A/N: I'm sorry this took so long. The opening of this chapter might catch you off guard but please stick around for the whole thing.

Asami gasped loudly, trying to catch her breath. Her heart beat rapidly against her chest and her skin was clammy with sweat. Try as she might, she couldn't erase the burning image from her head. The image of a man writhing in agony. The sounds of curdling scream that echoed through the warehouse, begging for it to be over. The gruesome flashback of pupils dilating, eyes bulging out of their sockets before bursting with red. The vivid image of the man she once trusted and the life she had taken haunted her constantly.

Three nights had gone by without Asami getting solid block of sleep; if she were lucky, exhaustion would take her for hour or so. The same nightmare– no, reality would crash down on her, crushing her beneath the weight of her actions, stirring her from her from any form of serenity.

A piercing shriek ripped through the room when a burly hand gripped her forearm.

"Babe, you okay?" a sluggish voice mumbled. Using his free hand, Mako rubbed his eye, trying to adjust to the darkness. Asami wasn't the only one affected by the sleepless nights.

"I'm fine," she answered. Asami allowed lazy arms pulled her back down and nestled into his bare chest. The warmth of his body was one of the only thing she seemed to find comfort in as of late.

"Same dream?" he asked. His rough hands roamed the plane of her back as her heart slowed to a steady pace. She took slow, deep breaths as he worked away taut muscles.

"More like a nightmare," she mumbled out. She looked up at him and placed a small kiss on the side of his jaw. Seconds later another joined a little higher. Mako's bold hands gained courage, shifting from her back to trail lower until the settled on her rear. Soft moans fell from her lips as she nibbled on his earlobe as hands kneaded at her flesh. Asami's mumbles gained volume and when he couldn't take the teasing any longer, he flipped them over. A bold grin spread across his face and took control. Closing her eyes, she let the sensation overwhelm her. It was an easy way to take the edge off. It was the easiest way that she could find any resemblance of peace.

There were worse things than sleeping with a bender. Asami understood it well.

"You know, the match isn't until tomorrow, you don't have to be here," a familiar voice called out, hinted with slight mirth.

"Korra!" Asami snapped to attention and eased the locker door closed. "What are you doing here?" she asked, leaning against the door. Deft fingers fumbled with the lock as nervousness slowly ebbed out of her system. With a smile she greeted the star player.

"Yeah, well, some people wanted me to squeeze more practice time before the big match," Korra grabbed her workout clothes from her locker. She gave the shirt a sniff and her face instantly scrunched in disgust. "Phew, but maybe not." Korra took another whiff, as if the second time it would magically smell better. Asami's face contorted as she watched. The taller girl swiftly backed up against the wall when the garment was offered to her asking if she wanted to share Korra's misery.

"I think I'll pass on this one," she politely declined. Asami slowly sidestepped the proffered uniform, making sure to leave an extra large radius. The stench was already making its way to her and her voice became nasally. "Don't work yourself too hard now. Make sure you wash that before your game on Friday, too."

There was a subtle shift in Korra's expression; her playful look turned into something almost disappointed but Asami didn't allow herself to dwell on it before taking her leave. She was not going to allow herself to get wrapped into being the team's laundry girl as well.

The warmth of the sun and white noise from the people around her allowed her to relax. Energy and life buzzed in the air and it provided Asami with a temporary peace of mind. Laughing children, gossiping mothers, and chirping birds lulled her into a much-needed nap.

"You look comfortable," Asami heard a voice call out to her and she could only respond with a groan in protest. "Someone who's worth so much probably shouldn't be just lazing out in public like this," the voice added playfully.

"I can take care of myself," the heiress mumbled back in response, recognizing the voice instantly. "What are you doing here?" she questioned. A curious eye peeped out under heavy lids and watched as the girl slumped to the ground at her side. She couldn't seem to get rid of the girl and was starting to think that she was stalking her.

"I could ask you the same thing," Korra crossed her hands behind her head. "Shouldn't you be doing some paperwork or whatever you're always running around doing?"

"Shouldn't you be doing some world-saving or whatever you're always running around doing?" she retorted with a scoff.

"Touché, Ms. Sato. Touché." The air was electrified with the avatar's hearty laugh.

Watching the serene look on Asami's face, it took less than a minute for Korra to give in and fold her arms behind her head to assume the same position. Exhaustion was quickly catching up to her and decided a short catnap in the sun probably wouldn't kill anybody and just as she started to relax, she heard shifting coming from her right.

Lazy blues watched as Asami sat up to peel off her jacket and fold it into a crisp square. Placed at the base of the tree she turned into a makeshift pillow. Korra's halfhearted glance turned curious as Asami got comfortable. She had to admit, she was a bit envious, it wasn't as if she could just take off her shirt and do the same. Korra's pout morphed into a grin and Asami let out a loud "oomph" when Korra plopped her head on the girl's stomach.

After the initial shock, the equalist couldn't muster the energy to complain. Asami's fingers found their way to Korra's locks, as if it were second nature. With the new attention on her, Korra stiffened, self-conscious at the mess her hair was probably in after practice. She knew the state that it was in, oily and knotted, could not hold a candle to the perfection that is Asami Sato's hair yet, somehow, Asami seemed to pay it no heed.

The soothing gesture lulled her in and out of consciousness. Thoughts drift back to when young Asami tried to teach Korra how to braid her hair. She recalled her fierce determination to make sure Korra had perfected it before she would let it go. It was quite amusing how the timid girl would get so frustrated at how Korra could "beat up all the bad guys" but no matter how hard she tried, couldn't manage to do a simple braid.

One thought drifted into another. Was Asami like this with all of her friends? Did she run her hands through Bolin's messy mop, or was it only an action reserved for her girl friends? Is this how all girls hung out together? Now that they were friends, were they supposed to gossip about the cutest boy as they tried the latest hairstyles? Korra imagined that she was getting a small look into her domestic life with Mako. He probably would come home from work or practice and lie in her lap and complain about his day.

For the briefest of moments, Korra had wished it could be her instead. She dismissed it just as quickly.

A sense of sadness tugged at her chest as she wondered what kind of woman Asami had grown up to be. The quiet, timid little girl had given into a confident, bold woman. The shy no longer had to fight off boys for their relentless remarks, but instead had deal with the influx of date offers. She had lost her baby cheeks that once gave her a gentle look but traded it for breathtaking beauty.

A small hum escaped Korra's lips as she leaned into Asami's relaxing touch, thoroughly enjoying the fingers combing through her bangs. Though she briefly tried, she could not fight the pull of slumber.

As Korra drifted away, placid greens watched as children ran through the park. A group of boys ran from a tiny girl, crying for her not to spread her cooties. Turtle ducks wadded in the shallow waters of a nearby pond. An odd pair of ladies sat on her favorite bench, sitting maybe just a little too close to be platonic. A sudden realization rushed over Asami as she was suddenly aware of the position she was in. Her hands took it upon themselves to start braiding one of Korra's wolf tails and she quickly undid her work before anyone could take notice. She groaned internally. Contrary to what Korra believed, they were not friends. They were on opposite sides of the same war and she could not afford fraternize with the enemy. Lives were on the line. It was a fact that she had to remind herself often.

A small grumble came from Korra's lips the second the soothing patterns had stopped. She cracked open an eye to see Asami's incredulous look.

"You okay?" she mumbled as she sat up.

"Yeah, but it's getting late," Asami said as she excused herself. "We're supposed to meet the boys in an hour so we should probably head back."

"Ugh, right. For practice. Again. Because we don't do that enough" Korra complained and made no motion to get up from her spot.

"Don't you want to win?" Asami asked with raised eyebrows. The slight pause gave Korra away. "You don't want to win."

"No, I mean, no of course I do," Korra sat up and turned her back to the other girl. She stretched in her spot a bit. "I'm just so–"

"So...?"

"So tired. All of the time. I'm always at practice, or training, or a meeting, or a raid, or whatever someone has planned for me. I never get time to just rest. I've had a packed schedule since I got here over two months ago. Can't I–" Korra paused in her rant, her eyebrows creased in defeat. "I just need a break, you know?"

"Then take one." Asami shrugged with a sly smile.

"Right, yeah, sure," Korra audibly scoffed at the idea. "Like I'd be able to get away for more than an hour without being spotted."

"It's easy," Asami added with a nonchalant shrug. Asami understood her predicament more than Korra could ever imagine. If Korra wanted to give someone the slip, Asami was the best person she could turn to.

Korra raised both brows curiously when a mischievous grin spread across Asami's face.

"Follow me."

It didn't take much to sneak onto the docks and take one of Future Industries private jet boats. Sure, they nearly got caught twice but with careful dodging and a white lie, they were sailing through clear waters in no time. Korra leaned back comfortably in leather seat. Wind whipped through her hair and welcomed the comforting smell of the sea air.

"I take it you do this often," Korra yelled over the roaring engine with a smile.

"Hm?" Asami angled her head to hear more clearly while keeping her eyes forward. It didn't help.

"You do this often?" Korra yelled louder.

"Not so much anymore," Asami laughed as she slowed the cruiser once they were a safe distance from the coast. "Whenever I got into an argument with my dad or just didn't want to go into work, I'd take a day or two off."

Korra cocked her head to the side. It took a moment before she guffawed and slapped her knee in complete disbelief. "So Miss Perfect has a rebellious streak, does she?"

Asami wanted to scoff at the 'Miss Perfect' snide but settled for rolling her eyes; she was used to the presumption everyone had of her. Prissy, beautiful, elegant, rich girl, right? "You know, if you have a problem with it, you could just swim back to the harbor," Asami offered through grit teeth. Her grip tightened around the wheel and her eyes focused solely on their destination.

The waterbender noted that she had hit a nerve and opened her mouth to apologize but the words died in her throat and she let the guilt eat away at her instead. Korra knew she wasn't very eloquent and didn't want to dig herself into a deeper grave.

There was a thick air around them for the remaining journey. The short 10 minutes dragged on as Korra stole glances, trying to figure a way to apologize. Hands gripped at the ends of her sash as her mind struggled.

"There shouldn't be anyone else here," Asami stated as she docked the cruiser. It only took one look at Korra's forlorn expression for her any lingering hostility to drain out of her. With a softened expression and a slight smile, Asami lead them to a small beach house.

"Asami, wait, I want to just say that I'm s–"

"I know. It's fine," Asami said as she held the door open. "Forget about it. We're here to relax." The shift in Asami's smile to something genuine set Korra at ease.

"You know, this isn't exactly what I had in mind," Korra shifted uncomfortably on the bench, taking side-glances at the girl 'relaxing' next to her. Asami's bathing suit left little imagination. Creamy legs seemingly stretch for miles before being covered by skintight fabric at her upper thigh. Her bare upper back soaked up the sun's warmth and her hair was tied to the side. Everything about Asami was natural and at peace.

Korra, on the other hand, couldn't sit still. She kept her legs crossed, trying to hide as much skin as she could from the curious eyes that hid behind a large pair of sunglasses. The heat and exposure were having the opposite affect that it was having for Asami. Sweat started to bead up on Korra's forehead and she looked at the shore longingly. The girl's fidgeting didn't go unnoticed and Asami perched her glasses on the top of her head as she sat up.

"You can go in the water, you know."

"Really?" Korra asked excitedly. She jumped to her feet and reached for Asami's wrist. "What're we waiting for?"

"Uhh..." Asami paused. "You can go in the water. I'm going to stay right here."

"What, you can swim?" Korra asked jokingly. An awkward moment passed between them before she broke the silence. "Wait, oh man, you can't swim?"

Coming from a water tribe, it had never really occurred to her not everyone knew how to swim. Some babies at the Southern Water Tribe knew how to swim before they could even run. "I could teach you," Korra offered.

"I know how to swim." Asami snapped defensively. It wasn't a complete lie. She could float around in a pool. Pools were so much better, in her opinion. They were always in a closed, controlled atmosphere with no animals that could swallow her whole or tides to take her out to sea. "I just, I don't feel like it."

Korra didn't have to be an expert on body language to know that Asami's crossed arms meant she was not going to budge. The gears in her head started to turn as a plan formulated.

"Korra?" Asami's called out as Korra walked away. She was unsettled by the sly grin on her face. "Korra, where are you–"

"Korra!" Asami cried out loud. Tables overturned as she scrambled out of her chair trying to get away, doing her best to escape the impending disaster.

Korra ran at her at full speed. There was a smug grin was on her face as a torrent of seawater trailed behind her. Since she couldn't bring Asami to the water, she was determined to bring the water to her. It really wasn't long before Asami found herself sitting on her rear, drenched head-to-toe. Her locks curtained her face.

"Five."

Korra almost didn't hear her speak; her laughter drowned everything out.

"Four."

"What was that?" Korra asked as she wiped the tears at the corner of her eyes.

"Three." Asami's eyes locked onto hers before narrowing.

"Two," she continued.

Korra quickly stood straight before darting back in the opposite direction. She didn't know what Asami had in store for her but she did know she didn't want to stick around to find out.

"ONE." Asami yelled as she followed closely behind. "Get back here, Avatar Korra!"

"Try and make me!" Korra called back at her.

Determined to make her eat her words, the non-bender widened her stride. She was inches away from grabbing Korra's arm when she was pushed back by a wave. In their chase, Asami didn't notice how close to the shore they had gotten but she wasn't going to let it deter her from her mission.

Luckily, Asami had a slight upper hand. She was a slightly faster and the distance between the two shrunk again. Right when her prey was within reach again, she was tripped by the tide.

"Quit cheating!" Asami called out, realizing that it was Korra's doing.

"I'm not cheating! You're faster than me!" Korra shouted back once there was a safe distance between the two.

"It's not my fault I'm faster than you!"

"It's not my fault I'm a waterbender!"

"Why you little–" Asami mumbled under her breath.

"What was that?" Korra cupped her ear in Asami's direction.

Whenever presented with a good opportunity, Asami would not think twice about leaping at it. This time, it was a little too literal and she tackled the shorter girl into the ground.

"Not so smug now, are you?" she asked as she wrestled Korra at the shoreline. No matter how much she tossed and turned, Korra couldn't get out of the other girl's grip. Realizing the futileness of struggling, she stopped resisting.

"Someone needs to wash that grin off your face," Korra teased. With a flick of her wrist, a wave came crashing over Asami and knocked the girl from her perch. Quickly reversing positions Korra sat on Asami's waist.

Asami was still trying to catch her breath after being caught off guard. Trying her best to buck Korra off of her, she shifted in protest, making it uncomfortable for Korra to remain still.

"Stop that." Korra grabbed her wrists and pinned them down next to her head. Their faces to aligned. Her squirming eventually stopped when Asami had no leeway. "Will you behave?" A sharp jaw tightened and eyes narrowed. "I didn't hear a 'yes,'" Korra teased.

A shiver shot down Asami's spine when Korra's breath tickled at her ear. Thighs held down her waist and arms pressed against hers. She let out a grunt and shifted again, but this time for a completely different reason. Asami smirked. If Korra wanted to play it that way, she was going to win.

Tipping her chin up so her lips could brush up against Korra's ear, Asami whispered. "Why would I move? I finally have you right where I want you." Korra's brows scrunched in confusion at her words. Her grip on Asami's wrists slacked as she processed them. "Do you really want me to behave?" Asami pushed.

With that, Korra flushed and jolted off of her. "I didn't mean it like that!" Korra raised her hands to show her innocence, nearly tripping on her feet as she backed away.

Asami was shell-shocked; she wasn't expecting such a dramatic response. It took all of two seconds before she burst out laughing. Korra was a lot more innocent that she had initially pegged her. Asami brushed off the sand from her back and legs before walking over to the still blushing avatar. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to–"

"No, no! It's alright!" Korra spat out, still unable to look Asami in the eye, cheeks still flushed. Her hand rubbed the back of her neck. Her shyness was adorable.

When Korra wouldn't look at her, Asami had known she had messed up. Things were awkward and she knew that she would have to do something thing to take her mind off of the situation. Resigned eyes turned toward the beach and she sighed internally.

The shore was calm and the slowly setting sun reflected peacefully off the surface. It wasn't that Asami hated the water per se, it was just something that she didn't enjoy. Every couple months, she'd hear about another person getting lost at sea or about some strange creature washing up on shore. She debated the odds of something happening to her. Taking into account the number of odd sightings, the number of missing persons, and the annual death count, she concluded that it was irrational to believe something would happen to a responsible adult when staying close to shore. Steeling her will, Asami moved a couple of feet into the water.

This isn't so bad, Asami thought as the waves washed up against her torso. The cold water took a few seconds to get adjusted to and as she called Korra to join her, she was toppled over by a wave.

"Asami?!" Korra cried as she dashed to the spot where she had last seen the girl. Eyed darted frantically about as they scanned the horizon. The seconds felt like lifetimes and Korra was about to push back the shore when she saw Asami breach a few feet away from her.

"Are you alright?" Korra asked with worry as she swam her way over. Korra let out a yell of her own when Asami's hands suddenly gripped at her shoulders. Legs wrapped around her torso just as quickly. Asami was using the sturdy body as an anchor so she wouldn't be taken by the rip current again. Korra wrapped an arm around the girl to help support her as her free hand busied itself by picking the seaweed out of her tresses. "Hey, it's alright. I got you."

The words fell on deaf ears but once Asami calmed, her grip loosened and she moved to stand on her two feet. Korra's cheeks puffed out, trying to stifle a laugh when she saw her face, or more specifically, what was on her face. The chuckle added to Asami's embarrassment and she wished that she had just drowned instead. With a small tickle, Korra coaxed a small purple pentapus to release its grip on Asami's cheek.

"You picked up a hitchhiker there," she said with a gentle laugh and tossed the bugger back into the water.

Asami's hand quickly moved to massage the spot she knew she was sporting a few red dots.

"Did you ever hear about Avatar Aang and–" Korra was cut off when Asami's eyes bulged. "What? What's wrong?" she asked, the worry in her voice matching Asami's panic.

"SOMETHING JUST TOUCHED ME."

"Alright, Princess. Let's go." Korra rolled her eyes and turned her back toward the other girl. She crouched slightly and held her arms out to offer a ride back to shore. Asami narrowed her eyes at the comment and as she was about to refuse but ended up jumping right on. Something had touched her again.

With ease, Korra lifted the girl and carried her back towards safety.

"As I was saying, once, Aang and all his friends were stuck in Omashu. Sokka got a pentapus stuck on his face and was covered in red spots. Since they couldn't find another way out of the city, then they came up with a plan to use it to trick the guards.

"You see, at the time, the city was captured by the Fire Nation. They held everybody hostage and to lead the civilians out of the gates, Team Avatar told the guard that they had this highly contagious disease called 'pentapox.' It was only by using the red marks that the pentapii left that they were all able to escape."

"Didn't Avatar Aang knock out all the guards to lead the civilians out through the sewers?" Asami asked. Although it had been a while since she read about the Omashu Resistance, she as pretty confident that what Korra had said was not what she had learned in school.

Korra tilted her head and raised a brow at the other girl. She felt relief when the high tension from the body behind her seemed to have left.

"Where'd you hear that?" she asked curiously.

"That's what we learned in our history classes," Asami responded. "Councilman Sokka had mapped an escape route as Katara took the lead. Chief Beifong and Avatar Aang held off the guards until everyone was safely on the other side."

"No, no, no," Korra shook her head and laughed. The warmth from the sound reverberated through Asami. She settled against the girl and rested her chin on her shoulder as she got comfortable. Neither of them had noticed that they were already out of the water. "Toph wasn't even with them yet. Aang was still looking for an earthbending master so he was actually there to ask Bumi."

A hum of fascination escaped Asami's lips. She pictured how Avatar Aang and his friends traveled around the world. Asami always had a wild imagination but she could never picture herself living out of the city. Camping on the ground, flying on a bison, more or less living with friends. It was a strange idea.

Talking to Korra, she got behind-the-scenes with insider information. She had never seen historical figures as normal people too, just people she read about in book. "Do you talk to Aang often?" she asked.

"Actually, it was Sokka who told me about that," Korra said with a small laugh. "He had all these wacky and funny stories that he would tell. Some of them were so hard to believe but I could never tell if he was making it up or not.

"It's crazy, isn't it? That Aang was only twelve years old when he saved the world. He did so much by the time he was my age and I still can't even talk to him, let alone get out a single puff of air."

"Still?" Asami asked nonjudgmentally. Korra squatted to let Asami off her back but when she made no motion to move, she just sat on the warm sand.

"It just doesn't make any sense to me. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get it." Korra let out a bitter laugh. "Do you think I'm going be the first avatar to not bend all the elements?"

"You'll get it," Asami reassured without hesitation. "You can't rush yourself. It has to come from you. You need to find peace. Be flexible."

Thin arms moved from around Korra's shoulders to rest loosely around her waist instead. A sense of familiarity rushed through the bender when she felt a warm cheek rest against her back. Slim fingers made their way to Korra's wrists and Asami pressed her thumbs gently against her pulse. Finding solace in the strong heartbeat beneath her fingers, Asami kept them there. Blue eyes watched curiously.

"You sound like Tenzin," Korra resigned. She'd heard the speech dozens of times, twice a day if she was having a particularly bad one. It wasn't like she really had the time since she was running around the city. She couldn't find peace either since there was too much cluttering her mind. Freedom was out of the question. She was basically imprisoned at Air Temple Island. She even still had that stupid curfew.

Small puffs of warm breath pulled Korra out of deep thought; sometime during her inner monologue, the gentle massage had stopped and Asami had drifted off. There was a rush of awareness of how physical they were being. Korra's hands moved to rest gingerly atop of Asami's as they kept her in reach. Tickles sent chills down her spine whenever soft lips brushed against her bare back.

There wasn't really much more that Korra could've asked for – the warmth from the setting sun, the company of a lost friend, the overbearing responsibilities temporarily lifted. A gentle smile settled on Korra's face as she allowed herself the moment. Regardless of what Tarrlock, Lin Beifong, Tenzin, or even the Fire Ferrets said, she more than deserved it.

"Wake up," Asami whispered into Korra's ear. The sun had set and the air was chilly. Asami was ducked low but no longer in her position behind her. Flashlights darted across the beach and the clanking of metal armor could be heard from the Republic City Police Department. "We have company."

Korra took a few moments to get her bearings, instantly calming once she realized where she was. She tossed Asami a confused look.

"Looks like not everyone was happy about you taking the day off" Asami whispered.

The pair kept their bodies low to the ground as they made their way across the shore. Things were going smoothly and just as they were mere yards from the beach house, a beam of light shined straight at them.

"Hey, you. Get back here!" an officer called out.

"Run," Asami whispered. The beach house they were using was surrounded by the police and there was no way they could get in unnoticed. Korra whipped up a sandstorm to hide their escape and they darted out toward the pier instead.

Korra was making her way to the boat and readied herself to knock the unsuspecting guards out of her way. As took a firm stance and brought to her arms to her side, Asami's grip tugged her sharply. Taken by surprise, she was unable to complete the motions and was inches from falling face first into the sand.

"What was that for?" Korra whisper yelled.

"If you take them out, they'll all know where we are," Asami responded in like. "Wait until they clear the area."

Korra huffed and wanted to protest but couldn't find a fault in the logic. The two peered from behind a large shipping container as the search continued.

Asami's concentration was broken when she was pushed back. "HEY!" Asami shouted before shushed by Korra's hand. On reflex, Asami twisted the hand off of her but it was quickly replaced with the other. She couldn't put up much of a fight when she was sandwiched between Korra's body and the metal crate.

"Be quiet," Korra breathed into her ear. Alert eyes watched lights as they combed through the darkness.

Asami's chest was pounding. The adrenaline pumped through her veins and would not steady. The helplessness she felt from being caught off-guard was overshadowed by an unfamiliar feeling. With Korra's arms on either side of her and her face so close that she could feel calmed breaths tickling at her ear, she felt trapped.

Seconds passed and the more Asami had thought about it, the more she felt that "trapped" wasn't an appropriate word. The connotation of unease didn't quite fit what she felt. There was no sense of impending doom or claustrophobia. She racked her mind for a moment, trying to place the feeling.

Safe.

For once, Asami felt safe. For once, someone had her back.

Seriousness washed off Korra's face and she turned to Asami with a crooked grin. "They're gone."

Although Korra's body was no longer pressing up against Asami's, there wasn't a significant distance between their faces. Mesmerized, focused emeralds could not tear away from the playful grin. Slowly, the smile started to fade and her attention was moved to concerned blues.

"Are you alright?" Korra asked. Her voice was tinged with concern. She took a step closer. "Asami?"

Asami's gaze darted back down to the moving lips and watched as their faces inched together. Korra's voice made Asami squirm in her spot. Despite the chilly air and the heartening look, she felt queasy. She quickly turned her head and Korra took a huge step backward.

"We should get going," Asami declared. Her voice was firm and left no room for argument. "Mako's probably worried, too."

"Yeah, right. Definitely." Korra fought against her warm cheeks and turned away. Her hand found the back of her neck as she rubbed it nervously. Brows scrunched as she stole one last glance.

A/N: Alright. So, it's been a really long time since I updated this and this chapter was kind of practice to get back into writing. There wasn't much plot development but I hope you liked the all the fluff. I'm sorry if it seemed rushed but I'm really out of practice.

For those of you upset about the Mako thing, I'm sorry. I felt it needed to be put in. Asami went through a lot and needs constant reassurance that she is alive and the people around her are as well. Hence, Korrasami fluff as well.

The next chapter should be a bit more eventful though so if you found this chapter boring, I want to apologize again!

Also, I don't know why but the line breaks only work like 50% of the time. Sorry. I can't figure out why so if it was a bit confusing and there was a blank space, I probably intended on there being a break there.