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“‘Asami, you need to relax.”
Korra’s currently stuck between gushing about how adorable Asami Sato looks right now, and worrying that she’s going to melt that big beautiful brain of hers. Even if Korra thinks that Asami’s the most beautiful person to ever grace the planet - there’s been times where she’s been more than a little smug about having a girlfriend that is this pretty - she’s a deep person with layers and nuance, thank you very much, and she loves Asami’s brain as much as her looks.
Probably more so, if she’s being honest.
Definitely more. There’s no one in the world with a brain quite like Asami Sato’s.
The problem with having a girlfriend that is that smart though, is that her brain is always thinking, always working on different ways to do things, to innovate. Korra loves it, but sometimes Asami thinks too much.
It leads to situations like this, where she’s pacing back and forth on the deck of their boat, Korra watching with worried and loving - always loving - eyes.
“You’ve met my parents before, remember? Multiple times,” Korra clarifies, carefully making her way forward, as if Asami was a wounded polar-bear dog that might spook if she moves too quickly. “They already love you ‘Sami. This is more of a weird formality thing than anything else.”
Korra tries her best to wave off those nerves that Asami is feeling, although judging by the wild-eyed look she gets in return from her girlfriend, it doesn’t have the intended effect.
“But they’ve never met me as your girlfriend before!” Asami gets out, quickly continuing her train of thought before Korra can argue with her. “Don’t say it’s not different, because it absolutely is, Korra,” she disputes, Korra raising an eyebrow but being unable to hide the smirk on her face as Asami just shakes her head.
“I know that’s what you’re going to say, so don’t even try it.”
“We really know each other that well, huh?” Korra teases, taking the plunge and stepping forward so that she can intertwine their fingers together. She’s pretty proud when she thinks her little ploy works, although it’s only for a second.
Asami Sato doesn’t get distracted that easily, and she shakes her head, albeit making no move to separate from the Avatar.
“Some of us aren’t so easily distracted. No matter how cute and adorable and gorgeous you are,” Asami emphasizes, each word making Korra flush harder.
“Her reaction to me saying she can’t distract me by being cute is apparently to double down and become even more cute . Interesting tactic,” Asami teases, Korra ducking her head and giggling to herself.
It’s what she does when she has so much love in her, and she isn’t quite sure how to express it. Like she’s overflowing with affection for this woman, this incredible woman that she’s so lucky to be with, so she just giggles to herself and smiles like an absolutely lovesick dope.
Asami absolutely loves it.
She loves Korra more every second that they’re together.
“You know that there’s nothing to worry about, right?” Korra reiterates after she’s composed herself. She purposefully focuses solely on Asami’s eyes so that she doesn’t get flustered by that beautiful face and the smirk she knows is there, because she knows she won’t be able to get her point across. Asami’s eyes are beautiful, so it’s not a huge loss, and she gets to emphasize her point by doing so.
She’s learning to multitask.
Tenzin would be so proud of her if he could see this.
“My Dad was already telling me about how they have a couple Cabbage Corp snowmobiles that aren’t working, and was hoping you could take a look at them,” Korra notes, smiling softly at the scoff that escapes her girlfriend at the mere mention of Cabbage Corp’s shoddy workmanship. “And Mom just really wants to properly meet you, because she knows that I have good taste and wants to see what all the fuss is about,” she grins, and grins even wider when Asami giggles. “I’m pretty sure she already likes you more than she did Mako.”
“Already putting a dent in that argument about having good taste,” Asami retorts, Korra’s mouth falling open before she giggles again.
She exchanges the hand holding for a hug, resting her cheek against the crook of Asami’s shoulder, giving the bare skin on her neck a little kiss.
Asami shivers. She still can’t stop the way her body reacts to Korra.
She doesn’t think she wants to.
“I could say the same to you. But I think that, right now, we cancel out our bad taste. And Mako,” Korra shrugs, feeling the nod of agreement more than hearing anything. “And all that matters is right now. All that got us to where we are, and I can’t imagine anywhere better.”
It’s Asami’s turn to flush this time, pulling Korra just a little bit closer so as to avoid her own embarrassment at getting caught blushing.
“That’s very sage wisdom. When did Avatar Korra get so wise?”
“Can you hold that thought until all our friends get here for the Winter Solstice, just so I can grab Tenzin and you can yell that at him? I’ll even use my airbending to make sure he hears an echo”.
“Spirits, she’s funny too. The whole package,” Asami smirks, Korra falling into another fit of giggles as she pulls the love of her life closer. She can feel the way that Asami’s still just a little bit stiff though, and she knows it means that there’s something on her mind, that she still has something to say.
So she waits.
She’ll wait as long as Asami needs her to.
“It’s not that I don’t think they’ll like me. We were just friends long enough that I’m sure they would have said something if they didn’t approve of me being in your life,” Asami starts, Korra staying silent so she can get all of this off her chest. She knows it’s important to Asami, so it’s important to her.
“It’s just…..I really want this to go well Korra. I know how important your parents are to you, and I like them a lot too. Plus, it's so obvious how much they love you. It’s an approval thing, I guess, but the parents of the woman I love…. who I love very much, by the way,” she continues, Korra apparently in a now perpetual blush as she gives Asami a tighter squeeze, nuzzling her cheek in a little more to the crook of her shoulder. “It’s important that your parents like me. It’s just hard to put into words.”
“I get it,” Korra says a second later, regretfully pulling herself away so she can look into Asami’s eyes. She distracts herself by tucking some of her beautiful, long black hair behind her love’s ear, using it as a means to think on what she’s going to say.
Her touch earns her a light dusting of pink across her girlfriend’s cheeks, and Korra’s smile gets just a little bit wider. “I do. You don’t have to justify yourself to me Asami, ever. I just want you to know that you don’t have to be nervous. I love you, and you love me. I’m so happy with you, and I’m so proud that I get to be your girlfriend, and that’s all my parents are going to need to approve.”
“Although if you do end up fixing the Cabbage Corp snowmobiles, I’m pretty sure my Dad wouldn’t even let me consider breaking up with you. Ever.”
“Just so you know, I consider it a personal affront that the Southern Water Tribe uses Cabbage Corp products,” Asami deadpans, Korra rolling her eyes even as her love for this woman radiates off of her.
“I may have actually brought an, um….a proposal for Future Industries to become the sole supplier of snowmobiles and ships for the Southern Water Tribe. If there’s time, and your Dad’s open to it obviously, and I don’t want this to be a work vacation, but I did have to say this was a business trip to actually be able to get down here, and…..” she stammers, Korra’s smile only widening as she looks up at Asami, who’s being so one hundred percent herself.
So one hundred percent the woman Korra loves.
“Do you…..Okay. Answer this question honestly ‘Sami, please?” Korra asks, Asami’s brow furrowing before she nods. “Do you have any idea just how absolutely incredible you are? Like, actually any idea just how amazing you, Asami Sato, are?”
Korra flushes as she says those words, her affection so blatant and open, but it’s no match for the sheer red that graces the face of Asami Sato, CEO. “K….Korra……” She stammers, ducking her face as shyness overtakes her.
Korra giggles as she tries to use her fingers on Asami’s chin to make their eyes meet again, but Asami playfully fights her off as she chuckles along with her girlfriend.
“Don’t get shy on me now Sato,” Korra teases, Asami flushing and shaking her head in the negative. “And you say I’m the one who’s cute,” she mutters, Asami scoffing as she finally manages to compose herself.
“Let’s go inside. We’re going to be there soon, and I think we should let Naga get some sea air. And I want the bedroom to ourselves for a minute,” Korra teases, Asami rolling her eyes but grinning nevertheless.
“No one ever told me you were so lecherous, Avatar Korra.”
That earns Asami a light pat on the ass, and a cackle from Korra at her reaction as they make their way inside, intending to christen the ship one final time.
When they arrive in the bedroom, they still have a couple hours before they arrive at the Southern Water Tribe, and Korra intends to make the most of it. She makes sure that the first hour is spent removing all those nervous thoughts from Asami’s stupid intelligent brain.
She’s constantly impressed with Asami, with the way that she thinks of things that no one else could even fathom, but there are times when Asami needs to shut it off for a second.
The easiest way to do that, in Korra’s expert opinion, is to overload Asami’s brain with something decidedly more pleasant.
Asami reciprocates, because of course she does and she’s lovely , but there’s only so much she can do when Korra teases her with the ‘threat’ of using the Avatar State to hold her still, which Asami follows with an adorable ‘promises promises’, all while she lays back and relents, allowing Korra her time to complete the nigh-impossible task of leaving Asami Sato incapable of complex thought.
The second hour is spent getting ready, since no matter how many times Korra makes it clear that Asami doesn’t have to put too much time into looking even more beautiful than she already is, just for the sake of her parents, she knows it’s important to Asami, so she doesn’t press any more than a few reassurances.
They would usually shower together, but Asami’s still recovering - Korra has to fight the urge to high-five herself, since she’s definitely not immune to the feeling of being smug when you blow a pretty girl’s mind (and her girlfriend is the prettiest) - and they do need to get ready, but she’s still in enough of a mood that showering together will only delay them and result in a round two.
Or a round four when it comes to Asami, and a round three for Korra.
She definitely looks smug now, as she thinks on that.
So she spends her time in the shower alone, regretfully away from the warm embrace of her girlfriend.
Girlfriend
Asami Sato is her girlfriend.
It still makes her giddy. She had expectations….no, that’s not the right word. Fantasizing sounds too childish in her mind, but….no, fantasies is right. She fantasized about a relationship with Asami Sato, and somehow it’s been better than she could ever have dreamed.
Her fantasies hadn’t accounted for all of the little things. There’d been so many about kissing Asami, of feeling those lips against her own, but she hadn’t known that Asami would lightly run her fingers through hair, almost massaging her scalp while they kissed. She hadn’t known about the way that Asami would whimper into her mouth when she pulled her just that little bit closer, or the way that she would let out a cute little grunt when they were kissing and fell into bed or into the grass.
She’d imagined cuddling with Asami, running her fingers through her hair after she’d had a long day. She hadn’t known that Asami would work herself to the bone, and that even on nights when they weren’t intending to sleep in the same bed, Asami would come to Air Temple Island instead of the Sato Estate just because she needed to be cuddled and loved.
She hadn’t known that after particularly long and arduous meetings with her Board of Directors, or Raiko - especially with Raiko - that Asami would want to spar in order to get out all of that negative energy. It’s not always possible, but Asami’s somehow managed to get the majority of her meetings around lunch so that they can schedule a sparring session during her break, and Korra always makes time for Asami when she needs her.
She hadn’t considered that Asami had doubts about herself, about her self-worth and her abilities as a CEO and a person.
The same kind of doubts that Korra has about herself as an Avatar.
It’s inconceivable to Korra that this wonderful, incredible, perfect woman would ever think she’s anything less than, but she does sometimes, and it breaks Korra’s heart to think that Asami Sato doesn’t know just how amazing she is.
So on Asami’s bad days she makes sure that she feels extra loved. Whether she meditates and does her morning exercises on the balcony of Asami’s office, or if she’s out in a factory or helping on Team Avatar missions, she’ll make sure that they’re together, and she gives Asami little touches throughout the day to let her know that she’s there.
That she’s Korra’s everything.
The best part is that Korra doesn’t think that it’s going to wear off. Not like her and Mako, where they ran hot and fizzled out so quickly. Sure, her and Asami are still new, and she knows that over time it gets a bit ‘normal’, having Asami in her life like she is, but she can’t possibly conceive how the sheer amount of love that she feels would ever completely dissipate.
She thinks it’ll simmer, just below the surface and constantly begging to be released.
It’s not even that her and Asami see eye-to-eye on everything and are the ‘perfect couple’.
They still have disagreements, but they’re different than the ones she has with Tenzin still, or the ones she had with Mako.
Because when she and Asami argue, she still feels like she understands .
She understands Asami more than she ever has another person. Asami Sato still manages to surprise her - she just did twenty minutes ago when she did that new thing with her tongue - but their disagreements aren’t because Korra doesn’t understand where Asami is coming from. She always does, because she understands Asami Sato. It’s just that the times they fight result from them being different people with different points of view and experiences.
Korra can work with that. She loves to work with that, because it means she gets to understand Asami even more .
She’s pulled out of her thoughts when she hears movement in the other room, unable to stop the high-five she gives herself this time about how slow and languid Asami’s steps sound.
It does mean that Korra needs to finish up though, since Asami has more post-shower rituals than she does, and she’s learned not to mess with Asami’s routine and her makeup.
Not that Asami needs makeup. Because…...seriously, how is she that pretty? Korra doesn’t get it.
She’s more than happy to reap the benefits of whatever spirit decided to craft the perfect woman though.
Spirits, Korra loves her so much.
She uses her bending to increase the water pressure so she can get out a minute quicker, drying herself off with some air bending before wrapping herself in a towel for posterity’s sake. She steps out of the bathroom to find Asami in her robe, biting her lip as she looks at her jackets, two of them laid out on the bed.
Korra has her opinion on which is the best to wear - the warmer one, obviously - but she knows not to get in Asami’s way when it comes to fashion. Especially since this is about making a good first - really fourth or fifth - impression on her parents.
“Shower’s all yours,” Korra notes, Asami humming in acknowledgement as she looks at her jackets, tapping her foot while her eyes flit between them. Asami needs to take a breath, in Korra’s expert opinion, so she takes a seat on the edge of the bed just out of Asami’s view.
“I can carry you there, if you want. Depends on how your legs are feeling,” she teases, delighted with the way Asami’s blush goes all the way down to the portion of her chest not covered by the robe. “Sounded like it took you a couple minutes to get up.”
Asami scoffs, although it’s good natured, flashing Korra a little smirk. “After that performance, I’ll let your cockiness slide for now. It’s a good look for you,” she notes, Korra shrugging sheepishly. She watches as Asami picks up one of the jackets - the warmer one, thankfully - looking at it before turning it to Korra. “This one?” She questions, Korra’s face heating up.
It’s a little thing, nothing really. Miniscule, in the grand scheme of their relationship.
It’s just that the coat is blue with a white trim.
Korra’s colours.
She tries not to be possessive, because Asami is her own person and no one’s property, but the idea of Asami Sato wearing her colours is enough to make her want to squeal. She’s the Avatar, the bridge between two worlds, so she doesn’t, obviously.
At least not outwardly.
It is the warmer coat too, so it’s the practical choice, and she just happily nods.
Asami seems to accept that, humming in agreement before she sets it back on the bed, the other one finding its way into her suitcase. She apparently already has her clothes picked out, it being her usual style along with some extra warmth. Korra delights in it, and she runs a hand through her hair as she stretches her legs out.
“After you’re dressed, do you mind asking the helmsman how long it’ll be until we get there?” Asami asks.
Korra takes a quick second to decide between the affirmative answer, or the cheeky one, before eagerly going with the latter.
“I was planning to do it before I got dressed, but I suppose I can do that too,” she giggles, Asami just staring at her for a second before she breaks into a laugh too.
“And they say that you’re just the muscle. Wit too,” she sighs, Korra squeaking in argument at the surprised tone, but not getting a word out before Asami comes closer, draping her arms over Korra’s shoulders.
“Although I can’t blame you. If I looked like you, I wouldn’t bother with clothes either,” she grins, sealing their lips together before Korra can argue, because she knows what Korra's going to say. That she’s going to compliment Asami instead of taking it for herself.
“I love you,” she whispers against Korra’s lips, the two of them grinning wide as they settle for little pecks instead, smiling too much to do anything else.
“Love you too ‘Sami,” Korra says softly before Asami pulls away. She gives her one more grin before she goes to the bathroom to shower, and because she’s the Avatar, Korra has the restraint to not break into a giddy mess in front of her girlfriend.
So she makes sure that the door is closed and that the shower is on before letting out a barely contained squeal of happiness, practically bouncing over to the dresser to grab her clothes.
Asami can’t help the way that her hands are shaking as the boat docks, nerves getting the better of her yet again.
She can see Tonraq and Senna in the distance, Korra’s mother pointing out the boat as they approach. Naga must smell them, or know that they’re there somehow, because she’s at the edge yelping and happily barking, eager to get to dry land and reconnect with her….parents? Grandparents?
Asami’s not quite sure how that works, if she and Korra are her de facto parents or if that title belongs to Tonraq and Senna, and instead Naga is Korra’s sister.
There’s more important topics at hand, but it’s easier to think about the logistics of the parentage of this polar-bear dog that she loves so very much.
It’s not meant to be though, since Korra takes her hand, grinning as she gestures for Asami to follow her. They join Naga at the side of the boat, Korra shouting for her father as she waves happily with the hand that isn’t squeezing Asami’s. She knows the nerves are there, and her touch grounds the CEO, because if Korra’s with her, things can’t be all that bad.
The Winter Solstice is in a week's time, so Asami had proposed that her and Korra should go down early to spend some time in Korra’s home, among her people. Even if she is nervous, she does want to be where Korra grew up, the place that is home to Korra in a way that Republic City may never be.
She knows she loves Republic City, but she understands why Korra’s so eager to come back here whenever she can.
That’s not why she’s nervous though. Korra’s said it before, that it doesn’t matter where they are, that they’re each other’s homes. Which is a sentiment that Asami absolutely adores, and she wholeheartedly agrees with, but it’s just that….this is a big deal. Meeting the parents is a big deal, even if she already knows them and it’s just seeing them again in a different context.
Korra means so much to her, more than anything, even Future Industries. If she had to choose between the two, it wouldn’t even be a question. And when something means that much to you, it’s reasonable to get nervous when there’s a big event related to it. At least that’s what Asami tells herself.
Maybe it’s partially related to the fact that Asami doesn’t have a family for Korra to meet, or that before he had his ‘redemption’, her father hated everything Korra stood for, and everything that she is. She knows her mother would have adored Korra, and she thinks that Korra would have loved her mom, but unfortunately that meeting will never happen. Although she’s not sure if she and Korra would have ever met if her mom wasn’t killed.
It’s a tricky subject that she’s tried to reconcile in the past, and can never quite figure it out.
She’s not sure she wants to, because it always just makes her sad in the end.
She’s pulled out of her reverie by the feeling of the boat docking, one of the sailors lowering the gangway so that they can debark. Naga doesn’t waste any time, almost knocking Asami over as she bounds over to the gangway and makes her way down, tackling Tonraq to the ground.
Both her and Korra laugh at the sight, Senna waving happily as she watches them. Korra grins widely and waves back, Asami giving a shy one with her free hand. They can’t stay here forever though, so she goes to pick up her bags a second later, only being stopped by the oh so gallant Avatar, who picks them up before she can do so.
“Nope, not gonna happen,” Korra teases, two of Asami’s bags and one of her own under a single arm. Asami feels like she overpacked, but she’s always had a bit more of a material nature than Korra, so it’s not that much of a surprise. “I won’t have Asami Sato carrying her bags while she’s down here as my guest. You’re my girlfriend, so I’m gonna care of you.”
And isn’t that just the cutest sentiment that Asami’s ever heard.
She’d never imagined the Avatar to be so adorable.
Selfless, definitely, but never to be as cute as a button.
“You’re sweet,” Asami smiles softly, giving Korra a quick peck on the cheek that earns her a pretty blush.
Korra’s not looking at her though, and she follows her eyes to where Tonraq’s managed to get to his feet, Senna eagerly tapping his shoulder and pointing at the two of them, clearly delighted by the display.
“Sorry about my mom,” Korra sighs, and Asami just chuckles as she shakes her head. It’s the first time they’ve ever kissed in front of them - even if it’s just the cheek - but she understands a mother’s happiness at seeing her daughter in a loving relationship. “C’mon, let's reintroduce you to the folks.”
They had initially intended to wait on telling Tonraq and Senna about their relationship until they arrived, but that plan was quickly dashed when Korra had called them about coming down a week before the Winter Solstice, the rest of their group joining them a couple days later for the festivities. Asami hadn’t been there, but apparently Korra’s excitement and happiness had led to Senna questioning if she was on anything, if she had gotten addicted to cactus juice, and Korra had to spill the beans.
Asami can think of worse ways to go public to someone’s parents.
It’s Senna that comes forward as they approach, Korra lowering their bags to the ground so she can run up and hug her mom. Her hand has to leave Asami’s for a second so that she can give her mom the full weight of her hug, the two of them grinning happily to each other as they say their welcomes.
Tonraq would be joining them, Asami’s sure, if Naga hadn’t decided to prevent him from doing so by rubbing up against his side, keeping him off balance as he laughs and stumbles.
The whole sight is positively heartwarming, and Asami’s nerves are replaced by eager excitement at potentially being able to call this family her own.
That opportunity starts now, as Korra removes herself from her mother, looking back with a wide grin as she gestures for Asami to take those last few steps to join them.
“Mom, you know Asami. My...my girlfriend. Who I love. Very much,” Korra stammers, her own nerves showing as she formally introduces Asami to her mother.
“Love?” Her mom questions, Korra flushing more and nodding her head shakily. “You said girlfriend, but you didn’t say love!! LOVE?!?!”
Senna looks so excited, looking between her daughter and Asami with a speed that makes Asami think her head might pop off.
“Um, I mean….yeah, love. For a while now,” Korra shrugs, rubbing the back of her neck. Senna looks positively delighted though, and it calms Asami’s nerves some, although she does let out a squeak of surprise when Senna wraps her up in a big hug.
Asami wants to question what Korra means by ‘a while now’, since they’ve only been dating for three months, but it’s probably best not to do that in front of her parents.
It takes her a second to react to the hug, but she wraps her arms around Senna as well, reciprocating the embrace. She can see Korra watching them with a wide grin, trying to subtly wipe happy tears from her eyes as Tonraq finally makes his way to her past Naga.
Asami’s sure they talk and hug, but she’s otherwise occupied, Senna giving one more squeeze before she pulls away. “It’s great to see you again ma’am,” Asami states, quickly being cut off by the shake of a head from the older woman.
“No, none of that. Senna, darling. Always and forever. None of this ma’am business,” she teases, Asami flushing a bit but chuckling as she nods. “My baby girl’s in love!” Senna grins happily, and it’s so easy for Asami to see the resemblance with her daughter.
They look alike, sure, but she has the same eager excitement that Korra does, the way that she’s brimming with it and has nowhere to put it, so it just spills out of her.
“Mommmmmmm,” Korra groans, having to pull away from Tonraq to give her mother a ‘talking to’. It looks friendly, obviously, just Korra trying to ask her mother not to embarrass her, but it leaves Asami alone with the man whose daughter she slept with just over an hour ago.
Realistically, who’s daughter slept with her, the way that session went.
Although it’s usually the other way around, who’s in charge.
Tonraq’s looking at her expectantly, so Asami really needs to stop this train of thought before she blurts something he definitely doesn’t want to hear about Korra’s proclivities .
She only gets the ‘s’ syllable out before she’s cut off, Tonraq shaking his head. “The same rule applies, Miss Sato. Tonraq, not sir,” he clarifies, and it warms Asami’s heart.
“If you’re Tonraq, then I’m Asami. Sir,” she states, tone making it clear that she’s solely teasing at the end. Tonraq laughs - he laughs with his whole body, just like Korra does - and Asami finds herself enveloped in another hug, this one far tighter than Senna’s, purely based on height and weight alone.
Asami’s taller than the matriarch of the family, and her girlfriend, but she’s nothing compared to Tonraq, and she does her best to wrap her arms around him in a hug as well. “We’ll have to do the father-to-girlfriend talk later, but to get it out of the way, I’ll just say that we’re very happy for you and Korra.”
“Thank you s….Tonraq,” Asami stops herself, giving him a small smile as she tries to hold back tears. Korra was right, there’s no real reason to be nervous, because for someone to be as warm and loving as Korra is, she has to have been raised with those values, and it’s so obvious to her that Senna and Tonraq are the best type of people.
Korra’s the best person Asami knows though, so that’s hardly a surprise.
“We’ll work on that. I suspect we’ll see a lot of each other over the years,” he notes, Asami flushing bright red as she hears Korra stammer from behind her father.
“I um….I don’t….jeez dad, we only just started….” Korra just barely gets out, although she lets out a loud huff as she finally looks up at her father’s face, seeing the delight there in how squirmy she is.
“That wasn’t very nice,” she mutters to herself, Senna quietly admonishing her husband for teasing - he doesn’t look like he feels guilty in the slightest - as Asami finds herself in Korra’s arms again.
“You don’t need to be nervous, you know,” Asami teases, Korra narrowing her eyes at her this time as Asami laughs. “Thank you for bringing me. I know it’s important, and that this will always be your home, so it means a lot to me that you’d bring me back with you,” she says softly, quiet enough that it’s only just for Korra.
Korra, who’s looking at her like she hung the stars, and it takes Asami’s breath away.
Korra, whose eyes are so blue and is so beautiful, inside and out, and has unlocked things in Asami that she never knew existed.
Korra, who’s currently leaning in for a kiss, and Asami can’t help the breathy little sigh that escapes her as they meet. It’s a reflex, the way she grips Korra’s jacket and pulls her closer, and she leans down and meets her half-way to account for the height difference. It’s nothing major, only a couple inches, but Asami loves it.
Much to her dismay, the kiss only lasts for a couple seconds.
The cough from behind Korra startles them apart, Asami flushing bright red at having just been caught making out with these lovely people’s daughter mere feet away from them. She supposes ‘caught’ isn’t the correct word since they weren’t hiding, but sometimes her and Korra get stuck in their own little world and forget everything going on around them, and it’s led to a few awkward moments at Air Temple Island.
She doesn’t think she’s ever seen Tenzin blush so hard as when he found her in Korra’s lap, making out in the meditation pavilion. Although she blames that solely on the whimpers Korra lets out when she kisses at her neck.
Those lovely, lovely whimpers. Asami would do terrible things to hear those whimpers right now.
“I guess we’ll have to move up the timing on that father-girlfriend talk,” Tonraq notes, all while Senna looks at them like they’re the most precious thing she’s ever laid her eyes on.
Asami kind of likes the idea of that.
“Hush,” she teases her husband, Korra giving her a thankful look, albeit one that’s quickly dashed by Senna’s next statement. “As long as you two keep your activities in the bedroom from now on.”
“Mom!” Korra gets out, her face the reddest Asami’s ever seen.
She can’t take her eyes off her.
“I just…..look at her! She’s so pretty!” Korra argues, as if that’s a suitable defence to making out in front of her parents like eager teenagers.
It’s flattering, to be sure, but Asami doesn’t think it will hold up in court. It feels like a defence that Varrick would use.
“Apparently having good taste runs in the family,” Tonraq agrees, getting a roll of the eyes and a chuckle from his wife before he makes his way to their bags. “I’m sure Asami would appreciate it if we didn’t make her freeze any more than she already has.”
He loads up their bags on Naga, and turns to lead them up to the palace. “I would have brought the snowmobiles, but they've been acting up. If it’s not a problem Asami, I’d love it if you were able to take a look at them?” Tonraq questions, and she can feel Korra practically beaming at how easy the interaction is, how seamless Asami is fitting into the family dynamic.
“I’d love to,” Asami smiles, because there’s only a select few things she loves more than tinkering around with machinery, especially machinery that can be improved on
Cabbage Corp always can be.
One of the few things she loves more than tinkering threads her hand with Asami’s, and she gives her a small smile as Korra gestures for her to go ahead, and she turns to Tonraq.
“I was actually hoping to talk to you about the snowmobiles that you use, when you have time for a pitch….”