Asami had to admit this wasn't how she imagined post coital bliss, mere inches away from ho-ho's and Funyuns. Still, it was hard to deny, cocooned in Korra's arms and straddling her lap on the cool tile of the pantry.
"I think we should get to bed," Korra whispered regretfully, as Asami's grip on her hair angled her neck so she could bite beneath her jaw. "And hide the evidence,"
She toed the crushed bag of crackers by her leg and noted many other damaged produce that had crossed their path.
"Say that again when you're not inside me," the heiress cooed and twitched when her best friend's fingers slipped out, sliding and teasing back the seam of her panties.
"Hey!" she protested pulling back to which Korra responded with a kiss.
"Don't be Greedy." Korra chided as her lips strayed. "At some point someone is going to want a midnight snack and then what?"
"I mean I know we haven't discussed all the terms of this relationship yet but threeway?"
"The only other people here are in couples." Korra pointed out.
"You want a fourway? Jeez Korra."
Korra jostled her on her lap in mock frustration, until Asami gripped her shoulders and claimed her last kiss in the cupboard. Biting and teasing, but ultimately relenting to Korra's wishes.
They stood, legs weak from being bent and bowed in awkward positions in this small space. Korra's hands hovered as Asami clambered back into her shorts and pulled her shirt back over head. The Ice sculptor put on only her underwear and shirt and clutched the remainder of her clothes in her fist. She opened the door to the outside world.
Lips pursed.
Back tense.
internally stuffing her feelings into a little black box that she was sure she could refer to later after this inevitable plane crash.
She felt a trickle of skin contact on her palm as she walked, and gently, so as not to spook her, Asami was slotting her fingers between hers. Korra slowed to a halt, and watched as Asami nervously tucked her hair behind her ear and met her gaze slowly. Now at the stairs she took the first step, only to turn back and press a close lipped kiss to her mouth.
The heiress took the affection pouring into her, and rose her hands to cup Korra's cheek, as delicately as though a bird was nestled there. These wordless encounters were racking up, Korra thought, as their foreheads pressed together and eyes shut. The thought drifted as the silence of the night encompassed them, until only the ambient of waves outside tumbled over them as though they were afloat underneath.
The ice sculptor gently pulled back, and by the hand, led her up the stair case. It was then Asami's eyes scattered over the photographs decorating every inch of the wall, she found the Korra's first, and spied a Kuvira or two, and then Kya and Kana, their decades together around the world. She noted how they'd aged and differed through time, and yet the warmth, the personalities, the kindness remained utterly unchanged.
The bubble the two had found themselves in burst when they entered the room, once, twice their sanctuary, now invaded by their friends sprawled in the bed Korra kept forgetting to sleep in.
This time she lifted the covers and waited for Asami to slip in first before curling up beside her. The heiress instinctively tucked her nose into Korra's neck, inhaling and twisting her body into hers as her fingers broke the clothing barrier and traced paths along her spine.
A snore rang out from the other bed and pair tensed, suddenly, realising their mistake.
"We can't-"
"It's too obvious-" they whispered simultaneously. Asami went about the sad business of prying her hands from Korra's warm and welcoming body, Korra twisted so she was no longer facing her. Gripping the pillow in an effort to keep her hands to herself.
Asami turned too, eyes wide open as she thought about the night she was about to have without Korra against her. Which made it all the more confusing when Korra's ankle hooked back over hers.
"Korra?"
"Shh,"
The heiress smiled into her pillow, gripping the seams as she grinned, toes rubbing the back of Korra's ankle.
Sleep-Korra was an insidious traitor, Barely-Awake-Korra thought, already feeling her chest and hips aligned with Asami's side, her cheek atop her breast and long fingers knotted in her hair.
It was impossible to pull herself away at that moment, as though propping herself up on her forearms came with the added weight of another human being on top of her.
Korra found herself watching Asami as she slept none the wiser, limp hand still gracing Korra's neck. She felt the pull, to lie back down and bury her face into her neck, the possessive part wanting to clutch her against her and never let go. Asami's expressions shifted, eye brows creasing and lips pulling down at the corners, and instantly Korra's fingers were at her temple tracing down, guiding her features into a calmer visage. Her thumb hovered over her lips, and couldn't help be gripped by the fantasies of kissing her awake, gentle and coaxing.
What am I doing?
It was then Korra remembered herself, braving a look over at the bed beside theirs, and her stomach dropped at the sight of it being empty.
Have they seen? Do they know? Are they telling everyone?
She jolted at the touch of Asami's hand on her jaw, turning her back to look at her jade smiled up at her, tousled and perfect and certain of what she was about to do.
"Morning cutie." Leaning up to press pale lips to a dark cheek.
Korra had an errant thought about whether or not Asami had ever said this to her ex, but as she pulled away, Korra hated the distance.
Fuck it. She turned her head to kiss her, hard.
Asami had a remarkable talent for just going with it. Cupping her jaw and shifting her hips directly under Korra. When they were sparring partners, Korra remembered as Asami nibbled her lip, she also had an impressive affinity for great legwork in the floor holds. She could entangle, entrap and envelope an opponent without a hope of escape with her long shapely legs.
Korra was sure she did it on purpose, placing her thigh just so, forcing Korra to lose her thoughts and reach up for the hand gripping the headboard, instead trading it for her own fingers knotting into the pillow.
Asami's heavy breathing skipped as Korra returned the favour, pressing her knee in the apex of her thighs, and biting her neck in response.
"No hickies," Asami warned breathlessly, biting her lip as Korra kissed the spot softly in apology. She moved down, still clutching her hand in her descent, the free one pushing up her shirt and lips finding home on her nipple there. Asami's fingers carded through her hair and clutched her there, trying to keep the one brain cell active acutely aware of the door. That braincell about exploded when Korra's fingers teamed into her shorts once again, making short work of her underwear, soaking, and slipping them to one side.
Three unexpected things happened next.
"Korra!"
The door exploded open, accompanied by the voices of three happy children, and Asami threw the Ice Sculptor from the bed.
They hadn't noticed, Asami surmised as they jumped on Korra in the valley between the twin beds, and she sat up to watch the scene. Three children of sequential age knocking the Ice sculptor once again on her back with out a hope of recovery, greeting and cajoling and telling stories the older woman had missed since their last meeting.
"Guys give her room to breathe!" Kya laughed leaning on the door frame smiling as the children ignored her, instead sharing a look with the heiress, lips spongey and clothes being tugged to rights. The older woman's expression dropped when she saw her, and looked back at Korra who was red at the ears. Asami's eyes went wide, and her heart went into overdrive.
"Korra do you want to go swimming with us?"
"Can you teach me how to surf Korra?"
"Look what I found in my ear!"
The children grilled her, and with the kicking and landing she's just received, that and her mind doing a 180 in the last thirty seconds; Korra found it all overwhelming.
"God Asami I think my stomach has an imprint of your foot" Korra winced, blushing confused, but now free of six little arms she rubbed her stomach and had the where with all finally to hug her psuedo-siblings.
"I-I used my shin actually,"
"Why were you sharing a bed?" a small sharp question made them both stiffen, "Are you like Kya and aunt Kana?"
"No- Ikki, we-" Korra stumbled, "Our friends were in the other bed last night, Asami and I are such good friends," She made the mistake at looking into Kya's knowing eyes, as she said that, "We thought it'd be easier if we just shared." she nodded satisfied with her lie.
"So this is Asami who works a lot with the annoying boyfriend?"
Korra's face changed in a thunderstorm of embarrassed emotions.
"Fiancé," Jinora corrected falsely.
"Ex," Asami rectified, tucking her hair behind her ears and looking away from Kya's admonishment, instead looking at her lover on the floor, only to be distracted by the boy staring at her in her arms.
"So the pretty lady is single," he said to her, eyes glittering.
"I…needed some me time." Asami said to him, unsure of A why and B how to speak to small humans.
"Come on guys, let's go see if Bolin needs help with breakfast." Kya beckoned across the already open door.
"I will wait for you beautiful lady!" Meelo called back blowing a snotty kiss her way as he sashayed away. Asami marvelled at how he was at once, charming, confusing, slimy and light on his feet.
When they were out of earshot, Kya's eyes flicked to them both before clearing their throats.
"Do either of you have any idea what happened to my bags of Funyuns or the crackers, or the what might have squashed the bread in the pantry last night?"
The silence was telling, both girls locked in place and in eye contact with her as she inspected them.
"Party people right?" Korra lied, after too long, and badly.
"Must've snuck in," Asami attempted to support her, "and…squashed your bread."
"Hmm," the older woman considered their offering, "animals," she shrugged, turning away and finally letting the door close.
Korra let out the breath she'd been holding.
"Do you think she bought that?" Asami asked as she crawled back to her sit on the bed.
"Not a chance." Korra rubbed her face, "Her gaydar is pretty legendary."
Asami pulled the hair out of Korra's eyes from behind her and kissed the back of her neck before hugging her from behind.
"It's safe if she knows isn't it? She's not going to tell Iroh…I get the feeling she, or definitely Kana, want there to be an us."
Korra shrugged.
"I'm still not sure I want them to know just yet."
She let the statement hang there, but held on tightly to the hand Asami had given her in her embrace.
"I've not actually brought anyone home to them," she admitted.
"Not even Mako?"
"Especially not Mako, we couldn't stop arguing long enough…"
"Well…I'm honoured to get this close." Asami kissed her neck again, and despite everything Korra found her smile. Asami noted the dimples there, and as she watched saw patches of peace bleeding through her visage. Beneath her hands and under her gaze she knew, Korra was breathing again.
"I do want to though." Korra whispered, thumb tracing an arch over Asami's wrist. "Just not yet."
"So one day they can walk in on us fucking and say oh this is normal."
"That's not what I- Oh god that just happened."
"It's ok I kicked you before they saw anything."
"That hurt! I think I'm going to bruise." Korra bent over the pain to lessen it, but before she could make a drama out of it Asami was on her knees in front of her lifting her shirt. She kissed the red spot over her abs and when she pulled back looked up at Korra.
Korra's mouth went dry at the sight of it, at her touch tickling her abs, at the lips just out of reach.
"I'm sorry," Asami told her, leaning in to brush her lips over hers softly. Suddenly, to their detriment, it felt like no time had passed, and urgently Korra reeled back. Aware that a greater population of people who knew them and were awake could possibly hear them and come knocking.
"I think…I need a swim, I'll swim with the kids."
"Right," Asami swallowed, "A shower. I'll take a shower."
"We shouldn't…" Korra stopped and smiled despite herself, "we should not, take it together."
"No,"
There was a moment where Asami nails scraped against her bare skin, and Korra's grip on her arms tightened, as the pair shared a fantasy of Korra fucking her raw against tile, both legs wrapped entirely over her firm hips and mouth against nibbling under her jaw and under a stream.
Asami wondered if there was a radio to block the sounds she would make.
"A cold shower." she affirmed standing, blushing, knowing there was no way they could get away with it.
"Yeah," Korra breathed, head spinning, "That should work." She barely felt Asami kiss her forehead before she bolted for the en suite.
"Swimming." Korra said to herself.
Swimming became a full blown surf demonstration. The kids insisted, and Korra armed with the suit and shorts Asami had packed for her, blew the dust off her old skills.
She was glad when she bailed for the first time that Asami was inside, showering, naked, wet, without her. She bailed a second time.
"Get it together Korra!" Jinora yelled at her from the shore.
"Be the leaf!" Meelo yelled back.
Korra lay back on the board before the tide, calming herself. She looked up at the endless sky, elevated, content with the knowledge that she had kissed and been kissed and by one, Asami Sato. Much had changed since the last time she surfed, since the last time she swam, and the tiny optimistic part of her was singing because of it.
Listening to the waves, the gentle breeze and warming her face against the sun, she let the emotions settle and become grounded. Laying on her stomach, paddling with her hands, the current slipped from beneath her, and she was on her feet and riding the arc as it grew and shoved her, trying to tip her. She let her fingers skim the wall as she sliced through it.
"Go Korra!" the voice jolted her, but she regained control, daring a look at Asami rooting for her beside Opal back on the sand.
Her hair was wet, and smile big, and before she knew it Korra was honing in on it, and right in front of her wading back with the board yanking after her via ankle string.
She knew what couldn't happen, she couldn't run up to her like she wanted to, take her in her arms and kiss her with vigour and victory. Instead when she was free of the board she ran her fingers through her hair self consciously, and held the back of her neck as she walked up to the two girls.
"What'd you think?"
"Amazing." Opal gushed.
"Impressive," Asami added, questioning every syllable before she uttered them, analysing the difference between speaking as a best friend, and well, something more. "I would love a lesson sometime." something more, that was something more. She berated herself, "You might have to hold me for the first time though." What the hell are you doing?
Korra's eyes widened and her ears shone red.
"I- yes that would be agreeable yeah. I mean it's your honeymoon." she swallowed the sand jammed down her throat (metaphorically speaking, not from the wipeouts), "How did you sleep?"
"You should know you were there."
Asami couldn't find a rhythm with her that wasn't knee-jerk flirting.
"Yeah I didn't know Korra was such a hugger," Opal noted nonchalantly.
"Oh yeah, I just grab," Korra flexed her arms and hugged the air to make her point, "Asami was just the nearest cuddliest pillow."
"You guys make such a cute pair of cuddle bunnies." Opal teased, bumping Asami's hip.
"Yeah well, we'll have our beds back soon so - won't happen again. Asami - sorry I glommed into - onto you like that."
"Don't worry about it." Asami regarded her softly, hugging herself to refrain from all the touching she wanted to be doing.
Opal's eyes flicked between the two of them, words formulating carefully in her mind.
"Would have thought you'd be hugging the fridge in a place like this."
"I get used to stuff like this." Korra shrugged, "It's like my body knows what to do."
"I'll say." Asami muttered to herself and again Korra tensed and stared at her in shock, but somehow she still couldn't help a smile tugging at her lips.
"Yeah, well," Korra trailed off, "I better get dry for breakfast."
She saluted them, and face dropped, eyes screaming why did I just do that silently before she walked off.
Asami watched her go, it seemed innocent enough, before she turned her neck back to see Opal staring at her with wide eyes.
"Bolin snores you know," she began, "Wakes me up with a big one every now and then."
"Really? I got none of that…must've been the distance."
"It's funny I woke up and you weren't there, a few times I woke up and you weren't there, which is weird because, you went to bed first." Opal squinted at her, tapping her lips with her fingers as she watched Asami's face freeze.
"That is funny." Asami felt her circling the truth, and she wasn't used to lying to this particular person.
"And suddenly you guys were there on opposite sides of the bed."
"Those beds are big, Korra and I had a tonne of space."
"I saw Korra's ankle rubbing up on yours last night. Under the sheets."
"It was?" Asami felt her heart stop but concentrated on letting none of it show, "We must not have been awake."
"And this morning," Opal began, "Her cheek was atop your-"
"She's just huggy, in her sleep you heard her."
"I'm just saying you guys were awake together in the middle of the night for a long time."
"And?" Asami burst out, yet in a fierce whisper, "We shared a bed, we were talking. We're close, we've gotten closer, she's been comforting me - It just happened." wait shit no, that's what people having affairs say!
"You're sleeping with her!" Opal sneered in a whisper.
"Shh, no. Shut up." Asami physically covered her mouth, "You don't know what you're asking me to admit okay? I need you to promise to keep this to yourself."
Opal batted her hand away and whisper yelled.
"Of course! Iroh will freak! But I'm so happy for you guys I'm so happy for Korra! She is totally in-"
"I know but you can't say anything to her. She is so skittish and scared this'll end badly and I can't- don't you understand, I have to keep us in this bubble."
"Why were you torturing her back there with all that flirting?"
"I don't know, it started when we got here I discovered all this attraction for her because I was feeling again and it's like I can't stop-"
"Why? Have the flood gates opened?" Opal grinned at her own joke and Asami covered her face.
"Hey," Opal grabbed Asami by her wrists and parted her hands so she could look at her, "Korra has wanted this for a long time, and believe it or not, I've thought you two were good for each other for as long."
"Really?"
"Yeah…but you can't tell your boss she's missing out on something great when she's engaged."
"What about your friend?"
Opal hugged her, sealing her arms against her sides at her elbows and making it hard for the heiress to hug back.
"B-B-B-B-B-BREAKFAST is ready!" Bolin yelled from the house, adorned in a makeshift newspaper chef hat and still clutching a frying pan.
"Does Kya mind him taking over like this?" Asami asked.
"She offered him a job at the bar as Chief Griller."
"Oh."
"He said he'd think about it." Opal shrugged, "Living in paradise can't be bad either."
"It's actually been incredible for us."
"Aw," Opal cooed, wrapping her arm behind Asami's back and guiding her toward the house.
"You have to tell me everything."
"In an undisclosed location…maybe." Asami smiled, chest fluttering and for once not with dread.
After a Vegas style breakfast buffet lounging on the beach seemed like the only answer for the crew.
Opal had informed Mako of their location and once his brother had gotten off the line after describing what a wonderful time they'd had on the first day he was in a cab on his way.
Bolin was acting as sea monster to the kids in the shallow, covering himself in seaweed and roaring after them, careful not to lose is weed wig.
Korra and Asami lay on their fronts on towels, feeling the sun warm them. Korra couldn't help but let her eyes drag up every inch of the heiress as they lay side by side. Asami burrowed her hand in the sand, and waited for Korra to meet hers underneath.
Korra bit her lip as she watched the sand dip and shift in valleys around their buried hands, before meeting Asami's gaze.
It almost felt normal.
"I'd kiss you right now if I could." Asami whispered gently to her in the sun, thumb tracing hers in the dark.
"I'd kiss back." Korra told her, hooking her thumb back and locking it against her.
"Surf lessons! Surf lessons!" Meelo skidded over to both of them, in the flurry of sand and boy they snatched their hands away and prayed no one noticed. "You promised!"
"I don't remember promising but sure." Korra stood dusting off sand that was already clinging to her and in everything.
"Can you teach me too?" Asami asked, gingerly swiping her hair behind her ears, before looking to Meelo, "After you of course."
He bowed at her in thanks before taking Korra's hand and yanking her in the direction on the ocean. Korra pulled a face and shrugged back at Asami who found her laugh once again. She watched her pick him up with one arm and throw him over her shoulder, and pick up a board on the other. Bless those back muscles. Asami thought, shameless ogling.
When they were in the shallows she balanced him in front of her, and then they were off until they were two figures in the distance.
Asami sat there hugging her knees watching, safe and alone until Jinora and Ikki sat beside her, tying hibiscus flowers into crowns.
"Here I'll show you." Ikki split the stems and twirled them together at a lightning speed, entirely focused until Meelo returned dripping and shivering from the sea.
"Y-y-your t-t-turn," he shook himself like a dog and his sisters only watched him like they had both expected and accepted it was going to happen.
Ikki dropped her creation and ran to Korra, Meelo picked it up, only partially focusing until giving up entirely to stare at Asami.
"Don't do that Meelo." Jinora shoved his head. She looked at Asami apologetically, "I'm sorry to hear about what your ex did to you. That must have been awful."
"He knew something I didn't," Asami looked to Korra on the shore, kicking off with Ikki on board, "I know it now though."
"Korra didn't like him." Jinora added. When Asami looked her, she was wearing her crown, and had her nose in a dog eared romance novel.
"Didn't she now?" Asami probed, knowing the reason why, still she was curious to how much exactly Korra had revealed to her family.
"She said he was obnoxious, and dense, and too handsome, but he made you feel safe. That's why she never said anything."
That and one other reason. Asami thought to herself.
"There's a lot your friends don't seen in a relationship. It limits their ability to help you. Even when you can't see it."
"What couldn't you see?"
Asami thought for a moment, how to explain this to a twelve year old, and said.
"We spent so long next to each other we didn't realise we weren't puzzle pieces that fit."
The teenager became curious, finally looking over her book to ask her.
"How will you know when you are?"
"You won't have to convince yourselves you're right, it'll just…fit."
Korra came over with Ikki, tucked up in a towel around her shoulders, grinning wide.
"Jinora, you ready to carve it up?"
"Oh maybe later, this is the part of the book where the hero jumps into the volcano - it's so romantic,"
"Oh…kay. Guess it's you and me Sam's, you ready?"
"Wait," Asami made some adjustments to her crown and placed it on Korra, who tensed, only to unclench as Asami ran her hand down the length of her soaked arm. "I wish I had a camera."
"Mom has one!" Meelo hopped up and bolted for the house.
"I wanna make the wall," Asami explained, "And blue really is your colour." she nudged her, slinging her arm across her back as Meelo held the camera high enough to get them in shot.
"I need height!" he demanded and Ikki crawled between his legs and lifted him on her shoulders, "Perfect!" he snapped the shot, "Can you pose better for me than that Korra? You're all stiff."
"Here," Asami said, turning to kiss her cheek. Korra smiled, her laugh bubbling up as her body melted into Asami, also laughing against her. Meelo snapped the shot, and Asami made a mental note to steal it at the earliest convenience as it slid from the mouth of the camera.
Korra put distance between them as they walked to the shore, letting go of Asami's hand finger by finger.
"You're cutting it kind of close don't you think?"
"I wanted a good picture of us," Asami shrugged, "Is that a crime?"
"It may be used as evidence," Korra mused as they waded. Asami took her hand back, as they walked, hiding it under the waves.
"Okay get on." Korra rapped on the board, and Asami did as she was told, "on your knees." Korra got on behind her and started to paddle them forward.
She took them about forty metres in, and turned them to face the beach.
"Now we wait." Korra told her, "Shouldn't be long,"
They swayed in the gentle wobble of the sea beneath them.
"Then what?"
"When the wave starts we'll paddle with it, and then stand up, now we have to do it at the same time or we'll bail, and then we just, surf,"
"That easy huh?"
"For me anyway." Korra shrugged. Asami looked back at her over her shoulder, calculating just how easy it would be to lean back and kiss her, taking into account yaw and torque and the physics of water sports she knew next to nothing about. "What?"
"Does this far out to sea count as a closed door?" Asami wondered aloud.
"I'd like to see you try." Korra laughed. "Eyes front." she ordered, and with an eye roll Asami obeyed.
After a few seconds of consideration, Korra leant forward, and traced her lips over the back of her neck. Asami jolted and they nearly went in.
"Korra!"
"Just proving a point."
Yeah maybe we should go in. Asami thought to herself.
Suddenly she felt Korra's hand warming her thigh.
"Korra?" she breathed.
"It's time - paddle!"
Asami obeyed, it all happened so quickly, Korra was a great teacher, because she guided her up and they were in the curl in no time at all.
Korra took her by her waist and had her back pressed into her front as they carved the great sweep of wave. They were in the barrel, and Asami couldn't help but grip Korra's forearm in fear and exhilaration. It felt like flying.
All of a sudden, her breath left her as she toppled and Korra after her. She was caught by her when they were submerged, and sputtering brought to the surface.
"Are you okay?" Korra yelled, holding her steady.
"Korra that was amazing!" she threw her arms around her neck and held her tight, "Thank you I-" Asami wanted to do two things she knew she shouldn't - kiss her in public and say I love you. She froze at the prospect of it.
"Hold your breath here's another one." Korra told her and prepared she swam deeper down taking Korra with her. She rounded on her in the blue, tangling their legs and pulling her close, aiming a kiss on her lips. Heart pounding, breaths held, Korra angled her head to deepen it in the quiet privacy underwater.
They had to return to reality, and the shore, else they'd drown.
The end was in sight, and Asami swore on the beach she spied the spectre of her ex on the shore.
"Is that?"
"Oh fuck," Korra uttered, hand over her mouth, as though hiding the kiss she'd just received there.
"Asami! Please!"
Iroh bolted towards them, and Asami tensed herself ready for the full force of it all, only Korra stepped between them.
"Haven't you done enough to hurt her?" Korra spat, and Asami watched speechless as he sputtered and attempted to reel in his rage.
"I'm only asking for a second chance, Asami please, three years,"
"You threw them away," Asami pointed accusingly at him, "You left me,"
"And I'm saying I made a mistake."
"It wasn't," Asami told him, "It was my wake up call."
"Asami-,"
"Just go!" Korra snapped.
"And who are you all of a sudden?" Iroh got in Korra's space, suddenly Korra used the back of her hands and pushed into his chest. He wasn't prepared for the force and he landed on his ass in the sand.
"I'm the one fighting for her now," Korra told him calmly.
"Did she tell you what she said to me over the phone?"
The girls shared a look, and Asami gripped Korra's forearm, fingers just edging into her palm.
"She didn't tell you where I was Iroh," Asami stepped past Korra, and crouched to his level.
"Asami-?" Korra warned, not believing what she was hearing. Not expecting the morning to end like this.
"I was in the shower…waiting for her."
Korra noted how it took him a few seconds to get it, and then his whole demeanour shifted.
"You're a lesbian?" Korra wondered if some part of him liked that, "How could you do this to me?"
"To you!"
"We just broke up!"
"Did we? Is that what you did in that cowardly letter telling me you never loved me,"
"I was wrong - I see that now, I didn't know what I had I couldn't, I wasn't in touch with my inner self." he stood, snatching her hands, "I still want you Asami, we can make this right. Make it better,"
Asami stared at him, puzzling over why she was ever with this man in the first place. Suddenly strong arms were hooking up under Iroh's neck and arm pit, and Mako had him in a choke hold.
He struggled and twisted, but Mako - was a cop! And dragging him back towards the side of the house.
"I leave you guys for one week and this is what happens!" Mako muttered.
Asami stared at him as he was dragged and struggled, suddenly the General managed to punch Mako in the nose, and slip free only to have Bolin leap onto his back. Iroh flipped him and advanced, again Korra stepped between him and his ex fiancee.
"You going to hit a girl?" Korra snapped, and he looked both torn and furious at her. Hate slurs teeming on his lips.
Instead he found a sort of calm, and looked over Korra's shoulder to Asami.
"If you loved her you would have been with her a long time ago - I am the one you chose, you can go all over this island and I'll find you and I'll never stop trying to win you back. So I suggest you come home with me. Now."
"Last chance?" Asami asked, hopeful and he softened.
"I'm better now Asami." he stepped back, "You love me, I can see it. You owe me a second chance. For better or worse. I'll wait for you."
Asami's throat locked when she heard the last few words. Mainly with rage, but there was some regret, agony and utter shame mixed in there.
"Go."