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A different chance meeting

Practice. Why did practice have to be so early? Joining the Fire Ferrets was a great idea and Korra was having fun; but waking up early was just not something she was looking forward to every morning. Today, it finally caught up to her and she was running late. "Thanks Pema!" Taking a very quick breakfast from what Pema had half-coked, Korra was out the temple in a blur and waterbending her way across the bay to the city. Even with her practice clothing and helmet, she managed it easily enough. The ferry would have taken too long.

After she made her way through the streets on foot, she didn't have time to try and work out the public transportation schedules, Korra was finally able to see the large golden building off in the distance. A boost of energy came from that and she lighted up as she locked her eyes on her destination and ran full tilt into the street. As usual, she ignored the honking and other loud sounds of the city. They would only distract her from her goal

"Almost there!"

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Oh, dear. It was quickly becoming evident that this wasn't Korra's sort of thing...

No matter. Asami just offered an encouraging smile.

"Don't be nervous! I think that's a great choice." Her tone was as encouraging as her smile as she approached Korra. Simple, in her experience, was often better than anything overly decorated. "There's a changing curtain back there, if you want to try it on."

That encouraging smile went a long way for Korra and she did manage to breath easier. Giving a nod, Korra headed over to the curtain and shed her clothes easily enough. Most would think putting on a dress wouldn't prove too difficult, but Korra got it on eventually and pulled it down to where it fit just right.

Then she tried to pull it up to cover her chest a little more, but that didn't pan out. Apparently it was meant to look like that.

Giving up on that struggle, Korra peeked out from behind the curtain and then walked out barefoot from the curtain.

"Is, this right?"

Asami grinned when Korra stepped out from behind the curtain. She nodded gleefully and motioned for her to come closer.

"Come look at yourself in the mirror!" Truth was, Asami never really got to 'play' dress up with... well, anyone. Her father was so protective, and she was so busy with her studies and working on the cars that she didn't have that many personal friends. So with Korra? She was going all out.

"I think it fits you perfectly!"

Wiggling her toes nervously, she answered Asami beckoning and paused for a split second before looking in the mirror. This was the first time she'd ever been looking at herself in a light that wasn't just checking her physique to see if she needed to add more to her workout regimen.

Eyes wide with surprise, she almost didn't recognize herself. Korra tugged at the top of the dress to try and cover more of her breasts, but that was how it was designed to look so it only ended up making them bounce slightly.

Turning around, Korra looked at Asami. "That didn't take an hour." It's said curiously and all that came to her mind was just shoes. What was left?

"Well, we got pretty lucky with the dress!" Asami did her best to keep her eyes to herself as Korra adjusted the dress's neckline, but she made no promises. Dinner. They were here for dinner. She wasn't afraid to call it a date, but at the same time, Asami did know how to be polite. The 'dos' and 'don'ts' of 'sorry I ran you over, here's a fancy dinner' date.

"We still need to do your hair! You have naturally good skin, and your features don't really need it, so we can skip the makeup if you prefer!"

Makeup. Korra gave a quick nod at that offer. "Yeah, we can definitely skip the makeup." Not that she wanted to make it seem like she didn’t need it, just that Korra was sure she wouldn’t like having weird things near her face and eyes. Yes, mascara and lipstick were weird foreign objects to her.

"So, what’s there to do with my hair?" Running her ponytail through her hand, Korra gave Asami a pondering look. For her, it was simply putting on hair tubes for her tails and calling it done.

"That depends on how attached you are to having it up." Asami moved to stand behind Korra, watching them both in the mirror and lifting her fingers to brush lightly against one of her tails. She seemed like the kind of girl who wore it up all the time, but a little change never hurt, right?

"I have it down sometimes." She didn't mean to make it sound defensive, and her own tone made a light color of embarrassment rise to the top of her cheeks. Her head raised and her shoulders twitched backwards slightly at the brief touch; she swallowed.

"I mean, we can put it down for dinner." Apologetic? A little.

"Sounds like a plan." Asami's fingers slipped through Korra's hair and under her ponytail tube, and she started gently pulling it out.

"I guess we can just brush it out, if you want..." This wasn't taking nearly as long as Asami had anticipated... But whatever Korra preferred, she'd go along with it.

As soon as Asami's fingers were in her hair and she felt the tube being pulled out, a short breath escaped her mouth that was stopped by her closing her lips. Now it wasn't just being in close proximity, but something else entirely and Korra's cheeks gained some color until Asami's fingers were gone from her hair.

Swallowing, Korra nodded. "Yeah, my hair doesn't stay straight unless it's brushed out." Her eyes nervously looked from the brush to Asami.

"Easily fixed." Asami placed the tube on the vanity and slipped her fingers through Korra's hair to even it out after being up all day.

"Do you want to do anything in particular? Or just brush it out?" She gently pulled out Korra's pigtails, her fingers brushing against her cheeks. Asami was smiling subtly to herself.

"Brush it out I guess, I don't know any hairstyles that aren't Water Tribe." But she shrugged her shoulders while turning her head slightly, giving a half-smile; body language to let her know she was open to suggestions.

After all, Asami was treating her.

Biting gently on both her lips, Korra tried to not fidget as Asami worked on her hair.

"Nothing wrong with Water Tribe styles... They're great for nice, thick hair." Asami chewed lightly on her lip as she pulled the brush through Korra's hair. Not too much; just enough to get rid of the leftover shape from the ponytail holder.

"And if we're ready early, I'm sure they'll be okay with seating us a little before our reservation." She gave Korra another quick smile in the mirror.

Glancing up to see how her hair looked down while in a dress, Korra caught Asami’s eye and the giddy feeling in her stomach made her return it. "Just down then. I only have it like that when I go to sleep or take a shower."

Eating earlier would have been a wise decision, which exactly why her stomach growled and her mouth almost disappeared when she pursed her lips. Wise decisions weren’t Korra’s specialty.

Now if only her hair could hide her face.

Asami's smile widened, and she chuckled when Korra's stomach growled.

"You must be hungry, you worked out pretty hard today." Small talk while fixing her hair? Definitely. Even when she hit a snarl, Asami tried to remain gentle with the brush. She was nearly done.

"Yeah, practice can get pretty intense." Even though that was hours ago. The raveling of her hair did pull her head back slightly and Korra sat up a bit straighter.

"Do- I have to wear heels?" All she had on was the dress and her boots had been all she really used aside from her pro-bending gear. She gave Asami an uncertain look in the mirror. The image of her constantly falling on her face wouldn't leave her mind.

"Or flats. Whatever." There was an arrangement of shoes of varying heel height along the wall. Asami set down the brush and stepped back, admiring Korra's simple but striking appearance. It wasn't the kind of getup she would have chosen, but she supposed it was more Korra, from what little she knew of the other girl.

Perfect.

"Flats sound good." She's guessing they're exactly what the sound like. Flat shoes. Why isn't there some kind of book for these kinds of things? Not that she'd read it...

When Asami was done, Korra stood up and felt the need flatten out the front of her dress. She's used to her shirt being like a second skin, but the dress felt more unnatural and wiggle slightly as she straightened it.

The blue flats were easy to pick out and Korra slipped them on, wiggling her toes to see how much extra space she had. The tips of the shoes moved as she did so.

"Okay. So all good, right?" Looking to Asami, Korra had almost forgotten she was dressed up to. Easy to do so when she had only seen her in the mirror while her hostess was behind her.

As she held out her arms for judgment, her eyes went both up and down to take Asami in.

"You look gorgeous." And Asami meant it. Her lips quirked into a small, knowing smile as she noticed Korra's eyes taking her in. Her own dress was slim-fitting, sewn from fine Fire Nation silk.

"I'd say we're good to go."

"Thanks. You do too!" It was out of her mouth before her brain had time to abort and Korra's cheeks burned as she nodded. Quickly, she walked over to Asami so they could be seated and looked at the ceiling, walls, floor- basically anything that wasn't the woman's green eyes.

"Thank you," she replied with a wink and a slight blush of her own.

Asami stayed close to Korra's side as they were led to a quiet corner of the lowly lit restaurant. They had a private booth all to themselves, even a curtain to draw if they wanted to. But she knew that they weren't quite on that level, no matter how well they were clicking.

She settled onto the circular bench and patted the space next to her.

Edited 2014-02-20 03:04 (UTC)

Asami gave her the feeling nervousness and excitement were kicking and fighting for dominance in her stomach. As they walked, she stole a glimpse at the side of her face and Korra's baby blue eyes traced the outline of her cheek.

When they got to the table, the Avatar had to stop and actually look at the huge booth. It looked more comfortable than any couch she'd ever seen. After the patting sound grabbed her attention, Korra became aware that she was gawking and quickly slid in to sit next to Asami; avoiding any looks she may have been getting from the approaching waiter.

When asked what to drink, Korra shrugged and muttered "Water?" and then the harder question came and she answered way too quickly. "I'll have what she's having.

Menu? Korra was almost frightened to even look at it.

"I'll just have chilled sweet tea." Asami only managed a sideways glance to the waiter before returning her attention to Korra.

"I guess they don't have places like this on the South Pole, do they?" She tipped her head, friendly amusement in her eyes. Why was it so easy? Asami had been nervous all day, uncertain as to whether this was even a good idea.

But now? Now she was glad she'd taken the chance.

Laughing, Korra shook her head. "No, nothing like this. The North Pole might have something like it, but not down South. A lot of the places to go eat are practically inside other people's homes." She put her arm on the table and turned to the side so she could see Asami better.

Putting one leg up on the cushion put her dress at an awkward angle, so she brought her knee in to at least lessen it. She was way too used to pants.

"You're used to this kind of stuff?"

"Yeah, this is... pretty normal, I guess." She looked out to the rest of the restaurant, separated like it was a different place all together. Asami didn't mind it. She actually enjoyed her lifestyle. But it didn't also warrant getting away from time to time.

"I have to get away from it all from time to time, but it is nice to get all dressed up. I don't usually have someone my age to actually spend time with at places like this." She gave Korra another warm smile.

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