Chapter Nine

"Where are you taking me?" Kuvira asked. Two guards were leading her out of the prison towards a Satomobile, they had forgone the platinum handcuffs that usually adorned her wrists whenever she was moved.

"Special request from the Avatar apparently." The older of the two replied. "She got you furlough, one night only."

"What? No. Take me back, I don't want to see her."

"Sorry Great Uniter, not up to us." He said, smirking. A moment later Kuvira was loaded into the back seat of the vehicle, huffing at the indignity. The sun was setting as the car took off towards Republic City, for a brief moment she considered ripping the vehicle apart and escaping.

"No... That isn't me. Not anymore." She thought. Eventually the car stopped, parking in front of a large, strange looking building. There were signs out front, posters of some of Varrick's latest movers, ridiculous looking men in tights swinging from vines, scantily clad women hanging off the hips of sword wielding warriors.

And there was Korra, wearing... A dress?

"What the hell..." Kuvira thought, staring blankly at the young woman, her figure on full display with the form fitting blue dress hugging every curve, both feminine and muscular.

Damn she looks good. Kuvira thought.

NO. No, you are still mad at her.

The car door was opened suddenly, and Kuvira was all but dragged out before being pushed in the Avatar's direction.

"You're in her custody for the next 24 hours. Try not to make a mess or start any fights okay? We'll come pick you up from the island tomorrow." The guard said, clearly bored and eager to go home. Without another word he got back in the Satomobile and drove away as fast as the vehicle would allow.

"What the hell is this Korra." She said bluntly, crossing her arms.

"...An apology. And, if it's okay with you... A first date?" The Avatar replied, nervously chewing her lip and avoiding Kuvira's gaze at all costs.

"A... Date? What are you... What?"

"You said we'd go see a mover every weekend, of course we can't really but, I thought, maybe just for one night. I ended up having to threaten to drop Raiko off his balcony before he agreed to it." She said, chuckling at the memory.

"I'm... Underdressed." Kuvira said, gesturing at her simple tunic and pants. "And I'm still angry. Did you really think I would forgive you so easily Korra?"

"No. No, of course not. But please Kuvira, please let me try to make it up to you. I... I need you. You are my best friend, and I want us to be even more than that. Can we at least try? Please?" Korra said, fighting back tears at the unimpressed look on Kuvira's face. The Great Uniter sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Fine. One chance. You get one, Korra. But if you... If this goes sideways and I end up getting hurt, you will never see me again. Got it? And just so you know, you're gonna have to do a hell of a lot more than take me to some stupid mover to get back in my good graces." Kuvira said, uncrossing her arms and walking up to the Avatar. Korra didn't waste a moment, she wrapped her arms around Kuvira and hugged her so tight she couldn't breathe.

"Thank you Kuvira." She whispered against her neck, sending a chill down the metal bender's spine.

"I promise you won't regret it." She said, finally pulling away. "And trust me, we're gonna do a whole lot more tonight than just watch some silly mover." Korra winked then before hesitantly laying a gentle kiss on Kuvira's cheek, right over the slight bruise from where she'd punched her.

"Now come on." She said, "Let's go laugh at Varrick's latest disaster."

Korra turned and walked towards the theatre, leaving Kuvira in stunned silence. She reached up and touched her cheek as a smile slowly crept across her face. She still hadn't forgiven the Avatar, but now she was more than willing to try.

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