(For Korrasami Week 2015. Day 3; Internet Girlfriends)
Korra couldn't quite remember what her life had been like before she'd met Asami. Well she could, but Asami added a little something extra she couldn't quantify. She talked to her every day, listened to her voice at night as she fell asleep. Sometimes it seemed as though they were always together, even if they were thousands of miles apart. She had to remind herself that it could be a lot worse. Bolin was in love with a girl from China. That's something like a hundred thousand miles away from DC. At least he acted like it.
But Asami was in Las Vegas. That was a whole lot closer. That was doable. Probably. If she actually had a car and would actually be allowed to drive alone. But it wasn't like Asami didn't have a car, or wasn't the daughter of some casino mogul so probably had a private plane. Or several. And an open invitation to visit.
Korra liked to entertain the thought that Hiroshi Sato was involved with the mob. She'd only seen his pictures on TV and she could believe it but it made the thought of being with Asami funny, considering who her own dad was.
But Asami was definitely not mob. Asami could be a model. She was beautiful enough. Smart enough to go to any college she wanted. Probably MIT, she talked about it enough. That would make her a few thousand miles away instead of less than a thousand. Korra wouldn't dream of asking her to change it, but she had, maybe just a little bit, researched Universities in the Boston area. For reasons. Harvard wasn't actually out of the realm of possibility.
That she was actively considering uprooting herself to be with Asami if she had to should be more alarming than it was. But the schools she'd looked at were really good for what she was studying so it wasn't entirely a foolish idea. She wouldn't be moving five hundred miles just for a person. Even if that person was beautiful and elegant and had sent her a selfie last night that had made her drop her phone.
"Ugh." Korra looked at her phone. Asami wasn't answering her texts, which meant she was probably doing something with her dad. She could survive a few hours without hearing from her sort-of-not-really-but-definitely girlfriend.
She flipped on the tv. The news was still talking about the non-scandal scandal with her uncle and her dad's response and she flipped it back off. "Ugh."
Someone knocked at her door, and Korra jumped. "Yeah?"
A voice on the other side responded, "Can you believe the ordeal I had to go through to get in here?"
Korra froze, staring at the door as though it was a strange, alien rock. Then she bolted to the door and threw it open. Standing on the other side and flanked by Korra's Secret Service agents was Asami Sato.
Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders and her eyes were even more strikingly beautiful in person than they were through a webcam.
"Hi," Asami breathed, drinking in the sight of Korra. "I hope I'm not imposing or anything, but you did invite me and everything."
To the amusement of Agents Carter and Martinelli, Korra launched herself at Asami, picking her up in a bear hug that squeezed the breath from Asami's lungs. "I can't believe you're here!"
She set Asami down, then yanked her into her room and closed the door behind her. "What are you even doing here?"
Asami pushed her hair behind her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, I was hoping you'd be interested in a road trip."
