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“My love language is...”
“Wait, what’s a love language?”
One conversation with Bolin and Opal, and Korra was wondering if she’d missed some kind of vital information which everyone else knew. Most crucially, that her girlfriend knew. Which is why she burst into their apartment without even greeting her.
“Hey, Asami, do you know about this ‘love language’ thing?”
“Good to see you too, Korra,” Asami said sarcastically, shutting her laptop and getting up from her desk to greet her girlfriend.
“Sorry, hi, but Bolin and Opal were talking about this thing that apparently everyone knows about except me, and now I’m wondering if I’ve been missing crucial information?”
“Woah, slow down.” Asami laughed and pulled her in for a hug. “Love languages?”
“Yeah, do you know what they are? Have you known this whole time and never told me?” Korra knew she was pouting, and she also knew Asami loved it.
“I mean, I’ve heard of it, yeah, but I don’t think it’s like a fundamental life truth. A lot of the time the people who coined these terms end up being problematic anyway, so... I’ve never given much thought to it.”
Korra exhaled in relief. “Good.”
“The five love languages are apparently touch, words of affirmation, um... quality time... acts of service... and one more.” Asami looked thoughtful for a second. “Oh yeah, gifts.”
“Huh.”
Korra processed this for a moment. It seemed like she and Asami liked all of those things, so maybe you didn’t just have one of these ‘love languages’? Or maybe it was just that she loved all of those things because she loved Asami.
“Hey, Korra, no kiss? Don’t you still love me?” Asami’s face was set in an expression of mock sorrow.
Korra rolled her eyes. “Of course I do.”
She turned her face up to kiss Asami, before pulling back to grin at her.
“Hey, I want to show you some new designs I’m working on,” Asami said after a moment.
“Okay.”
They went to sit on the couch, and Asami fetched her laptop, showing Korra her ideas. Korra wasn’t sure she entirely understood them, but she was happy to listen to Asami talk, and the way her eyes lit up when she spoke about some aspect of engineering that she was enthusiastic about made the subject much more interesting.
After Asami had shown her all her ideas, Korra leant into her girlfriend’s side, reaching for her hand. Asami put her free arm around Korra’s shoulder, resting her head against Korra’s.
“Hey, Asami?”
“Yeah.”
“I think you’re my love language.”
She could feel her girlfriend’s soft laughter.
“Who would have thought you could be such a romantic sometimes?”
“Hey, you know I am.”
“Yes, and I love it about you. And, Korra?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re my love language too. Just so you know.”