A/N: Asami has to do this now. My first Korrasami. Fun stuff.

Disclaimer: I do not own LoK.


She lay on her side with the sheets drawn up to her chest, shielding her naked body from the cold air which blew through the open space in the window. She can hear the faint snoring of the man beside her but instead of smiling like she normally would, she feels nothing but guilt and dread.

She should love him. Her heart should belong to him. They had gone through so much together and had even just had sex together. He stayed hot all the time, like fire was constantly coursing through his veins. She had always anchored to him afterwards but now she rolled away as if he burnt her.

But she just couldn't. She couldn't hold him like a lover when she didn't love him. She couldn't kiss him like he was her world when he wasn't. She couldn't keep doing this to him.

She rose from the bed, drawing on her clothes and fixing her hair into a messy ponytail. She had something she had to do. She had to make this right and stop hurting everyone involved, her included.

It took just a few minutes really, a ride on her bike and then a quick ferry to the island. She knew it was late but this had to be done.

She stood outside the door and bit her lip as she knocked. Would she be rejected? Scorned?

"Asami? What are you doing here this late?" the dark-skinned girl said as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She was wearing a white tank top and long blue cotton pants, her hair around her head like a halo.

"I just had to-" the dark-haired girl began but she couldn't put it into words what she wanted to let this girl know.

So she did the next best thing. She leaned forward and grabbed the dark-skinned by her shoulders for a desperate hungry kiss, wanting to show her what she wanted all along.