A/N: Due to popular demand, I got you all this chapter. Not sure when I'll update again, but hopefully soon. My other two main fics are coming up next. Also, I'm changing the rating to Mature, for obvious reasons. Sorry for my PG-only readers! Enjoy :)


CHAPTER 2

It had been two weeks. Two long, tiring, aggravating weeks of dealing with the 'suits' she was surrounded by on a daily basis. Her father's law firm had done well over the years, but with his recent incarceration, some of the lawyers had decided to take positions elsewhere, leaving her with an unruly mess to constantly clean up. Luckily, a few new ones had come on board. However, most of them had been straight out of school, seeing as some of the more experienced individuals out there wouldn't come near the firm with a 10-foot pole, concerned that it could tarnish their careers. The young lawyers, unfortunately for them, had limited options in the recent economy, thus leaving them with a tainted firm whether they liked it or not; a job was a job, after all. This left Asami with more on her plate than she cared to deal with, eventually causing her to snap at a meeting and rushing from the room in an agitated huff, claiming that she'd be taking the rest of the day off.

While driving through the streets of Republic City, she knew that she needed an outlet, a way to relieve some stress. The woman thought of her usual pass time, knowing that the investigation still hadn't been concluded, her tools remaining under lock and key by RC's finest. 'Seriously, how long has it been now? How could it possibly take this long to release my father's possessions to me so that I can use them?' she asker herself, her rage beginning to surface at the frustrating situation. Suddenly, a brown-haired beauty standing in front of the most glorious garage she had ever seen popped into her mind. 'The Getaway Garage… Korra…' Without a seconds hesitation she turned the car abruptly, heading in the direction of the oasis she knew was waiting for her beyond the city limits.

It was about mid-day when she pulled up. The place looked somewhere deserted with only a couple other cars and their owners in the vicinity. She parked and got out of her car, making her way into the garage through the only opened bay door. There was a truck on a lift with an older man standing underneath as he reached into the truck's belly. He wore a stained yellow t-shirt with a dark red hoodie and a pair of basic blue jeans. He had a well maintained bearded and a bald head, though there was a strangely placed, yet seemingly faded, tattoo on his head of an arrow. 'Huh, now that's something you don't see every day.' The man must have heard her footsteps as he suddenly looked away from his tools and in her direction, an exceedingly friendly smile placed across his face.

"Hi there," he started. "Can't say I've seen you here before. Can I help you find something?"

Asami blinked, feeling almost like she knows the man, but knowing that she'd never met him before. "Um… yeah. I'm looking for Korra. Is she here?"

The man brought his hands down from the spot he was working on, dropping the tools on a work station just a short couple of steps away and picking up a rag to wipe his greased hands on. "You must be Asami! Korra's been raving about you for days." His smile lit up the room as he spoke, Asami only nodding in response to his assumption of who she was. "I'm Aang. I'm a long time friend and bit of a mentor of Korra's. It's great to meet you." He stuck out his still somewhat greased hand in an effort to greet her.

Asami could only stare in disbelief for a moment as he showed off a similar and very dashing grin as he stuck out his hand. 'Wow, he reminds me of Korra, a lot! I wonder if they're related somehow,' she contemplated. After a moment she realized she was being rude and reached out to take the hand, giving the man a small smile and nod in return. "It's nice to meet you, as well. Hopefully you've heard good things."

He chuckled before responding. "Oh yes, good things, indeed. You left quite the impression on our bringer of balance."

She giggled slighty, suddenly feeling awkwardly giddy. "Would you mind pointing me in her direction?"

"Sure! Just take that door back there to head to the back of the building," he stated while pointing just over her shoulder. "There are a couple of smaller, more private working huts out back. You'll likely find her in the first one." Asami smiled and gave her thanks before heading out the door to find the young woman.

There were 4 smaller buildings that looked almost to be sheds, but built exceedingly better. The first one that Aang had mentioned was off to the left, just slightly bigger than the others. As she approached, she could hear a clanging and pounding sound, along with what seemed to be exhausted huffing. She knocked briefly, trying to maintain some form of manners, before realizing that the girl probably couldn't hear her. She resigned to opening the door of her own accord, seeing that turning the knob gave away that it was unlocked. Doing so, however, left her with a view that would be imprinted in her mind permanently, and very happily so.

Apparently, building number one was made up to be a gym for the paradise's patrons. All around the edged were various weight machines, racks, benches, a couple of stationary bikes, rowing machines, and a few other weight and cardio fitness products. There were some speed bags on one wall with a row of gloves and wraps close by. In the middle of the gym, however, was what caught the onyx beauty's attention. A rather large boxing ring stood dead center in the building and atop it was the woman she had been looking for, in nothing more than a pair of small, tight blue shorts, a white sports bra, and wraps around her hands and ankles. Her hair was tied up as much as possible due to it's shortened nature and she was ponding away at a very heavy looking body bag.

The girl made one punch, two, three, ducked and swerved, a backhanded hit as her other elbow came across the hit the freestanding bag. It moved with her hits and she spun around it quickly, bobbing up and down on the balls of her feet, both arms tucking against its sides and a leg wrapping around the lower half before she came down on her other foot's heel and forced herself into a backwards flip, taking the bag with her and slamming it into the floor of the ring with her weight pressed on top. 'Lord help me, if I could only switch places with that bag.' Asami stated as once again the girl moved into a roll, bringing herself to her back and wrapping her other leg around the bag, arching her back off the floor as if willing the object to break in half.

A buzz sounded from a clock off to the side of the ring and the perfect specimen of a woman released her prisoner, tossing it to the side before standing. Her back was to the intruder, not having noticed her presence yet, as she began to stretch. Muscles poured over the bones, willing themselves to break from the mocha skin that held them captive in the wonderfully sculpted body. Gracefully, she flowed from one form to another, the ripples in her back showing off the intricate movements as her legs spread wide and she lowered herself almost entirely to the ground. Hands stretched to the ground in front of her and her back arched, enticing the well rounded backside to rise higher, its form taking shape brilliantly before the pale-skinned woman as she unconsciously walked forward, entranced by its glory. The athlete lowered herself more, bringing her splits entirely to the ground. 'What I would give to be a speck of dust on that floor.' A small gasp caught the girl's attention and she quickly moved to turn around, seeing the intruder staring, her hands firmly gripping the rope and pulling it from her line of vision.

"Ah! Asami!" The girl paused, trying to catch her breath from being startled. "You scared me! When did you get here?"

"Hhhh…uhhh…hmm-nuhh"

"Um, Asami? Are you okay?" The girl moved to her hands and knees, crawling closer as she inspected her new friend.

The raven-haired woman's eyes traveled to the bust line that was directly in front of her. Perfectly formed breasts were just waiting to burst from their holds. 'The crawling isn't helping!' "Mnnuuhhh…yuhh. Yeahh. Yes –" she muttered under her heavy breathing. "Yes. I'm… I'm fine." The stunned expression she held would easily say otherwise.

"Are you sure? You look like you're about to faint." Korra reached out in worry, gently placing a hand on the white knuckled one still holding the ropes.

Asami squeaked in surprised at the touch, falling backwards and bringing the rope with her before losing her grip, its springy-ness causing it to shoot straight at the other woman. Luckily, Korra's brilliant reflexes helped her to grab the rope just before it hit her face, but nothing could be done as the frail body before her went tumbling to the ground. Korra moved to stand up and leaned on the ropes, smiling at the woman below her as the girl groaned in response to her embarrassing fall.

"I'm only going to ask this one more time; are you sure you're alright? That didn't look like the most pleasant way to say hello to someone." Azure eyes sparkled as she giggled through her comments.

Asami grumbled to herself as she made her way to her feet again, shaking her head slightly to rid the clouds that had apparently been looming over her brain, affecting her ability to act like a normal person. "Yeah, I'm alright. You just startled me, is all."

Korra laughed. "Ha! I startled you?! I'm not the one who was watching someone workout unknowingly… and rather intensely, might I add." She finished with a wink and a grin.

'Stupid cute grin with its stupid winking adorableness.' Asami grumbled again, internally, wanting to slap that knowing smile right off the woman's gorgeous face. "Oh, whatever. I wasn't expecting to find you working out. Aang said you'd be back here, but a gym wasn't exactly what I had expected to find."

"And what exactly was it you were expecting to find?"

The girl shrugged in response. "I don't know, another workshop, I guess?"

Ropes parted as the fitness guru made her way to exit the ring and jump to the floor beside the other girl. "Nah. While I made this place to be a getaway for lots of hard-working people, cars aren't exactly my thing, incase you didn't figure that out last time you were here." Asami laughed lightly, confirming her knowledge of said statement. "This area," she began again, stretching her arms wide and spinning slowly in an effort to take it all in, "was made for me. Fitness is my go-to when I need a break. So, I run this joint as my job, but back here is my own, personal oasis."

Asami nodded, understanding that even Korra needed a break from time to time. "So no one else comes back here?"

"There's a select few that I'll let borrow the key if they're nice to me, but for the most part, no, this is simply for me."

The slender woman looked around, imagining for a brief moment what it would be like to train with Korra, sweat dripping down their bodies, aggressive looks thrown each other's way at the heat in the room would rise.

A blush must have made its way across pale cheeks as the girl took in her surroundings, which the other girl must have noticed as she began to speak again. "But you know, I'd be willing to share it with you, if you'd like. You seem like you could handle yourself in here pretty well, and I bet it would help relieve you of whatever is bothering you."

The last sentence made emerald eyes lock on to bright baby blues. "Is my frustration that obvious?"

Korra smirked, stating, "You've got multiple levels of frustration plastered all over your face. I don't know if it's your job, home life, relationship, or something else, but you obviously need to relieve some tension."

Asami snorted at the comment. "Relationship? What relationship? The closest thing I have is with my job, which speaking of pisses me off on a regular basis. As for a home life… Well, when I'm even there the only thing it consists of is take out boxes and a lot of laundry."

"Well, let's fix that then!" Korra perked up even more, excitement in her eyes.

The lids over jade eyes narrowed slightly. "Which part?"

"All of it."