Korra watched from her booth as the students ran around the field from one game tent to another, carting around their stuffed animal prizes whilst munching on candy apples or licking ice cream cones. Stuffed animals… that would have been a good idea. People did that when they were in a relationship, right? Not that she and Asami were in a relationship… but they were in a something... For the life of her Korra couldn't figure out what exactly it was, a game… that's what we're in… a game I'm totally winning… She fiddled with the strap of the water gun, memories of their most recent encounter coming back to her, 'you don't need a water gun to get me wet' she bit her lip at the thought… I'm totally losing… The loud ding of the hammer slam startled her and broke her from her memories. She made a mental note to make sure to smack Opal later for having the stupid game set up so close to the kissing booth.

Could this shift be any longer?! I must have been at this for hours now… she pulled her cell phone from her pocket to check the time. Only 30 minutes?! Really?! God damn… She must have been kissed by at least two dozen people, not one of them being Asami. At least they haven't been Ila either. She was surprised in all honesty, the way Opal was talking, she'd expected to be pushing Ila off by now. Maybe Bolin was actually coming through on his promise.

"Korra! Korra! Korra!" A fast talking child was yelling as she approached, throwing her arms around Korra as she got to her.

She had to catch herself from falling off the chair as the girl landed in her lap. "Hi Ikki!"

"Mom says people have to pay you for kisses! Hugs are free though right?"

She couldn't help but laugh. "Yes Ikki, hugs are free. Where's the rest of your family?"

Before Ikki could answer Korra felt a second pair of little arms wrap around her. She looked down to find a little boy wearing a white RCHS t-shirt with the number 20 written in blue marker on the back in child's handwriting. "Korra!"

She rubbed her hand over the boy's shaved head, attempting to ruffle what little hair he had. "Hey Meelo! Missed you at my game on Wednesday, I had no one to critique me!"

She wouldn't admit it to anyone at school, but Korra was actually quite close with Principal Tenzin. When she was young and her parents had events to attend, she'd sometimes stay over at their place . His kids were almost like her siblings, which made her happy since she didn't have any of her own. Meelo and Korra were especially close—the boy ate, slept, and breathed hockey. He'd been to all of their home games this year, and always had something to say to her after the game about how she could have done better.

"Dad said it was too late for me to go…" A frown appeared on the young boy's face as he crossed his arms.

"That's ok buddy, you can come to the next one. Besides, I'm sure your Dad felt safer knowing that commander Meelo was at home to keep an eye out for everyone." She smiled and gave him a salute.

The boy returned a toothy grin, "Yeah! I had to be the man of the house!"

Korra could see two figures approaching from the corner of her eye, a voice chimed in seconds later. "And protect us he did, no harm came to anyone. Quite the brave little man we've got."

"Mom… I'm not a little man…" Meelo whined.

"You're right. You're a little boy." Ikki's comment earned her a shove from her little brother, knocking her off Korra's lap, only to soon find Meelo on top of her.

"Must you two always fight?" Principal Tenzin sighed as he tried to separate his two children who were now wrestling on the ground.

Korra turned her attention to her teacher, "Long time no see Mrs Pema! How are you?"

"I'm well thank you," she replied as she looked down at the infant bundled up in her arms, "little Rohan here can be a handful at times but luckily Jinora helps out a lot."

"She does talk about him a lot in the locker room," she reached out to touch the tiny hand Mrs Pema was holding onto. She meant to elaborate more but her sentence was cut short as her eyes were distracted by someone behind her teacher. Shit…

The distracted look on Korra's face went unnoticed by Mrs Pema, "What about you Korra? Have you been doing your readi—"

A small hand tugging on the sleeve of her shirt cut her off mid-sentence. "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Can we go get cotton candy? And then can we play the squirt gun game? Ooo and then can we go to the dunk tank? Can we mom?! Can we! Can we! Can we!"

Ila was getting closer and closer, 20 feet away now.

Mrs Pema let out an exasperated breath, "Yes Ikki, we can do all those things. Guess we'll have to see you later Korra."

Korra's gaze shifted back to Mrs Pema. She couldn't let them leave and risk actually having to deal with Ila. "Wait! Uh… I… umm"

15 feet away.

"Are you sure you have to go right this second? I wanted to tell you about my readings!"

The constant tugging on her sleeve almost pulled the woman over. "I'd love to, but Ikki isn't the most patient child as you can see. We'll come back around later."

10 feet.

Korra's eyes were now frantically looking left and right for any sign of Bolin.

"But I have questions!" She blurted out as the woman was about to leave. "The snake man… I mean the wizard dude…"

"Voldemort?" The woman asked, clearly unimpressed.

8 feet.

"Yeah him, he umm… he did that thing to the kid with a scar on his cheek, I mean forehead…" Her sentences were broken up and barely coherent.

6 feet.

"Korra are you ok?"

Her eyes now back on the woman in front of her. "No. I mean yes. It's just this book… it uh…"

4 feet.

"ILAAAAA" The loud scream caused them both to look behind the older woman.

As if he appeared out of nowhere, Bolin now had his arms wrapped around the girl who was approaching the booth. "Ila! Thank god I found you! Your friends," he took a deep breath to stop himself from panting, "they are looking for you. They said it's really important, something about some sort of juicy gossip. You have to go see them now. Like right now."

The girl looked at him with her hand on her hip, unsure of his story, "What kind of gossip?"

"They wouldn't tell me! It's too juicy! Come on they're this way!" He interlocked their arms at the elbow and dragged her away in the opposite direction of the booth.

That was way too fucking close.

A confused look was on Mrs Pema's face as she turned back to Korra, shaking her head. "Kids… What was your question Korra?"

Question? What question? It was her turn to look confused now.

"About the reading… you said you had one?"

Oh right, shit. "Oh right. I… um… figured it out." Smooth, Korra.

"You figured it out?" The woman arched her brow.

"Yup. Turns out it was a stupid question anyways. Ikki, didn't you say you want cotton candy?" She finished turning to look at the impatient girl.

"Yeah mom! Let's go!"

Mrs Pema just rolled her eyes. "Fine… cotton candy it is." She took her daughter's hand and turned to walk away with the rest of her family.

The rest of her shift at the kissing booth went by more quickly. Thankfully Bolin managed to keep Ila away the whole time, leaving only a few other first years to kiss, and Opal on the cheek as they posed for a picture for the school's newspaper. She reached down under the booth to take out the box so that she could start putting things away finally, gritting her teeth as she heard the sound of a quarter fall into the glass jar. If I have to kiss one more person… the person above knocked on the counter, calling for Korra's attention. She pulled her head up from below the counter, meeting the person's amber eyes.

"Are you Google?"

She cocked her brow in confusion. "What?"

"Because you're what I've been searching for." He replied, moving his eyebrows up and down as he attempted a suave smile.

"Seriously Mako, you've got to get better material…"

"What do you mean?! That line is Gold!"

"Gold eh?" She gave him a smug smile, "How many girls have you managed to pick up with it?"

"Um…"

"Yeah that's what I thought."

"Well we can't all be like you ya know! Miss I can get whatever girl I want without even trying! Some of us have to get creative!"

"I'm going to tell you this in the most loving way I can dude. Your pick up lines aren't creativity, they're stupidity."

"You're just jealous you didn't think of it!" He pointed his finger accusingly at her.

"Yeah… jealous wouldn't exactly be the word I'd use to describe it…"

"Whatever Kor! I didn't come here to be insulted, I just wanted to make sure that you were packing up like you were supposed to!"

"Yes Mama Mako," she gestured to the already half-packed material on the counter, "As you can see, I'm packing up."

"Good. I also wanted to know if you were going to watch the jousting competition later? I'll be facing off against the lovely Miss Sato… God she's so hot."

"Please don't tell me that's who you're going to use that line on… because I hate to break it to you, but I don't think you're her type."

"How would you know what her type is?" He looked at her quizzically.

I'm her fucking type. "Oh you know, since you're a student and all…"

"True. That would definitely be a bad idea."

Would it really be so bad? "I'll be at the competition, I'll be going up against Miss Sato as well. I'm actually heading over there right after I bring these boxes inside, wanna give me a hand?"

"Sure." He picked up the last two remaining boxes that Korra hadn't already piled into her arms and followed her inside.

By the time they got back to the end zone, there was already a large crowd waiting, eager for the competition to start. Four staff members had signed up, Varrick, Mr Bataar, Principal Tenzin and Miss Sato. They would each participate in three rounds versus a different student each time.

"Alright everyone!" Opal stood on a chair and spoke into the megaphone, "This is the moment we've been waiting for all day! A chance for us students to prove that we are better than the faculty!" She paused for a moment as cheers erupted from the student body, speaking again when they finally died down. "Each fighter will win a point for their team every time they successfully manage to knock down their opponent. Let the competition begin!""

Mr Bataar went first, unfortunately losing each of his rounds. Korra attributed it to the fact that he simply over-thought his movements, his highly logical mind over-analyzing the arc of his swing factored into the weight of the pad at the end of his 'weapon' and so on. But he was a good sport about it and smiled after every loss, regardless.

Students 3, Faculty 0

Next up was Varrick, his style was unorthodox and eccentric to say the least. He would go on about how he learned this one move at some place down south while he was traveling with an unknown tribe, attempting to demonstrate by balancing on one leg whilst swinging frantically, attempting to make contact with his opponent. Everyone was surprised when he actually managed to win the first round using it, but the victory was quickly accredited to beginners luck after he lost the next rounds.

Students 5, Faculty 1

Principal Tenzin's style was the complete opposite of Varrick's. He was calm and collected throughout each round, easily being able to predict his opponent's next moves. The only student offering him any sort of challenge was Jinora, her style mimicked her father's but still proved to be futile. Tenzin the jousting master 3, school body 0.

Students 5, Faculty 4

There was only one teacher left to face now. Boys pushed and shoved at the game entrance, wanting a chance to face off against the lovely Miss Sato. Sadly for them, Opal ran a tight ship and explained that only those who signed up were allowed to participate, eliciting several yells voicing their displeasure.

Tahno was up first, a hot headed track and field athlete, but unlike Korra his skill didn't actually measure up to his own hype. His style was purely offensive, leaving plenty of holes open which Miss Sato capitalized on every time, quickly knocking him off the pedestal. Many of his teammates snickered as he walked off the game, failing to follow through on the boasting he had done earlier in the day.

Students 5, Faculty 5

Next was Mako, his style patient and calm, then again so was Miss Sato's. Korra was quite surprised to see him last so long, taking hits and managing to stay balanced, even recovering quite well after exposed openings were penetrated. The grin that crossed Miss Sato's lips was enough to let Korra know that she got an idea, it wouldn't be long now. A perfectly timed hair flip was all it took to distract him enough so that she could hit him right in the chest and send him flying backwards. Note to self, don't fall for the hair flip.

Students 5, Faculty 6

Finally came the last round of the day, Korra vs Miss Sato. She took the helmet from Mako as he walked by her with a sulk on his face, tying the strap under her chin while she climbed up into the game. The crowd cheered for her as she got up on the blue pedestal, 'Go Avatar!' 'Korra! Korra! Korra!'

The woman standing on the red pedestal across from her didn't seem to take any notice of the fact that she had the crowd on her side. "Ready to lose Avatar?"

"In your dreams Miss Sato." She replied, taking her ready stance as she flashed her a cocky grin.

Opal raised the megaphone to her mouth. "It's been a tight competition so far! Our Avatar has to win this to keep the student body in the game!" She moved the megaphone away from her mouth and covered the receiver with her hand, leaning towards the game as she whispered, "no pressure Kor." She brought the receiver back to her mouth, "Begin!"

They simply stared at each other for a moment, waiting for the other to make the first move. Korra's thoughts drifted as she watched the woman across from her, how does she still manage to look so good even in this stupid helmet? She had to shake her head to force herself to focus. Eventually her impulsiveness won out and she swung first, an attempt that Miss Sato easily directed away with one end of her weapon, quickly bringing up the opposite end to hit Korra in her newly exposed ribs. The hit wasn't enough to knock her down, her quads contracting as she fought gravity to stay upright, someone's quicker than I thought… They exchanged swings for the next few moments, each managing to land a few strikes, absorb a few hits and dodge other close calls. Ok, time to end this… She swung for an overhead shot, forcing Miss Sato to raise her weapon up horizontally to block it, leaving her midsection exposed, perfect. As their weapons made contact above Miss Sato's head she pushed the other end of hers into the woman's stomach, sending her toppling over the back of the pedestal. She gave her teacher a smug grin before turning to look at the mass of students cheering for her, raising her weapon above her shoulders in victory.

Students 6, Faculty 6

Opal returned to the top of the chair, "And we have a tie ladies and gentleman! Now we go to—"

"Best two out of three!"

A voice interrupted her, everyone's gaze shifted from their student union president to the person who had spoken.

"That is, unless the Avatar is afraid." A sly grin formed on Asami's lips.

The crowd let out a simultaneous 'Ooooooo.'

Korra turned back to face the woman who was now back atop her pedestal. "You're on."

She climbed back up to her respective pedestal as the crowd cheered her on once more.

"Alright then folks, looks like we have our tie breaker! First one to win two games wins it for their team! Ready, set, GO!"

Asami didn't wait this time, striking first and making contact with the side of Korra's thigh. The hits continued to come in a never-ending flurry, every time she'd successfully block a hit on one side, she'd get hit seconds later with the other end of Miss Sato's weapon. Oh god she's smiling… she's actually fucking smiling… god damn that smile… and those luscious red lips… A hit to her knee caused her to lose balance slightly, rendering her unable to defend the following jab that made contact with her chest, sending her right off the pedestal.

Korra grumbled as she climbed back up to her position, yes she's hot Korra… this isn't news to you… now get your head into the game! The smug smile on her teacher's face only fuelled her desire to win the next round.

Opal's voice was the only thing Korra was listening for. "One win apiece! Whoever wins next wins it all!" She paused to let the anticipation swell, "Now Fight!"

Kuvira scanned the crowd as they stared intently at the two fighters in the game. One spectator however seemed more invested than the other. A sly grin made her way to her lips as she navigated her way through the crowd towards the girl, taking no care in who she had to push out of her way to get there.

"Close game isn't it?"

Ila turned her head towards her slightly, even though her eyes never left the sight in front of her. "Yeah, very close," she responded showing little interest in who was talking to her, her focus consumed by the fight. "Go! Korra!"

Her grin only grew bigger when she saw how into the fight the girl was. "Must be exciting to watch your girlfriend be so good at something."

Ila's gaze immediately shifted to Kuvira, a smile appearing on her lips. "Girlfriend? She said we were girlfriends?!"

"Well she didn't exactly come out and say that you were… but I know she wants to be."

Her smile got bigger, "She does?!"

"Yup, really badly as a matter of fact. She's just too shy to do anything about it."

"Really? Korra isn't really the type to be shy about those kinds of things…" Her smile disappeared slightly, replaced with a hint of disbelief.

Kuvira shifted her tactics, she needed to sell this. "That just goes to show how much she must really want it then, the fact that she's actually shy."

It seemed to work, the disbelief on Ila's face now dissipating. "I guess that could make sense."

Suddenly Kuvira knew how to fulfill the request Mr Tarrlok had given her. "You know what I think you should do?"

"What?" Ila asked as she arched her brow.

Kuvira leaned closer to the girl, whispering something into her ear, causing the girl to smile big enough to almost split her face in two.

"Really?"

"Absolutely."

The sly grin never left Kuvira's face as she watched the rest of the game next to the girl. Come on Avatar, don't disappoint me, you better fucking win.

Korra swung first again this round. Letting Asami start first last time didn't work out so well for her. She was careful not to leave too many openings for her teacher to exploit, making quick little hits instead of big over-exaggerated ones. They went on for what seemed like forever, neither one of them gaining much ground. Thats it! Korra smiled as she finally thought of a move that she could use to win, all she had to do was wait for the right moment. She only had to fight off a few more swings when the opportunity finally presented itself, Miss Sato was crouching slightly to attempt to sweep the legs out from under her. Korra waited patiently, jumping up to avoid the attempt just in time, landing back down on her pedestal perfectly. While Miss Sato was still recovering from her swing she made her move. She dropped her weapon and jumped off her pedestal towards the red one in front of her, landing one foot between Miss Sato's, using her free hands to push the woman off to the side.

The crowd erupted in cheers at the same time as Asami hit the bouncy floor of the game.

Students 7, Faculty 6

"And that does it! Our Avatar wins it for the students!" Opal's voice being amplified by the megaphone was barely enough to overpower the cheers coming from the student body. 'Avatar! Avatar! Avatar!'

Perfect. Kuvira's smile could not get any bigger. She looked to her left to find Ila looking back at her. "Now?"

"Now." Kuvira nodded as she answered her.

Korra removed her helmet and jumped off her pedestal, bending her knees to absorb the bounce. She reached out her hand to help her teacher up, a gesture that was accepted by the woman below her.

"Good game Miss Sato." She winked at her, feeling brash knowing that those who could have seen it were all at her back. The conversation only existing between the two of them, there was no way anyone was going to hear them over the excitement of the crowd. "Guess you didn't dominate me after all."

"You too, Avatar." Her teacher pulled her in closer for what would have passed for an innocent congratulatory one-armed hug. The words that where whispered between them however, were far from innocent. "And I never did specify whether that statement pertained to here or the bedroom."

She could feel the blush forming on her cheeks as they pulled away from each other, a feeling that only worsened when blue met green. Holy fuck… her mouth moved, attempting to form words to make some sort of witty retort, but nothing came out. Her teacher's smile let her know that she may have won the competition, but she was definitely losing whatever game they were playing.

Before she could actually compose herself, a hand pulled on her shoulder and turned her to face the opposite direction. "Ila? What are you—"

Her sentence was cut short by a pair of lips crashing into hers, coupled with an arm being draped over her shoulder whilst the girl's opposite hand closed around her bicep.

Her eyes never closed. All she could do was stand there shocked for a moment while the girl in front of her continued to press her lips against hers. Whistles along with mocking 'ooo's could be heard from the crowd. When she finally registered what was happening she quickly put her hands on the girl's hips and pushed them away from her, breaking the contact between them.

"Ila, what the fuck?"

The girl simply brushed a stray piece of short brown hair behind her ear, "Don't worry, Kuvira told me everything. You should have just asked me to be your girlfriend."

Of course she's behind this…" Listen Ila, I don't know what she told you—" The feeling of fingers being interlaced with hers as her arm was jerked upwards cut her off mid-sentence.

Ila had a bad habit of cutting people off. She was now turned to face the crowd, raising both of their hands in the air, "Wooo! Avatar!"

The crowd loved it and cheered harder. Korra looked behind her in search of her teacher, but Asami was no longer in sight… Shit.