Alright, guys, chapter 2! This one was honestly pretty difficult to get out, as far as plotting and storylines go. I guess you could say it's more of a, uh.. transitional chapter? I dunno. But there are a couple intimate moments in this one. Nothing gross, not raunchy, just sweet things. (There's plenty of that other stuff in other fanfics of these two, so I'll take it easy on this one XD)

I guess I'll try to set up kind of a weekly post, or as close to weekly as possible. So, you can probably expect the next chapter in eh, around a week.

Enjoy!

KORRA POV…

Asami's made it very clear throughout our friendship and relationship that she loves being active, and she's not shy towards the outdoors in the slightest. Even though I sometimes tease her about being a city girl, she knows that she's just as much an outside person as I am.

I decided, after a lot of brooding, that it would be best if I found General Iroh again and asked him to explain the whole thing to Asami like he did to me, because I know she'll probably be much more shocked than me about the fact. And since I'm not very good at words, well.. I knew this would be the best idea. I hoped it would be the best idea.

So Asami decides to go to the spirit world with me, although I don't make it very clear why we're going. I just tell her that I found some peace of mind in the spirit world, and maybe she will too. I made us a picnic of local water tribe grub, because who knows how long we're going to spend out there, maybe the whole day or more.

….

ASAMI POV….

Korra insists on leaving at a ridiculously early time like she always does when she's going to the spirit world. I just never knew that it took this much beforehand thinking to actually get there. But then again, she might just be doing that because I'm coming along (which is something I rarely do). I tell her that we really don't need this much the night before we leave, but she insists and waves me off, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek.

…

We both head out while the sun is still just below the horizon, both backpacks full of camping supplies and food and ready to go.

"So… tell me again why you wanted to take me to the spirit world?" I ask her, stepping over a spirit vine.

She smiles. "I thought it might be good for you. For us. You've seemed down lately, too." She stands up straighter and mimics my voice from the other day. "How did you ever think you could hide something like that from your wife?" And I swat her arm playfully.

"Okay, okay. Point taken… jerk," I whisper and smirk at her.

….

I've always loved the feeling of walking through spirit portals. You feel like you're flying for a few seconds, hair blowing all over the place, and everything around you is bright, like you're standing right in front of the sun- or a pair of headlights..- I guess either would work fine. But when you get on the other side, everything is clearer. The leaves on the trees hold more definition, the sounds all around you are playful and soft. It's a weird feeling, yes, but.. I like it.

When we get on the other side of the portal, Korra looks over at me and raises an eyebrow.

"You have anywhere in particular that you want to go to today, Mrs. Sato?"

I chuckle. "I only want to go where you want to take me, Mrs. Sato." Korra blushes. "Because there's obviously somewhere you had in mind. I mean, honestly," I say, looking at the bag full of food in Korra's pack. "You don't pack that many water tribe noodles and camping equipment just to have lunch and sight see."

Korra just shrugs at me and I scoff, following her around for a while at her seemingly aimless pattern towards a large cluster of rough, calloused trees. She climbs up one in particular. I hear an excited squeak and a warm chuckle from Korra up in the tree, although I can't see anything from the ground. Suddenly Korra jumps out of the tree and lands on the ground with a thump, airbending softening her blow.

"This trip's gonna get weirder before I understand what you're doing, isn't it?" I ask with a soft smirk on my face, looking at Korra who's holding a little pink thing in her hand.

"You know me too well, dear," she replies, holding out the little… spirit? Shrimp? "Here, wanna hold it?" She asks me, her eyes lit up.

"I, uh," I say confusedly, but before I can answer, the little thing jumps on my shoulder and rubs up against my neck. "Uh, K-Korra?" I say, goosebumps on my arms.

"This is just a little spirit I met last time I was here. It's kind of fuzzy and funny looking, I know, but it kind of helped me the last time I was here. It rode around on my shoulder all day, and I thought it might want to ride around on yours, too."

I raise an eyebrow. "I.. okay?"

Korra nods a little and takes my hand, and we walk for a long time, sporadic bits of conversation between us as we go along. The little spirit on my shoulder feels warm and fluttering, almost like a child's heart, and it doesn't bother me in the slightest after the first five minutes.

I watch the sun arch over the sky during the day, and around noon I suggest that we stop by a stream to rest and grab something to drink. Her response is a 'yeah, why not.'

…

I stretch as I get to the stream, joints in my elbows and knuckles popping loudly. Years of lying under the hood of a satomobile with my entire body compressed and oil all over my arms hasn't done my joints too well. But anyway, I sit by the bank after I take off my backpack, my bare feet swinging in and out of the water- the stream probably isn't more than four feet deep in the deepest parts.

Korra sighs deeply as she sits beside me, resting her weight back on her arms as she leans back some.

"This is great," she whispers, swishing her feet through the water and closing her eyes as a breeze comes through the trees.

I look over at her hair, the wind tousling it across her face in soft umber waves, and my eyes widen as a soft blush makes its way across my cheeks. She's so beautiful. Goodness is she gorgeous.

I watch Korra yawn before opening her eyes again, and my head snaps back around to the front to try to hide the fact that I was staring at her. I see Korra smirk knowingly in my peripheral vision and the blush across my cheeks grows louder.

Korra makes a deep chuckling noise. "Were you staring, Mrs. Sato?" She whispers with a playful snarl, reaching her hand over towards mine, fingers barely touching.

"W- what do you take me for?!" I begin to stutter out. "Of course I wasn't-"

I feel my face heat completely as she leans forward and her lips inch closer to mine, by now I see the blush on her cheeks as well.

I close my eyes as I feel her hand cup my jaw and face it towards her, leaning forward to touch her lips with mine and good spirits is this romantic and-

"THAT'S ONE FOR LYING!" She yells, and I immediately feel a wave splash over my body. I fall back, shrieking, before finding my footing again. I stand up, sputtering defiantly, to find a giggle- stricken Korra standing a few feet away with a fuzzy, pepto bismol- colored spirit on her shoulder. She has a ball of water bent in one hand. "And two for blushing," she adds, smirking, and I groan at her.

"That was almost so romantic," I groan, before wringing my hair out and staring back at her. "Alright," I say, taking a wide stance. "Fight me."

Korra bends the water towards me quickly, but I know all of her moves. Conversely, she knows all of mine. I dodge most of the water, though, my left shoulder getting some of the force anyway. Korra knows that won't stop me though, and her eyes grow wide as she sees me going straight for the tackle. We do this often at the gym, sparring, and I sometimes get her in this exact position, but I rarely take her down before she recovers.

We fight for a while in a battle of wills and of power.

"Dang, Asami, did I hurt your feelings or something?" Korra pants and I hear the smirk in her voice.

"You wish, country girl," I mutter at her as I charge at her again, managing to wrap my arms around her midsection and linking my fingers together this time.

"Oh no."

"Shorty," I grunt at her as I literally pick her entire body up and throw her to the ground, and in a matter of moments we're both lying in the dirt, both of us breathing heavy. My hair's still soaking wet, as well as the rest of my clothing.

"You lose," I say as I look down at her body, underneath mine. It takes me a few moments to notice that I basically have her pinned, and I feel my face grow even redder than it was before.

I see Korra smirk at me devilishly, her azure eyes twinkling. She tucks a piece of soaking wet hair behind my ear and leans her chin up.

"No, I think I'm the winner," she whispers ever so softly. My eyebrows raise as I feel her legs wrap around my midsection, and she pulls her lips into mine. Even though I might be able to beat her in a physical fight, I know for sure that I can't beat her in a battle like this, and I cave when her legs wrap around me, my body resting on top of hers.

I'm not quite sure how long it takes for us to pull away, but Korra stares into my eyes for a while before saying anything.

"..And two for blushing," she whispers softly, flicking her fingers to deflect some water droplets from her hand onto my face.

….

"Okay, stand straight up with your arms out," Korra directs me, and I do so, arms leveled out.

"It's a good thing I'm pretty good at water bending," Korra says and chuckles as she begins to remove the soaking liquid out from my clothes and hair, bringing it into a ball of water in front of her.

I scoff. "Yeah, you'd be in big trouble if you weren't."

"Hey," she says and shrugs, "I've already gotten pinned to the ground once today. I think I've already been in trouble."

Korra returns the water to the stream and I run my hands through my still slightly damp hair.

"Oh, honey, you haven't seen anything," I say and scoff again, and Korra laughs. "I'm just surprised that the little pink guy got out of the way of the water."

"Ah, yeah, he knows what he's doing," Korra says and chuckles. She pauses as the squirmy little thing climbs back on my shoulder and smiles softly. "So, what do you say? Lunch, then continue on our way?"

"Sounds great.. But if you soak me again I swear you'll be-"

"I wouldn't dare mess with you again, your majesty," she pronounces royally and bows once.

"Now that's more like it."

…

Peanut butter and banana sandwiches and the slow breeze of the evening greet us while we rest, lying down in the sun dried grass beside the creek.

"I don't get why we couldn't eat the water tribe noodles, though," I mumble to Korra while finishing up my sandwich. "I feel like we're wasting them."

"Well, I mean," she says back, chuckling, "We could have eaten them now. But that would've meant that we'd have to eat peanut butter banana sandwiches for dinner."

"Eh, I guess you have a point," answer back and scoff some, stretching out on the grass.

"I always do, you should know that," Korra answers back cheekily, before scooting closer to me, giving me a soft peck on the cheek.

Nerd.

...

We walk for a while longer, I guess until mid afternoon. The day is absolutely beautiful, with a soft, wispy breeze floating through the air. But then again, I've never been in the spirit world where the day wasn't beautiful- I wasn't here when that whole thing with Unalaq happened, but still.

…

"Look up there," Korra says with a wave of her hand, to the top of a gently sloping hill about a hundred meters away. It's a quaint little house, with steps leading up the hill. At the top, I see an old man sitting under a cherry blossom tree, swaying back and forth in a rocking chair.

"That's… General Iroh, right?" I inquire with a raised eyebrow.

"Right," she says, smiling a bit. "Why don't we go and see him before we continue on our way?" she asks, and I shrug.

"Sounds great," I say, albeit a bit confusedly.

…

KORRA POV….

I see General Iroh notice us well before we begin to ascend the steps up the hill to his house. He waves at us.

"Hello, girls," he says and waves at us happily from his rocking chair in the front yard.

"Hi," both Asami and I say in unison, and I smirk at her confused face. I just hope that she takes this okay. I hope that General Iroh can put it into the right words, because I know that I can't.

"Korra, I didn't think you'd be back this soon," he says and chuckles, and I run a hand through the back of my hair.

"Hey, what can I say?" I answer with an awkward chuckle, Asami raising an eyebrow. "I'm not good with words, and you are." He just nods.

"Wait… what's wrong?" Asami asks with a worried expression on her face after she sits down in a chair, around the table that we're all sitting at.

"Huh?" I ask and turn to see her immediately worried face, eyebrows furrowed.

"Is this why you brought me out here?" She asks with growing concern. "To tell me something was wrong, right?" She presses a hand to her forehead. "What is it this time? Are you hurt-"

"Asami," I say softly, resting my hand on hers. I know that she realizes these fears are irrational, but at the same time she can't help it. "Nothing's wrong, babe. I have no bad news to deliver."

Asami clenches her teeth for a moment, takes a deep breath and relaxes into the chair she's in, but she doesn't let go of my hand.

"Okay, so.. if that's not it, then what is it?" She pauses. "You're killing me, not telling me what's up today."

"You didn't tell her.. anything?" General Iroh asks, with a few surprised blinks.

I open my mouth, suddenly realizing I might not have made the best decision. I curse silently in my mind, mouth open but no words coming out. After a few moments I just shake my head, jaw closing.

"What, you didn't tell me anything about what?" Asami says and sighs, obviously quite exasperated by being kept in the dark about this.

I look to General Iroh and he simply motions to me to begin speaking.

"Well, I," I pause, gathering my words. "I came here the other day to try to clear my head, because I had to get away for a while. And I just ran into General Iroh, and he was planting a garden..." I tell Asami about General Iroh telling me how plants were a lot like children, and how I stayed with him for a while, and eventually brought up the subject of children, and how Asami wanted them. And how I wasn't opposed to the idea either. I watch Asami's eyes grow wide as I continue. When I get to the more technical part, General Iroh steps in for me, telling Asami about the more specific side of bonding spirits together.

"As you know, spirits are the very purest essence of self," he begins. "And, as you're very aware of, Korra has the power to bend those spirits. It would be.. less traditional, than the regular way of having a family, but it has the same general principles," he says. "Intimacy being a key one. Bonding as well. I was telling Korra that, even though the mixing of both of your souls would possibly be enough to do the trick, it would be much less likely to work in general. The likeliness of success is much greater if there is another pending soul." Asami's eyes widen more and go to the now sleeping spirit on her shoulder.

"You mean-"

Iroh simply nods. "That small shapeshifting spirit had taken quite a liking to Korra the last time I saw her. It seems to like you, too."

Asami looks at the spirit and to General Iroh and back to me, her emerald eyes clouding slightly. "So, you mean- you mean this is all possible?" Her voice hitches.

"Yes, it is. Very possible, in fact," General Iroh repeats, his eyes crinkling as he smiles, and Asami's eyes close as tears bead at the edge of her eyelashes. She looks towards me, nose slightly red and completely adorable with an i-can't-believe-it grin on her face.

"Why didn't you tell me this sooner?"

"I.. I was afraid of how you might react," I say, feeling dumb for feeling that way now. "I felt like I wouldn't be able to say the right words and everything would fall apart and just-"

"Korra, stop it," Asami whispers lovingly but firmly as she pulls her chair towards mine in one deft motion, both hands framing my face as she presses a fiery kiss to my lips. I feel my face immediately redden as she slips her hand through my hair some. But I can't help but kiss her back.

After Asami pulls away from me, she scoffs at the blush on my cheeks and wipes her own cheeks dry before straightening the front of her jacket. I blink a few times but scoff when I look over to see General Iroh sipping his tea politely, not starring in the slightest.

"So, what do you two plan to do for the rest of the day?" He asks, and Asami looks at me and shrugs.

"Actually, I have no clue. This was kind of the only thing I had really planned for completely." Asami rolls her eyes.

"Well then, why don't you two come inside and have a cup of tea? I just made some fresh." He points to his cup that's sitting on the table. "And afterwards, how about a game of pai sho?"

"That sounds great," Asami says, and I nod to second her. "Get ready to loose, though," she adds, chuckling as we both follow him inside.

"You may be good at pai sho, but I have age on my side," he says and chuckles, and Asami laughs with him.

"I think I'll just.. watch you two."

…

ASAMI POV….

"I'm gonna have to chew on this," I say to Korra as we lay on the side of a hill, the breeze just enough to keep us from getting overheated. We left from General Iroh's house not too long ago. "It's… a lot to think about, you know."

"Believe me, I'm well aware," Korra adds, smiling softly and looking over at me. "But.. it doesn't sound like a bad idea." She pauses. "Right?"

"Of course not," I say with a grin, laughing. "How could I be opposed to something I've wanted for months now-" I realize what I've just said. "I mean-"

"You've wanted this for that long?" She whispers, and I blush a little.

"Ah, yeah." I pause, stroking the little pink spirit that rests on my ribcage. "I have."

Korra rolls over on her side, propping her head up with a hand. "I guess I can't say I haven't noticed," she says with a soft frown.

I sigh softly. "Yeah. Sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for," she says with a shrug and flops back onto her back. "I just wish we would've talked to each other about this sooner." A long pause fills the air, although the air is full of soft noises, the wind blowing through the long grass, the spirits playing contentedly about us. "I just.. The only thing I'm not sure about is.. how everything's actually going to work. Technically."

I scoff out loud, covering my face with my hands.

"What?" Korra says with a smirk, sitting up.

"I thought he said it pretty straight forward," I say, laughing. Korra's deadpanned look tells me that she didn't really get it. "Okay, he said it has the same general principles as the traditional way of having children. Like, intimacy, closeness, bonding. Same feelings." I laugh again. "Korra, babe, how do we usually get close and intimate?"

Korra's eyes widen and she smirks, a small blush playing across her cheeks. "Oh, right. That way."

"I swear you're like seven," I say and cover my face, giggling.

"I am. I am seven," she adds, flopping down beside me once more.

I chuckle at her for a minute before reaching my hand over to lace my fingers between hers.

"In all seriousness, Korra, I'm really sorry for making you feel like I'd be unpredictable about this, though. I know that I've been.. emotional about it, in the least." She tries to hush me but I continue. "I guess I was so worked up about it because I felt we had no hope of being biological parents of the same child together, you know? It was painful for me, to be in a dead end like that. For us to be in a dead end like that. But now, I feel like a big load has been taken off my shoulders." I can see Korra smile softly in my peripheral vision. "But now I'm thinking what it would be like to see you pregnant."

"Oh, no, don't try to pin me into that one," Korra says and laughs a little. "You're that maternal one."

"I dunno," I say softly, looking over at the small spirit that's now moved over to Korra and is now sleeping on her stomach. "We'll see."

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KORRA POV….

It's pretty late when we decide to set up camp for the night. I don't think either of us feel emotionally or physically strong enough to trek all the way home tonight. So, I make a fire and we eat the noodles I made the other night. Asami's been waiting for them the entire day, so naturally she's excited. But soon after we finish diner I notice that Asami's beginning to get tired, and we both decide to retire to our little inflatable mattress inside the tent.

Asami yawns and flops down onto the mattress, her thin body curling up neatly underneath the covers. I can only chuckle at her as I slip under the quilt as well, and she immediately nuzzles into me.

"Hey," Asami whispers, voice not quite as sleepy as it was before.

"Yeah?" I whisper back, running a hand through her hair- hair as dark, and darker, than the night sky outside our tent.

"I had a great time today," she says, giving my neck a soft kiss. "It really meant a lot to me, you know?"

"I'm glad it did," I say and simply nod before I tilt my chin down when I feel her hand on the side of my jaw, a soft press of rose flowers onto my lips. I wrap my arms around her hips and close my eyes as she wraps her arms around my shoulders, two lips fighting to still the desire for each other that we know can never be quelled.

"Asami," I whisper, my breathing slightly heavier after a few minutes of this, of her lips pressed against mine and her legs tangling within my own. "I thought you were tired."

"I was," she says, chuckling. I can still see some innocence in her eyes, but I know that it won't last long- That is, if she gets what she seems to want. "I'm not anymore."

I feel my cheeks flush as Asami flips me over gently and lays on top of me, arms pressed onto either side of me. I gasp softly as her lips travel from my own lips, down my jaw, and past my neck. She goes as far as she can with my top in the way. I can feel my heart slamming against my ribcage as she fumbles with the hem of my shirt, her hips pressed against mine as she sits up.

"What are you trying to get at, Asami?" I ask, a little confused. "Do you want to do the, uh.." words slip my mind for a moment with the feeling of Asami's thighs against me. "The, the spirit thing. Is that what you're trying to do right now?"

Asami blinks a few times and chuckles, shaking her head. "No, of course not." She looks around the tent and laughs exasperatedly. "Not in a tent, at least. And anyway, I think the little spirit decided to go back home. I hope we'll see him again."

"Oh, don't worry about him, he's a smart little fella," I say, my mind effectively spacing out for a moment after I finish my sentence.

Asami raises an eyebrow. "You okay, babe?" I can hear the smirk in her voice as she wiggles her hips against mine. She knows just exactly what she's doing to me.

"I, uh. Uhm. No," I say defensively. "You know good and well that you're torturing me right now." I pause. "And you said you were tired," I mumble.

Asami smiles and slips off my top, unbuttoning her own as well. "Things change, right?" She lowers her body down onto mine. "But for the record, you don't seem very tired right now, either."

"Hush," I whisper, a bit pitifully. "That's your fault."

"You're right about that one," Asami smirks, eventually fumbling past all clothing barriers. Lips as soft as silk travelling past my neck and over my collar bones, past dark skin, leaving a faint trail of red lipstick.

"Hey, Korra?" She whispers minutes later, her lips just to the insides of my thighs.

"Y-yeah?"

"I love you."

But she doesn't give me time to answer and I'm left sputtering with her lips on me, faint gasps of longing reaching through the night air.

…

I have no idea how much later, after we're both gasping for every breath we take, hair in a disarray over pillows and sheets, legs tangled between each other, hands holding onto each other's skin for anchorage. After all that, when my body rests over Asami's, hands framed under her jaw as she blushes and I keep the cool face.

I run my hand up against her waist as I gaze into her eyes and wait for her breathing to level out, lowering my lips down just enough so that when I speak, my lips brush against hers ever so softly

"Hey, Asami?" I whisper, lips brushing against rose petals.

"U.. uhuh?" she murmurs, lips parted slightly.

"I love you too."

Her lips pull into an ever- so- delicate smile despite the blush on her face. She leans up and presses one last kiss to my lips. I can tell in a few minutes that sleep is dragging on her, and she wraps her arms around me, situating us so that her head rests against my collarbone. I can only chuckle against her as I feel her lungs begin to expand and contract in rhythm.

"Goodnight, love."

…

It's well into the morning before I feel myself being dragged out of the warm darkness of sleep, and I stretch for a long time against something I can only distinguish as Asami before I open my eyes, eyelashes slightly matted together as I rub them with a thumb.

I hear a warm chuckle against me and the soft caress of a hand on my cheek, and I hum sleepily against it.

"Mm, morning, 'Sami," I slur sleepily as I press my chin just above her collarbone. It's strange how we both move around in sleep to be in almost completely opposite spots the next morning.

"Good morning," she whispers lovingly, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. "You took a while to wake up."

"I'm not a morning person if I don't have to be. You might be, but I'm not," I grumble back lightheartedly and roll on top of her in one deft motion, burying a cold nose into her chest. "Did you wake up a long time ago?"

Asami shakes her head, running a finger up and down the spine of my back. "Nah. You tired me out last night."

"You asked for it," I say and chuckle cheekily, propping my chin on her chest to get a good look into her eyes. My eyes close again as I sigh against her softly, remembering our first time in a matter of moments. It was so messy, now that I look back on it. But it was sweet, and it was beautiful. I cried. She did too, I think, but not like I did- crying the kind of cry that made someone worry about you; heaving chest, clenched fists, racking sobs. But I was happy, I was so happy. Luckily, I managed to pull myself together enough to not ruin the mood.

I was the one that was tired the next morning, though.

"Korra," I hear Asami say, vibrations in her chest clear against my ear.

"Mmhm?" I say, my eyes opening suddenly, visions of two different colors of soft skin pressed as close as they could be, drifting away from my mind.

"Are we going to get back home, or are we just gonna lay on each other all day?" She says with a smirk, and I grin my crooked grin.

"I'll fish some breakfast out of my bag and we can head on home. How does that sound?"

"Wonderful, sounds wonderful," she says softly, seeming to be stuck between wanting to stay here and wanting to go home to lay down in a more proper bed. Maybe her work responsibilities are weighing on her as well. They tend to worry her, even when she's relaxed.

I slip on my shirt and pants before crouching to open my bag, pulling out two granola bars with a satisfied smirk.

Asami eats her breakfast in the tent with me, refusing to put on her clothes until the last moment. And of course, I don't complain.

…

On our way out of the spirit world, we see the little pink spirit again, waiting for us at the same tree he was at before. So Asami and I decide that we'll have to come back.. whenever everything is settled, and both of us have prepared ourselves enough for children. I'm not sure how long that'll take, but I know that we'll be back.

I don't think I'll ever forget the smile on Asami's face as she takes my hand, before we cross the shaft of light into the tangible world.

Until next time!

-Beff Monster