blue tribal band around her right bicep.

Which was surprisingly muscular for a girl…

Asami shook her thoughts back to reality. "Thank you." She said still fighting her mind to continue for her quest for Bumi but she just could not tear herself away from this tribal girl's presence.

"Need some help finding a room to crash?" The girl in blue asked her as she referred to Asami's bags. Asami looked at her bag she's been rolling behind her and the one she had swung over her shoulder. "I don't suppose you know where Bumi might be?" She almost sighed again out of hopelessness. "What the King of the castle? He is out with his crew at the Rock Dome." She said and gave her again that irresistible grin. "What do you wanna do with him? You don't look like much the typical rocker chick." She asked Asami.

Asami readjusted her hand on her bag's handle. "Is it that obvious?" She retorted with a chuckle. "Yeah. Pretty much. You look like the red sophisticated duchess of the Fire nation." The girl barked a laugh. "I'm Korra by the way." She gave her hand to Asami. Asami let go of her grip on her handle and dried her hand quickly on her red and grey checkered skirt and took Korra's hand.

"Asami." She shook the strong and yet soft hand, lingering by the touch that ran a spark in her bloodstream. Korra grinned again at Asami. Asami felt like this girl knew something that she didn't. "I know who you are." Korra said to Asami which did surprise the latter. Korra must have seen it on her facial expression. "Bumi is my uncle, he said that you will get the room next to mine on the third floor." The girl stood there waiting for Asami's reply and stealthily looked her up and down.

"Oh thank goodness." Asami released a breath. "Lead the way Korra." Korra smiled again, took one bag from Asami, and lead the way through the crowd. Asami was about to protest and Korra waved her off and walked on. "I looks like you've been dragging these bags for quite a while. Come on Red."

They walked up another case of stairs passing people and trying not to get bumped into. Korra was stealing glances at the 'classic' the girl next to her. Her hair was long and flow as she walked. It was even more enchanting than from afar in her concerts and pictures.

She wore a blood red blouse and a gray pullover sleeveless jacket, a red and gray-checkered mini skirt, fishnet stockings and fancy black flats. Korra looked at the flats again and then rushed her eyes up the long endless legs up past her fine middle small bust and back to her flawless ivory face and bright emerald green eyes. Korra looked up to her again and realized she was taller than she was. 'Damm' The water tribal girl cursed in her head.

"So, what's a beautiful classic Christian icon doing here on Rock Island?" Korra asked the woman next to her. Asami flipped her head in surprise making her hair bounce as she did. Korra bit on her lower lip as she noticed it, then she blushed slightly as her eyes was captivated by those green emeralds. 'Keep it cool, Korra.' She chanted in her head.

"How do you know?" Asami asked stunned. Korra laughed again. "It's not like you're not famous. Come on, Asami Sato heiress to Future Industries, Christian Icon girl from Varrick's movers and classical musician. You're major!" Korra said trying to play it cool however, she slipped up with the last part. "Yeah… but I wouldn't have thought that rockers would know…" Asami said still a little stunned. "I'm more than a metal-head" Korra said and scanned over the hallway. The third floor was less crowded.

She needed to keep herself in control, she didn't want this girl to know that she is her star-crush… Pema, her godmother, made her go to Asami's concert, when Korra heard the way Asami played she was amazed. Nobody knew her little secret. Korra the hardcore rock/martial artist actually like classic violin music. Asami's violin was a large part to Korra's healing.

"I know that now…" Asami said softly. Korra looked up to her again, this girl almost looked sad. Asami saw the look in Korra's eyes and smiled softly. "The latest news now is that I lost my Christian title…" She explained to Korra. "Yeah, the bi thing… I heard, quite a shocker… So how did that girl knew?- if you don't mind me asking." Korra quickly added. Asami chuckled. Korra liked the sound of that.

"It was… she was one of my supposedly friends, Kuvira, it takes two to tangle." Asami said and glanced a look to the shorter girl. "You don't think it's weird do you?" She asked as she saw the blue eyes quickly jumped up to meet her own.

"Uh- no. You could make any girl doubt her own orientation…" Korra groaned inward at her statement. "I meant, it's not weird." She gave the raven haired woman nervous smile and looked to ending of the hall way. Almost there…

There was an odd silence for a moment. Asami readjust her grip on her handle. Korra was nice enough to offer to carry her other bag. "How about you? Are you a straight shot, a curve ball or a double edge sword?" Asami grinned at the girl's blushed cheeks. "Interesting tags." Korra laughed. Asami waited for an answer.

Korra looked up in her eyes and blushed again looking away. 'Gosh, what is woman doing to me, I hardly blush… ever and here I am imitating a tomato.' Again her blue eyes met green ones. Asami raised her eyebrow expectantly. "I guess you say I am bi-curious…?" Korra said making her answered sound like a question. Asami smiled at her knowingly. "How old are you by the way?" Asami asked.

"Can I be honest with you?" Korra asked as she looked at Asami seriously. Asami smiled baffled and nodded her head. "My ID card says I'm turning twenty-two…" She trailed off "But I'm actually turning 19 this Friday." Korra said. Asami looked at her, and laughed. She looked at her again this time her eyes went wide. "You're not joking…" She said as she looked at the younger girl. She did look young enough. Shocked. "How is that possible?"

Korra moved her hand so that is looked like she was telling her a secret for no one to hear even though there wasn't anyone close by. "My dad made a mistake when he registered my birth date..." She whispered to Asami. "But I'm not complaining, I mean I can do anything an adult can." She stuck out her tongue. Asami chuckled again.

Well here is your room Korra took out a key from her jean pocket and unlock the door. "I had to lock it or somebody would have dumped their things in here." Korra explained as she opened the door and gestured for Asami to enter. Asami pulled her bag up to the foot of the bed and turned around to Korra. "Thank you, you can just put the bag on the bed." Asami gestured to the bag Korra was holding. The younger girl did as she was told.

"Well okay, you can settle in and join the party down stairs if you are up for it and uh…" Korra jerked her thumb to the direction where her room was. "My room is just here if you need anything and oh yes… give me your phone." Korra held out her hand to Asami. She gave her phone to the water tribal woman. Korra punched in her number and gave back her phone. "You can call me whenever if you might get lost or anything…" Korra shuffled her feet a bit and then slowly walking backwards. "So uh… see you around Red." She flashed her debonair smile and walked back down the hall.

Asami stood in her room for a moment and stare at the empty space where the younger girl just stood before. She didn't really know how to hang out with this group of people and she was feeling a bit out of sorts. She though if she could hang out with Korra. She quickly ran out and saw Korra a good length away. "Korra!" Asami raised her voice and was please at the quick response she got when the younger girl turned around grinning.

She locked her door "Wait up…" She looked up, when she was done, she saw Korra standing before her just a few steps away. She was surprised that Korra had walked back and so fast.

"I was hoping if you could show me around and maybe I don't know teach me how to 'rock' with the people." Asami asked as she fiddled with her key in her hand. "Sure I'll show you if…" Asami nodded her head. "If?" She asked for the upcoming condition.

"If you would tell me what are you doing here?" Korra played with her eyebrows making the older girl grinning. "You thought I forgot that hey?" Korra said and she stuck out the little tip of her tongue again.

"If you stick that tongue out for me again I'm going to bite it." Asami pointed to the little wet pinkish muscle. Korra quickly slipped back her tongue and pouted. "I'm doing a bit of research for a new mover we're working on." She said while they walked back to the lower level. "Oh and what's it about?" Korra asked always the curious monkey.

"About a girl falling in love with another girl." Asami said plainly. "Oh just like that? There's gotta be more to it. Come on Red…" Korra whined. Asami laughed at Korra's youthfulness... "Okay, so it will be a girl like me falling in love with a girl like…" She looked at Korra and an idea sparked in her head. "A rock star girl." Korra's eyes lid up. "I am a rock star. I play with the Fire Ferrets." She pointed her thumbs to herself.

Asami stopped in her tracks… The Fire Ferrets… that's Mako's band. "I didn't know they had a girl in their group?" Asami asked surprised. "I know of Mako the guitarist and Bolin the drummer and I think they had a guy named Hasook who was the lead vocalist." She said as she recalled the band. She knew years ago. "Yeah, Hasook quitted the team three months before they gotten invited to play for the audition for the Rock God finals, I joined them just in the nick of time. How do you know them?" She asked the taller woman. "I dated Mako five years before we broke up because of his fan girls." She said nonchalantly.

Korra laughed a little harsh at that. "Guess that's something we both have in common." She looked at Asami's confused facial expression. "I caught him in the bathroom with one, we broke up and almost didn't make the spot in the finals, we made up as friends and now we are rocking the world one show after another." Korra lifted her hands with the rock on sign high above her head.

She had long blue bands over her forearms. Asami tugged at it. "Is this part of your rock on attire?" The girl in question seemed to be put on the spot but quickly recovered. "You can almost call it my second skin." Korra replied with her famous grin.

LOK

It was Thursday night and Asami was in the crowd with screaming fans. The Fire Ferrets just walked on stage. She was trying out what Korra recommended, to experience the feel of being the crowd. She enjoyed being around the water tribal girl and Bolin again and even Mako. She learned a lot of how these people are and think, some were pleasant and some weren't.

And did she learn of the many drinking game that excited…

The lights went out and the stage went quiet. Sarah grabbed hold on Asami's arm as she jumped up and down. One of Mako's flings of the week, she is a nice person all in all, a tad too much of a typical fan girl but not that annoying. Korra's voice boomed though the dome. Stunning Asami.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh,"

The stage lights flickered on and off to add effect to her strong voice.

"I miss the misery!"

Ohho ohho ohoo o-o-o

I've been a mess since you stayed,

I've been a wreck since you changed,

Don't let me get in your way,

I miss the lies and the pain,

The fights that keep us awake-ake-ake

I'm telling you.

Asami heard her rehearsing before but standing in this crowd and hearing her again sounded to much more powerful. She would have never guess that sweet voice would do this what she is on the stage.

I miss the bad things,

The way you hate me,

I miss the screaming,

The way that you blame me!

Miss the phone calls,

When it's your fault,

I miss the late nights,

Don't miss you at all!

I like the kick in the face

And the things you do to me!

I love the way that it hurts!

I don't miss you I miss the misery!

I've tried but I just can't take it, I'd rather fight than just fake it (cause I like it rough),

You know that I've had enough,

I dare ya to call my bluff,

Can't take to much of a good thing,

I'm tellin you!

I miss the bad things,

The way you hate me,

I miss the screaming,

The way that you blame me!

Miss the phone calls,

When it's your fault,

I miss the late night,

Don't miss you at ALL!

I like the kick in the face.

And the things you do to me,

I love the way that it hurts!

I don't miss you I miss the misery!

Korra was playing her guitar on fire. The music the band made rocked through the whole dome and made it felt like thunder shaking everything. The vibration shuddering inside everyone's bodies almost overcharging them and making the crowd jumping with the music.

Just know that I'll make you hurt,

(I miss the lies and the pain what you did to me)

When you tell me you'll make it worse (I'd rather fight all night than watch the TV)

I hate that feelin inside

You tell me how hard you'll try

But when we're at our worst

I miss the misery.

I miss the bad things,

The way you hate me,

I miss the screaming,

The way that you blame me!

I miss the rough sex,

Korra tossed her blue chip into the crowd and Asami actually jumped up to catch it!

Leaves me a mess,

I miss the feeling of pains in my chest!

Miss the phone calls,

When it's your fault,

I miss the late night,

Don't miss you at ALL!

I like the kick in the face.

And the things you do to me,

I love the way that it hurts!

I don't miss you I miss the misery!

I don't miss you I miss the misery!

The crowd was jumping and everyone enjoyed the angry song. Asami and Sarah made their move to the back stage to be united with the band. After the concert the bands went back to the mansion to party like rock-stars. This week Asami knew why they used that phrase. These people barely slept at all and would drink non-stop and keep partying for the whole straight week. The last concert will be tomorrow between the last five bands, competing for the Rock God/s title.

Asami was dragged by a drunken Bolin to join the beer pong game. Korra was in the lead and Mako was swaying form side to side. He only gotten two and Korra has one left to go. She closed her eyes and with a smug smile she dunked the ball in his beer cup.

Mako groaned and downed it. The other people around the table cheered and they reset the table. "Who's next against the Avatar!" Korra shouted over the crowd. Bolin push Asami to the opposite side of the Champion. The crowd cheered and whistled for the new opponent.

"You're up Red!" Korra said and she smiled brightly. Asami was never one to let her be bested. She walked up and took the ball out of the beer. She smirked at it. Her two weeks ago would have never had done this. She threw the ball over and dunked it in Korra's cup.

Korra picked it up and downed her beer.

Asami downed and missed.

Asami downed again and hit.

Korra missed, Asami missed.

Asami downed, Korra downed.

Asami downed and missed again.

Asami downed and missed.

Korra missed, Asami missed.

Korra missed and downed.

Asami downed and missed.

Asami couldn't keep her aim anymore but she saw Korra shifting from one leg to the other, her cheeks were red and her eyes drunkenly lidded. She missed again, and to her surprise Korra threw the ball in again. She downed the beer slowly, she placed her hand wide on the table. Her eyes pleaded mercy but her foggy mind refused to give up.

Again she missed and had to down.

The next by luck she got one of Korra's and she downed it. Korra was now pointing to the remanding cups and her finger swayed on and off target. She hit and Asami had to down. Asami threw the ball and hopped before Korra's cup and then… in.

Korra hung her head as she laughed and downed it. She closed her eye holding the ball up. Aiming at Asami's last cup… and she dunked it. Asami let out a defeated cry and downed her losing cup. Korra was crowned the Dunking Queen. "You almost had me there Red…" Korra said with a hiccup. Asami lightly patted her on her cheek and flung her arm over the shorter girl's shoulders.

"Take me to my room please, I fear I might end up next to my ex there on the couch." Asami pointed to a passed out drooling Mako. Korra laughed and hooked her arm around Asami's waist. They had more than enough shooters before the game, Korra was surprised Asami could still function as she did.

They giggled all the way down to the rooms. When they arrived at Asami's door they stumbled into the wall next to the door. Asami laughed as she rested her head against the wall and tried to steady Korra by her shoulders. Korra had one hand on Asami's waist and the other against the wall just like she hit it.

Korra's face was against Asami's stomach as her drunken movement pushed her. She pushed herself back up and gave Asami a bit of her personal space back. Those clouded green eyes looked right through her. Asami giggled and nuzzled her nose against Korra's.

The younger woman blushed deeply. Asami moved her head back and gently sqeezed Korra's cheek. "You are just too adorable." And she rested against the cool wall behind her. Korra got on her toes and leaned in with an inexperienced sloppy kiss on Asami's lips.

The older woman raised up her hands to cup the tanned girl's face to deepen the kiss. They broke away for a breathing moment. "Sorry, I couldn't resist." Korra said timid blushing a deeper shade of red.

Asami took out her bedroom key out of her pocket and Korra back up a bit. As Asami opened the door and walked through, she turned around and looked at the uncertain Korra. There was moment… And Asami indicated with her head for Korra to enter. The shorter girl slowly walked in and Asami closed the door behind her and locked it.

They stood there staring at each other for a moment. Asami walked over to Korra placing a soft peck on her lips and left just enough space between them so they could look in each other's eyes. Korra closed the distance between their lips. She felt the fullness in Asami's red lips and could taste the beer on it still.

This was something entirely new to Korra but somehow everything felt perfect like they were meant for each other, like her spirit knows Asami's and knew just what to do.

Asami's arms moved around her neck and pulled them closer. Her tongue was running over Korra's lips and she slowly parted them for her. Asami's cool tongue was now playing with hers. She could feel butterflies fluttering in her stomach it wasn't until she fell on the bed that she realized that Asami was leading her backwards.

She moved herself over the bed as Asami crawled up back on top of her. Korra pulled Asami tightly to her own body. Welcoming the heated kiss. Korra creased Asami's long black hair and then let her hand run over her back. Asami's thumbs were moving between them searching for the hem of Korra's tribal shirt.

She pulled the shirt over her head breaking the kiss. Asami's forest green eyes lock in Korra's blue ones. Korra bit her lower lip as she was busy to undo Asami's buttoned blouse.

Asami ran her fingers over Korra's fascinating hard abs and saw the electricity she pushed through the shorter woman beneath her if her fingers passed by the v line. She pressed a kiss on Korra's little nose. And she rested her forehead against hers.

"I don't want our first time to be when were drunk." Asami slurred Korra smiled shyly and nodded her head. Asami giggled again and then laid next to Korra. She looked over to her and their eyes locked. Korra rolled on her shoulder facing Asami. Asami winked at her and was rewarded with another blush. She laid out her left arm so Korra could cuddle in.

Asami kissed the top of Korra's head and closed her eyes. Somewhere in the night they climbed under the covers and fell asleep together.

End of the first chapter.

So I was thinking of keeping this story a T rated but knowing myself… it will end up a hard M. So drop me a review let me know if this is something to continue. R&R people.

CWolff out.