More fluff! The end is nigh, people. The end is nigh.
Korra trudged up the long drivewayto the Sato mansion. Naga was behind her, nose brushing the ground as she
dragged her paws. There was not a single muscle in Korra’s body that was not
bruised. All day she had been helping restoration efforts throughout the city,
whether that meant using her bending to clear away debris; negotiating peaceable
living conditions; or using her bare hands to search through the rubble for family
keepsakes. Naga had busied herself with much the same work. Her saddle had been
repurposed for pulling heavy loads, helping to clear paths so machines might
follow. She had even rescued a kitten from a collapsed sewage pipe.
At the steps leading to the
mansion, Korra was met by one of the many staff members. Despite being resident
at the mansion for many months, Korra did not know his name. He was Naga’s
carer, of sorts. Asami had divided the garage to give Naga a stable area and
the man in front of her was responsible for maintaining it.
“You did good today,” Korra said,
lifting Naga’s weary head. Her white far was now thickly stained with muck. “Proud
of you, girl.” Naga grumbled and pressed into Korra’s belly. “You can have the
day off tomorrow, I promise. I’ll get Meelo and Ikki to take you to the beach
and you can go fishing, how’s that?”
Naga nuzzled into Korra. Where
usually it was enough to unbalance her, this time it was barely strong enough
to shift Korra’s weight. She gave Naga a kiss and sent her away with the
The steps to the mansion seemed
like a mountain. Only the thought of seeing Asami gave Korra the strength to
climb them. By the time she reached the top, her legs were burning. The door
opened ahead of her and the butler was there to greet her.
Her only concern was Asami and she
was reportedly still in her office. Where Korra had committed herself to the
grunt work of rebuilding, Asami was heading the planning and logistics. She
spent her days finding solutions to problems Korra could barely wrap her head
around. Because of Asami, there were homeless shelters throughout the city
where people could go for hot food and a place to sleep in safety. She had established
help from the Earth Kingdom through the railway Kuvira built, and organised the
docks to decrease the turnaround time of navy vessels bringing aid.
It was exhausting work but day by
day, they were seeing Republic City get back to its feet.
At the door to Asami’s office,
Korra did her best to brush herself off. Her hands were filthy. Her clothes
were stained with sweat and dirt. She debated changing and showering first but
she was so tired, all she wanted was to see Asami. Particularly after not
seeing her that morning; a problem with the water supply being tainted had woken
her before the dawn could. She had kissed Korra through a fog of half-sleep and
promised to see her again later on. A promise neither had been able to keep to.
Korra opened the door to the
office. She was met by Chief Beifong. She pressed a finger to her lips and
shushed her quietly. Over her shoulder, Korra could see Asami. She was asleep
at her desk.
“Wore herself out,” Lin said. “’Came
over to pick up the plans for using prison cars for mobile kitchens. Found her
out cold.” Lin looked her up and down. “You okay, kid?”
Korra smiled wryly. “About as okay
as you, Chief.” Lin had dark smudges under her eyes. Her skin was wan and tight
over jutting cheek bones. She had lost weight since the fight with Kuvira. Yet
her grip was sure as ever as she reached out to squeeze Korra’s shoulder.
“We’re winning, Korra. We’ll take
back this city.”
“Thanks, Lin. For looking out for
Lin grunted and shifted her feet.
Korra found the plans Lin had come for. She handed them over and Lin offered muffled
thanks under her breath. She left before Korra could say anything else. She
smiled after her for long minutes. They had come a long way since their first
meeting and yet, Korra knew some things would never change.
“And now for you,” Korra said quietly,
turning back to Asami.
Korra put one hand under Asami’s
knees and the other around her shoulders. Asami mumbled a few words in protest but
followed Korra’s urging. She slid solidly against Korra’s chest and after a
deep breath, Korra stood. Her muscles strained and screamed their displeasure. Asami
was not heavy but Korra wobbled under her weight regardless. For a few
heart-stopping seconds she thought she was going to buckle. She sagged against
the desk and adjusted Asami’s weight. Sweat broke out over her brow.
Summoning her last reserves of
strength, Korra tried again. The bed she shared with Asami was on the other side
of the mansion but it was at least on the same floor. She pushed open doors
with her feet, elbows and backside; whatever worked.
Asami fisted her shirt. Through nonsensical
murmuring, Korra heard her name.
“Right here,” she said, struggling
with another door. “I’m right here.”
“’Missed you,” Asami said. She burrowed
into Korra’s neck. Her mouth brushed Korra’s pulse, making it leap into her
Korra stumbled. Heat prickled
outward from Asami’s kiss. “That’s really not fair,” she said, chuckling. “You
shouldn’t be able to do that while you’re sleeping.”
Asami’s unguarded affection made
Korra forget her fatigue but she was still trembling by the time she reached
“One last door,” Korra said
through gritted teeth. She gave the handle a swift kick and it opened, the double-doors
swinging inward. Blessedly cool air wafted out. The moon provided light enough
to see by.
With the utmost care, Korra laid
Asami down on their bed. She had to pry Asami’s fingers loose of her shirt.
When she tried to move away, Asami reached for her.
She brushed the hair from Asami’s forehead.
“Just taking your boots off,” she said quietly. Asami tried to help with the
process but she was still so sleepy, she could barely hold her leg up. Korra
toed out of her own boots afterwards.
“I should shower,” she said. She
plucked at her grimy shirt.
Asami reached for her again and
weakly pulled her to bed. “Morning,” she mumbled. “Sleep now.”
“But really, I–” Asami pulled and
Korra tumbled into bed. She fell over Asami, bracing her elbows either side of
her head. “Guess I’m staying here,” she said, smiling.
“Guess you are, Avatar.” Asami rose
to kiss her. Soft and slow. “I missed you.”
Korra buried her fingers in Asami’s
cotton shirt and settled against her chest. Warmth blossomed inside her; limbs
gone heavy with relief and comfort. She yawned and listened to the steady,
metronomic thud of Asami’s heart.
“I missed you too,” she mumbled
into her skin.
If Asami spoke again, Korra did
not know. She was asleep in the next breath.