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Sight
Korra fidgeted. The collar on her dress shirt was too tight. She ran around all day wearing a tight-collared tank top, but of course it was the dress shirt that choked her. She fiddled with it, unbuttoning it a bit, worrying that would be too slutty, redoing one, and choking again. What if she was wearing the wrong thing entirely? What if this wasn't even a date? Maybe they were just going to hang out as friends, in which case she guessed her tucked-in shirt and nice pants would look okay together. But what if it was a date and it was supposed to be a super fancy one? She couldn't go out looking like this! Her legs itched. She wished she was wearing her sweats.
Finally, the door to the apartment opened - the apartment Asami had moved into while Korra was recovering in the south. Korra let out a sigh of relief when she noticed Asami hadn't gone too fancy or casual, but quickly reclaimed the breath as she got a good look at her… friend? Girlfriend? Date? Kiss Buddy One Time in the Spirit World?
Her hair was down, falling in long curls to the low cut neckline of the red blouse she was wearing. A beautiful black shawl covered her shoulders and shaded her hips, right into the matching skirt, grey leggings, and black heeled boots. Of course her makeup was perfect. Korra would never understand how the purple brought out her eyes so well, but the red lipstick was an obvious choice. It had been a month since the incident, but Korra could well remember how it felt to have it's prints left all across her neck (and Iroh and several other spirits would remember how the aftermath had looked, unfortunately. Korra would never leave a room again without checking herself in the mirror for red marks).
Korra didn't realize she'd been staring so long until Asami interrupted her with an amused giggle. "That answers my question." Fumbling back into the present, Korra flung her hand out, offering it to help Asami down the front steps. Asami took it with a smirk. "And very polite. Thank you. How are you today, Korra?"
Korra nodded, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead. She had no idea why she was so nervous. This was still just Asami, right? "Beautiful. G-good, I meant. My day is good. You're beautiful. But you're also good, too. I mean, really good. Like wow!"
Asami's eyes lit up. "You sure know how to charm a girl. So, where are we going tonight?"
Leading her by their linked hands, Korra shrugged. They reached the driver's side of the Satomobile that was parked in the street and Korra held the door open to let Asami take her seat. "Why don't you surprise me? You're paying, after all."
Asami flipped her hair, a new spark igniting her features now that she was behind the wheel. Korra clambered into the passenger's seat, not wanting to interrupt the gorgeous woman in her element. "I can do that. But you can't complain when we get there."
She shook her head fervently, staring wide-eyed at Asami. "Don't worry. I don't think there's anywhere we could tonight that I would say no to."
"Excellent! To The Cabbage Cart we go!"
Asami laughed as Korra punched her shoulder. The initial spell seemed to have worn off, and Korra realized she was no longer nervous or itchy. Now she was planning the best way to make this amazing person fall absolutely headfirst in love with her.
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Smell
Master Katara had always told Korra that you never realize you missed Harbor City until you came back. Korra, while thrilled by the chilly sea breeze, believed this statement was romanticized bullshit. Katara was right about a lot of things, but this wasn't it. "It stinks of dead fish and salt," Korra muttered, leaning over the bow of the ship, ready to embrace her homecoming.
"Then don't stick your nose in it," Asami chuckled, pulling Korra down from her perch to pull her into a close embrace. "See? Is that better?"
The stench was slightly drowned out by Asami's floral perfume - she wasn't sure whether she'd worn it before. "Yeah, thanks. Is this new perfume?"
"Yeah," Asami sighed, sounding slightly nervous. "I found it in Little Ba Sing Se a few days ago and thought I'd try it. After all, it's not everyday you meet your girlfriend's parents."
"You've met them before," Korra reminded her, hugging her tight around her waist.
"But not formally as your girlfriend! Last they saw of me, I was just your friend."
"We were basically girlfriends."
"I was just your clingy friend."
Accepting the compromise, Korra nodded. "Look, don't let what Mako said freak you out. They're going to love you. Trust me. My mom loves everybody! Besides maybe Unalaq. But he doesn't count! She loves literally anyone who is not evil and trying to kill me, so unless you are a very thorough assassin, I think you're good to go."
She felt Asami stiffen; the arms around her grew tight, trapping Korra against Asami's soft, perfumed chest. "Who told you?" Asami said in a fake, gravelly whisper. Korra started laughing. "Do you think this is a game? Who told you? Tell me, Avatar!"
Korra slipped down and out of Asami's hold, did a backwards summersault, and jumped to her feet just in time to see Asami dart at her. She dodged, Asami's fingers barely missing her arm. "I knew it! A woman as beautiful as you could never fall for me!" she yelled dramatically, airbending her way to an upper deck.
Asami leapt and caught the floor. She pulled herself up with relative ease and almost got hold of Korra's legs. "For years I've waited." She continued to speak in the low voice, and Korra was starting to get winded from laughing. "I befriended you and tried to smother you to death in your sleep at night! But it didn't work, even when you slept beside me! It's amazing how terrible of an assassin I am!"
"The betrayal!" Korra howled, perching herself on the rails of the deck. "I don't know how I can live with myself. At last, I die!" She allowed herself to drop back down, smiling as she heard a tired sigh from Asami. She landed easily, rolling into a kneel and bowing her head in a defeated stance.
As expected, there was a thump of weight beside her. She felt two gentle hands pull her up by her shoulders until she was standing. The hands slowly slipped around her collarbone until they held her neck in a mock-choking position, but the touch was far too gentle, far too loving. "And I would've gotten away with it," Asami whispered, sending a shiver down Korra's spine, "if I hadn't fallen in love with you first."
The kiss was soft but sweet - a few seconds to remember the waxy, raspberry scented touch of Asami's lipstick before it was gone again. Korra exhaled quietly, her eyes lingering closed as she pretended they weren't in public and that Asami didn't have to pull away.
A cough sounded from a few feet away. Korra's eyes darted open and to the source, where her parents stood on the dock, waiting to greet them. Her mother was wearing a polite but slightly awkward smile, her father glaring straight ahead with crossed arms. Asami immediately retracted her hands from where they remained on Korra's neck, her cheeks glowing even brighter as embarrassment multiplied with cold to create a gushing shade of crimson.
Thankfully, Asami was a child prodigy - the heiress and now CEO of a business. Korra knew she could handle this sort of situation. "Hello," she said, her voice only a little awkward as she approached and offered her hand to Tonraq. Korra swallowed nervously. "I assume Korra's mentioned we're dating by now?"
He nodded, his jaw clenched, his shoulders bulging. "Asami. We've met several times. You've always been one of her friends."
"Yes, Sir. As I'm sure you recall, I met her when she first came to Republic City."
Her father fixed Asami with his stoniest, coldest stare; the one that made Korra shiver as she remembered being on the receiving end of it as a child. It was the one look that could always get her to confess where she'd hidden the broken vase, and it still haunted her to this day.
But, much to her amazement, Asami stared, almost as defiantly, back. Korra felt a bit nervous, worried Asami was going to somehow offend her father. The ringing of bells from far off seemed only to enhance Korra's anxiety as she counted the passing seconds on them. That's it. My father's disowning me.
But, upon the echo of the last bell, Tonraq beamed, leaning back to emit a loud laugh, the kind that came right from his stomach. He swooped forward and pulled Asami into a hug, swinging her in a circle. "I told you Senna! I told you! Our little girl found a good one! We have our future daughter-in-law! I can hear the wedding bells now!" Asami glanced at Korra in amused confusion. Korra shrugged. They could worry about that later. "Ah! Pay up! I told you she wouldn't end up with Mako!"
"Tonraq, they aren't even engaged yet!" Korra's usually timid mother was aflame, glaring at her husband with a sort of fire in her eyes that could melt the snow she stood on. Korra was relieved for her mother knocking sense into her father, before she heard what else Senna had to say. "She could still very well end up with Mako! I refuse to lose quite yet."
"Hey!"
"Nonsense, Senna. She's chosen! She never brought Mako home to meet us, remember? We met him by chance. This is the one!" He had Asami in one of his giant arms, holding her close to him possessively. "Back me up here, Korra! She passed my test! Mako couldn't look me in the eye for a second."
"Well-"
"No, Korra, back me up!"
Korra stared between her parents, all eyes now on her. "Okay," she laughed, inching forward to gently help her girlfriend (she really hoped Asami was still going to be her girlfriend) from her father's grip. "Well, uh, here's the thing. We are not getting married, and I am not going to date Mako. Ever again. He's a definite no, so you guys can exchange your money and whatnot and… meet Asami! The girl of my dreams who hopefully still wants to date me!"
It was one of those moments where, when two people share a connection, they can know what the other is thinking. In that moment, Korra and Asami turned to meet each other at the same time. Blue eyes met green, one horrified and one amused. It was, in that exact second, that Asami knew exactly what to say to defuse the situation.
"Hey, you know for a fact that I'm only here to assassinate you!"
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Sound
“No, I did not agree! You go down there and tell them the shipments are not going through. I don’t care. I… ugh. Fine! I’ll tell them myself! Inform them I’ll be down in a moment. I need to stop by my office. I’m aware.”
Asami’s voice seemed to stand out amongst the general clatter of the building. It was, just seconds after this, she walked into the office, her gaze softening slightly as she saw Korra, but her demeanor just as rushed. “Thanks, Love.” She swooped forward and took the four cups of coffee Korra had brought her, offering a chaste kiss in return. “Which is yours?”
“The one with barely any coffee.” Korra took hers from the tray as Asami set it on her desk. “The rest are black, like you like.”
Asami leaned back against her desk for a moment, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and sipped her coffee. “You don’t know how much this means to me, Korra. I’m so sorry, I probably won’t be home until late. Some idiots messed up the paperwork and now-” she saw Korra nodding and frowned slightly. “I know it’s our first anniversary, but…”
“I’ve already taken too much time.” Korra saved her exhausted wife the words and kissed her cheek as means of goodbye. “Don’t worry, we’ll make it up. There’s always time later. But don’t keep Mr. Important-Probably-Sexist-And-Homophobic-Business-Guy waiting.” Asami’s laugh boosted her ego. “See ya.”
“Bye.”
Now, normally, Korra would’ve been annoyed by something like this happening. Spirits, they’d been married a year! But, seeing as she’d also unintentionally married Future Industries, Korra had figured something like this might happen (as it happened almost three times every week). So Korra had a plan - a very good plan. And she wasn’t going to let some annoying thing like this get in the way. This is such a great plan. Is this why I’m the Avatar? Yes. Because I’m the best!
Usually, Korra had no way of knowing when Asami would be home: in the past, it had been anywhere ranging from 6pm to 3am. Although, based on the context, she figured tonight would be a 12am at the earliest night. So she got herself some real coffee (even though she despised it) and turned on a mover on the Li-Screen (Varrick’s latest invention - to watch movers whenever from the comfort of your own home). Nothing could keep her awake quite like The Tales of Nuktuk: Journey to the North.
Sure enough, at 2:33am, the familiar sound of keys clicking in the door roused Korra from her half-awake state (she’d watched the mover five times consecutively). “‘Sami?” she checked through a yawn.
“Korra, are you still awake?” Asami’s footsteps clicked across the kitchen tiles. She met Korra at the backend of the couch and took her cheeks in her hands. “Love, what are you doing up? You have that meeting in the morning.”
“You leave for work in four hours,” Korra argued, “and you’re still awake.”
Asami sighed. “That’s because I drink a lot of coffee. Come on, sweetie. Let’s get you to bed.”
“I’ll be fine. Here.” Korra pulled herself together enough to jump over the back of the couch. “Look, I know it’s kinda… untraditional, and at this point a bit meaningless because it’s not our anniversary anymore, but I made you some food for when you came home.” She stumbled around until she found the meat she’d prepared earlier. “It just needs a bit of reheating.” She created a small flame in her hand. “But that’s no issue, right?”
“Oh, Korra,” Asami laughed. “That’s very nice of you, but I had some food at work.” She must’ve noticed the way Korra’s face fell. “But, seeing as we’re both up, I guess we can indulge ourselves a little bit.” She reached over Korra, for the alcohol they kept in the top cabinets. “We shouldn’t drink too much, but what the hell. We’ve been married a year.”
“And two and a half hours,” Korra added.
“And two and a half hours. I’ll get the glasses.”
Korra took a seat at the kitchen table - it wasn’t used enough, anyway. Asami usually ate on the road, and Korra ended up sitting on the couch half the time. “Thanks, Mistress.”
“Mistress?” Asami’s laughter was reminiscent of that warm feeling Korra experienced when she was tipsy. Fitting, she realized, as she took the glass Asami offered. “Isn’t it a bit early for that, my dear?”
“Four hours, Asami.”
She stood behind Korra’s chair, wrapping her arms around Korra and leaning on her, bringing the faint scent of oil and flowers with her. “Nonsense.” The word was whispered. Korra shivered. “As long as we stay awake, we can live an eternity together tonight.”
The alluring appeal of the notion intrigued Korra. “Well, I promised as much in my vows. Let’s do it.”
Drinking led to a drunk, sleepy Korra, which resulted in ridiculous ideas and, ultimately, ended up with them slow-dancing through the kitchen to the taps of their tows. Asami led, of course. “Graceful, my dear.”
“I’m trying.” Even as she said it, Korra almost tripped over her own feet.
She giggled in Korra’s ear. “Patience in practice.”
“Always you and your patience, isn’t it?”
Asami green eyes glittered, like green florescent lights illuminating water (they’d seen this in the Earth Kingdom on their honeymoon - Korra had sworn up and down that it was unnatural. Asami told her to calm down and enjoy beauty for what it was). “I’m just trying to make up for your lack thereof.”
Avoiding the millionth rerun of this conversation, “I suppose you’re right.”
The silence cocooned them in solitude; the knowledge that they were the only idiots up at such an unholy hour by their own free will. And with those mere four hours before Asami had to go to work and Korra her meeting, they created themselves a small eternity to get lost in, celebrating.
Korra didn’t regret it until she got a hangover halfway through the next day; Asami when she half-drunkenly told her obnoxious (but very important) business partner that if he insulted her one more time, he could kiss her sorry ass goodbye.
They both crashed at 6pm.
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Touch
Short arms around her neck nearly choked Korra, but she figured it was better than having her hair pulled. She held one of the girl’s legs steady, her other hand claimed by Asami, leading her through the halls of the building she’d come to know so well. “These are the rooms where a lot of ideas are bounced; we think of new designs, improvements, and inventions in general. What do you think, T?”
The girl riding piggyback on Korra was Pegah Tee. When she was an infant, her parents had abandoned her on the beach. Now she was three years old, and two weeks to the day she’d become the newest member to the Sato household. “I think there needs to be a Satomobile that flies! Can you do that, Mama? Can you make a Satomobile that flies?”
Asami smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. “We’ve made flying machines before, but not quite that. Give us a few years. Maybe you can help us make it!”
They’d already learned that T was a fan of Satomobiles - whether it was a normal three year old obsession or another possible engineer to the Sato name, Korra wasn’t sure, but she knew Asami was hoping. One of our kids are going to have to be… but let’s just focus on the one we actually have for now.
The small group had started on top of the building and was working their way down to what Korra personally considered the more interesting part. T stayed very reliably on her back the entire time, all the way until they found themselves down in the garages. “This is the fun part,” Asami told her, helping her down from Korra’s back and, finally, allowing Korra to take a full breath. “Here, follow me!”
Korra had been in these garages many times: bringing Asami food, coffee, surprising her at work, asking her advice, giving advice, testing the machines, even spending a night here when Asami had a particularly difficult project. She took a quick glance around - waved at the people she knew - before turning back to her family. Of course, by the time she saw them, they were already in the hood of one thing or another. Korra smirked. Yup, I think we got an engineer.
“Hey, uh… you.” She motioned quickly to the nearest worker she could find - a young, scrappy teenager who was helping an older engineer. He stared at her. “Yeah, you, come here!”
He took a few steps toward her then, stopped, his mouth agape.
“Do you guys have any cameras around here?”
He blinked. “A-are you the Avatar ?”
Korra rolled her eyes. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Yes. And you must know my wife owns the place. It was all over the paper, like less than five years ago? How long have you worked here?”
“A… a few weeks. I haven’t even met Mrs. Sato!”
“She’s been on vacation. Doesn’t matter. Do you have a camera?”
He nodded.
Korra waited, perhaps for him to say something or pull one out. When she realized he wasn’t, she continued, “Well, go get it!”
He scrambled off.
Korra snuck a bit closer to listen to what her wife and daughter were talking about.
“-and that connects to that, which makes the engine run. This is a lot of complicated stuff, you sure you’ve got it?”
T nodded enthusiastically. “And that makes that work?” She pointed at something.
“Yes, you catch on fast! We might just have to hire you!”
T giggled. “You can’t hire me! I’m little! I’ll fall in!”
“I guess you’re off the hook for now.” She rolled her eyes and T laughed harder. “Do you want to know a really important trick?”
“What?”
Asami leaned over and tied T’s hair back for her. “That’s better!”
“It isn’t in my eye!” T leaned far over the engine. “I can see good!”
Asami smiled. “Yes, you can see well now.”
“H-here Mrs…. Avatar.”
Korra turned to the stammering voice of the worker, now holding out a camera to her. “Please, call me Mrs. Sato. We both respond.” She took the camera and turned back. “Isn’t that cute… er, what’s your name?”
“Lee… but most call me Junior.”
“Aren’t they cute, Junior?”
Junior laughed. “Y-yeah. That’s a real photogenic moment. Good luck, Mrs. A…. Sato.”
Korra, her attention now undivided, turned back and took the picture. I need to get one of these. Could be handy! She shoved it in her bag, figuring it really wouldn’t matter if she ‘borrowed’ it. She was, technically, in charge of all these people. In the sense that if they didn’t listen to her, Asami would stare them down until they did.
She joined them for the remainder of the lesson - T had a lot of questions and got a lot of answers that even Korra, after her hundreds of hours of working beside Asami, couldn’t understand. “Hey, Mommy could you bend this straight?” Asami handed Korra crooked piece of metal.
“No problem.” She did something like this for Asami nearly every time she came down here. While Asami much preferred doing her work by hand, sometimes she didn’t feel like heating the metal a few hundred degrees to shift it ever-so-slightly. Plus, she was the wife of the first metalbending Avatar. It has it’s perks.
“Thanks. And that’ll go here…” Asami put it inside the engine. “And when Mommy goes and turns the Satomobile on, it’ll be running just fine again!” She gave Korra a look as she tossed her the keys. Korra rolled her eyes slightly but obliged.
“Avatar - master of all four elements, brings balance to the world, connection between humans and the spirits. And Asami’s little bitch. ”
The car went fine, just as Asami had said. No surprise there, but T was thrilled. “And that’ll be it for today,” Asami said. She took T’s hand and started walking with her, motioning for Korra to take her other hand. Korra, of course, did so. “Did you have fun, my darling?”
“Yes!” T exclaimed. Korra giggled and elbowed Asami, who adamantly ignored her. “Can we come back!”
“You’ll be back plenty soon,” Korra assured her. “But we need to go and feed Naga. She’s been home alone all day!”
T beamed. “Can I play with her?”
“She’d love that.”
“Yay!”
The drive home was conquered by more Future Industries questions. Korra actually ended up learning a lot, but she’d forgotten again by the time they got home. They fed Naga, ate dinner, watched a mover, and bickered about the dishes before it was T’s bedtime. Asami put her down while Korra relaxed on the couch, thankful for the quiet that would follow their daughter’s absence. She loved her, but sometimes all the questions were overbearing.
“Is Mommy ready for bed too?” Asami teased.
“Only when Mama is.” She made room for her. “She’s going to be an engineer too, isn’t she?”
Asami laughed, smiling much wider than she should. “It appears that way at this moment, doesn’t it?”
Korra lightly kicked Asami. “I’m outnumbered. We need to fix this. Is it too soon to adopt another one? Maybe a waterbender?”
“We don’t know that T’s not a waterbender.”
“Please, we both know she’s from the Earth Kingdom. It said so on her papers. I mean an earthbender would be great, too. But a waterbender!”
Asami leaned past Korra’s leg, laying on her stomach and meeting her gaze. “One kid at a time, Love. I still need to go back to work, and you have Avatar Duties. We need to work out a schedule for all this.”
“You could take her to work?”
“Sometimes, I suppose. She might be able to sit in on a meeting.... But I’ll see what I can do.” Her fingers played in Korra’s hair. “Your hair’s getting longer again. It’s almost at your shoulders.”
“I’m gonna get it cut. I’ve just been busy.” She wrapped her arms around Asami, pulling her into a close embrace. “Is that a bad thing? You seemed to like it when my hair was long.”
Asami kissed her. “My opinion on your hair length is neutral, dear. I was simply stating a fact. But I know how you feel about my hair.”
“Half the reason I’m in love with you,” Korra teased. Asami laughed. “I mean, it’d probably look cool short, but I like it the way it is.” She kissed her back.
“Oh really?” Asami pushed herself up on her elbows and looked down at Korra, her hair falling in and around Korra’s face. “How about now? You still like it?”
Korra laughed around it. “Smells wonderful,” she replied. “Now stop this nonsense and kiss me.” Asami raised her brow at her. Korra rolled her eyes cheesily. “Please, Mistress ?”
Asami ran her finger along Korra’s jaw. “You’re lucky I have a soft spot for you, Love. As you wish.” She kissed Korra, longer than last time. Korra melted into the kiss, rubbing her hands up Asami’s back to run them through her soft, beautiful hair.
“Mama? I’m thirsty.”
Korra practically threw Asami back. Riiiiigghhhht. Kid.
Within the blink of an eye, Asami was standing, fixing her now ruffled hair. “Mama will help you get water, Sweetie. Maybe we should get some for Mommy too?” Asami glanced back at Korra with an atrocious glimmer in her eyes. “She seems a bit thirsty.”
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Taste
Korra shuffled with the sweet buns, hoping beyond hope that the final touches would compromise for the considerable amount of mistakes she’d made in the recipe. “Please,” she whispered. “Please you damn buns just… be good!”
“Damn!”
Korra froze; her heart itself failing to beat. “Z, did you just…” she turned to look her infant son. “Z… no.”
However, as many kids do at a year and a half, Z seemed even more intrigued. “Damn!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands once.
“Zadok Tonraq Sato you say that word one more time and you are grounded!” I can’t ground a baby! What am I thinking? The only kid she could ground for swearing was T. But, just like her brother, the only place at this point in her life she would learn a swear word would be from one of her mothers….
Korra was fucked.
“Alright, Z, here’s the deal.” She took the boy out of his high chair and started rocking him on her hip. “You don’t say that word ever again, and I’ll give you dessert every day for the rest of your life!”
Z looked at her with wide, innocent eyes, a spittle of drool at the corner of his mouth. Korra realized she was trying to bargain with a child who understood only half the words she was saying. “Z eat. No speak. Bad word. No no.” She shook her head.
“Damn?”
“No no. No. Bad, bad word. No speak.” She shook her head frantically. Asami will be home any minute…. “Why don’t we say dog instead, Z? Dog good!”
Z cocked his head. “Dog.”
“Yes, Z! Dog!”
He smiled a big, baby smile. “Dog!”
“Dog!”
“Am I interrupting?”
Asami was walking through the door, T zipping past her to get to the back door to greet Naga. “Nothing,” Korra said, hoping Asami wouldn’t notice how flustered she was. “Z just learned a new word. Dog! Right, Z?”
“Dog!” Z agreed.
“Dog?” Asami questioned. “Korra that was the first thing he started babbling after we brought him home.” She relieved Korra of the boy, cooing a soft greeting to him. “He’s been saying it to Naga for the last seven months. Did you not notice?”
“My mistake,” Korra laughed. “I must’ve thought he was saying… dag… or something.”
Asami gave her an astounded look. “Okay… anyway, you said you were making a surprise tonight. What’cha got?”
Korra jumped in front of the sweet buns, lucky Asami hadn’t noticed. “Right! Um, it’s gonna be a blind taste, so sit down and close your eyes, please?”
“You’re lucky I trust you after the meat kabobs incident,” Asami muttered, setting Z in his playpen (it sat right in the entrance to the living room for everyone’s convenience). “But lay it on me. Let’s go. Before T finishes greeting Naga.” She sat in a chair facing away from Korra.
“Yeah, speaking of T, how did the day at work go?”
“Awesome!” Asami’s focus on what she was saying would allow Korra a minute to finish the buns. “She didn’t get much out of the meeting, of course. I barely get anything out of those meetings, but the clients were reluctant to start yelling at each other with a five-year old in the room, so that was nice. Then I took her down to the garage to work with Paon, since he’s the most experienced engineer, and I’d say it went well. When I checked on them he was teaching her to use applications of earthbending, which is good and all, but I mean, she’s only a beginner and he was trying to talk the pros of metalbending and she isn’t even close to that yet, right? Anyway, I let them be, and she says she learned a lot, so that’s great. How was Z today?”
Korra nearly dropped the buns. “Close your eyes,” she instructed as she took them to the table. “You can probably smell what we did today.”
“Delicious, yes.”
“And I tried to see if I could get him to waterbend.”
“Don’t tell me you sat down with a cup of water and played with it for five hours again.”
“Ha! W-who would… do that?”
Asami seemed amused. “You, Love. You would do that. Again, I must emphasize. He’s going to be two soon, and most don’t start showing until like three or five. You’ve got to be patient.”
Korra rolled her eyes. “Always with the patience,” she teased. “Alright, it’s a bit warm, so be careful. I’m gonna give you a forkful. Tell me if it’s good.”
“I will be horribly, brutally honest,” Asami promised.
Korra fed the bite to Asami, waiting with wide-eyes to gauge her reaction. At first it was neutral, then her brow furrowed as she tried to distinguish what it was, followed by a smile that Korra might’ve described as underwhelming but appreciated all the same. “So, what do you think?”
She licked her lips. “Sweet buns?”
“Yup! It’s the anniversary of the day we went to the Spirit World for the first time! What do you think? They’re some of your favorite sweets and I thought ‘what the heck?’. Were they any good?”
Asami lips hitched in a flirtatious smile. “I think the sweetest thing about this is you, but I love them. Did you cook anything for our actual dinner?”
“I figured we could just order take out.”
“Great.” Asami stood up, exceptionally close to Korra. “‘Cause I was just thinking we should eat out tonight.” Korra blushed; Asami seemed to gain more power from her embarrassment. “And I most definitely mean it in the way you’re hoping I do.”
“T-that sounds good,” Korra agreed quickly. “I love eating… out.” She glanced nervously out of the corner of her eye at Z, who was playing with his colorful blocks. “Maybe we should save this witty banter for later, though.”
“C’mon, Korra. I’ve been waiting all week to see you blush like that.”
Korra offered her a giant, toothy grin. “We’ll put the kids to bed early and then talk. How about that? Z didn’t have his nap so he’ll be grumpy and tired.”
“Spirits, Korra.” Asami rolled her eyes but obviously wasn’t too irritated. “You’re going to be the one dealing with him when he starts screaming in an hour.”
“Understood.”
Asami’s eyes twinkled. “Then I will gladly take that offer.” She leaned in to seal the deal on a kiss, lingering with Korra a second longer than she normally would. Dammit, Asami. After all these years and you still got me wrapped around your finger.
The screech of the porch door separated them. “Ewwwww!” T yelled, shielding her eyes. “See that, Z? Mama and Mommy were kissing!” She crossed her arms defiantly, staring at her mothers with the most serious of expressions. “Z tell them it’s wrong!”
Z responded to his name. He stared at them with wide, confused eyes. They met Korra’s and, in a moment of dread, Korra could anticipate what was going to happen.
“Damn!”
T gasped, “Mama!”
Korra whispered, “Oh fuck.”
Asami chuckled, “Korra?”