The hit list

Off track

 
 

"Go-Karting?"

Korra turned to her, grinning. "Yep!" She answered happily.
 
"Really?" Asami laughed.
 
"Yeah, why? What's wrong with that?" Asked Korra, somewhat nervously. 
 
"Nothing," Asami shrugged, "I just didn't think it was your scene."
 
"Oh it totally isn't," Korra assured with a mischievous smirk, "but I might get my learners permit soon and I need to know how much of a safety hazard that is."
 
Asami whistled. "You're finally learning how to drive?" She teased.
 
"Oh hush you," Korra waved her hands dismissively, "better late than never! Besides, it's time I'd get over my biggest fear," she said matter-of-factly.
 
Asami raised an amused eyebrow. "Your biggest fear is driving?"
 
"Nope." Answered Korra with a smirk, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "My biggest fear is dying alone."
 
Asami's eyes widen and her lips parted in surprise as Korra erupted in laughter from her own fucking joke, holding her stomach from laughter.
 
"That was terrible," Asami snorted.
 
"Thanks," grinned Korra, "now let's go inside! It's gonna be so, so fun!"
 
After buying their passes they got into a short briefing. They were each getting a kart to themselves, and though the operator promised them they weren't competing, Asami felt like kicking Korra's butt. What was kind of embarrassing was the fact that they were the oldest ones there besides the kid's parents, but hey, Asami never got a normal childhood, so who cares?
 
Korra sure didn't. She was as enthusiastic about it during the briefing as any child there, and had a huge smile on her face the entire time too. She kept whispering 'this is going to be so fun,' to Asami, and her fists were clenched together like an excited toddler. That's the thing about Korra, if you didn't know her, you'd think that she was just this super hot, super pretty soccer player who can easily be an underwear model and was kind of an idiot. Not that she wasn't all those things, she was. But she was also dorky, and had a childish charm to her. She was really smart, in a very different way than Asami, and though she was kind of a fuckboy, she was also kind and considerate. 
 
At least to her Korra was.
 
When at first landing eyes on her, Asami was hooked. She was just a sophomore, straight out of the closet (so not really straight...) and Korra was taking math with her. She was this confident, beautiful girl who never really acknowledged Asami's existence, nor did Asami want her to. Admiring from afar was good enough for her. Really, she wasn't looking to date, and she wasn’t looking to hookup either. So she was content with the nonexistent relationship the two had.
 
And then she learned about Korra's true nature. About her fuckboy attitude, about her friends... 
 
It's not that she was hurt by it, but she did feel disappointed. Had she really been fantasizing about a girl like Korra? Who did all those things to Kuvira and others? That was not a good look on Korra at all, so she dropped it. Not paying any bit of attention to Korra from that day on, except for some heated rants to Opal whenever Korra was brought up. But other than that, nothing. 
 
Well, maybe not nothing...
 
She still looked at Korra when she was sitting in the cafeteria occasionally, she was still beautiful by every aspect. Korra didn't really notice though, and it was better this way. Asami didn't want to have interactions with her, she didn't want to experience how Korra really was. Korra on the other hand... Yeah she had other ideas.
 
"Asami?" Korra's voice pierced through her thoughts, bringing her back to reality.
 
She shook herself. "Sorry, did you say something?" She smiled apologetically. 
 
"We're done with the briefing, " informed Korra, "are you okay? You were in a weird sort of haze..."
 
Asami bit back a smile. Then there was the new Korra, the selfless Korra, attentive Korra. The girl that she actually liked and not just from afar. The biggest idiot in the world and the most beautiful one too. She didn't know what it was about the other girl, but she just projected safety, projected trust. At least until...
 
Yep.
 
"I'm fine," assured Asami, "c'mon, let's get started."
 
Her phone buzzed, she ignored it.
 
They were each led to a kart and got buckled in. Asami examined the vehicle carefully, she never went go-Karting before, but she was sure she'd easily get the hang of it. Korra beside her on the other hand, looked baffled, kind of like a lost puppy. Of course Asami held the upper hand, already knowing how to drive unlike everyone else on the track, but it didn't mean she was going to give them some slack.
 
"Ready?" She addressed Korra, who was still in her adorable confusion. The other girl looked up at Asami, lost, and blinked in confusion. 
 
"What?" She asked.
 
But Asami wasn't waiting up on her. She immediately hit the gas, launching herself into the track. It was glorious - the wind on her face, bypassing kids and leaving them eating dust. Maybe she shouldn't have gotten so competitive, but currently she was in her element. Especially with Korra unable to even start catching up to her, to the extent that she managed to reach Korra again before that poor girl even finished her first lap.
 
"That's cheating," pouted Korra as Asami slowed down to drive beside her, like really slowed down.
 
"Not my fault you're slower than a dead snail," taunted Asami with a smirk, "how is that cheating?"
 
"I just wasn't ready!" She complained. "I got you next time."
 
"Bring it on," she winked, and not even a second later, she sped up again. Hearing Korra call 'Hey!' Before getting too far to hear anything. 
 
The next time she reached Korra, her kart was standing at the edge of the race track, with Korra sitting inside cross armed, pouting like one of the other children there. Asami couldn't help but laugh at the sight of that, stopping next to Korra and leaning sideways to face her.
 
"C'mon, what is it?" She asked in a soft tone, trying to suppress a snicker.
 
"You're mean." Complained Korra.
 
Asami raised an amused eyebrow. "I'm mean?" She repeated. 
 
"Yeah! You're not waiting for me." Korra huffed out.
 
"Well, you can't keep up," Asami replied with a chuckle.
 
"I can! I just need to get a hang of it first!" Argued Korra, pouting again.
 
"Okay, okay, have it your way," Asami snickered, "c'mon, let's go slow."
 
At that, Korra's face brightened and she nodded. Soon the two drove together, painfully slow, yes, but it was still fun because she got to see Korra's concentrated face, which was absolutely adorable. She barely had to pay attention to the road, they were so slow that the kids were bypassing them with ease. It would've been embarrassing if Asami hadn't passed them moments prior, so really it was only embarrassing to Korra who honestly didn't seem to care.
 
"Okay! I think I got the hang of this!" Korra called out, hands gripping the wheel for dear life.
 
"Ready to take it up a notch?" Asami called back, grinning. 
 
"If you have to ask you're already behind!" Winked Korra, before slamming her foot on the gas and speeding up.
 
Asami gawked at her, Korra probably thought she was being sneaky, but she still was going pretty slowly in comparison to the speed Asami drove in before. So she sped up, making sure she's passing right next to Korra when she caught up, chuckling at her shocked expression and taking out her tongue, before speeding up.
 
She just felt alive like that, she was never allowed much freedom, not as a child and not as a sort of adult, driving was the only thing that made her feel free, even if it was just for a limited amount of time.
 
Korra was trying to catch up, and was failing miserably. Asami looked behind her shoulder to glance at the struggling Korra from time to time, just to y'know, make sure Korra wasn't dying in a crash.
 
And as it turns out, she wasn't crazy to do so.
 
Korra kept going faster and faster, trying to reach Asami. At some point she started driving in zigzags, but Asami didn't really think much of it. That is, until Korra hit the lane's fence, and her kart literally flipped and fell on the side.
 
Asami's heart sunk, and she immediately unbuckled herself, jumping out of her kart and jogging to where Korra was (Which was extremely forbidden but right now she was willing to deal with the consequences). She kneeled down as Korra let out a groan of pain.
 
She placed her hand on the kart, using all her strength to push it back into its normal position. She then unbuckled Korra's seat belt, placing a hand on her cheek.
 
"Korra? Honey? Are you okay?" She asked urgently. "C'mon sweetheart talk to me!"
 
"I'm fine, I'm fine!" She chuckled in response, blue eyes as bright as ever as she looked at Asami with a smile. "I just bruised my shoulder, but that's it."
 
Asami pursed her lips together in worry as Korra stood up, grimacing as she accidentally leaned on her injured shoulder.
 
"C'mon, let's go to the bathroom or something, I have first aid in my bag." Asami said, taking Korra's healthy hand and starting to carefully cross the road, waving off workers that came to make sure everything is fine.
 
Korra blinked. "Why do you carry first aid in your bag?" She asked, baffled.
 
Asami stopped in her tracks and turned around to stare at Korra with a weird expression, as if she was saying 'seriously?' In her mind, Korra face–palmed herself. 
 
"Sorry," she apologized, "stupid question."
 
Soon the two were in the bathroom, with Korra sitting on the counter and swinging her legs while Asami was patching her up carefully. Korra didn't really seem in pain, she mostly looked like she was just enjoying the attention she was given.
 
"I'm sorry, " said Asami sadly, "you only got to that speed because you were trying to catch up to me, I'm the reason you got hurt."
 
"You kidding?" Korra's eyebrows furrowed together. "It's not your fault I'm a terrible driver. Besides, it was awesome! I was fucking flying! You are not taking credit for that awesome stunt."
 
Asami rolled her eyes. "Dork."
 
"Your dork." Answered Korra immediately, before the words had caught up with her brain and her eyes widened. 
 
Asami raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh?" She asked playfully. "You're my dork?"
 
"I just meant..! Like it was just instinctive-" Korra started rumbling nervously, and Asami cut her off.
 
"Sounds like something the 'old Korra' would say," she fake accused, trying to appear serious and not burst out laughing. 
 
Korra's eyes widened even more and she seemed to really freak out, shaking her head no urgently. "N-no! I just meant… one day... hopefully... if you'd want that with me..." Korra said sheepishly, worrying her bottom lip.
 
Asami's heart fluttered at that, and she couldn't help but laugh at Korra's nervousness. It was fucking adorable.
 
"I'll consider it," Asami laughed, rolling down Korra's sleeve.
 
"You will?" Korra said with big, hopeful puppy eyes.
 
Asami bit her lip. "Don't do that."
 
"Do what?"
 
"That," she gestured to Korra's face, "don't do that."
 
"But you like it," Korra grinned.
 
Fuck I do. "Whatever you say."
 
Korra bit her lip with a playful smile, and dear god that lip bite... it certainly wasn't helping Asami, all it did was make her blush and look away, flustered. 
 
Suddenly Korra's hand was on her shoulder, and to her surprise she didn't even flinch at the contact. It made her look at Korra again, who was now standing before her. Facing her gave Korra a chance to lean in and plant a quick kiss on Asami's lips, and another one, and another one... next thing Asami knows, she's ravishing Korra's soft brown lips with her own, kissing her urgently.
 
Korra's hands somehow found their way to the back of Asami's thighs, and suddenly Asami was in the air, back pressed against the wall, legs wrapping around Korra's waist like they had a mind of their own. And this entire time, not once had she stopped kissing Korra. It's not that they were going to do anything, so just for a moment she could pretend. She could let her body burn for Korra, she could excuse everything that happened like it was nothing, she could just live in the moment. 
 
Korra groaned into her mouth, biting Asami's bottom lip and making her moan softly. At that, Korra detached herself from Asami's lips, and moved straight into kissing her neck. She wasn't rough, she wasn't leaving any marks, she was just... Attentive and soft. Almost like she was taking care of Asami. But Asami was never taken care of. 
 
"I still don't trust you," she admitted quietly, "I want to, but I don't."
 
Korra stilled, pulling backwards to face Asami with her lips pursed together. She was hurt, there was no doubt about it, but she also looked like she had been expecting that, and that she understood. 
 
"It's okay," she said softly, "I deserve it, I haven't earned back your trust yet."
 
"It's just me and my stupid trust issues-"
 
"No." Interjected Korra. "This is not your fault. I fucked up, this is on me." She smiled sadly. "I'll make it up to you though, I'll win you back. I promise."
 
Please do.
 
"So what now?" Asked Asami, still very much held in the air by the other girl. She didn't mind at all.
 
"Another round?" Korra suggested sheepishly.
 
"Of making out in the bathroom?" Asami laughed.
 
"Of the Karting!" Korra called out with a soft laugh. "But also yes please."
 
"Mmm," hummed Asami, pecking Korra lips, "since I don't want you to die, I'm gonna go with no."
 
"So, keep making out in the bathroom?" Korra suggested with a toothy grin.
 
"I think you can find me a nicer place to make out in," Asami laughed, playing with a strand of brown hair.
 
Korra's face lit up. "I can do that!"
 
Her phone buzzed again, she ignored it.
 
And they were on their way.