A Legend of Korra Snapfic
Lessons
Part 2
By
Joshua Trujillo
"I can't shake her," Korra huffed as Asami rifled through the clothes. "It's like the little beast knows where I'm gonna be or something."
Korra, for her worries, couldn't as her eyes strayed south to Asami's firm bottom. The taller girl wore a simple flowered dress, instead of her regular tailored suit. She looked more like a girl today and, from where Korra was standing, that wasn't all a bad thing. For herself, she'd chosen a simple pair of tan slacks to go with a blue silk blouse. She hadn't worn the blouse in a year or so and it felt a little tight across her shoulders.
"It's not hard to guess your schedule, Korra," Asami stifled her chuckle.
"Okay Miss Smartie," Korra set her hands at her hips. "What am I doing tonight?"
Asami stopped and swiveled in place, her jade green eyes laughing.
"Assuming that you can pry Mako off of his motorcycle once he's done with work," she began as she tilted her head at the Avatar. "He'll take you to dinner, probably Lan Xiu's. He likes that place, though I think Lan's boy is a little heavy handed with the ninespice. Later, you'll retire back to the townhouse for a little alone time. I know that Bolin is staying the weekend with Chief Bei Fong, so you'll only have to worry about Pabu disturbing you."
Korra got a goofy look on her face as it darkened with a slight blush.
"…I like Lan Xiu's place," she said quietly. "He makes good dumplings."
Asami nodded as she turned back to the rack, "That he does. Would I be right about the rest?"
When no answer came back, Asami slyly smirked and looked over her left shoulder. Korra stood there, her arms folded across her chest and a petulant look on her face.
"Oh, shut up," she growled as her blush deepened.
Asami blew out a bright laugh and fluffed out her hair, noting how Korra watched her.
"Why are we here anyway?" Korra waved her hand around. "It's not like you don't have a tailor…"
Asami looked around. The Secret Garden wasn't exactly tailored ware. She smirked again and held up was either a very emaciated rag or rather thin pair of pink panties. Korra took a step back.
"Come on, Korra," she said. "Mako would probably like these on you. Though, perhaps pink isn't your color. But you're always in blues, so we need to find you another color."
"Mako doesn't care about this stuff!"
Asami stepped up to Korra and quickly set her lips at Korra's ear.
"Yes, he does," Asami purred quietly in Korra's ear. "He definitely liked them on me. Pretty sure he'd like them on you. I know I would like them on you."
Before Korra could react, Asami giggled again and stepped further into the shop. Korra set a hand at her forehead and tried to calm the inner Avatars, who, with little exception, were cheering her on. Korra turned and started. Jinora sat outside the shop on the little bench, her nose in a book. She knew that the girl had tracked her to the shop and really didn't want any explanations to be made, since they would all get back to Tenzin and then where would that go? She jumped as Asami grabbed her elbow.
"Oh!" she spotted Jinora. "Tenzin's oldest! She's your new Sifu, isn't she? To follow us here, she would have to be rather persistent."
"She's a pest," Korra noticed the bag in Asami's hand. "What'd you get?"
"Oh, that's for Mako to find out," she reached over and pecked Korra on her cheek. "And there's stuff for you too."
"Hey!"
But Asami had chuckled as she made her way out the door. Jinora looked up and the two greeted each other. Korra reached up and touched where Asami had kissed her. It tingled. She sighed and went out the door. Jinora turned as her pupil came out the door, looking rather guilty for being caught out. But the girl wasn't here to punish the wayward Avatar. She reached behind her. Korra bowed and started at the book that Jinora shoved at her. She took the book and looked at the name on the inside.
"Is this-?"
"Yup," Jinora smiled. "In order to get your mind right, which is a real essence in airbending, you must calm your mind. For me, it's reading. I know you're not big on reading, but at least General Iroh's pearls of wisdom should give you something on which to meditate."
"The Blank Lotus by Iroh," Asami read over her shoulder.
"Meditation isn't everything for an airbender," Jinora said. "Much as my father would have you believe otherwise. I think that every airbender, including the Avatars, learn to do it a little differently. I think that's true for every Bend. Meditating on what you read is only one small part of my plan."
"You have a plan?" Asami blinked.
"Took me a long time to think one up," Jinora said proudly. "But when I thought about it, it just came to me. For now, Avatar Korra, read."
Jinora reached to the bench, picked up her flying stick and, with little effort, shot off into the distance. Korra looked back to Asami, who shrugged. Neither of them could figure the girl out, or, exactly, how she found them in the middle of the city.