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“Do you have to go?” Asami whispered. Her green eyes glistened as tears threatened to rise to the surface. She was sitting in a small fold out chair in the corner. Korra was pressed next to her in her seat, and music was softly drifting out and filling their ears. Most of the people were sitting at tables around the room, scattered and in deep conversation. Asami had managed to pull Korra away from their friends to speak to her a while before she had to depart tomorrow.
“You know I do.” Korra replied sadly, “It’s only six months. My last tour, and then I’m all yours forever.”
“Only six months?” Asami groaned sadly. She leaned further into Korra, and her head pushed against the crook of the tan girl’s neck, “I don’t want you to leave.”
Korra’s strong tan arms draped around Asami and squeezed her tight. Her face buried into dark hair as she whispered, “I don’t want to leave you, but I promise that when we get back we’re going to start our lives together. I’ll call every chance I get.”
Asami nodded, knowing there was nothing she could do or say that will stop Korra from leaving. She knew Korra was defending her nation and Asami was forever grateful and proud of her for that. That being said, every time Korra left her she was so scared and sad and she would sit there day after day waiting for Korra to come back home safely. “I can’t wait for six months.”
Korra scattered kisses against Asami’s head before she pulled her face up and spotted Mako, Bolin, and Opal waving at them furiously from their seats. Asami must have noticed them too because she suddenly began to chuckle softly.
“Oops, looks like we went off on our own again, huh?”
“Ah they can deal with it.” Korra sighed, “We should probably go back over there though. I think your dad is going to speak soon, and he won’t like the two of us sitting over in the corner by ourselves.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Asami released her grip on Korra and laid a soft kiss on her lips before standing up. Korra took her hand and pulled herself to her feet.
“I have to go run to the bathroom really fast. Go deal with them for me?” Korra tilted her head to their friends and Asami smirked.
“Wow, let me deal with their wrath and you go run off to the bathroom. I see how it is.”
Korra chuckled, “Yup! Thank you, love you, be right back!” Korra kissed Asami once more before racing off towards the restroom.
Asami walked the short distance to her friends and took a seat in a spot around the circular table. “Sorry guys,” she apologized shortly.
“Oh, don’t worry about it!” Opal cut in, “It’s really no biggie. We just didn’t want you to miss your Dad’s big speech.”
Asami raised an eyebrow in question. Usually one of her friends would make some kind of sarcastic or snarky comment when Korra and her would run off and be all couple-y together. “Oh, okay.”
“Yeah, isn’t his speech for the service too? I’m sure it’ll mean a lot to Korra.” Mako asked.
“Yeah, he’s raising a bunch of money for a charity for wounded service members. It’s something him and Korra have been talking about non-stop. I know she’s really excited about it.” Asami folded her hands in her lap, the word wounded resonating in her ear and making her think of Korra leaving and being out in the field for the next six months.
“She’s going to be okay,” Bolin grabbed ahold of Asami’s arm, seeming to notice her discomfort. He always had a niche of knowing just what was going through Asami’s head.
Asami looked at him and smiled sadly, “Thanks Bo.”
He nodded. Asami realized the music had stopped, and just then Korra had walked out of the bathroom. She took a seat next to Asami, smiling brightly and gripping her hand. “I’m so happy your dad is going to talk about this.”
“Yeah, me too,” Asami agreed.
Hiroshi walked out onto the stage, introducing himself first and thanking everyone for coming. Then, he dove right in. “I for one know what it’s like to have someone close to me in the service. I know that I would want the best care for her, and I would like to do all that I possibly could to ensure that her loved ones and she are cared for with the utmost attention. That’s why I brought you all out here tonight.” Hiroshi took a deep breath, running a hand threw his grey hair and pushing the rim of his glasses up farther against his nose. “Wounded Warriors Family Support is a charity that I would like to push all of you to donate for. The charity’s mission is to provide support to families of service men and women who have been wounded, injured or killed during combat. The support of the families may be financial and some psychological.”
He continued on, stressing just how important the charity was. Asami found her eyes wandering over to Korra. Her blue eyes were staring right at Hiroshi, and Asami found herself leaning onto her shoulder and wrapping an arm around her waist.
“Can’t keep your hands off me, huh?” Korra joked, still looking ahead but smirking slightly.
“Nope, I can’t get enough of you.”
“I hope you never will.” Korra said shortly before turning her full attention back to Hiroshi once more.
He went on for a few more minutes, stressing the importance of donating. When he was done, the band came back out and played once more. Mako, Bolin, Korra, Asami, and Opal talked for a good amount of time. They discussed all the things they had to do and what all they would be up to for the next few months.
“We’ll write to you, of course.” Opal said.
“Yes! Totally! I’ll draw you some awesome pictures of all the fun stuff Opal and I will be doing.” Bolin cheered. His eyes were bright and his smile was big.
Korra laughed, “I do love getting those pictures.” She would never tell him, but many of the fellow members in her unit thought a young kid was sending her drawings, and they all got a laugh out of it when they found out it was a twenty-three year old. “And Mako, I love getting letters from you, but maybe something other than the weather?”
A blush rose up to Mako’s face, “There’s not much to talk about! Sorry my life is so boring!” He threw his hands up for emphasis.
“Whatever! I know you have some girlfriend now, even if you won’t tell me her name or bring her around. Plus, you’re a detective! Tell me some case stuff or something.”
“You know that’s confidential-”
“Ah whatever! Then the girl you have! Tell me all about her.” Korra interrupted him humorously.
“Fine, fine,” Mako agreed, crossing his arms across his chest and grumbling.
Korra chuckled again before turning to Asami, “Will you dance with me?” She asked.
Asami’s face lit up at the question, “You want to dance?” She asked.
“Yeah, I mean I know I’m not too good…”
“Not too good? Korra you trip over your feet.” Asami teased.
“Okay, so I’m really bad, but still! I know you love to dance.” Korra shrugged hopefully.
Asami laughed, “You’re so sweet. Yes, I’d love to dance with you. Come on.” Asami grabbed Korra’s hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. Korra smiled happily, letting Asami draw her in close. She swayed gently to the music, tilting in and leaning her forehead against the engineer’s.
“Do you remember this song?” Korra asked in a soft, gentle voice. Her arms tightened around Asami’s midsection, smiling warmly.
“You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be, and I don’t wanna go home right now.”
“Of course, you’re obsessed with this band. When you picked me up on our first date I think you played this song a hundred different times.” Asami chuckled at the memory.
“It was perfect though. When I drove you home, and it played when we pulled up to your house…” Korra trailed off.
“When sooner or later it’s over, I just don’t wanna miss you tonight.”
“I was getting out to open the car door and walk you to your front door. But then you grabbed my arm and pulled me in and kissed me.” Korra gave her cricked side grin, “It was so perfect.”
“It was,” Asami agreed, “That was nearly four years ago, isn’t that crazy?”
Korra laughed, “I hope four years is only the beginning.” One of Korra’s hands slipped from Asami’s waist and slid into the back pocket of her jeans, but Asami didn’t seem to notice.
“When everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.”
“Forever won’t ever be long enough with you Korra.” Asami whispered.
Korra’s eyes sparkled, and she took a deep breath. Her other arm left Asami’s side and the green-eyed girl finally noticed their absence. Her eyebrows quirked up in question, and at that same moment Korra dropped down to one knee.
“Don’t freak out,” She mumbled quickly, “I just—I was thinking, and when I was thinking I realized that I can’t imagine not having you for the rest of my life. I love you, more than anything. Before I met you, I thought all this junk was made up. Now, I know it’s real and I never want this feeling to go away. I can’t even put into words how much you mean to me. I want to grow old with you. I want us to take care of each other and fight and love and be happy together.” Korra took a breath, “What I’m trying to say is… will you marry me?”
Korra’s hand came out, revealing the diamond ring pressed between two of her fingers. She looked up hopefully, spotting Asami’s green eyes that were now filled with tears with her manicured nails pressed against her mouth. If she weren’t so busy focusing on Asami, she would’ve noticed that the song had ended and everyone was turned to face the two of them.
Asami’s hands left her mouth and dropped down to grab ahold of Korra. She nodded over and over again and Korra stood up, feeling her own tears rise to the surface. Asami finally stuttered out a teary “yes” and Korra slid the ring onto her finger before her lips pressed against the engineer’s.
The people around her erupted into cheers, and when the two pulled apart Korra dug her face into Asami’s hair and whispered, “I can’t wait for six months.”