The bus ride home couldn't have taken any longer, every stop apart from her own seen as unnecessary in Korra's eyes. Of course she knew that thought was irrational, but she needed to get home, she needed all the time she could to get ready. She sat in the middle of the bus, watching the cars speed by in the opposite lane, shaking her leg and tapping her index finger against the back of her other hand as they lay interlaced on her lap. Nerves in general weren't something new to Korra, she would get them before almost every game, but these nerves, they didn't even compare to what she got even before the biggest games. Tonight she was going on a date with the woman who she was falling for more and more everyday, which isn't really that big of a deal right? I mean we kind of have dates every night I go over after school… kind of. And you're just kind of falling… still in total control, calm down. She inhaled deeply, trying to stop the jitters from traveling up her leg as it shook, you're fine.
Finally they got to her stop, the instant sprint she broke into called bullshit on all her attempts at rationalizing herself earlier, of course it's a fucking big deal you idiot. And it was, this was a big step in their… relationship, a risk within the secrecy of it all, one wrong person seeing them could jeopardize everything, her scholarship and Asami's career, but it was a risk she was willing to take. She couldn't get enough of the woman, after all.
She jumped up her front stoop and burst through the front door, surprising her father with her sudden entrance. "Hey there Kiddo, you that excited to see us?"
"Ha ha Dad." She replied sarcastically as she kicked off her shoes before sprinting towards the stairs, "I may or may not be home tonight."
"Woah, slow down," A strong hand closed around her arm, pulling her back into the living room, "what do you mean you won't be home tonight?"
He let go of her arm, "I uh… have plans."
"Well cancel them." Her father crossed his arms. "You weren't home last night Korra, you should be focusing on your studies, not to mention preparing for your big game this weekend."
I don't have time for this! "I am focusing on my studies! I was studying with the boys last night." Lying to her father like this wasn't something she usually did, but she couldn't resist as of late, any excuse to spend more time with Miss Sato was a valid one.
Humph."Why do I find it hard to believe that you actually did study with those boys."
"Dad, come on, have you met Mako? He's like the king of studying, even on weekends!"
She watched him try to keep a straight face momentarily, succeeding and returning to his previous scowl. "It's not just that Korra, what about hockey? I see by the bruise on your leg practice last night must have been interesting."
"It's fine, Dad." she replied rather dryly, "I blocked a shot, now I have a bruise. Coach made me sit out and it feels so much better already."
"You sat out?!" He asked shocked. "Korra you can't be so reckless at practice! The biggest game of your life is only a few days away!"
"You think I don't know that?!"
His eyes narrowed, clearly unimpressed with her new tone. "Excuse me?"
Shit. "Ugh. Sorry. I am focusing, just let me have tonight and everything will be back to normal tomorrow I swear."
His face softened. "What's going on tonight that's so important anyways?"
Fuck. "Umm…"
"Got a hot date or something?" He interrupted before she could stammer through her cover, a big smile on his face.
"You have a date?!" Her mother asked excitedly as she joined them in the living room, "Please tell me it's not with that Ila girl."
"What?! No! Of course not."
"It better not be, I don't think her wardrobe could afford it." Tonraq laughed.
She grumbled and crossed her arms.
Senna pulled Korra into a hug. "Your father is only joking honey, if you want to go out with her we'll be okay with it. Just know that we won't be buying you anymore new sweaters."
Korra broke free from her arms. "You guys are both ridiculous! I'm not going on a date with Ila!"
Tonraq watched as she made her way towards the stairs, "Well, what are your big plans then?"
"Umm…" she paused on the steps. In the chaos of the day she hadn't really thought of a plan to tell her parents, "I'm uh…" fuck Korra think… god you don't have time for this, "I mean we're… going for dinner… all of us, to celebrate our last year you know?" Solid.
Her parents both stared at her. She couldn't tell if the look on their faces was one of disbelief or if they were waiting for more information. The wait was killing her, "so… can I go?"
They looked at each other, then back at her. "Fine."
"Yes!" She turned to run back up the stairs.
"But,"
Dammit. She paused again, "Yeah?"
"We're going over game film tomorrow night after your practice."
"Done!" She smiled back before turning and running up the rest of the stairs. Watching game film wasn't much of a condition anyways, she loved watching film with her Dad, it actually helped calm her down before big moments, she was happy to agree.
She stepped into her room and the nerves were back on. She moved around the space frantically, tossing her school bag onto the chair in the corner and bolting for her dresser. What the fuck do I wear… ? She was pulling shirts out as fast as she could, flinging them over her shoulder and letting them land where they may. Not that, not this… definitely not that, why do I even own this? Uggghhhhh. She stood back and stared at the inside of her dresser, was what previously an organized collection of tops was now a the hectic mess of unfolded and pushed over piles of clothes, with half of its contents now strewn haphazardly throughout her room. She ran her hands through her hair and let them rest on top of her head, wondering what the hell she was going to do. Button ups! She hopped over her bed towards the closet on the other side of the room, throwing open the doors and sifting through the various colours of dress shirts that hung before her. Fuck… she still didn't know which to choose. Why are you so damn nervous? Just pick one, come on, Korra.
There was a soft knock on the door frame. "Was there a hurricane in here just now?"
Korra looked around at her disaster of a room, "Uhh… yeah… not really sure what to wear."
"I can see that." Her mother walked in and began to pick up some of the clothes off the floor. "So is this the same girl who's been on your mind for the last few weeks?"
Korra's face went blank. "What do you mean? I'm uh, going out with friends."
"Korra, when will you learn?"
How does she always know?! God damn!
"So who is she?" her mother asked, throwing what clothes she had picked up on Korra's bed in defeat.
The most drop dead gorgeous woman on the planet. "It's dinner with friends, Mom."
"Whatever you say, sweetheart." Her mother made her way towards her, reaching into the closet and taking a shirt off the hook, "Wear this one, she'll love it."
Korra took the shirt, "Thanks, I'm sure my friends will."
Senna shook her head and smiled knowingly, kissing her daughter on the head before turning to leave. "I'll let you get ready."
Ok shirt down, now what? She spent the next hour going back and forth between options, trying them on, and testing them out in the mirror before pulling it off to try a new one. Finally, after an eternity of manically changing outfits, she had decided, confident in her choice. She stood in front of the mirror one last time, giving herself a once over and making sure her outfit was free of flaws. She wore the navy blue button up her mother had pulled out for her, tucked into a pair of black skinny pants with a matching black blazer, and a skinny white tie with matching suspenders for a little contrast. She inhaled and let out a long breath, smoothing out the lapels of her blazer, you've got this. It was time. She picked up her phone and messaged her best friend:
Korra: Everything set?
He answered back almost immediately.
Bolin: Of course! God I'm so excited for you!
Bolin: SO
Bolin: EXCITED
Bolin: She's
Bolin: gonna
Bolin: love
Bolin: it!
Bolin: I can't believe you, my little romantic.
Korra: I think you're more excited than I am bud
Bolin: That's a lie and you know it! Don't try and play it cool with me woman!
Korra: I might be a little excited…
Bolin: A little?
Korra: Okay more than a little.
Bolin: That's more like it! Okay I'll pick you up soon! See ya in a bit!
She tucked her phone back into her pocket and ran her fingers through her hair once more before leaving the mirror and heading out of her room. He parents were just sitting down for dinner when she got downstairs, her father eyeing her as she came into the kitchen.
"Jesus, what kind of dinner are you going to?"
"Looking pretty dapper there, honey." Senna smiled. Seriously, this woman has to teach me her secrets…
"We decided to uh, make it a fancy one tonight. Since we're celebrating and all, ya know?" God you sound soooo convincing.
Senna's smile still didn't leave her face. "Well I think that makes perfect sense," she turned to her husband, "don't you, dear?"
Korra was pacing back and forth as she looked out the living room window, subconsciously checking her phone every few seconds. "I don't know," Tonraq studied her, "I never get that worked up when I go to dinner with friends."
She stopped immediately, he's right. Why am I pacing anyways, simmer down Korra, it's just a date, with a regular girl, who's just really nice, and really pretty, and who you might actually wholeheartedly be 100% in lo—
"Korra?" Her father asked at a slight yell as she had now moved further away from the table, "You okay over there?"
"Who me?" She looked back nervously, pointing back to herself, "Yeah, I'm totally fine, super fine." She waved him off.
He swallowed a bite of his dinner, cocking a brow at her. "You're acting strange…"
Her focus was back on the window again, forcing herself to hold back the jump in her step when she saw headlights as Bolin pulled into their driveway. "I'm just really excited for my da—dinner!" She thumbed her shoes on, "Bolin's here, gotta go, bye!" She yelled at the speed of light before bolting out and slamming the door shut, not waiting for her parents to answer.
Bolin was all smiles when she got in the car, "Daaaaaaamn! You clean up well!"
She laughed and swatted his arm, "Shut up, Bo." She inhaled deeply, "What's that smell?"
"Oh!" He turned the steering wheel back as he put the car in drive after backing out of the driveway, "Grab that box in the back seat."
She grabbed the long white box and set it on her lap, looking back at her friend quizzically, "What is it?"
"Open it up!"
He didn't have to tell her twice, she pulled the lid off the box, the same quizzical look still plastered on her face, "Thanks Bo… but you know I hate—"
"They aren't for you, silly," he laughed, "I figured you wouldn't have thought to pick any up, since you're kind of out of your element ya know? So I got some for ya."
A smile formed on her lips. God I love this kid. "I don't know what I'd do without you, bud."
"Bah, I'm sure you'd get along just fine."
"No," she tapped on the box, "I wouldn't."
"You're right, you totally wouldn't. I hope you know how lucky you are to have me."
"Oh I'm aware," she brushed her hair over to the side, "trust me."
He broke his eyes from the road for a second, looking over at his best friend, "You know you really don't have to be nervous Korra, I'm pretty sure she's as hooked as you are."
"Pfftt, nervous? Me? Never."
"Don't. It's like the tenth time you've played with your hair since we left your house."
Shit, have I really been doing that? She sighed in defeat, "I can't help it bud… I'm so screwed with this woman."
"Well hopefully after tonight you will be." He winked.
She glared at him, "So. Mature."
He broke into laughter, "You're gonna be fine, Kor, I know it."
She turned back to face the front, I hope so…
They spent the rest of the ride talking about anything and everything; Mako's broody ways, the new Jinora and Kai situation, and how much Bolin really bonded with him over lunch today, even going as far as to call him his 'little bro.' It was kind of sweet, Bolin was always very welcoming to everyone he met, making them feel like part of the gang right away.
Korra actually managed to forget about her nerves for the drive, forgot about the knot in her stomach, forgot about the excitement coursing through her veins, it was just a regular drive with her best friend, completely nerve free and relaxed… until Asami's house came into sight. Fuck… The nerves came right back, as did the butterflies in her stomach and the heat all over her body.
She put her hand on her best friend's arm, "Stop here, Bo."
He gave her a confused look, "Kor, her place is still a few doors down."
She squeezed his arm a little tighter, "Bo, please, just pull over here."
He obliged, pulling off to the side and putting the car in park. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she gave him a reassuring smile, "I just don't want to risk anyone seeing you drop me off in her driveway. Don't need to get you involved in this thing if it goes south."
"Korra, it's dark out anyways, no one would be able to make out that it was me."
"Everyone at school knows Opal's car, then she'd get in trouble, too. It's not worth it, bud. I'll just walk the rest of the way." She reached for the door handle, only to be pulled back and crushed in a pair of strong arms.
"Oh, I'm so excited for you!"
"I wish I could say the same," she struggled to get out as her breath was caught her her lungs, "What if I mess up? Or make a fool of myself?"
Bolin let her go, pushing her upright and patting the wrinkles he caused out of her blazer. "Are you kidding?! You're Korra! The Avatar! You don't mess up at anything, you've got this!" He gave her a reassuring smile. "And even if you do mess up," he went on as he made air quotations, "it won't change anything. The woman is as far gone for you as you are for her."
She knew what he was trying to do, and it was working, her nerves subsided slightly. "Thanks Bo." She took a deep breath and released it before reaching for the door handle once again.
"No problem. Oh! Don't forget these!" He reminded her, tapping on the lid of the box.
"Of course not." She smiled and opened it, removing its contents.
"Have fun buddy!" Bolin said as she swung her leg out of the car and pulled herself out.
She dipped her head back in, "Thanks bud. We still good for the rest of the plan?"
"You bet!" He smiled at her with a thumbs up.
"Awesome. I'll see ya tomorrow!" She closed the door and began to walk towards her teacher's condo.
"Make good choices!" He yelled out the newly opened car window, "Use protection!"
She stopped and turned back to face the car that was now driving towards her, "Really, Bo?!"
"Haaaaave fuuuuun." He drawled, yelling out the window as he drove by.
She laughed to herself. What a kid. Okay now focus Korra, she pulled out her phone and checked the time, 7:01… well at least she won't be surprised. She sped up her walk, nerves only intensifying the closer she got. Just a bit further now. Her palms were starting to sweat, her heart beating harder and harder with every step she took, so much so that she thought it would burst out of her chest at any second.
She stood in front of the door for a moment, trying to calm her heart rate down before knocking, fearful that if it got any worse Asami would actually be able to hear it. She released a shaky breath before raising her fist up, about to knock on the wooden door, but it opened before she could touch her knuckles to it.
"You're late."
Oh… my… fuck… Korra couldn't think let alone speak. The goddess in front of her stole all of her ability to function. Her jaw hung open, eyes devouring every inch of the woman's body, nose taking in the jasmine scent that seemed to make her head fuzzy, and her mouth watering at the thoughts of all the places she wanted to put it. Her hands itched to rip the clothes right off her body and touch every part of that soft, pale skin. This woman was stunning. Well, she always stunning, but tonight was utterly overwhelming. A tight black dress hugged and formed to every curve of her body, over her breasts, her hips, her ass, stopping halfway down her thigh revealing those gorgeous legs that Korra wanted nothing more than to spread and lose herself between. Asami knew how to accessorize as well; a gold bracelet circled her wrist, a matching necklace draped down around her neck, whilst the red clip held back her hair on the left side, and a pair of red stiletto platform pumps on her feet. Completing the look was her signature crimson lipstick, which she wore everyday, but tonight, tonight it was even more alluring. How can someone be as amazing as this woman is? How can someone look this good? They didn't fuck around when they created her… Fuck. Me.
"Korra?" The woman asked with a hand on her hip.
She had to consciously stop her eyes from roaming the woman's body, looking up to meet those gorgeous, deep, captivating emerald eyes. "Uhh…"
"We should probably—"
"These are for you!" Korra blurted out rather loudly, breaking from her dumbfounded state and cutting her teacher off as she shoved the flowers towards her.
"Fire Lilies," the woman smiled as she took them and brought the bouquet to her nose, "My favourite. How did you know?"
Korra brought her hand up behind her head, "Heh, lucky guess." Damn I owe Bolin one.
"Oh, right," her smiled morphed into a smirk, "I remember your guessing skills to be quite good."
Korra couldn't help but let her eyes wander to her teacher's perfectly rounded ass as the woman turned to open the door, "Just let me put these in some water before we head out."
She was still hypnotized by the woman's hips as she followed her in, "Unh hunh."
It didn't take the older woman long to set the flowers in a vase, coming back from the kitchen a moment later. "Ready?"
Korra you can't be like this all night. She cleared her throat, "Absolutely," she smiled.
The woman traced a finger down her tie, leaning down and pressing a warm pair of lips to her cheek. If the warmth that she felt in her face was any indication, the colour of her cheeks must not have been too far off from the hue of Asami's shoes. She couldn't help but notice just how much the woman had to bend down, however. If an extra 6 inches of height difference is the price to see her in heels, I'll gladly pay it.
The lips left her cheek, and she instantly missed them. She turned her head in hopes to catch them with her own but the older woman was too quick. "A kiss on the first date Korra?" Her teacher asked as she opened the door, "Who do you think I am? I'm not that kind of girl."
Oh so that's how it's gonna be. "Of course, you're right, I apologize," she brought her hand up behind her head again, purposefully giving herself an excuse to flex her arm so that the sleeve of her blazer hugged tightly around her muscle, "I don't know what came over me."
The woman bit her lip, eyes transfixed on Korra's flexed arm. "Shall we?" Korra asked with a grin of her own.
Her teacher seemed to regain her composure, "Yes, we shall."
"Excellent," the grin still present on Korra's lips, "After you."
The two walked outside towards the sleek black car in the driveway, the lights flashing briefly as Asami pressed the unlock button on the remote.
A pale hand reached for the driver side handle, but Korra put her hand out to stop it before it reached the door. "Allow me," she offered opening it for her date.
"So chivalrous." The woman replied with a wink and a hair flip before settling in the driver seat.
Of course she had to do the hair flip… fuuccckkkkk. She closed the door and walked around the nose of the car to the passenger side, the leather creaking slightly as she sat down. "So how far away is this restaurant?"
"Not too far," the woman gave her a mischievous grin as an ivory finger traced it's way up the top of Korra's thigh.
It was as if her whole body had ignited in flames the second the slender finger made contact with her leg, burning hotter with every centimeter it went up her thigh. This is going to be a long night…
She wasn't wrong, the drive there was full of teasing touches and halted advances. The woman was doing it on purpose, knowing full well the effect it had on Korra… serves you right… She hadn't done a particularly good job of hiding how much she liked what she saw when they were at Asami's… you are so smooth.
Well, there's no hiding it now, might as well go all in. She looked over at the woman next to her, "You, um, look gorgeous tonight. Well, not just tonight, you look good all the time, shit, uh—" she was all over the place.
A hand grabbed hers, fingers interlacing between her own, "Thank you," Asami met her gaze and smiled at her, calming her instantly, "You don't look so bad yourself."
Korra could only smile in return, relishing in the feeling that the hand in her's gave her. Of all the things they had done, holding hands wasn't one of them. Sure they did it while they were cuddling in bed, but who doesn't do that? Right here, right now, however, it wasn't because they were about to fall asleep; she was holding her hand just to hold it. It was something so innocent but it in this moment it was almost as good as everything else they had done, something normal couples could do all the time that they never could. She never realized how such a small thing could make such a big difference, and now that it had happened, she never wanted to have to go without it. But it was something that could never happen, holding hands at school wasn't very covert… she sighed in disappointment at the realization…
They pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, "Hey," the woman shook her hand lightly to bring her attention to the green eyes across her, "You okay?"
"Yeah…" her answer lacked enthusiasm.
Her response was met with a knowing look, she wasn't fooling her.
"I just," she shook her head, "Nevermind… I'm just pathetic is all."
"Korra," the woman's gaze softened, "Just tell me. Please?"
How could she say no to those eyes? "It's just, our date hasn't even started yet, and this is so nice, just sitting here holding your hand," Stop, Korra, "but tomorrow," Shut it, you're only proving your pathetic point, "I'll wake up and it won't be able to happen again for a while."
She couldn't stop the words from coming out, it just happened, they came so easily, her true feelings breathed out and given flesh. The older woman just stared at her for a moment with no response, thumb rubbing over the back of her hand.
You idiot, you said too much. "See?" she looked away, "Told ya I was pathetic."
She felt a tender hand make its way to her cheek, pulling her around to face her teacher once again, only to have a pair of crimson lips crashed into hers in a deep kiss. Korra couldn't stop the soft moan escape her as their lips parted, "You're not pathetic, Korra."
She still wasn't ready to speak yet, her brain unable to formulate a witty retort, still able to taste the kiss she had longed for since they left.
"I feel that way too, but let's just enjoy tonight and not worry about tomorrow, okay?"
The thoughts of what she had planned came back to mind, her lips stretching into a smile. Her teacher was right, they had tonight.
"You're right." Korra surged forwards and caught Asami's lips in a quick peck, "So much for not being that kind of girl."
Asami's reached up and caught her chin in her hand, "How could I say no to those blue eyes of yours?"
Her confidence was back, "You never stood a chance."
The black haired woman gave her a smirk, "Let's go, Avatar."
The two got out of the car, Korra waited for Asami and offered the woman her arm. She stepped up onto the sidewalk and handed the keys to the valet, "Merci."
Korra cocked a brow as they walked towards the entrance, "You speak French?"
Asami simply smiled back, "There's a lot you don't know about me."
I'm excited to find out what exactly… "Apparently."
"Ah! Mademoiselle Sato!" The restaurant host greeted her teacher, excitedly coming around the counter and giving her date a kiss on each cheek. He was a tall older man with a thin mustache and gelled back hair, dressed in black pants and a matching blazer, a white button up and black tie.
"Bonsoir Xavier," she gave him a smile, "Combien de fois dois-je vous demander de m'appeler Asami?"
"Au moins une fois de plus, comme toujours."
Asami rolled her eyes and laughed as the man motioned for them two follow them, "Suivez moi, votre salle privée est prête."
They walked into the main area of the restaurant, exposed brick walls made up two sides of it while a window front and a bar made up the other two. The wall behind the bar had unique shelving screwed into the brick displaying their variety of alcohols, while just above was hung a blackboard with tonight's menu options written upon it for the entire restaurant to see. There were tables strategically placed about the room, around the wood columns and along the bare walls, covered by white table cloths and decorated with mason jar candles. It had a comforting feel to it, the warm glow from the candlelight and the murmurs of couples and groups enjoying conversation was all very welcoming.
But for some reason Xavier didn't lead them to one of the few empty tables, they kept walking towards a hallway at one end of the bar. Light bulbs held by the same mason jars that decorated the tables in the main area were fixed to the wall illuminating their way to a different part of the restaurant. Privée… maybe that means private? Her suspicions were confirmed when the hallway opened up to a much smaller, secluded space. The room that Asami had reserved for them was nothing short of spectacular, dimly lit with a single table in the center of it, chairs on either side and a candle in the center, their own private date. Okay so maybe letting her choose the place wasn't such a bad idea.
The man led Asami to one of the chairs, pulling it out and pushing it back in as she sat down, coming around the table to do the same for Korra.
"Alors," Xavier started as he stood at one of the empty sides of the table, "Puis-je vous offrir du vin pour commencer?"
Asami turned to Korra, "Would you like some wine?"
It wasn't something she drank very often, but this seemed like an appropriate occasion. "Sure."
The woman turned back to Xavier, "Que suggérez-vous?"
The man went on for a few minutes, Korra could only guess that he was suggesting what sort of wine would go well with tonight's meal options, something Asami seemed to be very well versed in. After a few minutes the man nodded and left the room, presumably to fetch the bottle Asami requested. Korra didn't care though, Asami's attention was back on her.
"Not gonna lie, you speaking french is kind of hot."
"Is it now?" The woman smiled as she leaned her elbows on the table, resting her chin on her interlaced fingers.
"Kind of," Korra reiterated.
"Maybe I'll have to test just how hot it is at some point."
Unffff, you totally should. "Bring it on Sato."
Xavier was back, bottle of wine in hand, he reached for Asami's glass and poured in a small amount. Korra watched as she swished it around the glass slightly, letting the red liquid coat the sides before settling down once again in the bottom of the glass. She took a small sip and let it sit in her mouth momentarily before swallowing.
"Et puis, est-il à votre goût?"
"C'est parfait Xavier, merci." She handed him back her glass.
"Je vous en prie," He took the glass and began to pour, setting it down on the table and moving over to serve Korra some.
"Alors," he brought his hands together, "ce soir—"
"Excuse me Xavier, would you mind continuing in English, my friend here doesn't speak French."
"Why of courze! Tonight we 'ave…" His accent was thick, but Korra still understood him with ease and was thankful for his efforts.
He explained each course in great detail, describing how all the flavours complimented each other and why he suggested the specific wine he did. Everything sounded delicious and Korra couldn't wait to taste it all, thankful that she let Asami choose the restaurant after all. They each selected their courses and thanked Xavier before he left to place their order.
"So are you okay with my choice Avatar?" Asami asked after taking a sip of her wine.
"Very." Korra followed suit, taking a sip from her own glass. "How did you manage to get this room?"
"My Dad lent the chef the start up money for this place, so we get whatever table we want. We don't come very often anymore though."
"No?" Korra looked at her with curiosity, "Why not?"
The woman shifted in her chair, looking almost uncomfortable, "It used to be my mom's favorite restaurant… it's been hard on Dad coming here since she passed."
Fuck Korra you idiot, "Asami I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"
Asami resettled herself in her chair, sitting closer to the table. "It's fine Korra, it happened a long time ago." She gave her a reassuring smile, "Tell me about your parents."
Korra was glad for the change of subject, it's not that she didn't want Asami to talk about her past, but she just wasn't sure how to handle it just yet. "Well, they are both of Inuit descent. Dad is originally from the North, and for some reason that he doesn't like to talk about, was sent to another tribe down South, but stopped in Republic City on the way. Mom, who's originally from the South was in town for school, they ran into each other and the rest pretty much goes how any rom com goes. A few years later they got married and then I came along a little while after that."
"Lucky for me." Her teacher winked.
"Heh," Korra visibly gulped, pulling at the collar of her shirt. "Anyways, I think that's why Dad wants me to get this scholarship so bad, it'll get me in touch with my roots."
"Not to mention that it's one of the best schools out there." Asami added.
"Yeah that too. And of course it would get them to the South more often, which I'm sure my Aunt Kya would love."
"She must be you aunt on your Mom's side then?"
"Well, she's not really my aunt, we're not blood related or anything. She's just always been around ever since I was a kid, she'd always come up to visit and I'd stay with her when we went down to the South if ever my parents went out for dinner or something. She's a big part of why I was able to come out so young, she's expecting a kid with her wife now. You totally have to meet her—" Korra stopped mid sentence when the realization hit her, shifting her gaze down to her lap. Can't really bring your secret crush home to meet your family...
A warm hand wrapped around hers on the table, she looked back up to meet her teacher's smile. Asami seemed to pick up on her thoughts, "After you graduate, if you decide this is still something you want, I'd love to meet her."
Korra couldn't stop the smile from stretching on her face, how could she ever be something I didn't want. "I think you two would really get along."
Xavier came in a moment later with their first course, carrying the plates across the room without difficulty and setting them down in front of them. "Bon appétit," he smiled and disappeared again.
It smelled delicious and Korra couldn't wait to try it, yet she hesitated, staring down at the set up in front of her. Why does someone need this many utensils…
The sound of the woman across the table clearing her throat caused Korra to look up, finding her teacher staring back at her with a smile on her face, holding up the smaller fork. "This one Korra."
A blush formed on her cheeks, way to make a good impression ya cavewoman, of course it's the smaller fork, duh. "I knew that," she tried to give her a confident smile as she grabbed the right fork from the table, "I was just appreciating the presentation, that's all."
"Of course you were. How could I assume anything different?" He teacher smirked before taking a bite.
So much for not making a fool of yourself...
The rest of the dinner was perfect, Korra didn't make any more mistakes with the cutlery, thank god, the food was delicious and conversation flowed naturally, just as it had anytime they were alone. Asami only toyed with her a little, purposely taking advantage of the situation when Xavier was in the room by running her foot up Korra's leg. It didn't even matter that he spoke French when he came into the room, Korra wouldn't have understood him even if he spoke English while Asami continued to torment her. Every ounce of concentration fled from her brain and gathered between her legs, making the throbbing heat there and what she wanted to do to soothe it the only thing she could think about. Ripping that dress off of her would be a good start… She looked over at her teacher while the foot moved down to her ankle, she wasn't even looking at Korra, carrying on in her conversation with Xavier like nothing was even happening, while Korra was on the verge of melting in her chair. Such a damn tease. The woman's foot kept moving up and down, slowly, imagine her in just those damn red heels… Korra gripped the edge of the table harder as her teacher hooked her foot in the bend of her knee, I can think of other ways I'd want her legs hooked around me… Suddenly she felt herself jerked forwards, her chair creaking against the floor and her torso hitting the edge of the table, causing everything on the table to shake. She looked up at the two before her, shifting between Xavier's concerned gaze and Asami's cocky smirk.
"Vous allez bien?" The man asked.
Korra looked at him with confusion, unable to translate what she assumed was a question.
"Yes Korra, are you alright?"
Korra wasn't falling for her innocent facade, she didn't break eye contact with her teacher as she pulled her leg away from her hold. "I'm fine."
"Parfait," Xavier continued as he picked up the remaining plates form the table. "Donc, que désirez-vous comme dessert?"
Dessert?
"Qu'est-ce que vous avez ce soir?" Asami asked.
Has to be the same thing in English right?
"Nous avons un magnifique—"
"No thank you!" Korra blurted out.
They both turned to her, Asami with a cocked brow, "We don't want dessert?"
A cocky grin formed on Korra's face, "My date from now on."
Asami smiled and turned back to Xavier, "Apparemment nous avons d'autres plans, merci Xavier."
"Un café ou un thé alors?"
"Non merci."
"Disgestif?"
"Non merci," she smiled, "juste l'addition s'il vous plaît."
"Non, non, non," he waved her off, "c'est tellement un plaisir de vous voir Mademoiselle Sato; It's, how you say…" he pondered momentarily, "Ah oui, on ze 'ouse."
"Well then, thank you. Be sure to pass on my thanks to Chuck."
"Of courze," he moved behind Asami to pull her chair out as she got up, "say 'ello to your father for us."
"I will for sure." she smiled as she reached out for Korra's hand.
Korra let herself up, staring at the hand that was being offered to her. Was she really serious? It's not like anyone knows me here… Unable to hold back any longer, she quickly interlaced her fingers with her teacher's.
"Bonsoir Mademoiselle Sato, revenez nous voir bientôt!"
"Absolument, bonne soirée!"
Her teacher led her out the front door to where her black audi was already waiting for them. She let go of Korra's hand and fiddled in her clutch to retrieve a tip for the valets, "Merci," she thanked them as she took her keys.
Korra watched as the two boys ogled her teacher's figure, eyes roaming up and down her date's body. Her previously splayed out fingers now found themselves balled into a fist, grinding her teeth together as the boys shared quiet whispers.
"Korra?" She turned her head to see her teacher standing behind the open door on the other side of the car, "You coming?"
Her jaw relaxed instantly, she was the one leaving with the gorgeous woman after all. She turned back to the boys standing behind the valet stand as she lifted the door handle, "Bon night les monsieurs." Heh, eat your heart out.
Asami was trying to stifle a laugh when she got in the car. "What?"
It took the woman a moment before she could get the words out, finally taking her hand down from her face to reveal a smile, "It's 'bonne soirée messieurs'."
All the confidence she had getting into the car fled. You're an idiot. "Well it's not my fault I don't speak French!" She went to reach back for the door handle, "I'm sure they'd understand my fist in their face just fine!"
Asami grabbed her arm and pulled her back to her seat, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek, "You're cute when you get jealous."
She didn't even think to give her teacher a hard time about using the C word, all she could do was sit in contentment with the momentary warmth she got from her teacher's lips.
The sound of the car engine roaring to life broke her from her trance. "So where are we going?"
There was something so attractive about seeing her teacher behind the wheel, the confidence that leaked out of her pores was so alluring… not to mention how her dress hugged her legs tighter every time she'd press down on a pedal. "Just drive as if you were heading home, I'll tell you where to go."
She gave the engine one more rev before putting into gear and pulling onto the street, "Whatever you say Avatar."
As far as first dates go, this is the best one she had ever had, dinner went relatively smoothly besides the cutlery issue, and almost knocking everything on the table over, and the muddled attempt at French… Okay maybe not so smoothly… But of course she still had the rest of her plan to go through, hopefully Bolin has everything ready… She sat in the passenger seat, trying not to fiddle with her hair too often as she had done with Bolin earlier, the last thing she wanted was to have Asami know she was nervous. They didn't have long to go anyways, the next stop on their date was approximately halfway between home and the restaurant, she only had a few more minutes of worry to go through, please be ready…
"Get off here," Korra directed as she pointed to the highway sign.
"Have I told you that I'm not one for surprises?" The woman asked as she took the exit.
"No? And why is that?" This only made this whole idea all that much better, Korra planned to take advantage. She traced a finger up her teacher's arm as she held the shifter, "Take a left."
"I don't like not know what's going on." The woman gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.
Korra's cockiness was back. She shifted in her seat, getting close enough to press her lips to the woman's exposed shoulder. "Not a fan of not being in control," her kisses moved to the pale neck before her, working her way up until her mouth was centimeters from her ear, "are ya Miss Sato?"
The woman let out a soft moan as Korra caught an earlobe between her teeth, "Lost your nerves have you?"
"Maybe" Korra breathed before pulling away, earning a shudder from her teacher. "Pull over here."
The woman obeyed, pulling the car into one of the parallel spots and putting the car in park. "Now what?" she asked. Her eyes now a darker green, pupils slightly dilated, a look of desire filling them.
"What is it you're always telling me?" Korra asked as she tucked a piece of raven hair behind the woman's ear, "Oh right, patience."
She bit her lip, "Now who's the ass?"
"Still you." She smiled before giving her teacher a quick peck on the nose, "Don't move." She was out of the car in an instant, making her way around the front to the driver side door, opening it and offering a hand to her date, "Come with me gorgeous."
The raven haired woman seemed to be hesitant, but gave in and took her hand. Korra couldn't help but smile, she loved seeing her teacher like this, out of her element, unsure of what to expect. They walked for a short while, strolling down the meandering paths through the foliage and listening to the crickets chirp. They made their way into a clearing off the path, past a few trees and up to the top of a hill. Thank god. Some of Korra's tension melted away when she saw that everything was set.
"What is this?" Asami questioned as they crested the hill.
"You said you wanted dessert right?" Korra asked as she led the woman to a blanket laid on the ground.
The grip on her hand tightened as she helped her teacher to the ground, "Well yes, but I wasn't expecting this."
The smile on her face made Korra weak in the knees, thankfully she found herself sitting shortly after as well. "I can be romantic sometimes." She turned to reach over into the cooler next to her, pulling out a tub of ice cream and two spoons, handing one to her teacher. "Hope you like oreo."
Before Korra could even pull the lid off the tub her teacher's lips were on her cheek, "I love it."
Suddenly Korra was on fire, any time her teacher would mention the L word her entire body would react, heart racing and ears burning, waiting, hoping, that maybe someday the word to follow that forbidden one would be… you…
Snap out of it ya sap. "More of that awesome guessing skill I suppose," she popped the lid and offered some to her teacher.
The woman took a spoonful, and rested her head on Korra's shoulder, "So it would seem."
Once they'd both had their fill, Korra quickly put the lid back on the container and set it back in the cooler, eager to return her attention to the woman leaning up against her. It had gotten a little cooler now since they arrived, and it didn't take a genius to see that it was getting to Asami. Korra shifted her weight so that she no longer hand to lean back, freeing up her hands so that she could slide her blazer off her shoulders.
"Here." She offered her teacher as she slipped her blazer around her.
The woman graciously accepted, grabbing the fabric by the lapels and pulling it tighter around herself as she again cuddled up closer to Korra, "Thank you."
All of these subtle touches, they were going to be the death of Korra. How am I supposed to go back to secrecy after this… She shuddered at the thought. Even if it was just one night, she had gotten incredibly used to being able to hold her teacher's hand whenever she wanted, touch her without fear of someone seeing them… You're in so deep…
"You sure you aren't cold?"
She looked down into the green eyes staring back up at her, smiling at the genuine worry in them. A thought crossed her mind, "Well now that you mention it,"
She put her arm around the woman's shoulders and shifted again, laying them both down on the blanket and pulling her date closer, "I might be a little cold," she grabbed the extra bit of blanket and pulled it over them.
Korra was now laying on her back, one arm bent with her hand behind her head whilst the other held her date close. Asami shifted closer still, nuzzling herself into the nook of Korra's neck and shoulder. The warm breath on her neck caused all of her fine hairs to stand on end, she could feel the woman's lips morph into a smile as she pressed them to her neck, "So smooth Avatar."
"What are you implying Miss Sato? Maybe I really am just cold."
The woman traced a finger up one of her suspenders, "You know I have slept next to you, right?"
Shudder. "Sleep being the operative word."
"So I know that you're basically a human heater, and that you never get cold Miss I like to sleep with the window open even in winter."
Busted. "Well, I uh, um… I was just uh"
Crimson lips were pressed to her cheek, "Relax Kor, I like seeing you try to be smooth."
Korra cocked her head down to look at the woman, "Try?" She put on a cocky smile, "More like succeed."
Her teacher just rolled her eyes at her and pulled her in close for a quick peck. Korra fell into the warmth it offered, no matter how brief it was, she still felt it all over her body. By the time she opened her eyes, the green orbs she fell into seconds ago were already looking away, distracted by something above them.
"Korra look!" She pointed towards the sky.
She followed her teacher's outstretched arm, catching the tail end of a shooting star as it fell across the dark night sky. She turned back to her date, "I heard there might be some tonight."
The green eyes stayed fixed on the constellations above, "I've never seen one before."
"Really?!" Korra couldn't believe it, "My Dad used to take me stargazing all the time when I was a kid."
"There's another one!" The woman exclaimed, pointing upwards once again. "God they're beautiful."
Korra couldn't help but smile to herself as she saw wonder in her teacher's eyes, how the stars sparkled in them as she continued to scan the sky, how her red lipstick contrasted with pale cheeks, how her black hair always fell perfectly even when she was laying down… "So beautiful…"
Suddenly those green eyes were back on her, and even though Asami wasn't looking up at the stars anymore, that sparkle was still there, on the fringe of her dilated pupils. Pale fingers brushed her chestnut behind her ear as the face before her inched forward, so close that she could feel her teacher's breath on her lips, warm breath that traveled from her lips to her brain, making everything fuzzy, jasmine scent fogging her thoughts and a taste she only wanted more of.
Her teacher's lips formed into a smile, causing all the fuzziness to fade, and after a brief moment of clarity, Korra just melted. All the strength from her body dissolved away, replaced by warmth and contentedness, contentedness to sit in this moment forever, and fall deeper and deeper into those emerald pools until she was forced to surface.
Then the woman spoke, slightly breaking Korra from her haze, "What do you say we head back Casanova?"
She absorbed the sight in front of her a while longer before agreeing, "Sure."
She didn't know if she was ready to move yet, or if her body would let her, but wherever this woman was, that's where she wanted to be. Asami peeled herself upwards into a sitting position, and even this small amount of separation proved to be too much, suddenly Korra's strength was back and she was up on her feet in a second, turning and offering a hand to her teacher. The pale hand fit so perfectly in hers, felt so soft as the fingers interlocked between hers, she gripped it and pulled the woman to her feet, taking advantage of the momentum to bring their bodies flush against each other and stealing a peck from those crimson lips.
The older woman seemed to enjoy it, peppering her with kisses as she spoke. "You," kiss, "are," kiss, "so," kiss, "smooth."
Although she could now stand, her ability to speak hadn't yet caught up, all she could do was show off her signature lopsided goofy grin.
Asami must have known the effect she had on her because she didn't wait for an answer, instead she just picked up the blanket and tugged on her hand. "Let's go."
The drive home was just as nice as the drive there, full of soft touches, stolen kisses, and shared stories. Korra felt a pang of sadness in her chest as they pulled into Asami's driveway, their night was coming to end, which was in direct conflict with her desires. She didn't want this night to end, she wanted it to go on forever, I'm done for…
An awkward silence fell between them as they reached the door of the older woman's place. Korra's nerves were back, with anyone else this point in the date would be easy to manage, but nothing was easy with Asami. She second guessed herself every step of the way, do I go in or do I just walk to the boy's apartment? I mean I have slept over before… but I don't want to assume… fuck why is this so hard. Apart from the brief moments getting in and out of the car, Korra still hadn't let go of her hand since they left the park. Her free hand reached up behind her head, "I umm, had a great time with you tonight Asami."
"I did too." Her teacher smiled back at her after she got the door unlocked.
Korra watched as she walked in, eyes once again roaming over her teacher's form, "So I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"Oh," an almost sad looked formed on her teacher's face, "you're not coming in?"
See you idiot, she wants you to come in, put your big girl pants on. Confidence regained. "Well you know," she slipped her hands in her pockets, "I didn't think you were that kind of girl."
The woman seemed to regain her confidence just as she did. She made her way towards her, heels clicking against the floor with every step she took, eyes half lidded, full of intent. "Smart ass." She grabbed her tie and pulled her inside.
Within seconds Korra found herself pushed up against the newly closed door with red painted lips upon hers, pale hands pinning her shoulders, holding her in position. Oh no she doesn't. Patience Miss Sato. Korra's hands quickly found her teacher's hips gripping them tightly before sliding them down over her date's perfectly shaped ass to the back of her thighs to lift the woman up off the ground. Breaking free from Asami's grip wasn't an easy feat, she was surprisingly strong but Korra still managed. Pale legs wrapped around her waist instinctively, whilst arms found themselves wrapped around her shoulders for support. The minute she succeeded in peeling herself off the door, Korra carried them into the living room. Their lips never parting once as she walked, kiss deepening, tongues clashing. Her hands held her teacher's thighs firmly in place as she walked towards the couch, only relinquishing their hold as she set the woman down. She settled herself between them, propping herself up with one hand on the couch while the other traced a slow lingering line up the inside of her teacher's thigh from her knee. The woman moaned as she got about halfway, the heat emanating from her core evident on Korra's stomach… fuckkkk. It only made the throbbing between Korra's legs more obvious, making it harder to execute her plan, harder to control herself. She felt the material of her date's dress on her forearm, pushing it upwards as she made her way further up the woman's thigh. More muffled moans could be heard between them, her teacher's hands now firmly gripping her back, nails digging into her muscles. Unnff… hold it together Korra. She could feel her teacher's heat on her fingers now, mere centimeters away from the fabric of her thong. She held that distance for a few more seconds, drawing idle lines on the woman's skin.
"Korra…" Her teacher moaned between kisses.
Fuckkkk meeeee. Hearing the woman below her moan her name caused her own throbbing to turn to wetness. Not much longer Korra… The older woman's hips bucked up towards her hand, now. She broke the kiss as she quickly pulled her hand away and sat back on her heel, a moan of disapproval escaping her teacher's lips as she did.
Korra couldn't stop herself from panting, attempting to calm herself down and stop the pulsing she felt in her core. "Grad… graduation…"
Asami was much quicker to recover; within a second she was sitting back up and had her lips on Korra's once again, catching her bottom lip between her own and releasing it with a pop. "You're right." The woman traced a finger down her chest, hooking it in the hem of her pants and giving them a slight tug. "It's just two weeks right?"
Korra didn't even react to the woman getting up from the couch and walking out of sight. All she could do was stare into space with her jaw hung open, the pulsing between her legs that she tried so desperately to control now anything but. Did I just lose that?
"You coming?" a sultry voice called from behind her.
Korra turned to find the woman standing on the first step, reaching for the zipper at the back of her dress. Fuck I wish I was. "Absolutely."
Her teacher made her way up the stairs, pulling the zipper of her dress down further with each step, exposing more and more of her back. "Come on then, Avatar."
Korra had to consciously stop herself from drooling as she took in the sight in front of her, following the woman up every step. She watched the material fall away as the zipper moved downward, stopping just before the swell of the woman's ass. Help…
Her teacher kicked her heels off as she entered the room, dropping her dress to the floor mid step, exposing her naked form for only a second before climbing under the sheets. She's not even wearing a bra… I just lost. Korra almost tripped trying to kick off her pants, which still had the suspenders attached. She simultaneously undid the buttons of her shirt,dropping her clothing randomly as she walked to join the woman. No shirt it is, she climbed under the sheets next to her teacher.
"Did you forget something?" The woman asked as she traced a finger down Korra's spine, eliciting a shiver from her body.
It took her a second to compose herself, but she was finally able to respond. "Um, no?"
She leaned in closer, whispering into her ear, "I don't think I could handle a shirtless Avatar in my bed…"
"Hey at least I'm wearing a bra." Korra protested.
Asami didn't even acknowledge it, continuing her work on the bare portion of Korra's back. "Atleast not until after graduation. We'll be needing two."
Totally lost. "Ughh… fine." Reluctantly Korra peeled herself out of bed and made her way to the dresser across the room. A mischievous grin formed on her lips as she saw the selection of shirts in the drawer, this'll even the score.
"Here ya go." Korra offered her one of the shirts along with a cocky grin.
"Well aren't we clever."
The woman grabbed the shirt and pulled it over her head as Korra did the same, only to stare in awe at the woman as she pulled her luscious black locks out from the collar of the shirt. Okay maybe that wasn't the best move… The shirt Korra had selected for her was a loose fitting crop top, stopping just below the bottom of her teacher's breasts, revealing only a small part of their bottom curve.
"Still confident with your choice?" The woman toyed.
"So… confident… " You should be moving Korra, snap out of it.
The woman patted the space next to her. Come on, left, then right, she coached herself through the movements, there ya go. Finally she made it into the bed, snuggling up to her teacher.
"I really did have a good time tonight Korra." The toying tone to her voice was gone as she draped an arm over Korra's abdomen, in its place was now one of honesty, and almost something vulnerable.
"I'm glad," she smiled back at the woman, "not gonna lie about it, tonight was the most stressed I've ever been for a date."
"Really?" her teacher asked in disbelief.
Korra could feel the words coming, words that would reveal just how deep she was in all of this. "You really get to me Asami."
"What do you mean?"
"In a good way of course." Don't do it Korra. "You kind of get me all flustered about eighty percent of the time."
"The Avatar? Flustered? I don't believe it." she smiled.
"And I uh… " You're digging yourself a bigger hole here. "I can't really seem to get you out of my head."
"What about the other twenty percent?" the older woman asked as she rested her head on her chest.
Dial it back woman! "The other twenty percent of the time you drive me insane."
She felt the woman tense up against her. She gave her a reassuring squeeze, "Also in a good way."
The tension in the older woman's body softened, "Well that's good to hear."
Fatigue was setting in, her eyelids getting heavier by the second. "It's all good with you Asami."
They hadn't spoken in a few moments, and she could feel Korra's breaths getting deeper, her chest rising and falling at regular intervals. Asami's mind was still firing on all cylinders, going through everything that happened on their date, from the flowers to Korra's recent admissions. It was so good to hear, so reassuring to know that maybe, just maybe she wasn't the only one this deep. She looked down at their interlocked fingers on the other side of Korra's torso, the way they had been for most of the night, unable to stop the smile from forming on her face.
"Korra?" she whispered.
The girl didn't respond.
She craned her head back to look up at her sleeping student. "Korra?" She tried again, this time a little louder.
Still nothing.
She propped herself up on an elbow, never letting go of the tanned hand in hers, shifting herself closer to the girl and resting her head on the pillow next to her. "Korra?"
Still no response.
She smiled and pressed a soft kiss to the girl's cheek, "Je t'aime…"
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Here's the translation for ya in case you had some trouble following along!
"Ah! Miss Sato!" The restaurant host greeted her teacher, excitedly coming around the counter and giving her a kiss on each cheek. He was a tall older man with a thin mustache and gelled back hair, dressed in black pants and a matching blazer, a white button up and black tie.
"Good evening Xavier," she gave him a smile, "How many times must I ask you to call me Asami?"
"At least once more, as always."
Asami rolled her eyes and laughed as the man motioned for them two follow them, "Follow me, your private room is ready."
[…]
"So," Xavier started as he stood at one of the empty sides of the table, "may I offer you some wine to start?"
Asami turned to Korra, "would you like some wine?"
It wasn't something she drank very often, but this seemed like an appropriate occasion. "Sure."
The woman turned back to Xavier, "what kind do you suggest?"
—
She took a small sip and let it sit in her mouth momentarily before swallowing.
"And, is it to your liking?"
"It's perfect Xavier, thank you." She handed him back her glass.
"You're most welcome," He took the glass and began to pour, setting it down on the table and moving over to serve Korra some.
"So," he brought his hands together, "tonight—"
—
She looked up at the two before her, shifting between Xavier's concerned gaze and Asami's cocky smirk.
"Are you alright?" The man asked.
Korra looked at him with confusion, unable to translate what she assumed was a question.
"Yes, are you alright Korra?"
Korra wasn't falling for her innocent facade, she didn't break eyes with her teacher as she pulled her leg away from her hold. "I'm fine."
"Perfect," Xavier continued as he picked up the remaining plates form the table. "Would you care for some dessert?"
Dessert?
"What do you have tonight?" Asami asked.
Has to be the same thing in english right?
"We have a magnificent—"
[…]
Asami smiled and turned back to Xavier, "apparently we have other plans, thank you Xavier."
"A tea or coffee perhaps?"
"No thank you."
"Disgestif?"
"No thank you," she smiled, "just the bill please."
"No, no, no," he waved her off, "It was such a pleasure to see you tonight Miss Sato, It's, how do you say…" he pondered momentarily, "oh yes, on ze house."
[…]
"Enjoy your evening Miss Sato, come back and see us soon!"
"Absolutely, have a good night!"
—
Korra's unfortunate attempt at French:
She turned back to the boys standing behind the valet stand as she lifted the door handle, "Good night the sir." Heh, eat your heart out.
Asami was trying to stifle a laugh when she got in the car. "What?"
"It's 'good night gentlemen'."
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And as for that last line, I'm sure you guys can figure it out ;)
So yeah, that's the english version. What do you guys think about French speaking Asami? Leave me a review and let me know :D
