Chapter Two

Korra checks herself out in the car mirror, going through her checklist once again. Teeth, hair, nose, eyes. Teeth-white, nothing stuck in them. Hair- fine. No pieces sticking up. Nose- clean. Eyes- pretty as always. She steps out of the car, smoothing out her light blue sleeveless blouse and grey slacks. Korra hates dressing up and she actually had to go shopping yesterday to find this outfit.

The White Lotus Hotel had some of the most expensive food in the city and she knew that she couldn't show up in jeans and a t-shirt. She had some understanding of class, after all. With a deep breath, she walks through the revolving door and into the elegant gold and whites of the hotel.

Asami had arrived fifteen minutes early. She has on a knee length red cocktail dress. She's sporting black heels and a black choker with a large onyx jewel in the middle. Her hair is clipped on the left side of her head and the rest is wavy and long against her back. She's making final touches on her make-up as she tries to calm her nerves.

Asami's always been a bold individual, but this whole thing with Korra has really shaken her up. She's never done anything like that before and it scares and excites her. Going on a date and actually getting to know Korra fills her with hope. She wants to be attracted to her emotionally as much as she is physically. Satisfied, she walks out of the bathroom and to her private table on the balcony.

"Do you have a reservation?" the hostess asks her. Scanning Korra, it's obvious that she doesn't think that she does. Korra pushes down a smart remark at the assumption that she couldn't get a reservation. Okay, maybe she couldn't on her own, but still. She touches the tribal tattoo on her bicep and smiles at the hostess.

"I'm supposed to be meeting Asami Sato. The reservation should be under her. Or, maybe she put me down too. It's Korra."

Immediately, her demeanor changes. "Oh, yes. Miss Sato's been waiting for you. Right this way, Ms. Korra."

That's more like it.

They take an elevator up until they reach a private room that opens up to a large, round balcony. The doors are open and the light breeze brushes against Korra's brown skin. Her breath catches as she spots Asami leaning against the balcony's railing, facing the city below, dress waving in the breeze. Those legs of hers seem to go on forever.

"Enjoy your meal," the hostess smiles with a wink.

A blush creeps up to Korra's cheeks. She knows she was caught staring. "Thanks," she mumbles.

Asami still doesn't seem to notice Korra, lost in thought as she stares at the downtown traffic. So, Korra steps forward, leans into Asami, lips brushing her ear.

"Most people would kill for a view like this."

Asami jumps in surprise, but quickly regains her composure. "Then, you better enjoy it while it lasts. You never know when you're going to see it again."

Korra steps back, grabbing Asami's hand and spins her around. She slowly, deliberately, and possessively looks Asami up and down, causing her to shiver.

There's definitely plenty of physical attraction.

"I have every intention of remembering this. You look beautiful, Miss Sato."

"Thank you Korra. You do as well. You have beautiful arms." Asami gazes appreciatively at Korra's firm body and smiles, imagining those strong arms wrapped around her.

"Thank you. Now, shall we?" Korra asks, wondering where this sudden smoothness is coming from. She was sure she'd be a stuttering mess by now. Asami brings out another side of her and she really likes it.

"Of course. Let's get started." Asami walks to a phone on the wall, hits a number and then says, "We're ready, Caleb." As soon as Asami takes her seat, two servers come through another set of doors, one, with drinks, the other, with appetizers.

"I've taken the liberty of choosing all of the food for this evening, I really hope that you don't mind," Asami says, unsure if it was a good idea.

"I trust your judgment," Korra smiles.

"That has to be some of the best food that I've ever tasted. I don't know too many places here that make Southern Water Tribe cuisine as authentically as back home," Korra says, happily rubbing her belly before downing the rest of her Fire Nation Whiskey. Happily buzzed and full, Korra puts both of her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands. She smiles at Asami who is just as buzzed from the multiple shots that she's taken.

"It's much better than anything that I'd be able to cook," Asami admits. She bites her lip and looks Korra up and down. "But, I'm sure that I could find something that is more of your taste."

Korra leans back with a blush. The conversation was just as amazing as the food, but it both left them wanting, more from each other. They discussed their passions, their fears, their dreams, and more. It turns out that even though they seem like opposites, they actually have a lot in common. Their competitiveness, their drive, their sense of right and wrong. They make each other laugh and seem to be able to communicate without words.

"I'm sure you can Asami. Now, what do you say we take this somewhere more intimate and then we can see just how healthy an appetite I have…"

"Hmm. I think that sounds like a plan."

Korra jumps up and grabs Asami's hand. She giggles as they both stumble to the elevator door. The door slides open with a ding and they practically fall in. Asami pushes Korra against the wall and crushes her lips to hers, squeezing Korra's biceps.

"Mm," Korra says. "Are you going to hit the button?"

"Yeah, yeah, the button." Asami takes a second to pull away, but she looks back at Korra's lips. Instead of pressing the button to the lobby, Asami opens a panel next to it and rips out a couple of wires. The lights flicker and then dim. The buttons cease to light up.

"Uh, what the hell, Asami?" Korra asks.

With a predatory glint in her eyes, Asami slowly slips out of her dress. Korra's eyes follow the dress' path with a gulp. Asami steps forward until she's directly in front of Korra. She slowly starts to unbutton Korra's blouse. Korra feels her pulse pounding in her ears.

"Now, Future Industries did make these elevators, so don't worry, I do know how to fix it."

By this time, the blouse is unbuttoned and Korra is helped out of it. Asami looks at her breasts appreciatively. She places a kiss on Korra's neck. Korra pulls her close, her leg slipping between hers. Their warmth mixes and they both shiver in delight.

"So, what do you have in mind, Asami?"

"Well, we're stuck in this elevator. I'm sure we can figure something out to pass the time. Maybe finish what we started?" Asami suggests.

Korra slowly unbuttons her slacks. "I do enjoy elevator music. Shall we make our own?"

"Only if you like it loud."

Korra lifts Asami up and Asami wraps her long, pale legs around Korra's waist.

It turns out that Future Industries elevators have really good acoustics.