Korra was barely off of her bike when the door of the hotel flew open. It clattered to the ground, forgotten and ignored. The grin that split her face at hearing Asami call her name was so wide it nearly hurt her cheeks. For a moment, everything else was completely irrelevant.

There was no hollow under-sound to Asami's voice now, like there always was on the video talks. She was right there and Korra lunged forward to meet her hug, sweeping Asami into her arms and lifting her right off the ground.

She'd been waiting to do this for weeks.