The girl flew across the floor like air, gliding as her feet barely flitted above the surface. Her partner caught her and delicately dipped her so low her head almost touched the clear reflection of the crystal lake they were dancing on.

Asami was transfixed by how synchronized the pair were. Everything one did, the other instantly recognized, changing their form to mirror the others.

The pair wore matching outfits. The girl, a shimmering gown that majestically draped across her porcelain figure as she moved effortlessly around the room. The man, a noticeably tight uniform that did nothing to accentuate his rather portly figure. But it didn't matter. Their harmony was incredible.

The dinner with Bolin and Opal had gone better than Asami could have hoped for. They were the most accepting people in the world and Asami loved them for that. Asami could behave how she wanted with Korra in front of them. They were easy to people to love because they loved other people unconditionally.

Bolin had started living at Air Temple Island again after the war with Kuvira was over, he revealed. He couldn't stop talking about it from the moment they stepped into the car, to the moment they sat down in the restaurant.

"Oh yeah! It's great." He said, once they were all seated. "I've got four little brothers and sisters, one amazing aunt, one grumpy uncle and one amazing girlfriend! What more could a guy ask for? This one time…" Bolin started rambling about something the time Bumi visited and messed around with the kids.

Opal blushed, her face turning to a light shade of pink. "Bolin. Sweetie, stop talking for second and let Korra or Asami talk, please?"

Korra shot Asami a sideways glance and Asami caught her eye. Some things never change,
Asami thought. They burst out into laughter.

"Same old Bolin." Asami approved. Korra could only nod, still laughing.

Bolin sheepishly grinned and shut his mouth.

"Now," Opal said, leaning forward and resting her head thoughtfully on the palms of her hands.

Bolin leaned forward and crocked his head the same way Opal was. He even mimicked her slightly raised eyebrows that she did subconsciously when she looked worried.

Time to get to business. Asami thought, struggling not to laugh again. From the looks of it, Korra was having the same dilemma. Bolin just looked so funny.

"How are you guys doing?" Opal asked in concern, oblivious to the sideshow of her boyfriend. "Have you guys talked to Mako yet?"

Of all their friends, only Mako had taken offense to the relationship Korra and Asami established after Kuvira was finally defeated.

When Asami ran up to the bruised and badly shaken Korra who defeated Kuvira thanks to the help of Asami, Mako, Bolin, Tenzin and so many others, Mako had gotten there first. He ran up to her and hugged her, whispering things in her ears.

Whatever he had said that day still hurt Korra whenever she heard his name.

Korra had shoved him away and grabbed Asami, pulling her so close, the smell of sweat and blood and the wetness of tears combining through their embrace. Then this time, Korra kissed her first.

Asami hadn't known that Korra would have done that in front of everyone else so soon and her heartbeat had quickened as she realized, she didn't care. All that mattered was her friend was still alive and still there for Asami to hold.

When she pulled away, she then realized that everyone was around her. They were all smiling.

"It's about time you two got together!" Varrick, of all people had said to her.

"Aw, that's so cute!" Opal had gushed to her mother Su-yin Beifong who simply was staring dumb-foundedly.

"Haha! I told you Asami liked Korra!" Ikki said to her big sister Jinora who had a huge smiler on her face. "Shh! They're having a moment! Everyone be quiet!" Meelo, the baby brother, interrupted the two.

"Well that's just the perfect ending now isn't it Mako?" Bolin had crossed his arms in satisfaction and looked for his older brother. "Mako?" Mako was gone. He just disappeared.

Asami hadn't seen him since. She missed her old friend and hoped one day he would understand.

Korra tensed.

Oh, no. Asami thought. Why did you have to mention him? She could feel Korra's heartbeat quicken and her blood beginning to boil.

Asami reached under the table for Korra's hand and grabbed it, rubbing the spaces between her fingers, then back again. It alway seemed to calm her.

It worked. Thank God. She could feel Korra exhaling slowly as her anger slowly fell away.

"He's fine." Korra said sharply.

"Oh. Well that's great then!" Opal said, realizing she had touched on a sore subject. "Hey Asami, invented anything cool lately?

Asami internally thanked Opal. She was glad there was something to distract her.

The rest of the dinner carried on peacefully. When it was time to leave, Bolin refused to let anyone else pay then realized he had no money. Opal had shook her head and paid the bill herself.

Opal and Bolin started heading home.

"Well, we're alone now, where to? Maybe now we can finally have some alone time." Korra seductively suggested as she jauntily marched down the street.

"Korra, wait." Asami said. "Don't you want to talk about it?

"Talk about what?" Korra challenged. "There's nothing to talk about."

Asami realized she wasn't going to get anywhere with her.

"Fine then. Let's go, I want to take you somewhere." Asami gave in.

Asami now watched Korra. She seemed peaceful enough, laughing at all the right moments and clapping at the right moments. Something was wrong though. Asami could always tell with Korra.

Asami took her hand and said, "Come with me."

Korra hadn't refused.

They stood alone at the edge of a dock as the calming light of the moon shyly peaked it's head out from beneath the silvery wisps of clouds.

Asami let go of Korra's hand and looked deep in to her eyes. The eyes were the window to the soul and Asami knew something wasn't right. She was still battling her inner demons.

"What's wrong Korra?" Asami asked.

"It's nothing, just let it go." Korra stubbornly said.

Asami took Korra's right hand and placed it on her left hip.

"Asami? What are you doing?"

"Shh." She whispered.

She took Korra's other hand and placed it in her right hand and extended her arm up. She gently placed her left hand on Korra's hip and softly said, "Dance with me."

"Dance? Asami? I don't even know how to.."

God, she was so stubborn. Asami thought.

"Shh!" This time she whispered louder, putting one finger on Korra's lips.

She began to move, slowly twisting her feet and guiding Korra every step of the way. Korra was like a small child, tentatively following the example of the much more experienced Asami. Eventually, her leg crossed Korra's though, as she mistimed it, and they tripped, falling over the deck to land on the white sand. Asami landing on top of Korra.

Korra laughed. It was such an incredibly pure sound. Asami knew she would never tire of it.

"Well, look at our beautiful clothes now, stupid." Korra playfully teased. "It's all dirty."

"It's not the clothes that make you beautiful," Asami assured her, tapping her finger on Korra's nose then up to her forehead. She struggled to get up and fell on her again.

"It looks like we may be stuck Avatar Korra. It seems I can't get up." Asami giggled.

Asami felt air envelope her as Korra created a perfect sphere. All the noise from the busy place that was Republic City shut off. The only thing that mattered was Korra. She could stare at that face forever.

"We still have a dance to finish."