Hello everyone! For this chapter, I somewhat combined both the "Future AU" and the "Superhero" prompts, though in a bit of a different way from what most might expect/consider. I hope you enjoy it!
Also, I didn't think to do this before hand, but I forgot to trigger warn this. There is smut in this chapter, as well as graphic depictions of war violence. If you would like a quick description of what happened in this chapter, please see the end.
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"Korra?" A voice whispered to her.
She opened her eyes to see Asami shaking beside her, cheeks and nose red.
"I'm cold," she murmured, shrinking into herself to conserve her heat. "It's making it hard to sleep."
Korra smiled. "Well, here: take more of the pelt. It'll help." She wrapped Asami up in the fur until almost every inch of her body was covered.
The corners of Asami's lips lifted into a grateful grin. She melted into Korra's side and curled up into her. "Is it always this cold here?"
She shook her head. "Not always. This is actually isn't even the coldest it gets."
"How did you survive?"
Korra laughed and pulled Asami closer. "You know me; I'm always hot."
"Yes, you are," Asami smirked. She pushed herself up to her knees and kissed Korra, crawling into her lap in the process. She settled and kissed her lips again. Then, she buried her cold nose into Korra's neck. "I'm glad you're back," she whispered, a tremble in her voice and her hands.
Korra rubbed Asami's back. "Me, too."
They separated and looked into each other's eyes, which were full of relief, exhaustion, love, and pain. They shared a slow, tender kiss before Asami nestled back into Korra.
Asami rested her cheek on Korra's chest and listened to her heart thrum around. The rise and fall of her lungs was soothing, bringing her closer and closer to sleep.
Korra played with Asami's hair, something that she never thought she would miss so much during her time in the war. She planted a soft kiss on Asami's forehead, taking in her flowery scent as she did so.
"Asami," she whispered, like she was under a spell.
Because she was.
"I missed you so much," she continued, caressing her girlfriend's hair. "And I love you, so much."
Their eyes locked.
Their lips met again.
And again.
And again.
Korra felt her face flush with each repetition.
When Asami finally pulled away, Korra remembered how to breathe.
"I love you, too," Asami whispered in her ear. "And I missed you," she added, lips close to her lobe, "so, so much." She skimmed the ridge of Korra's ear with her lips and gave it a gentle tug with her teeth.
Korra suppressed a moan and turned her head, granting Asami more of her skin.
Asami kissed her way down from Korra's ear lobe to the crook of her neck. She spent quite a bit of time there. She kissed, from soft touches to more passionate ones. Her tongue interjected at times, flicking against Korra's tan skin between the kisses and the soon-to-be nibbles.
Korra squirmed underneath her. Her nails dug into Asami's back.
Asami started rotating her hips against Korra's. Her hands wandered down to Korra's breasts and massaged them.
This brought out a deep moan from inside Korra's chest. She arched into Asami and scratched her way down her back to her hips. She squeezed them as they circled against her. Every inch of her body felt hot. The pulsing between her legs grew with the wetness.
"A–sami," Korra muttered, taking deep, panting breaths.
Her hands found Asami's hair the second she started sucking on her skin. She pulled her closer, wanting more, needing more, needing their bodies to have nothing between them, needing Asami's tongue to continue tracing the same patterns against her skin as her fingers were to her nipples, needing Asami's scent and her moans and her touch, just needing Asami.
Asami slid her hands down Korra's chest and to her sides, her skating fingernails sending shivers up Korra's spine. She found the hem of Korra's shirt and slipped underneath it.
Korra tensed to the cold of Asami's skin for just a moment until the heat from her own took over. She arched into Asami's palms when they burrowed under her bra and played with her nipples directly.
To this, she moaned, throwing her head back while she did so.
"Keep going," she whispered, her tone anything but short of begging. It had been too long since she had been touched, too long since she got to feel the sensations of Asami's clever hands.
Too long since she got to feel loved.
Asami sat up, allowing the fur to slide down her shoulders to her gyrating waist. She tugged Korra's shirt upward, signaling her desire to remove it.
Korra allowed it and straightened off the bed to assist.
She pulled Korra's shirt off and tossed it behind her, wasting no time in going for Korra's bra. She unclipped it with one hand. It, too, went to the floor.
"Fuck," Korra moaned, her head falling back and her hands digging into Asami's hair to push her closer into her breast.
Asami's tongue circled around her nipple while the rest of her mouth sucked. One of her free hands teased the opposing breast while the other danced its way down Korra's front. It played with her waistband. Her hips continued to grind into Korra.
The throbbing was taking over. Korra was sure she was starting to soak through her pants, despite their heavy nature for the cold. Her leg twitched on occasion and she held her breath every time Asami's fingertips grew close to penetrating the barrier to her underwear.
"Asami," she mumbled in panting desperation. "Fuck me," she whispered, tightening her hold on Asami's head. "Fuck me."
In an instant, Korra was on her back. The fur was long abandoned to the floor. Her pants soon followed.
Asami crawled up to Korra's spread legs, a dark lust in her eyes.
Korra watched her in anticipation, her chest heaving to catch her breath. Her leg twitched again. They fell open even more, begging for Asami to enter them.
Asami inched closer. And closer. And closer.
Korra could feel her breath through her underwear, the exhales chilling the wet fabric. A shiver crawled up her spine. But she kept watching, kept waiting, kept silently pleading for Asami to touch her.
It had been too long.
Asami closed her eyes and kissed Korra through the cloth of her panties.
Korra's head fell back. She arched into Asami, fists full of sheets. "Please," she whispered, "more."
Asami kissed her slit again, taking more of Korra into her mouth and flattening her tongue against the fabric.
She let out a moan and pushed herself into Asami with her legs. When Asami did nothing more, she begged again. "More."
To this, Asami took Korra's underwear between her teeth and pulled, sliding the panties all the way off of Korra's legs.
Korra watched it all happen. Once they were off, their eyes met, a silent pleading in Korra's and a mischievous fire in Asami's.
She smiled, winked, and tossed the underwear to the floor with a flick of her head. She left Korra's oceans to focus on her pinks. Asami crawled closer, her face just an inch away. Korra's scent was intoxicating to her, and she could feel her own wetness between her legs.
"Asami," the request came through a muffled voice as she jerked against the sheets.
Asami kissed her deeply, her palms pushing against Korra's thighs.
Korra threw her head back and moaned.
Asami's tongue delved into her folds, exploring, tasting, savoring the woman she had missed for so long. Her fingers teased Korra's opening as the tip of her tongue made its way to Korra's clit. It flicked against it, soft at first, and increased speed with Korra's panting and moaning and thrashing against the bed.
Korra's fingers tangled into Asami's hair and pushed her closer and closer and closer – even if it wasn't physically possible to get any closer, it just wasn't close enough.
The pressure built inside of her.
Asami didn't even need to go inside Korra to finish her off, and she knew it.
But she did it anyway.
Korra let out a deep sound, a noise she wasn't even sure was real, as Asami's fingers curled inside of her. She was close.
But still not close enough.
She arched into Asami, her hips grinding in time with Asami's tongue. Her legs tensed. Everything was coming together. The pressure was insurmountable. Korra was mere seconds away from her climax when a loud, booming sound shook her to the core.
Korra jumped up, panting and sweating. Her eyes scanned the area as quick as possible. It took her mind several moments to realize where she was and what was happening and that what she had saw – what was making her leg twitch and her throbbing violent in real life – was merely a dream, a hope of what may be in the future.
For her lover was not in her arms – or, more accurately, in her legs. She was not in that cold bedroom making passionate love to her girlfriend.
No, she was in a place just as cold but not nearly as inviting. She was in a corner, on a hard stone floor, her rifle and her bag in her lap.
Korra was no longer asleep. And the second bang outside reminded her that Korra was still at war.
She jumped to her feet at the screams that followed and sprinted from the civilian house, rifle in hand and bag abandoned. When she burst out the doorway, she immediately dove into the prickly brush as a plane passed overhead. Bullets pounded the dirt where she had stood mere seconds before.
Fuck!
She waited for it to pass before heading toward the source of the explosion.
"Korra!"
She turned to the call and headed that way, recognizing the voice as a fellow soldier. Korra rolled into the trench housing her comrades. Bullets whizzed over the tops of the sandbags that reinforced their barrier.
"Kitsune, what happened?!" She hollered with a frantic tone, adjusting her helmet as she did so.
"They found our location and they're bombarding us."
"Fuck," Korra exhaled, her breath floating up to her sight. Adrenaline pumped through her. They had made more progress on the war since the fall, advancing on more and more of Kuvira's army and reclaiming more and more territories from the reign of the Earth Empire.
But it was the dead of winter now, and they did not have the advantage in this weather.
Most of the people who were fighting in this squadron of the United Forces were either from the Fire Nation or the United Republic of Nations. They weren't used to this type of cold up north near the longitude of Kima and Ba Sing Se.
The winds of the mountains certainly didn't help.
Many of the soldiers had gotten sick. Some of them almost died.
Korra seemed to be the only one who wasn't shivering from the temperature right now.
This didn't mean that she wasn't shaking.
She got her footing and crawled over to the edge of the deteriorating sandbag barrier. Korra peeked around the corner and retreated three times as quick when several bullets came her way. They burrowed into the icy ground just inches away.
"Fuck," she repeated, back to the sandbags.
"We have to retreat," Tuzi called from the other side of Kitsune.
"We can't," Korra responded to him, pointing to the plane that was making its way back to the village.
They watched in helpless horror as it picked off three soldiers trying to flee the area.
When it started to come towards them, Korra acted.
"Get out of the way!"
She dove and grabbed both of them by the jacket with a hand for each, her gun abandoned in her spot. Korra rotated and rolled them away from the sand barrier as a line of shots skidded across where they just were.
"Come on," she hollered, wasting no time. She sprinted the second the toes of her boots dug into the ground, pulling Kitsune behind her by the wrist and shielding her own face with her free forearm.
They managed to make it to a building a few yards away, the shots of the helicopter enough of a distraction to prevent Kuvira's foot soldiers from hitting their targets.
Korra slammed the door shut and locked it. She slid to the floor and panted, her throat rough and dry from the cold winter air.
Kitsune and Tuzi bent over, hands and rifles on their knees, in much of the same state.
When Korra opened her eyes, she noticed a pair of people huddling in the corner of their small home.
A woman held a child close as he cried.
Korra crawled to her hands and knees and inched towards them.
"We're going to get you out of here, okay?"
She offered her hand to the woman.
Another bomb sounded outside. It made the walls of the house shake.
The woman took her hand, fear in her eyes. She rose from her spot, the child in her free arm against her chest. She crossed the window.
Glass shattered.
Kitsune and Tuzi dove to the ground on instinct.
Korra watched as the woman hit the ground as well, but not from purposeful action. Korra's eyes widened in horror.
Blood pooled out of the woman's skull and onto the stone floor. Her eyes were still open, but her body was still.
"Mom?!" The boy questioned, crawling out of her grip. He stayed close to the ground and looked at her face with horror. "Mom?!" He shook her.
She didn't move.
"Mom," he cried, burying his face into his mother's shoulders.
Korra was frozen in her spot, jaw dropped. There was a ringing in her ears.
It wasn't until another explosion sounded and pelted the side of the house with ice and stone that she snapped from her stupor.
Korra flattened against the wall that shared the broken window. She pulled out her knife and used the reflection to peek out the window. She noticed three soldiers prone on a cliff nearby. She retreated quickly and sheathed her knife. "Kitsune, there are three snipers up top. Can you get a clear shot on them?"
Kitsune sunk into the shadow of the opposing corner and lifted her rifle. She focused her sight and cleared her mind as she always did when she was about to kill.
She picked the first off quickly with a shot to the head that shattered more glass. She shot the second in the neck before he could pull the trigger. She shot the third in the shoulder, but not before he shot her in hers.
Kitsune yelped out in pain and rolled from her spot. She held her shoulder as it bled from the bullet.
"Fuck, we have to get out of here!" Korra crawled to Kitsune and inspected her wound. "It's deep," she called over her shoulder. "Tuzi, keep an eye out. See if we can get the fuck out of here." She ripped off her coat and wrapped it around Kitsune's bullet wound in an attempt to slow the bleeding.
She started to sob; the pain was excruciating.
"Kitsune, listen to me." Korra tied her jacket arms together after getting several layers of fabric around the injury. She tightened it for pressure.
Kitsune closed her eyes and threw her head back.
"Kitsune, look at me!"
Korra held her shoulders tight.
Watery fires met determined oceans.
"You have to focus. We have to get out of here. The sooner we do, the sooner we can get you to a medic, alright?"
Kitsune took a breath and nodded. She wiped her cheeks with the hand of her uninjured arm.
Korra nodded. "Good."
"Korra, it's clear!"
"Alright, come on!" She jumped to her feet as Tuzi bust the door open.
Kitsune sprinted out the door behind Tuzi, both their rifles in hand.
Korra wasted no time. She ran as fast as she could, yanking the small boy away from his dead mother at the same time. She pulled him against her chest as she crossed the doorway of the exit.
Bullets whizzed by them as they made their way to another sand barrier further back from the frontlines. They dove over the wall and smashed into the icy ground.
"Fucking hell, Korra! What the fuck were you thinking?"
"Now is not the time, Gankona," she growled, almost wishing she was back in the bullet wave rather than with him. She gritted her teeth until the shaking child in her arms got her attention.
Korra set him down so that his back was against the fortification.
"Got one of the fuckers!" Gankona cheered with a laugh, as if this were just another day on the hunting range.
Korra closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She ignored him and focused on the boy. "What's your name?"
He sniveled. "My – my name?"
She nodded, locking onto his watery green eyes.
"M – Maque."
"Maque? That's a very nice name. What does it mean?"
"It – it means sparrow."
"Korra, are you here to fight a war or to talk to fucking children?"
"Fuck off, Gankona!" There was enough violence and threat in her tone to make him shut the fuck up, which is exactly what she wanted. She had been sick of him and his voice since the first week they were shipped out, if not before then at the outpost.
Not to mention after all of the altercations they seemed to have.
She shook her head and looked back at the boy. Her expression grew gentle. "I'm going to make sure you get out of here safe and alive, alright Maque?"
He rubbed his eyes and nodded.
"Good. You need to stay close and listen to what I tell you, okay?"
He bobbed his head once more.
"Good. Stay here, okay?"
He nodded.
Korra smiled. When she turned around, her face was full of seriousness.
Gankona laughed as he shot another one of Kuvira's men in the face. "Headshot!"
She tightened her fists and glared at him for a second while she made her way to Kitsune. Korra kneeled beside her. "How are you feeling?"
Kitsune just shook her head.
Korra gripped her shoulders and looked deep into her fire irises. "It's going to be okay, alright? Just stay with me. Can you do that, Kitsune?"
Another explosion went off several yards away.
Kitsune jumped into Korra's grip and closed her eyes from the shock. She nodded, feeling safe in Korra's arms.
"Okay. Good." Korra released her and scanned the area around her. She could hear the airplane coming to make another round.
If we don't find some sort of shelter, we're doomed.
She narrowed her eyes and looked in the distance. She could make out a small convoy of United Forces soldiers retreating to one of their armored trucks.
If we can get to that truck, we're safe.
The propellers of the plane grew louder. Bullets scattered on each side of the sandbag barrier.
"Guys, there's a convoy back there, about fifty yards away. If we can make it there, we can get the fuck out of here and regroup." She pointed to the vehicle in the distance.
Tuzi and Kitsune nodded in agreement, along with several of the other soldiers behind the wall.
Gankona was too focused on picking off Kuvira's men to pay attention.
"Alright, now we just have to –"
A gentle clicking and rolling sound interrupted her. Her eyes widened when she saw a grenade at her feet.
"Grenade!" Tuzi hollered.
Every person froze for a moment before scattering. They started to sprint towards the convoy, each soldier attempting to flee except for Korra and Maque.
Before Korra knew it, she was acting, the back of her mind knowing that everyone was still in danger with how close this grenade was. The pops of the gunfire around her were a distant ringing. The sound of the plane approaching overhead was long lost. Her hands flew up to her helmet. She ripped the strap apart and took a firm hold of the protective casing. "Get out of here," she shouted over her shoulder at Maque. She watched the boy run towards the rest of her soldiers in the corner of her eye as she scooped the grenade up with her helmet. Korra chucked the helmet holding the grenade away from her just as the device exploded.
Her helmet split into several pieces and shot at her, along with the shrapnel from the grenade. The largest piece of the helmet smashed right into the side of her head, forcing her into the icy ground. She pushed herself to her elbows. The cuts on her face from the debris stung. There was a hard throbbing in her skull that made her vision blur and double. Her ears were ringing from the bang of the grenade. She noticed a bullet whiz by her from above and curled her body inward, head in her hands, to shield herself from the attack.
When another grenade bounced beside her, she acted faster than before. She stayed in her prone position and launched the grenade with a roll of her body.
The second it left her hand, she took off.
She could hear a very distant holler of "grenade" from Kuvira's frontline before the pop of the explosion.
By then, she was almost to the convoy, bullets whizzing by her and making the snow at her sides shoot up. She caught up to Maque, who was limping and bleeding in his left leg, and yanked him from the ground. She held him close.
The truck started taking off.
No!
She sprinted faster, watching in vain as the truck sped up more and more. She could see Tuzi and Kitsune rushing to the front of the truck, most likely to stop it from going.
But on it went.
Korra ran faster – faster than she ever had in her life – the sound of the plane and bullets growing in her ears.
When she was close enough, she shielded Maque and dove into the back of the armored truck, scraping her landing arm and rolling in the process.
Two opposing soldiers pulled on chains to shut the truck door.
Korra lay on the bed of the truck, panting and bleeding, sight twisting even with her eyes shut and a death grip on the child in her arms.
"We made it," she whispered, bracing herself when the truck went over a rather large bump. Her head slammed back onto the bed and she winced for a moment. It made the throbbing in her head worse, but it didn't stop her relief. "We made it," she muttered a final time before blacking out from her injuries
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"Korra? Korra?"
She groaned and shielded her eyes to the brightness around her. "Wha – what happened? Where are we?"
"We're back near the temple in the high mountains, back at Delta Base."
Korra rubbed the side of her head and attempted to sit up. A pain in her abdomen sent her crashing back to the bed.
"Korra, don't move! You need to rest. You got hurt pretty bad."
"I just got a helmet to the face," she muttered, wincing as her palm passed over the swollen portion of her head. She opened her eyes once more to see a blurry version of Kitsune beside her, shaking her head.
"No, you got hurt much worse. Didn't you feel the shrapnel in your sides? A huge piece of your helmet lodged into your abdomen."
Her eyes widened in disbelief. "What?!" She tried to sit up again only to fall back into place.
Kitsune nodded. "They had to remove it on the truck on our way back. Otherwise, you would have bled out. We're – we're not really sure how you're alive, right now, with all of the blood…"
Korra rubbed both of her eyes with her hands, still in shock from the news. She gritted her teeth to the discomfort and lowered her arms back onto the bed. She glanced over at Kitsune with clearer sight.
"How's your shoulder," she asked with a faint point of her right hand.
Kitsune squirmed in her sling. "I'll be fine. No major damage, luckily, but it'll take some time to heal."
Korra pushed herself upright at an angle as she choked out her words between her teeth. "So what's our next move?"
"Our next move?" Kitsune repeated in incredulity. "Our next move is nothing. The Lieutenant Colonel is still reviewing everything that happened and trying to devise a strategy. We lost a lot of people in that attack. Most of us were injured," she lifted her arm a few inches, "and some of us… didn't make it."
Korra frowned and looked down at her hands. The palms were wrapped in white gauze. "What about Tuzi? Is he alright?"
Kitsune scoffed. "Tuzi is fine. Not a damn scratch on the kid."
The kid.
Korra met Kitsune's eyes. "What about Maque? Is he safe?"
She grew very quiet and averted her gaze to the floor. She replied with a small, solemn shake of her head.
Korra's expression showed devastation. She stumbled over her words. "But – what, what happened? He was with me when I got on the truck. He was there. He was safe."
"I know, Korra. I know. But he – he had lost too much blood when he was trying to run away. By the time we got to the two of you, you were passed out and he was in shock. We – we couldn't save him. We could hardly save you."
Korra dropped her eyes to her hands, tears blurring her vision.
"Korra," Kitsune called to her. She wrapped her fingers around Korra's hand. "You did everything you could. You tried."
She hung her head lower. "I'm sorry," she whispered, a single tear rolling down her cheek.
"Korra, you do realize that we all should have died, right?"
She lifted her head with a brow raised. "What do you mean?"
"Our situation – we were only one of three surviving convoys out of ten. Ten, Korra. And we got the brunt of the force from Kuvira's people."
Her brow furrowed. "What are you saying?"
"What I'm saying," Kitsune leaned forward just an inch, their eyes meeting, "is that we would have died if it wasn't for you."
"For me?"
She nodded. "You got us to safety. First from the central sand barrier, then from the building, and then from the village itself."
"And I got Maque's mother killed and – and Maque died, and you got shot," she looked away, more tears pouring down her face. "I– I'm –"
"You're too hard on yourself." She gave Korra's hand a squeeze. "You saved us. And you did everything you could to save Maque and his mom. I watched you."
"You still got you shot."
Kitsune scoffed. "I got myself shot, Korra. I made the biggest mistake I could and stayed in the same place with the low ground. And I paid for it," she lifted her injured arm a few inches once more. "But the way you took charge and maneuvered us, the way you got that grenade away from us before it exploded and killed us all – you, you're a hero, Korra. And you survived all those injuries? You should have died with that giant piece of helmet in your gut." She narrowed her eyes at Korra, who was avoiding hers still. "Are you sure you aren't a superhero or something?"
Korra chuckled amidst her tears. "I'm not a superhero, Kitsune."
"You sure? You moved pretty fast back there."
She shook her head, a smile creeping into the corners of her lips. "I'm not a superhero," she repeated, her face growing solemn, "and I'm not a hero, either. I just did what any one of you would have done."
"Does that include Gankona?"
Korra gritted her teeth. "No. He wouldn't have done that. He wouldn't have given two shits about any of us dying out there."
"You're right, considering he shoved me and Tuzi out of the way so he could get to the truck –"
"He what?" Korra was staring into her eyes again, fire in her oceans.
Kitsune blushed and looked away. "Shit. I wasn't supposed to tell you –"
"He better not show his face around here –"
"Korra, don't." Her tone was stern. "We don't need any more issues with him. Let's just – let's just be happy that, that you're alive." She choked out.
Korra calmed down, worry in her expression. "Hey," she called to her. She waited until their eyes met again before continuing. "I'm alright, okay? I'll be fine."
Kitsune smiled and wiped her tears away. "I was so worried that you weren't going to make it."
Korra grinned. "Oh, come on," she boasted, "a little piece of plasticy metal stuff isn't gonna take me down."
She laughed. "Apparently not." She sighed with a smile on her face and looked away to the other side of the room. Her eyes fell on Korra's jacket. "Oh, right! I almost forgot." Kitsune rose and walked over to the chair. "Here's your – um, coat." She faced Korra and held it up with a guilty expression. "I got a little blood on it."
"A little?" Korra joked, considering three quarters of the coat was stained with dried blood.
"I'm pretty sure they should have another one for you," Kitsune reassured as she held the coat over the trashcan.
"Wait!" Korra extended her arm out and lurched forward, regretting it the moment the pains shot through her abdomen.
Kitsune froze, jacket still in hand. "What?"
"I need something from that." Korra motioned to stand but found she couldn't move her core an inch. "Something important!"
Kitsune crossed back over and handed Korra the coat, her brow raised in interest.
Korra dug through the jacket until she reached the innermost pocket. Her fingers brushed against the familiar piece of paper. A soft smile was on her face, though her eyes were excited. "It's still here," she breathed, pulling the sheet from the coat. She tossed the jacket on the ground and stared at the picture in her fingers.
The edges were a bit curled and there was a wrinkle towards the middle. The lining in the pocket kept it safe from the blood.
"What's that," Kitsune joined her side.
Korra's cheeks reddened and she almost jerked away.
"Oh, she's pretty," Kitsune commented before Korra could hide the picture.
The flushing worsened. "T – thanks."
"Who is she," she asked, a mixture of emotions in her tone.
"She – uh, she's – she's my girlfriend, back in Republic City. Her name is Asami." Korra stuttered, photo tight in her fingers, the image against her abdomen.
"Oh, that's –"
"Kitsune, I told you to leave Korra alone and let her rest," a female medic entered, a clipboard in her hand. "You've been at her bedside the second I released you, haven't you?"
It was Kitsune's turn to blush. She turned away to hide it and rose to her feet. "Sorry. I was just worried." She scurried out of the room, avoiding both of their gazes as she exited.
Korra brought her attention to the medic, who smiled at her.
"Glad to see you're awake and alive. I was worried about you." She walked over to the bed and adjusted Korra's pillows. "You need to rest, though. Alright?"
She nodded.
"Good. I'll be back to check on you in a few hours. And I'll keep this door locked so that your rest is undisturbed." She shot Korra another grin and closed the door behind her as she left.
Korra sighed, still a bit frazzled from everything that had happened. She flipped the image back up and stared at the two of them in the mountains on the outskirts of Republic City and The Gardens. She traced over Asami's portion with her thumb. She stared into her peridots and caressed her raven hair. Her finger trailed over Asami's lips and she recalled her dream from earlier in the day with a blush.
Soon, she thought to herself. A tear ran down her cheek. She brought the photo to her chest and held it there. A heave passed through her. Soon, she repeated, wishing for nothing more than this war to be over so that she could return to the person she loved and missed so much:
Asami.
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Summary: It's the winter time. Korra has a dream of doing the do with Asami (future au part), but then she is startled awake by an explosion nearby. Kuvira's soldiers are attacking their camp and they have to try to fight back or run away. Korra and two fellow soldiers, Kitsune and Tuzi, take shelter in a small home to get out of the gunfire. There is a mother and child in the corner, sobbing. Korra offers her hand to the mother and tells her that she's going to get them out of this. The mother crosses the window to join Korra's side and she is shot and killed. Kitsune takes out the snipers but she is shot in the shoulder. They flee the house with the child and find shelter among another ditch with other soldiers, including the asshole-ish Gankona. A grenade gets tossed their way and Korra tells them all to run. She scoops the grenade up with her helmet and chucks it, but the grenade explodes and sends pieces of Korra's helmet barreling into her. It knocks her on the ground. Another grenade comes her way. Korra quickly throws it from her position and runs to the armored trucks nearby. She picks up the child, who has been shot in the leg and is also trying to run to the trucks, and carries him. The trucks start to leave and Korra just barely makes it on. She immediately blacks out from blood loss. She wakes up in an infirmary in one of their other bases, where Kitsune was by her bedside for a majority of the time. She learns that Gankona had shoved them out of the way so that he could get on the truck and that the boy did not make it. The nurse then shoes Kitsune away and she leaves with a blush. Korra pulls the picture of her and Asami from her jacket and misses her, telling the picture that they'll be together again soon.