“I hope you haven't been waiting long,” a voice says from the doorway.
Asami places her ‘Future Industries’ magazine down to go and hug Korra. “Only three years. It's so good to see you again.”
Korra smiles and hugs the other alpha back. “You too.”
Asami steps back. “I'm loving the hair. I’m sure Mako will too.”
Korra grins.
She really had missed Mako.
Asami was like her rock, another alpha like herself to understand the difficulties in each situation.
Mako was like her energy flow, an omega, but a powerful one.
He made sure Korra was always happy and felt loved.
“Thanks. You're looking snazzy as always,” Korra responds.
Asami raises an eyebrow. “Snazzy? Whatever, I don’t want to know. Come on. Mako got us a table at the restaurant.”
They walk to the restaurant idly chatter, where Mako is leaning against a booth.
Mako looks up and brightens the second he sees his other alpha’s face. “Korra!”
Korra feels her inner alpha purr knowing she made her omega this happy. “Hi, Mako.”
Korra leans down to press a kiss to Mako’s lips who returns with just as much vigor.
Before they can go any further, Wu interrupts them, to Mako's annoyance and Korra's surprise.
The alpha prince addressed Korra. “Hello there, Prince Wu, rightful heir to the throne and Mako’s boss. I bet he's told you a lot about me.”
Korra shakes her head, her arm snakin around Mako’s waist as Asmai comes up from the other side to steal a kiss from Mako. “Nope. Not a thing.”
Wu puts an arm around Korra’s shoulder. “Then we have so much to talk about. You are going to love the food here, I know the chef personally.”
They all sit in the booth, Wu quickly sitting next to Korra. “Let's start with a round of your spicy octopus fritters and keep the cucumber-aloe water coming! Gotta keep this princely skin hydrated.”
Asami sits next to Mako, opposite to Korra and Wu.
“I thought it was going to be the three of us,” Asami says quietly, lips brushing over Mako’s temple, careful not to leave any lipstick marks on his face.
His lips were already red and swollen from Korra’s possessive kiss and Asami’s lipstick.
Mako sighs, leaning to her touch. “Sorry, but I couldn't ditch him. But he promised to be on his best behavior.”
Wu leans close to Korra. “Hey, pop into the Avatar State for me. I want to see your eyes glow.”
Korra looks at him annoyed and shocked. “What? No!”
Wu sits back down dejectedly.
Asami looks over to Korra, concerned. “So can you go into the Avatar State again? I was worried when you told me you couldn't.”
Mako shakes off Asami’s arms from his shoulder. “Wait, when did she tell you she couldn't?”
Wu keeps sipping his drink while Korra and Asmai share a look.
“What's going on with you two?” Mako asks.
Korra was hesitant to answer. “I wrote to Asami while I was away. I asked her not to tell you. I'm sorry.”
Mako pulls away from Asami and gives a hurt look to Korra, “Well, why didn't you ever write to me? Or Bolin?”
Korra shifts uncomfortably . “I don't know. I guess….I didn't know what to say.”
Mako purses his lips and crosses his arms, moving away when Asmai tries to touch him. “Even a hello for the hundreds of letters I wrote would have been nice.”
Wu looks at the omega sympathetically. “Mako, if it makes you feel any better, she didn't write to me either.”
Mako looks at him confused. “Why would she….never mind.”
Korra tried to sound more upbeat, “I'm sorry I didn't stay in touch, but I'm back now. And I wanna know everything about what's been going on with you two.”
“Asami, please, do go first. I’m sure you’re going to have the least to share, keeping contact with Korra and all,” Mako says sharply.
Asami seems taken aback with the comment but answers. “Well, I kind of have some big news. I went to visit my father for the first time. He had been writing me letters and I guess I finally felt ready to try and forgive him.”
Korra looks at her, worried. “You sure you can trust him? He might just be manipulating you again.”
Asami shakes her head sadly. “You think I don't know what my own father is capable of?”
Korra quickly backtracks. “No, I didn't mean….”
Asami quickly interrupts Korra. “I know it’s fine. But you were gone for 3 years. Things are different now.”
Korra seems slightly pissed now. “It's not like I planned to be gone for that long, I wanted to come back, but I never felt ready until now.”
Mako suddenly stands. “I need to take a walk.”
“Mako-” Korra starts, reaching across the table.
“Korra, you’re hurt and Asami, you’re….different. When you two are ready to be in a proper relationship, tell me. But you are not right now,” Mako interrupts.
Asmai stands. “Mako, are you breaking up with us?”
“No,” Mako says. “Just a break. Right now, Asami, you love Korra and Korra loves you. But neither of you loves me. And I don’t want to feel like an outsider in my own relationship.”
Mako quickly turns to leave, Wu following, complaining about his lack of food.
Asmai and Korra sat, pained and shocked at the table.
“You know the worst part?” Korra says.
Asami closes her eyes, knowing what she was going to say. “What?”
Korra looks at Asami sadly.
“He’s right.”