So I haven't written fanfiction in a long while. In fact, I forgot my account information, so this will be a new beginning of sorts. Anyways, please read and review. I'm always looking to improve.

As a side note, I use underscores here instead of the long dashes. For some ungodly reason this site does not support long dashes. Please bear with the improvisation.

Have fun!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Korra

Asami was normally comfortable in any situation.

Testing out the latest satomobile model on the racetrack?

Comfortable.

Working under the hood of said latest model?

Comfortable.

Turning heads with her keen fashion sense at the swankiest social events?

Comfortable.

In fact there wasn't a whole lot that made Asami uncomfortable. So when she invited her new boyfriend and his brother to Councilman Tarrloc's gala in honor of the Avatar, Asami figured that she was in for a comfortable_if not a pleasant_evening.

"Miss Sato, you simply must tell me where you found that necklace. It is exquisite."

Asami smiled politely at the kindly Buttercup Raiko. While her husband could occasionally be hard to stomach, Buttercup was always ready with a genuine complement on hand.

"Thank you. It was my mother's." Asami gently replied.

Buttercup then turned toward the strapping young gentlemen on either side of the industrial heiress.

"And who might these handsome boys be?"

"These are the famous pro-bending brothers Bolin and Mako."

The boys bowed in turn as Buttercup took in Asami's possessive grip on the taller one.

"Lucky girl." And with a wink Buttercup was off.

Mako and Asami happily blushed.

"So Miss Sato," Bolin enthusiastically wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Where's the food in this joint because I am starving!"

Mako looked like he wanted to singe his brother just a little, but at the sound of Asami's throaty chuckle he decided against it. If Asami was okay with his brother's inability to grasp the finer points of person space, then what was the problem?

"I'm sure we can find something for you, Bolin. And I've already told you to just call me Asami."

Bolin let go of Asami's shoulders in order to sheepishly push his pointer fingers together.

"Sorry Asami. I'm a little forgetful."

Mako snorted.

"It's fine. Now let's go find some food."

"Booyah!" Bolin fist-pumped and ran off in search of the rich-people food.

Asami chuckled into Mako's arm. This evening was definitely a pleasant one.

"So Bolin hasn't annoyed you yet?" Mako asked teasingly.

Asami smiled up at him. "Not at all. I think he's sweet."

Mako smiled back. It was a good thing Asami liked the idiot. There was just no way Mako could date someone who was hard on his little bro. That was his_and only his_job.

Bolin came running back panting.

"Guys...gasp...I. Don't. Think. They. Have. Any. Food."

"Dude bro, I'll take you to Narook's later, okay?"

"ALRIGHT!"

Mako sadly shook his head.

Asami cleared her throat. "Hey guys, I think Dad is waving us over."

Bolin squinted in the direction Asami had tilted her head. "Oh yah, there's Korra coming toward him. He probably wants me there to smooth over the introduction." He tugged at his lapels in a smug fashion. "Avatar fanboys ask me to do it all the time."

Asami raised an eyebrow as Bolin proudly puffed out his chest. Her dad probably just wanted to introduce her to the Avatar, but why deflate poor Bolin's ego. The guy was sweet.

Besides, Asami was too excited to bother correcting Bolin. She was about to meet another one of Mako's friends. Judging from how comfortable she already felt around Bolin, she just knew this was going to go well as well.

But as Asami approached her father still attached to Mako, she began to feel a slight...discomfort.

"This is my daughter, Asami."

Asami took in the stout figure of Avatar Korra for the first time. Her dress pegged her as a Watertribeswoman immediately. She was definitely proud of her heritage. And the dress left bare her sculpted arms. So she was definitely proud of the solid muscles her training had crafted_as she should have been. She also carried herself well_shoulders thrown defiantly back and chin high. This was a trait that Asami could appreciate in a powerful woman like herself. But what stuck out must of all were her eyes. Specifically, her eyes were narrowed in a very...unfriendly manner.

Asami suppressed the urge to cock an eyebrow. She was probably misreading the situation.

"It's lovely to meet you. Mako's told me so much about you."

If it was possible the Avatar's eyes narrowed further before she basically spat out: "Really? Because he hasn't mentioned you at all. How did you two meet?"

Yah, so Asami wasn't misreading the situation after all. Thankfully Bolin slid in to save Asami from having to reply. But after the oh-so-public tongue lashing Cheif Beifong gave Korra, Asami decided the night had officially taken a turn towards uncomfortable.

Despite the momentary awkwardness, Asami did try to have a pleasant evening. And she succeeded...for the most part.

After Mako and Bolin left the Sato estate for the night, Asami found herself alone in her comfortable bedroom.

The nightly beauty regiment was luxurious enough. The nightgown was as soft as ever. The bedsheets were as soothing as they were every other night. Everything was as comfortable as it always was in her bedroom that night; except that it wasn't.

There was a discomfort in the pit of Asami's stomach whenever she thought of those narrowed eyes.

It wasn't that Asami wasn't use to narrowed eyes. People were often narrowing their eyes at her position in life. They envied her comforts and ignored the discomforts of her life_a destitute childhood and a dead mother being two important ones. They thought her a "daddy's lil princess". Never mind the long hours she put into the shop and racetrack. Never mind the years spent training in the dojo.

She was use to all this. But for some reason the very idea that Avatar Korra thought the same way was enough to make her feel uncomfortable.

Asami had no idea why Korra's derision should be so much different. Maybe it was her position. Maybe it was the fact that she was Mako's friend. Maybe it was because Asami had secretly hopped that she had gotten better at making friends. Maybe it didn't matter.

All that Asami knew was that the next time she saw Avatar Korra she hopped their meeting would be a little more comfortable.

I hope you enjoyed the first installment.

Please R&R and look out for the next one-shot.