Notes:

I'm French but this version of the first chapter has been fixed by a nice person from AO3: DreadfulPleasure (TheClaudMaster). I'll be always thankful to them.

Now enjoy the reading!

As soon as Asami walked into her office and turned on her computer, the incessant ringing of email notifications assaulted her ears. It was 8am on a Thursday and she had settled in front of her computer to see she had received 137 new messages. Over 100 questions requiring her attention before the weekend was beyond overwhelming.

The CEO was constantly under pressure. She needed to handle most every problem her company faced. Quickly scanning her emails, she sifted through designs for Satomobiles, road plans, maps, and diagrams until her eye caught a peculiar message with the subject "You're Invited!". Who would send her an invitation on her professional mailbox? Intrigued, she opened it.

Upon clicking on the message, the sender was revealed to be her friend, Bolin, most likely having done it to be sure she would read it, knowing she was often overwhelmed by work and rarely taking the time to check her personal mailbox. The message contained an attached document. She really shouldn't open personal documents at work, but it was Bolin, one of her closest friends, so there must've been good reasoning behind sending such a thing to her business email.

Asami downloaded and opened the attachment. It was a colorful explosion of words and pictures that brightly lit up the entire monitor, displaying a wedding invitation. More specifically, an invitation for Bolin and Opal's wedding. That would explain why he had sent it to her business mailbox. It certainly was the biggest event of his life, perhaps maybe Opal's life as well.

Knowing she had to be there for her friends, Asami decided to cancel all meetings and whatever she might have had to do that day. She sent a positive reply to congratulate them, then marked off April 16th on her calendar. She would be there for the new beginning of her friends' lives. And without realizing, the new beginning of hers.

April 16th – 17th:

Asami left for the meeting place that afternoon. She saw a lot of people she knew and some with whom she was in partnership. She reminded herself it was still Bolin's wedding and mustn't speak business, which can turn out to be harder than what one can imagine. Opal hails from the famous Beifong family. Her mother was even a city owner. So it was obvious that Asami had gotten in touch with her. Spending most of her time in her office, ignoring her private life, the CEO hardly held her tongue when it came to her occupation.

As the remarkable event wore on, Asami spoke with other people and was starting to enjoy this herself. Bolin soon approached her, an aura of pure excitement surrounding him. He was unable to stand still as he greeted her, stringing together all his words as if they were one and the same.

"Hi, Asami! How are you? It's a wonderful day, isn't it?" Bolin greeted with a wide grin. "I think it's a wonderful day. "I'm so happy I think I might explode in joy!"

"Hold on! Calm down, everybody hasn't even arrived yet." Asami responded in an attempt to compose her friend's enthusiasm.

"You're right. I'm calm, I'm calm." Bolin said, taking deep breaths to center himself. "But anyway, I'm so glad you came! I know you're always busy with your company and stuff."

"I wasn't going to miss the wedding of one of my best friends." Asami replied with a soft smile.

Bolin brightly grinned at her in response. "Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but I have to welcome other guests. Catch you later!" He said over his shoulder as he was leaving.

Later on, when all the guests arrived and were accounted for, the ceremony began. Opal was absolutely gorgeous in her wedding dress, Bolin somehow managed to keep a straight face, and when the vows had been exchanged, they kissed. Now finally, her friends were married.

Afterwards, everyone gathered at the reception to eat, dance, and talk. Many photos were taken and everyone was asking for the newlyweds' company, leaving Asami almost no time to spend with her friends. This soon led to drinking alone at the reception hall's bar without having eaten beforehand, which was a very poor decision in hindsight. A woman with her weight, who works 24/7 and almost never drinks alcohol should never consume so much hard liquor. Needless to say, she became very intoxicated after having only a few drinks and digressed from her usual state. The alcohol had devastating effects on Asami, considering the amount she drank without having any food in her stomach to absorb it.

As the night progressed, the guests began to leave. Some had offered Asami to stay with them for the night but she preferred the comfort of her own home. She didn't live too far from her current location. She insisted upon going home herself, no matter how hard others had tried to dissuade her from doing so. She was stubborn and illogical in her declarations, so people gave up and stopped paying her any mind as they left the reception. Asami was one of the last people to leave, stumbling out of the reception hall and tripping over her dress as she made her way through the parking lot to her car. After fumbling with the keys in an attempt to unlock the car door, she settled into the driver's seat and finally started the car after five minutes of struggling to put the key into the ignition. Asami was aware of the danger she was putting herself and others in by drunk driving, but her clouded judgement chose to ignore it as she shifted gears, challenging the limits of her car, before she pulled haphazardly out of the parking lot and onto the street, her instincts of testing vehicle prototypes for her company absentmindedly taking over.

The road was clear, absolutely no one in sight, as Asami exceeded the speed limit. Not that she was paying attention to it in the first place. She was much too busy squinting in a clumsy attempt to see the seemingly tilting road in front of her. She drove at least 4½ miles when she heard the familiar echo of police sirens, red and blue rapidly flashing as they encroached upon the dark night.

A motorbike pulled up next to her, the driver was gesturing for her to pull over, to which she complied rather well despite her inebriated state. The motorcyclist parked right behind her and approached the driver's side of the car. Asami rolled down the window to greet the policeman, who turned out to be a very hot policewoman in an even hotter uniform, standing outside her car. Lit only by the light of the stars in the sky and the low beam lights of her motorcycle, the officer removed her helmet to expose dark skin. She shook out her chestnut hair before opening her eyes to reveal amazingly blue eyes Asami found herself drowning in.

"You're certainly the cutest cop who's pulled me over." Asami blurted out, trying to hide her drunken stutter.

Unfortunately, there was no more barrier between what she was thinking and what she was saying. Her thoughts were distorted by her drunkenness. The officer seemed surprised for a moment before becoming amused by it.

"Am I?" The officer asked with a deep chuckle.

"Mm. No doubt." Asami replied, then reevaluated her prior statement. "Not that I've been arrested a lot."

"Now, that makes me feel better. Do you know why I pulled you over?" She asked, following standard procedure.

Asami thought for a moment. "No, I can't say that I do…"

"Speeding."

"And was I driving straight?"

"Yes, you were… Why?" The blue-eyed woman questioned suspiciously.

"What time is it?" Asami avoided the question, but the officer didn't seem to mind as she answered.

"4:26 a.m."

"And you're working at this time?"

"Yeah. You know, it's generally during the night that people have fun on the road. Like you, for example." The cop answered, receiving a grumble from Asami.

"What about you?" The policewoman began, wanting to see where playing Asami's game might take her. "Tell me, what a beautiful woman like you is doing out this early? Or this late, depending on the why?"

"Oh… One of my best friends got married. Great wedding!" The business woman said, before her lips curled into a playful smile. "It was kind of sad that I had no one to go with… I would have invited you if I'd known you then instead of now. That would have been more than pleasant. I spent the entire time with friends and a glass in my hand. It didn't turn out too badly, given the fact we met. Even though I'm obviously drunk, I'm glad you're the one who's going to arrest me."

"Wow! I've rarely had cases where people admit to being drunk while simultaneously flirting with me. Pretty outstanding." The officer said with sincerity.

"I can't see how people couldn't flirt with you, because, I have to say, you're absolutely magnificent." Asami said with a flirtatious wink, causing the officer to blush and lose the air of mystery and audacity she once held.

The woman's drunk antics were amusing her just as much as they were earlier, but the compliments were starting to get to her, making her lose her cool, and Asami was far too gone to stop.

"No, really. I mean it," Asami continued in a genuine tone, "and if someone doesn't think so, they're just an idiot. Hell, I'd admit to something I haven't done just to spend time with you. Speaking of spending time with you, what do you say to a date with me one night?"

"I just… you're going to have to slow down a little bit here. It's not that I don't want to, I just think it'd be wiser if we settle the drunk driving and speeding infractions first. Then maybe I will reconsider the question when you're sober. Besides, I don't even know your name!"

"Asami," she replied, "my name's Asami."

"Great. Okay, I'm going to call a car to come find us, because I clearly can't take you on my bike."

"It's a nice thought, though. You were looking splendid on your bike. Plus that suit looks nice on you." Asami continued to flirt. "And you, what's your name? Or should I call you 'incredibly hot woman who arrested me while I was in speeding'?" She suggested before adding, "Oh! And also drunk!"

The officer gaped at the name given her for a considerable amount of time, a blush soon setting fire to her cheeks. She tried to hide her discomfort, even though it was useless, because Asami knew she had pushed the right buttons.

"You never stop, do you?" She mumbled with a deceitfully several tone.

"Aaah! The miracles of alcohol!" Asami exclaimed.

Korra took out her phone to call a car to come pick them up. It was obvious Asami was going to sober up for the rest of the night.

As she waited quietly in her car, Asami realized the motorcyclist hadn't given her name yet, but she didn't want to interrupt her while she was on the phone. Asami herself hated being bothered on the phone! So she waited patiently for the call to end.

"Korra." The officer suddenly said, catching the drunken woman slightly off guard.

"Excuse me?" Asami asked in confusion, as if the other woman had just spoken another language.

"You asked my name. I'm Korra." She repeated, a hint of shyness seeping through her voice.

"Well, that's almost as beautiful a name as the one who has it."

"Okay, stop it now." Korra insisted. "I might get used to your compliments," she began with a soft voice and a little laugh, "but I'm still an officer of the law."

"That would be a problem. You might not live without me anymore."

Korra laughed heartily, to which Asami smiled.

"Now, Asami, I'll have to ask you to get out of your vehicle." Korra curtsied a little, a broad grin on her face as she was doing so.

"It's true that I'm in a quite complicated situation." Asami stated.

"Don't worry, you're with me." She sent a wink, making Asami laugh.

Complying with the officer's orders, she opened the car door and stepped out. Korra froze at this. In the shadow of the obscurity, she hadn't seen the young woman's full beauty, whereas now she could observe the woman's dazzling good looks and scarlet dress, which complimented the red of her lips and clung to her figure, showing off her curves. Her raven hair matched the pitch-black darkness of the night. Her startlingly green eyes, though they glowed like gemstones by the light of the moon, were by themselves all the light Korra had wanted.

Korra stood still with her mouth ajar for some seconds. Then, she remembered to damp her suddenly dry throat with a harsh swallow. She examined the soft smile on Asami's lips, eyes filled to the brim with enjoyment. She didn't know how long she had been standing there, completely silent, as she gazed longingly at the woman in front of her. Long enough, in any case, for Asami to notice.

Korra gave her a timid smile, a weak pink color tinting her cheeks. "I…" She started, at a loss for words. She cleared her throat to give herself a little more confidence, wanting to prove she could play the same game at the same level.

"You look absolutely sublime in that dress." Korra continued, having regained her composure. "It fits you very well. I understand why your friends invited you. Who could go on without such a beautiful sight?"

"Finally playing along, huh? Bold."

"I'm only telling the truth."

"I'm wondering how far the truth can go." Asami challenged.

"Don't worry, the truth can go really far when it wants to." Korra said.

They exchanged smiles, enjoying each other's company as the conversation continued.

"So, tell me, because I'm still supposed to be working now, I'm obligated to ask how much you've had to drink?"

"About three glasses of wine? Maybe four?"

"That's all!" Korra exclaimed in disbelief. "With what you were saying, I thought you were completely wasted and that you drank way more than that. Or maybe you just didn't realize it yet?"

"Let's just say alcohol doesn't agree with me." Asami groaned in embarrassment, crossing her arms across her chest as she leaned against her car.

"You're the sort of women who's sensitive to alcohol, drank it anyway, and as a result got wacko on the second drink?"

"Kind of." Asami said with uncertainty. "You really think I would have dared talk to you otherwise?"

"I don't know! I didn't know you until, like, 5 minutes ago." Korra countered with just as much uncertainty. "Also, do you realizing what you're saying?"

"Not too much, no." She replied, stumbling over her words, still a bit too drunk to filter her words.

"This means that you'll remember tomorrow and most likely regret what you've said and will say from this point on."

"Maybe, yes."

"I absolutely need to be there to see that!" Korra said as she dug around in a pouch attached to her motorcycle, pulling out a small device and holding it up for the business woman to see. "But, anyway, it's standard protocol to make you take the breathalyzer test."

Asami inwardly groaned before blowing into the device for a few seconds, making her more lightheaded than she was previously. It turned out that her blood alcohol level wasn't too much above the allowed one.

"With this level, I could get away with just charging you for speeding."

"Feel free to do it." Asami said, winning a laugh from Korra. It was meant to be a joke, but one less charge meant less jail time and that aspect was appealing to say the least.

"It seems to me you're pretty good with business negotiating."

Before Asami could answer that it was a part of her job, the police car Korra called radioed in, letting them know they would be at their location in a bit.

"Are you going to me and lead me to my jail cell?" She asked. Though in another, more provocative, situation, that might be really interesting.

Asami was enjoying the fifteen different expressions that crossed the officer's face before she spoke.

"Okay, okay, stop. I'm going to ask you a big favor. Please don't say things like that in front of my colleague. You can't even imagine the consequences." By consequences, she was referring to her colleagues teasing her about it for months on end.

"I'm fine with that, but what do I get in exchange?"

"In exchange? What could you possibly want in exchange?"

"You already know what I want…"

Asami leaned towards Korra's ears, red lips brushing the slightest bit against brown skin. Shivers were sent throughout Korra's body, causing her to tense up as Asami gently whispered to her in a very sensual voice, a thinly veiled desire.

"You." The word was so simple, yet spoken in such a way that rendered the officer speechless. Asami could practically feel the instantaneous heat she caused radiate from her body. To calm her down, though, she changed the subject. "But if I can't have that, I guess I'll find something else."

She heard a relieved sigh from the policewoman as her entire body relaxed.

"I'm not that cruel." Asami added, moving back.

"Well, thank you… I guess." The uncertainty in her voice was adorable.

They waited, wordlessly, waiting for the approaching police car to pull up. Korra writhed nervously, not knowing if Asami would keep her word and not to mention she was also worried about what she was going to ask her. She was aware of Asami's unstable, intoxicated state. She contemplated whether or not she should approach Asami with a question regarding the woman's earlier statement of wanting something in return. After all, she said she wasn't cruel… or at least not too much. She felt, at this time, a cold hand place itself on the back of her neck. Asami placed her lips at the edge of her ear once again.

"Hey, don't worry so much, it's going to be alright. I told you I won't do anything." Asami whispered in reassurance. "Who could possibly rat you out to your colleagues. Have a little faith, won't ya?."

Korra didn't know why she trusted her. Strangely, her words have reached their purpose and comforted her. Asami moved a little away from Korra, doing as she promised.

The police car parked and a policewoman stepped out, slowly approaching them.

"So, are we taking her?" The woman asked in a gruff tone.

"Ye- yeah…" Korra replied, some nervousness still left in her.

"Are you okay, Korra?" Her colleague asked with a bit of concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Perfectly fine. But… uh… I'm going to take the car if that's alright. You can take my motorcycle. Oh, and call someone to impound the vehicle… I forgot…"

"How could you have forgotten? It's been awhile since you've been there."

"Oh… yes, it's just… sometimes things get away from me when I'm a little tired. Thanks, Kuvira! You take care of all this, that'll be cool. I'm just going to take her back to the police department and throw her in a cell to sober up while I fill out her charges, you know…"

"Right…" Kuvira said dubiously. She couldn't stop thinking about how strange her colleague was acting. However, she just let her be. She didn't want to deal with her antics at the moment.

Korra pushed Asami into the back seat of the police car. The drunk woman kept quiet until Korra has started the car.

"You were kind of nervous out there." Asami pointed out as the car began to move, making its way down the road and picking up speed. "I told you I wasn't going to do anything. And I didn't do anything!" She declared, proud of her accomplishment.

"Excuse me if I've ever doubted a drunk person." Korra replied condescendingly. "But Kuvira can see things. She can be very insistent when probing people for information. She can determine the relationship between two people."

"We're already in a relationship? It's a bit hasty, isn't it?"

"What! You're kidding, right? That's not what I meant and you know it." Korra chided, sighing in defeat as Asami just laughed. "Besides, you're the one who asked me to go on a date!"

"It's quite possible." Asami stated, although both she and Korra knew it didn't matter because despite the amount of denying that took place, neither could deny their attraction to the other.

Notes:

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