(ง'̀-'́)ง (hairbender) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-10-05 03:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, asami sato, kitiara uth matar |
I wonder if there’s some kind of system I could develop to make these suits self-powered.
Who: Asami and Kitiara
What: Drinks and flirting
When: mid-september
where: Asami's place
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13
Asami wondered if she was coming on too strong. She liked to flirt, and she really liked to flirt with Kit, but she was trying to avoid doing anything to make it seem like she expected more than Kit had to offer. And she didn’t. Wanting, hoping for something was a lot different than expecting it, and lust was a lot different than anything else.
But, god did Kit make her feel lustful.
She’d pulled out several bottles of the Good Stuff(™) as well as a collection of snacks, and set everything up in front of the large TV in the living room. Drinks, maybe some movies, and if things went well Asami was interested in making breakfast.
About half the mansion was sealed off, since there was no use for it and it saved on energy until she could get solar panels installed. Sometimes she thought about selling it and getting a condo. But then she wouldn’t have the garage or her workshop, and it was kind of nice to show off for people. Maybe she could rent some rooms out.
She spent an inordinate amount of time checking her hair and makeup (and was this too much cleavage or not enough?) while waiting for Kit to arrive.
Kitiara was no stranger to multiple hook-ups with the same person. She did enjoy sex, and the easier it was to come by, the better. She and Joe had been hooking up for some time now whenever one of them felt like the urge, and it had been a great set up so far.
The problem here was Asami. Kitiara had thought, at the time, that it would be great. Being rich and powerful, Kitiara had assumed that she’d be able to find a way into her pocketbook from her bed. Manipulating people with sex was something she was well-versed at. The problem was, Kitiara had yet to actually use Asami’s connections to her advantage. She found herself wanting to see the younger woman more often than was strictly necessary. She was in Kitiara’s thoughts when she had no right being there. It was frustrating.
And yet, here Kit was, standing on her doorstep. When Asami opened the door, Kitiara gave her a once over, slowly trailing her gaze down her body before bringing it back up to her face. To Kitiara, there really wasn’t such a thing as ‘too much’ cleavage, which was obvious by the top she was currently wearing herself. “You look hot,” Kit said, flashing her a smile.
Asami was no stranger to people using her for her money. If she clued into that she’d be really hurt. She was more than willing to voluntarily use her connections to help someone she considered a friend and all they needed to do was ask. Or give her enough hints that she’d step in herself.
But she was also no stranger to people being in her thoughts when she didn’t want them there.
For the moment, she almost forgot how to English and had to rip her eyes from Kit’s chest. She said hello in her father’s Japanese, coughed and continued. “Thanks, you too.” The way Kit was looking at her was not helping her ability to speak, either.
Kit couldn’t speak Japanese, not by a long shot. But she had done quite a lot of work with the Yakuza and she found people were often friendlier if you knew a couple of key phrases in their own language. So with an amused, lopsided smile, she entered the home and said “ojamashimasu,” her tone lightheartedly poking fun at Asami.
“That you will,” Asami breathed. She already had. She was a little impressed that Kit knew that phrase. Any phrase really. The most work out her Japanese got was in business dealings with partners in Japan. She still had an uphill climb there, between the dishonor of her father, being so young, and being a woman on top of it. Her open bisexuality really didn’t help.
“Have a nice...drive?” Lame, Asami. Lame.
“It’s always a nice drive when I have Skie between my legs,” Kit purred. Kit was never one for sentimentalism, but naming her motorcycle had seemed right when she’d come into the possession of her love. She stepped toward Asami, moving to place a hand on the back of her head and pull her in for a kiss. “And how have you been?”
“I’m almost jealous,” Asami joked. She was cut off by the kiss and had to remind herself that she hadn’t invited Kit over just for that. “Working, as usual. I’ve come up with a sort of hang-glider suit, the hard part is the right kind of materials. I was inspired by both my dreams, and flying squirrels.”
“That sounds amazing,” Kitiara said, glancing appreciatively at Asami. She thought briefly about the fact that Tasslehoff would probably enjoy something like that, but quickly pushed the thought from her mind. The last thing she wanted to think about was her brother’s annoying friend. But the ideas this girl came up with probably wouldn’t have crossed Asami’s mind much, though she’d always longed to feel the open air beneath her. Maybe someday Asami would come up with a way for actual flight to be possible.
It might be possible. Asami wondered if she could ever replicate Stark’s suit, or something like it, with less of a military application and more freedom for the user. Something that let you feel the wind in your face. And that also had something to protect you in case you fell.
“It would be. I’ve only been hanggliding once and this would be a lot different I think. The hard part for someone using it would be to remember to keep their limbs stretched, but I’m sure once you got used to it you could perform all kinds of stunts on the way down.” Asami flashed a bright, beautiful smile. “A very controlled crash. In my dreams, some people can control the element of air, so they can stay aloft indefinitely.”
As far as Asami knew, there was no way to turn a non-bender into a bender. Not without some uncomfortable mad science, anyway. “I have a plane, if you ever want to go up sometime. Straight out of my dreams. Kind of resembles the aircraft that were around between the two world wars. It’s an upgraded design I made based on my father’s designs.”
Control the element of air. That sounded intriguing. How much mastery of that element did people have? She wondered if she could literally leave someone breathless. If she could take the air from a room and leave people begging her for their life. She’d be unstoppable.
How was it that so many people had power like that, and yet somehow it had completely passed over her? Even her brother had control over magic. “Oh? I take it you’re not one of those people in your dreams?” she asked. Asami had never mentioned having power like that at her fingertips.
“And try out your gliding suits? I-” Kit started, excited at the prospect of it, though she stopped herself. “I could consider it. It sounds as though it could be entertaining,” she finished with far less enthusiasm.
One airbender had shown that was possible, had taken the air from the Earth Queen’s lungs and plunged that nation into anarchy. He’d very nearly done the same to Korra. There wasn’t a bending style that couldn’t be used terribly. Blood bending, controlling the very earth. And fire, of course. Her mother had been killed by Firebenders.
“I’m not.” Asami shook her head. “I’m a non-bender. It’s something typically passed through genetics though our society isn’t really advanced enough to understand that. We’re..1920s Hong Kong meets London meets New York, basically. There was a thing though, after Avatar Korra opened a portal to the spirit world. People suddenly started to become airbenders. They’d nearly been wiped out in a war two-hundred years before, so it was like the world returning to balance.” She paused, the clarified. “Only one person can control all four elements, the Avatar. They’re reincarnated in a cycle. Earth, Fire, Air, Water. My Avatar was a waterbender. And my very best friend.” And more.
She smiled, raising her eyebrows. “You sound like you want to jump off something very high.”
“The world in my dreams doesn’t know much about genetics either,” Kitiara said. 1920s sounded a little more advanced than her own dreams, though they also had magic which could accomplish things that still weren’t possible in modern times. “Balance and elements. It all sounds very… spiritual.” The last made Asami sound as though she missed this Avatar Korra girl, and Kitiara couldn’t help but frown to herself.
But her frown turned to a smile. “Less jumping off something very high, and more being able to soar through the air. And let’s face it, things get boring if we keep our feet on the ground all the time.”
“I can understand the spiritual thing. The airbenders as a culture were very spiritual. We went on a journey to collect as many of the new ones as we could to rebuild that nation after the genocide.” Asamid did indeed miss Korra. She also missed Bolin and Mako and Opal and...well a whole lot of people. The dreams were lonely and she didn’t even have any bending to take the sting away. Just her cars and airships. Which were rather nice, but they were things.
Asami needed more than things. She hoped Kit could be one of those more than things. “Jetpacks are not very practical. I wonder if there’s some kind of system I could develop to make these suits self-powered.” Without making them weapons. But maybe she should try to make her own take on Stark’s suit first, and then work from there. She reached over, running her fingers along Kit’s arms. “I could use a guinea pig. Well, once I test anything I do personally.”
“No. I imagine they’d burn someone’s legs something fierce if they were put into practice,” Kitiara said, choosing instead to move past the airbender problem. While she was interested in Asami’s dreams, the problems of a nation that couldn’t even defend themselves in a war seemed to have little to do with the woman in front of her. She, of course, had no knowledge of physics, but that seemed like the most obvious problem. At Asami’s touch, Kitiara smirked and moved to place her hands on Asami’s waist. “I can think of only one thing else I’d rather do,” she said, winking suggestively at the woman.
Asami grinned at her, face heating up just a bit. “Oh? Want to put something else through her paces?” It was dangerous flirting, but you only lived once, right? She just had to avoid falling off the ledge from ‘fuckbuddies’ to ‘attached.’ She liked to think she was doing okay.
It was a slippery slope, but one that Kitiara had yet to fall off of with her many years of experience, and while Asami preyed upon her mind more often than Kit would like, she was still sure she was in no danger of thinking of her as more than a convenient lay. Just so long as she didn’t get distracted by her intelligence or making too many plans in advance. Even if the prospect of taking her hang gliding suit for a spin was an appealing one.
“I do,” Kitiara said. “Let’s say we take this somewhere more comfortable.”