Chapter 21: Jealousy
Much to Ila's dismay, she ripped her hand free from the other girl's grasp and quickly turned to jump off the back of the blow up game, eyes searching frantically for any sign of the teacher. Knots were forming in her stomach, and not the nervous exciting kind, the 'oh fuck what did I just do' kind of knots. The kind that won't let up until you find some way to fix whatever problem is plaguing you. But could she even fix it? Was this even considered an issue? We're not in a relationship… the current state of her stomach and her emotions calling bullshit on her thoughts, but we're definitely in something… Normally in this situation she wouldn't have thought twice about it, she wasn't committed to either girl and technically she could do whatever she wanted… why did she care all of sudden? About this girl. Fuck I'm in deep… Within a matter of a few short weeks this woman had integrated herself into so many of her thoughts, she couldn't get her out of her head. This is so much more than a crush… fuck. There was no denying it, what just happened definitely wasn't okay. Regardless of whether or not she instigated it, she had to find Asami and explain herself, reassure her teacher that it meant nothing and that Ila was acting of her own volition.
Her search continued, walking around the oval a few times looking in each of the game tents for the raven haired woman, she couldn't have gotten that far could she? Her thoughts were running rampant as she jogged around the tents, incoherent and quickly maddening. What the fuck is wrong with Ila? Where did she even get the idea—, she stopped mid monologue as she remembered what the girl had said to her after their lips parted, Kuvira… She stopped dead in her tracks, her hands balling into fists, anger clouding her thought process and taking over her logic. That bitch… Although still important, finding Miss Sato was no longer her only priority, finding Kuvira was now right at the top of her 'to-do' list. This time she'll walk away with more than a bloody nose… Returning to her previous pace, she made her way back towards the jousting game in the hope of finding her teammate.
She was halfway there when she ran into Bolin, nearly knocking him over having not seen him as her eyes searched through the people in and around the tents rather than being focused in front of her. Umph, his arms reactively found their way around her as she crashed into him. "Korra! I was looking for you!"
Her eyes remained focused on their task, not even looking at her best friend as she pried herself from his arms, pushing him out of her way rather roughly. "Not now Bo, there something I've got to do."
A hand grabbed her wrist as she walked away from him, drawing her gaze back to the boy she'd almost run over. "I saw what happened Kor, and understandably you're upset but as your best friend I can't let you go back there. Especially not when you look like you're about to kill someone."
She answered without thinking, anger still inhibiting proper thought, speaking through gritted teeth. "Bo you better fucking let me go or you're going to be the one I'm going to kill."
His hand around her wrist tightened as his brows furrowed, his own tone was now also laced with anger. "As uncalled for as that was, I'm still not letting you go. Whatever you do when you get back there will only land you in more trouble."
His words didn't help, anger was still coursing through her veins, "I don't give a shit! She's gonna get what's coming to her!"
She attempted to pull her wrist from his grip, forcing Bolin to hold her tighter still. "Come on Korra, as much as she's a pain in the ass there's no way in hell you'd hurt Ila."
Her jaw unclenched as she was stricken with confusion. "What?! Ila?!"
Bolin unfurled his brow, cocking one upwards as he looked at her quizzically, "Yeah… Isn't that who you want to get back at?"
"No Bo! Kuvira! She's the one who put Ila up to the whole kiss thing!"
"Ohhhhh!" She felt his grip loosen slightly as he came to the realization, only to be tightened once again as she attempted to slip away. "That still doesn't mean I'm gonna let you go back there and be stupid! Think about your scholarship Kor!"
The mention of her scholarship put things into perspective for her. As much as she wanted to bash her fist in Kuvira's face she couldn't risk her scholarship, not again. "Ugh! Fine! You're right!" This time she was successfully able to yank her wrist from Bolin's hand.
"Always am." A cocky grin formed on his lips.
"Yeah well it doesn't mean I have to like it." Her tone was dry, still obviously peeved from the whole situation.
"You can be mad about it all you want, as long as you don't go back there, I'm happy." He crossed his arms over his chest.
She let out a sigh of defeat, "What am I gonna do Bo… I couldn't find her anywhere…"
"Who?" His arms uncrossed and brought one hand up to scratch his head. "I thought you knew where Kuvira was?"
A chuckle she was unable to stifle escaped her lips. "Wow you're really not on the ball today eh buddy? Miss Sato." She said whispering their teacher's name across the space between them.
"Right! Wow I'm sorry! I saw her take off after Ila practically jumped you."
"I know…" she looked down to the ground as she spoke, the guilt she felt written all over her face.
Bolin picked up on it and quickly spoke to ease her bad mood. "What do you say we get out of here? Head back to my place and play some video games?"
"That would be great Bo," a small smile found its way to her lips as she looked up, "but we should probably stay and help clean up…"
"That's precisely why we should leave, so we can forgo that portion of the day." He explained as he smiled devilishly.
"Won't your girlfriend be upset with you?" She put particular emphasis on Opal's new title.
"She'll be fine!" He claimed as he fanned his hand at her, "Besides she totally digs it when I get all protective over you."
Korra cocked her brow, "I don't know if I should thank you, or smack you for using me as some sort of pawn to trick Opal into liking you more."
"Definitely thank me. Mostly because I don't want to get smacked… but also because I really do care about your well-being," he went on as he grabbed her by the arm and started dragging her away from the field, "and the best way to fix your well-being right now is a little bit of Super Mario Brothers on the old NES back at my place."
She didn't really have a choice but to oblige. Maybe a distraction will be nice for a bit… she reasoned with herself, at least until she calmed down a little about the whole Kuvira/Ila kiss plot. She needed to find Asami, but she needed a game plan first, some way to explain what just happened without her teacher freaking out… if she hadn't already. Yeah, distraction first, Asami next.
Her feet were almost being dragged across the grass field now as the boy pulled her along, "Okay okay Bo! Slow down I've gotta shoot my dad a text to let him know I'll be home late!"
"It's called multitasking Kor!" He never let go of her arm, continuing to guide her. She could only laugh as she struggled to get her phone of her pocket, texting as best she could with one hand.
Korra: I'll be home a little later Dad! Don't wait up!
Daddyo: Don't be too late. You've got practice tomorrow morning and a big game on Sunday.
Korra: I won't. See you in the morning.
—
They had been playing for over three hours, only stopping once between games in order to make sandwiches (Bolin's favourite type of meal). They had beat worlds 1 through 5, getting upset only a few times after falling in a chasm or getting touched by a Goomba. Korra watched as she made Mario run over flying turtles, dodge Bowser's fireballs or climb up vines. All of this coupled with Bolin's priceless reactions every time he'd cause Luigi to lose a life proved to be quite the distraction, but that nagging in the pit of her stomach never left. She sighed as her thoughts drifted back to the jousting game, everything was going so well between us… and they had been, Korra was learning to deal with Miss Sato's teasing—which she secretly loved, even dishing back some of her own. But now, everything was in limbo. In one afternoon, a single kiss managed to screw up everything. Fucking Kuvira. She was holding the grey rectangular remote a little tighter now, her jaw clenching as she ground her teeth together.
Bolin seemed to pick up on her mood change, her now tense body and angry facial expression. He leaned his head over towards her, never taking his eyes off the TV screen in front of him. "Wanna talk about it?"
She threw the remote onto the coffee table in front of her, "It's so god damn messed up! Fucking Kuvira that slore!"
The slur was enough for him to pry his gaze from the TV, "Slore?"
"Slutty whore… seemed fitting…"
He burst out laughing at the explanation. "Damn you're clever when you're upset!" He exclaimed as he wiped a tear from his eye. "I don't know how fitting it actually is but damn that's funny!"
"Come on Bo be serious! Your best friend is in serious turmoil over here!" She shoved him, knocking him over into the pillows at the end of the couch.
"I know I know, I'm sorry." His laughter was now dying down. "What makes you think Kuvira has anything to do with it? What would she gain?"
"Ila told me. I think that's pretty good proof if you ask me—"
He nodded back, sneaking in a comment during Korra's explanation. "Valid point."
"—and as for why, well Kuvira has always had it out for me. Ever since some stupid captaincy switch on our hockey team back when we were little. It's been going on for far too long, and now she's even managed to fuck things up between Asami and me…" She was sitting on the edge of the couch now, leaning forward, her head was in her hands as her elbows rested on her knees.
Bolin watched in silence for a moment before answering. "So what are you going to do about it?"
"I'm not sure there's anything I can do… I couldn't find her anywhere after the carnival… she's probably already done with me."
He got back up and sat next to her, poking her in the ribs as he spoke. "Come on now, that doesn't sound like the Korra I know!"
"Knock it off Bo," she swatted his hand away.
He didn't listen, instead he moved closer and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a side embrace. "The Korra I know never gives up!"
"I'm not used to this bud… I really care about her… like really care, more than care… I might even be falling for—" She shook her head before finishing her sentence, "I'm just out of my element here…"
"And that's exactly why you have to fix this!" He forcefully turned her to face him. "Kor I've never seen you this worked up over a girl! I mean usually in relationships—not that you can really call them that— but you're kind of indifferent—"
"Well that's supportive."
"Unromantic—"
"Oh they keep coming eh?"
"Oblivious—"
"You can stop any time now."
"Some may even venture to say uncaring—"
"Is this your version of helping me? Cause I must say you're doing a real swell job right about now."
He shook his head, getting back on track. "Look all I'm trying to say is that you haven't been any of those things with Miss Sato. I've never seen you look at anyone the way you look at her. The way you get all jumpy when she comes around, or the obvious blush that takes over your whole face every time she smiles at you shows that you really do care about her!"
A smile crept its way on to her face at his kind words.
"And I couldn't be more proud of you!"
A laugh escaped through her newly formed smile and she lightly hit him on the arm, "Shut up Bo."
"I know you know where she lives so stop being a pansy and go get her!" He was now practically pulling her to stand up, pushing her towards the door.
"But I don't even know what I'd say to her!" She protested a little, but deep down seeing Miss Sato was all she wanted, no matter how nervous she was.
He pulled the door open, literally pushing her through the frame as he continued. "You'll be fine! Just go and get your woman!"
She looked back at the boy who was standing in the doorway with a dumb grin on his face, matching it with her own. "Thanks Bo, I owe you."
"Don't mention it!" He yelled out through the now almost closed door, "Text me in the morning you old romantic!"
She laughed and turned towards the street, seriously don't know what I'd do without that kid.
—
Her pace almost reached a run as she made her way towards her teacher's condo, a mix of nerves and excitement taking over her body. I just have to see her… She couldn't wait to see those gorgeous eyes, those perfect lips, or find some way to hear that amazing laugh. She couldn't think in the negative, she knew she could fix this, all she had to do was explain herself, right? After all, Miss Sato had her all but wrapped around her finger anyways, she had to know that.
It didn't take her long to get there at the pace she was going, and it's not like she lived far, besides she had walked the road between her teacher's house and Bolin's apartment before, unable to forget it after that one morning they had together.
She ran up the stoop and hesitated before knocking on the door, come on Korra get a grip, it'll all be fine. She released a deep breath she didn't know she was holding and brought her knuckles to the wooden door. Her breath hitched as the door opened revealing the two beautiful jade eyes she had been dying to look into.
"Korra?!" She asked with a tinge of surprise in her voice and worry strewn across her face. "What are you doing here?!" she asked as the closed the door slightly, allowing less of the house to be seen behind her.
Korra attempted to compose herself and she fell into those deep green pools, "Hi…" Her hand came up behind her, rubbing the back of her head, "I umm… I needed to… I mean I wanted to…"
Asami broke her stammering, "Korra this isn't a good time."
"No Asami, I owe you—"
The sound of someone rummaging in the background behind the door stopped her mid-sentence, a faint voice could be heard, 'Everything ok babe?'
Asami closed her eyes as the person yelled from within the house, knowing full well that what was about to ensue wouldn't be good.
Korra's eyes widened. The anger that she felt previously in the day after the competition was not even comparable to what she felt now. Her blood was boiling beneath her skin, "Babe?!"
"Korra don't freak out, he—"
If her eyes had of opened any wider they would have fallen out of her head. "He?!"
Before her teacher could protest, Korra was already closing the distance between them, pushing on the door and forcing her way into the house. Asami followed quickly behind her attempting to stop her by grabbing her arm, proving to be unsuccessful as she easily pulled herself from her grip. Any words of objection that Asami voiced went unnoticed, Korra only had one thing on her mind, finding this 'he.' She couldn't believe it when her gaze found the mystery person to whom the voice belonged. "You again?!"
Asami placed herself between the two, facing the girl, "Korra I can explain, this isn't what it looks like—"
"It's not is it?!" She snapped back through gritted teeth. "Because it looks like you got upset—about something that wasn't even my fault—and called your boy toy over here to get back at me!"
Anger filled Asami at the accusation. "What?! Korra that's ridiculous! That's not what he's doing here at all! And I hardly think you're in the position to make those accusations since you're the one who now apparently has a girlfriend!"
In the midst of their arguing the man had made his way over to the two women, sliding his arm around Asami's waist, pulling her closer to him as if to be claiming her. "Wow, wow ladies. Let's calm down." He turned to look at the black haired woman, "You wanna tell me what's going on babe?"
Asami clenched her jaw as she struggled to remove herself from his grasp, "I told you not to call me that."
Korra's hands were now in fists. "Get. Your. Hand. Off. Of. Her."
A smug grin appeared on his face as he released Asami and made his way over to her. Even though he stood a few inches taller than her, forcing her to look up at him, Korra showed no sign of being intimidated. "Calm down kid, as if you could score a babe this fine anyways."
Korra looked around him to Asami, pointing back at the man with her thumb. "Really Asami? This guy?"
Her gaze shifted back to the jerk in front of her as he spoke, "Watch your mouth kid, or—"
"Or what?" She cut him off, not taking any of his shit. "You gonna hit my fist with your face again? Didn't work out so well for you last time."
"The club! I knew I recognized you from somewhere!" His eyebrows shot up as he came to the realization.
A grin crossed Korra's lips, "Not the sharpest tool in the shed are ya?"
"You son of a…" He closed the distance between them further, their faces almost touching, his hands balled into fists as well.
"Or was it the fact that you were basically unconscious on the floor that caused you not to remember?" Korra kept on, the grin on her face still evident.
The tension now filling the remaining space between them was almost palpable, both their stares full of purpose. "I'm gonna beat the shit out of you kid."
"Bring it on douchebag."
"Enough!" Asami finally cut in, sliding an arm into the space between the two, separating them from each other. She didn't look at either of them, "I think it's time you left."
"Yeah, let me throw this trash out for you babe." He reached out to grab Korra, only to find Asami's hand on his forearm, restricting his motion.
She turned to look at the man, "I meant you Ming."
"What?!" Was all he could retort back.
Korra's grin from moments ago morphed into a victorious smile. "You heard her," she motioned to the door with her head, "get the fuck out."
He stared at them for a moment before waving the two women off, walking towards the door as he did. "Pfft, your loss Asami. You're just another pretty face, I could have any girl I want!"
Whatever control Korra had left was running out quickly, disappearing faster and faster with every word that came out of his mouth. She moved to walk towards him, intending on giving him a piece of her mind—with her fists.
Her movement was halted as Asami put a hand up to her chest, staring into her eyes as she spoke, "Leave it alone Korra, he's not worth it."
She sighed in agreement, settling for words instead, "You're all kinds of fucked up if you think her looks are all she is! This woman is caring, smart, funny, amazing and so much more! You should consider yourself lucky that she even allowed you to be in the same room as her you piece of shit!"
"Whatever! Enjoy your evening with the toddler Asami." He walked out slamming the door behind him.
Korra's gaze shifted back to the woman in front of her, focusing on those amazing green eyes as she slowed her breathing back down to normal, calming herself down. She couldn't help but smile as she realized that Asami had chosen her over him—not that it was much of a competition, he was a pompous asshole after all, but the 'victory' brought her happiness nonetheless.
Asami removed her hand from Korra's chest, turning to walk into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. "Wipe that smile off your face, you're not off the hook yet."
Her smile disappeared. Right, you still have some explaining to do… but then again so does she. "I'm not off the hook?! What about you and your boy toy?!"
The older woman slammed the cup down on the counter as she heard the name, turning around immediately to face her student. The look of anger on her face was one Korra had never seen before. You've done it now Korra…
"Do you really think that's what this was?!"
Her confidence was now dissipating, "Well… uh… I mean…"
Asami had zero patience for Korra's mumbling. "I didn't even ask him to come over! He just fucking showed up! And then you came over, and everything just blew up!"
Korra knew she was caught, "I'm sorry… I just assumed…"
"Exactly! You just assumed! You have no right to be upset right now! Especially not after what happened at the competition!" The woman was yelling now, Korra could see she was mentally chiding herself for something. She stared at her, trying to make out what was going on in her teacher's head, standing with anticipation as Asami began to speak.
"Look Korra," She started again in a more relaxed tone, her displeasure still evident, "we're not anything, you're allowed to do whatever you want… I just didn't like seeing it and I—"
Oh fuck no, we've been through this... Korra clenched her jaw. "Oh no you don't! Not this shit again! You know damn well I don't want to be out doing 'whatever I want'!" She said the last part mimicking her teacher's tone. She made her way around the table separating them, closing the distance, "I came here because we are something… because I want to be something… It killed me when I turned around after pushing Ila off of me and not finding you. Do you know how many times I ran around that damn carnival looking for you?"
She saw the anger on her teacher's face dissipate, her eyebrows softened a little and the crinkles between them above her nose disappeared. Cautiously, the woman drew closer to her, tracing her finger up Korra's arm. "So you're not dating her then?"
Whatever anger Korra had melted away as soon as she felt the touch on her bicep. "Are you kidding? I've got my hands full enough with you as it is! And I don't even know what we are yet!"
The corners of those crimson lips turned up, a soft laugh escaping before she pressed them to the tan check in front of her. "You're a dork, you know that?"
Korra snaked her arms around her teacher's waist, bringing their bodies flush together, "a cute dork though right?"
"The cutest." The smile on her face now took on a mischievous form, "We're gonna have to do something about this Ila girl though… I could just fail her."
Korra let out a laugh, "No you're not going to fail her Asami! Besides she's just in a Kuvira-induced delusion, I'll set her straight on Monday."
The mischievous smile changed to a fake pout, "Fine… just don't let her kiss you again."
She couldn't help herself from bringing her lips to meet the crimson painted ones in front of her, "Trust me, yours are the only lips I want."
"Such a charmer." She pecked her student back, "Does this mean I win our little game?"
"What?! No! If anything I won a long time ago!"
The raven haired women pushed in closer, forcing Korra to lean up against the table behind her and grip the edge of it. Asami ghosted her lips over her student's as she traced a line with her finger over the girl's bicep, followed by her abdomen, all the way to the belt of her shorts. The warmth that came along with the touch caused Korra to tighten her grip on the edge of the table as her knees threatened to buckle below her.
Her near loss of balance didn't go unnoticed by Asami, crimson lips made their way past the tanned cheek and closer Korra's ear, "Guess you haven't won just yet…"
Korra could only whimper in response as her teacher's warm breath reached her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "I suppose we'll have to keep playing… careful though Korra, you haven't seen anything yet, I'm just getting started."
Part of Korra couldn't wait to see what other tricks her teacher had up her sleeve, then again she didn't know if she'd be able to handle them either… She couldn't help but bite her lip as the fingers at the hem of her pants retreated. Her eyes opened to find her teacher now turned around fiddling in the cupboard above the counter opposite the kitchen table.
"Hungry?" The older woman asked over her shoulder.
Korra licked her lips as she thought the question might been a sexual innuendo, but the sight of the woman actually pulling out plates made her believe its legitimacy. "Starved."
The seductive smile she was returned proved that the question could have gone either way. Fuck me… she's not getting away with this… two can play at this game…
"What do you want to eat?" Asami asked, now focusing back on the task at hand.
You. "Whatever you want, babe."
Asami turned to face her, noting the sarcasm in Korra's voice as she said the pet name. "You think you're pretty clever eh?"
"Oh I know I'm clever." A lopsided grin formed on her face.
"Well little Miss Clever, how about you make yourself useful and set these out on the table while I prep dinner." She said as she handed the plates to her student. "Cups are over there and the cutlery is in the second drawer to the right of the fridge."
"Yes ma'am." She replied as she moved to where the items were located.
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Dinner was delicious, but having Miss Sato sitting across from her while she ate proved to be quite torturous. She couldn't take her eyes off of her throughout the entire meal, causing her to miss her mouth sometimes, eliciting laughs from the woman across from her.
"Are you done with that?" Asami asked as she leaned over the table, gesturing to Korra's empty plate.
The white blouse she donned was doing nothing to hide what was underneath as her teacher reached for her plate, round pale breasts now visible. Seriously how does she do this every time…
Asami gave her a smug grin, "Korra? Your plate… are you done?"
She had been caught staring yet again… "Oh, uh, yeah," she gulped visibly, "Thank you, it was delicious."
The woman turned towards the counter with the plates in hand, setting them into the sink. Korra watched as Asami slipped out of her blazer, leaving her in nothing but that damn white blouse which hugged her curves so well, revealing all of her form.
Asami glanced over her shoulder and sent the staring girl a wink, causing Korra's jaw to drop. "I can't believe you thought you had won…"
Oh no she fucking doesn't… my turn… Korra stood up from her seat, stepping around the table and across the space between them. She brought one hand to her teacher's waist as the other moved her raven hair across her back over her left shoulder, exposing her neck. The newly uncovered flesh almost begged for Korra's lips, she promptly pressed them to the junction between Miss Sato's shoulder and neck.
Asami leaned into the touch, the warm sensation of Korra's lips sending shivers all over her body, her hands stopping their work and remaining idle on the counter. The kisses made their way up her neck to her ear, where the girl whispered soft words, "What if I let you win? What happens then?"
It was all overwhelming, the sensation of her earlobe being taken between Korra's teeth coupled with the hand moving from her waist, over her abdomen and down to the hem of her skirt where it traced lines below her navel was driving Asami insane. A pale hand swiftly made its way behind Korra's head, long fingers entangling in her short brown hair as a soft moan could be heard from behind her teacher's lips. "You tell me."
The slight tug on her hair as her teacher spoke made something snap within Korra. Something primal, a desire, a need now took her over. There was nothing she wanted more, nothing that would settle the throbbing between her legs besides ravishing the woman in front of her. She quickly turned her teacher around to face her, forcefully pushing her up against the counter as she crashed their lips together. The kiss was hungry and full of want, her tongue gliding over crimson lips seeking entrance, which was quickly granted. Their tongues clashed, moans were let out, hair was pulled and lips were bitten. It was all happening so fast, all that pent-up desire finally forming into something physical.
Korra slid her hands down the backs of her teacher's legs, lifting them up to her hips, hoisting the woman up onto the counter as Miss Sato's arms found themselves around her shoulders. She pressed in further between the woman's legs, causing the skirt she was wearing to ride up her pale thighs. She was certain she could feel warmth radiating from her teacher's core against her abs. This sensation, along with nails lightly scratching her scalp as fingers were once again entangled in her hair, only reconfirmed that Asami wanted this as much as she did. She pulled back, looking into the woman's eyes, noticing the lust in them and the darker shade of green they had become. "Bed." Without waiting for a response, she again brought their lips together as she pulled her teacher off the counter and carried her from the kitchen, through the living room and up the stairs to the bedroom.
The display of Korra's strength as she was carried across the house only made the heat pooling between Asami's legs all that much more intense. She kissed and bit every scrap of flesh she could find on Korra's neck and shoulders as she was brought up the stairs before being thrown onto her bed. Her student was now on top of her, short brown hair tickling her cheeks as their lips were brought together in another heated kiss. She wanted this too, needed this, the feel of Korra's toned arms beneath her fingers coupled with those lips being pushed against hers was overloading her senses. She moved her hands from Korra's arms to her hips under her shirt, her palms finally feeling her bare skin for the first time. Her thumbs on her hip bones, moving to trace that abdominal V. God she has soft skin… She couldn't help herself from sliding her hands upwards, over to Korra's waist, her ribs, stopping when she felt the band of Korra's bra with her index finger. She wanted this so badly, a little further and she'd have those amazing tan breasts in her hands, the ones that Korra's sports bra could barely contain.
And that's when she had to hear it, that annoying little voice in her head that told her right from wrong… fuck, we shouldn't be doing this…
Rather than succumbing to the desire to knead the ample breasts in front of her, she instead brought her hands to Korra's shoulders, somehow finding the strength to push the girl away, breaking their kiss. "Korra wait…"
Korra stared at her with confusion, panting as she looked down at the woman. "What? Why? Did I hurt you?"
"No, no you didn't hurt me," she smiled at Korra's genuine worry, "I just don't think this is a good idea…"
"Oh…" Korra pulled back and climbed off the woman beneath her, sitting cross legged on the bed next to her teacher, looking down at her hands. "Is it... is it me?"
Asami could see the sadness on her student's face. She sat up herself and brought her hand to Korra's cheek, bringing face up so that blue could meet green. "No! God no Korra! I want this so much, trust me."
"Then what is it?" She looked back at her with an arched brow.
"I just can't help thinking that this is wrong somehow…"
"I'm 18 Asami… I want this just as bad as you do."
"I know, but I'm still your teacher… And besides school's nearly done and soon you'll be graduated, then we can do whatever we want."
"You do know who you're talking to right? My patience is essentially non-existent…"
Asami couldn't help but laugh, "I know," she pecked the girl on the cheek, "but I think we should at least try."
"Fine… but if it turns out that we can't wait, you have to admit that I've won."
"Ha!" A devilish grin formed on her lips, "you've got a deal."
"Good." Korra replied as she got up from the bed.
The woman opened her mouth as if to say something, but then quickly shut it, her face soft and almost vulnerable. Korra put a hand on her hip and tilted her head slightly as she looked back at her, as if urging her to say what was on her mind. Asami gave in and hesitantly began to speak, "You can still stay the night… if you want, that is."
She smiled and crawled back over the bed towards her teacher, pecking her on the cheek before resting her forehand against hers. "Don't worry gorgeous, I'm not going anywhere."
Her teacher smiled, Korra didn't know if it was because of the compliment or because of the kiss, but either way she was smiling. "Then why did you get up?"
Korra broke the contact between them, again getting up and making her way to the dresser. "I was just getting up to change, I sleep naked usually you know, but I don't think that would be a good idea given our new agreement…" She pulled the blue RCHS Hockey shirt with her number on it from the drawer and threw it at her teacher.
"Well aren't you a tease." Asami shot back as she easily caught the shirt and began to strip right in front of Korra before putting it on, crawling under the covers in only that and her underwear.
Korra bit her lip as she watched and decided to follow suit, giving the woman a show of her own as she stripped down to her bra and briefs before sliding on one of Asami's tank tops, causing the woman in the bed to go slack-jawed. "Right back at ya."
She joined her teacher under the silk covers, pulling her into her embrace. "Did you at least enjoy the carnival today?"
Asami nuzzled herself into the nook in Korra's shoulder. "All of it except that last little bit, yeah."
"Even the part where I totally beat you at jousting?"
The older woman gave her a soft swat on the arm, "Didn't your mother ever teach you to be humble?"
"Hey ouch! She did, but I'm a slow learner!" She replied as she gave her teacher a kiss on the head. "I will admit though, I was a little upset that you didn't come to the kissing booth."
"Oh I saw you there, but you seemed pretty occupied with a little guy who had a shirt with your number on it. Guess Ila isn't the only one I have to watch out for."
Korra laughed at the comment, "That was Meelo, Principal Tenzin's son."
"That explains why I saw him running around with Jinora earlier in the day. He was preoccupied with something and ran into me, then he told me I was pretty and asked for some of my hair."
"Well then, guess I should be the one watching out for him stealing my girl."
Asami quickly propped herself up on her elbow, giving Korra a smug grin, "Your girl eh?"
Fuck did I actually say that? Shit shit shit… She cleared her throat before stammering to find her words, "Did I say my girl? I just… uh… meant it in the sense that you are a girl… I mean woman… not that you're mine… but you're with me right now… and uhh—"
Crimson lips were swiftly brought to hers, cutting her off. "Dork."
She could feel the blush form on her cheeks. Come on Korra, pull yourself together! *ahem* "So yeah, he wrote my number on his shirt himself after I was named captain at the beginning of the year, Jinora wasn't too happy about it at first but she's over it now. He's super cute though, he comes to all of our home games and even gives me pointers at the end."
She placed a soft kiss on her student's cheek before laying back down, her head back on Korra's chest. "You were adorable with him."
"I used to spend a lot of time with them when I was younger, they're basically like siblings to me now." She explained as she twirled a piece of her's teacher's hair between her fingers.
"You were lucky to have them, I don't have any siblings. I spent most of my time with my parents when I was younger."
"Tell me about them…"
They spent the rest of the night talking about their childhood and the worry they used to put their parents through, trading soft kisses every now and then. Within a few hours sleep was creeping up on both of them, their eyelids closing and limbs heavy. Korra had her arm wrapped up from underneath her teacher, raven hair sprawled out over her chest and jasmine scent filling her nose as her breathing deepened. I could get used to this… The words exchanged between them quickly morphed from coherent sentences to almost incomprehensible mumbles as sleep claimed them both.
