Asami Sato lay with her head nestled in her beloved's lap. A strong, tanned hand softly stroked her pale cheek. She took her loves hand in her own, wrapping her long, delicate fingers around it. She kissed her way slowly up the firm, muscular arm, staring into shining blue eyes; long, thick tresses of chestnut-brown hair fell about her, mingling with her own raven black locks. With their free hand, her lover gently squeezed Asami's breast, and then, with agonising slowness, moved down her quivering stomach…
Asami woke with a start, drenched in sweat and gasping. Another dream, just like every night for the last three years. She still didn't know if they were a blessing or a curse: they were the closest she could get to Korra's beautiful, powerful body, and every morning they left her burning with need for a woman half a world away. She considered finishing herself off but it was pointless, she knew that she could never reach satisfaction without Korra's arms around her. Asami sighed and got up from the straw-stuffed mattress in her small but comfortable room in the Air Temple. Shortly after Korra left, Asami had asked Tenzin if she could stay on Air Temple Island; she had made excuses, that her home was already full with Mako and Bolin's cousins, that her company wasn't in a stable enough position to justify the expenditure of an indefinite hotel stay.
Tenzin had told her she could stay as long as she wanted, Airbenders never turned away a guest after all, and she moved back into the room she had stayed in during the Equalist revolution, what seemed like a lifetime ago now. But, the truth, which she didn't dare to tell anyone else, could barely even admit to herself, was that she wanted to stay because she felt closer to Korra here. Asami had gone to boarding schools for girls, she knew what was happening to her, what she had seen happen again and again to friends and dorm-mates. And from watching what happened to those girls when they were caught, she knew why she could never tell anyone else about her dreams.
Oh spirits! Why her, why now? This was something you were supposed to grow out of, not into. She wanted, needed Korra with every fibre of her being, and Korra wouldn't even let her visit, didn't want her friends to see her in her broken state. Asami had done what little she could to help Korra, writing her letters weekly, trying to send all the support and understanding and, yes, love, that she couldn't in person. She sat up and unlocked the jewelry box on her bedside table, it held all the treasured letters from Korra, and underneath them, the one letter Asami had been afraid to send. She drew it out and stared at it.
Almost a full year ago, she had written it, sealed it in its envelope, addressed and even put a stamp on it, but at the last second, she had stopped herself sending it, and had locked it away. Asami had poured her heart and soul onto that page, finally telling Korra everything she felt, everything she wanted. All the thoughts and feelings she had tried to hide from came pouring out of her, so fast and so powerful that she almost wept. Every day she had thought about sending it, and every day she had held back- the thought of Korra opening it, being horrified, even disgusted, refusing to ever see or speak to her again, was too terrible to imagine.
And now Korra was coming home, the ship from the South Pole was landing today, finally bringing Korra back to her, and Asami had no idea what she was going to do or say when she finally laid eyes on her beloved again. She looked out of the window and saw the sun staring to rise out over the water and sighed again. She locked the secret letter back in the box at the bottom of the pile. Time to face the day, whatever it might bring.