And we were never alive and we won't be born again
But I'll never survive with dead memories in my heart
Dead memories in my heart

~ Slipknot

'That was amazing,' Panted Korra after their nightly activities. Both women were Naked, with Korra being enwrapped by Asami, stroked Korra's hair. 'We should do that again, like right now.'

'I know,' Chuckled Asami. 'You were awesome.'

'I'm a sex-spirit, the most powerful of all the spirits.' Joked Korra. 'You weren't bad yourself.'

'I really like you,' She ran her hand through brown hair, never one for physical touch until Korra. 'You're just so freaking perfect.'

'I am?' Korra asked. 'Have you've seen yourself?'

'I have, actually.' Teased Asami, kissing Korra's cheek lightly.

'You're beautiful, 'Sami.' Korra looked up at her. 'Not just that, but smart and funny as well. And the biggest dork in the universe.'

'I think you deserve that title.' Laughed Asami.

'I'm serious 'Sami,' Korra turned to face her properly. 'I don't know why you needed the site; you should be on top of everyone's list.'

'I just never had the time, nor have I met the right person.' Asami said.

'I would have tried,' Korra said honestly. 'Failed but tried.'

'Korra…' Asami startled, not sure how to continue. 'I can't do this anymore.'

'What?' A pained expression struck the tanned woman's face. 'Why?'

'I…' Asami stopped, every word going against what her head told her, finally letting her heart decide, but Korra was quicker.

'Is it me, have I done something?' Korra asked in a panicked voice. 'Am I not good enough and have you found someone new on the site?'

'Korra,' Asami chuckled slightly as Korra was adorable to her. 'Breath with me. I can't do this anymore because I'm… I'm… I'm madly in love with you.'

'You are?' Asked the smaller woman. 'Why?'

'So many reasons, all of them being you.' Asami said. 'I can't pay you anymore, I can't take any more pain.'

'But what about our arrangement?' Korra asked. 'The money?'

'I want to spoil you because you want to be with me.' Asami said, nervous beyond all measure. 'Not because I pay you.'

'Asami,' Korra said, her expression unreadable for the heiress. 'I don't know.'

'I'm older than you, I know that.' Asami's green eyes bored into Korra. 'But I don't care about that, Korra. I want you, not just for sex, but I want to be with you, date you.'

'Sami-.'

'Please, Korra.' Asami said, cupping Korra's hands. 'Do you want to be with me?'

'I… can't.' Korra said, with a pained glance in her eyes. 'Sorry.'

'I don't believe it.' She said in a broken voice, tears started to fill her eyes, had she misread their connection? 'Can you honestly say that this was just about money for you?'

'Sami…' Korra's eyes were filled with tears as well.

'Answer me, Korra.' Asami said, somewhat angrily.

'It was just about the money.' Korra looked at her own hands, just when Asami pulled hers back.

'I think you should leave.' Asami told her in the most emotionless voice she had ever heard, she stood up and walked towards her dresser. As she put on a robe, she typed something on her phone. 'I've ordered you a cab, they'll take you home. Kuvira will have to take you up the stairs but so be it. Expect your last payment this weekend and I don't want to see you ever again.'

'Sami…' Korra pleaded.

'I'm going to go.' Asami told her, still in the same monotone voice. 'You can see yourself out.'

'Asami wait.' Korra said, struggling to get up in the post-coital bliss still rushing through her.

'This is yours.' Asami threw a parcel at her head and left the room. Leaving Korra behind in her own bedroom with a framed picture they had taken on a date with Naga.

She walked out of the door, not caring if she locked it or not. She ran to the oldest car she owned, Yasuko's old car. She drove away into the night in one of her favourite heirlooms of her mother.

'Pumpkin,' Her mother was behind the wheel of her old car, she had driven up to Asami's college. 'You said you wanted to talk to me.'

'Well,' Asami said. 'Yeah, it's just hard.'

'You can tell me anything.' Yasuko said, her soft smile assuring her daughter.

'I'm gay, well… Bi, argh I don't know, I just know that I'm not straight. Fuck this is hard.' She put her head on the dashboard, hiding within her raven hair. When she felt a hand on her back, she lifted her head to watch her mother. 'Girls?'

'Girls?' Yasuko repeated. 'That is how you come out to me?'

'What?'

'I'd expected something bigger,' Her mother laughed. 'At least in a place, I could buy you a rainbow-coloured cake. Or at home, I've been waiting to wear my rainbow sweater. I also got matching hers and hers mugs.'

'You knew?' Asami gaped at her mother.

'I think I knew before you did.' Yasuko smiled. 'Or did you forget you getting married to me as a kid.'

'That happens to every kid.' Asami defended herself.

'In a suit.' Her mother quipped.

'Well…' Asami laughed. 'That's just a stereotype.'

'Well, as your mother I just knew, Pumpkin.' She said with a smile.

'Why didn't you tell me?' Asked Asami. 'All the failed relationships with boys and ruined friendships.'

'It was not me to say,' Yasuko told her, turning off the freeway searching for a parking space. 'You needed to figure it all out yourself, and I needed to wait until you were ready.'

'What about dad?' Asami asked. 'Does he know?'

'No,' Yasuko said, darkly, playing with her watch, trying to hide the bruises on her arm. 'I can't say it would be unexpected if he doesn't take it well, he will want a grandchild and last I heard he tried to set you up with one of the Beifong's sons. But you need to decide whether to tell him.'

'Yeah.' Asami said, watching out over republic city, their parking space on top of a hill, their favourite spot. She laid her head on her mother's shoulder and took her hand. 'Thank you.'

'No problem.' Yasuko kissed her head. 'I just want you to be happy. I want you to Fall in love with the same person every day.'

'Is that what you and dad have?' Asami asked.

'No,' Yasuko told her. 'Maybe we did, but not anymore, I still love him, he gave me you, but some of the magic faded.'

'Do what makes you happy.' Asami said. 'If it is leaving dad, do it.'

'You really think so?'

'I know so.' Asami grinned. 'You can move in with me, my apartment is can fit you.'

'I'll think about it.' Chuckled her mother. 'Don't forget that I love you and that anyone who you choose to love, I'll love as well. If they're good enough for my picky daughter, they're good enough for me.'

The memory faded and Asami was brought back to the place where she came out to her mother, in the same car. In a daze she had driven to her favourite spot in the city, where her mother had taken her the first time when she was six, eating junk food on the hood of the car. She was back on the same hood, overlooking the city as she cried, and cried, and then some more. She really thought Korra might be the one of which her mother would not only approve but would've loved as well.

Apparently, she was not.