Chapter Two:

Korra:

Korra knew they had to discuss whatever this was, but she had no idea what to actually say to the girl currently occupying her corporeal form. Really, what could she say? Should she start by apologising for taking over Asami's body? Follow up by telling her how she's waited so long to get inside of her? I never meant like this, mind you. And perhaps finish by letting Asami know it could be worse. She could have swapped with Bolin. She shook her head to rid herself of her current thought trajectory. Korra knew Asami probably wouldn't appreciate any of that.

The truth being, the Avatar had no clue what was happening. She didn't know why this was occurring or even how, thus could not suggest a way forward. As time marched on, Korra racked her brain for an explanation but only drew blanks. Maybe I should compliment her again...

Asami, seemingly recovered from her mini breakdown, was the first to offer any input. "It's obvious you have just as much information as I do on this situation," Korra raised both brows, silently asking why Asami would think that, "I can tell by your face."

"You saying I have a stupid face?" Korra questioned.

"What, no-"

"Because you're basically insulting yourself. I have you face now, remember."

"That's not what I was say-"

"You should really love yourself. I happen to think you have quite a nice face." The Avatar once again interrupted. Asami could feel a blush creep up her skin and hoped Korra's darker skin would hide it. I am so suave. Look out Republic City. "Are you blushing?"

"No, shut up."

Korra grinned at her denial. Aw, she's adorable when she blushes! Or when I blush... I think I'm starting to have a crush on myself... I'm turning into Bolin!

Asami quickly moved the conversation along, lest Korra tried to embarrass her further, "As I was trying to say, it's been at least 10 minutes since you suggested we talk about this. I think that maybe we should ask T-"

"No!" Korra interrupted, already knowing how Asami was going to finish that sentence. "We need to keep it quiet. No one can know," the Avatar all but begged.

"Korra, I don't think-"

"Asami please, no one can know. Tenzin would no doubt blame me for this – even though I didn't do anything – and I'd much rather not have to meditate on why I should 'take my duty seriously' or how the 'avatar is supposed to protect the people, not steal their bodies'. Do you know how boring meditation is?" Korra grumbled. No doubt he will think I'm doing this as a way to skirt my responsibilities as avatar, she mentally added.

Seeing doubt still written across her face, Korra sighed, "Please promise me you will keep this between us? I just think it will be better this way." The Avatar prayed her feeble pleading would be enough to sway the businesswoman. She knew Asami would not understand the real reason.

"I think people will start to suspect, Korra. They'll wonder why we're behaving differently," Asami reasoned.

"That's why we'll have to act like each other, duh. All my practice is going to come in handy, finally!"

Asami squinted her eyes at the Avatar, "What practice?" she asked slowly.

"I used to do it when we first met. Here, I'll show you but I may be a little rusty as it's been a while," the Avatar said, much too joyfully for Asami's taste. Korra raised the pitch of her voice and proceeded to do her best imitation she could muster of the engineer, "Future Industries, close project coordination, years of development, it must be the sleeve valve." Korra smiled to herself, I still got it.

Asami was not amused.

"I do not sound like that! When have you ever heard me say any of that!" the affronted woman screeched. Korra shrugged, she knew it was believable. "And why did you change your pitch, you literally have my voice!"

Korra once again shrugged, "I don't know, habit. I'm used to having my own and as yours is higher, I always had to raise mine." She noticed the murderous look on the other girl's face, abort mission! Abort!, her brain screamed at her andshe hastily added, "But you're my best friend and I love you now, so it's okay." To secure the engineer's agreement, she schooled her face into the best pout she could muster, crossing her fingers and praying it would work. Please don't let her beat me.

Asami

When Asami agreed to discuss what was happening, she should have expected Korra to follow up with nothing, after all the Avatar did have a tendency to act without thinking ahead and it didn't take a genius to see the girl was struggling to find a start.

The engineer had already come to terms with switching bodies, accepting that no amount of feelings could change the situation. She needed the outburst to process it all; it put into perspective that emotions would do nothing to help and they needed rationality. Korra on the other hand was ruled by emotions, a fact Asami both envied... yet did not. The CEO longed for the exuberant passion and drive Korra possessed, but knew that wearing her heart on her sleeve would be dangerous. She lived in a pond full of sharks, disguised in business suits, all sniffing for blood. Her blood. She had worked hard to dredge her company back up from the abyss and one mistake, one lapse in judgement, could send it spiralling her father was branded a traitor and imprisoned, she vowed to stop trusting so blindly, to have logic take precedent over emotions. It is how she would stay on top. Show no weakness. Rule by logic. It had become a mantra.

However, that did not the fascination of watching the expressions which danced across the Avatar's face. Even though it was her own body portraying them, she could still identify each one; fear, confusion, amusement and... lust? Surely I am imagining that. Asami blinked and as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, Korra's face morphing back into one of uncertainty.

After allowing the bender a few more minutes to contemplate ideas, she settled on suggesting the most rational next step: ask for help. Logic dictates that to progress they would need to find the root of the cause and as neither of them had any knowledge on the situation; the best option would be to find someone who does.

Korra apparently disagreed.

The Avatar started protesting the very notion of asking for help, except the engineer was not convinced by Korra's reckoning. Meditation isn't that bad. Her face betrayed that she was keeping something hidden, yet Asami did not pry. Desperation, but for what? Something was telling her she would find out soon enough.

When Korra decided to make her impersonations known, the manufacturing tycoon was none too pleased. She wasn't sure if she should be insulted by the voice or be impressed that the Water Tribe girl even knew of a sleeve valve. She settled on insulted. I do not sound like that! she screamed both inside and out.

Korra, sensing Asami's impending scolding and a rebuke to her protests, she quickly interrupted "But you're my best friend and I love you now, so it's okay."

Asami's face softened. Like Korra, Asami never had many girl – or even boy – friends growing up. Having spent the majority of her childhood learning to take over her father's corporation, she never had time to form interpersonal bonds. Instead she had associates; contacts only kept to one day further her own gain. I have her now, her mind supplied. Asami cherished her companionship with Korra; within her she had found a family and a home. She would do anything for her. And that damn pout.

With a sigh, the engineer agreed to Korra's request but under one condition: if they haven't figured out how to reverse whatever this was by week's end, Korra had to ask Tenzin for help. Rule by logic. It was a compromise; she was yielding to her mantra, yet able to placate her friend.

Korra squealed in joy, happy she had won the girl over and wouldn't have to get a scolding from the Air Master. Asami, however, was less enthused. One side of her was pleased to be able to elicit such a reaction from her friend, the other half criticised her for not abiding by logic. Have I made a mistake? After all they did not know the true effects of the body swap; for all they knew it could become permanent the longer it was left.

Before she could change her mind, Asami was suddenly pressed closely against Korra and her internal war halted. The Avatar, in all her relief, had grappled the engineer into a tight hug. As the now taller girl whispered into her ear, thanking her for being such a good friend, Asami had never felt more at ease, even with the situation she found herself in. Her mind travelled back to a few minutes prior when Korra left her blushing and her inside started to warm. Never had she had someone so sincere in her life; everyone wanted something from her. Everyone except Korra. Definitely not a mistake.

AN: So for the time being I've decided to keep chapters short as I'm battling three essays, two presentations and motocross practice. This way I can at least update small parts of the story at a time, instead of leaving it weeks to get a decent sized chapter done. As soon as the term settles down, I'll start increasing the lengths. Again, sorry for mistakes!