ATLA/LOK Fem Imagines

*The Truth Comes Out 2- Asami

Since her ex left, a numb and dull emptiness fills Asami's soul. She got used to their company, and she adored the attention they offered her. With them gone, no one constantly checks up on her. Sure, she has Korra, but they weren't in love. Korra does not love her, not in the way her ex did.

Sneaking off with Korra was supposed to shake up the routine of her life, but the Avatar would never clean her up after a long night of love. She wouldn't cover Asami's face in loving kisses or bundle Asami in thick blankets and feed her noodle soup when she was sick.

The businesswoman sits up from her soft with a sigh. Her stomach drops and churns as she glances at the space beside her. Waking up seems unnatural without their presence. Warm arms should be wrapped around her waist, protecting her from the cold while cuddling into her side. A soft begging for her to stay longer before heading to work should whisper through the cold room. With a heavy heart, Asami slides her legs off the bed, pushing herself off the mattress to her dresser, and preparing for work.

She shudders as she walks through the front door without a kiss goodbye, pillowy clouds chasing her lips for more. The nonbender settles into her office chair early instead of a few minutes late. Somehow their ex always found ways to get Asami to stay until the very last second. Now, the cheater twirls into her chair, struggling to find work to busy herself, her shoes tapping against the floor.

On the drive back home, she sulks against the leather seat, knowing her love won't be there to melt all the stress away. Her eyebrows raise to her forehead as she pulls into the driveway, finding Korra waiting for her in the yard, tossing a bone around with Naga.

She parks the car and rushes to make herself look presentable, fixing her hair and wiping her eyes. The Avatar jogs over to the red vehicle, "Just came to see if we could hang out?"

Asami rolls her eyes after lowering the window, "There's no point even pretending that's why you came here."

The younger woman smirks, resting an arm against the car, "No, I mean it this time. I wanted to see if Tuk was around, maybe watch pro-bending matches, but no one answered the door."

The older woman sighs, "We broke up."

Korra's eyes widen, "Oh! Did- did she find out or-"

The businesswoman hums, "Yup, and she hates our guts."

"I see, so what about us?" the southerner questions.

Asami's eyebrows pinch together, "What about us?"

Korra glances to the side, toying with her hands. "Well, are we still gonna hook up?"

The older woman reaches out the car window, tugs the avatar in by her collar, and forces her into a kiss. They stumble into the estate and up the stairs to the main bedroom. Everything seemed wrong. Korra's hands slid across her too rough, and her skin burned her skin. She's not Tuk. They should be here in Korra's place. It all feels wrong.

But Asami could do this before. Why is it so different now? What changed?

The avatar goes home right after, leaving Asami sprawled out on the king-sized bed and catching her breath. There were no soft declares of love or affectionate kisses. There's only silence and space beside her.