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Author's Notes: This story is not set in the Omegaverse style, but I couldn't help putting in touches in the dream segments. What, it's a dream. Anything can go. Enjoy, my lovelies.

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"Watching"

Chapter twelve "Chance meeting"

Asami fluffed the pillows on her bed and turned down the covers. Her usual negligee felt good against her skin after a hot shower and she had had a long day. She had sent Korra another letter by post that morning and she knew a response would come. Maybe not very quickly, but at least a week from now. Asami had started to dread that each letter would remain unanswered for a long period of time when the responses did begin. Her current dreams told her Korra would get better and come back.

Her dreams were confusing and coated with eroticism. Asami had always admired Korra's toned body in the past, and had even had opportunity to be close and touch her in the desert and during physical rehabilitation, but these dreams were something else. Almost every night, she could expect to be wrapped around the Avatar, legs around her waist and Korra's lips caressing every inch of her she could reach. It wasn't fair she was fairly handsome and softly beautiful, and the dreams outlined her strong jaw, clever calloused fingers and toned arms. Her striking blue eyes seared through her soul and penetrated her heart.

In one dream, they had been rival leaders of different clans and in an attempted treaty meeting, Asami had leaped across the table to smash Korra against the floor, stripping her clothes off. Their clothing had been oddly long and bulky, tailored robes with different patterns and colors. But Korra's familiar muscles met her fingers when she tore the robe open, and Korra gladly let her start the appropriate negotiations, spreading her legs for Asami's fingers. Asami groaned and scrubbed her palms over her eyes.

"What am I going to do when I see her?" Asami wondered. This was worse than anyone else she had ventured to have a relationship with. Mako had been almost easy. He had been awestruck from the very start and his handsome looks eased her into courting him. But her current dreams about Korra were borderline driving her insane with want. Was it because she was the Avatar? She was going slowly mad upon waking each morning.

'It's a good thing she's in the South Pole… I'd probably jump on her and I have no idea if she even wants that,' Asami thought. She sat at her desk, ignoring her bed for the time being. She reread Korra's last letter, fingers tracing the pencil strokes absently.

'It's easier to talk to you about this stuff than them.'

Asami carefully folded the letter and set it at a corner of the desk. Her articles of Jinora's ceremony were stacked as well. She had collected as many copies as she could find of that edition of the Republic City Post. She had cut out the photograph captured of her and Korra and kept it propped against the wall. Asami hated how sad Korra looked in the photo, but it was the last one of her she had. She tapped the square of paper fondly and moved to climb into bed.

After reading for twenty minutes, Asami turned out the lamp. The bed felt too wide and empty. Asami missed the sounds of Korra's breathing, and Naga's snoring. It was too blasted quiet. After tossing and turning, Asami flopped onto her back. Small pulses throbbed between her thighs and she sighed obnoxiously. Working a hand down beneath the negligee, Asami found herself wet and went to work. After a few tense minutes, she could coax out a quick orgasm. It wasn't as satisfying as her dream forays or the real thing and Asami rolled beneath the comforter, irritated.

When sleep weighed heavily on her mind, she dove for it. She wasn't disappointed to fall weightlessly to the first landscape of her dreams. Korra was leading her through a series of ice caverns, the ceilings reaching several stories high. The Avatar was wearing her Water Tribe pelts and fur coat, hood pushed back and head open to the cold. Asami was heavily covered, her head pulled taut over her brow. Korra held a lantern high with one hand, and her other mittened hand reached back for Asami. Asami clasped it between her own heavy mittens. Inside one cavern, the ceiling sloped lower and provided a hideaway from prying eyes.

There was no one for miles, perhaps, but Asami felt secured by the surrounding ice walls.

"Are you certain we're close?" Asami was saying. Korra nodded. Her blue eyes were serious.

"There is a sacred pool nearby. Once submerged, your body will heal. And perhaps our child can be born," Korra was saying and the words were strange. Fragments of a past life hovered over Asami's mind. Was this one of Korra's past experiences and she was being drawn into it? Either way, she gladly stripped beside Korra and a still dark pool of water deep in the cavern. Spritely lights danced over the surface, illuminating patches of purple and green light. Korra was stripping too, her shorter toned body revealed and Asami's fingers traced over the lines of musculature. She was surprised to see an extra appendage harden between her legs and point toward her despite the cold.

"I'll go with you. You'll need me to keep you warm," Korra said, her voice and face shifting to the past life this memory must surely belong to. Asami nodded, wondering if her face shifted for Korra as well. Her familiar blue eyes anchored her to Korra and Asami took her hands as they stepped naked into the freezing pool of water.

Asami cried out in pain, but Korra's fingers clasping her were warm. She exhaled rapidly, pushing the warmth of her chi over Asami's, raising her temperature. Asami exhaled to match, and holding hands, they sank beneath the surface of the pool.

They submerged rather deep, and Asami wondered how far the pool went, worried for an instant they would be lost in its depths. Korra kept them stable with gentle waves of waterbending, preventing any suction from drawing them to terrorizing depths, and smiled at Asami underwater. Asami's eyes smiled back as they drifted. Korra's hands moved from her wrists to her belly, caressing her. After what felt like minutes, Asami's lungs were bursting and Korra shot them to the surface on a swift upstream of her bending.

Breaking the surface, the extreme cold struck Asami and she shivered, teeth clacking hard. Korra wrapped her in her strong arms, deliberately shoving her chi almost forcefully at her. Asami accepted its crashing warmth gratefully, and they staggered out together, dripping wet. Korra went to work, waterbending stray droplets from their cold bodies, and starting up a fire with a flick of the wrist. The waterbending dried her, but Korra's body wrapping around her back warmed her further.

Asami angled back gratefully into her strong embrace, feeling her cock push against her. Korra was kissing the side of her throat and head tenderly, hands rubbing warmth over her belly. Asami turned and caught Korra's mouth with hers. As always in their union, Korra's passion flamed and pushed against Asami's. Asami's chi curled around Korra's drawing her in. Korra picked her up so her feet left the ground and lowered her quickly to the piles of their discarded coats and clothing.

'Yes….yes…' Asami thought, wrapped in Korra, her intense blue eyes screaming love and longing. Her long legs wrapped around the Avatar's waist and she keened in pleasure when Korra sank in. She worked in slowly until their hips were flush. Asami felt her breath being ripped out of her as she struggled to force her thundering heart under control. Korra's fingers traced her cheek and she lolled her head to kiss her hand. The gentle thrusts became harder and Asami pulled Korra's weight onto her.

Their harsh breathing echoed around the icy walls. Asami's cries of pleasure rose higher and higher in her ears. Her orgasm brought Korra over the edge and they crashed against each other. Asami's clinging warmth pulled streams of warm come from Korra and she collapsed on her elbows, hips pumping furiously against her. Korra's final loud groan echoed in Asami's ears as her alarm clock went off.

She swiped at the offending metal circle, knocking it to the plush carpets. "Spirits!"

The thing was still going off, so Asami had to scrub her eyes open and focus on retrieving it and turning the switch on the side. Blessedly, the bells stopped and she had quiet once again.

"Korra….." Asami scrubbed her palms over her eyes, trying to hold onto the dream. Korra submerging with her beneath a pool filled with spirits, climbing out naked and falling into her arms…. It was too delicious a setting and Asami would gladly trade her meeting with Raiko due later that day for the ice cavern.

Was Korra dreaming as vividly as she was? Asami longed to ask her. But such a loaded question could surely go unanswered. She was sure of it. She sighed and climbed out of bed to ready for her work day.

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"So, Mako, what are your credentials for the force?" Wu asked. He folded his thin hands and leaned forward, grinning eagerly. Mako sat opposite him and a couple of Raiko's advisors, feeling very underdressed even in his fine cop's jacket. He clenched a fist under the table and pressed it on his knee. He wished Korra were here. She would just kick the table over and walk out. Or at least, the old her would. Mako mourned the look of defeat in her eyes as she lay in her bed and snapped back to the present.

"I've been working for Chief Beifong for close to a year. I started on the beat and became detective shortly before Harmonic Convergence," Mako said smoothly. Inside, he was sweating. He didn't do well with formal atmospheres. He was truly lucky Beifong was no nonsense and didn't put on airs or assume he had to.

Wu smiled delightedly and crooked his thin fingers together. "Would you say you're good at protecting people?"

Mako blinked, not knowing where this was going. "Well, I do help the citizens….yes, I'd say I'm good at protecting people."

The advisors made notes on their clipboards, raising Mako's ire. "Would you be interested in a pay increase for a singular mission?"

Mako was beginning to get a very bad feeling about this. "What are you asking, Prince Wu?"

Wu grinned pearly white teeth at him. Mako was not relieved. "I need an inside man, someone who knows the city. I'll be setting up residence here until my throne is secure. Until my coronation, I'll need an able wing man."

Mako felt a dull headache furrow between his eyes. He wanted to pinch the bridge of his nose but forced himself from doing so. "You mean a personal body guard?"

'Pleasesaynopleasesaynopleasesayno….'

"You got it!" Wu pointed a finger across the table, delighted. "A bodyguard! Whattaya say, Mako, will you accept?"

Mako felt a slow dying spread through his chest. He had to exercise every ounce of self-control to keep his alarming feelings from showing and contorting his features.

"Thank you for the offer," Mako made himself say politely. "But I already have a job with Beifong. I'll be going now…."

Mako rose and bobbed a short bow across the table. He forced his gait to remain casual although he was ready to sprint from the room. His forced gait made his buttocks clench on reflex and he tried not to flinch as the door refused to open and he had to pull extra hard to exit. Wu pooched his lower lip out in a pout at the close of the door. "Well, that didn't go well, did it?"

"We can move on to the next applicant, your Highness." One of the advisors sorted through her papers. Wu grunted and crossed a foot over his knee.

"No, I want him. Let's have Raiko talk to Beifong. I'm sure we can secure him!"

The advisors took notes and shuffled their papers. "Of course, Prince Wu…."

Wu nodded, pleased with himself. He made mental plans on which high-end restaurants and soirees he wanted to attend first, with the relative freedom of one personal bodyguard.

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Korra balanced herself at the end of the bars. Instead of facing inward to the space between them, she was faced away, toward the rest of the mats. Katara and Senna stood opposite a few feet away, trying not to look like they were ready to lunge forward and catch her should she not be able to support herself. Korra's shoulders quaked, and her feet felt numb. She tapped the right one up and down and moved it forward. She pressed her weight onto it and her right hand left the bars beside her. Sweat streamed down her brow. Korra bit her lip, inhaling sharply.

"You can do it….another step, Korra," Katara's gentle voice rang. Korra lifted her anguished blue eyes, agony etched upon her features. She shoved her left foot forward, barely moving it off the ground. She forced the step to complete, and felt a moment of panic when her left hand left the bars and she had no support to rest on.

"Uhn!" Korra grunted, and lifted her right foot. Her equilibrium felt odd, like she was trying to balance underwater. Streams of sweat soaked her brow, cheeks and neck. She was able to take another step before pausing, holding her arms out. Katara and Senna darted forward to steady her arms. Korra remained standing, panting to catch her breath. She felt as winded as if she had run a marathon.

"You're doing it….easy, Korra," Senna said, smiling. Korra noted the pride in her eyes and nodded. She moved her left foot forward and managed another step. With narrowed concentration, she was able to move across the room.

"You did it," Katara smiled. Korra held onto her mentor and mother, legs trembling.

"Yes, great… can I have my wheelchair?" Korra asked. Katara steadied her upright.

"Let's try walking to it. It's not that far," Katara suggested gently. The look of agreeing with Katara or submitting to her daughter's suggestion warred on Senna's face. She moved beside Korra when she forced her right leg forward again.

After several long minutes, Korra reached the wheelchair with minimum support. She fell into the metal chair, feeling somewhat accomplished despite the tingling pain in her limbs. She could feel her legs. That was more than reason enough to keep trying.

"You're doing great, sweetie," Senna leaned to hug Korra. Korra slung an arm over her neck. Katara gave her a knowing smile, collecting various work out tools and piling them neatly.

"Your father will be back today," Senna said, eyes twinkling. "Do you want to show him your progress?"

Korra accepted a dumb bell from Katara and began pumping her arm in steady reps. Her firm bicep coiled with the movement. "Maybe. My legs are killing me now," she admitted. She could feel small twinges along her calves as the muscles jumped.

At those words, one of Kya's assistants sat at her feet and began massaging her leg. Korra quirked her lips in a smile.

"Small steps, Korra. You're getting there," Senna said optimistically. Korra smiled weakly. When she wasn't in lust-filled dreams, she dreamed of losing her fight against Zaheer. Her arms locked up as easily as her legs, filling her with terror as the air was drawn from her lungs. She worked her arms harder as her mother helped Katara tidy up the room. She silently debating whether to try radioing Asami again. She longed to just get up and walk into the other room and see her there with Mako and Bolin. They would go out and enjoy the night.

Well, if it were Republic City, there were several party halls and restaurants to enjoy. Down here, she could show them the elaborate tribal palace, and snowy landscape. And Korra knew all three of them weren't used to the frozen temperatures.

She could stand with help, but walking still took a huge effort. Korra allowed the assistant to rub her other leg and she put the weights down.

"Rest yourself, Korra. I'll bring tea by later," Katara said gently. She picked up the weights and carried them to the other tools. The assistant finished her ministrations and rolled her pants leg back down. Senna moved to push Korra out of the room and Korra let her.

Her last dream tinged her waking thoughts and put a slight flush on her cheeks. Asami was in Katara's cave, sinking beneath the sacred pool with her. A flash of what could have been a past life memory intruded into the moment. Asami was pregnant and their child was in danger; they had agreed on the sacred pool's properties to help the situation. After emerging from the freezing depths, Korra had raised their temperatures with her chi. The sweetness of sinking between Asami's thighs, and the pride of her fingers along Asami's stomach surged her blood and steadied her heart.

The past life memories intruding into her lusty dreams was a new note. Korra wondered what else would come to her mind and what backdrop they would paint Asami's body in.

"What are you thinking about? You're so quiet," Senna said. Korra flushed. She rubbed her cheek with two fingers.

"Nothing, Mom. Will Dad's ship come in soon?" she asked. Senna nodded. They stopped at one of the sitting rooms and found their fur coats.

"We can meet him outside. President Raiko has asked a lot of your dad. He had to bring troops with him and leave them with the United Army," Senna explained.

Korra grumbled at the mention of Raiko. Asami had written that he was hounding her company over their progress. Asami explained that anything done right was bound to go over the most uptight schedule. Korra knew Asami wasn't just milking hours for her workmen. If something needed to be fixed, she had to address it. "That man is a bad leader," she grumbled.

Senna adjusted her hood and pushed Korra outside. A mild snow was falling and the sun shone brightly on the iced paths. "It's hard work to be a leader of people, Korra. Just ask your dad sometime."

"Yeah, but Dad is good at it. Raiko caves under pressure," Korra complained. "And he's annoying Asami."

Senna raised a brow at this. She delivered her daughter's letters to her room and despite the handfuls from well-wishers and her friends, only ones entitled to the Sato heiress left the palace in return. She moved the wheelchair carefully over the iced pathway toward the nearby docks. Three soldiers left the front palace doors and followed them.

"Have you spoken to her on the radio yet? You know we could arrange a visit for her," Senna suggested. Korra's cheeks enflamed in a sudden blush. She faltered and twiddled her fingers. She slid her nervous hands into thick mittens.

"No… but she's busy, Mom. Not enough time to talk, I guess," she protested. Senna leaned against the back of her wheelchair and smiled.

"When you're ready to, you should. Your friends care about you," Senna said gently. Korra slumped in her chair and exhaled in frustration. Her breath steamed in the frigid air.

"Yeah, I know…."

"There's your dad. Honey!" Senna waved. They remained at the edge of the dock, waiting for the Watertribesmen and women to disembark from the large metal ship. Tonraq's stolid figure was noticeable from a distance and he strode down the gangplank toward his family. He hugged and kissed his wife and leaned down to hug his daughter.

"Hi, dear. Korra," he rumbled. Korra smiled at him and adjusted her coat.

"Did you have a good trip, Dad?" she asked. Tonraq nodded and aimed a sudden smile to the gangplank.

"Aside from Raiko's forces, I met back up with Kuvira. She's right over there," Tonraq said without preamble. Korra's face flushed, and she straightened her posture, trying to appear more regal than she felt. When she was standing, she felt like an able Avatar. She didn't want a world leader to take pity on her.

"H-here? Dad, you could warned me!" Korra complained in a low tone. Tonraq squeezed her shoulder.

"It wasn't my idea. With me bringing my own waterbenders to the United Army, Kuvira wanted to trade a retinue of earthbenders to guard the palace. With her gesture of goodwill, she wanted to see them off. And possibly meet you," Tonraq explained.

"But, I can't walk yet!" Korra protested. That only conveyed an inkling of her anxiety. The retinue of soldiers in green marched down the gangplank, flanked around a sole figure ahead. The woman piled into a thick fur coat over her green uniform had to be Kuvira, and Korra admired her strong gait as she marched toward the waiting family. Her soldiers remained at attention as Kuvira strode forward, pushing her hood off her brow. Her dark hair was pinned up in a tight bun, but loose bangs fell into her striking dark eyes.

When her eyes fell onto Korra, the Avatar was surprised to feel a tinge of interest. There was no pity in the Great Uniter's eyes, only curiosity and friendly interest.

"You're Kuvira," Korra nodded politely, but a wry smile was stretching her lips. "Thanks again for backing me up at Zaofu."

A glint sparked Kuvira's eye at the mention of the night when Zaheer and his lackies had failed to kidnap her. "Anytime, Avatar Korra. I'm glad to see you again."

Korra accepted her gloved grip in a solid shake, feeling put at ease. This wasn't an ackward well-wisher who would stare at her legs, and at her, wondering why on earth she couldn't walk. This was a fellow warrior who understood the trials and tribulation of battle.

"How long are you staying, Kuvira?" Senna asked as Kuvira moved to shake her hand politely.

"Only a few hours, I'm afraid. I'm taking the ship back to the Earth Kingdom. But it would be remiss of me not to see my soldiers off," Kuvira said. Korra nodded, liking her decision. She could see why the soldiers in green would follow her.

"A girl after my own heart," Tonraq said easily. "Feel free to visit as often as you like."

Korra nodded as they moved to walk back to the palace. Inside, Tonraq instructed the servants to set up rooms for the earthbenders. Korra pushed her hood back, watching Kuvira slowly unfasten the buttons of her fur coat. Her pale skin was paler with cold.

"Come on, there's a fire in the sitting room" Korra suggested. Kuvira offered to push her wheelchair in, but Korra took over, pushing herself along. Inside the large sitting room, Kuvira sat close to the hearth, taking off her gloves. Korra tossed her fur coat at one of the chairs and Kuvira raised a brow. Korra wore her usual tank top beneath.

"I guess the cold doesn't bother you," she said wryly. Korra shrugged.

"Not usually. I'm used to it," Korra moved one boot back and forth and stretched her leg.

Kuvira watched her with growing interest. "You must be tired of people asking, but how is your healing? "

Korra nodded at her. Their joined eyes shared the same thought. "I am, but I can tell you it's getting better. I can feel my legs and feet. I just have to get strength back into them."

"Thank the Spirits. When you didn't come to the meeting at Zaofu, I feared the worst," Kuvira said smoothly. Korra raised a brow at her.

"I just wasn't up for seeing a lot of people," Korra said. She didn't know why she confessed this, but Kuvira's solid chi made her feel she could trust Suyin's old Captain of the Guard. Kuvira nodded.

"I can understand that. Really, I do," she said. Korra's lips quirked in a smile. When Senna brought in a tray of tea, she was surprised to see them talking rapidly.

When Kuvira left, Korra asked her dad to push her back out to the docks and she waved as the ship cast off lines. A few of the earthbenders lined up with them but Korra had a feeling Kuvira's hand raised in a wave was directed toward her. She was smiling when Tonraq pushed her back toward the palace. Later that night, Korra found a new letter addressed to her in Asami's hand. She felt a twinge of almost guilt as she tore open the envelope.

'Dear Korra, how are you doing? I miss you. I bring your letters to work sometimes and read them during lunch to gain my sanity. The infrastructure project is taking all of my spare time. It's good work, but the original teams who built the first station did a subpar job I'm repairing…..'

Korra sighed and put the letter on her desk. She pushed herself to the washroom to prepare for bed. She couldn't help recalling how soft Kuvira's eyes were as they talked. She didn't seem like a leader during that time today. She had seemed like another woman, a skilled bender, yes, but still just a person. A person that didn't treat her like she was made out of glass. Korra grinned and spat her toothpaste into the sink. She wheeled toward the toilet and hoisted herself up onto it from the wheelchair.

That night, her dreams of Asami were tinged in guilt. Another past life must have intruded yet again, for they were both doting on a chubby infant, light-skinned as if she were Earth Kingdom-born. Korra was on her back, holding the infant on her chest. Asami sat cross-legged beside her, posture stiff with silent rage. Korra had a flash of a thought, another woman's soft flesh beneath hers, and she patted her baby's back, trying to soothe her mate.

"I'm sorry," Korra said out loud to her angry mate. Asami's brows pushed over her beautiful eyes in a gesture of rage.

"You say that but you still had to put your dick in her," she retorted. Korra put a hand over the baby's head as if shielding her from the harsh words.

"You are my life," Korra pleaded. "You and the baby."

"Not even the Avatar is perfect," Asami retorted. Korra's face fell, blue eyes swimming in tears. The baby woke and snuffled against her breast, giving a soft wail. Korra rubbed her back, humming lightly.

Asami held her arms out, sighing. "She needs to be fed. Give her to me."

Korra sadly offered their daughter and watched Asami uncover one perfect breast for the baby. The infant latched onto her nipple and pressed a hand against her the curve of her breast. When she sat up to kiss Asami's cheek, the engineer had lowered her head, dark hair half covering her face. Korra rubbed her shoulders, silently apologizing further.

When Korra woke, she was confused and very sad. The feelings of the dream stayed with her, and she almost searched the sheets around her for the infant that had been warm in her arms. No one was there; no Asami, no baby. It was the middle of the night and bright moonlight filtered through the uncovered window. Naga snored by her bed's side, fast asleep. Korra rolled over and hugged one of the pillows in her bed. She wasn't even with Asami yet; she would never cheat on her. But the horrible feelings of the dream made her heart ache.

When she finally was able to sleep, she was fighting Zaheer.

Korra almost sighed in resignation and propelled herself into the air on a gust of wind to meet him in battle.

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End notes: Dream forays are kinda fun :P Also I got Kuvira in more! Hope you lovelies enjoyed it.

Sincerely, pen

6/27/2016