~A-Sato~

"Babe, please don't do this. Your hand is still recovering."

"Just relax, I got this." My girlfriend calls out, from the bathroom.

I don't know how all this started. One minute we were watching tv, then the next, Korra caught some crazy idea. Why does everything have to be so extra with us? Why can't we be a normal couple? Why can't we sit around, putting together jig saw puzzles, while watching westerns like humans? There is nothing wrong about having a bland relationship. It sure beats, sitting in the middle of the room, waiting for my fate.

"What are you doing?" I yell out, already growing impatient.

"Hold onto your seats, because you're about to be blown away." She replies.

"No! You're the one that needs be seated. Your hand isn't going to heal any faster, if you don't let it rest."

"You didn't have a problem with it, during our earlier activities. "

"What are you talking about? We were watching The Good Wife." I answer 100% certain.

"Yeah, but you kept touching my lap."

" That's where you were keeping the remote, Korra!"

The girl finally opens the bathroom door, and I'm greeted with her standing in a puffer coat, sweatpants, a scarf, mittens, and a beanie.

How did she collect all those items without me noticing? Why am I seated in the middle of the floor! Who's girl is this?

The look of confusion on my face, only makes her twirl in her ensemble.

"What is this?" I ask, hoping to get some answers behind this Frosty the Snowman surprise appearance.

"Its your own personal show. This is all for you, Babe. "

What kind of strip tease involves wearing winter attire in the middle of the fall? If this is all for me, I don't want it. Ship it back! Return back to sender! Forget the Grinch, Christmas is officially now cancelled.

I watch as she dramatically catwalks over to me, clenching her oversize winter coat, as if she's has something to hide.

"You don't have to use hints to get my attention. If you want me, you can have me."

I can't help but laugh, because in all honesty. I really was just trying to change the channel. But leave it to Korra to make something out of nothing.

"YOU! Don't have to show your body, in order for me to stay with you. You have nothing to prove."

"I don't know about that. You were quite interested in that Agent Delaney character on the show."

Before I could defend myself, she turns on her speakers, playing NAO's Bad Blood.

"Ohh you have music." I praise.

"Yes. And I have these killer moves to go with it. So just relax."

"Damn, Babe. Just by looking at you, you're already making me hot."

"Really?"

"Mmhm. That outfit has to be burning you up."

She ignores my clearly offensive comment and begins her performance.

Do you remember? - She pulls one mitten off with her teeth, and does the same with the other.

The holiday slipped away, Time and place.- Starts to do the arm wave, causing me to bow my head trying not to laugh. Because her left arm was doing the motions perfectly, but when the currents got to her left arm, it just flopped.

"Don't laugh at me! I need to focus." She whines.

I hold my hand up, letting her know my rude action won't happen again. But even I, don't believe myself.

The dancer makes up for her failed attempt, by gliding across the floor and I'm kind of impressed by her footwork. She grabs a hold of her scarf, then tosses it towards me, allowing me to catch it.

The dancer then proceeds to take off her beanie, flipping her hair for the aesthetic. And I'm not going to lie, I'm impressed by her performance. With her injury and all, she has found many productive ways to execute whatever movement she thinks she's doing.

She starts to unzip her jacket, which should be the main attraction. But, The only problem is, she pulls the zipper to her collar bone.

"You're such a tease."

"Nah, the zipper is just stuck. But don't worry, the show will still go on."

What kind of show is this? This is so unprofessional. The dancer is injured, the winter theme is just a no, and the costume has a malfunction. I want my money back! The only good thing about this is, the music.

Dreaming of a past that couldn't last.- Still moving to the music, she tries to pull up her jacket to expose her stomach, but just like the arm wave, it's a fail.I can no longer watch this without helping the poor dancer.

But now we're changing. Refraining.- I proudly get up to rescue my little dancer, and before I could reach for the jacket. She pushes me back into my chair, literally when the beat drops.

A helpful task, turned into a near death experience.

"What the fuck, Korra? I could had hit my head." I shout, trying to get my heart rate to go down. My frustration suddenly disappears when I suddenly feel the weight of her body straddling mine.

"But did you die, tho?" She says, unzipping her coat, without a problem. Exposing her bra and her toned stomach, just like I was waiting for ealier.

"Did you do that on purpose?" I ask while wrapping my arm around her waist.

"Well yes. I wanted to add a little bit of suspense to my performance."

"Suspense? It was more like a fatal risk. What is sexy about a trip to the emergency room? What would you had told my father, if I cracked my head open?"

She pretends to think about it.

" Sorry, Mr. President. I was trying to give your daughter a lap dance, but she couldn't handle how sexy I was. So she died."

I slap her ass, just for her foolish answer.

"I would haunt the hell out of you, if you killed me."

"Hmm. You being everywhere with me, doesn't seem too bad." She replies.

"I like your answer."

"I like you- liking my answer."

"Is that the only thing you like about me?"

"I don't know, let's find out."

She pulls me into a heated kiss. Where I work my hand up her back uncapping her bra, as she attempt to raise my shirt. I say attempt, because she's having difficulties using one hand to support the side of my neck, and the other to do her desperate task.

"I want your shirt off too." She mutter, clearly frustrated.

"You're going have to work for it then." I reply, teasing her by using my own healthy hand to grip her breast.

I can tell she doesn't enjoy this none dominance thing, but there is something about making this stubborn girl moan, that turns me on every time. Maybe it's the mere fact she think she always has to have control. I'm not quite sure. But whatever it is, it only motivates me to continue.

"When is she coming back?" I ask.

"Who?" She asks, grinding into my body.

"Opal. Didn't she go to the movies with Su?"

I don't know if it's from my killer touch, or the mention of their names. But due to our bodies' closeness, I can feel her heart start to speed up.

"Why would you bring them up, when we're doing this?" She asks, before kissing my neck, trying to regain the control I was talking about earlier.

"You do share a dorm with her. Just because she knows about us, doesn't mean we shouldn't be courteous. I reply, trying to keep my composer. She finally gets my shirt off, and tosses it across the room.

"Shouldn't you be saving your strength?" I tease.

"Don't worry about me. How about we carry this party over to the bed?"

*Record Scratch*

My mind drift to all the possible things that could go wrong, by changing our location. Yes, it would be practical for us to do so, but there would be be rolling around, hand movements, and other factors involved. She's supposed to be taking it easy. Doesn't sex count as a rigorous activity?

Pshh. My sex does.

The only reason I allowed it to get this far, was because I was doing most of the work! Not that I don't mind it, but I'm being honest. As stubborn as Korra is, do you really think she's going to allow her injury to interfere with her pride? it's only going to motivate her to try harder. The only way for this to work, is if we continue like this.

"I like where we are." I reassure.

"Why?" She says, trying to get up, but I hold her tighter.

Okay, Asami. It's time to use your sales pitch on why sitting in a chair with your partner, can be quite rewarding. I'm so glad I took debate club in high school.

"I love how close we're. It makes it easier for me to do this." I slip one of her nipples into my mouth, causing her to say a low audible fuck.

In most cases, I would take advantage of this opportunity and tease her just for the fun of it. But I have to keep her occupied, by me being occupied with her.

~K-Glacier~

I bite down onto her shoulder, as she grinds into me. This is so unfair, if we were on the bed, at least I could use the wall as support. It just goes to show that I'm whipped. Mentally and physically, all because of this girl. A girl, that managed to create a new rendition of musical chair.

"You're lucky I was told to take it easy." I say between breath, not trying to give her anymore satisfaction I bet she's already feeling.

"Is that so? Am I supposed to pity you because I have the upper hand?"

Now she's using puns? This is just cruel.

Before I can reply, I start to hear fidgeting at the door. Even though music is playing, I know the sound of my own door knob.

This is a dorm room, you never know when someone might break in. Paranoia just comes with the room.

"Asami."

"Yes."

The sound of her raspy voice, only distracts me even more. I'm not even sure if her response was a question or a statement.

"I think there is someone at the door."

"You're just saying that to distract me."

Before I could protest, the door swings opens, causing me to fall out of the chair out of peer surprise. Exposing my roommate, and her boyfriend in the doorway.

Luckily, Opal covers Bolin's eyes before he could see anything. Allowing me to grab a pillow to cover myself, because there was no way, I could put on a shirt quick enough. Let alone, put on my jacket. That would just draw even more questions.

I'm so glad, we didn't take it to the bed.

"Oh My God. I'm so sorry. I didn't know you two were going to be in here." Opal panics.

Asami quickly puts on her shirt, and just smiles at the mortified girl. The smile is not a welcoming one, it's one of those smiles you give to a stranger when you accidentally make eye contact with them on the street.

I don't know what's more embarrassing, the fact my roommate just walked in on us, or the fact she's still looking at us speechless, while covering her boyfriend's eyes.

"Um. I'll talk to you later. If you need more help with tutoring, just email." My girlfriend says, thinking that will help our case with Bolin being here.

Once she slips pass the couple, Opal finally looks away from me.

"I thought you were at the movies." I answer, finding a tank top to slip into.

"I am, later this evening."

Oh. Makes sense. Who goes to the movies on a weekday at 11am?

Opal finally uncovers the boy's eyes and he looks at me thrilled.

"Was that really Asami Sato? Damn, Korra. First it was ruining the ball, now you're fucking the president's daughter. You must really hate Hiroshi. "

Ugh. It's too early for this.

"Bolin, lets have a little talk." I say, motioning for him to sit down.

~A-Sato~

Earlier was a complete disaster, now there is another person that knows about our relationship. Knowing Mako, I know about Bolin's loyalty. But damn, where is my luck? Opal standing there in utter disbelief, didn't help the situation either. I was the first one to make eye contact with her, when she came in. Talk about awkward.

Kuvira and I walk out of class together, when we see a commotion going on near the center of the campus. So of course, like normal people, we walk towards it to investigate. Instead of minding our own business.

"You bring one down, you might as well bring them all down." A girl with a megaphone yells.

My friend and I look at one another, recognizing the girl, causing us to push through the crowd.

"It's a double standard, unfair, and it must be addressed."

We wave down the auburn haired girl, and once she sees us, she hands the mic to someone else.

"Hey, Girls. Are you two here to help support the movement?" Ginger asks, happy to see us.

"What movement is that exactly?" Kuvira asks.

Ginger hands us both a flyers.

As I read the pamphlet, the chants only grow bigger, due to those favoring the removal of the city's founder Aang Gyatso in the middle of the campus.

"What did he do so badly, that his statue needs to be removed?" I ask, handing her back the pamphlet.

I know this city's history from the back of my head, so I'm quite curious on the background of this protest.

"Nothing, at all." She replies.

?

"If that's so. Why do you want his memorial gone, so badly?" Vira asks, taking the words right out of my mouth.

Ginger rolls her eyes, as if we don't get the point.

And we don't!

"Fire Lord Izumi, removed all the statues of her great grandfather from the Fire Nation last week. Due to her actions, there is now a petition going around trying to get rid of Chin the Conqueror monument in the park. We're protesting today, to prove that if you're going to get rid of one statue, you might as well get rid of them all. We can't just destroy a part of history, because we don't like it!"

"It's just a petition, Gin. Is this really all that necessary?" I ask, making her suddenly offended by my comment.

"Absolutely! I'm practicing my freedom of speech. I can't believe you're disagreeing with me."

"I'm not disagreeing with you, I'm just asking you a valid question." I defend.

"There should be no questions, though. I'm addressing a double standard. Due to this city's diversity, all military leaders throughout the Four Nations are honored in that park. Chin of the Earth Kingdom was one of them. It's a tribute! Not a symbol of hate."

I have to blink a couple of times, due to hearing my friend Ginger talk about history. I didn't even know she was fond of the subject! Let alone, so passionate about it.

"Hey, Sweetie. Are you teaching these lovely ladies about the cause ?"

Ohhh. Now I know why Ginger is so passionate about this 'cause'.

A gentleman with brown messy hair, and a toothpick in his mouth, wraps his arm around the girl's waist.

"Yep. And they want to help us spread the word." She answers.

Who said that?

"Having Republic City's Sweetheart on our side, would certainly bring more attention to our cause." Ginger's friend states, excited.

I smile before I decline such an invitation.

I understand their freedom of speech and right to peacefully assemble, I just don't agree with their reasoning behind it. If they really wanted to make a statement, they should be protesting at the Chin monument at the park itself, not here.

"Sorry…..what's your name?" I ask.

The gentleman takes out his toothpick and extend his hand out to me.

"Jet Freedom. The guy who constructed this peaceful protest."

"Is that your real name, or just for propaganda?" Kuvira asks, getting Ginger to frown at our friend's lack of compassion.

"Ironically, it actually is. Who may you be?" He asks.

"A girl who just wasted too much of her time. I was expecting a bigger crowd due to the commution you all were causing. I'm quite disappointed. "

"Trust me, there will be more coming. And I'm sure they will be counter protesters here as well. You two should stick around."

"Sorry, I have plans with my father. So I won't be of your services today." I reply, getting another frown from Ging.

"Are you serious? Freedom of speech is important. You know that better than anyone, Asami."

"I know, and I respect it. But I do really have plans with my father. With all the backlash he has been getting. He needs me more than ever, if we want to win this election."

Jet nods, understanding my points.

" I certainly do favor your father, more than Tonraq. So whatever helps him win, I'm down." He replies.

"Wby Kuvira?" Ginger asks, desperately.

"Nah, I have better things to do." She replies.

"Wow! Is dating Baatar really going to change your political stances all of a sudden? We're making history, by preserving a part of it. How can you just walk away from this?"

"Easy. I take a couple of steps." Vira replies.

"Please don't ignore this. I understand that this city is built upon diversity and social change. But we must keep some things traditional. History should be 100% that. My great great grandfather fought along side Chin, and died. If we take away his statue, my great grandfather's death will be pointless.

We tell our children these stories, so they won't be repeated. Chin is more than a warlord, he was a guy who cared about his people. Everything he did was for them. We have hundreds of signatures from people that agree with us. People, who agree with keeping a legacy alive. I don't have a problem with Aang, but if you want to take down Chin's, might as well take them all down. You're basically telling the younger generations, that if you lose, you're forgotten about. " Jet states.

I understand where Jet is coming from and I agree with preserving history. They're a lot of great leaders who mean a lot to the citizens of this city inside that park.

I just preferably don't want to get involved with any of this. Change starts with yourself, and I have a lot to work on. Also, I have a meeting with my father. So I don't have the time either...

"Can you at least sign the petition?" Jet asks.

" If I sign this stupid sheet of paper, will you leave me alone?" Vira whines.

"Yes Ma'am."

Kuvira takes the pen/clipboard and signs the sheet. Once she's done, she hands it over to me. I stare at the many signatures, and I know putting my name down would really cause a stir.

"I'm sorry. Having my name written down will automatically connect my father to this demonstration. He's already in hot water, I can't afford to do anything to ruin it further."

"But this could also bring in more votes for your father." Jet defends.

I hand them back the board and start to walk away.

"JUST SO YOU KNOW. NOT SPEAKING IS JUST AS DEADLY. "Jet calls out.

I ignore his comment and continue walking.

Kuvira catches up to me, and shows me her phone.

" That Freedom boy is right. There will be more people attending later on. Social media is already buzzing with people attending to protest against, and for it."

"I'm sure of it." I reply.

"Do you think Korra will get involved? This does sound like her type of scene to disrupt."

"No. She has practice today, so she wouldn't be on this side of campus. Why do you always have to instigate? "

"It's fun. People get so worked up about the littlest of things. I'm glad I have thick skin."

"Um. Don't forget you came over to my house, in tears. Over some boy. You have no room to talk."

My response finally hits a nerve, causing her to storm off.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING? I THOUGHT YOU HAD THICK SKIN." I tease.

~K-Glacier~

"You have to turn the screw to the left, not the right!" I tell Smellerbee, as she starts on the box that will produce bubbles from the float.

Thanks to Asami's designs, I'm able to instruct others on how to put everything together like an assembly line. This process isn't just effective, but also speedy. If all goes well, we should be ready by next week!

Also, my hand is starting to feel much better. I still can't be as hands on as I would like, but it's still progress. The ability to be available, if anyone has questions is also nice. So I can't really complain.

"Korra can I talk to you for a second?" Tahno asks.

I quickly get up from helping Smellerbee and make my way over to the club leader.

"What's up?" I ask, eager to get back to working again.

" First, I wanted to say that this float is making wonderful progress. Thanks to you and your secret friend, we're going to blow everyone away."

"Aww thanks, but it's nothing. Without the helpful hands of everyone, it wouldn't have came alive. We're just floating on." I tease.

"Puns, you certainly have a lot of them. I just wanted to have a talk with you, about the video of you fighting, surfacing on the internet."

That was a week ago! Are people still talking about it?

We continue walking further down the street, and I start to become anxious. This is the first time I seen Tahno not in his bubbly mood. So of course I'm freaking out. It's also strange, that he's addressing the situation now. when I showed up to club meetings almost everyday of last and this week. He has mention nothing about it, nor has anyone else in the club. What gives?

"What about it?" I ask.

"Well, as you may know. The Pride Parade is coming up, and there are going to be a lot of families in attendance."

"Mmhm."

"I just want to inform you that this is a friendly event." He continues.

" I know, Tahno. Why are you telling me this? We have bubbles. What's more kid friendly than bubbles?" I tease.

"Yeah… bubbles are nice. I'm just concerned about your mindset. That's all."

"Why so? You just told me you're proud of it."

"I know. It' just... since you're apart of this club, everything you do is reflected on us. I know your intentions weren't to draw any negative attention at the ball. But I fear your attendance at the festival could attract a bad image to us. There are going to be those who will disagree with our lifestyle, and judging by the video I watched. I fear you might…"

"Fight them." I fill in.

I'm not going to sugar coat it. I understand exactly what Tahno is implying .He thinks I'm a liability and I know deep down he's hurting by saying this. But he shouldn't. It's something that should be said. Parade is going to be beautiful, but due to the hate, it could also go downhill.

"I think you should not be active during the parade. Of course I want you there, but not working behind the scenes."

I nod, understanding.

"I'm sorry, for my behavior. I really wasn't thinking about how my actions could affect others. I'm not the best role model."

"No, Korra. You're an amazing role model. Ever since you got here, this club has been nothing but energetic and positive. I just want to make sure everyone is in a healthy environment. It's nothing personal. Trust me, it hurts me even telling you this. But I don't want the dean on my ass about this. It was already hard enough to get an approval. Which is fucked up. Because some jerk, got an approval to protest against our own school's monument in less than 1 hour. We put in our requests weeks ago!"

" Can I at least continue helping with the float? There is still a lot of work to be done." I ask."

"I would love that. We're done for today, but you're welcome to come back." He replies, while giving me a hug.

Once we get back, Suki looks up at me and gives me a small smile. Which is strange, because she's never happy to see me. Maybe she's happy, I'm kicked out of the parade. She never really liked me. The last thing I need from her, is to throw salt on my wound.

"Alright, everyone. That should be all for today." Tahno, states.

As everyone packs up, Suki makes her way over to me.

"How's your hand doing?" She asks.

And at this point I don't know if she's trying to be funny or what. I just know I don't want to deal with her jokes right now.

"It's ruining everything. So you should be happy about that." I reply, before storming out of the classroom.

Forget practice, I'm skipping.

Author's Note

I'm proud of myself. I really didn't see myself updating/ finishing today XD

Next chapter will be about Asami's meeting with her father, and of course...Korra's interaction with the protest.

As you all wait for the next chapter, you should check out a few songs I have on repeat.

NAO- Bad Blood.

BROCKHAMPTON- QUEER

Alex Lahey- Every Day's the Weekend.

Nothing But Thieves- I'm Not Made By Design

Warpaint-Whiteout

Thoughts are appreciated. Enjoy your Labor Day :)