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Korra had, once again, been roped into emergency check-in coverage an hour into her shift. This time, she was partnered with Jenna, and between the two of them they had to deal with the engaged couple and a thirty-odd person entourage. The only bright spot so far that Korra could see was that the engaged couple had behaved courteously and hadn’t even demanded a luggage cart. Korra, a bit surprised they only had one travel suitcase each plus slim laptop carryalls, had wondered why, and found that they didn’t live too far away from the city but had wanted to be married in the park, then take a road trip honeymoon.
However, the rest of the guests had proven to be headache after headache, especially when she had to start juggling rooms with Jenna to make sure Uncle Blowhard got the room across from Great-Uncle Baseball-fan so they could both catch the game, or trying to discreetly keep Aunt Haughty from being put on the same floor as Other Aunt Slutty (according to Aunt Haughty, that is), et cetera, ad nauseam, kill-me-dead-now-please.
At least she could let her mind momentarily wander back to Asami Sato and the way her suit pants showed off her thigh muscles and the tantalizing hints of Asami’s chest under her jacket. And that line about her butt exercises – Korra could only imagine what those pants must show!
“Miss Korra?!”
An older man’s peremptory voice abruptly shook her from her reverie, and Korra realized she’d been staring at her computer screen without typing anything. She could feel the heat rise to her cheeks as she said, “My apologies, sir. The room assignments are becoming a little tricky as the hotel is filling up with you and your friends and family. Now, what suite did you say you preferred, again?”
Eventually, however, every person was finally squared away, and Korra heaved a tremendous sigh of relief as she looked at Jenna, who theatrically collapsed on the rear table next to the printer stand. A laugh threatened to escape Korra, and finally she could no longer hold back and she began laughing at Jenna’s antics, and the other woman joined her as she slumped back in her chair.
When Korra subsided, she looked at her watch and saw, to her surprise, that the allotted four hours was almost up. She went to find Tahno in his office and brusquely said, “The wedding folks are all squared away. The happy couple’s in the second-best suite and everybody else is satisfied. You can stop hiding in here and relieve me.”
Tahno irritably tossed his hair and looked up at Korra. “Fine, whatever. And take a half day when you come in the day after tomorrow.”
“Put that in writing on the schedule and I’ll be outta your hair,” Korra replied, not moving from her spot.
After Tahno duly noted the change and handed Korra a written note about it, Korra left the back rooms and went back to the hotel lobby, saying good-bye to Jenna as she pulled off her nametag. Korra stopped momentarily to put her nametag in her purse; she rolled her shoulders and rubbed the back of her neck, feeling the tension of the last three hours make itself known. And fuck, the bus better not be late again, Korra groaned internally. It’s already getting dark, too.
Korra looked at the elevators, then outside, then back at the elevators.
Maybe Asami wouldn’t mind if she just dropped in quickly to say hello and take a load off for a little while.
Korra sighed, imagining the easy chairs they had in the penthouse suite, and her feet took her to the elevator bank.
Asami, clad in a casual blouse and pants, swung the door open and beamed. “Korra! What a surprise! I wasn’t expecting you to come up after your shift. Come in, please!”
Korra walked through the door and took her shoes off, then let out a pleased hum as she felt the soft carpet through her feet. “Feels good,” she purred as she reached up and yanked her ponytail elastic off, freeing her hair.
Asami led Korra to the expansive common area of the suite, which had two couches perpendicular to one another in a corner. One couch ran along the wall that partitioned off the bedroom from the main room, and the other ran along the bank of windows, which currently had the curtains drawn across them. A couple of easy chairs were separated from the couches by a low square table.
Korra made a bee-line for one of the easy chairs and slumped in it, sighing loudly as she let her purse fall on the floor beside the chair with a small thump. She wiggled in the chair a bit to get comfortable, and declared, “That’s it, I’m not moving for the next half hour!” Korra then curled her toes in the carpet, working the kinks out of her feet.
Asami chuckled, after which Korra heard the tinkle of ice cubes in glasses and the slight gurgle of liquids being poured into them. A few moments later, Asami’s footfalls came closer, and Korra espied a glass being held in front of her. She automatically reached up and took the glass, after which Asami rounded Korra’s chair and pulled up the other easy chair to sit at an angle to Korra so they could see each other.
Asami raised her glass. “Cheers!”
Korra lifted an eyebrow. “What’s this? Vodka?”
“On the rocks.” Asami took a gulp from her glass and reclined in her chair. “Ah!” she sighed.
“Perfect!” Korra proclaimed. She raised her glass in a salute, then put the glass to her lips and took a healthy slug from the glass, draining off a quarter of it in one gulp.
The fiery liquid hit the back of her throat and Korra had to struggle not to choke as the warmth began flooding through her insides from the vodka. As the impulse to cough retreated, Korra smiled lazily and rolled her shoulders again. “Just what I needed!” Korra declared, letting her head roll back for a moment.
Asami frowned. “Was it really that bad?”
Korra lowered her gaze to look at Asami and rolled her eyes. “Oh, God. You wouldn’t believe. The worst part was when Aunt Hissy-fit, who doesn’t look like she’s much over thirty but is somehow the bride’s aunt, took it upon herself to declare that her cousin, over at Jenna’s station, was clearly gay because he was hanging around with this one co-worker all the time, and she was trying to keep her voice down but not well enough. So he’s like five feet away, and he knows he’s getting dissed hard, and he’s like, our age and he’s obviously not going to talk back to someone older than him and make a scene in that crowded lobby. So he’s embarrassed, I’m trying not to growl at her, and the damn machine chose that moment to decline her credit card.”
Asami winced.
“Oh, totally.” Korra took another belt from her glass, warming up to her speech. “So she says in this tight little voice, ‘I think you should run it again.’ Sure enough, fucking beep again, and I hand it back to her. She’s furiously rummaging around in her purse, and then Uncle Oblivious, who’s been texting on his phone all this time, looks up, grabs the card off the desk and looks at it. He says in the blandest way imaginable, ‘Honey, it’s expired. Don’t you remember we switched cards last month?’ The look she gave him could’ve cut glass. Me, I just wanted to smack my head on the desk for not noticing the expiry date first!”
Asami stared and then let out a strangled laugh. She tried to damp it down and blurted, “Sorry!”
Korra waved her free hand. “Go ahead and laugh, I’m sure I’ll find it hilarious tomorrow.” She took another sip and let the burn send another wave of warmth through her as the vodka hit her stomach. Korra rolled her head around, wincing a bit as her neck ached.
Asami set her glass down on the nearby table and said, “Still tense, huh?”
Korra nodded. “I’ll be okay, I think.”
Asami’s lips pursed in a small smile. “I think this will help more.”
She walked up behind Korra, and lightly rested her hands on Korra’s shoulders. Korra tilted her head back and looked up. “Asami?”
Asami’s answer was to gently squeeze and begin rubbing Korra’s shoulder muscles, prompting a drawn-out sigh from Korra as she closed her eyes and let her head slump forward, feeling the tension drain out of her as Asami massaged her shoulders. Korra could feel the strength in Asami’s fingers even through the vest and shirt she was wearing.
Korra rested her vodka glass on her leg as she felt Asami’s warm fingers begin rubbing her neck in small circular motions, the gentle touches sending tingles up and down her spine as she smiled. “Where’d you learn how to do that?” Korra mumbled with a slight slur.
“I thought it’d be useful to learn how to use my hands for more than swinging wrenches, so I took some after-hours massage classes,” Asami answered.
By now, Korra was nearly ready to fall asleep in her chair and said so. Asami let out a gentle chuckle and after a final quick neckrub, Asami put her hands on Korra’s shoulders and said, “Done.”
Korra experimentally rolled her shoulders and head as Asami’s hands lifted, and to her surprise, she definitely did feel loosened up. She tilted her head back again and grinned up at Asami. “Awesome!”
“Glad I could help, Korra.” Asami ran her hand down Korra’s hair, now spilling over the back of her chair. “You have nice hair, by the way.”
Korra snorted. “Me? You’re the walking advertisement for hair products, Asami. I bet you could do hair ads where you swish your hair just the right way and it flies in this beautiful slow-mo with a voiceover: ‘Get Sato-spray today!’”
Asami, her face slightly red, went to pick up her glass and sat back down in her chair. She busied herself drinking up the rest of her vodka, then extended her hand for Korra’s glass, which was now empty as well, except for the ice. Korra extended her right hand, then let it fall back to her lap as soon as Asami relieved her of her glass.
Korra couldn’t see why Asami had to be bashful about her hair, and blurted to Asami’s back, “You know you have beautiful hair, right?”
As soon as she said that, she sat up, the heat rising to her cheeks. She clenched her fists in her lap. Damn that vodka!
After a moment, Asami resumed walking to the well-appointed kitchen, and Korra turned to stare at the curtained windows, heard the clunks of glasses being put in the sink. After that, Asami’s measured footfalls made their way back to near Korra’s chair, and Korra put her hands on the arms of her chair. She babbled, “Look, I think I’ll go. That was the alcohol, and I was kinda… you know, the massage, and all that.”
“Korra, wait!” Asami sat in her chair again and leaned forward, her hand out, pleading with Korra to not get up just yet. Korra frowned a bit and sat back, eyeing Asami.
“Korra, I didn’t mean to make it all weird with the massage, okay? You just looked like you could use it after your shift, and I thought the drink would help. I swear I’m not trying to put the moves on you or anything,” Asami said, a taut look on her face.
Korra couldn’t help it. She grinned, and then a low chuckle escaped her as she pressed her lips together.
“What?” Asami asked, puzzled.
“You just outed yourself!” Korra exclaimed.
Asami’s face went red again. “I – well, okay, I like women and men, but it’s not exactly something I advertise, especially as I kind of like women more.”
Korra, by now relaxed again, said, “Well, I guess since it’s confession time, I go both ways too, but I kinda like women more, too.”
Asami looked up in pleased surprise. She said slowly, “So… does this mean...?”
Korra smirked. “You’re hot.”
Asami grinned and clenched her fist in victory. “Ha! Yes!”
“What, I don’t get a rating?” joked Korra.
Asami rolled her eyes and in a show of being put upon, said, “Fine. I concede that you, Korra, might just possibly maybe be quite attractive, too.”
Korra’s grin now matched Asami’s, and she said, “So what do we do next? You wanna play this fast or slow?”
Thanks to Skeleton-Horse for betaing this!