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Satisfaction by Ashley Perkins

When you crush my pretty pink lips with yours and look into my sad brown eyes A smile bubbles from up under my skin flushing my cheeks pink I love your hands when they're holding mine or pulling my hips closer to you I love when our bodies touch  We flow together like hot and cold water scalding the air around us with our steam We smolder when we're next to each other There is an inexplicable impulse to touch You make the tiny hairs on my arms rise Must be electric  You do send a jolt to my system when you look at me The smile and giggle that spills because you have affected me deeply is something I wish for continuously It is something unexpected and this time around I feel like I deserve it My smile could always fill a room and you may have brought it new resolve It won't fade now that you've reminded me that it should never go away Patience I'll hold on to that happiness should stay No contemptuous smirk  Just a pleased smile today  Satisfaction

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A Couple Of Lonely Hearts

Author: prettypinklips (FF.net)

Words: 535

Summary: Bolin tries to help Asami post-LOK Season 1 Finale

Notes: Bosami? Yeah, sure.

Excerpt:

Bolin swings into her window at eight in the morning, wearing the biggest smile she's ever seen. He pokes at her, yanking her blankets off, "C'mon, Sato! We've got a busy day ahead of us! Get up!" and she shoves her head under her pillow, mumbling.

Bolin laughs loudly, shaking her out of her sleep, and she shoots up, glaring at him, "What do you want?" she asks, a bit irritably. No one's spoken to her, save for Bolin, since they'd gotten back from the South Pole. Mako's still tiptoeing around her, and Korra's tried, but Asami doesn't really want to hear it quite yet. She loves them both dearly, but she's still a little bitter that they both got their happy endings, and she's still alone.

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Bolin swings into her window at eight in the morning, wearing the biggest smile she's ever seen. He pokes at her, yanking her blankets off, "C'mon, Sato! We've got a busy day ahead of us! Get up!" and she shoves her head under her pillow, mumbling.

Bolin laughs loudly, shaking her out of her sleep, and she shoots up, glaring at him, "What do you want?" she asks, a bit irritably. No one's spoken to her, save for Bolin, since they'd gotten back from the South Pole. Mako's still tiptoeing around her, and Korra's tried, but Asami doesn't really want to hear it quite yet. She loves them both dearly, but she's still a little bitter that they both got their happy endings, and she's still alone.

His expression doesn't change, despite her tone of voice, "It's a surprise." he tells her, "Just get dressed, don't even worry about your hair or anything." and he pushes her up, tossing her some clothes before leaving the room, yelling, "Hurry up!" over his shoulder.

An hour later, they're in Republic City, and he's grabbing her elbow, leading her through the streets. He's excited, jumping around, and she laughs, surprising herself, "Bolin!" she cries, "Where are we going?"

He just shakes his head at her, taking her down another street, and another, and then another. Finally, they pause at iron gates. Asami's eyes widen, "Bolin, no." she whispers, pulling away from him, but he grabs her hand, pulling her through the gates. He pushes her through the headstones, on and on and on, until they reach the only name she knows.

Tears prick at her eyes, and she sucks in a breath. Bolin's hands are on her shoulders, holding her steady. And she doesn't know why, but the dam breaks, and the tears she's trying to hold back spill onto her cheeks. Her mother's grave looks lonely, maybe just as lonely as Asami feels. She presses her fingers to her mother's name, and Bolin steps back.

It's quiet for the half hour they spend there. Asami pulls away from the headstone, wiping at her eyes, "Why?" she asks Bolin.

"I just…I thought you might be feeling a little lonely, you know, ever since your father…" he trails off, bashful. "I thought you might like some company, and not just mine." he scratches at the back of his neck, and even though tears are streaming down her cheeks, she smiles. She throws her arms around his neck, sinking into him. She's taller than him, but somehow, it works. She presses her face into his neck, sniffling, and his arms wrap around her back, holding her tightly. She hears him murmur 'it's okay, it's gonna be okay' over and over again.

And somehow, standing there, not alone for the first time in days, she's starting to believe it.

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Won The Battle, Lost The War

Author: prettypinklips (FF.net)

Words: 600

Summary: General Iroh saves Asami's life

Notes: Irosami. HONOR

Excerpt:

When she was very young, Asami's mother had spun tales for her. Tales of princesses locked in towers, tales of courage, tales of good vs. evil, tales where the hero always prevails.

It wasn't until much later that she learned the real world wasn't so black and white, that there were different sorts of good and evil. Evil didn't always take shape in the form of a beast, good wasn't always wrapped in a beautiful heroine.

In real life, Asami finds, the monsters always win.

And heroes...well, there's no such thing as a hero.

It's a harsh reality, she thinks.

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When she was very young, Asami's mother had spun tales for her. Tales of princesses locked in towers, tales of courage, tales of good vs. evil, tales where the hero always prevails.

It wasn't until much later that she learned the real world wasn't so black and white, that there were different sorts of good and evil. Evil didn't always take shape in the form of a beast, good wasn't always wrapped in a beautiful heroine.

In real life, Asami finds, the monsters always win.

And heroes...well, there's no such thing as a hero.

It's a harsh reality, she thinks.

Chi-blockers lie in the rubble around her, burn marks from her glove scorched into their skin. She's sitting on the ground, gloved hand cradled in her lap. She's tired. Just...so tired.

There are people around her, torn up, bloody, bruised, limping. They've lost the battle, truly. Amon might have been carted away in an iron box by the few remaining Metalbenders, but they had still lost in every sense of the word.

She thinks of Lin, who had fought the chi-blockers with all she had, bending-less. She thinks of Korra, a little girl lost in a big world. She thinks of Tenzin, fearing for his wife and children. She thinks of Mako and Bolin, parent-less. She thinks of herself, loving father turned worst enemy.

Oh, yes. In the end, the monsters always win.

But perhaps, she muses, watching General Iroh standing above the battlefield, battered and bruised and tired, but standing tall all the same, she's wrong and heroes really do exist.

It had gone something like this:

She's ducking and weaving, praying the chi-blocker won't land a hit on her. The blocker grimaces, kicks his foot out, and knocks her legs out from under her. She crashes to the ground with a yelp.

The chi-blocker advances on her, and before she has time to scream for Mako, for Bolin, for Korra, his hand is raised, ready to deliver a killing blow.

And then—

A wall of fire engulfs the chi-blocker and his screams fill the air as he burns. Arms lift her up, and she falls back against a strong chest. Mako? she wonders, turning.

It's the General, who had stolen into Republic City in the nick of time, turning the tide of the war into their favor. His hands are warm against her arms, and his golden eyes peer down at her with interest.

"You saved me." she breathes, completely captivated by his commanding presence.

His lips twitch, and then he's dropping his hands from her arms, aiming a fire blast at an Equalist who's gotten to close for comfort. "It was my pleasure." he tells her, before he's whisked away, lost in the battle once more.

And she'd never gotten the chance to properly thank him.

Asami stands slowly, casts a glance around, finds that her friends are occupied. Bolin, moving rocks out of his way. Mako, worrying over Korra. The General is giving out orders, already starting the clean up of the city. She can hear his smooth rasp over the thin drumming of voices around her.

His eyes meet hers once more, and the space beside him is so incredibly empty that she thinks she might like to fill it.

She limps towards him, ready to thank her hero.

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Saturday Shakedown