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These bi-yearly alumni parties always left a bad taste in Asami’s mouth, but she had to attend them, even though it really made no difference for her sport. Being the captain of the women’s volleyball team meant she’d been forced to attend and wine and dine the prospective donators as well as the ones who had donated in the past. The stuffy atmosphere coupled with most of the attention going towards the football team and players usually left her bored to tears.
That’s why the sight of the dark skinned young woman felt such a welcome distraction. The woman wore a pair of wrinkled black dress pants and a long sleeved buttoned white shirt. She carried a tray with some kind of shrimp appetizer that looked wholly unappealing to Asami. Yet, it gave her an excuse to approach and make conversation, so she took advantage.
“What are these?” Not her smoothest line, Asami knew, but she just had to create an opening.
The server turned abruptly and nearly dropped the tray when she saw her. A slight blush spread across her face as those bright blue eyes looked her up and down. Asami wore a sleek black dress that hung over a pair of dark green heels and around her shoulders a matching green shawl. She enjoyed people checking her out. Usually it made her proud and happy to show off, but for some reason, with this server, it made her very self conscious.
She brushed her hair back behind her ear and studied the other woman’s shorter, chin-length dark brown hair.
“Um, shrimp... things?” The woman looked helpless for a moment as she pulled the tray around to stare at the odd looking lumps of meat and vegetables. “I really didn’t catch what they told me in the kitchen. I just kind of assumed people knew...”
Asami laughed and covered her mouth. The sheepish grin on the server’s face made the night all worth it.
“I’ve never seen you serve at one of these before. Is this your first night?”
A muscular young man with a round nose wearing similar clothes as the server came up and nudged his coworker in the ribs. He whispered loud enough for Asami to hear—though that probably wasn’t his intention.
“Hey! You can’t talk to the attendees! Kuvira is looking for any reason to fire you,” he narrowed his eyes at her and then noticed Asami staring at him, her eyebrow raised in amusement. The young man cleared his throat, smiled, and then quickly walked away nearly flinging his tray of spinach puffs into the face of an older woman.
“Sorry,” the dark skinned woman scratched her cheek and then readjusted the tray from one hand to the other. “Guess I should get back to work.”
“Wait,” Asami wouldn’t let this night return to bores-ville just yet, “What time do you get off work? There’s a party down at the Alpha Zeta Frat after this and I’d like you to go with me.”
The server grinned, “Really? We’re supposed to be done at eleven.”
“Then I’ll meet you here at eleven,” the raven haired woman smiled and resisted the urge to tuck a stray brown strand behind a dark skinned ear.
“Ah well,” the shorter haired woman frowned slightly, “How about we meet there? Like 11:30 or so? Anyways, I gotta get back to work.” She turned to leave and then turned back, “My name is Korra, by the way.”
“Asami,” she smiled and watched Korra give an enthusiastic nod. “And I’ll be looking for you at 11:30.”
A few hours later, after the alumni became a little too tipsy for Asami’s liking, she slipped out. The rest of the time after she talked to Korra she spent chatting scripted words to some older men who merely wanted a reason to feel young again by having the ear of a beautiful young woman. During those conversations her eyes would seek out Korra.
Korra, Asami thought, she really couldn’t keep her eyes off the woman. Several times the server bumped into various atendees. Once she dropped a tray of empty wine glasses. Thankfully they landed on the carpet and none of them broke. And a little while after that she managed to somehow cause two pickled wrapped herrings to slide off the tray and into the bodice of a rather endowed woman. If that hadn’t been bad enough, the way she dove after them, hand right between the woman’s breasts, made Asami laugh loudly and caused the attention of the men around her to stray from her own body to the scene.
They laughed and made some remarks about the service getting lax. Asami hoped Korra wouldn’t be fired on the spot. She couldn’t help but feel this a very poor job for someone like the dark skinned woman.
“She’d be better off working somewhere outdoors, where breaking things wouldn’t matter,” she mumbled out loud to herself.
Asami slid into the seat of her black dodge charger and shifted into gear. She tore out of the parking lot and couldn’t get that cute face out of her mind. The way Korra’s hair framed her wide cheeks and how her strong nose emphasized her large mouth. The woman certainly didn’t have beautiful aesthetics, rather, she was far more handsome. Which, if Asami was being honest with herself, she preferred.
Between going home and changing into something far more comfortable and then finding a parking spot far enough away from the frat but still close enough to not have to walk too long, she made it just in time to see Korra already standing by the giant oak in front of the frat.
The dark skinned woman had changed from her server’s uniform into a pair of dark blue baggy jeans and a light blue tank top. Asami thought the colors suited her quite well. She, herself, changed into a pair of black, hip hugging jeans and a long sleeved, wide necked gray shirt. Sneakers adorned her feet, now, instead of those heels.
“Have you been waiting long?”
Korra turned and she felt those blue eyes trace her body again, leaving a wake of goosebumps as they moved along her legs, torso, and finally settling in her own gaze.
“Nah. Just got here. Had to run most of the way, actually,” she wiped her brow and pushed her hair back, leaving it a little mussed.
Asami bit her lower lip and lowered her eyes to the other woman’s arms. Where before they were covered by long sleeves, she could easily see now how chiseled and muscled they really were. In fact, the tank top did it’s part to show exactly how strong and muscled Korra's torso and shoulders were. The sight not only surprised the raven haired woman, it gave her warm fuzzy feelings in her belly.
She shook her head, trying to clear it of any distracting thoughts, “Run? I wouldn’t have minded if you were a little late. Also, you should have mentioned something. I could have picked you up in my car.”
Korra shook her head and waved her off, “Nah. I don’t mind running. I get around town on my feet. Keeps me in shape.”
The house next to them shook with bass thumping music and some people ran around screaming and throwing water balloons at each other. Asami’s eyes drifted to the party and then snapped back to Korra.
“Want to go get something to drink?”
They entered the house and did a quick sweep and found the beer keg in the corner in a kiddie pool of ice. Asami grabbed a cup from the stack and pumped it full of the bubbly amber liquid. She handed it to Korra and then poured one for herself.
The loud music made it too difficult to carry on a conversation, so they walked around and sipped the cheap beer, observed the various drinking games, and scorned how the older frat boys treated the pledges. After Asami drank about half of her beer she set the cup down and then gestured to the group of people dancing to the loud thumping music.
“Want to?!” she yelled even though Korra only stood a few inches from her.
The dark skinned woman flushed and nodded as she set her barely touched drink down next to Asami’s and then followed her into the small crowd.
A rather bass thumping song began playing and people got really close and started grinding. For a moment she thought her dance partner might just turn back around, but instead got a very nice surprise as that muscled arm slid around her waist and pulled her close.
Asami put her hands in the air and gazed down at Korra, tracing her features with her gaze and loving the way the woman felt against her. She slowly lowered her arms around Korra’s shoulders and clasped them behind her head. Although she stood a few inches taller than the other woman, she felt very comfortable against her. For several minutes she became lost in a world of those blue eyes, that chiseled body, and a lingering scent of the cooked foods from the alumni party and something else she couldn’t quite place her nose on.
They transitioned into a faster paced song and Asami took a step back and swayed her hips and spun in Korra’s arms. Her dance partner couldn’t keep up as well and merely stood back, keeping her feet moving and watching Asami shake her thing. At the end of the song she pulled Korra from the dance floor in search of water.
“What about our drinks?!”
Asami waved her off, “Forget about them. I need water!”
She also needed a cold shower. While everyone around her had no problem making out and even more in front of a crowd of drunken college students, she had a bit more dignity than to give in to her hormones.
No matter how sexy Korra’s sweat glistened skin appeared.
Out on the porch she found a cooler of water bottles and tossed one back to the other woman. They spent a minute drinking the nice cool liquid. Asami leaned against the siding of the house and Korra pulled herself up onto the porch railing just a foot away.
“So... that was fun.”
Asami bit her lip and giggled.
Korra’s cheeks darkened. Or at least, Asami thought they darkened. The low light made it difficult to see the change.
“It... it wasn’t?”
The raven haired woman took a step forward, placing herself between Korra’s legs. She couldn’t help pressing a hand down on that thigh, feeling the muscles underneath the denim. “Yes, it was fun.”
She watched the other woman’s breath hitch. Her eyebrows raised and lips twisted into a tight smirk, “So then why did you laugh at me?”
Asami shook her head and leaned forward, her face merely inches from Korra's.
“I merely giggled at how and what you said, not at you in particular. You’re very cute, you know?”
This time she did see the blush tint those dark cheeks. It made her feel more bold and daring. She set her bottle down on the railing and slid an arm around that thin waist, pulling Korra close to her.
“Do you want to go back to mine?”
Asami waited for an answer that never met her ears. Instead she watched the short haired woman shake her head and look down off to the side. The high that the light skinned woman felt quickly dipped and she pulled her arm and hand back and took a step back, only to suddenly find herself being pulled forward and up against that muscled body.
“That’s not... I mean,” Korra sighed and squeezed Asami’s hips. She waited patiently for the server to explain. Her fingertips traced the taut bulge in the woman’s bicep. “I don’t even know you. All we did was drink and then dance and now you want to... gah!”
A smile graced the raven haired woman’s lips, but she stifled the laugh. She wanted to hear this explanation.
“I’m really attracted to you, like really attracted to you,” Korra continued while staring down at Asami’s stomach. Her eyes wouldn’t lift up so Asami put a finger under her chin and brought that gaze to meet her own. “But I don’t want to just jump into bed together. Can’t we, I don’t know, date a little first?”
She’d held out long enough. Asami laughed, full bellied, and didn't even bother to cover her mouth. In front of her those bright eyes dropped to the side and she had a feeling the woman would have dropped her head again if her hand hadn’t been in place holding it up. She dipped her head down and brushed her lips against Korra’s. Just a soft nip of a kiss, a touch, a slight taste, and such a simple action that it startled Asami when her heart suddenly started to race in her chest.
Korra’s eyes closed and Asami took the moment to stare unabashedly at the muscled woman when she pulled back. When those eyes fluttered back open, she let go of her chin and placed both of her arms on those dark skinned shoulders.
“I would love to go out on a proper date with you,” Asami smiled. She wanted to reassure the other woman that any fears she had about putting a stop to further nightly activities had no bearing on her feelings. “But you should know that I also find you terribly attractive and I may not be able to contain my hands or my lips whenever I see you.”
“Terribly attractive? That’s a good thing, right?”
Asami continued to smile. She nodded her head.
Korra let out a breath and then grinned so wide that for a moment the raven haired woman thought her face might get stuck like that.
“So... can I get your number?”
This time when Asami laughed, Korra kept smiling.