Hey guys! Sorry that these chapters keep staying so short, I just went back to work after break so I've been working on it. I decided to go ahead and post to give you a little something! Please review!

-KatZILA


'C'mon you little son of a -' the bolt Asami had been painstakingly trying to loosen finally gave way, ending her tirade of frustrated grumbles. It was a little known fact about Asami, she loved working with machinery, satomobiles, robotics, anything with an engine that she could get her hands on. It was her own personal form of relaxation, her way of letting off steam when she needed to. The steady repetition and monotony that came with repairing and rebuilding was comforting, and she would often spend hours tinkering alone in the warehouse, only to emerge tired, sweaty, and covered in motor oil. When her mother died she had spent weeks locked in her room, the only thing keeping her mind occupied were her designs and blueprints, she had immediately insisted her father build her a place in the estate for her to work on them. He had resisted at first, but the way his daughter lit up when she talked about her designs and ideas had him picking out a building site soon after.

She knew her father hated this end of the business, he always said to leave the manual labor to the people he paid to do it, while he himself preferred to sit in his office and sign papers. Asami couldn't have disagreed more, she enjoyed every part of it, working with her hands, bringing her designs and ideas to life personally, it was more than fulfilling, it was inspiring, soulfully satisfying. It was fascinating to think that something she thought up in her head could come to life with a bit of hard work.

The heiress slid forward, reaching out and groping blindly for the wrench she had abandoned just moments before. She wrapped her fingers around the cold metal and resumed her place under the vehicle. She found another uncompromising bolt and she cursed loudly when the wrench's grip failed and the metal slammed her free hand into the sharp metal around it. She shook her hand out, trying to soothe the ache already beginning to set it, but paused when she heard a familiar snort of laughter.

"I didn't know you were such a potty mouth," Asami eyes widened and she slid herself out from under the satomobile, misjudging the distance and catching her forehead against metal when she sat up.

"ow fuck me!" she yelped, rubbing a hand at her assaulted skull. She looked up to find Korra standing a few feet away, grinning wickedly, "well if you insist".

Korra burst into laughter, watching Asami's cheeks turn four shades of crimson while her mouth opened and closed like a gulping fish. She held a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter, blue eyes shining with mischief, "just kidding".

Asami glared up at the other woman,attempting to look intimidating while she still rubbed at her forehead, "what are you doing here?" she asked, eying the still grinning woman up and down.

She wore dark grey sweatpants that hung low on her hips and and old t-shirt with the arms and sides cut away. There was a faded logo across the front of her shirt that she couldn't make heads or tails of. Korra stuffed her hands into the pockets of her pants, "we have a lesson today remember?" her blue eyes slid down and back up, "grease monkey". Asami stiffened, casting a quick glance down at herself. She wore and old tank top, faded and ripped jeans and high boots, her hair was pulled messily to the back of her skull, not to mention the fact that she was covered head to toe in oil and sweat. She flushed, mortified to be seen in such a sorry state, especially by someone as spectacular as Korra. The dark skinned woman rocked back and forth on her toes and heels, eyes darting around the room now, "what are you working on?" she asked, her eyes coming back to rest of the woman sitting on the ground in front of her.

Asami pushed herself up off the floor, dusting absently at the back of her jeans and ignoring Korra's gaze, "nothing" she spat. She turned to leave but stopped when she felt Korra's fingers wrap gently around her bicep. She looked back at Korra, who was doing that thing with her eyebrows, where she looked absolutely adorable and made Asami's heart melt.

"I'm sorry if I offended you or something I was uh, "she rubbed the back of her neck with her free hand, "I was just kidding" her voice was softer now, "yeah I know it wasn't funny and I shouldn't have said that and I'm no good at jokes and I swear I always end up offending someone, you probably thought that I meant you looked bad or something but you don't! you look great! uh I mean, I uh," she was looking at the floor now, her cheeks burning under the taller woman's gaze.

Asami couldn't help but smile 'how cute', she placed her hand on top of the one Korra had on her arm, her head shot up at the touch.

"It's okay," Asami offered lightly, "it's just kind of...personal, you could say". Korra nodded slowly and removed her hand from Asami's arm. It was like a burning heat left her body when the hand was removed, she missed the feeling of Korra's strong hands on her. 'Okay, is it creepy to be attracted to someone's hands' she thought, taking a quick glance at Korra's fingers 'okay let's not think about this'.

"I'll meet you out back in a few minutes," Asami didn't wait for Korra's response, just turned and left her standing alone.

One quick shower and clothing change later, she found Korra sitting by the pool, waiting for her. When she saw Asami she was all smiles and cheerfulness, as if she hadn't been thoroughly snapped at and embarrassed just minutes before. The heiress placed her towel on a nearby chair and glanced over her shoulder, "ready to go?" Her mouth went dry, her throat felt tight and the heat of the sun was starting to become too much. She watched over her shoulder as Korra removed her shirt and sweats and 'oh sweet lord' what a sight it was. She wore a matching black sports top with very short, and very tight shorts. Asami was staring and she knew it, she was tracing the curve of Korra's perfect backside when the a chuckle had her dragging her eyes up to meet amused blue ones.

"My eyes are up here," Korra grinned.

Asami's face burned hotter than it ever had before. She didn't even attempt to think up a comeback, she just turned and jumped into the water throwing a quick wave at the laughing idiot behind her, "l-let's just get this over with".


'okay, you can do this, just a few more days with,' Korra's eyes traced the lines of Asami's back 'with this very attractive and very confusing woman, and then you'll have your money and you'll never have to see her again' Okay, that thought kinda hurt a bit, but it was the truth, she came to the city to participate, and win her tourney, not to flirt with beautiful rich -and probably straight - girls. 'Just think of the money, and the big ass trophy'

"okay, just let me put my hands underneath you just in case you-" Korra reached out her arms.

"No!" Asami snapped with such force she swore she heard her teeth click together. The southern woman held her hands up and stepped backwards about a foot. This girl was seriously the most confusing person she had ever come to know. One minute she was looking Korra up and down, and the next she was biting her head off for trying to do her job, it was disorienting.

Green eyes met blue in the next moment,

"I uh, just wanted to try to float on my own," the heiress's voice was soft, tinged with a bit of guilt at the end. Korra nodded and watched silently as the woman leaned back into the water, only to sputter and sink seconds later. Asami came to the surface in a rush of water, coughing and thrashing her arms about. Korra giggled and was rewarded with a glare that could have killed a lesser woman, she clamped her mouth shut and watched Asami try again. This time she had half her body floating, but was struggling to keep it that way. Korra, taking the opportunity, ran her eyes along the length of Asami's body. The young Sato had thrown her for a loop, changing from her usual one-piece suit to a two-piece that was black and red striped and trimmed in white. It was a sight second to only one. A vision of the heiress in torn jeans and a faded tank, dirtied and sweating, flashed through Korra's mind and a rush of heat shot through her body. It was a bit of a surprise to see Asami in such a way, it was a complete contradiction to the perfect barbie Korra had assumed her to be. It was though, unbelievably sexy.

"It this right?" Asami's voice drifter to her ears and she tried to focus herself on the half sunken brunette.

Korra sighed, defeated and waded closer to slip her hands under the other woman, her palms against Asami's bare back. Asami squeaked awkwardly and tried to pull herself away, but Korra didn't let her get an inch.

"relax you body and breath," she instructed gently. She felt the muscles of Asami's back tense instead and she fought the urge to roll her eyes, instead she looked down at the struggling woman, "I won't let anything bad happen to you, I promise." She held Asami's gaze and was pleased to feel the deep breath that she took in response. Her body bobbed to the surface, arms working at her sides, Korra grinned, "see? I got you!"

Was that a blush she saw or just the beginnings of sunburn on her cheeks? She had to be kidding herself, but it was nice to imagine she was capable of making Asami blush. Green eyes never wavered, and for just a moment Korra forgot herself, just for a minute Korra let herself believe a girl like this could actually like her.