Korra waits impatiently for Asami in the foyer of her mansion. Asami had offered to teach Korra a lesson on cars and how to properly maintain one. Korra always loved how excited the heiress would get ranting on the topic. The waterbender knew very little, if nothing, about the satomobile and decided this was a great way to spend time with her best friend. She takes in the chandelier and the art lining the walls hoping Asami would've been ready by now.

Korra fills her lungs to capacity with her airbending and gives out an astounding "ASAMI!" She was almost sure there was no room in the mansion she hadn't bombarded with her voice.

Asami pokes her head around the corner of the loft. "I'm sorry, was just finishing up a few things for this project I'm working on" she says with a cheesy grin. She saunters down the stairs to meet her guest. Her chest bouncing with each step catching Korra's attention. The Avatar's cheeks blush slightly.

Wow… Am I staring? Oh Spirits, look away. Look away. As she points curiously at a painting of dogs playing poker.

Asami was already wearing a tattered white top with a few old oil stains and a pair of long cargo pants that perfectly outlined her ass before falling down to her black boots. All of it in preparation for her lesson, no doubt. The heiress gave Korra a tight hug as though she hadn't seen her in a while. Korra wraps her arms around her waist and pulls her in close. She takes it in as she catches the scent of jasmine in Asami's hair.

Asami pulls back quickly, "I'm so glad you're here! Ready to get dirty?" She winks playfully at the waterbender.

Korra rubs the back of her neck with that sly smile across her face. "You know it."

Asami leads Korra out back to her garage where she kept her toys. It wasn't too far. The sun was beating down on this beautiful day as they walk up to the open building. There are tools pegged up on a board and displayed perfectly. There was a work bench with schematics and pieces of machine splayed out on top. Walking inside Korra sees one of Asami's nicest satomobiles waiting for them. The heiress climbs through the driver side door to pull the hood latch.

"Alright, first lesson. Lift up the hood," she says with a smile.

This should be easy enough, she thinks. Korra completely underestimates her opponent and tries to muscle up the hood. A taste of frustration and embarrassment crosses her face as she tries to lift it again. All the while, Asami is standing to her side with the biggest grin on her face.

Korra catches her. "Alright, what's the deal with this thing!?" she asks as she begins to lose her patience.

The giggling heiress grabs Korra's hand and slides it along with hers under the hood finding the latch. Korra starts to feel a flash of heat warming her chest due to the contact.

Asami moves in front of her, gently grazing her ass against Korra's hips, as she lifts the hood and braces it with the hood strut. "This holds it in place so it doesn't accidentally come crashing down." Korra nods in understanding as she tries to forget that Asami just brushed against her.

She uses her slender hands to show Korra's eyes where they should be looking. The heiress begins to point out parts to the Avatar- the spark plugs, battery and tries to explain how the engine works. She looks at Korra already recognizing that she's lost her. Asami thought to herself and realized Korra is probably more of a hands on learner. She stops her lecture and beings to show her how she would go about replacing and working on important pieces on the vehicle.

Korra tried her best to focus. Asami was so pretty when she talked about cars- getting all excited when she'd remember something important. It was proving to be a challenge. Thankfully, when Asami started showing Korra what to do, instead of just how, she was able to apply her attention to something other than Asami's lips. Asami directs the Avatar, "get under the vehicle. I want to show you something."

Korra did as she was told and slid under the car meeting Asami only a few inches away from her face. Korra couldn't help the burning feeling in the pit of her stomach as she turns to meet Asami's eyes as she explains what's what. "Alright," Said the heiress, "I'm going to have you change the oil. It's an easy enough task that is mandatory maintenance whenever you have a car. You have to keep up with it, or your car will get slow and won't work properly." Korra appreciates how Asami's tone carries a sense of concern. It's not like Korra has a car, nor will she have one any time soon, but Asami makes sure that Korra won't be without the critical knowledge. Asami shifts her body out from under the car leaving a disappointed Korra. "I'm going to grab the oil to fill it up with. Start working on the nut to the oil tank I showed you."

Korra was deep in thought as she began loosening the bolt to the oil tank. She hadn't really thought of Asami like this before. She thought of it merely as a little crush or was it maybe admiration? Korra loved how strong Asami was and how talented she was at so many things. All Korra felt she was good at was picking heavy things up and putting them down. What's so great about that!?

Korra was lost in thought as she barely heard Asami's voice. As soon as the screw came loose the oil spewed out and landed on her shoulder and chest. She was flailing to cover the hole as she hears Asami yell for her to use the drip pan instead of her face.

Korra was able to get it into place and slid out from under the car to catch her breath. Asami was laughing as she took on this caring tone in her voice. "Oh, Korra you poor baby. Here..." She hands her a towel.

Korra looks at Asami with an "I'm going to tackle you"kind of glare. She softens as she takes the towel from Asami. That laugh was contagious and… beautiful, she thought, wait…. Did she just call me baby!?

Korra cleaned off as much oil as she could. Instead of being in a sticky uncomfortable shirt she slid it up over her head, without even thinking, and tossed it to the side. With her bindings the only item in place holding her chest at bay, the giggles from the heiress begin to soften into a sigh.

Korra catches the heiress glancing at her strong physique with her mouth slightly agape. Caught off guard, Korra lets out an awkward laugh as she hopes she didn't just offend her host. "Sorry, I didn't want to be stuck in that mess anymore."

"No, Korra your fine. You're hot… I-I mean… it's hot! No worries." She chuckles nervously admonishing herself. "Let me just slide under the car to finish up with the oil and we can go get you cleaned up," she says with a bashful smile.

Korra watches as Asami lays on the ground getting under the massive machine realizing how it's at the mercy of those beautiful hands. Asami wasn't afraid to get dirty.

Korra caught the verbal slip about her physique that the heiress had thrown her way. She wasn't sure where it came from, but it made Korra feel confident and haughty. She wondered how much, if anything, she could do to continue to fluster her teacher.

Asami finally rose from the beneath the metal beauty. "Alright, that should do it. Sorry, that happened. I tried to warn you about the flow and to keep the drip pan ready." Self-consciously, Korra responds "Uh… ya I think I was a little too focused. I didn't catch what you said. Do you need help putting away the tools?" Her arms reached out and stretched to make her abs clench clear as day to the woman in front of her. Korra starts picking up a few tools, as well as the car jack, into her arms and tries her best to casually flex her biceps.

Asami clears her throat and starts grabbing the tools as well, fumbling a few. She lets out a nervous laugh. "Korra, how bout after you clean up we take a dip in the pool? It's so hot out we might as well cool off. I can make us some drinks too." She looked at Korra hoping she has more time to spend with her. "But, I don't want to keep you, if you had other plans for later."

"No, I'm totally free. I just don't have a swim suit."

"Well, I can help you with that. I have plenty upstairs. I can bring a few down and see how you like them."

"Great!" Korra stares at Asami with her gorgeous blue eyes. "Now to get cleaned up."

"You remember where the bathroom is, right? I'll be inside in a minute and bring you those suits to check out."

"Okay great. Oh and you have a little something right here," as Korra lightly brushes Asami's cheek leaving a black streak behind from her hands. Asami glances quickly into the side mirror and realizes that the smudge was definitely placed there by the hand that graced her face. She turns back to a grinning Korra on the verge of laughter.

Asami pushes Korra with her hands against her torso at her cut abs just teasingly below Korra's chest. Now Korra definitely couldn't stop laughing. "Ya, ya, ya get your butt inside before I take you down, Avatar." Oh, how Korra would love to see that happen.