Chapter 17 – Driver's Seat

Korra has accepted a lot of things in life. Some people like books over movies. Some people like cats over dogs. Some people like waking up at the ass crack of dawn.

And foremost, she has accepted that she is stupid on all topics revolving around operating and maintaining vehicles.

But Asami Sato will not surrender in her fruitless pursuit in teaching her the basics of driving.

This has resulted in them on a freaking racetrack behind the Sato estate. She's in the driver's seat, and Asami's in the passenger seat pointing out and explaining various controls.

"Waters, are you listening to me?" She snaps her fingers impatiently in front of her face.

"Huh?"

"I'm teaching you about the controls!"

"How do you expect me to listen when you're being here all sexy in this sports car and your parents are watching us?" Peering over Asami's shoulder, she sees Yasuko and Hiroshi sitting in the stands. They catch her eyes and wave at her with big smiles, flushing her cheeks. "That really puts a damper on the mood, ya know?"

Asami twists in her seat and whips the passenger side door open. "Daddy, please leave! You're making her nervous!"

"Nonsense, sweetie. I need to make sure you're teaching her correctly."

Asami slams the door shut harder than she should, and Hiroshi exclaims to treat the car with respect like he taught her. She resumes her lesson. Korra tries to listen, but she was telling the truth about her being all sexy in the car. She pushes through that and manages to correctly identify the basic controls and piddles enough with the high-tech temperature control to make it toasty inside on this cool fall day.

"Okay, I think we're ready to drive," Asami says confidently and buckles up. "Do what I've taught you."

"You know I don't even have a permit," Korra reminds. She steps on what she thinks is the break so she can shift into drive, but really steps on the gas and accidently revs the engine. Asami's not amused. Korra grins sheepishly. "Sorry?"

"That's the gas. The break is the pedal on the left. I guess I can't show you how to drive a stick."

"Fuck, no! I can't handle three pedals!" Korra depresses the break, shifts into drive, and releases her foot from the break. "Look at that, I'm driving!"

Asami breaks out in a grin and leans over the console and kisses her cheek. "Technically, the forces around us and in the vehicle are making us move. You're just steering. Now, gently ease your foot onto the gas."

Korra's definition of gently and Asami's is very different. She pushes a little too hard and roughly jerks them forward. Asami grunts, and Korra apologizes again. She removes her foot from the gas and lets the natural workings of the world move them.

"You didn't floor it which is good at least. Now, gently press the break to stop us."

Korra's definition of gently hasn't change in the last thirty seconds. If anything, she's even more gentle this time. Asami has to thrust her hands out to not slam her face into the dashboard. She threads her hands through her hair to comb it out and gives Korra a look.

"I told you I can't drive."

Asami shifts them into park and unbuckles. "Get out, I'm taking you for a few laps around the track."

Korra unbuckles and throws her a sultry smirk. "This physical track or your personal track that's sent from the heavens and is the sweetest tasting thing in the world."

Asami playfully rolls her darken eyes. "The physical track, but I wouldn't be objected to us taking a spin around our personal tracks later. You'll have to be very quiet though, but if you can't, I may have something to keep your mouth otherwise occupied." She winks seductively with her still healing eye and exits the vehicle while Korra's jaw drops to the floor. Sato opens the driver's side door, peering over her like she's her prey. "Move your ass, Waters. I'm taking over the driver's seat. Just sit back and relax."

Korra decides to be a little deviant. She's already unbuckled so instead of getting out of the car and walking around to the passenger side, she crawls over the center console all while making sure to give Sato a nice showing of her ass.

"If my parents weren't visible from here, I would've smacked that tight ass of yours," she says lowly as climbs into the driver's seat, but is much too close to the steering wheel and her knees are in her lap. She fights with the car to adjust it back to an appropriate distance from the wheel. "Damn it, Korra! Why's the seat so close to the wheel? You're not that short! Do you know how dangerous that is?"

"Thanks, Mom. I think you're just freakishly tall." Korra leans over to her ear and whispers, "But I'd love to climb you like a tree and take a seat right on your highest branch after all that work." She nibbles a little on her earlobe, drawing a little moan out of her.

She gets comfortable back in the passenger seat and is victim to a dirty look. She shrugs and motions for her to continue on with her plans. The way one side of her lips curl up scares Korra.

Asami stares Korra down. Blindly, she reaches to shift into drive, presses the gas and begins driving at a speed that must be illegal. Thankfully, she turns her attention back to the track, but it does nothing to slow down Korra's heartbeat or calm her nerves.

"Holy shit, Sato! Slow down!" Korra screams and clutches the seat beneath her as she turns the corner. Through the many times she's received a ride from Sato, she has learned that she likes to drive faster than the average person. This, however, is just ridiculous. Surely, this is how I die, isn't it?

"What? Can't take the speed, baby?"

Asami teases Korra the whole time. After the fourth or fifth lap going who knows how fast, she begins to laugh and admire the beauty that Sato is in her element. Sato looks out of the corner of her eye, smirks, and sends a wink her way. She then joins Korra in laughter, but doesn't let up on the gas. If anything, she speeds up faster, the engine purring in the enclosed space and at the mercy of her controls.

Over the last several weeks, she has learned who Asami Sato really is. The Internet does not do her justice at all. Sure, it knows her birthday, her height, her educational background, her upbringing, and even her cup size though Korra finds that peculiar since she's not a model though she could definitely pass for one.

The Internet does not know the truly important things about Asami Sato.

She hates octopus with a passion. She loves chocolate tart with vanilla ice cream. She loves spring the most. She's kind and compassionate to everyone around her even when they're drunk and one punches her over lychee juice. She has a cute little mole on her left side and on the side of her left index finger. When she blushes, it crawls down the sides of her neck, but it's often covered up by her hair. When she speaks about her engineering projects, her face lights up like a firework display even when her audience does not have an engineering background and is completely clueless. And most importantly, the Internet does not have the privilege of watching Asami letting her voluminous waves free and enjoying life with no worries in the world.

But Korra does, and it's a magnificent, once in a lifetime sight.

"You good over there, Waters?"

Korra grins, content and wishing they didn't have to leave the vehicle, but she's pulling back to where they began. "Never better, Sato."

She seamlessly shifts into park and cuts the engine. Before she can do anything else, Korra unbuckles and leans over, bringing their lips together in a sexually charged kiss. Korra's still working on gaining the upper-hand, but since that drunken night, some of her everyday head-strong attitude has begun to make its presence known more often. Asami still pushes back and always come out on top unless she wants to be submissive. Give me a few more months. I'll equalize this relationship and teach her a few things.

This moment in time seems to be one of those instances of submission. Asami's hands remain in her lap, but Korra's tangle in black hair, tugging slightly and a soft moan fills the space. Korra can taste the vanilla bean, her addiction, but needs more, a stronger hit.

She probes the entrance of those sweet red lips, but Sato whines a denial in her throat.

"Let me in," she almost growls and tries again. Asami giggles and frustrates Korra more. "I need my vanilla bean fix. I wanna taste. Stop being bratty."

"Not bratty," she mumbles through their kisses. "Being smart."

A casual knock on the passenger side window helps her understand that statement. Fuck, I forgot her parents were watching us! Surprised and embarrassed at being caught red handed, she shoots back from Asami, but knocks her head upside the roof and curses. Asami laughs and she glares at her with her burning face.

"You brat!

"Time and a place, sweetheart. Will you ever learn?" Asami exits the car with a hair flip and walks around the front of the car before she can counter.

Korra opens her door and comes face to face with Hiroshi and Yasuko. Pai Sho faces on, she gulps.

"Hiroshi, Yasuko." She smiles and nods at both of them. There's no way they didn't see it was me who came on to Asami.

"My wife and I would appreciate it if you girls wouldn't violate the interior of any of our personal vehicles." Korra's face gets impossibly hotter. She covers her face and looks away. "Asami, stop teasing poor Korra after your little show off." Hahaha! Serves her right!

"I learned from the best, Daddy." And now she's using the 'I'm your only child and I'm calling you Daddy to get what I want' card with that higher pitched voice.

"She's got you there, sweetie."

"Hmm…and I wonder where she got the excessive flirty teasing trait from, honey?" Asami clears her throat and brings her parents back to reality. "Well, Korra, I think my daughter has failed to be a good teacher for you." On the contrary, Hiroshi, she's been a very good professor.

"I'm just a terrible driver," she laughs and stuffs her hands in her pockets, kicking some nonexistent debris up from the ground. "My dad's tried to teach me how to drive, change a tire, change the oil, and jumpstart the battery. None of its stuck. I don't even have a permit that's how bad I am."

Hiroshi's jaw drops at this revelation. He grabs the keys out of Asami's hands, pops his head in on the driver's side and pops the hood. "No man or woman my daughter dates is not going to know any of the stuff you just mentioned. Come here, we'll start with the oil. Asami, you stand back and don't distract us with the looks your gorgeous mother gave you."

Korra raises her eyebrows, asking if she should comply. She shrugs and rolls her head towards her father. Seeing no harm in entertaining Hiroshi's farfetched plan that he can teach her a thing or two when her own father and Asami have yet to be successful, she walks over and leans down to get a closer look at everything he's pointing out and explaining.

Asami and Yasuko take in the scene several feet away.

"I think your father's replacing you, baby."

"He just misses teaching me about automobiles like I'm a little girl still." Asami's heart flutters seeing her father act like he's a kid in the candy shop. Based on Korra's puzzled expression, his attempt isn't going well in her brain, but at least she's trying and her dad's having a good time. That's the truly important thing for her.

Yasuko comes up to Asami and places a hand on her shoulder, drawing her attention away from them. "I know your father and I were a little confounded and caught off guard when you told us you were bisexual all those years ago, but we're both really happy you and Korra are doing really well this early on in your relationship. If you're truly happy, that's all that truly matters for us."

"We are. I am." Asami's breaks out in yet another shit eating grin. It's a mystery how her face hasn't been split in half from how much she's done in the last hour. "And as a bonus for you two, I'm warming up to Opal and Kuvira even after she punched me just for touching and drinking her lychee juice. The Sato and Beifong bond will live on and prosper, but it's not like it was ending anyway. Does he forget about my connections with Jr. and the twins?"

"Your father's filling your head with garbage." Yasuko sighs loudly. She places a hand against her daughter's left cheek, stroking the discolored skin below her eye. "I know a lot of pressure has been put on your head because you're female and also the only Sato of the upcoming generation since your father and I couldn't give you a sibling or two. I know the old bitties and geezers will give you a hard time if you and Korra enter a long-term relationship. If and/or when you're ready to express your sexual orientation, your father and I will have your back as well as the Beifongs."

Asami snorts and crosses her arms. "Bitties and geezers, Mom? Really? Your age is showing."

Yasuko lightly smacks her shoulder. "Out of all of that, that's what you focus on?"

She shrugs and continues admiring Korra's backside. She may have her parka and loose pants on, but she knows the power that lies beneath. "They see me at a disadvantage. I see it as a challenge to triumphant over and prove all of them wrong. My sexual orientation has no bearing on my work performance or their lives so they can fuck themselves."

Yasuko frowns. "Language, dear."

"Ma, I've always been like this."

"But not such vulgarity about them in conversation with your father or me."

Asami laughs under her breath. "I think that's pretty mild to some of the things I've heard come out of Kuvira's mouth." Watching Korra, a plan already begins forming in her head about the future. "Maybe the next generation can change a few things and get us out of the archaic ways as we take power and prominence. A century has passed, and the world has experienced massive change. People need to understand that. Change is scary, but without change, we'll always be stuck in the 1920's before great-grandad Hiroshi even invented the Satomobile."

"Ow! Fuck!" Korra shouts and sucks her pointer finger into her mouth like a toddler.

Yasuko side eyes her daughter with a teasing glint in her gold eyes. "Gonna go kiss your girlfriend's boo-boo like I kiss your father's?"

"Ma!" She covers her face with her hands, thoroughly embarrassed by both of her parents enough for one day.

Posted: January 11, 2021