Korra hadn't planned on hanging out with that loser for as long as she did. Even though she had made plans, she hadn't thought too much about them. It was silly to think too much about it to begin with, since there was no 'it' and nothing to think about. Clearly, it was just a casual, microwavable dinner, between two adults who just want to get better acquainted. Where was the harm?
Certainly not Mako.
The young woman unlocked the door of her apartment, shopping bags in hand, she closed it with her foot. In all honesty, Korra was glad to have someone new and different in her social life. Someone she could look straight in the eye and not have a crushing weight of guilt hang over her, or pestering ex's who can't take a hint. She smiled at the thought of Asami Sato, being that someone, and that made her feel like she finally turned a page in her book.
"Okay, oven, then shower."
Korra preheated the oven, before grabbing a towel and heading into the bathroom. She checked her reflection, then her teeth, then winked at herself. Seriously? She lifted her shirt up over her head and threw it on the floor, then proceeded with her jeans, boots and socks. She stood back up and checked herself again, her eyes trailing fingers over tanned skin.
There was only one distinct mark on her body. A bullet wound, but an old one, and by the looks of it, a near fatal one.
It was a touchy subject for Korra, something she didn't talk about at all, to anyone. A memory, she was cursed to replay like a broken record, night, after night, after night. Though her nightmares aren't as frequent as they used to be, occasionally she would find herself right back there, at that exact moment in time.
Once she removed her underwear, she stepped under the hot water, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling wash over her. Showers weren't a luxury at Boiling Rock, in fact, you were lucky to get a shower at all. The guards there were super creepy and super jerky. If there was one thing she appreciated, it was fresh, hot water and privacy to indulge.
Of course, time wasn't on her side. No thanks to Tahno and his pack of muts. Muts, being several other girls who were blazed out of their minds, lying around him like they had been touched by a real man for the first time. He does have nice hair though.
Having washed all her hot spots, Korra turned off the tap and jumped out of the shower, wrapping herself in the towel.
I wonder what Sato likes to drink?
Korra wasn't fond of drinking, but rather being drunk. Wine, was totally out of the question. It was in the same category as mornings and coffee.. evil. Beer wasn't on the menu either, because her friends that came around the other day when Mako busted her, had drunk the entire box. Bastards.
I guess water is better for you. It's not like I need alcohol to calm my nerves, ah, 'cause there isn't any.
Elsewhere, Asami was having a complete meltdown. After her conversation with Mako, there was still some questions she wanted cleared up, since she never really got direct answers. This of course lead to over thinking and exaggeration, and what conversations the two of them would have. Would it be personal and full of meaning, or about life in the here and now, or would she ramble on and on about her work and how much of a genius she is.
Yup, Asami was in full panic mode.
It wasn't like some important board meeting or press conference, it was actually worse. It was about meeting someone new, and getting them to like you, even if at first, it's not the real you, but all the best parts..or something.
Asami sighed as she leaned back in her chair. Although they hadn't made an official time, six-thirty seemed reasonable enough. So, here she was, sitting in her car, still parked in the huge garage, surrounded by other 'classics' and nothing to breathe but the smell of oil, rubber, and-
"Miss Sato, enjoy your evening."
Asami almost pissed herself, but smiled warmly over at the head maid.
"Thank you Aaro. I think I will."
She turned the key in the ignition and Aaro pressed the button that lifted the door. Asami took a deep intake of air, before reversing out and down her driveway. When she reached the gates of the Estate, she suddenly thought of something, and a small smile graced her red lips.
"I know I will."
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Korra didn't have to do much dinner wise. That's why she preferred meals with no thought to them, because she was lazy and to her, they tasted better. Then again, growing up, having to eat slop most of your life, you would feel differently too, about home cooking. Plus, she didn't have a mother to learn from, or to teach her old family recipes.
Still, I feel like Asami deserves better... nah.
Maybe it was because she had no people skills, or maybe it was the fact that Asami was a woman. Women are different from Men. Women are emotional, catty and thorough. Men are.. men. There is nothing they can't, or won't do, for a price or thrill, or for women. Wasn't that the ultimate reason? She mentally had to laugh at this, it was just so stupid.
Knock. Knock.
"Finally."
Korra got up from the couch and made her way over to the door. She had been uncaring for most of the day, and even now, her bored expression showed little enthusiasm, but what she saw behind the door, definitely lifted her spirits. Her mouth hung open slightly, eyes almost bulging from their sockets.
Asami didn't know if she should say hi, or to stand there blushing like an idiot. While Korra was clearly checking her out, eyes focused on the prize, she made a mental note of what this younger woman fancied. Okay, maybe she was being cocky, but damn, it's not every day you have someone gawking at you like a piece of meat, unless you are a piece of steak.
"Um, hi." Asami finally managed to say, causing Korra to make eye contact. Those eyes turn me on.
"Hi.. come in," replied Korra as she cleared her throat and stepped aside to let her enter. That's when she got a whiff of jasmine scent, and that's when she felt them. Oh, crap. "Just make yourself comfy and I'll go check on dinner."
"Oh, this is for us to have with dinner." Asami handed Korra a bottle of red wine, "I didn't know if you like wine, but I had to bring something and alcohol is always a favorite..or so I'm told."
"Thanks, I just love wine" Sell out.
Asami just smiled and took off her coat, giving Korra more view of her breasts.
"Be right back." Korra quickly went to the kitchen, smacking herself for having such thoughts so soon. The fuck? First I shamelessly eye fuck her, then lie about my loathe for wine?
"Korra, do you mind if I put on some music?" Asami had called out, while scanning her selection of music.
"N-No, go ahead."
The soft rhythmic beat of some song she had never heard before started playing, then the smell of burning.
"Shit."
"Everything okay in there?"
Korra could hear footsteps approaching, but didn't want to turn around in either direction, even though she was sure Asami could smell the burning dinner.
"Fine, just fine!" calved back Korra, as she crawled on the floor towards the oven. Smoke was seeping through the top of the door. Just then Asami walked around the corner, and was met by an amusing scene. Korra on her hands and knees, oven on fire.
Acting quickly, Asami ran to the oven and pulled out the burning mess with the tee towel. She waved the smoke out of the way and grabbed a glass of water, throwing it atop of the pile. Korra was still on the floor, watching her every move, perhaps out of embarrassment?
"Thanks."
"No problem. Ah, you know you're suppose to take the plastic container out right?"
"Haha, yeah of course, I just was in a hurry and forgot." Well, that was a lie, but Asami seemed to accept it. "How about take out? My shout."
"Sure, and while you order, how about I find us a mover to watch?"
"Sounds like a plan."
An hour later, the two woman were sitting on the couch-bed, watching some thriller that Korra had seen a bunch of times, while stuffing their faces with some authentic Fire cuisine. Asami wasn't really interested in the mover, she had thoughts running through her head and kept stealing glances at the tanned woman beside her. They had hardly spoken to each other, but it wasn't awkward or anything, but rather chilling.
"Korra?"
"Hm, yea?" Korra kept her eyes on the screen, but turned her face towards the older woman as if paying attention.
"Can I ask you something personal?"
Azure eyes, met emerald.
"Sure, what did you wanna know?"
"Mako told me about how you guys met at the compound. He also asked me to give this to you." Asami pulled out the photo from earlier and gave it to the southerner who took it skeptically. "He said you might want it."
Korra looked down at the photo and was hit by acute nostalgia in remembrance.
"I remember this day. Bolin wanted to take a picture of the "krew" he called us." Korra looked back at Asami, tears brimming at the edge of her eyes, and Asami wanted nothing more than to pull her into a hug. "What did you want to ask me?"
"Oh, uh, I just wanted to ask how you came to be there?" She saw something out in those eyes, something that made her regret her question. "I'm sorry. It's none of my business, I just-I'm sorry."
"No, no. It's fine Asami. I just.. don't know how to tell you something that I have no memories about."
"Oh. Is that why you have counselling, to remember?" Stupid. Stop prying you nosy ass.
"Yeah, I guess." There was another pause as Korra debated with herself. "Okay, so.. I don't know how much Mako and Bo, have told you about me, but for the last three years I've been in rehab. The counselling is just part of my early release conditions. I'm an addict."
"Alcohol or..?"
"Heroine and meth mostly." There was another pause and Korra was beginning to worry Asami might want to just get out of there. "If you want to leave I get it."
"What? Why would I want to leave?" Asami reached out and placed her hand over Korra's, who just stared at their hands bewildered. "I wanted to get to know you better and I appreciate you telling me these things." She offered the girl her sincerest smile and was met with one in return. "I like you Korra."
"I.. like you too."
Then without warning, Asami leaned over and kissed those tanned lips she had been craving since their first meeting. Those lips that were soft and were kissing her back with as much enthusiasm that made her heart burst and her cheeks flare. Korra pulled back slightly, but changed her position so that she sat closer, their bodies touching and her lips returning to those red ones.
I'm so glad I shaved my legs.