Archive of Our Own

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This was it.

This is the day Asami's life ends.

She was currently sitting in her room, rubbing her aching temples from the hangover she suffered. Her dad told her to wear something nice, so she was debating whether or not she should actually do that or to just wear a trash bag and hopefully disgust whatever rich, boring man her dad had set her up with to the point where he absolutely refuses to marry her.

She groaned. Why did she even agree to that?

Oh, that's right, an overwhelming amount of pressure from her dad as a result of being single at the seriously old age of...

Twenty seven.

Sure, she never really brought anyone home, but that was mostly because, well... 

She was gay.

Well, Bi, but she never saw the appeal of dating men really. Men were... alright, she just preferred girls. Also sex with men was boring as fuck.

And since her dad was super traditional (he literally pressured her into an arranged marriage) he didn't know, and Asami never planned on telling him. Besides, it's too late.

As if on cue, her father knocked on her bedroom door.

She groaned. "Come in!"

As expected, her dad walked in.

"Why are you wearing sunglasses?" He tilted his head. "Don't you think you should put your eyes on display? You have such pretty eyes!"

Asami deadpanned, taking off her glasses and staring at him with her red, hung over eyes.

He scrunched his nose in disgust. "Never mind."

"Wow dad you're so funny!" She said sarcastically, placing her sunglasses on the bed. "I still can't believe you talked me into that."

"That's just what people in our status do Asami," he shrugged, "besides, your mom and I got an arranged marriage, and we were extremely happy together!"

"Yeah, but then again your marriage lasted for exactly seven years," Asami reminded him, standing up and folding her arms.

He blinked, shocked. "Because... she died Asami," he said slowly, "not because we weren't a good fit."

"My point still stands," Asami argued.

"I think you just need to just give it a chance," Hiroshi urged, "we're only meeting the family today, if they're shitty people or something, we'll call it off. I promise."

Asami squinted her eyes. "And if I don't like them, we'll pull out?" 

"Of course," Hiroshi smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder, "I want you to be happy Asami, but I trust my decision completely. I know my daughter, and I'm certain you'll find the appeal in who I chose."

I doubt that. "Fine," she rolled her eyes, "I'll be on my best behavior."

"That's my girl," he laughed, "now, wear something nice, we'll leave in ten minutes." He said, then pretty much sprinted out of the room. 

Asami's eyes widened. "Ten minutes?! How am I supposed to get ready in ten minutes?! I didn't even do my makeup yet!"

"Sucks to be you!" His response came from downstairs.

"Fuck you." She groaned, slamming her door. 

Turns out, her dad was bluffing. He didn't say a thing when thirty minutes later she finally came down, fully dressed and wearing a simple makeup look on. So he probably just tried to get her going, and it worked. Fucker.

Usually, since they both enjoyed driving, one of them would drive them places. But today her dad felt the need to order them a limo, she assumed it was to impress whatever rich family he chose for her. 

They arrived at the meeting place fashionably early (which made the whole limo thing completely pointless but whatever), it was some fancy ass restaurant that she had never been to since it's entire menu was almost solely seafood based and neither she or her father were a fan of it. But as her father said, the place was chosen by the other family, which meant they had to be big on fish. Ew.

Speaking of them, they haven't arrived yet. Asami was a little bit surprised about that, since she assumed they'd want to impress her and her dad by getting there way too early in order to convince Asami to marry their son. So immediately, points down to them.

(She definitely wasn't just fishing for faults, who does that?)

"That's the Satos for you," Hiroshi chuckled, "always early."

"Then I wish they were Satos too," Asami muttered, tapping her fingers impatiently against the table they were seated in.

Her dad scrunched his nose in fake disgust, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "That's repulsive, Asami. Do you wish to marry your cousin?"

"Ew, what the fuck dad? That is not what I meant! I don't even have a cousin!"

"I have a cousin, two actually. I wouldn't suggest marrying them though, they're really creepy." A female voice came.

Asami jumped from surprise, not having expected anyone to overhear them. And when she looked to the side her jaw dropped when she saw the girl's lopsided grin, and when recognition hit the girl standing beside the table a moment later, her blue eyes widened.

Oh no. Asami really fucked up...

Literally. 

"You must be Korra," Hiroshi stood up, shaking the girl's hand, who only just now took her eyes off Asami just to smile at Hiroshi.

Korra? But that's the name of the guy she's being set up with...

What the fuck is going on?

"I am. And I'm hoping you're Hiroshi," Korra joked, making Hiroshi burst out laughing as she sat down across from them, ".... which means you must be Asami." Korra said with a weak smile, offering her hand for a handshake.

Get it together Asami! "Pleasure to meet you." She took Korra's hand, the physical touch reminding her of last night.

If it would've been up to Korra, she would be curled up in bed feeling sorry for herself and eating doritos. But of course, nobody asked Korra what she wanted to do. Her friend Opal just decided that they needed to 'celebrate' her last night of freedom. So instead of just laying in bed doing absolutely nothing, she now found herself in a bar.

She never wanted an arranged marriage, however, being the 'princess' of the southern watertribe made it pretty obvious that she's gonna have to get one. But, after moving out of the palace and into republic city and making it to twenty six without her parents even mentioning it, she thought she was off the hook.

Turns out, she was wrong. One month ago her parents called to let her know that they found a suitable girl for her to marry. 

Well, at least they were being considerate about her bisexuality... that's something.

Still, Korra wasn't too happy about it. But she had responsibility over her people, and if that was going to help them, then so be it.

"You have to stop being so bummed about it!" Opal put both her thumbs on the corners of Korra's mouth, pulling them upwards so that she was smiling. "Tonight is about freedom and hooking up with strangers!"

"No, tonight is about misery and alcohol." Korra argued.

"Oh come on!" Opal laughed. "What if your future wife is like, super hot or something?"

"I doubt it."

"Hey, I trust Senna's taste. She did marry your father..."

"First of all, ew." Korra tore Opal's hands away from her. "Second of all, they also got an arranged marriage."

"For real?" Opal sounded a bit confused. "Is there a reason as to why y'all are always getting set up?"

"Well," Korra started, "the title of being married is super important in the 'High society'." She said with air quotes. "Secondly, there's usually a deal coming with each arranged marriage, my parents married to unite the water tribes."

"Huh, so why are you getting married?" Opal asked, signaling the barman to bring them two more shots.

Korra shrugged. "Something about modernizing the tribe?" She answered. "Her family owns Future Industries."

"Damn!" Opal called out with a huge grin. "Sounds to me like you're marrying a super hot engineer. Cheers to that!" She grabbed the shot from the counter and raised the other for Korra.

"Or I'm marrying some prissy arrogant rich girl." Korra muttered, taking the shot with Opal and grimacing at the burn of it.

"You can't tell me you don't find intelligence sexy," Opal said, an amused eyebrow raised at Korra who was biting on a lime like her life depended on it. 

And she had a point, Korra Seriously couldn't. 

"Can't you just let me be upset?" Korra pouted.

"Ugh, fineeeee," Opal rolled her eyes, "but not tonight, at least let loose for the night."

"No promises," Korra muttered.

Just as Opal opened her mouth to argue, the barman came back, placing a cocktail in front of Korra.

"Um, I didn't order this?" She blinked, confused.

"It's from-" he started, only to be cut off by Korra.

"You can tell whatever man sent this to me that I'm not interested." She said harshly, pushing it away from her.

The barman just looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "It's from the lady across the counter," he emphasized, leaving with a shake of his head.

A lady? Korra blinked, and though she really shouldn't have looked, she did. And her breath hitched when she was locked gazes with brilliant grin eyes with a mischievous glint to them.

"Damn." Opal said from beside her. "She's hot as fuck."

That was an understatement.

Said girl was sitting leg crossed right across from them, wearing a black dress with spaghetti straps and a cleavage that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her long legs stretched from the cleft to her dress to what seemed like forever, her full, ruby lips were stretched in the most arousing smirk Korra had ever seen. Her pale fingers were wrapped around a cocktail glass in a way that left Korra drooling, and her wavy, shiny black hair just framed her face perfectly. 

And did she- did she just wink at Korra?

"You should try the cocktail."

Korra blinked, returning to reality. "What?"

"Try it!" Opal urged enthusiastically. 

"I can't try this," Korra argued, "this is obviously an invitation to... something."

"And?"

"And I'm getting married!" Korra exclaimed.

"You haven't even met the bride." Opal deadpanned. 

"Still," Korra folded her arms.

"This isn't that serious, we're talking about causal sex." She rolled her eyes. "You're not in a relationship, thus, you're not being unfaithful. Just try the damn cocktail."

Korra sighed in defeat. Opal had a point, Korra was just being a coward because she was intimidated by beautiful women. So slowly, she took a sip from the cocktail. 

"That's my girl!" Opal cheered.

"Wait, this is really good," Korra said, surprised.

"Excuse me?" Opal stopped the barman. "What cocktail is that?"

"It's called an Orgasm Ma'am," he answered, making Korra choke on it and blush furiously. 

"Oooohh you're blushing!" Opal exclaimed. "That means you're interested!"

"Opal, shut up." Korra hissed, flustered.

"You have to go over there now!"

"What?! No! Absolutely not!"

"If you don't go there and fuck her soul out, I will." Opal deadass said.

"Aren't you straight or something?" Korra frowned.

"I am straight," Opal agreed, "not blind."

Korra looked across again, this time the mysterious lady was raising an eyebrow at her. As if challenging her to come over.

And Korra was always up for a challenge.

She inhaled deeply to calm her nerves. "Fine." She said, tightening her grip on the glass and standing up.

"Go for it! Text me the details later!" Opal called after her, making her scrunch her nose in disgust. But she kept marching, taking another sip of her drink when she got closer.

"Finally catching a hint I see," the girl said when Korra arrived, and Korra wasn't sure if she said so in a seductive manner, or that her voice was just ridiculously attractive. 

"You have a good gaydar," Korra chuckled, trying to keep her cool while sitting down.

"Oh please, your bisexuality is violently loud, I could hear it from here." The lady laughed. "How did you like my cocktail of choice?"

"Very... blunt choice," Korra teased, making her roll her eyes playfully. 

"I am very straight forward, I don't fuck around," a smirk started spreading on her lips, "well, I guess I do."

Korra mirrored her smirk, trying to fight off the blush threatening to rise on her cheeks. "Is that so?" 

"Yep. Also, I guess I'm not that straight-forward," the mystery lady leaned in, "I'm feeling pretty gay right about now."

Korra felt a grin sneaking onto her face, and for once, she was glad Opal talked her into this.

"Well it's very nice to meet you," Korra said huskily, "I'm-"

She was cut off by the girl's finger on her lips. "Shhhh. Don't ruin it."

And Korra wasn't sure what she meant, but she didn't really care, because a moment later the girl's lips pressed against her own, and every coherent thought Korra may have had flew out the window. This lady tasted like alcohol, strawberries and perfection. What started with a soft kiss, had evolved into something hungrier, and the intention behind it was clear.

"How about we move this to my place?" Korra whispered when they broke apart for air.

"Mmm, it depends. You're not a serial killer are you?" The girl joked, playing with the fabric of Korra's shirt, pulling on it.

"No, unless you're into that," Korra smirked, immediately face palming herself mentally. Why would she say that? God she was such a gay disaster.

The girl didn't look at her weirdly though, she just laughed, a beautiful sound that made Korra's smile resurface.

"No, but I ain't judging," she winked, unlocking her phone, "so, I'm calling us a cab?"

"Definitely," Korra nodded, then turned around in her seat, "I just need to make sure my friend is- okay, she's making out with a guy in the middle of the dance floor."

The lady chuckled. "Nice."

"I should probably make sure she's alright and that this guy isn't a murderer."

"What is it with you and murder?" She laughed.

"Can never be too careful, right?" Korra responded with a shrug, getting up.

"Where are they?" She asked Korra, and squinted her eyes in concentration when Korra pointed her index finger in the direction.

"Oh, wait," she said after a few seconds, "that's my friend, we came here together. Don't worry, she's in good hands."

"You sure?" Korra worried her bottom lip.

"Very sure," she nodded, "Hey Bolin!" She then called, somehow managing to get his attention. "Make sure she gets home safe and punch every guy that comes near her!"

He saluted, making Opal giggle.

"See? Good guy," she smirked, "so..."

"Cab?" Korra completed. 

The girl laughed. "Absolutely."

A good few hours had passed, and Korra rolled to the side and closed her eyes, exhausted. Her entire skin was covered in sweat, her breath was heavy, and her heart was racing like never before. It was probably like, six AM at this point, which was a good time to stop and get a few hours of sleep before lunch tomorrow, and Korra was very, very ready for some much needed rest.

"Well, this was fun."

Just like that, her eyes snapped open. Suddenly it dawned on her that she had a complete stranger in her house, just the night before she was meeting her future wife, and that her parents were going to be in her apartment in a few hours.

On the one hand, this gorgeous woman absolutely couldn't stay. But on the other hand, Korra couldn't just kick her out in the middle of the night, that was way too dangerous. Oh, she was fucked...

She swallowed thickly, trying to keep it together. "Yeah..." she mumbled, "it really was."

Fun huh? More like mind blowing. 10/10 would do so again.

"Well," the girl leaned over to give Korra a quick kiss, "thanks, I needed that. I'll get out of your hair now."

Korra chewed nervously on her bottom lip as the woman stood up and started to gather her clothing from the floor. "Do you have a way to return home safely? If not, you should stay here, at least until the sun rises." She suggested, genuinely concerned but wishing she wouldn't take her up on that.

The pale woman slipped her bra on, then turned to Korra with a bright smile, one that took Korra's breath away. "You're sweet," she warmly said, "but I actually have a thing later, so I kinda have to get going. But otherwise I'd love to stay and give you a few more of these." She pointed at Korra's hickies, smirking.

Oh shit. She's gonna have to find a way cover those up tomorrow, why didn't she stop her? 

...probably her lack of self control, she fucking loved hickies.

"Actually, I also have a... thing," Korra nodded, "so this is probably for the best, should I get you a cab?"

"Nah, I got it," she waved her off, putting the last of her clothes on and gathering her belongings, "Wanna see me to the exit?"

Korra jumped on her feet, pulling on an oversized T-shirt and placing a hand on the small of the woman's back, leading her to the door. When the two reached the exit, the woman fisted her hand into the fabric of Korra's shirt, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss. Korra reciprocated, matching her passion. She didn't want to stop, she wanted more, more of this feeling of freedom, and most definitely more of this intoxicating woman, if possible.

When they broke apart, the girl just smiled at her softly again, her dazzling green eyes sparking with the light of the bright moon. Korra locked eyes with her, trying to take in as much as possible from the moment, especially since this was her last time doing anything like this before getting married.

"Have a safe trip home," Korra wished her, hand rubbing the girl's pale shoulder.

"Will do," she nodded, "goodnight, sweet dreams."

"Good night," Korra said after her, staying at the doorway a moment more to look at the woman as she made her way. Then, Korra came back inside with a sigh, shutting the door and dropping onto the bed face first, falling asleep almost immediately. 

Her dreams were filled with green. Emerald green that filled out every dark void, every corner. The same gorgeous green, that she knew she would never forget, though she will never see it again.