Chapter 1: First Kiss
It was official, Korra was nervous beyond belief and she couldn’t remember the last time every single nerve ending in her body tingled as much as they had been throughout the day. She was fidgety, she couldn’t stay in one spot for longer than a few measly minutes, she’d snapped on Bolin at least three times until noon and Naga wouldn’t even come close to her, and Naga hardly ever left her side.
But Korra simply couldn’t relax, not when all she could think about was Asami.
Asami’s heavenly eyes that always made her want to drown in a sea of gree, Asami’s hair that seemed endless and was the silkiest, softest thing Korra had ever touched, Asami’s god-like cheekbones that always rose high whenever Asami laughed, and Asami’s lips. God, those lips.
Korra has been dreaming about tasting them ever since she’d first caught sight of Asami a little over a month ago, on a silly Friday night she wasn’t even planning on spending outside her living room, in a bar she’d never been to. The moment she saw her, Korra figured it had to have been fate because how else would she have been graced by the presence of an actual goddess in such a lowly place, on a day no less ordinary than the one before. Well, ordinary up until that moment.
It took her forty-five minutes to gather up the courage to actually walk over and start a conversation and when she finally did, all swagger and charm, Asami had swept her off her feet with one witty comment and a smile that could light up the world and Korra was a goner.
They’d been going out since then, seeing each other at least two times a week, as much as their schedule allowed, and Korra was painfully aware of the fact that she’d never taken so long to kiss someone, let alone someone who she simply couldn’t stop thinking about for longer than ten minutes a time.
So when the day of their unofficial one month anniversary finally comes knocking, of course Korra is a ball of nerves, jittery and all over the place, planning the most perfect of dates.
She had it all figured out.
They’d go out and grab a quick dinner, after that they’d catch a corny movie that neither would really focus on because they’d be too busy flirting and grinning and giggling and then Korra would drive them down to her favorite spot at the beach and kiss Asami under the moonlight.
It was nothing special, when it came to dates, but Korra had found out somewhere along the way that Asami liked to keep things simple, and Korra wasn’t much of a fan of flair and drama herself, so her plan was the closest to perfect she could get it.
By the time she gets off work and makes her way home, all Korra has in her head is the shape of Asami’s lips, every curve she wants to kiss, every little speck of puffy skin she wants to taste and tug and bite. Even her shortened gym session is spent mostly daydreaming about Asami, to the point where she nearly slips off the treadmill, too busy imagining how wonderful it’ll feel to finally kiss her.
When she gets back home and rushes to the shower, Korra tries so lock away the thoughts because as wonderful as they might be, they always get her all hot and bothered and she wants to keep that for after the date. And besides, Korra was never one to get ahead of herself.
Sure, she’d been planning for this day for a couple of days now and she’s looking forward to it more than anything, but if all Asami wanted to do was hold hand, she’ll be more than happy.
But a kiss or twenty-seven would be really great.
When she finally gets dressed, after trying out half of her wardrobe and changing six times, Korra is up and out of her apartment in a few minutes, making her way to her car and getting on the road, eager to reach Asami’s place and get the date going.
Trouble is, amidst all her planning, Korra never actually planned for anything to go wrong. And of course, things have a tendency to do that, especially when you spend all your time planning, awaiting, getting excited. And as if on cue, something goes wrong when she’s just a few blocks away from Asami’s flat and her car just dies in the middle of the road, at a red light. A cacophony of loud blaring honks and angry shouts follows soon after when the light turns green and her car just won’t start.
Ten minutes later Korra’s got her phone in her hand and Asami on the other line.
“I’m like, three blocks away from you and my car just won’t start. I’m gonna throw myself under the next bus that comes along.”
“ Korra.” Asami only warns and Korra groans in response. “ What did you say, Fifth and Williams, right? I’ll be over in five.”
The line goes dead and Korra stuffs her phone back inside her pocket before angrily pulling it back out and dialing the first tow truck company she finds on Google.
It’s barely five minutes later that Asami’s shows up, parking across the street and making her way over as she locks the car.
“I’m sorry.” Korra mumbles when Asami gets close enough to hear her. “This sucks ass.” She continues mumbling even as Asami pulls her into a hug and wraps her arms around Korra’s shoulders, pulling her as close as possible and running her fingers through Korra’s hair softly.
“Hey, this could have happened any time. It’s no big deal.”
“But our date…” Korra whines against her neck, grumbling as she slips her arms around Asami’s waist. “I had everything planned out.”
“We can still make it?” Asami murmurs into her hair, pulling back slightly to look at her.
“I have to wait for the tow truck.” Korra sighs and slips away from Asami’s hold, straightening her button-up and running a hand through her hair. “They said they’ll be here in about half n’ hour.” She glances over to her car that’s still sitting in the middle of the road, with the safety sign she’d hastily placed a few feet behind it. “We’re gonna miss dinner and we’ll both be hungry if we go see a movie without grabbing something to eat and, and-”
“Korra, hey.” Asami says, reaching out to take her hand. She entwines their fingers immediately and tugs Korra close again. “We’ll just grab the dinner to go and sneak it into the movies, okay?”
Korra chuckles, squeezing Asami’s hand in her own.
“I guess we could do that. I mean, things can’t really get much worse now, and at least one part of my plan can’t get messed up.”
Asami perks up at that, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh? And what part is that?”
Korra opens her mouth to answer but closes it immediately, a frown replacing her wide smile when she feels a drop of water fall straight down on her forehead, followed by another on her cheek and couple more others on her face. She barely has time to tug Asami towards a nearby florist’s shop, ducking under the storefront for cover as the rain comes pouring down as if the heavens themselves have decided to shove gallons of rainwater down upon them.
“Well I guess it can get worse.” Korra says, sighing as she rubs at her temples with her free hand before a small groan of annoyance escapes her. “And now my whole plan has gone to hell and this whole thing sucks ass.” She mumbles, now more to herself than Asami. “I just wanted us to have a nice night out, enjoy and y’know, get to know each other more and well yeah, is that so much to ask?” She asks as she looks up at the sky, clenching her free hand into a fist. “Why are you such a lil shit, universe?”
She feels Asami squeeze her hand then and her attention snaps to her just in time to feel Asami’s other hand slip to her cheek and turn her head softly until they’re face to face, just inches away from each other, and Asami’s eyes flash to her lips before they move back to her eyes and she leans in, pressing their lips together and shutting Korra up.
It’s nothing like Korra imagined it would be and so, so much better.
It’s urgency wrapped up in softness, desire neatly tucked into warmth, the feeling of home rooted in something new, something eager and exciting, something that simultaneously takes Korra’s breath away and makes her lungs fuller than they’d ever been.
It’s everything she’s wanted and so, so much more.
Chapter 2: Pets
day two, enjoy!
It was a long and hard week for Korra and Asami.
They’d only managed to see each other once, what with Asami’s busy schedule and Korra’s trip out of town, and of course the first evening they got to be around one another would be spent doing, well, each other, as Korra liked to put it.
Or at least they would have been had Naga not had some other plans.
They were thoroughly engaged in ignoring the movie, Asami had just straddled Korra and had her hands in Korra's hair, tugging on it as she kissed her and nipped on her lips, when a loud whine from the side of the room made them both grunt in confusion before separating. Korra kept trying to kiss Asami, running her hands over her thighs insistently and squeezing the supple flesh but Asami pulled back a little further, chuckling when Korra pouted up at her.
“Was that Naga?” She asked, glancing around the room. She turned back to Korra when she realized the giant white fluffball was nowhere to be found.
Korra hummed and reached up to kiss her again, capturing Asami’s lip between her teeth and pulling her in for another deep kiss. She’d just managed to slip her hands inside Asami’s pants, reaching eagerly for her backside, when another whine echoed through the otherwise silent room. Asami pulled back immediately this time, setting her hands on Korra’s shoulders and looking around the room.
“Naga?” She called out, both of them waiting in suspense, until another whine came as a reply.
Asami was already up and out of Korra’s reach before she actually managed to react and with a groan she pushed herself up off the couch as well, sluggishly making her way towards her bedroom, following after Asami. She barely managed to suppress a laugh when she reached the door and peeked inside.
“Naga you big wuss.” Korra mumbled through a chuckle, leaning against the door frame and crossing her arms over her chest. She watched as Naga struggled to settle comfortably on her doggy bed, whining and whimpering thanks to none other than a small black cat that had occupied the entirety of what was supposed to be her bed. “I can’t believe I’m not making out with my girlfriend because my giant dog can’t handle a tiny kitten.” This time Korra laughed, swiftly ducking out of the way when Asami, who’d already made her way over to Korra’s bed, threw a small cushion in her direction.
“Don’t be rude!” Asami called after her before she kneeled down beside Naga and took the kitten in her arms, pressing a few soft kisses as she watched the dog settle on the bed and plop down. She put the kitten right beside her large paws and pet her, leaning down to press a kiss to her snout before scratching behind her large ear. “There we go, better?” From the way Naga was looking at her, Asami figured it was a significant improvement from just a minute ago.
Five minutes later she made her way over to the bathroom to clean up before going back to the living room.
“Poor Naga, she’s alrea-” Asami started but her words cut off mid sentence when she approached the couch and realized Korra had fallen asleep. She smiled and moved down to lie beside her, pulling a small fleece blanket over them and snuggling into Korra’s form, humming when she felt an arm wind around her neck and Korra’s lips press against her neck.
“Night babe.” Asami murmured, slipping her fingers between Korra’s.
“Mmmhm, night.” Came a mumbled, sleepy reply.
Chapter 3: Closet
Day 4 prompt because i felt terribly yesterday and passed out some time around 9 and woke up nearly 10 hours later..
They’d just walked out of the club, hand in hand, when Korra stopped in her tracks, staring at the distant figure seemingly leaning against the wall and talking to someone.
“We have to go back inside.” Korra mumbled and turned on her feet, swiftly heading back to the entrance and tugging Asami along.
“Korra? What’s wrong?” Asami asked, squeezing her hand but following inside nonetheless. She immediately reached for Korra’s face when they stopped in the hallway, cupping it softly and staring into Korra’s eyes. “Korra baby, what happened?”
“My- My neighbor is out there. S-She’s here and god, Asami, what if she saw me here? What if she saw us?”
Asami knew the way Korra had meant the question to sound and she knew the reason behind the desperation but she couldn’ help the mild sting of hurt that crossed through her at the wording. But she shrugged it off and pulled Korra into a fierce hug, slipping her hands into her hair and moulding their bodies together until she could feel Korra’s trembling start to subside. She pulled back then, cupped her cheeks again and smiled sweetly at her.
“Let’s not go assuming that right away, okay?” When Korra nodded, still clearly frazzled but at least not trembling anymore, Asami continued. “Are you sure it was her?”
“Yeah.” Korra mumbled, eyes glancing around them, searching. “I’m sure.”
“Okay.” Asami murmured and let both her hands fall down, instead opting for holding Korra’s hands in her own. “And she’s standing outside, right?” Korra only nodded this time. “Talking to someone, I guess?”
“I think so.” Korra mumbled and glanced down to her feet. “I’m sorry about this.”
Asami immediately squeezed her hands, softly, trying to pull her attention, but Korra remained staring down and Asami spoke up nonetheless then, needing to get her point across no matter what.
“Baby, hey. Now you listen to me.” She started, shrugging away her own fears momentarily as she spoke up, sure and brazen. “You don’t ever have to apologize for this, alright? I get it, and even if I didn’t, I’d still stand by you and support you and give you as much time and space as you might need. But I do get it and that’s why I know how stressful this might be for you, okay?” She watched Korra nod in response and continued, slowly slipping her hands out of Korra’s and sliding them slowly up her arms until she could cup her face again. “I love you, alright? If you’re afraid she might have noticed you here with me I’ll stand by you through whatever happens next. And if you want me to step aside, I’ll do that too.”
“No.” Korra mumbled, a little rushed and desperate. “No, I, I don’t want you to leave.”
Asami smiled at that, softly rubbing her thumbs across Korra’s cheeks.
“I was kind of hoping you’d say that. But it’s okay even if you change your mind, okay?”
“Okay.” Korra mumbled.
“It’s going to get better.” Asami murmured and leaned in to press a chaste little kiss to Korra’s cheek, first one then the other. “I know it’s really hard and stressful now, when you’re still hiding who you truly are from everyone, especially the people you care about.” Korra nodded at that and Asami could see the tears already settling in her eyes and begging to be shed. “I understand, Korra. So whatever you want to do, I’m here for you.”
Korra swallowed as a tear rolled down her cheek and Asami hurried to brush it away. She leaned in and pressed their lips together in a tender kiss, sighing into it when Asami’s hands wound around her shoulders and settled in her hair, and she slipped her own to Asami’s waist, tugging her closer and kissing her with a little more fervor, feeling the calm start to spread through her again.
They pulled away a few moments later, but Korra remained close, her forehead pressed to Asami’s as she simply breathed her in, holding her close.
Maybe today wasn’t the day she’d walk out the closet she’d been put in since she was a little child, and maybe everything was terrifying and foreign and she wanted but feared to tell the people she valued the most but - but she had Asami. And Asami had her.
And for now, that was enough.
Chapter 4: Flowers
Aaand day 5 prompts is here as well :)
It was her third time passing by the florist shop when Korra finally allowed herself to stop and smell the flowers before peering inside and panicking almost immediately when she looked up from the flowers and was met with a pair of pretty green eyes peering right back at her.
“Can I help you?”
The voice was as lovely as Korra had imagined it might be all those times she’d walked past the shop and caught sight of the beautiful woman tending to the flowers.
“I, uh-” Korra tried but words simply wouldn’t leave her, stuck somewhere in her throat, along with the lump that had formed there the moment she gazed into those pretty eyes. “I’m interested in flowers.” She mumbled, barely managing to stop herself from groaning but mentally slapping herself for that line. Really, of all things to say, she had to say that?
The woman only chuckled lightly at her words and nodded with a wide smile.
“Any particular type?” She asked, glancing inside momentarily. “I have quite a large selection inside if you’d like to take a look.”
“Oh, yeah, I, I’d like that.” Korra said, following after her and wondering how she managed to get herself in this situation and if it was actually a curse or a blessing.
On the one hand she’d been dying to talk to the woman, walking past her shop almost every day before and after work, cautiously pretending to be oh so interested in the flowers while also somewhat casually throwing glances in her direction. But then again, she wasn’t really much of an expert on courting women and this particular woman seemed to have an ability to render her speechless with nothing more than a look.
“So, what kind of flowers do you like?” The woman asked as she proudly stopped beside a large, colorful display of all sorts of flowers, grinning. “Oh and, by the way, I’m Asami.” She extended a hand expectantly, eyeing Korra with a hint of a smirk.
It took a moment for her to process the events but Korra managed to reach out herself, grasping Asami’s hand in her own and shaking it firmly yet gently, wondering if she’ll ever be able to get the feel of her soft hand out of her mind.
“Asami.” Korra mumbled, more to herself. “I’m Korra.” She added when she pulled her hand back, only to run it through her hair before scratching the back of her neck.
Asami nodded and turned back to the flowers.
“So, flowers. Any particular type, preference? A bouquet or do you want something in a pot?”
“A bouquet, please.”
Asami nodded and after that everything seemed to happen in a blur.
Korra watched her wind around the store, pointing to different types of flowers, all beautiful in their own ways, waiting each time to see how Korra would react before moving onto another one. Occasionally Korra would comment on some and she took those along, carefully placing them together until the mass of flowers and greenery in between began resembling a beautiful, colorful bouquet. She decorated it carefully and wrapped it up with a pair of something that Korra figured was silken fabric which she twisted and wound around into little bows.
When she was done she looked up Korra, her cheeks a little redder than before.
“Would that be all?” She asked, smiling when Korra shook her head no. “Then that would be… 23 dollars.” She said as she rung up the register when Korra handed her the bills.
“Thank you.” Korra murmured when Asami handed her the bouquet and she gave a little nod before turning on her heels and heading for the door.
“We get fresh flowers every day so be sure to stop by again!” Asami called after her and Korra stopped in her tracks, glancing over her shoulder and nodding with a little smile.
She stepped out with a sigh, both of relief and slight disappointment at herself before looking up and around the street and immediately turning around and stepping right back inside the shop.
Asami seemed to already be gone and Korra walked over to the register just as Asami walked back out from a back room.
“Hi, welcome to- Oh, did you forget something?” Asami asked, confusion written over her face.
“Actually, yeah.” Korra said and reached out, holding the bouquet towards Asami. “These are for you.” She said, her cheeks and neck feeling warmer than ever before. “Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady.” She added, quietly, barely audible but, judging by the way Asami’s breath hitched, Korra figured it was loud enough for her to hear. After a moment’s hesitation, she finally looked up to meet her eyes.
Asami stared at the flowers, taken aback by the sudden confidence this girl that’s been walking past her shop twice a day for the past few weeks was finally showing, before she took the bouquet and pressed it close to herself, grinning widely at her.
“You know, you could have just asked me out for coffee.” She said, a smirk on her lips when Korra gave her an adorable little shrug. “There’s a really great coffee place just down the street.”
“Air Temple.” Korra mumbled, eyes widening in wonder.
“Give me a minute.” Asami said and quickly walked into the back room again. Korra could hear a few muffled sounds, a little cluttering here and there before Asami walked back out, flowers neatly tucked in a vase and with a jacket thrown haphazardly over her shoulders. She set the vase on the counter and walked around it, pulling her jacket on more comfortably before turning to Korra with a wide smile. “So, coffee?”
Maybe walking past the flower shop wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
Chapter 5: Drawing on skin
skipped a couple days, was really swamped with work T_T
“This feels nice.” Asami murmurs, her words muffled slightly by the pillow she’s lying on, her arms underneath it. She’s stretched out on the bed, lying on her stomach, and the early morning light is just barely peeking in through the shut blinds, teasing her whenever she tries to look up from her spot.
Korra’s sitting beside her, tracing her brush through deep red paint on her palette, tongue slightly poking out between her lips in focus. She smiles when Asami manages to glance over her shoulder, giving her a small smile in return.
“You’re sure this’ll come off?” Asami asks, readjusting slightly in her spot.
“Of course.” Korra hums as she runs a soft line over Asami’s back, tracing little circular patterns before she pulls the brush away and takes a swipe at another colour. She slides it over Asami’s back again, this time in broad, long strokes, staining the skin with shades of green and blue, placing little specks of pains along Asami’s shoulder blades. When Asami gives her another look over her shoulder, she waves her brush in front of Asami’s nose, grinning when Asami immediately hides her head in the pillow again. “Be patient.” Korra murmurs, sliding the brush over the palette and mixing the red with the yellow, humming as she fills a few void spaces on Asami’s back with a bright, warm orange.
Asami falls asleep again at some point. Korra had woken her far too early on a Sunday morning, struck with a wild bout of inspiration and the need to “ paint on your body!” Of course, being the wonderful girlfriend that she is - and loving every second of everything Korra does - Asami had agreed eagerly. When she wakes up again, startled into awakeness when Korra clears her throat, Asami first takes a moment to glance at the clock, sighing in relief when she takes in the time on their small bedside clock. She’d only slept twenty minutes.
“All done.” Korra murmurs and slips off the bed, offering Asami a hand and helping her up. She leads her over to their large floor to ceiling mirror before she steps to the side, bashfully clasping her hands behind her back. “What do you think?”
Asami slowly turns around, a breath escaping her when she takes in the sight of an utterly amazing painting on her back.
“Korra…” She starts, words stuck in her throat as it slowly closes up and she has to swallow past a lump to speak again. “It’s beautiful.” She says, finally finding the words as she meets Korra’s eyes in the mirror. “Truly.”
Korra nods with a smile, reaching out to brush her hand against Asami’s before she disappears from the room, only to come back a minute later with a camera in her hands. Asami’s already opening her mouth to protest when Korra beats her to it.
“Just for our private collection. Please?”
Asami watches her, really takes her in for the next few seconds, before nodding with a soft smile and watching as Korra’s eyes light up in joy.
It sure was worth it getting up so early, to see that smile, so wide and gorgeous.
Chapter 6: Roadtrip
Day 11 is up, day 12 to be posted later :)
“Have you been planning this?” Asami asks when Korra finally turns down the music in the car, grinning from ear to ear at her.
They’ve been driving for two hours already, it doesn’t look like they’ll be stopping any time soon and Asami’s long lost the view of the city or any familiarity in the surrounding scenery. It’s not that she doesn’t know the area they live in, rather, she’s never been much of a nature type of person and her knowledge of the countryside stops at the name of a village nearby their house.
“Maybe a little bit.” Korra confesses with a soft smile, nervousness seeping in as she glances to the side, catching Asami’s eye. “Are you mad?”
The silence drags on for a while longer as Asami simply keeps her eyes on Korra, watching her drive, smiling when Korra’s brows furrow and she seems to grow a bit tired of the silence.
“No, of course not.” Asami says, reaching over the gearshift and placing her hand atop of Korra’s leg. “I’m just a little confused.”
“I wasn’t really expecting to go on a… A roadtrip, I guess?” She says, squeezing Korra’s leg before she pulls her hand away and rests her hands in her lap. “It’s a nice surprise though.”
“Yeah?” Korra turns to her with a wide smile before turning back to the road and taking another slow turn.
“Yes.” Asami admits, her cheeks a little warm. “Where are we going then?”
“Not telling.” Korra smirks, shaking her head.
“Awwh, come on.”
“No way.” Korra chuckles, squeezing the steering wheel. Watching Asami has been a true treat and knowing that the surprise roadtrip wasn’t such a bad idea has been even better, but keeping her composure and not just stopping the car to reach over and kiss her has been a true challenge.
“What if I promise to make it up to you later?” Asami asks with a quiet voice, glancing out the window as soon as Korra looks at her.
It takes a few beats of stifling silence before Korra finally answers her.
“To a lake nearby. And then a bit further into the forest, if you’re up for a little walk.” She says, glancing over to gauge Asami’s reaction.
“Sounds great.” Asami murmurs, leaning on her elbow and looking at Korra.
“I was thinking we keep driving to the beach after that, maybe stay there for the night?”
“Sounds really good.” Asami says with a wide smile.
Korra looks at her, returning the smile, before she looks back to the road and turns up the volume on the radio again.
The roadtrip idea was definitely not bad at all.
Chapter 7: Anniversary
life's been awful and busy and blah but i'm rlly trying to get as many of these out D:
also, guys, you've no idea how much your lovely comments mean to me, really. thank you so much <3
It had been a long day and all Korra really wanted was to just get home, rest her feet and relax in Asami’s presence. There was nothing she looked forward to more than her wife’s warm embrace that would come at the end of each day, that much warmer and gentler whenever Korra would walk into the house and sigh deeply, head hung low and her knees a little weak from the day’s pressure.
It wasn’t easy being a police officer and, although there were some days where everything worked out, people were bearable and there wasn’t much work, today just wasn’t one of them.
There’d been three murders they’d been assigned to cover, a burglary not even a street away from the station and some guy ran a red light, nearly killing a family of four.
Korra still had the worry for the lovely couple and their two beautiful children when she finally made her way inside the house, closed the door behind her and toed out of her shoes, sighing. She took off her jacket and placed it on the hanger, let her bag fall down beside the shoe rack and walked softly inside the open space of their living room, taking in the smell of delicious food and the sound of soft music wafting through the apartment.
“Hey baby.” Asami greeted her as soon as their eyes met across the room. Asami watched her for a moment longer before she set the plates in her hands down, tied off her apron and made her way over, enveloping Korra in her arms and tugging her into a long, warm embrace. “That kind of day, huh?”
Korra only sighed before taking in the familiar smell of her wife as she slipped her arms around Asami’s waist and leaned into her fully, burying her head in Asami’s neck.
They stayed like that for a while, simply holding one another, swaying ever so softly to the music, until Korra’s phone began ringing and she groaned, grumpily detaching herself from Asami’s arms.
“It’s Mako.” She grumbled, glaring at her phone.
Asami reached over and took the phone out of her hand, smirking when Korra gave her a small smile.
“Hey Mako.” Asami said as answered the phone and let Korra sit down on the couch as she made her way back to the kitchen and grabbed the plates, making her way over to the coffee table and setting them down. “Yeah, she just got home. No, no, don’t worry, she’s alright. It’s just been a long day.” Asami said and made her way back to the kitchen, bringing over the pot full of pasta she’d made for them. “No, we’re gonna stay home tonight. Yeah. Thanks, I’ll let her know. Okay. Bye.”
Korra looked up at her when Asami handed her back the phone.
“He just wanted to let you know that the captain said you’re taking a few days off.”
“Wha?” Korra’s eyes widened. “Why didn’t he tell me when I was still there?” She wondered but then rolled her eyes when Asami only raised an eyebrow at her as she sat down beside her. “Yeah, okay, I get it.”
They dug into their dinner, occasionally mumbling something between each other while Korra’s favorite show played on tv. They took their time, slowly munchin’ on the food, sitting close, and when they were finally finished Korra stood up to clean the table, letting Asami know she’d bring over a bottle of wine after she was done.
Before long Korra was making her way back with a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in another, smiling when Asami reached up to press a soft kiss to her cheek, only to stare at her in confusion when Korra squirmed out of her reach and walked back to hall where she’d left her bag. She came back not even a minute later, carrying a small box wrapped in red wrapping paper, with a soft smile on her lips.
“Happy anniversary.” Korra murmured as she sat down beside Asami and handed her the box, leaning into the kiss when Asami wound her arms around her neck and pulled her in for a soft kiss. “I almost forgot.”
“I know, I know.” Korra murmured, wrapping her arms around Asami and pulling her in. She’d had her mind set on a long cuddling session and she’d be damned if she wouldn’t spend the next couple of hours dozing off in front of the tv with Asami safely snuggled up beside her. “Still, I wanted to get you this.”
“Thank you.” Asami murmured and peppered kisses over her neck. “I got you something too.” She moved to stand up but Korra tightened her hold. “Later?”
“Later.” Korra hummed. “We’ve got time.”
“All the time in the world.”
Chapter 8: Best friends
lil (really little) something from day 14
The nervousness always comes with the little things.
The brush of her hand against yours, the way she hooks her pinky against your own and tugs lightly, how she leans her shoulder into you whenever you’re walking alongside her down the street.
It comes with every movie night, every afternoon spent wasting away at her favourite coffee shop, every time she comes over after classes with a box of muffins and a fresh, steaming cup of coffee. Your favourite, of course.
The fluttering always comes with the little things.
And you revel in it.
You love the way your best friend buries herself in your embrace, the way she seeks you out in a crowded room, the way the forest in her eyes is more of everything when you open the door to greet her. More vivid, more vibrant, more everything.
It’s otherworldly, how gloriously splendid you feel when she brushes her fingers through your hair or pushes a stray lock behind your ear, keeps her gaze on yours and just stares. Stares until you can’t look at her anymore, until the burning in your cheeks is too much and you have to look away lest you do something far too foolish.
The storm raging inside you grows with the little things.
Until, one day, your best friend kisses you.
And then there’s nothing but calm.
Chapter 9: Truth
late a day but it's a lil longer one. enjoy ;D
“I need to tell you something.”
Korra barely looks up from her videogame, too caught up in her quest to find the missing carrots for the villager, barely sparing Asami a glance before she’s staring at the game again, mumbling back to her.
“You know you can tell me anything.” She hears a sigh just seconds before Asami plops down onto the couch next to her and Korra hurries to pause the game, sets the controller on the coffee table and turn to look at her best friend, her complete attention turned to Asami. “What’s on your mind besides brilliant new projects?” Korra grins, her mind whirring with all the wonderful projects Asami’s been working on in her engineering classes that she enjoys listening about on a daily basis.
“I don’t really know how to say this.” Asami mumbles, clasping her hands together in her lap as she fiddles with the hem of her shirt with her thumbs. “I don’t even know where to start.”
“How about from the beginning?” Korra asks, wide grin already plastered on her lips, before she has to duck out of the way, expectantly, when Asami swipes at her with her hand, all the while rolling her eyes at Korra’s words. “Alright, alright. Jokes aside, really Asami. What’s going on? I know something’s up, you’ve been acting weird ever since last week when your dad called.”
“That’s… Yeah. I know, I’m sorry.” Asami mumbles, looking down to her hands now clasped in her lap. “I… I did something that I probably really shouldn’t have.”
Korra furrows her brows, giving Asami a curious look when their eyes meet as Asami looks up.
“I’m listening.” Korra murmurs, reaching over to place a gentle hand atop of Asami’s knee. “And you know I won’t judge, whatever this may be about.”
Asami sighs with a nod, swallowing.
“Remember how, last time he was over, my dad kept asking me if I was seeing anyone?”
Korra nods, humming in agreement.
“And how I kept trying to get him to understand I’m not seeing anyone because I just don’t have the time and I’m really super busy with uni and you know-”
“Asami.” Korra murmurs, placing her hand on Asami’s knee.
“Right, yes. Sorry.” Asami mumbles, sighing when Korra offers a small smile. “My dad’s coming over in a week.” Korra nods in understanding, tracing little patterns over Asami’s knee. Asami tries not to think anything of it as she finally swallows the last of the lump in her throat. “I told him I’m dating someone.” She mumbles out the words and as soon as they’re out, the light touch on her knee seizes.
“You what?” The shock in Korra’s voice is enough to hinder Asami’s courage and she pulls back a little. “I mean, I totally get it, he was really grilling you but, Asami, uh, won’t he ask more questions now?”
Asami looks down to her lap, wringing her hands together before she looks up again, meeting Korra’s gaze.
“No…” She half-whispers, staring into Korra’s eyes.
Korra raises an eyebrow.
“Are you sure?”
“How can you be so sure?” Korra asks just as she resumes the small movement of her finger, tracing little lines over Asami’s knee as she waits.
Asami takes in a deep breath and brings her hands up, hiding her face in them until Korra gently pries them away from her, taking each hand into her own and lacing their fingers softly.
“Asami, it’s okay if you don’t want to tell me, I’ll understand.” Korra murmurs.
There’s another moment of complete stillness, a beat of silence that passes between them before Asami glances off to the side and her words come out half-slurred and mumbled, barely audible.
Seconds pass like an eternity when the words finally come out and Asami watches, careful and ashamed, gauging Korra’s reaction.
It happens in waves, how Korra goes from calm and soothing to panicked and afraid. It’s both funny and terrifying, and Asami wishes she’d asked her first, she wishes she’d actually told Korra the truth of her feelings and why exactly she hasn’t been dating anyone for the past two years, she wishes she could take back this stupid thing she told her dad, go back in time and do things right. But she can’t and now the words are out there and she’s fairly sure Korra will hate her for it.
“Asami…” Korra starts, pulling her hands back and shuffling a little away from Asami. “You, I- Wh- What?”
Asami sigh and her shoulders sag a little as she looks down and away from Korra’s scorching gaze.
“I’m sorry.” She mumbles, sucking in a breath before she looks back up again. “I panicked. I told him I was dating someone and he immediately asked who and I couldn’t think of a name and I’d been texting with you right before he called and I don’t know, I- I… I’m sorry. It was stupid of me to do that, especially in such a way and without even asking you.”
“Oh man.” Korra says, running a hand through her hair. “Oh my god that explains the weird text your dad sent me two days ago.”
“What?!” Asami almost jumps out of her own skin at those words. “He what? What weird text?!”
“He, uh, he sent me a text about, well, about the things you like. You know, favorite flowers, band, what you liked as a kid, really random. I stared at it for like two hours before I finally replied back and then he sent me a smiley.”
“A smiley!? He never sends me smileys!”
Korra chuckles then stops momentarily, slapping her hand over her mouth before squealing out. “Oh my god he thinks we’re dating!” Asami nods, staring at her. “And he’s coming over for dinner in a week?” Another nod. “Oh god Asami, he’s gonna figure out that we- he’s gonna know. Wasn’t he suspicious? He’s totally gonna be onto us.”
“Korra are you suggesting we go along with my stupidity?” Asami asks, half shocked and half excited at the prospect of calling Korra her girlfriend, even if the meaning behind it would be just a facade.
Korra stills for a moment before she leans over and takes Asami’s face in her hands, smiling widely at her.
“Isn’t that what best friends are for?”
Chapter 10: Truth (pt.2)
as requested, here's a part 2 of the previous prompt :)
p.s. you're always welcome to request part 2 of prompts, it makes me so excited to see and write those :D
Asami is a wreck.
It’s been exactly fifteen minutes since her father arrived at the apartment, a bouquet of roses in one hand and a box of Korra’s favorite chocolates in another, grinning from ear to ear as Asami opened the door and greeted him. It’s been exactly fourteen minutes since Korra walked up behind her and slipped her arms around Asami’s waist when Hiroshi walked inside and gave them a wink, shrugging out of his jacket. It’s been exactly thirteen minutes since Korra pecked her cheek before disappearing off into the kitchen, leaving Asami alone with her father and starting, what Asami could only describe as the first of many little heart attacks of the evening.
“I always knew you two would end up together.” Hiroshi says as he sits down at the table while Asami takes her spot across from him. “There was always something there, wasn’t it?”
Asami glances to the kitchen, where Korra is a picture-perfect girlfriend, helping out with dinner while she gives Asami some time with her father. She glances back to her dad and then down, when she catches him grinning widely at her, and her cheeks redden at the intensity of his attention.
“I guess there was, yeah.”
“You guess there was what?” Korra asks close to her, pulling out the chair beside Asami and sitting down to join them. She turns to Asami and smiles at her, eyes wide yet so gentle, Asami sees a future in them without even having to imagine it and yet, right now, it’s nothing but a fantasy.
“Between the two of you.” Hiroshi supplies, chuckling when Korra mumbles something teasing and a little bold. Asami doesn’t quite catch it, taken aback by the way Korra slides her hand atop of Asami’s own and entwines their fingers like it’s second nature.
Like they’ve been doing this all along.
“So how long has this been going on?”
“Daaad.” Asami whines, hiding her face in her free hand, groaning when he mumbles and ‘ awh come on, you know I have to ask.”
“Actually.” Korra starts and Asami looks to her from the corner of her eyes, curiosity quickly replacing the embarrassment. “I think there was something between us from day one. I couldn’t keep my eyes away from Asami the moment I saw her sassing that smartass in gym class way back in fourth grade.”
“You never told me that.” Asami murmurs, her voice quiet and reserved.
“I never thought you’d even look in my direction, let alone become my best friend.” The words came out of Korra’s mouth with such conviction, Asami almost believed they were real. “And now you’re my girlfriend.” Korra half-whispers the last word, almost reverent of the way it sounds on her tongue, as she leans over a little and nuzzles Asami’s neck before leaning her head on Asami’s shoulder and turning to Hiroshi. “Asami is… She’s a wonder.”
Hiroshi stares at them in silence until a wide smile breaks out on his features, his eyes alight with joy and pride.
“Oh.” He mumbles hurriedly, standing up from the chair and pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Excuse me ladies, I have to take this.”
Both Korra and Asami nod as he shuffles off to the hallway, talking on the phone. Korra is the first on to pull away, her cheeks red and warm, as she tries to pull her hand away, only to have Asami place her other hand atop of it and squeeze slightly.
“You know... “ Asami starts, glancing away from Korra as she swallows. “What you said right now, it… It sounded so real.” Silence follows her words and Asami sucks in a breath before turning to Korra, meeting her gaze and reaching over and brushing the back of her hand against Korra’s cheek as she pushes a stubborn lock of hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek. “Thank you for doing this for me.”
Korra swallows and leans in a little, barely a breath away from Asami’s lips.
“What if I told you it was real?” She asks, peeking up to look into Asami’s eyes right before she closes the distance between them and presses a chaste, short kiss to Asami’s lips before pulling back. “It is real, for me.” She whispers, still a breath away. The thumping in her chest echoes in her ears, as if there were sirens of drums beating to a steady rhythm in her ribcage. “So real.”
“Yeah?” Asami whispers back, the word coming out as barely a little more than a breath breaking against Korra’s lips.
Korra nods and leans into Asami’s touch when Asami cups her cheek further and directs her close again, meeting Korra’s lips and capturing them in a gentle kiss that reminds her of those warm summer rainfalls that coat the land in soft, gentle trickles that give everything a glow, a certain type of radiance that makes everything a little brighter.
“Ahem.” Hiroshi clears his throat, watching in amusement as they separate in a flurry, both a little dazed and looking like two teenagers caught kissing at the front porch after their first date. Shy, cautious, in love. “So ladies, what’s for dinner?”
Chapter 11: Dance
The music is slow and gentle, the evening warm, soft and everything you’d hoped it would be, as you make your way around the ballroom, drink in one hand and the other tucked safely inside your fitted slacks pocket.
They fit you like a glove, tight enough to show off your defined leg muscles and yet airy enough to not seem like you’d just put a pair of tights on, ready to take on another training session. You’ve got your favourite shirt one, deep teal snug around your tan, muscled arms and falling soft and tight around your form. The vest, the one your mother hand picked out for you, feels even better buttoned up fully up to the top and the jacket, matching the slacks, feels like a soft cushion around you.
As you make your way around, watching the familiar faces, some of your friends, some of the people you’ve seen here and there throughout the past few years, you take in the atmosphere, the joy and excitement surrounding you, the low thrum of the bass and the rhythmical beating of the drums. The company is thriving and you’re happy to be a part of it, glad to have the chance to join in on this celebration.
When you notice her walk back inside, for a moment the room seems to still and everyone, aware or not, parts to make way for her, watching, occasionally stopping her to make conversation. You take it all in, keeping a steady gaze on her as you reach the bar and lean back against it, shaking your head when a waiter approaches you, and you let your eyes roam her figure, head to toe, breath catching a little even though you were there with her when she’d picked the dress.
Deep teal. She insisted. Suits her eyes so beautifully.
She’s got her hair swept to one side, loose locks framing her face. Her make up’s always been flawless but tonight she’s taken a little longer, a few minutes more just to emphasize the colour of her eyes, to contour just a tad more to make the lines of her face appear clearer. You love her with or without but staring at her, regal and almost divine like this…
It makes you reverent of every moment you are blessed to spend with her.
She makes her way over, politely excusing herself from every conversation, her lips curling in a soft smile when she finally reaches you and steps to the side, leaning into you slightly and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
“Hi there, beautiful.” You murmur as she nuzzles your cheek before pulling back, eyes meeting yours. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired of talking about work.” She says, beckoning the bartender over. “You alright?”
“Perfect now.” You say, chuckling a little when she bumps your shoulder.
Silence settles between you as you slowly sip your whiskey and she enjoy her martini, swirling the olive around for a little while until she down the whole thing in one swig, much to your amusement, and turns to you as the band moves into a new song, some slow, gentle ballad that makes the hairs on the back of your neck tingle in unfamiliar excitement.
“Dance with me?” She asks, already slipping her hand into yours with a smirk and all but dragging you towards the centre of the hall where couples are already tangled together, swaying softly to the music.
You find a little space off to the side, squeezing in between dancing couples, and when her arms slip around you shoulders, her cheek rests against your and everything falls into place again. Your arms find their way to her waist, fingers brushing together at the small of her back, and the sway you fall into is as natural as breathing.
The years come back in a flash, memories still so vivid, so bright in your mind.
It’s been sixteen years, and you wouldn’t change a single thing.
The music takes over, filling the room, finding its way to your bones as you tilt your head and kiss her softly, murmuring a quiet ‘ I love you’ and swallowing her reply with another kiss.
Have I told you lately that I love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness
Ease my troubles, that's what you do
Chapter 12: Art
A little quickie to keep myself going with this.
It’s five in the afternoon when Korra finally gathers up the will to leave the bed.
She shuffles around the flat, slow and groggy, eyes blearily gazing around as she takes in the mellow air around her, the soft, warm light of the slowly-setting sun shining from outside.
It’s the smell, really, that has her sliding out of bed and putting on a worn old hoodie, not really bothering with pants. But the smell… The smell is intoxicating and the closer she gets to the kitchen, the stronger it is and the more she wants.
The sight in the kitchen makes the almost forgotten butterflies in her stomach churn with excitement.
Asami’s sitting on one of the high chairs, reading from the book in one hand, the other safely wrapped around a large mug of something steaming while a pan of food simmers on the stove.
Korra traces the smell to the pan, glancing over with a goofy smile when she realizes it’s her favourite type of pasta. She shuffles her way over slowly, careful not to disturb the marvel that is her wife, until she’s just a few inches away. She reaches out then, gently smoothing her hands over Asami’s shoulders until she slips her arm around her from behind, leaning into her fully and rubbing her nose against Asami’s neck.
“Hey pretty girl.” She hears Asami murmurs.
“Hey.” Korra hums back, pressing little kisses to the back of Asami’s head before pulling back and walking around to slip into Asami’s embrace. She shuffles as close as she can, humming in content when Asami’s arms come to rest around her, pulling her in a warm, tight hug.
“Feeling a lil better?”
“A little.” Korra murmurs, smiling at her when she steps back. “Got any of that for me?” She asks, glancing over to the mug she sees is full of coffee, her heart warming at the wide smile on Asami’s face.
“Of course.” Asami says and quickly slips off the chair, pressing a chaste little kiss to Korra’s cheek as she walks past her.
Korra watches her walk around gathering things, pouring the coffee and milk, adding just the right amount of sugar before she walks back and sets it in front of Korra. She stirs the food real quick and goes to sit back down, smiling as Korra watches every bit of movement.
“Dinner’s gonna be done soon.”
Korra nods, taking a sip of the coffee. She moans at the taste, hiding behind the mug when Asami chuckles at her.
“Mm’s good.” Korra hums and sets the mug back down on the counter. She stares at Asami a moment longer, tilting her head slightly. “I think I’m gonna go paint a little.” She says, tracing tiny lines over Asami’s hand with her finger. “Before dinner. “She adds, lacing her fingers with Asami’s.
She gets a soft nod and a quick kiss pressed to her lips as a reply before she’s off, heading up the winding metal stairs.
It takes all of three seconds for her to know exactly what she’ll be doing.
The images are already there, the colours too, the only things missing are a canvas and a brush and as she gathers the brush and the palette, Korra sets the canvas up in a rush, stumbling over herself in her hurry.
“What a mess.” She mumbles to herself through laughter as the first lines are quickly drawn over the canvas, bright red and yellow almost playing with one another the more she adds of them.
She adds more in a flurry, pushing one colour into the other, dragging line after line after line, biting her lip as the shapes finally begin taking place on what was only minutes earlier an empty canvas ready, almost eager to be filled.
Occasionally she takes a step back, stares at it narrowing her eyes, almost wishing the canvas would speak to her, tell her what exactly its missing, what she has yet to add to it. But as she shakes her head, pushing the thoughts away, she will herself to drag more lines, to add another colour, and another, until the canvas is a kaleidoscope of lines and colours alike.
The voice startles her a little and she nearly drops the brush in her hand at the sound of it.
“Sorry.” Asami murmurs quickly, standing at the doorway, leaning against it with her arms crossed at her chest, her eyes all but glued to Korra’s frame. “Just wanted to let you know dinner’s ready.”
Korra nods, grinning at her as she waves her hand around.
“Come see.” She says and quickly turns back around. She places three more dots, each to its own spot on the explosion on the canvas, and she sets it all away just as Asami approaches her. “What do you think?”
It takes Korra a few moments to realize Asami’s mouth is hanging open, eyes bulging, wide open.
“Korra, this… This is beautiful.” Asami murmurs, awed. She reaches for Korra’s hand, takes it in her own and brings it up to her mouth, kissing the back of it gently. “It’s really beautiful.”
Korra revells in the warmth of her cheeks and the bugs going haywire in her gut.
She squeezes Asami’s hand, bumps her shoulder and leans in, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.