And back by popular demand, I present to you a second chapter! This will be three chapters total. I don't really have enough time to do more than that at the moment.
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Rated M for a reason.
Korra's been gone for over a month when Asami decides she can't ignore the growing swell of her stomach any longer.
She's been sick ever since the battle with the Red Lotus; ever since she cared for Korra for those two weeks before she left for the southern water tribe.
The doctor's words dig a hole in her soul; she can't think straight, can't seem to catch her breath.
Omegas are rare and to be protected; it is one of the highest laws in the United Republic. Especially pregnant omegas, since the chance of them delivering another omega are higher than an alpha or beta's chances at birthing one.
But they didn't know, no one besides her doctor and Korra, (the one who caused this whole dilemma), had the slightest clue about her status as an omega.
If the tabloids discovered she was pregnant; they would eat her alive, she would be plagued nonstop by them.
Idly, the heiress runs a hand over the back of her neck; the bite mark from three months ago is there, the bite Korra had left.
She could tell Tenzin, but he already has enough on his mind with the Air Nation and problems in the Earth Kingdom.
She didn't want to think of what would happen if Korra finds out; the Avatar still hadn't written to her yet, even though she had promised to keep in touch during her time in the Southern Water Tribe.
Asami chewed on her lip; the doctor had left her alone in the room while he went to collect some more test results. She's approximately three months; it's hard to tell with the loose jacket she wears during the winter months, but she's already showing rather obviously. She's amazed no one has realized yet, but she knows her time is running out.
The small butterfly like spirits float in from the window, landing on her arms and legs. Asami can't help but wonder if they knew, spirits of all sizes had been rather touchy with her lately; some had even escorted her home one late night after she had been followed by some rather unfriendly looking thugs.
She wonders if it's because Korra is the sire; if they flock to her because they can sense the child of the avatar growing within her.
It's hard to tell with spirits, but she tries to figure it out.
The doctor returns with some prescriptions she'll have her assistant fill out later, and a recommendation of rest and relaxation for the next week as her body enters the second trimester.
The heiress thanks him; paying the receptionist on her way out.
She beats the traffic on her drive home, thanking whoever is out there that she still had some time before bed to relax and read up on pregnancy.
Already her back aches from walking too much all day; she'd barely had time to sit down, besides when she was in the doctor's office. She only hopes she'll be able to handle it once her stomach bloats to the size of a basketball and her back is put under even more strain.
The odds weren't in her favor.
Mindlessly, she pokes over a ticket to Zhaofu; she was suppose to meet with Suyin over some upgrades to the domes in a few days.
She decides to talk with the Metal Clan matriarch about her situation once she arrives, the younger of the Beifong sisters had grown on her and she found she trusted in her judgment.
The clock strikes nine before she knows it; her body aches and she yearns for a hot shower.
Undressing is a tedious task, she wears too many layers during the winter months. It's not so bad during the other seasons, but Republic City has been experiencing colder and colder winters the last couple of years.
The hot water scalds her skin, but she can't seem to pull away.
The omega inside of her is screaming; she's pregnant. She's pregnant.
She's really pregnant.
Tears roll out of her eyes, frustration bubbling in the pit of her stomach; it's not fair. It's not fair. How was she suppose to tell Korra? How would any of this work?
The Avatar had practically ran off back to her homeland, leaving behind some of her closest friends and family. She didn't even write to her for Kyoshi's sake! Would she return when she found out? Would she ask Asami to come down to the South Pole? Or would she simply ignore the news, and wait until she comes back to deal with the consequences of their actions?
Spirits she didn't want to think about it. Didn't want to know what would happen. It's all too real, it's all to sudden. She'd be kidding herself if she said she hadn't been suspecting her pregnancy for quite some time, but in true arrogance, she ignored the possibility of it actually being true.
And now look what had happened.
Her abdomen is already curving; the swell impossible to miss now that she had no clothes to hide it with.
Asami runs a hand down her stomach, cradling the bump. Affection burns in her heart before she can stop it, and her mind is already made up.
This was her child.
She refuses to back down from this challenge.
Suyin is ecstatic to see her; the mother of five embraces the inventor with such fervor, Asami briefly remembers what it was like to hug her own mother.
"Did you have a good trip here?" Su pours her a cup of tea; they're sitting in her study with Baatar Senior, she's going over the designs she came up with for the propellers that allows the metal benders to bend the domes closed in the evening; the designs would make it easier and quicker to lock down the city, and would use up less electricity.
"Yes," Asami sighs. "Although we had to stop every hour to clear rocks from the rails. Bandits had been attacking, luckily the guards you sent to accompany me were perfectly able to deal with them."
"I'm glad," Su and Baatar smile at her. "We're very grateful for your help with this. It's harder without Baatar Jr, but this will help immensely."
"It's no problem," Asami waved them off. "I'm happy to help. The domes are a work of art, I've never seen anything like the mechanics for the suspension systems you installed. It's fascinating."
"I'm more than happy to show you the blueprints for them," Baatar set his tea down. "We have so many different styles installed, I'm sure you can learn a thing or two from them for your own inventions."
"Maybe tomorrow," Asami took a quick sip of the warm liquid. "I was actually hoping I could talk with Su. I'm in need of some advice from a womanly viewpoint."
Suyin perks up and shoos her husband away, "Very well. I'll be along shortly sweetie."
Baatar chuckled once before nodding his head, "Alright. I'll see you tomorrow Miss Sato."
"Goodnight Sir," Asami smiles at him as he leaves the room, before turning to face the matriarch currently sitting on the loveseat across from her couch.
Baatar closes the door behind him and Su smiles at her gently, leaning forward to grab her own glass from the table. "What's on your mind?"
Asami breathed deeply. Her nerves are screaming at her, and the muscles in her back are tense. She's nervous and a little scared, but Suyin's eyes are so welcoming and calm; the heiress relaxes and clenches her hands, "What was pregnancy like for you?"
The metal bender blinked at the question, pure surprise filters across her face as she realizes what was asked, "Why do you want to know?"
The CEO of Future Industries swallowed the rising fear in her throat; she still hadn't told anyone of her pregnancy, especially not back in Republic City, information seems to spread like wildfire in the cultural hub. Asami's hands were clenched in her skirt, but she moved them to her jacket and shrugged it off, then placed a hand over the bump seen through the formfitting blouse.
Suyin's eyes went wide, and she inhaled sharply at the sight, "You're pregnant!?"
"I am," Asami looked down. "I'm in the early days of the fourth month. I've known for about a week now, but you're the first person I've told. I don't know what to do."
"But how?" Su exhaled in disbelief, "I wasn't able to sense a change in your scent. You still smell like a normal Beta."
"It's my perfume," Asami dug through her purse; pulling out the medium sized bottle of her favorite accessory. "It disguises my scent. It's nearly impossible to smell a person's scent once they wear this."
"Ah yes," the bender gently took it and inspected the bottle. "I bought Huan some of this stuff. He didn't like being defined by his scent, and tried to use it to make a new one."
"Well it works," Asami took the offered bottle and stashed it back into her purse. "I've been using it ever since my first heat, and no one's ever been able to tell the difference."
"Heat!?" Su gasped, "You're an omega?! They're so rare, I thought you had to register with the United Republic if you were one."
"No," Asami looked at her hands. "You can refuse. Omegas are practically hounded by politicians as political tools. An omega's vote is considered three times as valuable as an alpha's or beta's." The nonbender shrugged, "I didn't want that. So I've been using the perfume ever since. I only was found out when I went into heat prematurely."
"Is that when the baby was conceived?" Suyin cupped her chin, "And who's the sire? Was it an alpha or a beta?"
"Alpha," the inventor pursed her lips. "I went into heat two months early on Air Temple Island, the only other person besides my doctor and you who knows I'm an omega found me." Asami's shoulders slumped slightly, "And I conceived the same night."
"Who?" Suyin mentally went over the alphas she knew that were on Air Temple Island, but there had to be at least a dozen there.
"It wasn't an acolyte, but she is a rather unique bender if you want to know," the words tasted like cardboard in her mouth. The earth bender across from her stiffened in her seat, a hand coming over her mouth in shock.
"Korra?!"
"The one and only," Asami sighed and covered her face with her hands. "Now do you see my problem? I don't know what to do!"
The metal clan matriarch moved over from her seat to sit next to the upset omega. Suyin's comforting beta scent washed over her in a gentle wave, and Asami realized she was hugging her, "It's alright. No need to be upset."
"What am I suppose to do?" the inventor clung to the bender. "Everyone will know I'm pregnant soon. I'm already beginning to show throw some of my jackets. Even if they don't know Korra's the sire, she'll figure it out! She won't respond to any of my letters, even though Senna told me she reads them. It's like she doesn't care anymore!"
Suyin rubbed her back gently, "It's not like that honey. Korra's going through a rough time right now, and she's a little lost. She won't be like this forever."
"I know," Asami wiped at the tears gathering in her eyes. "And I feel horrible for thinking like that, I'm just so frustrated with everything right now. The pregnancy is already draining me and I haven't even hit the rough part yet; not to mention that when this kid comes out looking like the Avatar, people are going to start asking questions."
"Maybe you should tell her soon then," Su shrugged her shoulders. "Korra's not the kind of person, or alpha for that matter, to turn her back on this. Not to mention all the support you'll have from everyone. You never know until you try."
Asami sniffled and nodded, "I will. I just needed to hear it from someone other than my conscious. It helps."
"Glad to be of service," Suyin smiled and picked her tea back up from the table. "Now on what you should expect..."
Korra had finally been able to take three steps using the handlebars the day she got the letter.
Naga had been sleeping near the closet; her tail banging against the door as she experienced what must of been a pretty good dream. They had returned from Katara only minutes before, but the poor polar bear dog must of been exhausted.
The avatar herself had been in a oddly good mood that afternoon; her wheel chair was positioned next to her bed, and she for once didn't feel the need to glare balefully at it.
Tiredness tugged at her like a dog with a leash, the bags under her eyes had been fading, and she decided it might be a good idea to follow in her trusted companions' footsteps and try to get some sleep.
The pillow cupped her head comfortably, lulling the tired bender into unconsciousness.
Green eyes haunted her dreams.
"Korra," Asami moaned and arched her back, her head falling back against the bed as the alpha's head worked between the omega's thighs.
The avatar hummed in response, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bundle above the weeping opening, moving in short, quick circles that she knew would drive the heat-ridden female absolutely insane.
Asami let out a choked gasp, her hand knotting in the others long brown hair. Korra ran her hands up and down the other's taunt stomach muscles, relishing the feeling of the soft, smooth skin under her touch; loving the way she could feel the hidden muscles contract with her teasing caresses.
The avatar continued her assault, using her tongue to drive the other closer and closer to completion. She drew one finger down the center of Asami's stomach, moving slowly over her entrance, twirling it around the edge.
The moan that followed was so sweet, Korra thought to make it illegal. Her mind was filled with nothing but Asami, she couldn't think straight. Couldn't talk without growling like a feral animal in the midst of passion.
The finger slowly slid in, and the bender smirked as she felt the heels thrown over her shoulder dig into her back; the whimpering omega's voice the only sound resonating in her ear.
"Korra~!"
"Agh!" Korra shot up in her sleep, her chest was heaving with each breath. Her eyes wide and unrestrained. It was too real, too good. Spirits, this was too much.
The bender grasped at her heart as she caught her breath; Naga's ear twitched and the large dog lifted her head in consideration, checking to make sure her master was in good health.
Korra waved her off and the large mammal laid back down, a content breath leaving her nostrils as the majestic beast filtered back into dreamland.
The alpha blushed and looked down.
Her dream had some rather real affects on her body, reacting as if she really was in the process of ravishing her friend once more.
She gulped and closed her eyes, taking calming breaths as she tried to revert back to pre-excited Korra, and not Alpha Korra.
Honestly, she doesn't think she'll ever be able to forget that night. Asami had been so tantalizingly mouthwatering, she knew it sounded bad when she thought of it, but she didn't know how else to explain it. The feel of their skin sliding against eachother, of the heiress writhing underneath her in complete ecstasy, of those pale hands moving down her own muscled back, leaving nail tracks down her spine.
Okay, those thoughts were definitely not helping the situation going on downstairs, (if you get her gist).
Korra sighed and took a deep breath; the loss of uncomfortable pressure between her legs signaled that she had returned back to normal, and now she was left with her thoughts.
She hadn't known Asami was an omega. She smelled just like a Beta; Mako and Bolin were both Beta's. Almost everyone she knew were either alphas or betas. Omegas were so rare, so jealously guarded.
She could see why Asami chose to hide her identity as one.
Korra groaned and ran a hand over her face; she could move back into her wheel chair and go out on the balcony. Enough time had passed so that it seemed the southern lights were dancing in the sky. She always liked watching those.
A knock at her door interrupted her ramblings, and she looked up as she called out, "Come in."
Her mother opened the door and inched inside, a smile on her face, "I have your mail. You're friends have been writing to you. You even got some stuff from the Beifong family!"
Korra tried to smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. She liked hearing from everyone, but all it ever did was remind her of how well they were doing; and she was stuck here, barely able to walk from one room to the next without collapsing in a pained heap.
She took the letters and thanked her mom. Senna moved back to the door and turned quickly to inform her, "Dinner will be ready soon. I'll get you after your father sets the table, kay?"
"Okay," Korra looks down, and Senna takes it as her que to leave.
The avatar takes a long look at the envelopes and sighs. She opens the ones from Bolin and Mako first.
Bolin tells about how he decided to join Kuvira and help rebuild the Earth Kingdom, he even sent some cute little drawings he made about it.
Mako tells about how he's doing on the police force. Apparently, he's also been assigned as a body guard to the former Earth Kingdom Prince.
Suyin and Lin sent her one too.
Lin tells about how Future Industries is helping to redesign some of the city's infrastructure and about how Asami's apparently funding some upgrades for the Air Nation and the police force. She's not surprised to hear that. Asami has been a major player in the world of industry and politics lately, she's becoming so important to humanity.
Suyin writes about how Asami is apparently helping them make some modifications to the domes. She can't understand half of what they're trying to say, but she admits it sounds pretty ingenious.
The youngest of Toph's daughters tells her to hang in there, that she may be surprised with what the future has in store for her, and it helps to make her feel a little better.
Tenzin and Jinora write too. Their letters are short and sweet, she finds herself missing their presence more and more with each word.
The last letter is the one she finds herself the most hesitant to open, yet she's excited at the same time.
Asami Sato is handwritten over the sender's address, the omega's unique scent is embroiled in the paper; telling the avatar that the inventor had written this either in the early morning or after her nightly shower, since the perfume that usually covers her scent is nowhere to be smelled.
Korra took a deep breath, her lungs inflating with air as she tears open the envelope and pulls out the letter within.
Her eyes widen in shock, a tumor of worry and disbelief expands in her chest, but a slight tug of hope and joy pulls on her heart.
"MOM!" Korra shoots out of her bed; her legs shake dangerously as she balances on two feet, reaching for the wheelchair.
Naga jumps out of her sleep and moves to help her master immediately, letting the bender rest against her body as she settles in the wheelchair.
Korra's heart is pounding; to much information is swirling in her head, "MOM! DAD!"
Her door bursts open and her dad storms in, looking around for any intruders. Korra's gripping the letter so hard she fears she might tear it, but she doesn't let go.
Tonraq kneels by his daughter, "What's wrong!? What's happened?!"
"I need," Korra struggles to formulate her sentence, she's still in too much shock. "I need to talk with Tenzin. Call him!"
"Korra-" Tonraq starts to speak, but his young offspring cuts him off before he's able. "CALL HIM!"
She shoves the note in his hands and wheels herself out; Naga whines softly for a moment and gently brushes up against Tonraq's arm, before dutifully following after the raging wheelchair-bound bender.
The chief of the Southern Water Tribe scans over the letter and gasps, he pinches the bridge of his nose as he goes over it once more, his head swimming with the new information, "Oh dear."
Asami hadn't expected to be woken up at nearly six in the morning by Tenzin, Jinora, and at least six metalbending officers plus Beifong.
"Umm," Asami opens the door after spraying her perfume over her pajamas, deciding it would be better to not let them sense the change in scent. "Good morning. What's going on?"
Lin and the other six officers burst in and immediately look around the penthouse, leaving Asami standing with the two airbenders patiently waiting for her attention, "HEY!"
The chief of police turns and gives her an apologetic look, before turning back to inspect her employees, "Sorry kid, but we have to make sure there's no one hiding around here."
"There isn't," Asami protests as one of the policemen flips her couch. "That's expensive, what are you doing!?"
"I'm sorry Asami, but it's for your own protection. We need to make sure this place is secure," Tenzin placed a hand on her shoulder. "Korra called me last night. She had some rather surprising things to say."
The heiress felt her body go cold. Her hand traveled downwards to her stomach, where you could just barely make out the swell of her pregnant abdomen against the flowing material of her nightgown, "Did she?"
Tenzin nodded and Jinora stepped forward, "So it's true? You're really pregnant!?"
Asami stiffened, her eyes looking around at the metalbending officers surveying the furniture. Lin barked an order and they cleared out of the entry way, moving towards other parts of her apartment. Once they were out of earshot she relaxed and nodded at the two airbenders, "I am."
"And Korra is the sire?" Tenzin asked; his frame a picture of anxiety.
Asami chewed on the inside of her cheek nervously but nodded in affirmative none the less.
Jinora brightened and reached out with her hand, "May I?"
The inventor smiled lightly at that; despite her tattoos, Jinora was still a kid. She was curious, "You may."
Jinora pressed her hand against the fabric falling over her stomach, her hand giving way to the curve of Asami's abdomen. Her face was the picture of enlightenment and she nodded her head at her father, "They're Korra's alright. I can sense it. The spirits weren't lying after all!"
"Spirits?" The heiress blinked, "So they did know something?"
"Hmm," the oldest airbender child nodded. "They've been giddy all month. One told me something about a little avatar on the way. I didn't know what they meant until now."
"Nice of them to not tell me sooner," Asami grumbled; crossing her arms over her chest.
Lin walked out of the kitchen, "It's clear, but we should move her to the island. We still don't know who intercepted the phone call."
"Phone call?" Asami gulped. "What's going on?"
"Someone tapped into the phone lines on the island," Tenzin frowned. "We found out when there was some interference during Korra's phone call. They heard the news about your pregnancy and took off. Lin and Mako tracked the hack to the red light district, but no one was there. We need to move you someone where we can keep an eye on you for today. After that you're going to the Southern Water Tribe."
"What!?" Asami may of been happy to hear she was going to be able to see Korra, but she had a company to think about. A multibillion dollar company that couldn't afford to lose their CEO at the moment, "Why!?"
"Raiko ordered it," Lin walked up behind them. "Someone pulled a favor wants you back where they can see you. That means Southern Water Tribe."
"Who?" Asami turned to glare at the chief.
Lin didn't even blink, pointing at the baby bump, "Who else do you think? The one who started this whole mess - Korra."
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