Fourth period finally ended, freeing the students from the torture of Mr. Tarok's deathly boring math class. He actually managed to get through an entire lecture without singling Korra out once, which she was thankful for. She let out a sigh of relief as she made her way through the hall, Bolin yelled excitedly as her made eye contact with her.
"Korra! Dude! Wait up!" His large frame pushed through the gaps between students who had stopped to converse in the middle of the hall.
"Bo I'm walking towards you…no waiting needed…"
"Ah right, sorry I was just excited to talk to ya! Haven't seen since the end of second period, thought maybe you'd been all tangled up in a certain black haired beauty and couldn't get out." He winked at her as he hooked his thumbs in the straps of his school bag.
She could only shove him. "Are you ever gonna let up on this?"
"Nope!" he gave his the biggest shit-eating grin he could managed. "Especially when she's basically got you wrapped around her finger."
"What!? You're way off, I'm totally in control."
"Really dude? Have you seen how far your mouth falls open when she gives you that smile?"
"My mouth does not fall open!"
"It does tho…I'm surprised honestly, I've never seen you be the whipped one."
"I am not whipped!"
"You're totally whipped, and you haven't even done the thing yet."
"Korra does not get whipped." She said pointing to herself.
"Or maybe you have, and that's why you're so whipped!" He kept on, as if to not even register that she had spoken.
"I. Will. Kill. You."
"You still don't get it do you? You can't lie to me!" He moved his face closer to hers, squinting his eyes as he pointed to her mouth, "Yup, still some dry drool residue on you're chin there."
"OMG BO! I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL FUCKING-" she stopped mid sentence, her gaze shifting to something behind her best friend.
Bolin turned to see what could have cut her off so suddenly as she was about to explode on him. A grin appeared on his face as he saw said 'black haired beauty' walking across the hall from one class to her office.
"So not whipped, eh?" He turned back to Korra, elbowing her in the ribs.
She sighed in defeat. "Ok so maybe I'm a little whipped…"
"Told ya so! Bolin for the win again! Seriously I don't even know why you bother arguing with me."
"I can't help it! It's not my fault she's so damn gorgeous, with her stupid hair flip, and that smile, and the way her eyes sparkle when she-"
"So whipped…"
"I need to get back on top."
"Well you better think of something quick, cause I'm pretty sure you're almost at the point of no return."
"Nah, it's not that bad it is?"
"So bad bro…anyways I'd like to sit here and keep having you prove me right but I've got to go get ready, I've got a hot date with Opal after your practice tonight. You still need to help me with the whole making her my girlfriend thing by the way."
"I'll help you on one condition."
"Name it."
"You never mention this whole being whipped thing to anyone."
"You've got a deal bro! Besides, I'm perfectly okay being the only one knowing, Miss Whipped." He quickly winked at her before turning to head dow the hall.
Korra watched her friend leave. I refuse to lose this game of hers.
Today was the first day in a while where Korra was actually able to return to her regular pre-practice routine, which mostly consisted of solo cardio work away from the rest of the team. Rather than partake in her regular run around campus, she decided that today she'd prepare a little differently, maybe the inconsistency would be enough to distract herself from the events that transpired earlier. She had originally thought that it would be easier to concentrate on her daily tasks now that the feelings between Miss Sato and herself were mostly out in the open, but she was wrong, the detention she served earlier proved it. All day she could only think about her teacher unbuttoning her blouse in front of her, and that maybe the next time she'd see her doing it, there would be bare skin revealed rather than blue fabric. Not that Korra didn't like seeing Miss Sato wearing her shirts, especially when it had her name on them, but she couldn't help herself from imagining what else was beneath it, how the soft round breasts hidden beneath lacy bras actually felt. Enough Korra, concentrate. She had been telling herself to do that too much lately…trying to steal her focus from her teacher's hypnotizing form. Ok, two feet in, two feet out, one up, two feet in, two feet out, she kept mentally repeating as she ran through the ladder drills she had set up for herself on the practice field. Once she got through the ladder she'd sprint to the next part of her circuit where cones were set up in a zigzag formation for her to run through. She could feel the sweat running down the sides of her face as she completed the third and final set of her circuit, her cut off getting more damp by the minute. The ground was calling to her as she sprinted through the last gate of cones, she could finally collapse. Her legs were burning more so than usual today, no doubt due to the ankle weights she decided to put on. That should be enough for today…she thought to herself as she lie on her back looking up at the sky, chest heaving up and down. She watched as the clouds floated by, trying to figure out what they resembled or what they reminded her of. A loud crack drew her gaze to the left of her towards the campus buildings, a particularly dark cloud was making its way towards the school, just in time. After the burning in her legs subsided, she got up to a sitting position and began to unfasten the weights around her ankles before collecting the cones and rolling up the ladder to head back inside the complex. She looked up one last time to see just how close the cloud had come so she could gage her time, not wanting to get drenched. The main building came into view, she couldn't help but notice that a window was open in one of the offices that lined that side of the building, instantly knowing which teacher it belonged to. A grin formed on her face, it was the perfect excuse to see her, I never lose, were the last thoughts to cross her mid as she made her way towards the main building.
She placed the equipment she was carrying just by the door as she walked inside, her legs moved faster now it seemed as they were no longer held back by weights, making it easier for her to move through the empty hallways.
The door was open when she got there, she couldn't stop herself from lingering in the doorway a while longer as she watched the woman furiously jot down notes on what she assumed were blew prints spread across her desk, laughing to herself at how she furrowed her brow when she had to think a little harder to figure a certain part out. Korra cleared her throat to announce her presence, causing Asami to look up and stare with her mouth agape as she took in Korra's glistening form. The tanned girl let out a slight laugh at the sight of her teacher looking less than in control of her emotions.
The laugh broke Asami out of her stare, get your shit together Sato, "Well, someone was working hard out there."
"Oh you noticed, did you?" Korra snapped back, a cocky smile on her face as she walked into the office closing the door behind her.
"Don't flatter yourself, I was busy working on plans for my father. It was a simple guess based on the thin layer of sweat covering your arms."
Korra bent her arm at the elbow, purposefully flexing as she looked down to examine her arm. "I guess you're right," the cocky smile never left her face as she looked back at her, "I did work pretty hard."
Asami's resolve broke a little at the sight of the girls contracted bicep, biting her lip as she admired it. She had to come back with something to wipe that grin off her face, she turned in her office chair to face the girl as she spoke. "Probably wasn't the wisest thing to be working out in the blazing sun on a day like today, the humidity index is off the charts."
The smile only got bigger as an idea occurred to the girl, "You are so right Asami," she hooked her thumbs in the bottom of her cut off and proceed to pull it over her head. Asami gulped as the girl lifted her shirt, first revealing that defined abdominal V, followed by each individual ab all the way up to the band of her sports bra. "It is so hot out there," she continued. The distance between them almost non-existent now, Korra was standing right in front of her, her hands rested on the back of the chair above Asami's shoulders, with a knee resting on the part of the chair betweens her legs.
Asami inhaled deeply as the girl closed the distance further, their lips inches apart. "Miss Sato." She corrected again, however this time it lacked authority.
Korra loved it, she could see the woman in front of her breaking. She moved her knee up the chair, causing the older woman's skirt to move up as she did. Asami didn't see it happening, but her breath hitched at the sensation of the material of her skirt rubbing against her thighs as it moved upwards.
"I'm sorry. Miss Sato." She saw Asami's gaze shift from her eyes, to her lips, back to her eyes again, she had her in the palm of her hands. She moved her head forward slowly, watching as the woman in front of her brought her lips towards her, the look on her face almost begging for the touch of her lips. When she saw the jade eyes in front of her be hidden away by lids covered in purple eyes shadow she knew she had her completely. Korra moved her lips passed those presented in front of her and made her way close to her teacher's ear, "Miss Sato?" she whispered.
"Mhmm?" Asami whimpered out, a heat growing more intense by the second between her legs, her hands now firmly gripping the arm rests of the chair in an attempt to stop herself from reaching up to touch the toned abdomen in front of her.
"You left your window open…"
"Wha…" was the only half coherent word she could get out as Korra's warm breath reached her ear, sending her into a daze of desire. By the time she opened her eyes the girl before her was no longer in sight.
"It's going to rain."
She didn't turn around but she heard the window closing behind her, still not fully registering what happened. "Rain?"
Korra came up behind her and pressed warm lips to her teacher's cheek before again whispering into her ear, "I win."
Asami watched as she walked by her towards the door to leave…fuck
—
A satisfied smile was on Korra's face as she walked into the locker room, her teammates were already getting dressed.
"Well someone got laid."
The conversation being yelled across the room caught Kuvira's attention.
"Very funny O. Can't I just be happy to see you guys?"
"Well you can, but that's not a 'happy to see you' smile, Ila's a lucky girl!" Somehow she and Bolin had the same wink. There were shouts of mocking 'ooooo's' thrown about the room.
Maybe Tarrlok was right…Kuvira thought to herself.
Korra's smile quickly faded at the mention of her ex-fling's name. Seriously I'm going to kill that boy…but then again at least her secret with Asami was safe…ok maybe not kill but maim him. "Careful O, you air out my dirty laundry and I'll air out yours, Bolin tells me everything."
"Touché. I'll shut up now." She mimed closing a zipper over her lips.
"That's what I thought." A different grin crossed her face this time as she took her place next to Opal and began getting dressed, a sly victorious grin.
As per usual the team started off practice gingerly skating around the rink. Korra went through her warm up laps at a conformable pace, only speeding up occasionally just to hear her blades crush through the ice as she turned around the the net, besides she was already warmed up. Each player warmed up differently, Opal liked to stay at one pace and would zigzag through the face-off dots, Jinora would sprint between the blue lines, and Kuvira would do a lap skating forwards and then a lap skating backwards.
They soon found themselves on the ice at the mercy of Coach Lin's whistle, ushering them up and down the ice in a series of sprints. Korra quickly regretted trying out the new ankle weights in her pre-practice workout, the lactic acid was building up in her legs making each stride it's own struggle. The whistle blew again and again, Coach barking at them to change directions faster, shoot harder, pass better, it was never ending.
"Good Korra, explode faster up the center after making your turn! Opal send her the puck quicker off the boards!"
The must have run through each drill a hundred times, breakouts, offensive and defensive zone face-offs, penalty kill and power play formations, as well as penalty shots. No part of their game was too small, with semi-finals coming up this weekend they had to make sure everything was as close to perfect as possible.
By the end of the practice Korra could barely feel her legs, she had never been more thankful for anything in her life when she heard Coach's long whistle calling them into the center dot. Everyone quickly took a knee, Coach Lin had zero tolerance for those who would dilly-saddle on their way to team huddles, often punishing the entire team with suicides if someone did.
"Alright girls, we're playing the Rabaroos this sunday, it's a big away game weekend. I know there's some sort of carnival day shenanigans going on tomorrow so I'll be nice and hold off practice until Saturday morning, but i'll expect everyone to be 100%. We'll be leaving right after practice. Now get out of here."
Finally they could move without haste or fear of being scolded. It seemed that every player moved in slow motion as they gingerly made their way off the ice. Their muscles screamedat them every step they took, this practice had been more intense than usual, as they no doubt would only continue to get the closer they got to finals.
Korra barely had time to throw her gloves off and pull off her helmet before collapsing onto the bench as she got to her spot in the locker room. The only thing keeping her from laying there until she had to go to class tomorrow was the constant buzzing noise that was coming from the pocket of her jeans as they hung above her. She groaned as she forced her arm upwards to retrieve the annoying device. 10 fucking messages Bo, really? I saw you a couple hours ago…she slid her finger across her screen to unlock it and see what all the fuss was about.
Bo: So I'm freaking out.
Bo: I don't know what to do for Opal tonight. I was going to make her dinner, but then I ate it all….you know how I eat when I get nervous.
Bo: Korraaa
Bo: Answer your damn phone!
Bo: Oh you're at hockey…you and opal are on the same team
Bo: My bad
Bo: Seriously how long can practice be?
Bo: Answerrrrrr
Bo: I need to see you before Opal gets here!
Bo: Get your butt over here as soon as you get off the ice!
Korra weighed her options. On the one hand she ignore the messages and lay here forever and not give her muscles a reason to scream at her again, or she could got to her friends rescue. He is the reason I'm in this whole Ila mess…then again I do owe him for keeping the whole Asami thing quiet…there was really only one option, god it sucks being a good friend sometimes…She reluctantly peeled herself off the bench and quickly—well as quickly as her body would let her—got undressed, her body hating her the whole time. First to go was her practice jersey, then her top gear, followed by her skates and bottom gear. She didn't even take the time to shower in an effort to beat Opal to the boys' apartment, the only thing keeping her post hockey smell at bay was the deodorant she put on.
She decided to do a little recon before taking her leave. She sat and turned to her best friend's girl, "How much do you like Bolin?"
Opal was flabbergasted at the question to say the least. "What? I…uh…kind of like him yeah."
"Like, like him like him, or…?" The memory of Bolin asking her the same question played over in her mind.
"Why are you asking me this?" Opal cocked an eyebrow at her.
"It's my duty as Bolin's best friend to look out for his best interest. I just want to know that he isn't going to get hurt."
Opal couldn't help but smile, "He's lucky to have you, ya know that?"
"He's a pain in the butt sometimes, but it goes both ways. Feel free to tell him that more often though. Now answer the question."
"Yes Korra, I do like him, like, like him like him."
"Good, glad we got that out of the way." She got up to leave finally.
"Out of the way? What do you mean out of the way?" Korra was already to far away to hear the girl question herself. "Not gonna shower Kor?" Opal stared at her quizzically as she broke from routine.
"No, I've gotta…get home…I've gotta do a thing…" God you're creative Korra.
"Do a thing, or do someone?" Opal gave her a sly grin.
"Dirty laundry O, remember?"
"Yup, you're absolutely right. I didn't say a word."
"Didn't think so." Korra turned to walk towards the door.
"Oh and don't forget, we're meeting tomorrow morning on the practice field!"
Couldn't she have forgotten? Wsihful thoughts… "Ya ya, I'll be there, it's not like I have a choice anyway…"
"You're right, you don't! See ya tomorrow!"
She quickened her pace as she walked down the hall, there wasn't any time to waste, Bolin was already freaking out as it was. She took her phone out of her pocket to text the boy,
Korra: On my way bud!
"Texting Ila already? Kind of desperate don't you think Avatar?" the voice caught her off guard.
"Your life must be incredibly boring Kuvy."
Kuvira only laughed at her, "How on earth did you draw that conclusion?"
"Well, if you have to resort to gossiping about my love life, you must really have nothing else to do."
"Oh it's not just me, seems that the whole school believes you're an item."
"Well then allow me to set the record straight: Ila and I aren't together."
"No? Does your heart belong to another?" The corners of her mouth turned up as she asked her the question.
Korra cocked an eyebrow at her, "Don't tell me you're jealous Kuvy, no offence but you're not really my type."
"Ha! In your dreams. I'm just honestly surprised that anybody has been able to have any sort of interest in you at all."
"That's not what your mom was saying last night…" Korra snapped back under her breath.
"What did you just say!?" Kuvira's hands formed into fits as they hung by her sides.
"Oh nothing, nothing, but if you're done your jealous interrogation, I really must be going! Have a good one!" Korra turned without waiting for her response and headed out of the complex.
"You better run avatar…"
—
She could almost hear Bolin frantically pacing through the door as she approached their apartment. Knocking wasn't necessary, she was over there so often that she was practically their third roommate anyways, she opened the door and walked in.
"KORRA! OH MY GOD WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG!" He yelled as he ran towards her.
"Sorry Bo, Kuvira was being a shit-" she suddenly found herself short of breath and unable to finish her sentence and Bolin squeezed her in a bear hug.
"Wow, dude you stink." He released her almost immediately.
"Oh do I? I'm sorry I was in too much of a rush to come to your rescue, I can go if you want?" She reached back for the door handle.
"No no no! It's fine, you smell great!" he slammed the door shut before she could open it any further, "Please help me!"
"That's more like it. What do you need?"
"I was gonna make Opal this big dinner but then I ruined it. I wanted to make this whole big gesture and ask her to be my girlfriend in some special way, but I'm freaking out way to much to think of anything! Please, please, please help me!"
"Wow, wow, slow down bud." She watched him take a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. "Why don't you just take her to Kwong's?"
"I do like Kwong's…Ooo! and then I could write, 'will you be my girlfriend?' on a little piece of paper, then stick it in a tiny glass bottle, then hide it in her noodles for her to find!" Korra didn't think he could talk any faster.
"Or…you could not do that and just straight out ask her."
"Dude that's so lame! Also…what if she says no, it's harder to say no to a big gesture right?"
"She won't say no." she said as she smiled at him.
"How are you so sure!?"
She put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "Trust me Bo. Just be straight forward with her and everything will be fine."
A smile grew on his face, "Thanks Korra."
"No problem buddy. Now go get changed, she'll be here soon. Text me later."
"Absolutely, I'll talk to you later! Wish me luck!" he yelled as he ran up the stairs.
"Luck! Even though you won't need it!" She replied as she walked out the door.
—
It was about midnight when phone went off.
Bolin: DUDE!
Bolin: GUESS WHO HAS A GIRLFRIEND!? THIS GUY!
Bolin: You were totally right. You are also the best friend anyone could ever ask for.
Bolin: I know there's no way in hell a text message is going to wake you up since you sleep like the dead but I figured I'd text ya anyways.
Bolin: I'll see you in the morning! You're the best!
