Author Disclaimer: I don't own anything belonging to The Legend of Korra! Not a damn thing.
Author s Notes: Set within the first six months after leaving Republic City. Mentions of Kuvira beginning her foray into dictatorship from a second party perspective. And here we go!
Lolord: Glad you liked it! I tried to imagine a fantasy setting for Korra to go to and that icy tundra sparked my imagination. Seeing visions of Asami would explain more for later I'm sure :P
Wolf eyes: Your comment made me laugh :P Eye of the tigerdillo indeed! Korra is simply amazing.
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chapter eleven "The Great Uniter"
It had been over six months now.
Asami swept through her precious letters from Korra. The first few were cursory, and unfailingly polite. The tone was somewhat distant for Korra, but the next few held a glimmer of hope, and darkness. Korra's path to recovery must bestride both daily, Asami reflected. She rose from her desk and paced back and forth. Her booted heels clattered on the hard wood floors.
'Just think of never rising or walking. Oh, Korra .'
The last letter gave Asami pause for hope. Korra had eagerly scribbled the first few lines, claiming she was able to take more than one step. That quickened Asami's heart. Korra could recover, she could walk again, she knew it. Asami knew she wouldn't think less of Korra if she remained in a wheelchair forever, but her strong friend would see it as a personal weakness. Her status as the Avatar was a heavy weight for anyone to bear.
"Miss Sato, President Raiko is here. He wants to see you." Her receptionist knocked at the door, peering in
Asami smiled at Ling and moved back behind her desk.
"Send him in," she said. Asami was giving herself a silent pep talk for endurance when Raiko swept in. His coat and suit were finely tailored as always and Asami wondered if he had gone into politics merely for the advantage of the salary and fine clothing. Raiko sat opposite Asami and folded his hands on his lap.
"President Raiko, it's good to see you. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Asami smiled encouragingly. Raiko did not share the smile.
"I wanted to touch base and see how the project is coming. I am paying your company a substantial amount to complete it," he said. Asami kept her smile in place though she wanted to throw something at him.
"Sir, with any engineering project, many variables need to be assessed. You know the foundations are a mess. We just finished clearing those up last week," Asami offered. President Raiko scratched the side of his jaw. Asami was wondering if he had taped a dinner roll to his chin and it had hardened into place; his face was just too impossibly wide.
"At slow going, Miss Sato. If you can t speed up your teams, I ll consider paying out your contract and extending it to Cabbage Corp."
A line formed between Asami s eyes and she wanted to raise an eyebrow. She kept her expression neutral.
"Sir, you employed Future Industries for a good job. That s what I intend to give. I want this rail station to last a hundred years, not have to be re-worked within five," she said smoothly. That seemed to give Raiko pause.
"Very well. I m leaving tomorrow to touch base with General Iroh and his forces in the Earth Kingdom. Carry on while I'm gone, Miss Sato," Raiko said. Asami smiled almost painfully and picked up her telephone receiver. She called for two cups of tea and continued small talk with the President. By the time he was ready to leave, she was ready to collapse.
But she made herself rise to come around the desk to shake his hand. Raiko smiled indulgently at her and Asami wanted to smack him. She wondered to herself if Raiko was a misogynist. He left and it couldn't be too soon. Sitting back at her desk, Asami rested her chin on her folded hands. She closed her eyes.
"Miss Sato," Ling knocked on her door again. "I've got your call messages from this morning."
"Thank you," Asami accepted the sheaves of paper with names and telephone numbers from the receptionist and scanned them.
"The Great Uniter's secretary called three times," Ling added at the look on Asami's face as she neared the bottom of the list.
Asami raised an eyebrow. Suyin Beifong's old Captain of the Guard, Kuvira, had moved to stabilize the unrest in the Earth Kingdom and had acquired a mass of forces as well as a pompous title for herself. She was granting stability for the individual city-states of the Earth Kingdom, but the rumors as to how were troubling. Equally troubling were the strained polite messages for Asami to enter into contract with Kuvira's army. Asami knew her mech suit designs were highly valuable, but she had a feeling they wouldn't be used for transporting supplies. Asami wondered how many times she could say no before unwanted attention was drawn to her from the prideful woman.
"Thank you, Ling. Please order lunch for the team at the station site," Asami suggested. Ling moved to her desk at the front and Asami debated whether to contact Kuvira's secretary, but decided she'd have to contact her first. She didn't feel like creating an involuntary argument with the intention of saying no.
Asami unfolded Korra's last letter and smoothed the familiar paper. She reread her words, feeling her heart surge. Her feelings for the Avatar hadn't waned. In fact, with each penned word, her ardor had remained sufficiently fanned. Suddenly, her hand shot out and picked up her telephone receiver. She dialed the Southern Water Tribe Palace line. The connection clicked in her ear as she waited for the rings to subside. The clicks stopped and Asami's mouth parted to greet the recipient on the other line.
Then the line went dead. Asami tapped one finger on the desk and hung the receiver up.
Everytime she tried to call something seemed to go wrong. Asami made a mental note to try her family s radio to reach the Palace that way, but the heavy piece of machinery was in her father's study at home. She still had the rest of her work day to get through. Asami sighed and remembered the old fire in Korra's blue eyes when she laughed or surged to move through all four styles of bending. She wanted Korra to find her old fire again. Pressing two fingers to her lips, Asami set them to the letter.
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"Kuvira asked about you," Tonraq said.
Korra balanced herself on the bars, muscles in her shoulders straining. She cast a worried look to her father and began small steps. Her feet lifted with each bite of her lip.
"The Great Uniter?" Korra said with a touch of sarcasm. "Why would she? She seems to have everything in control."
"Maybe she wants the Avatar's aide. Not everyone has forgotten you," Tonraq said gently. He had come back from another high class meeting, this time with Raiko and General Iroh. Korra had begged off from attending, but she felt it was in good decision. She could walk all the way across the bars now, albeit slowly.
"This is all I can manage for now. What good would I be when she has an entire army?" Korra said bitterly. Tonraq stopped at her side, keeping slow pace. Korra frowned, brow sweating as she forced her right foot up from the mat.
"You have a lot of power still, Korra. Look how far you've come," Tonraq said gently. He had met Kuvira and while she seemed to be completing what many wanted to do for the Earth Kingdom, he was beginning to wonder if the old Captain who had bandaged his wounds was still somewhere in the Great Uniter's stoic expressions.
"Not yet," Korra grit her teeth, forcing her left foot forward. Her legs still felt like she was dragging dead meat, but at least her limbs were obeying her. "I want to be able to stand without the bars."
"You're walking more each time. I know you can do it," Tonraq smiled, ruffling her hair. Korra gave an uneasy smile and forced her right foot off the ground.
After visiting Katara's cave, Korra felt her legs. Her feet felt pinched and hurt with numbness from time to time. The pain was felt in her calves and shins a week later, and now she could feel her legs in entirety. Getting strength back into them was another matter. Korra was no stranger to physical training, and pushed herself hard each day. The cave had done more than send life back into her legs; the impact also infected her dreams. Any foray to sleep took on a more physical slant. If she thought she had dreamed about Asami before, she was awash in them now.
Korra read before bedtime in hopes of wearying her mind. But each time she turned off the beside lamp and fell asleep listening to Naga snore, she fell into lust-filled dreams that centered solely around Asami. Korra wondered why she hadn't dreamt about Mako. He was the last one to be inside her body, after all. She and Asami had grown closer while on the run from Zaheer, and that could be why she was her sole focus. Korra tried to lie to herself that it was because of all the close contact during that time but she knew she was fibbing herself.
Asami was the only one she had written back. Korra received letters back from her in steady intervals, and where her responses might have been a little slower than Asami's, it didn't mean she wouldn't write her back.
She trusted Asami. She didn't trust herself not to violate her in her dreams. The Asami she met in the landscapes of her dreams was a far willing partner, Korra reflected. She made Korra feel whole, and her strong legs would propel her toward the engineer, who was always waiting in varying degrees of undress. Sometimes their costuming reached strange levels. One time they were advisors in the Earth Queen's court, twining on the floor of the throne room. Another they lived in a remote Water Tribe village, enjoying each other beneath piles of furs beside a fire. Korra didn't know if these were flashes to a past life and dalliances those previous Avatars had enjoyed, but Asami's face was the woman she clung to in each dream.
Each time Asami tried ringing the Palace's line, Korra made sure she wasn't available. If she heard Asami's voice, she would melt and want to see her. And if she did, she wasn't sure what to expect. Would she greet Asami as a dear friend, or would she try to push for something more? She wasn't sure Asami would go for it. And she couldn't lose another friendship. She had almost lost Mako after they broke up. He wrote her in steady intervals and it made her feel terrible for not having the courage to write him back. Asami was a trustworthy fallback. She knew she wouldn't ever look down on her.
"Stop dreaming about her, then," Korra scolded herself. Tonraq paused by the door.
"Did you say something, dear?" he asked. Korra shook her head and made it to the end of the bars.
"Nothing, Dad." Korra collapsed into her waiting wheelchair and wheeled herself to the door.
Tonraq settled behind and pushed her out of the room.
Korra clenched her fist over her thigh. She remembered the earnest look in Asami's eyes when she massaged her there. Was she just being a friend, or was there something more? Korra had been too entwined in her self-inflicted agony over her seeming paralysis to wonder about that. Now, with all her lust-fueled dreams, the memories gave her pause to wonder.
Asami was across the world, and Korra had asked her to stay there. Korra sighed, leaning back as her father pushed her to the sitting room.
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"Are you sure about this, bro?" Mako asked. Bolin grinned at him, eagerness spread across his features.
"Kuvira Beifong has asked any earthbenders of talent to apply with her army! Come on, Mako, I'm a talented earthbender and also a lavabender! I've got the edge!" Bolin smoothed the sleeves of his suit jacket. Opal had picked it out for him and he knew he looked presentable for her erstwhile foster sister. He looked around for her; she was due from Air Temple Island to prep him for his meeting. It had been a few days and he was looking forward to going out on the town with her and his brother after his interview.
"Just keep your head about you. I just don't know what to think about Kuvira's intentions for the Earth Kingdom. She set up in Ba Sing Se like a warlord," Mako said patiently. Bolin pursed his lower lip but brightened when someone called his name.
"Bolin!" Opal waved. Bolin grinned widely and sprinted forward. Opal was clad in her Air Nomad yellow and red garb, but she looked stunning despite its concealing edges. He grabbed her up in a hug and Opal laughed, flinging her arms around his neck.
'That's right, bro, stop trying to go out on dates,' Mako thought to himself. He resolved to keep quiet about it and moved forward to embrace Opal as well.
"You look so good!" Opal held Bolin's broad shoulders and looked him up and down. "I made the right choice, didn't I, Mako?"
Mako grinned at her. Of all the girls Bolin could have gone for, Opal was the perfect choice. She was sweet and docile and a skilled bender. Flashes of Korra went through his mind and Mako wished her well. "Of course you did, Opal! Any words of advice for his interview?"
"I haven't seen Kuvira in a few months ..." Opal's pretty face pinched in a frown but she tried to brighten. "But I grew up with her. She's very patient, Bolin. Just show her what you got. She can't refuse you!"
"I can't fail then," Bolin said enthusiastically. Opal slung her arm into the crook of his and grabbed up Mako's arm. The three walked down the busy streets toward the Town Hall where Kuvira's soldiers were milling around at attention outside. Bolin was admitted inside and flashed a last thumbs up to Mako and Opal. The soldiers wouldn't let them enter with Bolin and Mako crossed his arms over his officer's jacket.
Opal leaned against the wall, hugging her elbows. "I was hoping to see Kuvira..." Mako flashed her a quiet look.
"When she left Zaofu, was it abruptly?" he wondered. Opal nodded, looking concerned.
"She took my brother with her. Mom was so mad. But she is making a difference. So at least there's that," Opal tried to sound optimistic. Mako looked around at the masked soldiers keeping attention at the double doors.
"I'm just worried for Bolin. I hope he's not getting in over his head," Mako said.
There was a commotion at the double doors and a lanky young man emerged, followed by President Raiko and three bodyguards. He was spritely thin, but clothed in a finely tailored suit, green with gray edges. A silk scarf was knotted over his collar and a bright flower was tucked into his coat lapel. Mako raised an eyebrow at his seemingly foppish garb. Obviously this kid had never worked a day in his life.
"Who's that?" Mako wondered. He hadn't read the papers lately, being on night shift. Opal craned her head to look.
"Prince Wu. President Raiko seems to have appointed him next in line for the throne in Ba Sing Se. As a figurehead, I'd imagine," Opal said smartly. Raiko's strong-arming the background around Kuvira's work would only indicate no power could hope to be relinquished to the Earth Kingdom royals. Ba Sing Se was barely surviving after Kuvira's army took it back into possession.
"Looks like a spoiled brat," Mako muttered. Opal scratched her cheek nervously. Chief Beifong came up from the opposite side and was introduced to the Prince by the smiling President. Mako noted Beifong did not look happy about it, but Wu pumped her hand enthusiastically despite the glower on her face.
Beifong's eyes swept around the crowds milling the steps of Town Hall and alighted on Mako. He felt nervous all of a sudden. He knew how to work with her sullen demeanor, and she valued his hard work, but he didn't feel like now was the right moment for her to take notice of him.
"Mako!" Beifong raised a hand and called him over to the steps. Mako sighed and trotted over, Opal at his heels.
"Hi, Chief. How are you?" he smiled. Beifong was not amused.
"Fine, kid. What are you doing here? You're due at the station for assignment later tonight," she growled.
"We're here for Bolin. He s applying with Kuvira's army inside," Opal put in. Mako smiled nervously.
"The Great Uniter? She's amazing! Did you know she took back Ba Sing Se within a week? Her campaign was shorter than the Dragon of the West's!" Prince Wu interjected in gushing tones. Mako blinked tiredly at the kid.
"Yeah ... I heard," he said dryly. President Raiko cleared his throat.
"It's good to see you again, Detective. How's the force treating you?" he asked. Mako felt even more nervous at the sudden interest in his career. Beifong certainly didn't look happy about the current situation.
"Just fine. Beifong's the best boss you could ask for," Mako said truthfully. He saw a flash of sudden warmth in Lin Beifong's eyes.
"Glad to hear it, son," Raiko said generously. Mako gave a short bow and walked away, gently dragging Opal with him.
"Raiko has got him under his thumb," Opal wondered, turning a look back to the smiling prince. Mako shivered.
"I don t care. Whenever Raiko talks to me, something bad seems to happen," Mako said. Opal tapped a friendly fist against his shoulder, smiling ruefully.
"It can't be as bad as all that," she said.
"It can. Last time he had a little talk with me, I sold out Korra and then we broke up because of it," Mako said. Opal kept her hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry for you. If I know Korra, she has love for you and all her friends," Opal said sweetly. Mako smiled at her, warmed.
"Thanks, Opal."
"I made it! I'm in!" Bolin raised his fists in the air as he strolled out of Town Hall. Mako clapped him on the back and Opal was swept up in a hug.
"Congrats, Bo!" Mako couldn't help feeling happy for him.
"Did you get to see Kuvira? How was she?" Opal asked. Bolin grinned.
"I saw her; shes impressive! She looks like a tough boss, but you know me; I aim to please," Bolin said.
Several soldiers nearby snapped to attention suddenly and Bolin smiled, pointing.
"That's her now," he announced. Mako had to admit, the woman in the sharp green uniform was impressive. She cut a proud figure in her tailored uniform, and her stance was wide and confidant. A beauty mark lined the corner of her right eye, and her dark hair was pinned up in a severe bun. She wasn't exactly beautiful, but striking nonetheless.
"Kuvira!" Opal called. The soldiers around her snapped at attention, making as if to defend their leader, but Kuvira raised a hand. She wore white dress gloves and they enhanced her austere look.
"Stand down," she said to the men and women around her. A small smile tugged at her lips as Opal bounded forward and clasped her hands in hers.
"How are you? It looks like you're doing well!" Opal said excitedly. A rare smile quirked the edges of the Great Uniter's lips, but her gaze was still and cool. Opal wavered at the depths she didn't recognize.
"I am. And you're an Airbender now. My congratulations to your achievements," Kuvira said smoothly. Opal laughed, twirling the edges of her short hair with one finger.
"I should be telling you that! I wasn't sure what would happen when you left, but you're helping those in need. You're doing so much for the Earth Kingdom," Opal grinned.
"Thank you," Kuvira said politely. Mako could see she was keeping decorum, but Opal's chi was spiked in confusion. Apparently Kuvira must have been warmer to seeing her in the past.
"So... where's Baatar?" Opal pressed on. Kuvira smiled, eyes softening somewhat at his mention.
"With the engineers at work. Your brother is a very talented man, Opal. But I don t have to tell you that," she said. Opal nodded.
"Thanks again, Lady Kuvira!" Bolin saluted. Kuvira quirked a brow at him.
"We look forward to having you in the army. Please report to the recruiters in Town Hall next week and we'll get started," Kuvira said. Bolin nodded, eager to please.
"If you'll excuse me," Kuvira gave a polite half bow to Opal and Mako was surprised to see a small blush dart across her features. It passed as quickly as Kuvira marching off with her soldiers and no one was the wiser for having missed it.
"She looks busy," Mako noted, trying to soothe Opal s confusion. Opal nodded, staring after the tall woman.
"She must be... we all are, aren't we?" Opal said. Bolin wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her against his side.
"Right now, let's be busy getting drinks! Come on, the city awaits!" Bolin laughed. Mako resolved to lighten his mood as Opal brightened at his words. Together, they made their way to the surrounding restaurants.
Prince Wu gazed after Mako as he left. "Is he a good policeman?" he asked Beifong. Beifong shrugged.
"He's a detective, not a beat cop. He does a good job," she said begrudgingly. Wu tugged at Raiko s sleeve, as indulgent as a child asking for a sweet.
"Let's interview him. He would be perfect, wouldn't he?" he asked hopefully. Raiko smiled, and Beifong's heart sank.
"He sure would, son. We'll set things into motion."
Beifong was wondering what she had gotten Mako involved with when the Prince struck a dramatic pose.
"Well, let's have a drink on it! Guards!" he commanded the three burly men at Raiko's shoulders. At his nod, they surrounded the skinny prince as they walked along.
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Korra lay submerged in her bathwater.
The claw-foot tub in her washroom was a good sized one and she could lay in the tepid water comfortably. Her hair bannered around her and she let small bubbles escape her mouth. She kept dunking under, feeling the temperature of her bath cool as she stayed under for long periods of time. She couldn't help thinking she was doing it to see the ethereal vision of Asami she had seen below the spirit pool in Katara's cave. But all she could see was the top of the bathtub and the ceiling of her washroom.
After rising and pushing to sit up above the surface, Korra espied one of the assistants walking in to set out her towels. She smiled and knelt by the tub.
"Do you need help getting out, Korra?" she asked. Korra sighed. She couldn't nudge a vision of her friend. She was done.
"Yes," she admitted.
Korra accepted the assistant's help out and into her wheelchair. She grunted as the woman eased her legs into her wheelchair and helped towel her off. Korra gave her arm a shove when she got too close to her waist.
"I'll handle that, " she growled. The woman nodded and toweled off the Avatar s sopping wet hair. It hung in loose clumps against her shoulder. Korra scrubbed her waist and slid the towel along her thighs. She cupped the damp fabric between her legs. Grunting, she tossed the towel down further and pushed it along her lower legs. Her toes separated at her command and she couldn't stop the small smile from erupting.
"Do you require anything else, Avatar?" the assistant asked politely, laying out Korra's pajamas. Korra settled into her long-sleeve top and worked the pajama pants up her legs. Grunting, she lifted herself at the waist and tugged the waistband up her hips.
"Some tea, thank you," Korra said dismissively. The woman gave a polite nod and collected the wet towels. Korra wheeled herself to the sink and began combing her damp hair. She was nowhere near as efficient as Asami was, and half of the tangled locks fell loosely against her shoulders. Korra set the comb on the sink's edge and collected her toothbrush. She worked the brush into her mouth. She could recall Asami's long fingers as she held her own brush. Six months and she could walk a handful of steps.
The weeks were dragging on, but Korra knew she would be walking without the bars soon. She could feel it. Her chi fluttered weakly at the thought. She felt only faint surges of Raava and it seemed to be during coupling in her dreams. Never when she was awake.
'If I don't get over this block, everyone's going to be disappointed with me. Some Avatar,' Korra thought glumly. She pushed herself to the bedroom and past Naga. Settling her chair at the desk, Korra pulled out a fresh piece of stationary and began another letter to Asami.
In the midst of her scrawling lines, Korra couldn't help adding 'Please don't tell Mako and Bolin I wrote to you and not to them. It's easier to tell you about this stuff than them.'
Her tired blue eyes swept over the letter and she nodded in approval. She scrawled her name in a flourish at the bottom and folded the paper. She would seal it in its envelope tomorrow in time for the morning ships to take it away to Republic City.
Korra pulled herself into bed, Naga settling beside her chair. She opened a paperback and tried reading. One of her hands moved across her stomach, imagining it as Asami's hand exploring her. Korra bit her lip and moved her fingers under her waistband. She tried stroking her clit and moving lower, and she closed her eyes, imagining she could feel Asami's breath on her throat as she kissed her softly. Korra stroked between her legs a few moments and gave it up for a lost cause. Maybe she would feel more enflamed if she met Asami in a dream.
Korra read on, and her eyes gradually began to close. She set the book aside with a happy sigh and snapped off the bedside lamp.
Her first foray into dreams took her back to the rocky landscape and Zaheer. He was drawing the breath from her lungs and her entire body seized in panic.
'I can't breathe! I can't breathe!' she frantically thought. White began seeping into her mind and through her eyes as the Avatar state kept snapping white light, obscuring her vision.
"Korra!" Asami was calling. Korra blinked, and Zaheer was gone and she was on her back in a wide bed. Asami was kneeling on top of her, thighs pressed over her hips, close and naked.
Korra's chest heaved, naked breasts quivering. Asami leaned down, and her breasts pressed against hers. Korra shifted her legs, feeling them fully respond, and she arched her hips up against Asami's core. She couldn't quite feel Asami's wetness from the angle and without other physical equipment, but the smear of dampness she felt along her lower belly was satisfying. Korra found herself grinning beneath the naked engineer, enjoying the touches and view.
"You look happy," Asami noted. She leaned down and began suckling the corner of Korra s throat where it met her shoulder. Korra shivered. Her calloused hands moved up her smooth back.
"Always with you," Korra purred. She sat up beneath Asami and tilted her chin down for a kiss. Warm heat opened in her mouth as Asami's lips parted for hers, and her thighs parted further, coating Korra's lower belly. Asami was whining into her mouth and Korra cradled her face tenderly between her palms. Their breath grew labored and soon Korra pushed on the mattress with one steady foot, moving Asami to her back and rolling on top. The dream lurched, the tapestries in the room swaying and Korra felt her body shift. It only felt natural to feel a thick cock jutting from between her legs and Asami spread her thighs for her. Korra bit her lip with pleasure when she gripped her base to steady her thrusts. Asami took her in, hands pressing along the small of Korra s back and keeping in her place. Korra surged forward and she and Asami met at the hips, her cock lodged inside. They rolled against each other and each crash of their hips against each other threatened to steal the breath from Korra's lungs. Unlike with Zaheer, this gasping for breath was rather enjoyable.
"Korra! Korra!" Asami was screaming. Korra came hard, exploding within Asami. Her feet dug into the mattress as she gasped and moaned. Asami hung onto her, shrieking and Korra knew she was coming around her. Her heart gladdened and she kept thrusting, pushing Asami over the edge with her. High thunderous pants roared in Korra's ears. Asami latched onto her collarbone, breathing kisses where she could reach. Korra rested on her elbows, hands cradling Asami's face. She drew her face back up to hers and drank in her kiss.
The following morning, Korra woke, her thighs damp with her juices. She moved a hand into her waistband, certain she'd feel the cock she'd dreamed of pushing into Asami with. Nothing was there but her own familiar parts, but the dream was so strong, Korra was certain she would feel an appendage there. Korra scrubbed her palm over her face, smiling despite herself. Her chi had spiked so rapidly, she was certain her eyes had been glowing in the Avatar state in her dream.
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After breakfast, Korra pushed herself to the Palace"s communication room. She accepted the radio mike from the officer on duty, and unfolded a piece of paper. Asami's family radio line was written down and she handed it to the officer to select the appropriate line for connection. As the radio buzzed and whirred, Korra, drummed her fingers against her thighs. The long wait for the radio to make connection put a thousand thoughts into her mind.
If Asami were there and picked up, what would she say? 'Hi, Asami, I dreamed of you. Do you dream of us screwing, too?' The thought was too crude and made Korra blush.
She resolved to greet her as she normally would. Her fingers tightened on her knee as the clicks continued. Finally, she sighed and handed the mike back to the waiting officer. The dark-skinned woman smiled ruefully and set it on the table next to the rest of the communications equipment.
"Thanks anyways," Korra sighed. She pushed herself out of the room.
In Republic City, a lone radio rang out its alarm. The heavy piece of machinery was in a dusty study in Asami's mansion and she ran for it now, shrugging off her jacket as she went. She flipped on the switch in her father s study and threw herself into his wide chair. She flipped a few switches and picked up the mike hurriedly.
"Hello? Hello?! Sato mansion here!" she called. Nothing but a series of clicks rang into her ear. Asami sadly set the mike down and rested her chin on her hands.
Was it Korra? Asami rested her head on her arms on the desk, feeling small tears prick her eyelashes.
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End notes: And Bolin joins Kuvira's army! Wuh oh. Like this, hate it, drop me a line! I appreciate any words from you lovelies ^_^ And I got a flash of Kuvopal in there. I love that pairing, but it s not canon for the main story. Gah.
Most sincerely, pen 6/14/2016
