Hello Everyon! Sorry for the super duper massive lag! But the grad life and the college life, well the student life overall has been all over the place. Mostly on my side. I haven't had time to write much but BG-13 is always doing her thing and helping me out with ideas and revisions. Don't forget to thank her and R&R
The heiress typed away at her laptop, leaning back against the headboard of her bed. She had come home early to spend more time with her girlfriend. However, it didn't take long for her to realize the military woman was exhausted, yawning, trying to keep herself awake as they watched television. Shortly after the raven woman asked them to move to bedroom. Soon after that the Colonel's chest rose and fell easily, finally asleep. She still had a hard time sleeping through the night so she made it up by taking naps throughout the day.
Asami smiled to herself.
After her mother's burial, Asami had gone missing, causing Hiroshi to go into a panic. Senna had easily calmed him and assured him she couldn't have gone far, noticing her own daughter looking out the window. The mother knelt down next to her child and asked if she knew where the older girl had gone. Korra bit her lip before nodding slowly. Senna smiled in return and asked her to go find her friend as she discussed some important grown up details with the industrialist.
The short seven year old ran to the back of the house, running to the garden where she was certain her friend was. Before Asami's mother had gotten sick, they had spent the majority of their time there, playing and learning about all the pretty plants and flowers. She had just opened the gate when she spotted her friend off to the side in the shade. The blue eyed girl sighed and walked over, sitting down next to her.
She had seen how her best friend's mother got sicker and sicker until she wasn't able to sit in the garden anymore. Her mother had tried to explain her illness but she couldn't completely understand it. Even Asami was unsure what it meant and she was top of their class. Korra had always thought that old people were the only ones that died, just like her gran gran and gran dad. But Yasuko hadn't been that old. At least she didn't think so. But after she grew sick she looked a lot older than before.
"Your dad is looking for you," the shorter girl said as she looked at her friend.
Asami let out a small whimper in response her arms tightening around her legs, bringing them closer to her. The younger of the two looked at her friend, feeling her own eyes water. She didn't know what to do. She knew her friend was hurting but she didn't know what she could do to help. So she did the only thing she could think of; she scooted closer to her friend, wrapping her arms around her.
"I'm here 'Sami," the seven year old whispered. "I'll always be here." She kissed the top of her head, remembering her mother's kisses always made the pain go away. "I love you 'Sami. I'm always going to be here, 'kay?"
Asami hadn't verbally replied but she did turn around and wrap her arms around the younger girl.
The Airbender titled his head to the side, studying the pair as they talked. For the first time his client had been open to a joint session and he'd made the proper arrangements. She had started to progress in therapy, growing more comfortable but he knew she needed help at home as well. There were certain things that needed to be done to ensure a full recovery.
He cleared his throat, drawing both women's attentions as he asked the heiress to talk about the nature of their relationship. She had blinked, seemingly unsure of his request before speaking.
"Korra and I have known each other since we were toddlers. Our mothers were friends since before we were born," Asami began. "She even lived with me when we were school age. Then she enlisted and we started a relationship."
"Asami, he didn't ask for a timeline," Korra answered with a chuckle.
"I just want him to know that we've-"
"Miss Sato, let me be clear," Tenzin interrupted. "I'm not questioning your friendship or what you've both been through. I want Korra to be comfortable enough to talk to you."
The heiress turned to look at the military woman. "I thought she was." She looked back at the therapist. "We basically tell each other everything."
The man shared a look with his client who sighed and nodded. "...It's fine. You can talk to her." Her hand went to her girlfriend's. "It's fine."
"Miss Sato, she talks to you, she's comfortable with you, is that correct?"
A nod. "Yes."
"Does she talk to you about her trauma?" he inquired. "Does Korra talk to you about her team?"
His client shifted uncomfortably. "I don't want to talk about this."
The man raised a brow. "You gave me permission."
"Not to talk about this," she snapped. "I thought you were going to tell her something that wasn't this."
Tenzin watched as Asami gave her hand a squeeze, smiling softly but quickly returning her attention to the therapist. "It's okay," she reassured. The military woman sighed and nodded her permission once more.
"Does she talk to you about the incident between you two?" the Airbender asked. "The choking." The heiress shook her head slightly, free hand absently going up to her collar bone, brow furrowed. "Korra's post traumatic stress is fed by her avoidance in talking about anything she's been through. In order to improve, to heal, she's going to have to start talking about it. To you and to me." He paused, gesturing to them both. "And my concern is if you get lost in the lust of it all, she won't have to make a start. She won't have any reason to. She'll feel she has everything she needs until she doesn't. Do you know what I'm asking of you?"
The Sato woman nodded. "You don't want us to be intimate."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Tenzin's gaze shifted to the dark skinned woman. "If you lose yourself in carnal desires you won't have to talk, and the whole point of this is for you to talk."
"I still don't see the connection."
"I think you do, Colonel."
Korra's eyes narrowed before she stood, getting up and slamming the door on the way out. The heiress stood, glancing at the Airbender, giving him an apologetic look before following her girlfriend out.
The weeks after their joint session had been everything but smooth. Korra was not handling the no sex rule well, having tried multiple times to get Asami to break Tenzin's rules, which had caused a handful of disagreements between the two of them. Asami had started to notice the Water Native drinking more. She had even started going out at her old pace. Mako, however, assured her she was not up to her antics but simply needing to blow off some steam.
Now the heiress watched as the military woman fixed her uniform, strapping her gun under her garb. She shook her head as she stepped into her shoes. After a moment the Colonel turned to look over at the engineer, almost as if hearing the gears turning in her oldest friend's head. "Hey, what's wrong?"
She blinked, shaking her head slightly, standing up to wrap her arms around her neck. "I have a bad feeling about this." Something had been twisting in her stomach since the announcement of the summit. Nothing that involved Kuvira was a good thing.
The soldier smiled and placed her hands on the heiress' waist. "The summit? I wouldn't worry too much about it," Korra answered with a shrug. "We have bigger, better guns. Kuvira isn't stupid."
"She tried to kill you once already," the heiress reminded her, one hand placing itself over the the other woman's chest where the scar lay hidden under Korra's shirt.
"And failed." She cupped the ravenette's cheek. "I'm not easy to kill 'Sami."
"That's not making me feel better."
Korra sighed, giving the hand that still rested on her chest a reassuring squeeze. "It's not like you're not going to be there too," she reminded with a raised brow. "You are the weapons designer."
Asami nodded. "I know. I know. It's just..." She leaned her head forward so that her forehead was against Korra's. "You're right," she stated. "I just... I can't help but worry about you."
There was a shift in the atmosphere as Korra took a step back from the heiress, looking slightly frustrated as her hands clenched at her side. That seemed to be how everyone felt around her lately. They kept walking on eggshells around her as if she was so fragile, like she'd break at the slightest resistance. She was a soldier. She'd been in scarier situations than a simple summit.
"I'm not weak."
Asami's shoulders sagged, and she looked tired and resigned as she reached out to try and recapture Korra's hand. "I didn't say you were," she answered gently.
Korra scoffed lightly before turning and heading downstairs, leaving her girlfriend behind. Asami sighed, already feeling exhausted. And to think, the summit hadn't even officially began yet.