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Asami was tired. She was used to it though, getting her doctorate required the majority of her time. Every so often she felt her workload become manageable, but then something new was dropped on her. This time it was tutoring and leading physics recitations and today she was set to tutor some junior who was struggling with the course.
Asami had began her studies at Republic City University. The engineering prodigy finished two degrees in 3 years. Her father, CEO of Future Industries, insisted she get her PhD at an upscale private school. The small, but notable Zaofu Tech offered a full scholarship. With her father's blessing Asami was accepted to the institution. The school's academics were exemplary, but it's rules and traditions were less than progressive. Asami felt trapped.
Part of feeling trapped was due to her love life. While at RCU the young engineer had sprung up a romance with the school's star basketball player, Korra. She was amazing, basically everything Asami could dream of. Their relationship picked up quickly, both women being hopelessly attracted to each-other. By their third date Asami couldn't find a reason not to let her in for 'coffee.'. Heat crept to her cheeks as she thought about her and Korra in bed. A deep yearning struck Asami's core. She missed her bad... real bad. She craved the evenings after projects and practices spent wrapped in each-others arms. She even missed how the students nicknamed them RCU's power couple.
They planned to make it work when Asami left for Zaofu, but they hadn't seen each-other in almost 2 months. Between Korra's rigid basketball schedule and Asami's workload there was just no time for visits. The relationship had definitely hit a sour note, but worst of all Asami was just plain horny.
All the time.
Horny over there.
Horny over here.
Horny in a box.
Horny with a fox.
A bag slumped onto the table in front of her and she came back to reality. Asami looked up to see a pair of gray eyes locked on hers. A low voice spoke, "I'm supposed to meet a Ms. Sato here for tut-"
"Asami, call me Asami," standing she gripped the young woman's hand and took in her appearance. She was in a very neat black and gray track suit, 'Zaofu Tech Women's Basketball,' printed on the front of her jacket. There was a big 'C' embroidered onto the right arm. Though her clothes were somewhat baggy, Asami could tell that underneath this girl was rock solid.
"Kuvira," she nodded. Sliding her chair back she took a seat across from Asami. There was something cocky about her. She sat down with the elegance of a high-classed lady, but gave off a 'don't fuck with me' attitude.
Well shit. Something about this girl reminded her of Korra. "So I understand you're struggling a bit with physics?" Asami asked, opening her folder and removing a few sheets.
"Well I missed a few classes and I need to catch up," she slid a test across the desk, a big red 75 was written on the top. The athlete's mouth was set in a firm line.
Though the grade wasn't great she was surprised the girl was seeking out tutoring. Flipping through the stapled papers Asami suggested they work through some basic freefall equations. After a few problems she discovered the soccer player wasn't just some dumb jock. Thirty minutes into their session Kuvira was doing better than the students who had been at every lecture.
Asami had taken to thumbing through books to pass the time. Occasionally sneaking glances over at the basketball player. She had removed her jacket, to reveal a tight t-shirt. The girl was fit, damn, maybe more fit than Korra. It definitely wasn't Kuvira's work ethic that reminded her of her girlfriend. Korra would be celebrating a 75, her talents laid outside the classroom. There was just this aura of power that radiated from the both of them.
It wasn't until they moved onto momentum that Kuvira called Asami over She leaned over the desk looking at the problem. "I don't understand, wouldn't one of the velocity vector's have to be negative?"
Asami leaned more closely and a silver necklace fell from her shirt and dangled. While she offered an explanation Kuvira's eyes were drawn to her chest. The button down shirt her tutor wore exposed some cleavage, but the athlete had a full on show in this position. "Are you starting to understand?" Noticing the silence Kuvira's eyes darted up to Asami's, both women blushed. Standing up, the tutor straightened her blouse.
"Yeah I-" Kuvira's cell phone begain ringing. "Excuse me," she said looking down at the screen, "I've gotta take this, it's important." The athlete stood up and began pacing carefully.
Asami watched the girl, blushing again when she remembered what had happened minutes before. I can't believe she was just blatantly staring at me like that. People were always coming onto her, but nobody caused her to react. Until now. Kuvira was atractive in her own way she decided. Something about her made Asami curious and slightly uneasy.
When the athlete returned her expression had changed. She seemed angry and troubled. "I've got to go."
"Uh, okay...everything alright?" Asami hadn't expected a response, but Kuvira slammed her palms down on the table and inhaled sharply. She began collecting her belongings frantically.
"Do you need a ride somewhere or something?" Asami had no idea why she was offering this girl a ride. She had just put herself in a strange situation, but for some reason she hoped Kuvira wouldn't decline.
"I mean if you're going through midtown, I could use a ride."
"Yeah, I could do that."
Asami whipped through the streets, her raven hair floating behind her in the wind. Occasionally she'd glance over at Kuvira, but the young woman kept her eyes straight ahead. "So what are you majoring in?"
Still keeping her eyes on the road Kuvira replied, "Political science and government."
"So why are you taking calculus based physics?" Asami chuckled, not pegging Kuvira as the type to do equations for fun.
"Well if all goes as planned, when I begin my military career, I wish to have a good grasp on basic engineering sciences," Kuvira finally turned to look at Asami, "In order to move through the ranks, you need to see more than one side to things."
Asami nodded smiling to herself, clearly this girl didn't know who she was dealing with. For some reason she liked the way Kuvira was so effortlessly confident around her. Not like most people who only tried to kiss her ass.
The satomobile pulled to a stop in front of an average looking bar. "This is my stop," Kuvira said, slamming the door shut. Before she could get a thank you out a large man was thrust into her, knocking her against the red vehicle.
"Keep this piece of shit, out of my bar!"
The young man stumbled, and struggled to straighten his glasses. Kuvira pushed herself up and glared at the bartender. "You watch your mouth," she spat. The drunken man was now leaning all of his body weight against a light post.
"You've got 5 minutes to get this asshole from in front of my bar, or I'm calling the police."
Asami hadn't moved a muscle. She had a bad feeling about how the situation would play out. Aware that it was none of her business she continued watching the scene, hoping it wouldn't come to violence.
Kuvira made her way over to the drunken man. "Baatar?" The glazed-over, droopy way his eyes met hers, Asami could tell that the man wasn't really there.
"Baatar?" Kuvira repeated this time a little softer, "They called me to come get you. What did you do?"
"What did I do?" the drunk man's features flashed anger. "Why is it always my fault? Those assholes in their started shit with me!" He began sliding down the post, Kuvira pulled his arm around her shoulders, propping him up.
"You're a mess Baatar, lets get you home alright?" He pushed her off of him, struggling to find his balance. "Sorry we can't all be prim and proper like you Kuv." She swallowed hard. "We can't all walk around with a giant stick up our ass."
Kuvira winced, but continued "You're just drunk Baatar, c'mon let's get you home."
"No, I'm sick of this shit. You go through life like you're already some damn general or something. If you want to be in the military so bad, why don't you just go already."
Ouch. Even Asami felt that low blow. She felt like she was intruding on a private encounter, but she couldn't leave Kuvira now. Asami watched the hurt ripple across the young woman's features.
"Baatar," Kuvira said quietly, this time sounding more like a defeated child.
"Just go."
Kuvira turned to leave, walking the opposite way down the sidewalk. She froze when she realized Asami was still watching. Color rose to her cheeks out of embarrassment. "Didn't realize you were still there."
"Yeah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude, I just wanted to make sure you were alright," Asami admitted.
"Well as you can see I'm just fine," the athlete grumbled, beginning to walk away again.
"Wait," What the hell am I doing, what the hell am I doing, "at least let me give you a ride home."
"I'm not going home."
"Well how about a ride to wherever you're going?"
"Persistent aren't you? Yeah, sure whatever." Kuvira slid back into the vehicle looking anywhere but at Asami.
Clearing her throat, Asami put the satomobile in gear. "So where is it that I'm taking you?" she asked pulling from the curb.
"He wants me to loosen up? Well I'm going to loosen up then... take me to Metal City Cafe."
Asami took off, "Metal City Cafe it is," she said shaking her head.