"Wu, I am not wearing that," Korra said as she crossed her arms.

The designer frowned and threw his hands up. "I can never please you, can I?"

"It has a cape," Korra deadpanned.

"It adds that special little something," Wu said wiggling his fingers at the suit.

"No capes!"

"Fine! I'll nix the cape. What else do you hate about this masterpiece?"

Korra sighed and shrugged. "No, I can live with the rest of it. Tell me the specs."

"Well, it's fire resistant as well as bulletproof."

"I don't need it to be bulletproof, I am bulletproof."

"I know that," Wu said with a nod. "But I was hoping it might help the suit hold up a bit more. The last one literally got blasted to shreds."

The heroine sank down into a recliner. "Alright, I get it. I'm careless."

"No, you just have a dangerous line of work," Wu said as he sat down across from her. "Speaking of, do you really think telling Asami was the right thing to do?"

"She was going to expose my identity, we both know she could have found it very easily," Korra said. "Besides, you're the one who pushed me into telling her the truth."

"Have you bedded her yet?"

Korra's eyes widened. "Have I what?"

"Slept with her."

"No! I wasn't going to do that when she didn't know the truth."

Wu crossed his arms. "It's been almost two weeks since you told her."

Korra stood abruptly. "I'm not having this conversation. Can I take the suit with me or not?"

Asami looked up into the sky from the roof of the newspaper building. She bit her lip as she remembered watching The Avatar raced into the sky with the van.

"No, not The Avatar," Asami whispered to herself. "Korra."

"You called?"

The reporter turned quickly and her eyebrows shot up when she saw Korra floating with a smirk.

Her eyes moved up and down Korra's frame. The blue and white suit clung to the other woman's frame.

"New suit?"

"Yes, ma'am," Korra said as she touched down on the roof. "Well, I have the same mask but that's about it from the old suit. Blasted to shreds."

Asami smiled slightly. "I remember. You look good."

"Did I intrude?" Korra asked awkwardly. "I was making rounds and I thought I stop by to say hello."

"Oh, I was just thinking. Still trying to wrap my head around all of this."

"I couldn't stand lying to you," Korra said quietly. She reached up and took her mask off. "It's still me."

"I know, but now that I know," Asami said nervously. "I just can't overlook it anymore. Nothing will ever be the same."

"I thought you'd appreciate the honesty," Korra said with a dry laugh.

Asami chuckled. "I do, but as a reporter, I like to dig for the truth."

Korra smirked and played with her mask nervously. "I like to make things a challenge."

The reporter cupped Korra's face and stroked her cheek. "You sure do."

"But is it worth it?"

"I guess we'll find out."

Korra stepped in and slipped an arm around Asami's waist. The other women relaxed into the heroine's embrace and bent her head down. She smirked as their lips met.

They pulled away slowly and smiled at each other.

"I have to ask," Korra said quietly. "Are you going to tell Kuvira my identity?"

"Korra," Asami whispered softly. "Please…"

"I just want to know," Korra said quietly. "I do have family to protect."

"I could easily do it to The Avatar," Asami said with a heavy sigh. "But not you. Not Korra."

"Am I still two different people to you?" Korra asked.

"I don't know, Korra," Asami said. "You would be so easy to love, but you're…you're…"

"Not Kuvira?"

"I didn't say that!"

"You were thinking it!"

"What? Can you read minds now?"

"How can you say that?"

"You don't even understand what you can do!"

"I'm doing my damnedest to do the right thing! That's all I know!"

"Oh, where is the famous Avatar Ego now?"

"I'm just Korra!"

"No, you're some wannabe superhero who can't keep her life straight!"

Korra's eyes widened and she stepped back.

"Is that what you think?" She asked softly.

Asami bit her lip. "Korra, no, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry."

"No, you did. You can't stand me."

"No, I want you, Korra. I just spent so long hating The Avatar," Asami said softly. "I just hated you for so long that I never thought about the amazing woman behind the mask."

"Just tell me what you want," Korra asked quietly.

Asami sighed heavily. "I just want to be able to love you, but…"

Korra shook her head. "There's always a 'but' isn't there?"

Asami poured herself a large glass of wine and she leaned back into her couch. She bit her lip as she replayed the hurt and devastation on Korra's face.

"Why am I doing this to myself?" Asami mumbled to herself. "I just want to be able to love her."

A knock on the door roused her. She stood and moved to her front door opening it slowly. Asami's heart fell in her chest.

"Kuvira."

"Asami," The mogul said as she entered the apartment. "I was hoping we could talk."

"What do you want, Kuvira?" Asami asked with crossed arms.

"I've missed you," She responded as she sat down. "I was hoping we could reconnect a bit."

"Reconnecting usually means we go to bed together."

"Is that such a bad thing?" Kuvira asked predatorily.

Asami narrowed her eyes. "I'm seeing someone."

"Yes, the bike messenger."

"You know?"

"I do. You can't seriously think I haven't been keeping tabs on you."

Asami snorted. "I'd like to think you aren't that obsessive."

Kuvira stood and made her way to her former lover. Asami squared her shoulders and stared Kuvira down.

"You will never be rid of me, Asami." Kuvira said dangerously. "You will always be mine."

"I am my own person. I was never yours." Asami said sternly. "Now, I will ask you politely to leave."

"Fine, but first listen to what I have to say," Kuvira said. "I stilled need your help with The Avatar."

"Why? What did she ever do to you?"

"I've been making some very lucrative weapons deals and she's been a little too over-insistent that they not happen. I need you to find out who she is so I can crush her."

"She might have a have family, Kuvira," Asami said defensively. "She's just doing what she thinks is right."

"Right and profitable are two different things. The only right I actually do care about is for the safety of my people."

"You're still planning on running for office," Asami mumbled.

"I am and when I am President of the Earth Nation I will bring order to the world. And I will crush whatever heroes decide to get in my way," Kuvira said cruelly. "Family or no. I will kill The Avatar. And you're going to help me."

Something in Asami snapped as she brought a hand hard across Kuvira's face. She refused to let Kuvira to take Korra away from her. She would never help Kuvira.

"Get out."

Kuvira's eyes flashed with danger as she balled hand into a fist and punched Asami so hard she knocked back against the wall.

"You ever touch me again and I will make you regret it."

The mogul moved past Asami, who was struggling to her feet, and slammed the door behind her.

Asami moved her hand to her chin and wiped the blood from her lip.

Korra ran a hand through her hair and wiped a tear away. She had loved Asami for so long, but this isn't what she imagined. She thought it was going to be so easy, but she lamented how wrong she was.

She lifted her head when she heard a frantic pounding on the door. Korra sighed and moved to the door in an instant.

She opened it slowly and her heart fell to her stomach when she saw Asami with wide, frantic, eyes and a bruised lip.

"Korra, we need to talk."

"'Wow, first tell me what happened to your lip. Are you alright?" Korra demanded as she ushered Asami inside.

"I'm fine, but you are in danger," Asami said quickly. "Kuvira came to me tonight. She's planning on finding out your identity. She wants to kill you."

"Well, that part doesn't surprise me. Tell me what happened to your lip!"

"I slapped her when she demanded my help in finding you so she could hurt you," Asami said with a heavy sigh. "She punched me in response."

"Kuvira punched you?" Korra said as rage shot through her.

"Yes, and before you get angry you and I need to talk. She wants me to track you down and expose you. She knows you and I are seeing each other, but she doesn't you who you are. We have to move you so we can protect you."

"Wow, protect me? Asami, I'm fine."

Asami grit her teeth. "Korra, I know Kuvira, she will not stop until she gets what she wants. I denied her and she punched me. If that's her reaction to someone she claims to love, who will she do to you?"

"Do you still love her?"

"That is not what is important here!"

"Do you?"

"I…no, I can't say that I do. She is not the woman I remember. Spirits, she never treated me well at all. I don't think I've loved her for a long time now. I will not tolerate her abuse," Asami took a small step towards Korra. "I've found something better."

"What about my other identity?"

"It's all a part of you and Korra, I'm falling in love with you."

"It's only been a short while."

Asami shook her head. "Korra, this is real, please don't fight me. I want you help you."

"Help me?" Korra was stunned. "Come on, sit down let's take care of your lip. Then I go beat the tar of out Kuvira."

"No," Asami whispered softly. She clasped either side of Korra's face. "Be with me."

Korra's raised her eyebrows in shock when Asami crushed their lips together. Korra's arms slid around Asami's waist as she returned the kiss with as much intensity.

Asami pulled away suddenly and rested her forehead against Korra's.

"Korra, please, make love to me."

Hmm, minimal smut or all the smut?