Lips
Asami re-applied her lipstick with practised ease. In the bathroom Korra was less carefully scrubbing the remains of the previous coating off of her face. Last time she’d been wandering about for the rest of the day totally ignorant of the highly distinctive mark on her cheek. Lin had been the one to point it out, right before their meeting with Raiko. Korra had nearly ended up with a matching scar to the police chief’s in her haste to remove the offending make-up. Korra had given Asami hell for it that evening. All evening, in fact. And a bit into the next morning as well. Asami was more than a little tempted to do it again. If Korra hadn’t once again been meeting with Lin for official business Asami might have chanced it.
Korra emerged from the bathroom, doing up her shirt. Before Asami could say anything there was a knock at the door.
“Your two o’clock is on the way up, Miss Sato.” Came the assistant’s voice. Asami sighed.
“See you tonight?”
“You bet.” Korra bent down to give her a quick kiss, not enough to mess up her lipstick. “See ya, Sato.”
Asami rolled her eyes as Korra grabbed her glider and flung herself out of the open window. She watched her unfurl the wings in midair and catch the breeze before she passed out of sight. I really have to make her a wingsuit,Asami thought. She straightened the last of the papers on her desk, checking herself once again in the compact mirror. This time Korra had managed not to mess up her hair too badly.
The day was uneventful. Asami ran down the clock. She was shuffling away her work when Lu looked at the door.
“Message from Air Temple Island, Miss Sato. Avatar Korra requests you meet her there.”
Asami frowned. That wasn’t the plan.
“Did she say why?”
“No. She did not call directly, one of the acolytes relayed the message. I assume that is why she didn’t call the dedicated line.”
Asami refused to be embarrassed by the Korra hotline she’d installed on her desk. When the woman you loved considered life-threatening situations part of the nine-to-five work week you either made arrangements and contingencies or went mad.
If Asami had been thinking a little more clearly the grin on the acolyte’s face as she arrived at the dock would have given it all away. She wasn’t and it didn’t.
Korra was in Kya’s quarters. The healer was barely hiding her grin. Korra was sat in the tub in just her trousers and chest bindings, a rapidly diminishing but still vivid bruise still staining her left side. It wasn’t the only mark. Asami had the decency to look embarrassed. Korra looked about ready to bend a hole to hide in. Asami’s lipstick was dotted across her skin in a way that could never have been explained as innocent. Across her collar. Abs. Hips. Disappearing beneath her waistband.
“Sooo...” Kya broke the silence. “Lunch, huh? I wonder. Did you guys get takeaway? Or,” She grinned. “Did you eat out?”
Korra just groaned and covered her face with her hands.