Okay guys! A new chapter every six or so months doesn't seem bad right?

No, honestly I'm sorry about the delay in chapters, but after all I am a high school senior this year and I'm trying to get a literal fuckton of things done, so puh- lease be patient with me. It's getting done, slowly and surely. And if you guys just want more Korrasami, I have another that I'm working on (but about as slowly as this one) and another post with a few one shots, so there's that?

Anyway, the story at this point is just flashbacks to lighten up the mood just a tad with a little more of an in depth graze of the relationship these two have and the little moments in time that the main story didn't quite have time to touch. The next chapter will go back to the sad reality and that one will be extremely hard for me to write, but these were a blessing.

I hope you all enjoy and please leave a comment if you wish!

ASAMI POV

The morning is dark, and I enjoy the silence of a slowly, softly breathing Korra beside me in my dorm. Most nights we sleep with each other, and I often have nightmares that wake me up. Last night was the usual, the one that keeps me up some nights entirely, because I know that if I go back to sleep I'll see myself burning again, I'll see my mother engulfed in flames with the fire trucks rushing to us, the paramedics carrying her away on a stretcher again. The cold, white linoleum tiles of the emergency room and the expression that my father has worn for the past fifteen years. I've never told Korra about the details, she only knows that my mother died when I was six and that I have bad dreams about it, about a lot of bad dreams.

I get up slowly as to not disturb Korra. Coffee is already being made in the pot, so I go over to it and fill a cup half way up with the dark, bitter liquid before pouring the other half with milk and three tablespoons of sugar. Mako makes fun of me for liking 'a little bit of coffee with my milk' but I've never cared.

The floor that Korra and I are on is high up enough in the dorm building to have a good view on the small porch outside, a single sliding door opening to it. There's just barely enough room for two chairs and a small table in between them. On the table lies a mason jar with a single sunflower in it and an ashtray for when I'm feeling particularly stressed. Korra never smokes, and I try not to, but she hasn't ever said anything to object so I guess she doesn't care too much anyway.

I sit in a chair with the door open and my legs pressed against my stomach. My tshirt and shorts won't do much to help the near winter air, but the air helps to clear my mind anyway.

I decide to light a cigarette and nearly as soon as I do Korra steps out onto the porch, her hair all over her face and her shirt a wrinkled mess.

"One of those mornings, huh?" She says, and the depth of understanding in her voice is always so soft when I'm having one of these days, mornings, evenings, whenever. So patient, so kind. I don't know why.

"Yeah." I look at the cigarette, take a deep drag of it, then blow the smoke into the air so I can watch the patterns swirl lazily in the dark sky. Afterwards I snub it out, decide that's the best thing to do.

"You don't have to do that, you know," She says to me, softly, before reaching a hand out to curl a lock of my hair around her finger.

"I know."

"Wanna talk about it?"

I sigh, knowing that she just wants to help. But I'm afraid, and she seems to sense this.

"I'm sorry, I know it's a lot-"

"My mom died a long time ago, you know that, right?" I ask, looking down into my coffee now.

"I… yes," she finally answers, deciding to listen, but her face tells me that she still wants to apologize.

"She died in a fire. We lived outside of a huge town, but it was so quiet out there. Our house was, well, a mansion, and the forest around it was expansive. There were deer out there, pretty much every type of wildlife you could imagine. My father loved driving through the forest on those winding trails, and he had plenty of money from his father's father's business that he continued. So he," I let out a small laugh at the irony, "Out of all the things he could have done, he made a racetrack out in the woods, of all places, and he began designing cars instead of just running the business. Racecars, hundred thousand- dollar designer cars, anything that hummed to life really. By the time I was born, he had made the company name so much greater, and his name had been put up in lights." I pause. "Then, there was a fire, and everything burned. It was so sudden, I don't know how to explain it." I feel tears running down my cheeks, but I don't know how long they've been there. "It was upon us so fast, and it burned the whole house down, the entire racetrack, over two hundred acres of the forest around us. I.. I later found out that it was a campfire that had gotten away from a few unlucky campers- the fire, Korra, it was everywhere." I'm sobbing now, and my head feels heavy and my eyes feel swollen. "And I live that again every few nights, and I don't. Know. Why… I don't know why I have to do it again and again. And in my dream, I can never move. I'm stuck there." My words have turned into whispers.

"I'm so sorry, Asami," Korra whispers, and she stutters slightly. "I- I"m.. I'm sorry, I never knew."

"How would you have known? I never was strong enough to tell y-" A strong pair of arms slide under my arms before a soft warmth is around my entire torso, holding me strongly and not letting go. My eyes open in surprise for a second.

"Not strong enough?" She whispers, and my eyes screw shut. "You're the strongest woman I know, Asami," she whispers so softly that it's almost like a hum. That's when I feel my insides collapse and know that I start sobbing violently into Korra's shoulder, an incoherent wailing echoing from my lips.

"Shh, baby," I hear vaguely, and I'm being lifted up. Korra somehow managed to get the coffee out of my hands at some point before picking me up and carrying me back into my bed, letting my body rest into hers and cry for as long as I need to.

Violent sobs turn into regular sobs and regular sobs turn into hiccups and whines, and when I open my eyes again Korra's are instantly looking back, and I've never seen anyone care this much for me in my entire life.

"I love you, Asami," she whispers. "I can't promise that I have all the answers, but I - I can promise that I will be here no matter what. Okay?"

And my heart feels so big in one of my darkest and weakest moments.

"Okay."

Sleep grants me a gift for the rest of the night: the ability to rest for once after going so long without it.

…. ….. ….

KORRA POV..

"Come on, babe, there's no need to be afraid! They're just my parents," I say, tugging her out of the taxi that we took after the plane ride. It's winter break and it was my mom's idea for us to come up to Canada for the holidays. Asami isn't very religious, and my religious customs are much different from the ones that most people practice down south, but I don't think anyone's worried about that.

"But I've never met them before!" She whisper- yells, picking her luggage up and walking beside me. With her free hand she makes dramatic gestures. "I mean, I know we all Skyped that one time but I was nervous as hell!" I chuckle at her for the millionth time today about her being so nervous.

"Asami." I take her hand. "They. Are. My. Parents. They are the chillest animals on the planet, okay? My culture doesn't really make a big deal out of sexuality. I mean, if they did I'd be dead," I say, gesturing to my crotch.

She sighs. "You may be right.." A groan. "But that doesn't make me feel any better." Her slow pace in the snow speeds up a little, and she just takes a gulp of breath and deals with her nerves as we get closer to my house. The walk was a little ways from the road that the taxi driver dropped us off at, my house being in the middle of nowhere and all. My family loves the quiet, and so do I. But, Asami. Asami is everything that moves, the hum of a motorcycle, the flow of blood through veins. But I think she'll do okay.

ASAMI POV…

I've been to Canada before, sure, but not ever like this. I've only been to the cities, the bustling, hectic parts that offer pretty much anything you want at your fingertips. Food, drink, late nights with people that you only met the day before. So much sex, so much hunger, and when I think of it I just think of the feeling of blood rushing through my head and the swirling of vodka. I think Korra knows this, because I've told her about it, and I'm almost certain that she's trying to show me something different, more personal. More human, in a way. She looks up at me, and there's snow in her hair but she looks so.. alive and so beautiful. Everything about Korra is extreme. But in her home, I'm sure it's even more amplified.

Before I know it we're at the door to a huge wooden cabin, probably hand made. Korra leans up to give me a kiss, and she stands in front of the door, fist poised to knock. What happens next happens so quickly, and all I see is a huge white puff knocking Korra to the side, and a small squeak escapes Korra before she says "Naga!" and I let myself calm down a little.

"Naga, stop iiiiiiit!" She says, laughing and rolling around underneath a huge dog, I'm not sure of what breed or even how a dog could be that big, but good lord.

"Uh, so I'm guessing, uhm, 'Naga' is not trying to kill you?" I ask, sprayed by a snow flurry.

Korra answers me between laughs. "No, no, Naga is my pet!" She says, still laying underneath the excited beast and petting it's white fur. "She's a husky wolf mix, I know she's huge. Buuuuut," Korra scratches Naga behind the ears. "She's a wimp." A small laugh escapes Korra's lips. "C'mere, pet her."

I lean down and Naga's attention is immediately on me, nose sniffing my hand in an instant. She lets out a small whimper before licking my whole hand and barking once happily. I try not to cringe and scratch her behind the ear, and she's as happy as she could be.

"I know you're a cat person," Korra says, standing up and dusting the snow off of her. "But, in my defense, Naga is very well trained and is an excellent gentlewoman. She went everywhere with me when I was down here, a lot like a service dog. I'm pretty convinced she could be one."

"But she eats your weight in food every day!" A voice says from the front door a few feet away, and I know that it's Senna because of her airy and light voice.

"Mom!" Korra says, running forward and wrapping her mom in a hug. "How are you?" Her mom leans into the hug and pulls back to look into her daughter's eyes.

"I'm good," she says quickly. "How are you? You getting enough rest? Are you eating enough? Art school going well for you-"

"Anax̂," Korra begins in a language that I've never heard her speak before. She looks back at her mother and a joyful smile appears on her lips as she strings more words together. Her mother listens intently and her eyes move over to me once, and a proud smile appears on her lips.

"Okay?" Korra speaks in English once again.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," her mother begins. Her expression suddenly becomes a bit embarrassed. "Oh, Asami, dear, I don't mean to make you feel left out." I hear the soft accent in her voice and see the way her eyes crinkle when she smiles. "Get a hug, Asami." Before I know it her arms are around me in a bear hug without any regret and she pats on my back a few times, and I'm shocked so much that the hairs on my arms stand up. I don't feel like this often, not the hug of a mother, and I clench my jaw to not look broken or cry any joyful tears. Korra looks up from feverishly petting Naga to me and when her gaze meets mine she looks heartbroken, throwing a sweet smile my way. I make sure to look away but I hear her sigh. The hug doesn't last more than three or four seconds but it feels so much longer.

"Hey, why don't we get inside? You have to remember we're used to the cold but Asami isn't, yeah?" Korra says, putting her hands in her pockets.

"Right, right," Senna grabs my hand and leads me through the threshold. Naga runs in excitedly and up the stairs across the room.

I take a moment to observe the expansive interior. The home is made nearly completely in a cabin- style, but it's almost as nice as a small mansion. Solid, dark stained walls. This is essentially one huge room, to my left the living area and to my right a dining and cooking area. I see several halls and a staircase at the far end of the room directly in front of me, and I can only assume these hallways lead to the rooms or something. It's quite a work of architecture.

I realize that I'm dazed out. "Oh, I-" I stutter. "I'm sorry, I'm an architectural engineer major, so this is quite a feat to me." I can feel a small blush rise to my cheeks.

"Don't worry dear, we understand. Korra's told us much about you."

….

Korra's father comes home later in the evening, and we all pitch in to make dinner, which consists of arctic hen and the same kind of noodles from Narook's, along with a ton of side dishes. The noodles look fundamentally the same as Narook's, but they smell so much better. Must be because they're fresh and all that, or so Korra says.

….

"So, what do you think about the culture here, Asami?" Korra's father says in his deep rumble of a voice. His accent is heavier than his wife's. "It has to be a little different than college, yes?"

"A lot, yes," I say, smiling a little. "But mostly it's just because it's so much calmer here. Nobody stares at anyone, everyone seems to be happy minding their own business."

He waves me off dismissively. "Everyone here has too much to worry about to get into the business of other people, especially strangers. That's why I like it up here. Sure, the wilderness is rough and it's cold, but the people are nice." He gives Korra a nudge on the arm. "And the whiskey is great!" Both he and Korra let out a throaty laugh, and I finally see where Korra gets that from.

"Now, Tonraq," Korra's mother says, suppressing a laugh. "Asami might not like alcohol." And Korra lets out a sputter.

"I know she doesn't look it, but I'm pretty sure she could out- drink dad!" She says, and Senna looks at me with a wide grin.
"We'll see about that!" Tonraq says, laughing and setting his fist down on the table. "You're not gonna be here for long, so I'm definitely taking you to the bar one night this week, Asami!" He leans in a bit closer to me, giddy with happiness but also stern. "Now, you've had southern liquor, but this stuff is meant to warm men all the way through and make them forget their troubles."

"Your family doesn't play, do they, Korra?" I ask once he's situated himself back into his seat.

"I thought you knew that, dear," she says. I didn't realize she and her mom were laughing at me and Tonraq. No, scratch that, the whole family is laughing at me now.

"What's so funny?" I ask, a blush and a laugh rising up to my lips.

…..

Korra closes the door to her room carefully with me in her arms, kissing me feverishly.

"You ever fucked on a elkskin blanket before?" she asks me, breath hot against mine. Her fleece sweatpants hide nothing.

"No, I haven't." The words barely leave my mouth before her lips charge back into mine, and the next second I'm lowered onto the bed. Korra makes no attempts to do this slowly, and my legs hang off the side of the bed. "Wha- what are you doing, Korra?" I choke out of my mouth as she takes my pants off, kissing patterns down to where she knows I like it the most.

"Something that I knew you'd enjoy," she purrs, sliding my underwear off now with her teeth.

"Oh, God," I say, letting out a loud hum when I feel her tongue overwhelm me. "Good, such a good girl." She looks up at me once, her eyes frosted with lust, tongue lapping at where she knows I love it the most.

Korra goes at it for a while until I know that I'm close and shaking with the need of a release. I let out a particularly loud moan and Korra stops what she's doing immediately, covering my mouth with her hand. When she speaks next she's very in control, even though I can tell that the teasing she's doing to herself is almost too much. Her cock is out of her pants and a drop of precum is shining out of the head.

"If you want this, you have to be quiet," she growls. I nod my head and she raises an eyebrow, but goes back to her task. Minutes later she makes me finish, and I have to grab a pillow and bite my lip closed to conceal the orgasm that rocks my body.

After that, Korra wastes no time in turning me the proper way on the bed, and pinning me down. "Round two for you," she whispers. Then a pause. "If that's okay."
All I can do is nod, bringing her lips down to crash into mine, and I feel her fill me up in the next few seconds, a deep growl coming from her throat. "Nice and wet. You know just how I like it," she growls at me, kissing me again.

"Well you've been jerking it for as long as you were eating me, of course you'll like it like that."

"I haven't touched it, I just pulled it out for you to see," she whispers, a devilish grin lining her lips. "That's all your doing." My eyebrows raise and then it's my turn to smirk. I wrap my legs around Korra and smirk.

"On your back."

Turns out Korra can't be very quiet either, especially with me in this position of dominance. I discard my top and let her hands cup my chest, riding her cock with ease.

"Asami, I'm cl- close," she groans, opening her mouth in preparation to moan. I stop right there, and she looks at me with fury.

"Quiet the fuck down then, if you want to cum," I say, leaning down so that my mouth is centimeters away from hers. "Especially if you want to do it inside of me." Her eyes widen and she zips her mouth up. Since Korra and I had our first incident with this, I've started birth control and I make sure to take as many precautions as I can.

With that I continue my work, slowly at first. Korra is staring at me lustfully and eventually begging for dear life by the time I get ready to let her cum gripping the sheets so hard that I can see the veins in her arms.

"A- A- Asami, Asami I'm coming," she whispers, mouth open in a silent moan. My eyes widen when I feel her cum shoot into me, and I groan as I let her ride out her orgasm. Her arms relax after she rides it out, and her eyes drowsily open.

"Shit," she says, and absentmindedly places a hand on my thigh. I just chuckle and move off of Korra, a gentle moan escaping both of us when I do, and I see a pool of white liquid on the elk skin blanket.

"Mhm, shit," I say, motioning to it and Korra grimaces.

"We can clean that up, no worries."

Korra and I chuckle for a few moments and I hear a muffled "Korra!" downstairs in the kitchen. Korra mutters a "Really?" and then mouths, "Shh, we're sleeping."

A few seconds pass.

"Korra!" This time more distinctly from her mother.

More moments pass and Korra grimaces harder.

"KORRIN, GET DOWN HERE," this time it's from both her mother and father, they don't sound angry, but slightly aggravated.

"Korrin?" I ask, and Korra stands up, cleaning the remaining cum off of herself. The task is harder for me, I'll have to use the bathroom before going down there. She doesn't answer my initial question so I just continue.

"Dammit, Korra, why did I let you cum inside me?" Korra just lets out a chuckle and slips her sweatpants over herself, still semi- hard.

"Well, either way I think we both enjoyed it," she says cockily with an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, yeah, asshole. Go down there, I'll follow in a minute."

"Kay."

I go into the bathroom and clean up, and when I get downstairs Korra looks a little embarrassed but ultimately normal.

When I make it downstairs, Korra is sitting on the kitchen bar beside the sink, an easy going grin on her face. If only they knew the expressions she was making ten minutes ago..

Korra's father looks up from his late night cup of coffee and gives me a grin. "Well now we can start the real conversation! You okay, Asami? We have pepto bismol in the cabinet-"

"Oh no, I'm good!" I slur through, which leaves the entire room chuckling, albeit Korra's chuckling is a bit quieter. Still probably thinking about the whole scenario. She always has loved cumming inside of me since the first accident. I give her a side eye and she looks down, still grinning.

"I have a question, though," I say, pulling out a chair. They all listen, and Korra's dad takes a sip of coffee. "Why did you guys call Korra 'Korrin' earlier?"

Senna looks over at Korra quizzically. "You haven't told her your full name?" She asks, and Korra clears her throat a little. Her mother raises her eyebrow.

"Well, I didn't really think it important," she mutters, grumbling a little at her mother.

"By the spirits, dear," Senna says, brushing a lock of hair from her eyes. "Asami, Korra's full name is Korrin, she decided to alter it slightly when she was.. What was it Tonraq? Five years old?"

"I believe so," Tonraq says. "That's not uncommon though, Asami, she's a bit shy about her younger years."

I look confused, and Korra sighs. "Okay, guys, if anyone can tell her the inevitable childhood story it's me," and she gives them a blushing smile. "I guess there's no way you could really pick up on it because I was so young when I began to transition, Asami, but I was actually born a guy. I wasn't born a woman with, y'know, this," she gestures to her crotch. "It just came with the package and I kept it." A pause. "I'm a little shy about it but I honestly wasn't trying to hide anything from you." She gives me a genuine smile and it looks a little guilty.

I let the corners of my mouth turn up. "I'm not upset or anything, just curious. So.. you just felt like transitioning and you told your parents and it was that easy?"

"Basically, yeah," she says, and frowns a little.

"I wish it was that easy for me," I say, and Tonraq nods in understanding. "I came out to my father a long time ago and he still doesn't accept anything that I am."

"Well, first of all, our beliefs on sexuality in our culture are so vastly different." He opens his mouth like he's about to say something else, but decides against it. "I'm sorry it's so difficult for you to talk to your father, but please never feel that way around here. You always have a place to stay or someone to talk to, whether it's Korra, or us, or really whomever you wish. Even Naga would listen. Okay?"

I clear my throat to keep myself from becoming emotional, and I feel Korra put her hand on my shoulder in the next instant.

"Really, thank you."

…..

KORRA POV…

I find Asami out late that night in the wintery air, sitting on the steps of the front porch outside my childhood home. She's wearing a heavy coat, sweatpants, and boots, though they're lazily thrown on. She's so quiet that I didn't notice her absence in the bed for I'm not sure how long. Today was definitely a lot for her to take in, and she's seemed happy about it, but still in a deep thought and confusion about the change in lifestyle up here. A cigarette is perched between her fingers that needs to be tapped to get the long string of ash off the end.

Before I can speak she taps it and takes a long drag, noting my presence without talking and seeming to snap out of her thoughts.

"I'm sorry I'm smoking, I hope you or your parents don't mind," she says, a soft attitude about her.

"I'm sure they won't, mom likes to smoke a pipe every now and then as well." She hums in agreeance, another puff.

"What about you?"

"Asami," I whisper in the most gentle of voices. "You know I really don't care." Even though I'd rather you not, I still know that it's important for you to have your outlets in life too.

"You do," she whispers, finishing it off but not snubbing it. She takes a look at me. "You have to be cold."

"Thick skin," I say and give her a smile then a quick peck on the cheek. Despite herself she leans into it, and a long pause seems drawn out between us after that. "The whole sexuality thing.. I'm so sor-"

"Don't pity me, Korra," she whispers, though there's a tad of bitterness under there. "I'm fine. I have a lot of people that love me, despite everything. That's why I'm okay." She looks at me and I can finally get a good look at the streaks of salt that line her cheek and jaw line. She stopped crying a long time ago but never bothered to clean up. She leans forward and gives me a kiss, not a peck, but a long, full kiss, with meaning and smoke and words that she doesn't really feel the need to say. Thank you.

"I am going to smoke another cigarette though," she says resolutely after she pulls back, "Then I'll get back in bed." She knows good and well that our flight is the day after tomorrow, and will likely begin packing tomorrow. "Sound good?" She raises and eyebrow.

"Sounds good," I give her one more kiss, this time on the forehead, and gather myself before getting up. I know that I could stay, and she'd never tell me to leave, but she really prefers alone time sometimes. "See you soon, right?"

"Of course, my love. Warm the bed for me."

"Will do."

END OF FLASHBACKS

Until next time!

~Beffmonster