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A/N: drop the songs then? Okay, we'll see how this one goes ;)

Korra

I readjusted my loose shirt for the thousandth time after a sudden breeze decided to mess up my semi-calm appearance again. On the inside, I was a nervous wreck and I had to fight the urge to rip my clothes off and go diving into the ocean in order to calm down. Oh get over yourself, Korra. I took another sip of my fire water. Normally, I took it easy with drinking in the afternoon, but since I was to meet my...date at the beach, it was decided that I needed the little boost of courage. Sucker. And you call Bolin hopeless. I bit back a self-depreciating chuckle and finished off my small glass like it would kick in right away.

Once my stomach felt slightly warmer, I found my gaze lazily turning toward the active beach to the massive expanse of seawater. The waves were nice and calm close to where the shallow water was, but further out, they looked restless and perfect for surfing. While I wondered why I didn't bring my own surf board, something flew across the side of my vision and I noticed that a volleyball net had been set up, complete with two teams already battling it out. More people were also doing a thing where they'd run and skim their smaller boogie boards along the tips of the shoreline. Whatever it was, looked like a ton of fun.

"How long have you been waiting?" A low sultry voice suddenly drew my attention from the water and back to the bar.

"Only all my life." I stated confidently when I realized who the voice belonged to, though instead of looking at her right away, I decided to order two more drinks that I hoped she wouldn't mind (considering that I'd never really bought a drink for a girl before.) Luckily enough, I got my desired effect right after I said that line and it caused a goofy grin to smear across the side of my face. Asami's laugh was absolute music to my ears, so that was a major bonus.

"Glad you made it...Avatar Korra." There was a certain lilt in her voice that I found wholly attractive.

Still my grin faltered. Ah.

Her teasing tone was still prominent, causing me to finally turn my eyes to my much welcomed company. Of course when I craned my neck upwards, my jaw instantly dropped back down to the floor and sent my stomach stumbling over itself along with my poor heart. Mouth...suddenly...so dry...I thought weakly as my eyes followed my jaw and fell to her cute bared toes that had been peeking out of a nice pair of sandals. Asami had on a black outlined, crimson red skirt that was tied loosely around her gorgeous hips, those intense long legs shifted and I got just a lick of the creamy skin of her muscular thigh. Higher up, my eyes slowly dragged along her beautifully toned stomach, grinding past the bump of her ribs until I reached the swell of her breasts that were covered by a measly, if not, annoying piece of dark red and white bra...swim bra kind of thing that I can definitely untie with my teeth-

Mercifully, my eyes managed to drag away from those tasty looking ample breasts and up to her tantalizing collarbones and neck (which had been fully exposed because she'd tied her thick, black silky locks back into a loose ponytail) and then finally getting trapped in that enchanting, sexy, yet lightly teasing gaze of hers. Wow...just, wooow...

"You flatter me." She smirked saucily, making me realize that I'd spoken my mind and I may or may have not been drooling at the sight of the dark haired, green eyed goddess before me.

"Ah- I-I mean- I didn't mean-" I coughed awkwardly, dropping my lame excuse altogether and gingerly looked away in hopes of getting a grip on myself. When I did, I barely remembered that she'd called me by my earned title.

'The Avatar of reasonableness in a fight.' The newspaper once called me, causing every one to run with the nickname shortly after. However, when I was younger and Tenzin had almost given up on training me, I was anything but reasonable. I actually was hotheaded then and even went on a rampage with most of his old training equipment one day. More like the Avatar of demolition. Anyway, Tenzin finally lost his own temper, words were thrust at each other and I practically stormed out of his battered gym looking for blood. Fortunately, I just so happened to have a mock fight that night, so I didn't have to pick on a few thugs to burn the anger off.

It was safe to say that I got my butt handed back to me with a wicked smug grin and hearty chuckles from both her and her coach.

Since that utter failure, I sulked around for a few days until I decided to apologize to old man Tenzin...for ruining his equipment. Anyway, he properly apologized for his losing his temper so quickly with me, I apologized for my selfishness and complete lack of submission. We went right back to my training and from there, I felt as if something clicked in to place. All of those torturous hours of him breaking my body down and building me back up, his odd mixture of Heaven and Earth deals, spinning panels, all of it managed to shape me into what everyone now called the Avatar.

But the meditation thing? I had no idea where that came from nor did I want it to continue. It's so boring!

"Well, of course," I managed a sly look at the pretty woman, once I decided to act like a normal human and speak with her. "Ms. Sato. It would be quite barbaric of the Avatar to stand up the daughter and almost CEO of Future Industries." I gave her a lopsided grin for effect.

"Impressive. Did you find that out after I gave you my number?" She shot back with so much sass that I had to fight an eye roll.

"Maybe." I shrugged and offered her her drink when the bartender served it to us. In fact, I had known...after seeing her face on one of Mako's reading materials. (On the computer since he was looking for some sort of lead to a series of new inventions popping up here and there that were used to rob a few stores and help with an equal rights thing.) If he's right about looking into the Sato's history...then that guy is gonna make detective one day. I was able to think that while Hiroshi Sato's daughter was sitting next to me, but I had no right to question her. Or did I? There's no way she's guilty of anything...except for being stunningly gorgeous! "I can ask you the same thing though." I added.

"Indeed, I know who you are." Asami giggled. "I just so happen to watch all of your matches, so there was no reason to research who you were."

That made my hand freeze halfway to my mouth. As surprise took over my face, I turned to gape at the woman who was still smirking at me like she was anticipating that very reaction. "Wait- so that means you know who I was when we first met?" I narrowed my eyes playfully. "Is that why you gave me your number?"

"Maybe." She countered. "And no, I gave you my number because I wanted to know who the gorgeous woman was that was checking me out all night."

"But you didn't know I was the Avatar?" I was slowly getting confused. So, she knew me, but didn't? I scratched the tip of my nose. "That's not confusing whatsoever."

"Let's just say that I wanted to make sure it was the actual Avatar before anything else happened." Asami added before taking a sip of her drink.

"It's pretty hard to find a good impersonator." I chuckled, suddenly feeling warm all over. If I was still lost, it didn't matter now that she was there. With me. Which was very nice, but we kept getting looks from a random amount of people like they either couldn't believe their eyes or they were waiting for something to happen. My date was the first to pick up on it and decided to move things along in the only way I was sure she knew how.

Asami not only sat next to me, but now she actually had the gall to scoot her chair ever closer and even manged to angle her arms and legs to where they would either brush mine or completely just rub up against me. Spirits, this woman! My body heat must have warmed up several hundred degrees because I was now starting to sweat in my seat. Another generous second of those torturous touches and I would definitely pay tribute to the polar plunge. With or without all of those eyes on me.

"What, no more lines for me?" She breathed, making sure to trace my forearm with her freshly manicured nails. I noticed that although those nails had cute intricate designs of sakura petals, they were accompanied by used hands. They may not have been calloused and man-ish, but there was a jarring firmness in her palms. A curved scar presented itself just above her left knuckle while further up was her finely chiseled slender wrist and toned forearm- "Make me smile, Korra." She whispered, nearly making me squeal when I felt her hot breath and lips brush by my ear.

Uh... I needed to say something before her seductiveness completely shut my poor brain down. "I-if beauty were time, you'd be eternity." I tried not to strain, but failed as she playfully nipped my ear before pulling back to look at me with intense green orbs. A particularly charged aura formed around the both of us, enclosing us in a secure bubble that kept everyone else out and kept our eyes completely focused on one another.

"Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back." She winked and I all but lost it.

"T-there's a sale in my bedroom right now." I began to chuckle , fighting off my nervousness by trying to be aloof. Was she serious? "Clothes are now 100% off." We hardly know each other! Granted, we passed a few texts here and there for a few days beforehand (after I'd called her that fateful day) but was that enough? She knew who I was and I knew her now too. It's just a kiss...like the movies. 'We're not in the movies.'

"I simply asked for a kiss, but you asked me to your bed? Business before pleasure please, madam." Asami's face brightened as she let out a nice heartfelt laugh, squeezing my arm at the same time in approval.

"Hey, you asked me to pick you up Ms. Sato." I snorted in amusement and tried to copy her seductiveness by leaning in to whisper, "I like to eat my dessert first before my meal."

"No saving the best for last?" She asked innocently.

"You never know, someone might try to take it." I smirked like a dork. "Trust me, it has been done to me before."

"Ah," Her face fell somewhat in understanding. "Well, you don't have to worry. No one will steal me from you."

I couldn't stop the wicked grin from taking over my face as I continued to take her for a spin. "Oh no, I meant like, I was actually saving my Varri-cake for later when Bolin snatched it away and shoved it into his mouth in one fell swoop!" I exclaimed with heavy exaggeration while moving my hands around in emphasis.

When I was done, I saw confusion pass over Asami's face for all of two seconds before she immediately smacked my arm. I barked out a laughed and she hit me again, scoffing like it was the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard. Maybe it was, but I couldn't care less. "Well yes, that's exactly what I was talking about." I shot a cheeky grin at her. "What were you talking about Ms. Sato?"

"I think you know." Asami raised a brow. She clearly hadn't been one to tease too much, but I was determined to help her with that. 'Business before pleasure' my well trained backside.I had reason to believe that she wasn't much into talking, seeing as her feelings had probably been toyed with numerous times...being a Sato and all. That's what that underlying tone is in those pretty eyes. They were just saturated with such raw emotion that people overlooked the deepness of her real feelings. Again, I was determined to help her with that.

"You think I know what you know to know I think?" My hand came up to scratch my chin playfully.

"I know that you know that I know what you think you know." She flashed her pearly white teeth at me in defiance.

"Um, what was that?" I asked slightly lightheaded. "So you think you know me now?" I countered, hoping my mind would catch up sooner than later.

"I'd like to." Her voice tightened into a more intimate tone that made my stomach flip. (As if it hadn't already been doing that since that morning.)

The frequent festivities of the beach seemed to fade into simple white noise as the two of us once again gazed into each other's eyes. Green locked on blue, but neither of us wanted to move or look away, or even close the small distance between us for that matter. She was so gorgeous and confident, but I could tell that there seemed to be a loneliness there that made it hard for her to actually laugh, or smile, to be happy almost. Yet there she was, laughing at my ridiculousness, looking like she wanted to kiss me, almost happy. Almost.

"Well, well, if it isn't the Uh-vatar." Another overly-confident voice suddenly broke through our private bubble and managed to make me tear my eyes away from Asami's to another shade of sneaky jade. Unlike Asami's, these ones held cockiness with a hint of annoyance at seeing me here.

"Well, hi there Kuvi." I smirked when she straightened up, showing off her aggressiveness by crossing her arms over her chest, stance strong.

"Don't call me that." She snapped. "You have no right to give me a nickname after what happened in Ba Sing Se." Her eyes narrowed into angry tiger seal slits.

"Oh, you mean when I beat you?" I asked, feeling Asami's fingers once again scratch along my forearm in a silent reminder that she was still there. "You aren't still sore over that are you?" I flashed her a reassuring smile before turning back to the hostile woman behind us.

"That match was fixed and you know it." Kuvira leaned in, but I simply redirected my grin at her. As much as I wanted to continue that banter, I had a date and didn't want to waste any precious time on her with some one else. Someone who was a sore loser.

"How much longer do I have to sweep you off your feet, pretty lady?" I whispered to the one who was now drawing patterns on my arm. This date was only intended to be a simple lunch since Asami had meetings galore in one of the hotels on the beach. She gave me a light smile but before she could reply, Kuvira cut her off.

"I demand a rematch."

"In a minute." I growled in annoyance. "Can I enjoy lunch first? Besides, do you see a ring here?"

"I'm not talking about boxing." She leaned back with a smug smile on her face. "Up for some volleyball?"

"I cannot believe she's pulling this stunt! Now of all times!" I lamented in exaggeration while I pulled off my shirt. "I mean, I'm here for you! I wanna play with you!" My hands thrust at an amused Asami who was smirking at me and I didn't miss the way those emerald eyes immediately drank in the newly exposed skin of my stomach. Of course when I mentioned that last sentence, her eyes shot back up to mine; shimmering in something between naughty and playful.

"Yeah?" She asked innocently and just by the way it was said, had my heart flop like a fish. Whoa. I felt an enormous blush start to creep over my face at that moment.

"Wait, you seriously thought we'd play one-on-one?" Kuvira chuckled disdainfully, having appeared out of thin air. "Your pretty girlfriend can play too."

"So, that means Bataar's here?" I started, then froze. "G-girlfriend? Wait- that- I mean we're- hold the phone! Leave Asami out of our mess. This is between you and I." I had no idea where all of that came from and I ended up stuttering like I never had before. I was never a smooth talker and I doubted that would change now. (It actually took major concentration for me to somewhat keep my cool around Asami.)

"I'm fine with that." Said woman chimed in.

"See? She doesn't- you do?" I asked when I finally analyzed what she'd said, not noticing that she was already tightening her hair and that she had already shed her skirt. My jaw was on the ground in the next instant. Those legs go on for days. They were such a sight and I'd heard somewhere that the 'V' between a woman's legs made some unlucky idiot dumb. And they were right!

"My eyes are up here, Avatar." Asami giggled and slowly reached out to lift my chin with her thumb and forefinger until my eyes met hers once more.

"Well, she's quite a catch now isn't she?" Kuvira's unwelcomed voice made me instinctively reach out to grab onto Asami's waist.

"Back off, Kuvi. She's mine." I snapped, pulling her closer to me. A small gasp was heard, but I hardly noticed as I tightened my hold on Ms. Sato, nearly burying my face in her sweet smelling neck.

"Again. Do not call me that." Kuvira gestured for us to follow her. "And don't worry. I'm married remember?"

"Hasn't stopped you before." I muttered, finally giving in and lightly nuzzling my nose into Asami's shoulder when Kuvira walked away.

"Are... are you okay?" The wavy haired girl asked breathlessly from somewhere to my left, reminding me that I was still gripping her like she was going to fly away from me. I let go in a hurry which seemed to make my head spin.

"Yeah- yes I'm fine." I coughed awkwardly. Her cheeks were a nice shade of flushed, as were mine and I nervously brushed my hair behind my ear as I wondered if I'd overstepped myself a bit with that little display.

"You are." She smiled confidently, making me blush further. "And you're okay with volleyball?" I saw slight concern in her eyes and it made my own cocky grin slip over my face. I then proceeded to finishing off my drink, before urging my date to do the same so we could be a little more loose for the pending game.

"I can assure you that volleyball is, indeed, my sport." I pumped my fist in the air, feeling my stomach warm further since I hadn't eaten much that morning. "Seriously, the sport can't function without me." Nodding my head in agreement with myself, I grabbed Asami's hand and began to lead her in the same direction Kuvira and Bataar went.

"Korra, I thought you said this was your element." Asami couldn't help but giggle cutely as she wiped my forehead with her unwrapped skirt. We were losing. By a lot.

"I lied." I shrugged nonchalantly, smiling like an idiot as she then brushed the rest of my bangs out of the way. "Just because I'm the Avatar doesn't mean I have mastery over all the sports."

"I thought you were light on your feet." Kuvira chortled as well. Bataar didn't say anything, but gave a comforting smile while loosely placing his arm around his competitive wife's shoulders.

"Again. I can't rock all the sports on the face of this planet." I threw my hands up in defeat. She chooses the one sport I suck at. A part of me suspected that that was her plan all along. Regardless that it was most likely a chance meeting of old rivals. "Lacrosse, football, surfing, bowling, tennis- you name it! But trust me when I say volleyball is evil." I hissed through my teeth at Asami, who raised a steady brow, along with a smirk until it produced another giggle.

"Fine. We'll call it since Bataar and I have to meet Su and the others for a late lunch." Kuvira huffed, deciding to drop it for now, but I suddenly remembered that Asami was supposed to go back some time ago too.

"Alright, just tell me when-"

"In two weeks." The jade eyed woman cut me off. "There's a surfing tournament going on at Ember Island and I already signed us both up. You need the registration fee but I still got you a spot, so you better not be late or I'll never forgive you." She barked in finality and left before I could even protest.

"Bye then? Tell them we said HI!" I shouted after the retreating couple, only earning an apologetic gaze and wave from Bataar in affirmation.

When they were out of sight, I turned back to Asami. The girl was perfectly awesome! She was the one that scored the majority of our points and I figured I would have done a little more had she, herself not been so darn distracting! The way her body moved, flowed naturally, the power of her hits, her saves...I began to mentally drool over the flashbacks when her shimmering green eyes moved in font of me again.

"So. Can I make this up to you?" I asked sheepishly as I scratched the back of my neck, realizing that it was well after lunch and we hadn't eaten anything. Not to mention that we wasted time on a sport that I couldn't even show off in. Fail. "I- I understand-"

"Stop." Asami put a lone finger to my lips, silencing me and giving me a genuine smile while doing so. "Dinner tonight."

"Where?" I asked.

"Here. I'm staying in room 2800." She gestured to the hotel behind us.

"A very nice suite, if I may say so. What time do I pick you up?"

"It is because I designed it. You can pick me up at seven-thirty." Asami smiled widely before catching me off gaurd by leaning in to kiss my cheek.

As she sauntered away with the gentle breeze, warmth spread throughout my body causing a blindingly stupid giddy grin split my face and I was sure there were hearts floating all around me. I get to see the woman of my dreams sooner than I thought.

A/N2: I have no idea where I'm going with this, but it probably won't continue...I was just heavily inspired by the beach since I spent nearly a week on it with an insanely cute and utterly adorable puppy! ;) I swear if she didn't belong to my cuz, I so could have named her Naga. (She's just as white and soft as I imagine Naga would be.) Not to mention that the little darling was an attention grabber and she showed off to all the guys and girls while I stood there like a nerd and I'm rambling...

Anyway, Feisty out! Tootles and thanks for reading^^