You Could Have It So Much Better
"Beep, beep, beep, beep!"
"No… Stop." Korra pulled her pillow over her head. The harsh sound of her alarm bit through the fabric. She applied a little bit more force, making the blood hum in her ears.
"Whoo!" Naga started to howl through the alarm.
"For God's sake, I'm up!" Korra yelled as she threw her blankets off and slammed on the alarm clock. As soon as the beeping stopped, so did Naga. Korra sighed, falling back on her bed. A wet tongue licked her hand, making her giggle.
"Alright, alright, you will get your breakfast." With a yawn and a stretch, Korra walked to the small kitchen. Naga kept padding around her until she filled a bowl of food. When Naga was happily munching away, Korra took place at the kitchen table, too tired to make breakfast for herself.
Out of the corner of her eye, Korra saw a light on her mobile phone flashing. She grabbed it off the table and swiped the screensaver away. What, eleven new massages!? They were all from Asami and Korra started to suspect the worst.
'Hi! How are you?' The first message said, sent on half past five in the morning.
'Oh, wait. You must be still asleep. Sorry.'
'I couldn't sleep anymore, so…'
'So I will talk to myself '
'Gosh, I'm so sorry for being weird. I actually wanted to ask you out.'
'Do you want to go out with me? Dinner? My treat?'
'Okay, I really lost my smooth attitude somewhere along the way. Sorry, I will look for it before we go out. I promise.'
'That is if you want to go out.'
'Alright, I will stop now. Bye.'
'Oh jeez! I must have left a thousand messages on your phone. Sorry! I didn't mean to worry you. I will stop talking now.'
'Till soon, I hope.'
Korra snickered. For once someone was being more of a dork than her.
'A very thorough way to ask someone out! I will love to go. Tomorrow evening? I might be able to leave work early.' Korra sent back.
"Naga!" Korra yelled out as she jumped up. The dog went on eating, ignoring its owner. Korra threw her arms around the animal, that started to growl now. Naga didn't like to be bothered while eating.
"Life can be pretty nice." Korra whispered into the white, warm and soft fur.
"Asami?" Mako called out as he walked into the hall. It still felt a bit awkward to just enter his ex's house like this.
"Living room!" Asami said back. With fast steps he walked on. Asami was seated at a new table. Modern photographs hung on the walls and bookcases filled the rest of the room.
"Wow, now it even looks like you live here." Mako joked. The last time he was here the apartment was still a mess with a disturbing lack of furniture.
"Yeah, I unpacked some boxes. I need to buy a new couch, though."
"You did this all by yourself?" Mako asked in awe as he put the grocery bag on the table.
"The neighbor from the third floor was happy to help with the cases." Asami went on as she tried to turn a screw in her radio with one hand.
"You know that you need to rest." Mako said, still admiring Asami's many books.
"I'll make myself crazy if I don't do anything." Asami sighed, putting the screwdriver down. "What have you got for me?"
"Oh, some vegetables, bread, eggs, the basics."
"You know that if you continue with this shopping habit I can feed an orphanage very soon." Asami's refrigerator was almost bursting at its seams. People however kept buying her food as if she wasn't able to feed herself. Maybe she wasn't.
"I know, but I promised Zhu Li and she doesn't seem to be the kind of person you want to piss off." Mako explained as he took the bag of groceries to put them away on the last vacant spots in the kitchen. "Bolin wants to visit. I told him about the accident." Asami had given Mako permission to tell Bolin about her situation, since Mako started to feel guilty about his secret visits.
"How did he take it?" Asami asked when Mako returned.
"Shocked, worried. He wants to see how you're doing. Might solve your food problem."
"Ah, I guess. I will invite him over sometime." Asami promised. The sound of her phone vibrating distracted Asami as she grabbed the device with the speed of light. Mako saw a smile grow on her face as she started to punch in some letters with one finger.
"Good news?" Mako asked, toying with the screwdriver on the table.
"Yes." Asami mumbled back. "I… uhm…"
"You what?" Asami took a deep breath. She didn't want to freak Mako out, but she also was tired of keeping secrets.
"I asked Korra out, she just said yes." She stared at Mako, trying to read his reaction. He just nodded.
"Cool."
"Cool? It doesn't sound like you find it very cool."
"What do you want me to say? Congrats? I give you my blessings?" Mako sounded agitated, not that Asami expected anything else.
"No, but I don't want this to come between us." Asami tried to calm the storm.
"What are your intentions?" Mako asked out of the blue, which made Asami frown.
"My intentions? Are you my father now?"
"No, I just want to know your plans. What are you playing at?"
"I'm playing at nothing!" Asami growled. She didn't like that Mako was suggesting she was some kind of heartless monster. "I happen to like Korra and excuse me if I grab every opportunity for happiness."
"But what about her happiness!?" Mako yelled. "You can't drag her down with all your problems! Don't think I didn't notice your name change or how you never really talk about anything personal. Korra might seem tough, but she can't handle another disaster!" Silence ended his little outrage and the two friends stared at each other. "Sorry, that was… uncalled for." Mako mumbled.
Asami wished she had the words to defend herself or even the arguments, but she knew Mako had a point. Was she using Korra to forget her own miserable life? Was it fair of her to depend on Korra to become happy again?
"She has been through a lot. All she wants now is a quiet life and however much I care about you, I won't stand by and watch Korra's life collapse again." Mako's tone was calmer, but his words hadn't lost their edge.
"She told me she had an accident. How bad was it?" Asami asked, her mood below zero now.
"Bad. You can read it on the internet. Just search Korra, Red Lotus and the Avatar stadium." Asami looked up. She had heard something about an terrorist attack in the Avatar Stadium by a radical political group the Red Lotus. Thousands of people had been held hostage, but in the end there were almost no fatalities. Asami couldn't recall Korra being mentioned. "I know you are a good person, but…" Mako was thinking about the right words to use.
"I'm bad news." Asami picked them for him.
"No you're not. Sorry, I'm being weird. You two together…" Mako sighed.
"I won't hurt her." Asami tried.
"I know. Good, this was awkward. I should go. See you around." Mako stood up, stumbling a bit over his chair.
"I will call for a get-together with Bolin." Asami said and Mako nodded, leaving the room. Asami looked back at her phone.
'Pick you up at six? I think I remember your address.' Her message seemed stupid now. Was this all stupid?
'I will be the girl with the stunning eyes and incredible biceps.' Asami snorted at Korra's arrogant answer, although Korra wasn't lying.
'However much I would love to see you in a tank top, where we're going you might want to wear something more dressy ;)' Asami smiled, if she wasn't good enough for Korra right now, she will make damn sure she will be in the future.
"You got him to stay at the Avatar family!?" Opal asked in surprise when Korra drove them up a rural road.
"How do you know?" Korra asked as shocked. She had told Opal that she got Kai somewhere safe and that he wanted to cooperate now, but she hadn't told her about the Avatar estate.
"I'm a Beifong. Rich families tend to know each other." Opal said nonchalantly. Korra chuckled. Rich wasn't the first word she would use to describe the Avatar family. They were important though. For generations they were political influential and had done a lot for society. Now Tenzin, the youngest son of Katara and Aang, was running a farm just outside the city. He employed youngsters who were in a difficult situation and struggled to enter society as adults. "My aunt knows Kya." Opal added.
"Oh, right! Kya had mentioned that once."
"You talk to them?" Opal asked in awe.
"Yes, they're family friends. You know that Katara comes from the same tribe as my parents. She was my nanny." Korra explained.
"Wow, you were bound to become an Avatar yourself." Opal joked, still missing the pained expression on Korra's face due to that nickname.
After a short drive through fields and forest, Korra and Opal arrived at a large farm house. High fences were protecting the perimeters. When they parked their car a young boy came running towards them.
"Korra! Korra!" He yelled, jumping up and down.
"Hi there Meelo. How are the troops?" When Korra mentioned 'troops', Meelo stood still, raised his hand for a salute and yelled: "Great ma'am!"
"Good, off you go soldier." Korra said in a demanding voice, saluting the boy back. With a sprint, Meelo disappeared into the farmhouse.
"He likes to play army." Korra explained as they walked up to the house.
"I always thought the Avatar kids would be more stuck up and what not." Opal wondered, taking in the vast surroundings of the estate.
"Really? Are the Beifong children stuck up?" Korra asked bemused.
"What? Any complaints about my manners?" Opal joked, elbowing Korra in the ribs.
"I wouldn't dare." Korra laughed as they walked through the doors.
"Korra, how nice to see you!" A woman with a kind smile greeted them. "And you are?"
"Opal Beifong." Opal introduced herself with a small bow.
"My name is Pema. I just made some tea, join me in the kitchen." Pema said, walking into another room. "Tenzin will be here in a minute with Kai."
"He doesn't have to hurry. We have time." Korra said, taking place at the big dinner table.
"Really? Thought you had a date tonight." Opal whispered with a smirk. Korra kicked her shin, coughing in the meantime to cover up Opal's yelp.
"How is Kai doing?" Korra asked as Pema sat down with them, placing teacups in front of them.
"He's a sweet boy. Works really hard, although I have been missing some forks lately." Pema said.
"I will tell him to give them back." Korra sighed. She didn't even know what a kid like that must do with forks.
"So how is your aunt Lin? I haven't seen her around for a while." Pema asked, turning to Opal.
"Owh. She's… Lin." Opal said, surprised that Pema asked.
"That is a very true statement." Pema reflected.
"Pema is the only brave woman in the world who stole Lin's boyfriend and lived to tell the tale." Korra snickered.
"She hardly stole me. I went willingly." A booming voice emerged from the doorway. A tall bold man with a goatee entered the kitchen.
"Hi Tenzin." Korra smiled.
"Hello Korra, it has been a long time."
"I was busy." Korra said as Tenzin took a seat at the table.
"I'm going to check on Meelo. He has been quiet for five minutes now, which can't be good." Pema excused herself.
"You must be Opal. It's nice to meet you." Tenzin said.
"It's an honor to be here." Opal answered.
"We really should have met earlier, but the Beifongs are always so busy. You know my father and your grandmother were close friends."
"Yes, my mom told me. We should have a get-together sometime." Opal agreed.
"Yes, we really should. Anyway, you're here for Kai." Tenzin turned to Korra.
"Thanks for putting him up on such short notice. His situation is a bit complicated." Korra excused herself.
"The Triads, they are a menace to the city." Tenzin said in thought, stroking his goatee. "I don't know how long I can keep him here though." He continued with an hint of remorse.
"But he's safe here." Korra tried, not needing another problem on her hands right now.
"I know, but you have to understand that we are under a lot of pressure these days. I house a lot of teenagers and we are overpopulated. There is not much for him to do around here. Besides that, I can't put everybody in danger." Tenzin explained.
"So you're just going to let him slip through the cracks!?" Korra yelled in frustration. She knew Tenzin had no other choice. If the Triads were after Kai, this whole place could be in danger, definitely if the Agni Kai got involved. Still it made Korra angry. It wasn't Kai's fault he was a threat. She had persuaded him to snitch and now she had to think of a way to keep him safe.
"You know that that is the last thing I want to do, but there are others as well." Tenzin tried again, as calm as ever.
"Fine, I will find a new place for him." Korra grunted.
"I'm sorry Korra, you know I would help you out if I could." Tenzin said. "Things have just been crazy around here. Raiko is struggling with the unemployment in the city and his reelection, calling for more meetings than there are hours in the day. Then there was this fire in the stables, no-one got hurt, but we had to build a new barn. And I had this weird car accident a while back. We still need to remove the tree that was hit." Tenzin tried to explain his decision.
"I'm sorry to hear all that. I will get Kai out of your hair." Korra stood up with a sigh. Opal followed her.
"If you need anything else, please don't hesitate to call."
"Thanks, say hello to the kids from me." Korra said. Tenzin nodded and they said their goodbyes as Korra and Opal went to fetch Kai.
"So what next? I can take Kai in for a couple of days, but I don't know what my parents will think of it." Opal offered.
"You still live at your parents' house?" Korra asked with a raised eyebrow.
"They have a big house, so it feels like living on my own." Opal shrugged her shoulders.
"It's okay. I will take him. Gives Naga a playmate."
"Let's just hope that the Triads won't find out or just don't care." Opal voiced Korra's fears.
"Let's just hope…"
The bar was dark and smoke hang in the air. It was just after midday, but the lack of natural light made it look like midnight. There weren't a lot of people and in the far end of the bar was a band playing. The notes of slow jazz made the atmosphere complete, especially when the saxophonist started another melodramatic solo.
Asami scanned the place, seeing her sponsor sitting at the bar. What kind of place was this to meet her sponsor anyway? You would think that alcoholics shouldn't meet up at bars like this.
Okay, don't lose your cool and count till ten whenever he gets on your nerves. After this you go home, dress up and meet Korra. Asami motivated herself. Yesterday Tahno had called Asami, saying it was protocol to get to know each other. Before Asami could protest he had set a time and a place for their 'bonding' time. Throughout the whole conversation, Tahno sounded as unenthusiastic as Asami was feeling, so she hoped this wouldn't take long.
"Hello." Asami greeted, taking place next to Tahno on a barstool. He was sipping on a light red drink that looked like a cocktail.
"Shirley Temple." Tahno commented as he saw Asami's gaze.
"Right."
"You can have one too if you want."
"No, cocktails always have been too sweet for my taste." Asami said. "A glass of sparkling water please." Asami ordered when she got the attention of the bartender.
"So I was a jazz musician. Best trumpet player in the city. My band was way better than that." Tahno said as he pointed with his thumb over his shoulder to the band playing.
"Okay?" Asami said unsure of why he was telling this. Tahno exclaimed a tormented sigh.
"We need to bond, so I tell you my story to build up trust. Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll or in my case jazz was my life. That went well till the drummer died of an overdose." Tahno ended his story as if he was reciting a list of chores.
"I'm sorry that happened." Asami said, figuring that it must have been hard to lose a friend like that.
"Yes, so I cut the alcohol since I wanted to live. What's your story princess?"
"Don't call me that." Asami said in a ice cold voice. Tahno smirked and took a sip through the straw in his drink. "I don't know when I started to drink on a regular basis." This wasn't a lie. Asami had spent hours of figuring out when she exactly lost control over her life. She came up empty, only assuming it happened gradually.
"So are you an hedonist or a forgetter?" Tahno asked, making Asami raise an eyebrow yet again. "Pleasure or sadness? I drank for fun, you drank to…" Tahno made a hand gesture suggesting that Asami had to hurry up with it.
"Forgetter. It never worked though." Asami admitted, taking a big gulp of her water.
"It never does. What were you forgetting?"
"I rather not tell." Asami cut him off, making Tahno sigh once again.
"Listen, I don't like you and you don't like me. I'm still your sponsor and for this to work you need to tell. That way we can both move on with our lives instead of sitting here."
"Fine. First my mother left me when I was small, then my boyfriend cheated on me and to finish it all my father betrayed me. That's when I started, wanting to forget that everyone was leaving me. I wanted to forget that I was alone or that that even mattered. Then my mother returned just to get hit by a car that was sent by her fiancée and I can't go to the police because then I will be next!" The last words left Asami to stare at Tahno in shock. She shouldn't have said that. It was just that she couldn't stop once she started. Nobody ever has asked her why she was the way she was and now all the shitty things in her life just started to pour out.
"Sorry, forget I said that." Asami whispered.
"Sounds like quite the life you got there." Tahno said sipping some more Shirley Temple. His expression was hard to read.
"Yeah, keeps me busy." Asami sighed. All of a sudden Tahno slammed his hand on the bar.
"Did you hear that! That man is just playing scales, calling it a solo. This city doesn't know what style is anymore. This is going to get us all killed! Mark my words!" Tahno yelled at the stage.
"Shut up!" One of the musicians yelled back, making Asami think that this wasn't the first time Tahno had anything to say about the music. It made her smile somewhat.
"Why don't you play?" Asami asked.
"Maybe one day. This dump sure needs it." Tahno scoffed. The bartender shook his head. "Pfff, as if you know anything about music." Tahno commented. Asami wondered how Tahno behaved when he was drunk, if this was him sober it couldn't be good.
"Listen Asami, live your life. I know we all have to make amends in those stupid talk groups, but don't become a sad case trying to look for some magical new beginning." Tahno started to point at Asami to give more force to his words. "You're like me. There is a fire in you. You have better things to do than to worry about drinks."
"Uhm… thanks?"
"Whatever!" Tahno rolled his eyes and walked towards the bathroom, leaving Asami in confusion.
"You have an intense friend." The bartender remarked.
"Does he come here very often?"
"Only to yell at the band. I mean, he might have a point. That guy always plays the same things." Asami chuckled. Somehow she was less disappointed in her sponsor now.
"This is the kitchen. You can take anything from the fridge, just watch out with the oven. It doesn't work properly and sometimes it just burns stuff."
"I'm not much of a cook." Kai answered while he went through some cabinets till he found a box of biscuits. "Don't you have to go to your date?" Kai asked while stuffing his face.
"Yes." Korra answered, subconsciously adjusting her blouse a little. She was pumped up about her date with Asami, but also worried about everything else and a little bit nervous.
"Cool, I will hold the fort." Kai said, taking the box with biscuits to the living room. He fell down on the couch and turned on the television. Korra watched him. He looked like he had always lived here.
"Don't go out. We don't want anyone to see you." Korra warned.
"Yes, yes." Kai answered, changing channels. Korra sighed. She sounded like her mother.
"And you, watch over this one okay?" Korra whispered into Naga's ear as she knelt down next to her pet. "Also, don't let him eat all the cookies." Naga woofed at the sound of cookies, which made Korra smile.
"I think your girlfriend is honking her car or the traffic is jammed down there!" Kai yelled over the high volume of the television.
"See you later and turn that down!" Korra yelled back as she slipped out the door.
Outside Asami was waiting, resting against the door of a fire red Cadillac. She wore black biker boots, a black skirt that reached just above her knees and a loose red blouse that complimented her lipstick. It was the perfect balance between chic and casual.
"Hi there. You look snazzy." Korra commented, feeling uncomfortable in her clothes. She normally wouldn't wear a blouse and blazer, but she didn't know what kind of restaurant Asami would take her to.
"You look good yourself. Very classic and formal." Asami smiled, opening the back door of the Cadillac so Korra could step in.
"I'm not allowed on the front seat?" Korra asked teasingly, making Asami cringe for a second.
"I have a chauffeur. So… We can chat on the backseat." Asami explained uneasy.
"Cool! I never had a driver before!" Korra hopped into the car and was joined by Asami on the other side. "Hello." Korra greeted the man behind the wheel. The driver just nodded and took off when Asami closed the door.
"So this is your car?" Korra asked in awe.
"One of the many I have." Asami smiled. "I kind of love vehicles."
"Vehicles?"
"Yeah, cars, motorcycles, boats, planes…"
"Did you just say boats? Did you just say planes!?" Korra's mouth dropped, making Asami laugh.
"Yes, I said both. It's an hobby."
"Some hobby you got there. So where are you taking me in your hobby?"
"Oh, a lady never shares her secrets." Asami said bemused, watching Korra blush. Something about Asami's sultry voice made shivers go down Korra's spine. She's way more innocent on the phone. Korra thought, although she couldn't complain about Asami's newfound confidence.
Kwong's Cuisine was one of the most famous restaurants in the world. Korra had heard of it, but had never been there before, since it was way over her budget. Only movie starts and important political figures could get a table at Kwong's and they even had to reserve months in advance.
And here they were. The moment the waiter saw Asami enter his eyes started to light up. He bowed and led the two of them into the restaurant, making several other people wait. Korra looked around while they were walking. She felt terribly underdressed. Most of the people that were eating were wearing evening gowns or tuxedo's. Korra looked beside her to Asami, who was chatting with the waiter. She looked even more informal than Korra, but she didn't seem to be bothered by this and as far as the dress code was concerned, it didn't seem to apply to Asami or Korra.
"Here you go Miss Qadira." The waiter pulled a chair back from the table once they had entered a cozy room, sheltered from the other guests.
"Thank you Francis." Asami said, smiling at the waiter.
"The usual?" The waiter asked.
"For me yes, but without the wine. I would like some mineral water instead. And Korra might want to see the menu?" Korra was so taken in by her surroundings that she didn't hear Asami's question.
"Miss, would you like to see the menu?" Francis asked a little louder.
"What? Oh, I will have whatever Asami is having." Korra said, knowing that she wouldn't be able to make a good choice anyway. She blushed when she saw Asami subtly laugh in her hand.
"Excellent." Francis took a small bow before leaving.
"I can't believe you took me to Kwong's." Korra whispered leaning over the table. Asami giggled. She loved how Korra was looking around her with an expression of wonder.
"I hope you like it."
"How did you even get a table?"
"I made an investment in the restaurant, so I'm kind of a regular here."
"Wow…" Korra sat back. "You are really out of my league." Korra sighed.
"I won't be so sure about that." Asami smiled back. It didn't take long for Francis to come back with the first dishes. Every bite made Korra's mouth hum. She never had dined like this before. Whenever she let out another groan of appreciation she heard Asami softly laugh.
"So I heard that you are in Kya's group." Korra mentioned in-between courses. Asami visibly flinched. "She didn't say anything detailed, just that you joined and were doing great. I'm glad to hear that." Korra explained.
"Thanks…" Asami dapped at her mouth, considering what she should say next. "Korra, you know that it's an AA group."
"Yes." Asami frowned as Korra seemed to be unimpressed by this.
"So that means I'm…" Asami swallowed. She still didn't know how to tell people this. She felt a warmth on her hand, when she looked down she saw Korra's hand on hers.
"I know." Asami looked up at her date, who was just smiling at her.
"And you don't mind?" She asked, seeing Korra sit back again.
"No, nobody is perfect, but you're getting pretty close." Asami could only smile. Maybe Mako was right, she really didn't deserve Korra, but she would do everything necessary to change that.
"Can I ask you something?" Korra asked.
"Ask away."
"Who are your parents?" Korra blurted out, making Asami almost choke on her water.
"Why?" She asked defensive, more out of habit than being insulted by Korra's question.
"There is so much I don't know about you and you are very private. I want to know you better and your parents seemed like a good start." Asami smiled, understanding Korra's point. Wasn't that what normal people do on dates, talk about their lives and childhoods.
"It's not really an happy story." Asami mumbled. She didn't want to hide from Korra, but she also didn't want to ruin the mood.
"Oh, sorry." Korra said, looking down at the table.
"My mom is in a coma and I don't talk to my dad anymore." Asami summed up, catching Korra's attention.
"Asami, I didn't know." Asami held up her hand to stop Korra's string of apologies.
"I never really talk about myself because there is not much to say. It's not that I don't want to share."
"I'm here if you ever want to talk."
"Thanks and I promise you that I will someday." A silence fell. "Let's talk about something else. I could tell you about the crazy project Varrick has thrown me into or about that one time I convinced Mako to go skinny dipping with me and how he was caught by the butler." Asami saw Korra's eyes light up.
"I don't even know which one I want to hear first." She said.
"If you behave yourself I might tell both." Asami said in a flirtatious voice, turning the whole mood upside down.
"The next day the whole village was looking for him, poking in the snow with sticks. Naga eventually found him sleeping next to his snow rider." Korra said.
"You really have to be careful returning from the pub in the Water Tribes." Asami gasped.
"Yeah, but my dad is the only one stupid enough to sleep in the snow." Korra chuckled. She and Asami were sitting on the backseat of the Cadillac. They were driving to Korra's apartment, but Asami had told the driver to take the long way. She was now half lying, cuddled up in Korra's arms, hearing stories of the South.
"We're here miss." The chauffeur spoke. Korra had almost forgotten that he was there. The man really didn't say much.
"Oh, thanks." Asami said, sitting up right. Korra kept in a whine when she felt the warm body move out of her arms. "So, shall I walk you up to your apartment?" Asami asked, an hint of suggestion in her voice. Korra wanted to scream yes and carry Asami all the way up to her room, but instead she bit her lip. Kai… "Uhm… I don't have to if you don't want to." Asami said, mistaking Korra's expression for doubt.
"Oh no, I would love you to walk with me, it just…" Korra sighed. "Ugh, I have a guest. He's from work and needed a place to crash."
"Owh." Korra saw the disappointed look on Asami's face. How wrong would it be to leave Kai alone for just one night? Korra thought, making a plan in her head.
"I could come around your place. Then you can send the driver home and we can drink some coffee or something?"
"Are you inviting yourself into my house?" Asami asked with a sly smile.
"Uhm… if the answer is yes, than definitely." Korra said back.
"To my house please." Asami said to the driver.
"Yes, ma'am." The man said, taking off again.
"You sure your guest will be okay?" Asami asked, settling back into Korra's arms.
"I will text Mako to check up on him. He has my key so, it will be fine." Korra had decided that she deserved a night off. Besides, who could blame her for wanting to prolong such a nice date.
"Good." Asami mumbled, moving around a bit to find a better position in Korra's embrace.
All that was left now was Korra's scorching hot mouth and that delicious tongue. Asami didn't know when exactly their desires started to soar, but she was desperately clinging to Korra with her good arm. She internally cursed the cast trapping her other arm, since she wanted both hands to explore everything that Korra had to offer.
A moan filled the elevator when Asami moved her mouth to Korra jaw, gently sucking.
"The.. e-elevator." Korra said weakly. "Asami, we're here." Asami looked up, gathering her self-restraint to release Korra from her grip. The doors of the elevator were already open. She looked at Korra's flushed face feeling the blood inside her own body boil.
"Of course, right." Asami straightened her clothes and walked up to the front door of the apartment. While she tried to calm her breath her good hand was going to her pocket for the keys, but midway her hand was snatched away. Korra twirled her around and those soft, swollen lips caught Asami again. Asami let herself be shoved against the front door.
"K-korra…" She moaned softly. "Keys."
"Where?"
"Pockets." Korra's hand wandered from Asami's midriff to her hips, to her pocket. "Other side." Asami mentioned when she leaned forward for another kiss. Korra's other hand moved and disappeared into Asami's pockets, making the woman moan again. After some time, which Asami knew Korra was doing on purpose since her pockets weren't that deep, Korra's hand retreated with the keys. In a clumsy manner, Korra managed to open the door. After that Asami wasted no time to push Korra inside, retrieve her keys from the door and slam it shut again.
"Okay, we made it to the apartment. Can we handle the living room?" Asami asked with a grin.
"Can we ever!" Korra almost cheered. She duck a little and placed one arm around Asami's knees, making her screech. In bridal style Korra walked up to the door of the living room. "Wow!" Korra exclaimed when she put Asami down again.
"Shouldn't I be the one to say that?" Asami asked, still a little out of breath.
"No, I mean, you're apartment. You've decorated it!" Korra walked into the living room as Asami flicked on a light. "I love those photographs! The last time I was here…" Korra stopped as the unpleasant memory entered her mind.
"It was a mess, just like me?" Asami finished her sentence. Instead of shame and sadness, her face showed amusement when she approached Korra again.
"Yeah, but I can see you both are doing better now." Korra said, wrapping her arms around Asami's waist, bringing her close. Asami nuzzled her face into Korra's shoulder.
"If you still want to wait, we can watch a movie or something." Asami heard Korra laugh at that question. "What? I'm just saying where my mind is going."
"Oh really? And where might that be?" Korra asked with challenge in her voice.
"Hmmm, here." Asami pecked Korra's cheek. "And it might go here." Asami placed a lingering kiss on Korra's mouth, making the woman shiver. "Oh, and it definitely wants to go here." With mischief in her eyes, Asami worked her good hand under Korra's blouse, feeling goose bumps arise from soft skin.
"You're mind is really something." Korra whispered in need as she turned Asami and led her to the sofa. She laid Asami down to straddle her.
"Korra, I meant it. If you think it's still…" Asami's worried voice was cut off by hungry lips.
The moan Asami gave brought Korra closer to the edge then she liked to admit. The feel of Asami's tongue against hers made her movements desperate. Her hips started to involuntary move, grinding against that lovely body underneath her. Sure, Korra had her doubts of whether this wasn't still going all too fast, but on the other side she had the feeling that she and Asami had been through a lot already. They both needed this and deep down Korra knew Asami wouldn't betray her.
Asami felt her heart go into overdrive when Korra started to move on top of her. Now she really cursed her broken arm as it laid uselessly against the back of Korra. But Asami was determined to give Korra what she had wordlessly asked for.
Her good hand slowly descended as Asami never stopped kissing Korra back with vigor. Soon she felt the cold metal of Korra's belt buckle against her fingertips. Expertly and without looking she loosened the belt, feeling her pulse go up a notch again as she started to undo Korra's pants further.
"Uhmmm… Asami." Korra hissed as she suddenly felt an hand creep into her pants. How did she manage to do that? Her hips buckled as she felt fingers slip underneath her underwear and over her small bundle of nerves that was pounding with need.
"Let me take the edge off." Asami whispered in Korra's ear as her fingers descended further down. Asami gasped as she felt how far gone Korra really was. Asami slit her wet finger back, circling Korra's clit. Korra started to move faster, moaning sweet nothings into Asami's hair. Asami felt her own core clench at the sounds Korra made, but she ignored it.
"Asami… I…" Korra whimpered. Asami kept her movements steady, feeling Korra coming closer.
"That's it, yes…" Asami moaned before she sucked through the fabric on Korra's shoulder. Next time the shirt has to go. Asami thought in anticipation. Korra moved more desperately and Asami waited for what was to come.
"Asami! We need to… Oh my!" A third voice filled the room.
"What the hell!?" Asami's head turned to the side where she saw Zhu Li standing in the door opening. Her unwanted guest blinked a couple of times.
"Sorry, I thought you were alone. Sorry." Zhu Li turned and closed the door. In all the commotion Asami had retreated her hand and noticed that Korra laid flat down on her, not moving.
"Korra, are you okay?" Asami asked, rubbing her hand over Korra's back.
"Please tell me that just didn't happen." Korra mumbled into Asami's shoulder.
"I'm afraid it did."
"I think I want to die now." Asami would have almost laughed at that comment, wasn't it for the fact that she was thoroughly frustrated herself.
"I'll send her away and then we can continue." Asami said full of determination. Korra started to move off of Asami. Her face was red from extortion and Asami felt bad for her.
"Asami, we really need to talk though!" Zhu Li yelled through the door.
"Not now! I'm busy!" Asami yelled back in anger. Korra blushed as she zipped her pants back up. Asami straightened her blouse and stood up. "I'm so sorry. This will only take a second."
"Sure…" Korra said, still flustered from the whole situation. With angry steps Asami walked to the door, pulling it open.
"You've got to go." She said, glaring at her friend.
"I can't." Zhu Li insisted. Asami rolled her eyes and walked back into the room.
"I'm on leave. You can't just barge in here and…"
"Asami, it's about your father." Zhu Li said. Asami stopped her movements. She saw the questioning eyes of Korra.
"My father…" Asami turned back to Zhu Li.
"Yes, we need to talk."
Thanks for reading again everyone! I hope you still enjoy this. My first attempt at some serious smut, so hopefully I didn't totally mess it up. Anyway, till the next one :)
