A/N: Sorry for any errors. I don't have a beta and it's 3am... So, I'm totally digging this story now. I've definitely strayed away from the PG rating that chapter one started as. But, that's okay. I'm having fun regardless, and somehow I get the feeling none of you really mind ;). Happy reading!

CHAPTER 3

The next week went by with Asami making her way to the garage at some point everyday. After the first few days, she got annoyed at having to move spots around the other patrons that were already there, causing her to eventually begin going into the office early just so that she could leave early to get to the garage before many of the other goers. This resulted in bay #5 becoming her permanent mechanics haven by the second week.

Every day at the garage carried on with the same routine. Asami would park in her spot for the day (before bay #5 became hers), pull out her tools and lay them out very specifically, followed by a series of stretching, a couple hours of tinkering with her car or some other object she brought with her, more stretches, then peacefully making her way home. It was heaven. No one bothered her, except for the occasional light chat with the ever-so-smiley old man Aang, and she preferred it that way.

On the first day of week number three she pulled up to find bay #5 already opened for her and a young, tanned-skinned woman leaning up against the brick just off to the side, fumbling with something in her hands. She was looking exceptionally gorgeous today with her loose fitted dark jeans, a light grey v-neck tee, a pair of dark brown combat-style boots and her chocolate locks half ties up in a semi-messy bun. Asami pulled into the bay and parked, stepping out of the vehicle to start her routine as she opened her trunk, when in her peripherals she noticed the woman making glances at her. Knowing that the girl was probably trying to politely get her attention, she turned to face her, huffing in the process at having to have a conversation when she really just wanted to enjoy her 'me' time.

"Yes, Korra?" she began.

"Well, hello to you, miss sunshine," the woman quipped back, a sly twinge in her smile as she spoke.

"Sunshine, indeed. Sorry, I don't mean to be snippy. What's up?"

Korra hesitated momentarily before kicking herself off the wall and taking a few steps towards the businesswoman. All the while, she moved her hands, along with the unknown object, behind her back. "You know, you've been coming here for two weeks and I haven't heard a peep out of you," she started as she stopped just a few paces away. "I'm not sure if you are just really into working on your car and forget what's going on around you, or if, just maybe, you're avoiding me."

For a moment, Asami just looked at the garage owner, one eyebrow raising quizzically at the comment before furrowing them both as she crossed her arms and looked at the ground. "It's neither. I've just… just really missed having time do think to myself while I sort of just absent-mindedly do something with my hands."

Blue eyes gave the woman a once over while nodding in understanding. "And is it working to release some of that frustration we talked about?"

The woman, dressed in black skinny jeans, a loose fitted white blouse and red blazer with rolled up sleeves and a pair of patent leather black flats, unhooked her arms from around her chest, letting them fall to her sides as she sighed in defeat. Leaning back against the car and continuing to gaze at the floor, she spoke up, saying, "No, not really. All I do is think about the mess that my father left me at the office and how I'm constantly struggling to keep things moving forward." She shuffled her right foot around on the ground as she crossed her arms once again. "I feel like I can't get away long enough to catch my breath, much less show up the next day ready to make some kind of miracle decision that everyone expects from me."

At some point, Korra had made her way closer to the stress-induced woman, having reached out to put a hand on her shoulder. The touch was light but comforting, fingers slowly grazing down her bicep, squeezing every few centimeters in a gentle massage. Asami's eyes closed at the feeling, remembering what it felt like to be touched by someone even though it had been quite some time. The hand continued its way past her elbow; pulling slightly on her forearm to entice her away from the grip she had on her other arm. While one hand pulled her out, cupping underneath her knuckles and lifting her palm skyward, another clasped over top, dropping a piece of metal into her hand.

Asami's eyes opened when she felt the cool object become encased in her fist. She looked up into bright eyes boring down on her own. Looking down again, she asked, "What is this?"

"It's a key to my gym. Maybe you need something other than tinkering with a few nuts and bolts to help you relax a little."

A flash back of a couple weeks ago popped into Asami's mind as she remembered the girl before her working out rigorously… and looking mighty fine while doing it. Heat spread across her face and down her body when two fingers brushed under her chin in an effort to make her look into the face of the woman before her. She was welcomed by what looked almost like a worried expression.

"It's okay to break away from your routine you know. Maybe, let someone help you blow off some of that steam."

Asami cocked her head at the comment. "And you think that should be you?"

Korra stepped back, pulling her fingers away in the process, but not before gliding them lightly across the pale-skinned throat the hovered near. She shrugged. "I could be. I don't just hand out keys to my personal space to just anyone." She turned on her heel, making her way towards to bay door to leave the girl to her vices. Though, just before walking out she stopped and glanced over her shoulder before stating, "You're welcome any time," then continued on her way.

Emerald eyes remained focused on the spot where the other girl had stood just moments ago. 'Maybe she's right. I could use a good distraction. But… Nevermind. She couldn't have meant what I think she meant.' Turning back to continue her routine, her mind jumped back to the kiss they shared when she first found the garage. Their first meeting was anything but platonic, but Asami didn't have time in her life to think about the what-if's of relationships or non-relationships (if that was even an option). Even after she'd leave her little safe haven every day, she found herself either back at the office after everyone had gone home or pouring over the paperwork that managed to cover her kitchen table until all hours of the night. The couple of hours of tinkering that she now managed to squeeze in were just enough to help keep her sane.

Apparently, the other woman wanted to continue to let her offer be known. For the rest of the week, as if on queue, when Asami would pull up to the garage, bay #5 was already open and she would be leaning against the brick just outside the door. Most days she would just casually be standing there, not focusing on anything in particular, but glancing sideways just slightly as the car pulled into the bay. A couple times she'd have either a magazine or a book in her hand as she skimmed over the pages. Each time, once Asami would get out of the vehicle and begin her routine, Korra would push herself off the wall and stalk by, tossing a sarcastic "hey there, sunshine" her way before heading out the back door.

On one particularly bad day, roughly around day ten since their last conversation, Asami didn't make it to the garage when she wanted to. Instead, her day consisted of dealing with some very unruly and very aggressive reports that were camped outside of her home and office. News had broken that morning about some of the details involving her father's investigation, and it was anything but kind. The sun had already set by the time she left the office, only making it to her car undetected by disguising herself as any other passerby using a jacket, hat and sunglasses that a few ladies in the office kindly let her borrow. Knowing that the garage would probably already be closed, or in the process of shutting down for the night, she took her chances anyways, simply because she needed to get away, far away, where the press couldn't get to her. As she pulled up, she was surprised to see Korra standing there in her usual spot, bay#5 miraculously untouched, and a newspaper in her hands. 'Did she wait for me all day?'

Once the car was parked and Asami stepped out, Korra was upon her in almost an instant, leaning up against the side of the car and holding up a newspaper. The bold letters flashing the phrase 'REPUCLIC CITY'S LARGEST LAW TYCOON TUMBLES AMIDST COURT DOCUMENTS FRAUD SCANDAL' stood out, making Asami cringe internally and let out and audible groan. "I assume this is what's been bothering you…"

"Seriously, Korra, I don't want to talk about it. That's all I've been doing all day." The now boarder-line fuming woman tried to sidestep the woman in front of her, but a strong hand grabbed her shoulder firmly in an attempt to stop her. Asami, already boiling under the surface, shrugged the hand off with a whip of her hand. "I'm not kidding. Leave it alone."

"I don't want to leave it alone." She reached out again, trying to get the woman to calm down.

"Korra! Knock it off. I just want some peace and quiet." Taking another step around the girl she tried making her way to the trunk to take out her tools, only to be stopped again.

"No," Korra began as she slammed the newspaper onto the hood of the car and turned to grab both the girl's arms before she could get away. "What you need is someone to help you work through your stuff."

The younger woman's forcefulness, 'Who does she think she is?!', was enough to set Asami over the edge. She raised her hands up, circling around the other girl's arms to make her lose her grip, and then pushed on her chest, forcing her back into the side of the car. "Don't fucking touch me! You don't know me and you have no right to tell me what me I need!" Stepping forward to get in the shorter girl's face in an attempt to intimidate her, she began yelling at the top of her lungs. "I don't need you or anyone else telling me what to do! I do just fine on my own and I can handle whatever shitty cards life deals me! I've been doing just fine –"

Her tangent was cut off when strong hands grasped around the sides of her jaw, fingers pressed against her neck just behind her ears, and pulled her in for a searing kiss. Soft lips with a tint of roughness brushed against hers, instantly draining her previous thoughts from her mind and redirecting them towards this surprise - this very unwelcomed surprise. Asami pushed off the chest just inches from her own and stepped back.

"What the FUCK was that?!" she screamed.

Korra pushed off the car and straightened up, puffing out her own chest in preparation to yell as well. "You know what your problem is, Asami? You don't know how to fucking let go," she began, taking one very heavy and aggressive step forward, leaning into the seemingly combustible businesswoman. "I've been watching you sulk around this place for weeks, giving you your space, letting you have control; but then it hit me. You don't want to be in control! You want someone else to take it from you." Two rough hands gripped slim hips and spun them around, forcing them back against the side of the car. Mocha skin and dark lips made its way dangerously close to the side of a flushed neck, breathing deeply against the close contact. "Well guess what, sunshine?! I'm taking it, and you're going to like it. You're going to give in and you're going to let me help you get some of that balled up tension you've got wound up in you out for good. Do you understand?"

Asami most certainly could have combust at that moment. 'Holy shit…' She was at a complete loss for words. Nothing more than deep, panting breaths would come out of her mouth, regardless of how many times she opened and closed it while attempting to answer. Nodding – that was something she could do, so she did, just enough to be noticeable.

"Good." Korra pressed her lips against the burning hot skin of Asami's neck, lingering for a moment as the breathed in deeply through her nose, seemingly taking in the woman's aroma as much as possible. Asami's brain could hardly function. 'Holy shit…'

As quickly as it started, it ended. The athletic goddess extricated herself from the now frail and shaking woman leaning heavily against the vehicle, staring deeply into her wide jade orbs with pupils almost entirely blown.

"Finish your routine. I'll be in the gym… when you're ready. The girl walked off, leaving only the sound of the back door closing behind her.

'HOLY SHIT…'