This chapter is kinda short, but I may or may not get really busy for the next week. So I'll give my reader something to have a closure from the event of the last chapter.
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Chapter 8 : Morning
Gason felt the air float inside her lungs, causing her to wake up and cough the sea water out of her nose and mouth. The Dark Acolyte sat up to find herself on the beach beneath a high cliff; same place that Bilan came to look for his glove.
"Are you alright?" Ton-gla asked gently, in his palm he held a small whirlwind that he had used to resuscitate her by forcing it in her mouth.
"I'm...fine..." Gason panted, trying to act tough, but she couldn't hide her appreciation for Ton-gla saving her life.
"You...were watching me?"
"Of course. I was keeping an eye on you, waiting for anything to go wrong."
"You mean...in case anything went wrong? ..."
"No. You're a failure, same as Bilan, it was in my extrapolation."
The Dark Acolyte felt her blood rushing up her face. Ton-gla had a gentle, friendly expression that looked like he wasn't aware that he had given an insult.
"But I almost had it! I almost kill..."
"There is no need to feel offended. Gason. The Avatar is not an easy prey," the Airbender placed his hand on her shoulder. His eyes were too calm for his own liking. Gason knew his words were sincere but it still sounded obnoxious.
"I'll give you a lift back to the apartment; rest for the night. We three will discuss our plan further in the morning."
Ton-gla turned his staff into a glider before lifting the girl in his arm and flying back to the city.
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Asami woke up in the morning to the sound of bird from outside. She was about to lift herself up but felt some restraint holding her down; the memory of the prior night flashed in her head as she looked to her side.
Korra was still asleep, her arm wrapped across Asami's waist and chest. Even in the fresh morning, the Avatar still look really tired, but a small grin in the corner of Korra's mouth showed that she didn't have any more nightmares for the remainder of the night; she had gotten some peaceful sleep for once.
Then the other...event...came to Asami's mind; a memory of an unexpected kiss from the Avatar. The heiress touched her own lip softly as if to relive the sensation from the night.
...so...what now?...
Immediately after Korra had kissed her, the Avatar fell asleep in her arms and left her to face the confusing sensation alone.
...Is it just an accident?...
Asami reminded herself that Korra had held her head and placed the kiss directly on her mouth; it must have been intentional.
...Is it just a mixed message? Maybe Korra meant that to be like...a good night kiss or something...
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...She used her tongue...
Asami flushed when she thought about this part. It wasn't just a quick touch on the lip, they had held onto each other for a moment, and in that time, Asami swore that Korra's tongue tried to push through her lip...and she allowed it! Fortunately (or unfortunately) Korra passed out before things could go any further; however it confirmed that this was a passionate kiss.
...Maybe she's just scared and confused...She just tried to seek some intimacy for comfort...just in that moment...
Finally, something Asami couldn't argue immediately. Korra wasn't fully conscious at the time because of the nightmare, and Asami just happened to be the closest thing she could hold on to.
"Don't get your hope up, girl," Asami spoke to herself, her finger traced down Korra's hairline to her collarbone, but stopped when she realized what she was doing. "I'll never take advantage of her."
She wiped her mind clean off any dirty thoughts. What kind of friend would she be if she tried to seduce Korra while she's vulnerable? That's something Mako would do...wait...why did I compare myself to him?...
"Umm..." Korra whimpered in her sleep and moved closer to Asami, seeking warmth.
The heiress smiled and tightened her hug. There's no hurry to wake her up, the Avatar deserved to rest as much as she wanted. That is, until the door slid open to Pema, who was about to walk in. She was taken by surprise to see Asami on the same bed with Korra,...cuddling,
"Asami? I didn't know you were here?..."
The heiress quickly gestured her hand, telling Pema to keep her voice down so as not to wake Korra up. She nodded and asked again with the voice barely louder than whisper, "Did something happen? Why are you and Korra..."
Asami smiled calmly, it's a good thing that she already made up her mind before Pema came in, otherwise she would have had an awkward moment trying to explain the situation to her.
"It's nothing. Pema. Korra just..."
"A..Asami..." Korra's whimper interrupted Asami's explanation, "...Hold me tight Asami... Please hold me..."
The calmness begin to decay slightly. Asami saw Pema's cheeks start to flush, so she hastily tried to explain again, "It's not what it looks like! You see...she had a nightmare..."
"Kiss me. Asami."
The heiress swallowed her words, Pema's face was completely flush.
"A...Asami... I want you... hold me and kiss me again please... Asami..."
There are two sounds echoing in Asami's mind, one is crying out in horror and the other one is screaming with pure joy. All of the dirty thoughts she wiped clear are now floating back in place, and no amount of self conscience could cause her doubt this time.
"Well...I just came here to tell Korra that breakfast is ready, but...I think I could save some of them for you two to eat later," Pema spoke with an embarrassed smile on her face.
Asami tried to protest but she couldn't muster a sound, not when her mind was still dazed from what she heard Korra mumble in her sleep. Pema retreated from the room and slid the door close. She tried to hold her giggling as she walked away.
"Ah...to be young again."
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