Summary:
It only happens when Korra and Asami spar each other: A small, vindictive voice in Asami's head whispers traitorous thoughts. It seduces her with the prospect that this untamed, primal version of Korra belongs to her alone. It says that her eyes are privy to things about Mako's girlfriend that he has never seen.
Set between Book 1 and Book 2.
The Art of Fighting
"I hate you."
Korra definitely has a way with words. It never fails to bring a grin to Asami's face.
The Avatar shoots a petulant glare up to her sparring partner.
Never mind that she's flat on her back. Or that she can't get up because Asami has her pinned to the mat with a crushing hold.
(And how in the world is it fair that Asami knows a hold that somehow magically multiplies skinny Miss Sato's body weight by a factor of ten? Korra swears that people like Asami are the reason why the Avatar exists to bring balance to the world.)
Red lips curl up in delight at the waterbender's futile struggles.
Korra growls her frustration.
"Don't make me wipe that stupid smirk off your face!"
Asami raises an eyebrow at the audacity of the blue-eyed spitfire pinned underneath her. She thinks Korra's defiance is kind of cute, in a suicidal sort of way.
"Rule number one," Asami haughtily lectures her younger friend, "never antagonize someone who's in a dominant position."
She promptly digs an elbow into the Avatar's side to illustrate her point.
"Gah, stop that!"
Asami sends an even more insufferable grin down at her opponent.
"Excuse me? Did you say something?"
Korra's glare only intensifies.
"You are so lucky you're on top right now."
"And whose fault is that?" Asami interjects. "You were begging to get taken down with that sloppy combination you threw."
"It was not sloppy! It was unconventional!"
"Unconventional? Perhaps. But also ill-conceived."
"I'll show you ill-conceived when we get back to our feet."
"And what makes you think you'll be able to get back to your feet when I'm done with you?"
The waterbender stiffens at the slightly sadistic look that spreads over her normally sweet friend's features.
"Uh . . . Asami?"
It's already over.
Korra just doesn't realize it yet.
Asami knows the exact number of moves left until checkmate. She is an expert grappler. The Avatar is in her domain now. The young engineer is patient and methodical. On the ground, Korra's impulsive aggressiveness is a liability.
All it takes is one small mistake.
Instinctively sensing danger, Korra struggles to get up like a cornered wild animal. Kicking. Thrashing. Clawing. Chestnut hair scattered all over. Feral.
She is breathtaking.
Is this what Mako sees when he gets the Avatar behind closed bedroom doors?
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Emerald and Sapphire
FanficKorra doesn't know when she started caring about what Mako's girlfriend thought of her. A collection of one-shots about the evolution of Korra and Asami's relationship throughout the series.
