One Last Time
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The Callgirl



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Waking up next to Korra without the callgirl's arms wrapped around her was a little weird. Has to be said: still much better than waking up alone. She wasn't in any condition to do so right now, but it still was a little unsettling.

During the night, Asami had sort of hogged the covers, which was kind of embarrassing. On the other hand, Korra didn't appear to be cold, even with her shirt riding up a little bit, just barely revealing the tattoo on her back. The businesswoman couldn't help but take a moment to admire the complex blue design, appreciating it for just what it was: beautiful.

She'd have just today to fix the damage she'd done with Unalaq, but this time around, she'd have Varrick to back her up. Part of their discussion two days ago was that he had made another appointment with the Chief to lay out a few more of the pros and cons now that tempers hopefully wouldn't flare as much.

Though it had to be said: Unalaq had insulted Asami's sense of fashion, he wasn't going to come out of this discussion unscathed.

-Better start sharpening your teeth.

Relax, it won't get that far.

-Call me a skeptic, but I don't believe that. Anything is possible with that man.

Good point.

She looked over to the woman softly snoring beside her, which did bring a smile to her face. Korra looked so peaceful when she was asleep, even when her face was covered with bruises. Asami's eyes drifted down to the callgirl's armbands. She still hadn't told her why she always wore those, so the businesswoman was fairly certain it was to cover up something. Given how little trouble she had with someone seeing her naked, but how consistent she was in keeping those things on, it had to be something from her past that even she herself wanted to forget about.

A wave of discomfort hit her; it meant that not only had she been prostituting herself since she was 16, something even worse had happened to her afterwards. Asami was having a hard time imagining what something like that could possibly be.

Chances were, given the response the callgirl gave on their first morning together, the tattoo of Raava had something to do with those armbands. She knew that she wasn't going to figure out from just lying here, but prying into something this personal, that was risky. It would have to come out of her naturally, if at all.

Asami absentmindedly brushed a stray strand of hair out of Korra's face, wondering what secrets were inside of that head.

Over on the nightstand, her phone's alarm clock gently started ringing, and before it got too loud, the businesswoman shut it off. Her meeting with Varrick was bright and early, the only time the Chief could, or perhaps more likely, would, make time for them. She wasn't looking forward to it, but it was something that needed to happen if she wanted to have any semblance of chance to fix her deal.

Quietly, she got out of the bed and made for the shower once she'd selected her wardrobe, making sure it wouldn't give Unalaq any ammunition this time around. She'd selected a double-breasted burgundy pantsuit with black trim on the cuffs and a simple white satin blouse underneath. Always go with red if you're not sure if it'll end well. At least the bloodstains won't be obvious to the casual observer.

Korra had woken up by the time she was done and smiled at Asami. "Morning," she said, her voice a lot clearer than it had been last night.

"Hey," the businesswoman softly replied. "How's the face?"

She chuckled. "Well, outside of this lovely shiner, it's fine. Like I said, give it a few days, and I'll be looking as good as new." She briefly allowed a silence to fall between them. "I guess I should call Wushu, tell him I'm packing my bags, huh?"

Asami smiled too. "I guess you should. I think it's best if we swing by your place on our way to the airport, pick you up there. I have to make some arrangements for you, but all that should work itself out. Come hell or high water, I am getting you into the Republic."

"You really think it's gonna work?"

"I'll figure something out," Asami said, a serious look on her face. "I'm not so easy to beat down."

Korra could see the humor of the quip and laughed. Even with that massive bruise on her eye, it was definitely one of Asami's new favorite sights.

-You are so damn whipped.

Yeah, point taken.

"How do you want to solve your money issue? I take it Wushu has his commission?"

The callgirl slowly nodded. "50 percent, that's his share. I know it's a lot, but he does take care of us, make sure that if we ever get in trouble, he can easily get us out again. He's a pretty decent guy. So yeah, I guess there are pimps who charge less than that, but they also don't take care of their girls as well. I'll figure something out."

Asami thought for a moment. "And you still don't wanna take my money?"

"Not unless I earned it."

"How about this: I give you Wushu's commission, you leave with a clean slate. No burned bridges, no demons to deal with, should you ever get back."

Korra let it sink in, weighing her options. "Yeah, that's okay. He's still not gonna like it though, I'm one of his best girls."

"That's his burden to bear, not yours. You should say goodbye to the right people, because I don't think I can get you back in for a long time." Asami put the right amount of money on the table, before she looked at the clock, seeing that time was running out. "Listen, I have to go. You stay as long as you need to, breakfast and everything is on me."

The callgirl stood up, wrapping her in a tight hug, even though she was trying to relieve the pressure on her bruised rib. "Thanks, Asami. I can't say how much I appreciate all this."

The businesswoman pulled back and smiled. "Get ready, Korra. Tomorrow will be the start of your new life." With that, she was on her way down to the lobby, where Koda was waiting for her with his Bentayga, and he drove them to her meeting. Varrick was waiting for her at the palace, so as soon as Koda's Bentley pulled up, they were on their way to Unalaq's office. Before they went directly to the office, Asami pulled the eccentric Southerner into a narrow, unoccupied hallway.

"Varrick, can I ask you for something, off the record?"

He twirled his mustache. "Look, Asami, I think you're very attractive, but we're business partners, and..."

She wasn't amused. "Not. That." Her harsh comment and her piercing stare was enough to shut him up. "I need to get someone on my plane without anyone noticing, and then fly back to Republic City."

"Trouble with stalkers? Look, the only way to deal with crazy women is to lie big and leave fast, lucky for you, Varrick's got your back. Now, who do you need to get rid of?"

Asami rolled her eyes. "That's not it either. I need to take someone back with me, but I need to get her in without customs knowing. She doesn't have a passport."

A sly smile appeared on Varrick's face. "Well, that makes things difficult, but not impossible. Getting her on the plane won't be a problem, it's getting her off without having you slammed in handcuffs that's the difficult part."

"Why is getting her on the plane easy?"

His enthusiastic smile and look in his eyes returned. "Because I own the airport of course!" he nearly yelled, spreading is arms. Of course he does. Why are you even surprised by this? "As for getting her into the United Republic, well, let me put it this way: everyone is willing to look the other way if you give them enough yuans."

The businesswoman raised an unconvinced eyebrow. "Are you telling me to bribe customs?"

"Damn straight I am! I've been doing it for years! Now a complete person, that's gonna be expensive, so I'd say, give the checking officer about 10.000, that should do the trick. Customs official's salaries are piss-poor, so there shouldn't be any trouble."

"And if there is trouble?"

Varrick almost looked insulted at this. "Then you offer him more, do I have to spell out everything for you?"

-He's got a point, you know.

Oh, shut it.

"Thanks for the advice. I'm leaving tomorrow, can I count on you to take care of the customs here?"

"That's gonna cost you."

Of course it is. "What's your price?"

A sly grin appeared on his face. "I want to be a larger shareholder in the shipyard. Future Industries is still holding on to 60 percent ownership, I want 5 percent of that."

"We're already giving you 15 percent, while you're only paying for 12.5 percent of the costs. Not to mention, that shipyard is going to cost millions, if not billions, that's an unfair price."

"You wanna get her out of here or not?"

Asami loudly sighed. "2.5 percent more, but you take over full costs of your part."

He thought for a moment. "You got a deal, Miss Sato. Text me when you leave the hotel, I'll have everything ready for you when you get there." Varrick paused, giving her a moment to think it over. "Now, what do you say, we wrap up the Chief warmly, change his mind on cutting you out?"

Asami smiled. "Let's."

They left their little empty hallway and made for Unalaq's office, where his secretary let them in. Now of course, the conversation was stilted and uncomfortable, given how the businesswoman and the chief parted ways last time around.

Varrick was the one to bring up the shipyard first. "Chief Unalaq, I have to inquire, why did you change your mind on the project? Asami and I have just renegotiated, and 2.5 percent ownership more will revert to my company. Does that do anything to change your mind?"

Unalaq thought for a moment. "Not really. I'd want a majority of the ownership to remain in the hands of the state, coming from the shares of Future Industries, where we buy it in terms after construction has completed. When I have that in writing, I'll sign off on it."

"You mean after you've had the chance to see whether or not it's profitable?" Asami snidely asked, fully aware that he would build in a backdoor somewhere in a contract like that.

A slight smile appeared on his face. "You are a lot smarter than you look, Miss Sato."

"I may only have been the de facto leader of my company for five years and the official one for three, but I know a poor investment when I see one."

Over the course of the meeting, it was mostly Varrick who tried to still make something from this deal, including upping the price of the land, offering higher profit rates to the Tribe, lower costs for military vessels, and none of it worked. Unalaq remained stubborn, and Asami was about sick of it.

Fuck this shit, it's never going to happen. "You wanna know what I think?" she asked when Varrick was about to launch another offer that would fall on deaf ears. "I think that if I'd sent a handful of board members, middle-aged men in grey suits who would fly home to a wife and three kids, you would have signed that contract, no problem." Varrick squeezed her shoulder, trying to get her to stop, but it wouldn't matter; Unalaq was never going to give in with Asami calling the shots. "But you're not dealing with my board, you're dealing with a lesbian 20 years your junior, and you can't stomach that."

Unalaq was glaring daggers at her. "Is there anything in particular you're trying to achieve with this little insult rant of yours?"

"Just want to put an end to this gigantic waste of my time," Asami smirked, loving the way she was getting under his skin.

"Let me make it easy for you." Unalaq walked out, and they could hear the conversation he had with his secretary. "Get my car out front. My guests will show themselves out." Even with her most basic understanding of foreign etiquette, Asami knew that leaving your guests was a grave insult in the Water Tribes. Still, she'd achieved what she was after and comfortably settled back into her sofa.

Varrick, however, did not share the sentiment. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?!" he yelled as soon as Unalaq had shut the door behind him. "We need that deal to go forward, and you just kneecapped it!"

That was to be expected. Asami settled into the sofa a little more comfortably, a slight smile lining her face. "Relax, I got this. Do you really think I'd burn a bridge unless I had a boat to peddle across?"

"Burn it? Burn it?!" He yelled in disbelief. "You didn't burn it, you threw a goddamn nuke on the fucking thing! What are you going to tell your company? What am I going to tell my company?! That we can't move forward with a billion yuan deal because of your ego?!"

The businesswoman made a 'fair enough'-face and nodded. "Yeah, that sounds about right. However, I would appreciate it if you'd make it a bit less hostile on my end."

Varrick's expression of disbelief was growing increasingly hilarious, and at this rate, the little smirk on Asami's face wouldn't be enough anymore to hide her amusement. "Why are you jovial?"

"I told you, I have a plan. You just need to trust me." She leaned forward. "And despite what you might think of me now, I need you to make that thing with customs tomorrow work."

He just stared at her incredulously. "You're kidding me, right? You are in no position to demand favors at the moment."

-You gotta tell him the truth now, lying will only make him less likely to agree.

She walked across the room, sitting down next to Varrick. "I'm going to get Tonraq out of prison and let him claim his throne."

He didn't seem impressed. "Don't tell me you believe in all those conspiracy theories? Unalaq is the chief we have to deal with, plain and simple."

"For now," Asami brushed off his comment. "I have two independent sources, both confirming each other. I trust them. All I need is time to work it out, collect proof that his trial was bogus, and he'll be a free man again. Get someone out of a hopeless situation like that, and when I say 'jump', he says 'how high'."

"People have tried that, Asami, and he's still behind bars. Plus, we shouldn't be discussing this in here."

The slight smile returned on her face. "This is probably the only room in the Southern Water Tribe they'd never think to bug. Plus, most people don't have my resources. Now there are more important reasons to make this happen, but having a chief on the throne I can work with is definitely an added bonus."

Varrick thought for a long time, twirling his mustache. "Alright," he ultimately said. "I'll get you your 'get out of jail free'-card for tomorrow, but you'll owe me. Big time."

"Fair enough. How do I go about it?"

He sighed. "You move through the freight area, go to hangar with your plane in it from there. I'll tell my man there to let you pass."

"Alright, thank you. I'll let you know if anything comes up." Varrick was in a foul mood, and leaving quietly seemed like the best thing to do right now.

-Right, you've pissed off most of your business partners here in the South, now what?

Make sure part two of my plan works?

-You don't sound very certain of that, not a good sign.

"I'm guessing you made some new friends over in the palace, huh?" Koda asked a few minutes into their journey back to the hotel.

"What do you mean?"

"Black SUV, one car back, don't turn around immediately." Asami took a make-up mirror out of her purse, seeing that her driver wasn't kidding. "He's been following us since we left. Now either it's a big coincidence, but my best guess is that he's after you, or trying to get dirt on you."

Shit. If they get eyes on Korra, she's as good as dead, we can never get out of here together.

-I told you it was a bad idea.

Asami sighed, trying to think up a plan. Chances were her cell and hotel phone were bugged, so she couldn't contact Korra that way. She'd have to do it the old-fashioned way. Literally. "Koda, I need to ask you for a favor. A big one."

"What is it?"

"I need to borrow that kick-ass 911 of yours."

At this, he was so surprised, he nearly steered into a parked car. "Are you being funny here?"

Asami shook her head. "No, I'm not. Has everything to do with this tail that we picked up just now, because I have to tie up some loose ends before I leave here tomorrow. I promise you, I'll bring it back in one piece." She looked at him with her biggest green eyes, knowing full well that had an effect on almost every man she encountered. "Please. I wouldn't have asked you if it wasn't absolutely necessary."

Koda hesitated immensely but ultimately conceded. "Alright, but only if you promise me to be very careful."

"Of course."

As soon as they made it back to the hotel, Asami made her way back up to her room, set to change out of these obvious clothes and instead changed into a pair of black jeans and a grey hoodie over her blouse, making sure no one would ask questions if someone saw her walking down the street. She took the precaution of leaving her phone in her room, making sure it couldn't be traced. Once down to the garage, she immediately walked to the bright red classic. Damn, that's beautiful.

"You here to steal my baby?"

"Something like that." Asami smiled. "I really need you on this one, Koda. If I can be traced, there's no telling what will happen."

He very slowly nodded. "Okay," the driver said, hesitantly handing over the keys. "Just be careful."

"Always." She got in the driver's seat, firing up the air-cooled flat six. The glorious sound of an engine working.

-You do realize it's not the most inconspicuous car in the South?

Meh, if the technology can't be traced, there's nothing to worry about.

With a loud roar, she drove off, heading to the gym. Luckily, Asami was good with routes, remembering the way Koda went when he took her there last time. She kept a close eye on cars following her but found that once she'd hit the neighborhood of the gym, nothing was behind her since the beginning.

Deciding to park the car behind the gym, out of sight from the main road, she walked inside, making her way to the loft. "Korra? You in there?" Asami asked, knocking on the door.

"Hold on!" came a yell from the inside. "Yeah okay, it's open!" followed after a few seconds.

The businesswoman stepped in and raised an eyebrow at the sight that greeted her; Korra was walking across the room, wearing nothing more than her armbands and a pair of panties.

Holy shit, you should try not calling in advance more often.

On closer inspection, after having enjoyed the view of first the completely bare locked heart and accompanying flowerbed on her chest, followed by the way Raava moved over that gorgeously muscled back...

-For fuck's sake, get a grip.

Asami slapped herself back into reality-land, seeing that Korra's hair was wet, probably just having come out of the shower. Once the callgirl had clasped on a bra and threw on a shirt, she turned around, smiling as she noticed the faint blush on Asami's cheeks. "Can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing," she smirked.

Now that the businesswoman was a little more focused, she saw the bruise on the callgirl's eye was still there, and it was now in its 'very dark blue'-stage, which didn't give her the healthiest appearance in the world.

Not that it matters very much, she looks amazing, shiner or not.

-Do I even have to make fun of that?

Go nuts, I won't care.

"Really? Titanic?" Asami asked, but Korra just nodded, her smirk growing. "Doesn't it bother you that you basically answered the door naked? I'm not the pizza guy you can flash instead of giving a tip."

She simply shrugged. "I'm in my own house, and you've seen my tits before. Doesn't bother me very much, and judging by the look on your face, you enjoyed the view."

Busted... "Okay, okay, I did. I'm not gonna deny it, I think you're really good looking."

"You and most others, honey," Korra winked. "Anyway, not that I don't enjoy the company, but what brings you by?"

Asami took a deep breath and steeled herself. "I need you to come with me immediately. There's a very real chance Unalaq is going to stir up a lot of trouble if we try to do everything last minute, and then he could stop you from getting on my plane. Have you packed?"

"One suitcase is all I really need, but I haven't yet told Wushu, that was going to be my next stop. I also haven't said goodbye to Katara, that's really all I had left to do."

The businesswoman slowly nodded. "Alright, we'll stop by Wushu on our way back to the hotel. Get dressed and meet me outside, I'm here in a car I borrowed. Now I gotta get back out there, otherwise I'm worried they'll nick my wheels."

Korra laughed, and that sound alone was enough to put a smile on Asami's lips. "You go, I'll just be a minute."

Asami got back to her car, and it fortunately still had all four wheels attached. Instead of waiting for Korra here in this alleyway, she decided to drive around the block a few times until the callgirl was waiting outside, a single suitcase in her hand and the worn high school backpack on her back. "All packed?"

"All that I need for now."

Asami looked at her, and there was a hint of red in Korra's eyes. "Are you okay?"

A small sniffle escaped her. "It's just... I had to say goodbye to Katara. She did a lot for me when I'd hit hard times, and she was always there to take care of me. Even when I was on the mend again, nothing changed, she was the one to come to me with the offer of renting the loft of this place. I owe her so much, and given that she'll be turning 90 in a few months, I feel like this was the last time I'll see her."

The businesswoman took Korra's hand, giving it an affectionate squeeze. "How did she take it?"

"She told me that if I got an opportunity to get out of this life, I should grab it with both hands, no matter how it comes."

Asami gave her a small smile. "Sometimes you have to let go, because that's the only way you'll have both hands free."

A tear rolled down her cheek, and Asami decided it would be best for now to pull the callgirl into a tight hug, which was slightly awkward in the small car. Korra graciously accepted this, and they stayed like this for a little while. "Thanks, Asami. That really was what I needed right now."

"You're welcome." The businesswoman squeezed Korra's hand one more time, before pulling it back to put the car in gear. "Wanna go quit your job?"

The callgirl chuckled. "Yeah, probably a good idea." She directed them through town to the building, which was actually in a much nicer neighborhood than Korra's apartment. 'WES' was spelled out in Old English Text MT on the door, which Asami thought was a bit much, but it still worked. The building itself was in excellent condition, contrary to what she thought.

"Do you want to wait out here? I'll only be a minute," Korra said.

Curiosity got the better of her. "Nah, I'll come with you. Never seen a brothel on the inside before."

The callgirl smiled. "Okay, just keep your head down. The girls tend to get a little skittish when a woman shows up, because that usually ends with a client being dragged out by his balls."

This made Asami laugh hard. "Has that actually happened?"

"Well, maybe not exactly like that, but you wouldn't be the first pissed-off wife to show up after learning where her husband gets his kicks."

Still chuckling, the businesswoman stepped out of the car and followed Korra into the building. Even though it was hiding under the guise of an escort service, it was still just a brothel, but it didn't look like that on the inside. Everything was spotless, ranging from the bar, to the perfectly maintained red wallpaper with golden fleurs-de-lis on them, to the actually quite nice matte black doors inlaid with that same white 'WES' that she saw on the outside.

Basically, it could have passed for a reasonable hotel or something, were it not for the fact that the place was crawling with scantily clad women, all somewhere between 20 and 30, if Asami were to have a guess. There were a few men talking to them, but nothing illegal, no touchy-feely as of yet.

"What do you think?" Korra asked, making her way to the back of the room.

Honestly, I have no idea what to think of this. "Place looks nice, I'd almost consider staying here if it was a hotel."

Korra chuckled. "Look, I gotta go talk to Wushu, you make yourself comfortable, okay?" she said and turned to the bar. "Koko! Get her something to drink, will you?" With this, she walked around the corner, and Asami sat down on one of the stools, feeling slightly uncomfortable here.

"What can I get you, honey?"

Asami thought for a while, seeing basically nothing but bottles with alcohol on the shelf. Bad idea, considering the fact that you have to drive a classic that isn't yours over very slippery roads back to your hotel. "Do you have anything that isn't alcoholic?"

Koko made a face like Asami was speaking Chinese, but she played along. "I have Diet Coke," she said, not the least bit convincingly.

It was hard for the businesswoman not to laugh at the way she was so surprised by this, but she did graciously accepted the Coke.

"Given how there isn't a ring on your finger, and how you came in with Sapphire, I suspect you're not here for the company," the barmaid said.

"Nah, I'm just helping her tie up some loose ends."

A small smile played over Koko's lips. "Let me guess: she showed you a good time?" Her grin grew as she saw a small blush appear on Asami's face. "It's not that weird, Sapphire is usually the one to handle the women who call."

The small talk went on for a bit, but Asami kept a constant eye out to see if Korra was coming around the corner again, which she soon did, followed by a rather portly fellow, dressed in a purple suit, of all colors. And it wasn't just a very dark blue, it was bright purple. In all honesty, it's the color a pimp would wear, and oh what a shock.

"Ready to leave?" Korra asked, Wushu still tracking her every move. "Red, this is Wushu, Wushu - Red. She's the one helping me out."

"So, you're taking one of my best girls, huh? Sad to see her go, she was a good asset."

Asami gently nodded but was also a touch revolted. It seemed that to this man, Korra, and in fact all of these women, were nothing more than a bunch of cash cows. "I'm a sucker for blue eyes," she snidely remarked.

He eyed her up, a small smile playing over his lips. "You're the one from 1206, aren't you?"

"That would be me." Suddenly, Asami had a bright idea, which would allow her to keep at least some bridges in the Southern Water Tribe intact. "A word?" she asked Korra, dragging her into a small hallway by the arm. "How'd you handle it with the money?"

"Gave him the money from last night, but he's still not too happy about it. Don't blame him, I was a good earner," the callgirl said with a cocky nod.

Asami smiled too. "I suppose that wouldn't help. Do you know if he has contact with any officials?"

Korra thought for a moment. "A few in the police department, and he at least has an ear at City Hall, not all men there are the perfect husbands and fathers the city likes to pretend they are. I've been over there a few times, Wushu gives them a pretty big discount in exchange for information and stuff - mostly small favors, nothing illegal."

The businesswoman's smile grew, knowing that it was a bridge worth saving. "Sounds good. You go to the car, I'll be out in just a second. Gotta make a small investment." They each went their separate ways, and Asami handed Wushu a stack of bills. "Consider this Sapphire's two-week notice," she said with a wink.

Wushu did a quick count of the bills, surprised at the amount. "You've got to be kidding me. You'd spend 1.500 yuans just like that?"

Asami just smiled. "The money is of very little concern to me, but keeping this relationship intact is. We'll be in touch." With that, she took off, taking her seat at the wheel of the Porsche again.

"What was that all about?" Korra asked with a confused look on her face.

"Gave him a wad of cash to act as your notice, make sure he'll play ball in the future. I used up my last favor with Varrick until I get a big project going again, which won't happen until your father is out of prison. If Wushu owes us a favor, we can use his contacts if we need to. Small investment for a big reward."

The ex-callgirl looked impressed. "That's very clever. Small wonder you made it to your position."

"Thanks," Asami smiled. "Unfortunately, I inherited it. My father left the company to me."

"Doesn't really matter. He chose his successor well." Korra dug around her pockets for her phone, checking it for the time. "Say, you wanna get some dinner? I know this place a couple of blocks away, they have the most amazing seaweed noodles. It would be a crime to have to freeze your ass off for two weeks and not have some proper Water Tribe food."

Asami's smile grew at the sincerity with which Korra said that. "If you say so, I'll believe you. Lead the way."

They went to a place not too far from the brothel, and it looked nice from the outside. One of those restaurants that had been open for so long that they didn't care about appearances as much as they used to. A run-down door, well-worn in the place where people always push it open, furniture where not every chair was matching, and pretty much every square inch of wall was covered with either paintings, photographs, or accolades of some sort. All in all, it was the coziest place Asami had been inside of in years.

Over dinner in a relatively private corner of the restaurant (the owner was familiar with Korra's face), Asami finally felt like she could relax. The plan was set in motion, the people following her would probably never think to look here, Jinora was making slow but steady progress building the case against Unalaq, the other deals were set, there were contacts left here in the South, but most importantly, Korra looked happy.

During their first night together, Asami knew that it was all just a facade. She was very good at covering it up, but there was constantly this whiff of disingenuity underneath everything. Made perfect sense of course, given that the businesswoman was just another client at that point, but now that had all faded.

They talked freely about everything and nothing, and it was simply lovely. It had been a long time since Asami'd had such a good time with someone.

Ultimately, they drove back to the hotel, making her way around the back of the hotel to park the Porsche back in the garage.

-Koda won't be happy that you stayed away for so long.

Meh, he can deal with it. It's in one piece and no one carved their name into the paintwork.

They both readied themselves for bed, making sure they wouldn't have to make too big an effort when they wanted to go, and mutually decided on one more episode of The Walking Dead, picking up where Asami had last fallen asleep.

"What do you say, save the rest for the plane ride tomorrow?" Asami asked, already feeling her eyelids getting heavier.

"Hmm, sounds like a plan," Korra mumbled back, also feeling the strain of the day wearing on her.

With one last effort, they made it to the bed, with Asami feeling the cold seep through the blankets again. One last time. "Say Korra, do you think your ribs can take being the little spoon for the night?"

The ex-callgirl chuckled. "Yeah, I can handle that much. Bring it on."

Asami wouldn't pass up that invitation, so she wrapped her arms around Korra, and they both settled in for their last night in the Southern Water Tribe.

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