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“Such a pleasure to meet you, Miss Sato.”
Korra could feel her eye twitch as she watched Unalaq take the omega’s hand within his own. Instead of the standard handshake that Asami was attempting, her uncle smirked his lips over her knuckles with a firm pull. She swallowed a growl in her throat, trying to remain polite while her sleazy relative made his salutations. He towered over the omega, dressed in his finest dark blue suit embellished with gold buttons and matching beads in his long braided brown locks which almost touched the floor.
Korra never took her eyes off Asami’s reaction. She blushed faintly and shyly pulled her hand out of his grip with a little, sharp tug. Immediately she drifted closer to Korra, pawing a hand on a shoulder. The possessive touch eased the stiffness in Korra’s neck, but her annoyance was still simmering in her gut.
“The pleasure is mine.” Asami’s voice sounded genuine, but her chi was fluttering with unease, clearly telling her that she was nervous. However, she didn’t let it show in her voice. “I didn’t know Korra had such a big family.”
“And it will be ever growing it seems.” Unalaq fed her a charming smile before turning his attention to his niece. “Congratulations are in order. She is a fine specimen.”
“Thank you, Uncle.” Korra kept her jaw clenched while speaking through her teeth. She never liked how he talked about omegas, as if they were more like cattle rather than people. Korra knew omegas were naturally submissive to alphas for the benefits of procreation, but that didn’t make them inferior. To think that someone like her uncle would intentionally abuse his consorts made her blood boil.
Asami seemed to have sensed her anger. Her hand slid gently over her shoulder, toying her fingers in on the skin just underneath the collar of her shirt. The softness of the omega’s fingers distracted her enough to break eye contact, only to look her cousins, who stood not too far behind him as they waited their turn. Korra decided to speed the process along.
“Asami, these are my uncle’s children.” Korra announced while gesturing, keeping her voice in a quipped tone. “Desna and Eska. As you can see they are identical twins, but Desna is a boy, if you can’t tell.” Korra couldn’t contain her smirk when both of her girlish looking cousins shot icy glares at her from underneath short bangs and bristling long dark hair.
“Oh,” Asami took her touch away when they approached. “It’s nice to meet both of you as well.” The omega held her hand out in offer to which ever one felt the need to greet her first.
“Yes.” Eska stared down at her hand, but refused to reach for it.
“Forgive us for not touching hands with you.” Desna’s eyes seemed to stare at Asami’s gesture like as if she was meaning to strike him. “I will give you permission later after proper disinfection.”
Korra would have been as shocked as Asami if she didn’t already knew that her cousins were socially unskillful. What little interpersonal skills that they lacked, her cousins made up for it with a high sense of superiority, no doubt learned from their father. Eska, in particular, was aggressively manipulative. Desna was a only a little more tolerable and a bit of a germaphobe. Korra had suspected he landed little in the autistic spectrum, as smart as he was. But that didn’t make him any less of an asshole.
“Don’t mind him,” Eska said stepping into the omega’s personal space a little too closely while she lowered her hand away, leaning in to study Asami’s face. “We don’t make a habit of meeting potential consorts while they are cycling.”
“I’m not actually.” Asami’s lips formed a tight line, stepping even closer with a subtle glare in her eyes. “Neither am I a consort.”
Eska hardened her stare and huffed.“You are an omega looking for financial gain in exchange for producing heirs for our bloodline. The technical terms are hardly distinguishable.”
Korra could see the rage building in the omega’s eyes. Asami looked like she wanted to actually hit the alpha in her face. Part of Korra wanted to watch how Asami handled this, while the other had a possessive instinct to intervene. Just when Asami moved to respond, Unalaq tugged Eska back by her robes.
“I’m very sorry, Miss Sato.” The older alpha’s jaw was cut with anger, giving both of his children a look of warning. “It seems both of my heirs are lacking in manners today.”
“That’s quite alright.” Asami bobbed her head with dismissal, keeping an aura of defensiveness. “Republic City’s social standards are very different from your culture. It will take time and a lot of hard work to open the world to gender equality.”
Unalaq’s expression hardened for just an instant, then his lips twisted back into a kind smile, bowing his head as he replied, “And I humbly ask you to see the value in the natural order of gender dynamics. It has kept our family strong for thousands of years. Omegas are the heart of our culture. It is our duties as alphas to protect them.” He couldn’t help to add, “Even if it’s from themselves .”
Asami moved to open her mouth to reply until the kitchen doors flew open.
“Whose hungry?” Tonraq butted in with a charming grin, toting a platter of steaming meat. He stopped with caution at the scent of aggression in the air. The sharp fury that seethed out of the omega’s chi was tremendous enough to fill the entire dining hall. And the smug smirk from her uncle wasn't helping.
Korra reached out, gently grazing Asami’s arm. The flesh under her fingers trembled then relaxed as the heiress’s hands unclenched. She didn’t really mean to nudge Asami with her chi, it just happened naturally. The way the omega’s anger suddenly dispersed with one pulse left her baffled. She’s… listening to me.
Everyone made their seats without incident, thankfully. Asami took her place between Korra and her mother. Tonraq sat at the end of the table as usual where his brother sat across from him. Korra and Asami had to face the twins, but they didn’t move to talk, choosing only to communicate their misery through glaring.
Korra managed to take a few bites of her food. It was hard to focus on proper etiquette with all the awkward staring. Especially with Asami sitting so close to her, smelling like she does. While her father and uncle talked about childhood memories, Korra’s mind started to drift into inappropriate places.
She recollected the sounds and smell from the omega's chamber door over the past two days. Breaking down that door had crossed her mind a few times, but she practiced maintaining control over herself in the end. She had to constantly remind herself why it wouldn’t work out between them. Asami wouldn’t be happy with her. No omega would.
I have to admit though, there is something about her chi that helped me walk that night. I couldn’t have managed to do that on my own… Is she some kind of witch?
“Honey, you’re dribbling soup.” Korra blinked out of her trance, turning her attention to the witch in question. The omega’s eyes was filled with bemuse while dabbing a napkin on her mouth and chin, cleaning her up like a mother does for her pup. Korra yanked the cloth out of her grasp, giving her a sharp look as she finished the job herself. She halted in mid swipe as a hand slipped over her thigh, almost making her jump out of her skin.
Or a succubus.
The touch carried through her entire leg, making her toes tingle. It confused her and aroused her all in one simple squeeze of delicate fingers.
What is she playing at? No one can see her doing it under the table, so the gesture was only meant for her. It was that thought which reminded her of the plan to keep up certain appearances. Korra had been so focused on her extended family members that she had totally forgotten about her parents.
They’re gonna hate me later... Korra hitched her breath as her heart began to race. Now that she has to put on a ruse, her parents are going to think that she actually wants to marry Asami. Then the news will get to Hiroshi. And a date will be set. And all sorts of plans will be made. Caterers, the orchestra, frilly decor, the guests… and the rings.
She took Asami's hand in a hard grip, gulping at the swell in her throat. Sweat pooled from her pores and her hands started to shake. Her eyes found the concerned look in Asami’s face, silently asking her what was wrong. Those green eyes held something for her, a feeling that Korra couldn’t quite identify. And just when she thought she was going to pass out, courage swelled within her.
“I have an announcement to make,” Korra heard her own voice crack. The clatter of utensils and the rowdy voices of the older brothers quieted. Everyone was staring at her, waiting. Korra lifted Asami’s hand from her lap, placing their joined hands on the table. “After spending some time with Asami and thinking about the arrangement, I've made the decision to accept.”
***
Asami’s mouth hung open as if in shock. She knew it was a lie, but to hear those words from Korra's lips made her heart jump. She honestly didn’t know if Korra would actually go through with it. But she did. First guarding her door, now lying about the agreement. Korra was really determined to protect her.
At first, she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Her inner omega was purring in approval and she really wanted to… spirits she wanted to believe it wasn’t a lie. But after meeting more of Korra’s family and learning about their barbaric ways, she was starting to have some doubts. The alpha's hold on her hand seared warmth through her skin and no matter how subtle she attempted to pull away, Korra's hold drained all of her strength. Maybe this is a bad idea… I can’t disobey her. What if she is an extremist like her Uncle? Maybe she's been warning about this the entire time...
“That's wonderful news!” Senna was elated along with Tonraq, who beamed a surprised grin at them.
“That's my girl!” Tonraq smacked his hand on the table, rattling the dishware with his mighty strength. “We need to celebrate!”
“Indeed.” Unalaq nodded as he addressed his niece. “I can assist you in selecting a fine collar for your bride.”
“A what?” Asami blinked, not sure if she heard that right.
“A betrothal necklace,” Senna corrected, gesturing to the blue corded choker on her her own neck with a gem dangling in the center. “It's custom for omegas to wear one in our culture. Some chose to take them off after a mate bond is established.”
Asami could hardly believe that there were still parts of the world using collars as a mark of ownership for their omegas. She's only seen a small handful of omegas in Republic City wearing them as a fetish fashion statement. As beautiful Senna’s ‘necklace’ was, the thought of having to wear one was infuriating to her modern upbringing. Does Father even know anything about these people?
“Be sure to give us lots of grandpups!” Tonraq said with enthusiasm. Asami’s mind suddenly abandoned her turmoil, leaving only thoughts about having Korra’s pups. She blushed heavily, trying hard not to think about doing such a thing.
“D-dad!” Korra groaned, snacking a hand over her blushing face. “Don't say embarrassing things in front of everyone.” The burly chief only grinned at her with a shrug of his shoulder.
“He's just excited about being a grandpa.” Senna could barely contain her own excitement. And it made Asami feel terrible for going along with Korra’s plan, but only for a moment. Because she knew she was swelling the room with arousal pheromones and she could feel the hungry stares from multiple potential mates. Korra’s agreement to the marriage arrangement won’t be enough.
Spirits… they’ll eat me alive if I’m not careful. Asami’s heart rate went through the roof. Her chest heaved for breath, pushing out an exhale slowly to calm herself down. She couldn’t risk getting cornered by one of Korra’s relatives. The stress would trigger her and she’ll have no say in which alpha she wanted. Now that she was fully faced with the danger Korra had hinted at, Asami desperately clung onto Korra’s arm.
“We are excited, too.” Asami’s voice was warm with a smile, leaving no hint at her inner terror. She slathered on more displays of affection, snuggling up against the alpha’s side. Korra stiffened in place. Frozen for a second before moving to take a drink from her waterglass, hand shaking. This is the moment Asami made her move to secure her safety.
“Korra asked me to move my things in her room tonight so we can get started right away.”
A gushing spray of liquid blasted across the table, drenching the alpha twins in the line of fire.
Desna, who suffered the brunt of the spray, screamed in absolute horror. The chair behind him went flying. He moved as fast as he could to swipe the contaminates off as if he caught flame, then he promptly flew out of the dining hall to find a washroom.
Eska’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her skull if it wasn’t for the pure hate that kept them in place. Biting her cheek to keep from laughing, Asami's eyes stung with restraint. She was eagerly waiting Korra’s reaction.
Korra coughed harshly, taking a brief moment to collect herself. She puffed out her chest and forced a overdone grin. “Tha-that’s right!” She actually laughed off her embarrassment, rubbing her free hand over her neck. “I’m just as excited! Why wouldn’t I be?! ” Korra’s fake grin seemed stuck in place.
Korra twisted robotically to her ‘fiance’, still grinning like a fool while fluttering her thick brown eyelashes as if she was having a seizure. “In fact…” She grumbled. “I don’t think I can wait.”
“You can’t wait to marry me?” Asami asked, trying to hide the amusement in her voice.
“I meant I can’t wait to help you move your things in my room…” Korra leaned in aggressively, talking through clenched teeth, almost growling. “Let’s do it, right now .”
Asami was going to decline the invitation to rudely leave the meal, but the dominance in Korra’s voice sprang a shiver through her spine. She rose from her seat immediately, bowing her head respectfully to Korra’s family. “Thank you for the meal. It was lovely to meet you.”
“Korra,” Senna turned to her daughter who rolled away from the table in urgency. “Shouldn’t you stay and spend time with your cousins? They did travel from across the world to come see you.”
“Oh, let her be, Senna,” Tonraq chimed in. “She wants to get started making our grandchildren.”
Korra whipped around with her face aflamed. But before she could lash out at her father, Asami quickly joined her with a giggle in her throat. “We won’t take too long.”
“Take all the time you need.” Unalaq rose from his seat for the unmated omega fixing to make her exit. “Just try to at least join us for the festival in due time. Asami should learn more about our rich and traditional culture.”
“We'll be there,” Korra assured, pulling her omega further away with a tug on her arm.
***
“What in the hell are you playing at?” Korra snarled through the open door. She has parked right out in the hallway, watching Asami gather up her possessions for the short trip. The omega paused with a sarcastic arch of her brow.
“Don’t worry, it’s only temporary,” she said then continued to gather up some stockings, folding them with care. “We need to keep up with appearances now. Plus, I don’t want any of those crazy alphas near me. Certainly wouldn’t do when I have to come to your room in the middle of the night.”
Korra’s expression turned sour. “You’ve been coming into my room while I was sleeping?!” She started to growl at such an intrusion. “That’s totally creepy! You can’t just come in the middle of the night. What the hell were you doing to me?”
“Nothing!” Asami huffed and rolled her eyes, straightening up with her hands on her hips. “You have night terrors, Korra. You keep screaming and thrashing all over the place until I come to console you. It wakes me up every night, multiple times. I’m not sneaking in to watch you sleep or anything like that.”
Korra’s expression suddenly melted into a look of defeat, head lowering to find the ground. “Every night? I knew I had nightmares sometimes… but I didn’t know it was every night. I…” Her blue eyes widened, snapping back up to Asami with worry. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
Asami felt her heart swell. She crossed over the area rug, taking a knee in front of her, placing a hand over hers. She gave her best reassuring smile. “You fall right back to sleep when I get there. I know you won’t do anything intentionally to hurt me. I trust you.” At least, somewhat… Korra really was the only one she could trust. The only one that is working hard to keep herself at a distance while protecting her at the same time.
“But what if…” Korra trailed off for a moment to collect her thoughts. “What if you go into heat again?”
“I’m pretty good at telling when an episode is coming on,” Asami rose up in a confident stance, folding her arms over torso. “Last time I was already a little sleep deprived and we were arguing and then... that happened. By staying in your room, I’ll be getting plenty of rest. And so long as we don’t argue, I don’t see why this wouldn’t work until your family leaves. Unless, you don’t feel like you can handle this in a mature manner.”
“I can be mature.” Korra raised her chin, suddenly becoming defensive. “They should be gone in a few days. I can handle that. I slept in the chair for the last two nights, I can do it a few more.”
“Nonsense,” Asami moved over to finish packing, smirking to herself. “Your bed is big enough for the two of us.”
“I’m not sleeping with you!” Korra yelled. “I know what you are doing! You’re trying to-”
“Korra.” Asami raised her head in challenge. “Do you want me to go into heat again? Because that’s what will happen if you keep yelling at me and causing me stress. If you keep doing it then…”
“You won’t have to worry about that,” Korra growled, chi flaring as her hands gripped her wheels. Her face melted in an angry snarl. “ I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole! ”
Asami frowned as Korra sped off with a fury. Am I really that undesirable to her? She couldn’t help the hollowing feeling in her gut. There has to be something she could do to show Korra she doesn’t mean any ill will.
Her brain suddenly produced a phenomenal idea, as if someone flipped a switch in the dark, confusing corridors of her mind.
Ah! That’s it.
Asami abandoned her clothes, rushing over to her desk. It was piled high with books at the edges, cradling a mess of graphing paper, projectors and other drafting utensils. The blueprint of a new energy efficient engine was covered with a fresh sheet of white and blue.
With a grab of a pen, Asami let her engineering side take over for the next several minutes. She had such little time to do much of this recently because Korra was a bit distracting. But now she was inspired. The pen scratched with messy print, laying out all the necessary components. Lengths, materials, energy point receptors with an ion charging system -everything that would make up her idea. She spiraled into a flow, not knowing how much time had passed. After a while, a knock rapped on her door. Her eyes lifted up and over.
“I’ll help with your suitcase.” Korra glided over to the bed, zipping up the designer bag and hoisted it in her lap. Asami watched her go silently, when the alpha was out of sight a smile grew on her lips. She sighed, looking back down at her work, folding the paper delicately to place in a book. Maybe she’ll use this room as an office. She didn’t feel like invading Korra’s space too much.
After picking up a bag of bathroom essentials, she made for the door. Looking longingly at her unfinished concept before flicking the light off and closing the door behind her. I’ll come back for you later...
***
The rest of the day went without argument, or much of any conversation for that matter. Korra kept her nose in some math homework while Asami busied herself with drawing something, every now and again picking up her phone to text. It was a big distracting actually. Her phone was buzzing every couple of minutes and every time the omega checked her messages, Korra caught a smile while reading them. Who is she talking to?
As curious as Korra was, she fought the instinct to say anything about it. It wasn't her place, but Asami was lighting up with each notification. Eventually, Korra couldn't keep quiet anymore.
“Someone special?” she asked, trying not to sound too annoyed. Asami tore her eyes from her phone, giving her a look.
“My roommate back at the university,” she explained. “She's in the Fire Nation for summer vacation, lounging on beaches and drinking dragon fruit cocktails.”
“I bet you'd rather be there instead.” Korra sighed slouching in her seat.
“I'm right where I want to be,” she said, knowing Korra wasn’t convinced. Asami gave a sigh. “I do miss her though. It’s rather lonely here sometimes without a friend around.”
“What's her name?” Korra couldn't help but pry, she was bored with school work. At least that was what she convinced herself with.
“Opal.” Asami’s face softened with a smile to the name. “She's from Zaofu. Studying meteorology. She wants to be one of those crazy people who chase storms all the time. Tornados, in particular. I helped her with one of her projects to track wind patterns. She dragged me along on a chase, it was probably the most scariest thing I had done. We almost got blown away in a sand sailer.”
“You two sound pretty close.”
“We are…” Asami blushed a little. “She's my best friend. I’ve known her since I was little. Her mother founded Zaofu and hired Future Industries for mining equipment to harvest metal composites.”
“Suyin Beifong is your roommate's mother?” Korra sounded surprised, then again she shouldn't be. Asami probably knows a lot of elites throughout the world like she did.
“That's right,” Asami nodded. “I know all the Beifongs rather well. My father made sure to arrange Opal and I as roommates so he wouldn't have to worry about my condition while I am enrolled in school. It was the only way to convince him to let me stay in the omega dorms. Although, sometimes I need do need to find other accommodations when her alpha visits. It's annoying that their lingering sex smell always trigger me… but…”
Asami suddenly realized she's rambling and moved to finish what she started with a glowing blush on her cheeks. “Luckily, she’s willing to help me when it happens.”
“Oh…” Korra fumbled over her next question. “So… are you two romantically involved?”
Asami gave her a bashful smile. “Just friends. Have you ever been involved with anyone?”
Korra's face reddened as she struggled to answer. “One… someone from my hockey team. He and I dated for about a year until my accident. I guess seeing me paralyzed and hooked up to all sorts of hospital equipment was too much for him.”
“I'm sorry,” Asami placed her phone down, giving Korra her undivided attention. “It is hard seeing someone you love suffer like that. I can understand that pain… But it was wrong of him to leave you like that. Isn’t a relationship supposed to be about love? Sometimes I wonder if-”
“Do you always talk so much?” Korra groaned trying to refocus on her homework. Asami huffed with annoyance at the interruption.
“Well, sorry for having a conversation.” She frowned with a pout, folding her arms to shield herself. “You haven’t really tried to talk much with me, I’m socially starved, you know… It’s nice to talk. Why don’t you talk about something? Tell me about hockey… What was it like playing for the Fire Ferrets?”
Korra weighed her options, ignore her and start an argument, or humor her for a while. She sighed, leaning back so far that her head fell over the backrest of the chair, staring up at the ceiling.
“It was fun. A lot of fun. Hockey was everything to me. I got to travel, cut the ice and hang out with all my friends doing Spirits knows what…” She laughed a little recalling a memory.
“Bolin used to get me in all sorts of trouble. He and I went to a small restaurant selling a special on noodles. We made a bet on who could eat the most. I thought I was dying from a bowel obstruction but it was just a really bad stomach ache. Mako drove us to the hospital. I was hunched over in the back seat and Bolin leaning out the window barfing at highway speeds.
“Mako was screaming, ‘This is the last time I’m saving your asses!’ Yet… He always does. He was always the responsible one. Bolin is the fun one. They are brothers but it’s funny that they are nothing alike.” Korra sighed, tipping her head forward. “I miss them a lot…”
“Do you guys keep in touch?” Asami asked. Korra shook her head with a frown.
“Mako stopped talking to me after our breakup. Bolin messages me sometimes but I don’t usually get around to responding very much… No one really wants someone like me around to bum them out.”
“You only bum people out if you talk about it,” Asami said, rising from her seat. “l’m sure your friends miss you too. Why don’t you try sending them a message soon? I’m sure they would like to hear how you are doing.”
Korra snorted, waving a hand in dismissal. “And tell them what? That I’m lying to my parents about an arranged marriage with Asami Sato? They would just laugh in my fa-.... uhhhh.”
Korra had turned her head while talking, stopping to seeing the omega's back to her, shirtless. Asami was undressing right in front of her. Sure, she couldn't see her breasts from this angle, but it was still a stunning sight to behold. The sleek angled muscles of her back were refined and covered in moon pale skin. Asami reached behind, unclipping the lady black brassiere before shrugging it away.
Korra's eyes followed the impressions on her skin left by the black straps, down to the generous flare of Asami's hips while her pants tugged off. Before she could oogle anything further, the alpha's eyes snapped to the floor. “Ah… Asami?”
“Hmm?” She saw her turn a little in her peripherals, hugging a nightgown to cover herself.
“What are you doing?” Korra's face flamed up again, and before she could be any more tempted to look, she forced herself to stare forward at her mathematical scribbling.
“It's getting late,” Asami said while shuffling around behind her. “I'm pretty tired, so I'm getting ready for bed. You should do the same. I'll start running the bath for you.”
Korra wanted to snap at her but her tongue was swelling in her mouth. She tested a whiff to her armpit, nearly gagging at the smell. She hasn't bathed in a few days. She barely even ate anything if it wasn't for her mother bringing her snacks while guarding Asami's door.
Rushing of water roared from the bathroom, Korra sighed and closed her algebra textbook. The idea of sleeping next to such a fragrant omega kept racing through her mind. She was worried. I don’t want to hurt her in my sleep… what if I roll on top of her? She'll get the wrong idea.
Now the tension was starting to get to her. Asami was beautiful, smart and didn’t take any of her depressive brooding. In most cases, the omega distracted her from thinking like she normally does, twisting the conversation to a more positive light. And the subtle clinging she displayed at the brunch… it made her feel like she was wanted, valued. Even if it was just pretend.
Soft hands pressed on her shoulders, gliding down over her chest and tracing the line of her collarbone with gentle fingers. Korra's breath hitched with the contact, making her feel uneasy and comfortable at the same time. She couldn’t comprehend why Asami had such a powerful sway over her, but she did.
“Are you ready?” Asami's voice cascaded over her like a wave breaking upon the shore. Korra twisted in place to look at her.
That was a mistake.
Asami's red, strappy nightgown barely left anything to the imagination. Her eyes fell down without her permission, finding the little pebbles of the omega's nipples tenting the rouge silk. Her mouth suddenly felt dry.
“My eyes are up here.” Korra snapped her gaze back up with wide apologetic staring. Heart beating to a slamming war drum, not knowing what to do, or what she really wanted to do.
“It's okay…” Asami’s hands glided off her shoulders. “I don’t mind if you look. I know how you alphas are... Just keep your hands to yourself.”
“I…” Her hands trembled at the urge anyways. Her inner alpha was starting to nudge the cage she formed in her wavering resolve. “I should sleep on the floor… just in case.”
“ I'll sleep on the floor.” Asami insisted, cradling her face delicately with a soft smile. “I want you to be comfortable, your back needs support.”
“No, you take the bed,” Korra pulled out of her reach like lightning, speeding her way to the bathroom. “Sometimes the bed is too soft. The hardwood will help straighten me out.”
Korra pushed the bathroom door closed with a sigh of relief. Now she had some privacy and a barrier against the omega's scent, she could finally have some time to think. She stripped her shirt and sports bra off, tested the water before leaning forward on the edge of the tub. With a practiced hand she unbuckled her pants, locked the brakes and curled over the tub with one hand to steady on the safety bar on the shower wall.
With one smoothly timed motion. Korra yanked her pants and underwear down to her knees with her free hand, all while twisting around. Her bare ass splashed in the water, and when she was safe, she yanked the rest of her clothes off, pulling her legs over the edge and into the bath.
A sigh escaped her. Doing this on her own wasn't always successful. Korra was happy that Asami wouldn’t have to help her undress. She turned off the bathwater at a desired fullness and let herself relax back in the tub.
Now… what am I going to do? Korra closed her eyes, leaning her head back. If Asami could get her to walk, then Hiroshi will pull her out of the arrangement. But if she doesn't… Korra will have to marry her. Now that she saw how happy her parents were, she knew she didn't have the heart to tell them she changed her mind.
If I didn’t have that accident… I wouldn't have thought twice about marrying her. Asami was the dream omega. She was smart, gorgeous, funny and compassionate. She never took any of Korra's bullshit, either.
She's my ideal mate… but I can never be hers… I'm not an alpha anymore, not really. She wants pups… and I can't mate her.
Even after regaining most of her feeling down there, Korra hasn't seen her cock in over three years. Her clit was receptive to stimulation, but no matter how hard she tried, shifting was impossible. She never had the opportunity to use it on a partner before, since Mako was too intimidated to be on the receiving end of things.
But still, she really liked being an alpha. Her gender was the pinnacle of the food chain. It gave her confidence and a hopeful glimpse of a promising future. And even though she cared about Mako, she knew that he wasn't mate material. Their relationship was built on teenage sexual experimentation, and maybe a bit of rebellion on Korra's part.
Korra always knew that her duty to her tribe would bring her to mate with omegas eventually. Her status as a Prime alpha came with wild, arousing fantasies of having an omega of her own to fill with pups. And she had every intention to fulfill such fantasies.
But now… Korra was stripped down to a hollow shell. Everything that made her pursue a sense of purpose was gone. No matter how badly she wanted Asami, she could never fully claim her. She could never be the mate that Asami deserved.
I should just tell her… But it was sorely embarrassing. She was a coward. How in the world can she tell the omega of her dreams that she can't mate with her? She only had a small shred of dignity left. Her only hope of saving her ego would be to try to scare the omega off somehow.
I could be more aggressive, but she might go into heat… Korra will just need to be as patient as possible. She can withstand a few days spending every second with her. She's gotten used to Asami being around. It shouldn't be that hard to keep herself under control. I can be in control. Besides, it's not like I can do anything anyways.
***
Asami sighed, sprawled out on the bed, Korra's bed. It was saturated with her scent making her a little anxious but it was also surprisingly soothing at the same time. She wasn't sure if she could fall asleep. Korra was laying on the floor at a reasonable distance away, softly snoring with Naga cuddled up next to her.
Though, the snoring wasn’t keeping her awake. The conversation with Unalaq at their meeting was. Asami was beating herself up for not doing more proper research about Korra’s culture.
Before she agreed to her father’s selection, she made sure to review Korra’s past history thoroughly, going so far into setting up interviews with those who knew her. She even commissioned a swavy tech student to illegally retrieve the alpha’s medical records. And she would have thought about researching the expectations Korra may have on her through her upbringing if she didn’t unexpectedly received a charming package from Senna.
It included a scrapbook, home to many photos of Korra’s childhood, along with a letter about who Korra was and a ziploc bag containing a small cloth with the alpha’s scent. With one testing wiff, Asami was sold.
But now… she wasn’t so sure anymore. She had let her inner omega distract her. And now that she wasn’t still clutched in the remaining surges of her last heat, she started to feel more like herself. The careful, over analyzing natural thought patterns returned. And with it, anxiety.
Asami picked up her phone from the nightstand, swiping it alive to find some sort of distraction. Her eyes winced at the stinging light, making her move quickly to adjust the dim to the lowest setting.
Korra is snoring… it's kinda cute.
She waited, knowing Opal was probably still up the time difference between them.
I'm surprised she hasn't done anything yet. Maybe she doesn't like omegas.
I'm surprised, too. And she likes me, I know she does. She was staring at my tits earlier.
They are rather nice… What are you wearing?
The red nightgown… don't start anything.
Sorry not sorry. Kuvira is stuck in Ba Sing Se and I'm getting itchy.
I'm gonna try to sleep now. You are NOT helping.
I'm helping a lot actually.
Goodnight, Opal.
Before you go. Send me a pic.
Of what?
Of her. I want to make sure she's acceptable.
Asami broke a smile on her face. She slipped silently off the bed and padded over to the sleeping alpha, making sure to get a good angle before taking the photo. She knew Korra was a heavy sleeper, and the flash only made her stir just a little. When her sneaky deed was done, she sprang back under the covers, feeling giddy about doing something intrusive but harmless all the while.
Wow! She's actually hot. I may cut my time short here and take a trip down south.
Really?! Oh, that would be fun. Here, Honey. Meet my roommate, who I fuck on occasion. Great idea.
I just want to bow at the feet of the only alpha on the planet that makes the esteemed Asami Sato swoon.
Asami blushed, putting her phone back down on the nightstand. She figured that she should at least try to sleep. When she snuggled under the covers, her whole senses slipped into Korra's scent like warm envelope. And instead of trying to ignore the sweet spices, she let herself melt with it. And with it, came sleep.
Sleep didn't last, however.
Soon enough, she woke up to something wet attacking her hand. Moaning with drowsiness, Asami stirred. Her hazy eyes adjusted to the dark, seeing that Naga was licking her. With a groan, Asami retreated her exposed hand from dangling the edge, snuggling closer in on herself until sounds of whimpers filled her ears.
“Naga…” Asami groaned again, lifting up to glower at the dog. But then she realized the whimpering wasn’t from Naga at all. Her eyes fell to the alpha on the ground, her face was twisted in concern, pouting while muttering in her sleep.
Poor thing... Asami found her feet touching the floor, then her hands and knees. Letting habit take over while she was still half asleep.
Korra was trembling, murmuring something she couldn’t translate in her sleepy haze. Asami pawed at her face blindly, finding the nook under Korra’s arm to lay in. Her head found rest on the alpha’s chest while a hand caressed the distressed woman’s jaw. The effect was immediate. Korra’s mumbling stopped with a relieved sigh.
Usually, Asami would be awake enough to retreat after being rattled by Korra’s screaming and the journey it took to get to her room. But everything was quiet, and the alpha was only a short distance from the bed. Asami was too sleepy to get back up. The steady beat of Korra’s heart was lulling her back. And Korra was so...
Warm… And she smells so nice. She really does make me swoon.
Before she knew it, her half-lidded eyes fell closed, drifting off into sweet dreams.