A/N: Sorry, went on a week-long trip out of the country! ;_; I even took my laptop, but it's so hard to find time to write between family activities and wandering around, taking pictures and drawing lol


"So… what was that all about?"

Korra's eyes were locked on Asami's back as she searched all around her kitchen for a clean container. She crouched to reach for one hidden in the deep corner of one of the cabinets. As soon as Asami turned, holding the plastic bowl with a triumphant look, Korra averted her eyes. Stupid human shouldn't even be kneeling with an injured stomach.

Sure, let's get distracted by trivial details, Korra… She blinked, meeting Asami's eyes with a dazed expression. "What was what about?"

Asami didn't seem to notice her brainlapse, fortunately.

"The whole-" She gestured to her whole face wildly, surely Korra would understand her vague gesture. She was met with a blank face. No, then. "vampire thing." She finished lamely, deciding to occupy her attention filling the plastic container with clean water.

Said vampire rolled her eyes, she knew Asami could be a little dense at times but this was ridiculous. "Well, I AM a vampire, in case the fangs weren't a dead giveaway." Just in case, she open her mouth in a wide grin, showing off her pearly white fangs. "See? Vampire."

Asami huffed in annoyance, grabbing a clean kitchen towel and plopping on the chair across from Korra. The table was barely three feet by three feet and with only two chairs, yet another dead giveaway of Asami's non-existent social life. "Yeah, but you usually don't act like one! Well… except in our first meeting." She motioned for Korra to move closer as she dipped a corner of the towel in the water. With a frown, Korra inched closer, not at all sure of what Asami was trying to do. "You uh –you have blood all over your face" she mumbled as she quietly rubbed the vampire's face with the damp corner of the towel. Korra flinched, not used to being in close proximity with people -unless she was going to suck them dry, that is-. Asami paused, withdrawing her hand for a few seconds, she made eye contact with Korra and ever so slowly stroked Korra's cheek with the towel.

Not knowing just what to do with her eyes, Korra alternated between glancing at Asami's eyes and the intricate patterns of the wooden table. "You're very hard to scare, aren't you?"

Asami shrugged, looking out of the window with a frown. "I had a very weird boyfriend…" Korra raised an eyebrow prompting her to elaborate. Of course, it would've worked if Asami had been looking at her in the first place.

"And…?"

Asami blinked, turning to her once again. She used the dry part of the towel to wipe the water from Korra's face. "Oh, you know how boys are." She said with a shrug. She dipped the towel again and reached to grab Korra's arm.

Korra shook her head. "You've never had a-" Another shake.

"I uh… I was once betrothed but I sort of… died? So, no." The scar on her chest itched as she repressed the need to touch it.

There was a hint of pink on Korra's cheeks that Asami decided not to comment on. Maybe later, when Korra was less squeamish she could ask about her past. "Oh, um, weird stuff." Asami began listing things with her fingers "He was overly possessive, banned me of wearing any kind of jewelry or perfume, made me leave his apartment at odd times, had very weird friends, and when we had sex he liked to get me on all fours and-"

"OK OK! That's enough!" in her flustered state, Korra nearly toppled the container. With quick reflexes, she reached over to grab the container before it tipped over the side of the tiny table. "I'm certainly not interested in your sex life. Your name's enough information as it is. I don't need to know about your sexcapades or how adventurous your boyfriends are…" She grumbled, avoiding eye contact.

"I can hardly call them sexcapades." Korra pointedly looked away. Asami rolled her eyes, knowing it was time to change the topic. This girl was so squeamish for god's sake. "Fine. You said I summoned you, right" Korra nodded "How does that work? Can anyone do that?"

She shook her head, her eyes flickering to the spot on her hand that Asami was cleaning. "Anyone who knows my name, yes."

Asami hummed, meticulously rubbing around a small knife wound on her palm. "So, it's like having you on speed dial?" because that would certainly come in handy.

What? Korra shook her head once more. She was definitely not a phone. "What…? Uh… not quite? I don't think I… uh"

"I just say 'Korra' and 'puff', you apparate! Just like that?"

No. She was not at anyone's beck and call, goddamnit. She rolled her eyes, giving Asami the stink eye. "No. I sorta feel a pull toward your approximate location, something like that. And I get to choose if I want to go or not."

Asami bumped her fist into her open palm, she finally cracked how it worked. " I think I get it. It's like when you're getting an Uber and the GPS is a little off but it sort of knows the general vicinity of your location, right?"

Korra raised two fingers, "First of all" she lowered one "I don't know what the flying fuck's an uber, nor do I care." She added as Asami opened her mouth, a moment later –when she was sure she wouldn't be interrupted "second of all"–she lowered her second finger, granting Asami one beautiful scowl. "For fucks sake, stop comparing me with technological crap!"

The human girl merely shrug unfazed by her 'hostility'. She grabbed a clean handkerchief and gingerly wrapped it around Korra's hand. "Your other hand."

Korra looked down at her left hand, flexing her finger a couple of times. "It's only dried blood. No injuries."

Asami shook her head, extending her hand. "It's still dirty, gimme." Korra huffed, plopping her left arm on the table.

She still felt the need to voice her irritation. "You are one annoying human."

The nerve of this-! Asami gapped, lightly hitting Korra on her bicep –her very defined bicep, what the hell, why was it so hard!? She winced, retreating her hand and nursing it subtly under the table. "You're one to talk! You stalked me non-stop for months!"

With the flicker of her wrist, Korra dismissed the subject. "Meaningless details."

Asami silently placed the shiny goblet in front of Korra. It took only a moment for the vampire to realize it was the goblet she'd been eyeing at the flea market. "Hey! I was gonna get that!"

"Correction: You were going to steal that."

Korra simply shrugged, carefully raising the full cup to eye level and scrutinizing the details carved on it. "Same difference."

Asami ignored the oxymoron, setting her own cup on the table. She nervously tucked her hair behind her ear, pursing her lips as she traced the wood patterns on the table with her eyes. "It's uh- I actually bought it so you wouldn't have to steal it… consider it a thank you gift for saving me. Her ears warmed at the way Korra nearly gave herself a whiplash, her head quickly turning to gap at her in incredulous delight.

"For me?" Korra gave her a pretty smile, one of the corners of her mouth lifting higher than the other. Asami nodded as her breath hitched, watching Korra's smile widened as she inspected every corner of the goblet. Were vampires supposed to be endearing? "I uh –thanks." She raised her right hand "for this" then raised her left hand, holding the goblet "and for this."

It wasn't very often that Korra was moved by the actions of someone else, but this girl had cleaned her -albeit meaningless- wound and given her that beautiful goblet. "Well, I'm off, I have some… unfinished business to take care of. Guess I'll see you around." She levitated backwards to the door, waving at Asami as the girl followed her.

"I'll just say your name if I get lonely." Asami gave her a wink and a teasing smile. Korra gulped, suddenly feeling light. She grabbed at the door knob gracelessly until she finally found it at her third attempt.

She'll cash in on your weakness. Don't give in.

Don't. Give. In.

Korra, don't.

"Can't promise it'll work next time." Well, at least it wasn't a full admission that she'd certainly check in on her –lurking in the shadows, that is- if she ever called her again. "You might want to check that." She said nodding to Asami's belly.

"Don't worry." There was a heavy pause as Asami took another step forward, officially invading her personal space bubble. wrapped her arms clumsily around Korra's shoulders, giving a firm squeeze and letting go. She took a step back, offering a timid smile. "Uh, thanks… for saving me and all that."

"Sure…" she stood there long after Asami had closed the door with a stupefied expression, her mouth slightly open as she blinked slowly. How many decades –centuries- had it been since she was last hugged?

Korra's eyes narrowed in determination. Her expression darkened as she gazed out of the window and toward the dark alley just around the corner, she had some thugs to take care of.


A/N:I still have a week before school starts again and I'm swamped with work, so you're more than welcome to yell at me to hurry the fuck up lol (seriously, more than welcome. I have the attention span of a fly)

Also, if you guys feel like I'm missing something please don't hesitate to tell me, I sometimes forget details. Suggestions are also welcomed! lol