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"Out."
"But-"
"I don't care, you know I'm having company over. Out," Asami said, pointing to the door.
Opal folded her arms over her chest.
"Are you sure you don't want me as a buffer? You seem really nervous about this."
"Why would I invite her if I were nervous?"
"Because you don't think clearly when faced with a beautiful person possibly wanting to climb you," Opal pointed out.
Asami stood from the couch and frowned at her friend.
"I appreciate it, Opal, but I really just want to be alone with Korra tonight and let whatever's gonna happen just ... happen. Y'know?"
Opal nodded, but still looked worried.
"You text me if you need an out, okay? I know you've both been really flirty and everything, but do what you feel is right. Don't feel forced or anything, okay?"
"Korra's not like that."
"I know, I just ... best friend worries, okay?"
Asami walked over and enveloped Opal in a hug,
"Thanks, Ope," she murmured. "Now get out of here so I can set up."
Opal patted Asami's face and then grabbed her purse and phone, heading for the door.
"Don't burn the place down!"
"I had no immediate plans to," Asami called to the closing door.
A buzzing drew her attention a minute later and she picked up her phone.
I'm leaving early are you home?
Yeah, but nothing's ready yet
That's fine I just need to get away from all this and out of these clothes
Should I have a flirtatious remark available for that or...?
I'm going straight to your place so you'll see what I mean. See you in ten
You're that close?
Yup
Asami glanced around the sitting room and took a breath. Ten minutes to get everything sorted, pizza ordered, and dishes washed. That was do-able! She was just loading the dishwasher when the front door buzzer went off.
"Hello?" she said, after opening the line.
"It's me."
Asami felt her stomach jump as she let Korra into the building. Heart hammering in her chest, Asami paced for what felt like hours before a knock finally came at her door. She swung it open and gaped at Korra.
"Shut up, I know," Korra mumbled, pushing past her and into the flat. "I couldn't decide between a dress or a suit, so my mother helpfully suggested that I mash it together!"
Asami closed the door and looked Korra up and down. Black skirt that fell just above the knee with a split running up to the middle of her left thigh, white blouse with a dark blue, chiffon-looking scarf tied like a tie, and a black jacket...
"You look amazing," Asami breathed.
Korra looked at her as she kicked off her heels with a groan.
"I hate heels," she grumbled, falling onto the couch and tossing the shoes in the general direction of the front hall.
Asami stepped over them and sat beside Korra, aware that she was still awestruck. Korra had her head propped against the back of the couch and had thrown an arm over her eyes.
"Are you wearing make-up?"
Korra groaned again and removed her arm from her face, sitting forward slightly on the cushion.
"Yeah. Mum thought it would be a good idea," she replied, starting to shrug out of her jacket. "I know it's gonna be kinda forward for a first date, but I hope you don't mind me strutting about in my underthings because I need out of these clothes, like, an hour ago."
Asami laughed and brushed back some of Korra's hair off of her face.
"First date, huh?" she teased.
"I assumed, but it doesn't have to be," Korra replied, finally looking right at Asami. "I'm okay with either, honest."
Asami smiled softly and stood, gripping Korra's hands and tugging her to her feet.
"C'mon, I have some clothes you can change into if you want. I even have make-up remover!"
"What? You mean those eyes aren't naturally purple?"
Asami shook with silent laughter as she led Korra through her flat and into her bathroom.
"Here, sit down," she said, motioning to the toilet.
Korra sat and Asami could feel Korra watching her as she dug through her medicine cabinets for her make-up remover.
"Okay, close your eyes," Asami instructed as she poured some of the liquid onto the cotton pad. She wiped at Korra's eyes until all the make-up was gone and then pressed a kiss to Korra's forehead. "Okay, lips next."
"You gonna kiss me there, too?"
Asami let her eyes trail up to meet Korra's and she smirked.
"Well, not right away," she teased.
Once all the make-up was gone, Asami led Korra into her room and sat her on the bed while she found a change of clothes. The only thing she had that could possibly fit Korra was a loose pair of pajama bottoms and an old tank top. She tossed them at the younger girl and kept her back turned while Korra changed. It wasn't long until arms were sliding along her waist and pulling her backwards.
"You trying to seduce me, Sato?" Korra murmured.
Asami shivered and shook her head.
"Now why would I try and do that?"
Korra nuzzled her nose against Asami's neck and her grip tightened around her waist.
"Well, you invited me here so..."
Asami turned in Korra's embrace and let her hands rest on Korra's bare upper arms, her thumbs running back and forth over the muscles.
"I invited you so we could get to know each other better," Asami replied, dipping her head slightly and bumping her forehead against Korra's. "I figured we could at least try and do that first."
"I can't really think of a better way to get to know each other."
Korra's face was inches away and Asami wanted nothing more than to lean in and press her lips to Korra's. She moved a bit closer and Korra's fingers dug into the small of her back, forcing their hips together. Asami brushed her nose against Korra's and -
BUUUUUUUUUUZZ
"Fuck," Asami breathed.
Untangling herself from Korra, she rushed from the room to let the pizza person in the building. She dealt with the transaction as quickly as she could and as soon as the door closed and she turned around, she saw Korra walking out of the kitchen with plates and two beers.
"Thought I'd help," she explained, a soft grin on her face as she headed for the couch.
Asami put the pizza on the table and sat down on the couch next to Korra, placing some room between them. Either Korra didn't get the hint, or she ignored it because the next thing Asami knew, she was laid out on the couch between Korra's legs, her back resting against Korra's chest.
"Comfy?"
Asami twisted her head and grinned at Korra.
"Not just yet," she said.
Korra held her arms up as Asami shifted around so that her back was against the back of the couch and she was cuddled into Korra's left side. Korra dropped her arms around Asami and rubbed her arm before straining for the Wii remote on the table and starting up Netflix.
"Alright, so, let's get this started! What are we watching with dinner?" Korra asked, scrolling through Asami's Continue Watching List. "Movie? Show? Oh shit, you aren't finished Sense8 yet?"
"It takes actual brain power to watch," Asami replied. "It's not something I have unless it's the weekend."
"We're watching an episode."
Asami whined slightly.
"I'm not in the mindset right now."
"Please?"
"I know you'll end up distracting me."
"Okay, okay, fine. Friends, then? You've seen that all the way through before right?"
"Of course. I use it as background noise."
"Friends it is!"
Falling asleep had not been a part of her plan when she had curled up next to Korra. Yet, she had managed it and, mumbling sleepily, she realized that she really didn't mind waking up next to the girl partially underneath her.
"Nice nap?"
Asami hummed happily as she nuzzled her nose closer to Korra's neck, finally registering the fact that Korra was running her fingers through her hair and tucking it behind her ear.
"You're very comfy," Asami replied.
Korra laughed and Asami tilted her head up a bit to look at her, a smile on her face. Korra stroked her cheek softly and Asami pushed herself up off of the girl to sit back on her haunches. Korra shifted enough to sit up and bring her legs beneath her and she adopted a serious expression.
"Maybe we should talk," she said slowly.
Asami raised an eyebrow.
"Dumping me already? That's kind of low."
"What? No, of course I'm n-- and you're joking. Right," Korra said, chuckling softly.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just ... I dunno I want to make sure we're on the same page and I don't want to fuck this up, either."
"I think if anyone's gonna fuck it up, it'll probably be me," Asami stated, shrugging slightly.
Korra looked right at Asami and held her gaze.
"You ... you make me really happy," she said seriously. "And you make me laugh and you make me feel ... I dunno, safe I guess. But I feel like ..."
Asami covered Korra's hand with her own and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Take your time," she said.
"You know how, when you really care about someone or something and you can just feel this swelling in your chest and it just doesn't stop and it gets to a point where you just know that if you weren't already contained in some way that it would just flood over and it just sort of becomes this overwhelming thing?"
Asami nodded and Korra turned her hand under Asami's and laced their fingers together slowly, as if giving Asami time to pull away. She continued when it was clear that Asami wasn't going to pull back.
"I don't know how or when it happened, but that's what happens when I see you, or when someone says your name, or whenever you text me, even if it's something silly. It just ... if it's connected to you, I get that swell in my chest and some times I just want to cry because of how overwhelming it is but not in a bad way just as a way to kind of ease it."
Asami smiled widely and reached with her free hand for Korra's other hand. Her thumbs stroked the backs of Korra's knuckles gently as she took a breath.
"I don't know when or how either," she whispered, "but you do the exact same thing to me."
"Okay, well that's good," Korra joked.
"Very," Asami replied. "So, Korra, what are you looking for from all of this?"
"Well, what are you looking for?"
"I asked you first."
"I confessed first, throw me a bone," Korra pouted.
Asami laughed.
"I want a relationship with you," she said slowly. "But I want to take it slow. I want to make sure that I don't mess it up."
"Me too."
"Okay, so ... we're dating?" Asami clarified.
"Is that what you want?"
"Is it what you want?"
"Yeah," Korra said, grinning. "Yeah, it is."
Asami grinned back.
"Okay. We're dating," she said gently.
"So ... since we're dating," Korra said, shifting slightly in her seat, "does that mean I can kiss you?"
Asami's grin grew and she moved closer to Korra.
"I think that would be okay," she breathed.
Korra moved closer, her mouth hovering close enough that Asami could feel her breath. She shifted slightly, barely brushing her lips over Korra's, and resisting the urge to shiver at the sensation of finally getting to kiss her. Feeling braver, she pressed her lips more firmly against Korra's and whimpered slightly when Korra's fingers threaded through her hair, and her lips captured Asami's upper lip between them to suck rather gently. Letting go, Korra backed off enough to let them both take a breath and then she was back again, and Asami was gripping her shoulders, shifting backwards and bringing Korra with her to rest on top of her on the couch, legs tangled together and mouths moving gently over each other.
It took almost all of her willpower not to moan as Korra's tongue ran gently over her bottom lip and she leaned her head closer, angling it slightly as she allowed Korra's tongue in her mouth. Her hands curled in Korra's hair and tank top, pulling her closer and pressing their chests together. Korra had managed to wedge a knee between Asami's legs and the pressure made her breath hitch. Korra took the opportunity to plant sloppy kisses down Asami's jaw to her neck, where she nuzzled her nose slightly before nipping at the skin there.
"Korra," Asami breathed out, her grip on the other girl's hair tightening. "Korra, wait."
The lips stopped immediately and Asami removed her fingers from Korra's hair, allowing her head to lift and look at her.
"Are you okay?" Korra asked softly.
"We should probably slow down." Asami said, offering a gentle smile.
Korra looked at their position on the couch and chuckled slightly.
"Right. Last thing we need is this ending with you getting pregnant, right?" she joked, untangling their legs and sitting up again.
Asami cleared her throat and looked at Korra as she sat up.
"Is that an ability you possess?" she asked tentatively. When the only response was a blank look, she continued. "It's okay if you do."
Korra gave her a lop-sided grin.
"No, I don't possess such an ability," she said.
Asami nodded and Korra tilted her head slightly, clearly hesitating.
"Do you possess such an ability?" she asked finally.
Asami smiled warmly.
"I used to," she said simply.
Korra took a moment before she nodded slightly.
"Does ... does that weird you out?" Asami asked, suddenly nervous.
Korra's eyes widened and she shook her head furiously.
"No, galaxies, no, not at all!" she exclaimed, laughing slightly. "No, that doesn't matter to me."
Asami let out a breath of relief and reached out to thread her fingers through Korra's again. Korra smiled at her and tugged on her hand, bringing her closer and snuggling her.
"Okay, Sato, you owe me a game of Mario Kart."