The elevator door pings and three of the occupants step out leaving only Asami in the elevator after the long meeting for her latest photo shoot. As an aspiring model, she's had to go so many of these open castings that they're all starting to run together. She didn't even remember which one she had shown up to and had to wing it. She definitely won't be the fresh face for Painted Lady Soaps.

She really needed this too. After walking out on her dad's company and declaring that she could make her own way, she's starting to get desperate as the jobs have been scarce lately. It could be because she's very high maintenance. With a sigh, she leans her head back against the wall as the elevator stops and opens once more.

She looks up as a woman with blue eyes and tanned skin steps onto the elevator with a book bag and some drinks. She stands far away from Asami as she presses the button to her floor. They glance at each other and with shy smiles turn away, both staring at the silver closing doors. About thirty seconds later, the elevator jerks to a halt so forcefully that both of the occupants stumble backwards, grabbing the railing. The lights flicker on and off for a couple seconds and the elevators ceases to move again.

"Son of a-," the blue eyed girl mumbles. "Hey, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. That just scared me a little."

"Yeah, me too. We should be back moving in a couple minutes." She sets the book bag down and leans her head against the wall. The lights flicker again and she groans. "It's like that creepy movie."

Asami laughs. "Yeah, I know which one you're talking about. The devil kills them off one by one. Well, I can assure you that I haven't done anything that would be worthy of the devil coming to get me."

"Well, if I think about it, there may be a few skeletons in my closet."

Asami raises her eyebrow and the other girl laughs.

"Hey, I'm just kidding. My name's Korra by the way."

"I'm Asami. Nice to meet you, given the circumstances." Asami steps forward and opens the panel under the buttons and grabs the phone. After a few seconds, the phone picks up. "Hi, I'm in the east elevator and it's stopped. The lights are flickering and it seems that we're between floors." She pauses. "Myself and another woman. It looks like we're between the ninth and tenth floor. I don't know sir. I'd say about two minutes. Yes. Okay. Okay. No, nothing's happening. Okay. I will, thank you." She hangs up the phone and turns to Korra. "So, they're working on it. Hold tight, okay."

"Yeah, sure. Not like I had anything to do today anyway."

"Not like we have much choice right," Asami smiles and Korra smiles back as she slides down the wall and sits down on the hard floor.

"So, if I may ask, what were you doing in this building anyway?" Korra looks up to Asami who is now leaning against the bar with both hands.

"Well, I was auditioning for a part." Asami too sits down and stares up at the ceiling.

"Are you a model, because you are definitely model material. I mean, you're very pretty-. I'm not trying to hit on you or anything." Korra blushes and fumbles her words.

"It's okay. I accept your compliment."

Korra breathes out in relief. "I'm sorry, I'm just not really good with closed spaces and I think it's affecting my brain."

"You're not going to have a panic attack or anything, are you?" Asami frowns.

"Oh, spirits, I hope not. But, I do have to pee and I might begin to do an awkward pee pee dance."

Asami laughs. "You're pretty funny, Korra."

"The most serious comments usually are the funniest."

The elevator begins to descend again, only to slam to a stop again. Korra's head hits the wall and Asami falls backwards and into Korra's lap. She squeals in embarrassment and pops up as quickly as possible.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"It wasn't your fault."

Asami opens the phone again, but with a silent curse, slams it down.

"It's dead." The lights flicker again, before cutting out completely. "Shit, shit, shit."

"We're going to die," Korra groans.

"Calm down," Asami tells her.

"I'll calm down when I'm out of this death trap. Who made this damn thing anyway? It's probably one of those Future Industries contraptions."

Asami laughs awkwardly. "Uh, I can assure you that Future Industries would not use such crappy designs."

Korra turns on the backlight of her cell and turns it to Asami. "And you would know that how?"

"Because my father created Future Industries."

"Oh fuck. I'm sorry."

"Oh, it's okay. I'm not really happy with him right now anyway."

"Wait a second. Backtrack. You're father is Hiroshi Sato and you are scrounging for modeling gigs? I have got to hear this." Korra laughs.

"I never said that I was going to tell you any of my business, now did I?"

"Oh, shit. Sorry. I didn't mean to be so forward."

Asami giggles. "Spirits Korra, you are so easy to rile up. It's cute really. We're just seeing things from different points of views right now. So, I'm going to spend the next year doing as many things as I can to piss him off."

"And if you're struggling, how will that benefit you?"

"I'll chalk it up to life experience."

"You're something else, aren't you?" Korra raises an eyebrow, not that Asami could see her.

"You have no idea."

"Asami," Korra begins.

"Hmm?"

"I'm really trying not to freak out here. I don't like closed in spaces." She sighs loudly.

Asami scoots closer to Korra and boldly reaches for Korra's hand. She hesitantly gives it to her.

"It'll be okay. Just relax and breathe with me." Asami rubs circles on Korra's hand, noticing how soft it is. She reaches out to touch her face and then stops herself. What am I doing? She thinks.

Korra breathes slowly and finally relaxes just as the lights cut back on, albeit much dimmer than before. They find themselves staring into each other's eyes, green on blue. Korra is the first to turn away, blushing. Asami notices it and narrows her eyes playfully refusing to let go of Korra's hand.

"Did I help?" Asami asks, finally touching Korra's face so that she can force her to look back into her eyes. Korra's heart pounds and goosebumps spread across Asami's arms.

"You- you did. I'm going to have to find a way to make it up to you when this is all over," Korra whispers quietly.

"Korra. I know this is forward and probably crazy, but you can make it up to me right now."

"What do you me-," Korra tried to ask, but Asami's lips crushed against hers.

They didn't even notice that the elevator had started to move again with a hum as Korra's hands found Asami's wavy hair. She wraps her fingers in the silky locks and pulls her in closer. Asami's leg slides in between Korra's and a moan slips out of her lips. Asami licks, nips, sucks at Korra's lower lip, pulling it in her mouth right before their tongues meet. Somehow Korra ends up her back, one leg wrapped around Asami's waist. Korra trails kisses along Asami's jawline and neck.

"Mm, Korra," Asami whispers. "Your lips feel so good on me."

"Mmhmm," she responds, tasting Asami's sweet skin with her warm tongue.

"Kiss me," Asami demands. Korra crushes her lips against hers once more.

The elevator dings, opening the doors and giving six people a show. One woman drops her cup of coffee on another man's shoe. He yells as the liquid burns through his shoe. A little kid asks, "Mommy?" as her mom covers her eyes. The teenagers get ready to pull out their phones to snap a pic just as the screams of the man startle the two. They jump up and pull away from each other as if they are on fire before collecting their things and mumbling their apologies.

Korra begins to race towards the door but Asami pulls her short.

"Don't you dare run away from me after that," Asami warns.

"But, I, uh."

"You what?" She crosses her arms and gives her a look.

"I don't know! It's like a dream. This incredibly sexy woman comes on to me after we get stuck on an elevator. We make out as she grinds on top of me!" People start to stare as Korra raises her voice. She lowers it, putting her head down. "I need to go before I wake up."

"Korra."

"This can't be real. I can't be this lucky."

"Korra."

"Hmm? Don't say it. I know what you're going to say."

"Do you?" Asami cocks an eyebrow.

"No," Korra admits, pouting.

"I don't just go around kissing incredibly sexy women in elevators. I don't know what came over me, but I'm glad something did. That was a rush. It was a great memory that I'm going to keep with me. But, I want to make at least one more. Let me take you out Korra."

"I'm- I'm kind of in a relationship."

"What? Oh, spirits, I am so sorry." Asami covers her mouth in horror.

Korra can't keep her serious face much longer and bursts out laughing. "Okay, that was a lie and a little payback. Who's gullible now?"

"You-," Asami grins.

"What?"

"Are going on a date with me. Tomorrow at seven, the White Lotus Hotel."

"I think that I can manage that." Korra grins.

"Good." Asami kisses her on the cheek. "I'll see you then." Korra watches Asami sway her hips back and forth as she walks away. "Oh, and Korra," she calls out.

Korra meets Asami's gaze with heat.

"You're a great kisser!" Asami yells loudly, causing more people to stare.

Korra covers her face with both of her hands as Asami's melodic laugh reaches her ears.