Omegas Gambit 1/4

Chapter 11

The scent of something sharp and sweet filtered past Asami's mask, mixing with the smell of burning metal. She killed the flames on the welding torch in her hand, pausing for a second and inhaling deep. She didn't even need to look away from the rudder she was repairing to know that Korra had emerged from inside the airship. It was almost embarrassing how easily she could detect the alpha's scent, especially since she was hanging several yards in midair.

In the end, she didn't bother waiting for Korra to try and get her attention. She turned in her harness, smiling at the tiny figure below. Korra was instantly recognizable even amidst the sand. "How's it looking in there?" she hollered, lifting her mask to shield her eyes from the sun's glare.

Korra waved. "Great! I just airbent all the sand out of the engine room. I think it's clean."

Asami loosened the clips holding her in place and began her descent, eager to get back to the ground. Even with several of the Earth Queen's airmen nearby, repairing various parts of the battered ship, she wanted to be as close to Korra as possible. Maybe I'm torturing myself, she thought as she landed and started over to Korra at a fast trot. It might be kinder to avoid her until we get some privacy...

But she didn't follow her own advice. Her skin flared when she came to a stop a few feet in front of Korra and the soldier accompanying her. The dry desert air had nothing on Korra's ability to make her feel overheated. She stripped off her jacket and tied the arms around her waist, baring her neck and arms for a little extra relief. Unfortunately, exposing more of her skin to the sun, and to Korra's burning gaze, didn't help. Sweat gathered at the base of her spine, and more trickled along her hairline.

"H-how's it going out here?" Korra stammered after an awkward clear of her throat. Asami noticed the way her eyes darted back and forth, soaking her in one moment, avoiding her the next. "Any progress? You looked pretty busy up there."

Asami shifted her weight to one hip. She knew it was cruel, but part of her wanted to see if she could make Korra sweat too. Suffering alone didn't seem very appealing. She swept a few strands of damp hair that had escaped her ponytail off of her neck, arching in a pretend stretch. She silently congratulated herself when her target's attention dropped straight to her cleavage. Korra's forehead began to glisten, and Asami caught her chewing at her lower lip.

"Ugh, that harness put a few kinks in my back. The ship's still pretty banged up, but I think she might be able to limp out of the desert." She turned around and waved at one of the other soldiers to get his attention, offering Korra a brief glimpse of her ass. Hopefully she can still see some of it under my jacket. "Kong, want to see if you can get the engine started? We're almost ready to go."

"Aye aye!" the airman said, throwing her a salute.

Asami was extremely proud of herself when she turned back and saw that Korra was still staring. Her eyes were full of longing, and Asami almost felt guilty for teasing her. Almost. "You want to go in with him?" she asked, closing a little more of the distance between them. Korra swallowed, and the swell at the front of her pants gave a slight twitch. "You look pretty hot. Maybe you've had too much sun?"

"No," Korra protested, a little too quickly. "I'm an airbender, remember? I'm my own fan. And we can regulate our body temperature. Tenzin... uh..."

Asami smiled as Korra's voice trailed off. She continued to tug on the collar of her shirt, pretending to get some air beneath the clinging fabric. Good. The last thing I want to hear about right now is Tenzin. "Well, maybe you can send a little of that air my way. I definitely got too much sun hanging up there."

It took a moment for her words to penetrate Korra's obvious fog, but when they did, she received a slightly nervous, slightly excited nod. "Sure. No problem. Just, um, stand there, I guess?"