Chapter Text
Asami was a woman possessed. Nothing could break her concentration or focus. The world could’ve been engulfed in flames, and she’d only give it a mere glance before waving it off. She had a feeling Korra felt the same way, too.
“Oh! Oh g-god!”
In fact, Asami knew Korra felt the same way by the way her hips were gyrating, pushing Asami’s fingers deep inside her.
They finally made it to the bed after another round outside on one of the lounging chairs, and another in the shower where Asami could appreciate the way Korra’s voice vibrated against the walls. She barely had time to dry them both off when Korra pounced on her again, begging for more, completely submerged in Asami’s spell.
Asami meant every word about taking Korra every which way. They had to make up for so much time lost. Hearing that Korra refused to pleasure herself while in treatment set Asami off, creating a tug of war in her mind. She hated the idea of Korra putting herself through that kind of unnecessary torture, but she loved the gratification of seeing her unravel for the first time since their last time.
And boy, did she unravel.
With another thrust, Asami felt Korra’s walls contract as she came again that night, her head buried in Asami’s neck, arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders. Asami rubbed circles on Korra’s back and kissed her collarbone. Korra whimpered when Asami pulled her fingers out, mourning the loss. Lifting her face, she captured Asami’s lips with her own. The wetness of the kiss, and the force of Korra’s tongue, had Asami squirming beneath her.
“You haven’t come at all tonight,” Korra murmured into Asami’s mouth. She reached between their sweaty, tangled bodies. Two of her fingers slipped inside Asami easily and she moaned.
“I don’t want tonight to be about me. It’s about you.”
“It’s about us,” Korra challenged. She pushed against Asami’s shoulders, forcing her flat on her back. She splayed her hands on Asami’s chest, squeezing her breasts and tweaking her nipples until they were hard and pebbled. Her hair was still wet from their shower, patches of it more dry than others and hanging off one side of her shoulder. She looked so thoroughly wrecked with the hickies on different areas of her body, lips kiss swollen, and face still showing exertion from her most recent orgasm.
“You’re so beautiful,” Asami said.
With a wicked grin, Korra leaned down and took one of Asami’s nipples into her mouth, swirling around it several times with her tongue and pulling away. She lowered herself down Asami’s body, taking the sheets away with her. Her kisses were so gentle and held so much praise in every single one as she worshiped Asami’s body. When she reached Asami’s pussy, she glanced up and held eye contact as she made the first initial lick. Asami’s breath hitched and she pushed Korra’s hair out of her face to see her better. Korra hummed as she flattened her tongue against Asami’s clit.
“K-Korra,” Asami jutted. She spread herself more and melted into Korra’s mouth, refusing to shut her eyes and miss out on the way Korra worked for it. Or how entranced she became by Asami’s flavor, like it was the only delicacy in the world. When she pushed two fingers in, Asami’s walls gave away quickly, letting Korra in without resistance until she was knuckle deep. “Fuck! Like that! J-just like that.”
Korra sucked harder on Asami’s clit and sped up her fingers, then paused briefly to add a third. Asami couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore. As she closed them, her body arched off the bed as she came. Her heavy pants filled the room alongside the sloppy kisses Korra pressed to her fluttering folds.
A tired but satisfied laugh fell out of Asami’s lips. She pushed her fingers through her hair and sighed. “Damn — you’re still so good.”
“Was there ever a doubt?” Korra asked, kissing her way up Asami’s body.
“Good point.”
Korra kissed her, cupping Asami’s jaw and forcing her mouth open so that she could taste herself. She wrapped her arms around Korra’s neck and pulled her down on top of her. Korra’s knee came between her legs and rubbed against her sensitive folds, smearing whatever remained of Asami’s slick that she hadn’t caught with her tongue against her thigh. Asami gasped and held on tighter.
Korra groaned. “I wish we had—”
“Side drawer, the top right corner,” Asami said, already catching her drift.
Pulling away, Korra raised her brow. Asami responded by nudging her head toward the dresser. Korra leaned away and opened it.
“You packed all of these?” The genuine surprise in Korra’s voice made Asami laugh again. She listened to her rummage around in her drawer at the several sex toys Asami brought.
“Mostly. Ginger and I also stopped by a sex shop in town.
“I didn’t know they had those here.”
“Korra, focus.”
“Oh, right.”
A minute later, Korra came back with lube, a harness, and a dildo. She hastily buckled it on and smiled down at Asami.
“On your knees first.”
Asami didn’t hesitate and turned on her stomach. She pushed up on her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder, watching as Korra attached the dildo to the harness and applied the lube. Asami watched in fascination and pure horniness. She wondered if she would look as confident and powerful in that position.
“What is it?”
Asami lifted her gaze, realizing how hard she’d been staring.
“Nothing… Just admiring,”
“Yeah, well…” Korra gripped Asami’s hips and pulled her close, “There will be more to admire when I’m inside you.” She reached between them and brushed the tip against Asami’s entrance.
Asami’s mouth fell open, her lower half-stirring to life from Korra’s words. She tried to push herself down the shaft more, but Korra held her still.
“Aht, aht,” she tsked. “You really think I’m gonna let you get away with all you put me through tonight without a little begging?”
Dammit.
“Please?” Asami asked sheepishly.
Korra pretended to yawn. “You can try harder than that, princess.” Gripping Asami by the hair, she pulled until Asami was on her knees, back against her front. She reached around and cupped Asami’s right breast in her hand. Asami let out a tortured moan and turned her face into Korra’s cheek, pressing her lips against it.
“Fuck me, please.” Her hot breath brushed along Korra’s jaw. “I need your cock inside me. Don’t make me wait any longer than I already have.”
Korra squeezed Asami’s breast, then she moved her hand upward, wrapping it around Asami’s throat loosely. At the same time, she pushed inside Asami’s wet and waiting folds. Asami shuddered when Korra resumed. The lube and her slick made the glide easier… to an extent. As Asami approached the base, it got much thicker. Korra’s teeth grazed against the shell of her ear and bit softly.
“You gonna take this cock like a good girl?”
“Fuck yes,” Asami choked. When Korra’s hand fell away from her throat, she fell forward and caught herself on her hands. She barely took a breath when Korra shoved all the way inside until she buried herself nine inches deep. “Ah! Oh, fuck!”
“So fucking tight,” Korra growled. She pulled out and pushed back in to the hilt. Asami’s muscles instinctively clenched. She almost cried from how good it felt to have Korra this deep inside her again, pushing past barriers and going for exactly what she wanted, knowing Asami could take it. “I missed you so much.”
“Missed you,” Asami whispered back. She pushed back against Korra and they set a steady, feverish pace that had their skin clapping against each other and shouts pouring from their mouths.
“Korra!”
“Shit! God, you’re taking me so well. Come here…” She paused her movements and changed their positions, getting behind Asami and pushing them both to their sides. With her grip on Asami’s thigh, she lifted it and entered her once again. Asami leaned her head back against Korra’s shoulder and wrapped her arm around Korra’s neck. They started slow, building back to the pace from before.
“Fuck! I’m close!” Asami gripped the sheet beneath her. She felt Korra’s heavy breathing in her ear, the kisses pressed against her throat, the sound of her name pouring out of Korra’s lips like the chorus she sang earlier in the night.
“Come for me,” Korra said. She reached around and pressed her fingers against Asami’s pussy, rubbing hard and fast. “Let me hear it. Let me feel it.”
Asami screamed. Her body went stiff as her orgasm spread throughout her body, making her head spin and toes curl. She had no idea where she was anymore or who she was, only where she belonged.
And that was right here, in this moment. In Korra’s arms.
The sound of loud pounding against glass stirred Korra awake. She groaned and put a pillow over her head.
“Rise and shine, sluts!” Jargala’s voice was muffled through the glass. “It’s a big day!”
The knocking continued.
“Oh god, make her stop,” Asami whined.
“Korra, you left your panties out here! If you don’t answer me in one second, I’ll hang them from the flagpole out front.”
“Jesus Christ.” Korra rolled out of the bed, taking the comforter with her. She stomped over to the sliding door and pulled back the curtains that she thankfully closed when they came in last night. Jargala stood there, one hand on her hip and the other raised in the air, Korra’s black thong pinched between her thumb and index finger. Grumbling, Korra pulled the door open just enough to snatch the underwear out of Jargala’s hands.
“Shouldn’t you be passed out with a massive hangover right now?” Korra hissed.
“I’m a responsible party girl these days. Took aspirin before and after.” Jargala offered a toothy grin. “Where’s Asami? We need to get started. The big moment is in T-Minus”—she checked her watch—“twelve hours.”
Korra glowered. “Out of respect for this big day of yours, I won’t cuss you out right now, but I swear to God if I hear your voice at all in the next two hours, I will hurt you. And I will enjoy it.”
She slammed the door shut and locked it.
“Fine! But any longer than that and I’ll go out and buy a blow horn!” Jargala shouted.
Korra threw her underwear into their makeshift pile of clothing. With the temperature rising outside, the room was warm enough to discard the comforter on the ground. She crawled back in bed beside Asami, who lay on her stomach and hugged her pillow, her lower half covered by the sheet.
“What time is it?” she asked groggily.
“Too early.” Korra spared a glance at the clock on the nightstand, recalling that by the time they finally finished, the sky had turned a brighter shade of blue. They’d only been asleep for three hours at most. It made her regret not wringing Jargala’s neck for waking her up at this evil hour.
She would not regret, however, the actions that led to her zombified state at the moment. There was no other word to describe last night other than euphoric. It was as though they shared one body — one mind. Their movements were so in sync, feelings equal in intensity. They were insatiable; unstoppable, liberated from the pain and enveloped in pleasure. Korra saw no end to it, whether she was giving it or receiving it. Asami’s pleasure was hers, and her pleasure was Asami’s. It transcended above the physical aspect and planted roots mentally in Korra’s mind, far away from that fucked up corner where seeds of doubt planted themselves. No, this was her new garden. A garden of truth that would spread further than anything else.
Leaning over, she kissed Asami’s shoulder and into the pocket of her neck. That earned a tired laugh from Asami.
“Don’t tell me you’re ready to go again,” she said. “My vagina needs an ice bath.”
Korra chuckled and rubbed Asami’s back, admiring their contrasting skin tones. “Don’t worry, I’m satiated. For now.”
“Mm. Good.” Asami yawned. She wrapped her arm around Korra’s waist and sighed. “Jargala’s right, though. I need to get up.”
“Like hell you do.” Korra protested by throwing her leg around Asami and pulling her in closer. “I’m not letting you leave.”
Asami’s laugh carried through the room this time. She snuggled into Korra more. “You’re gonna hold me hostage here forever?”
“That’s not a bad idea. That way, I’d know you’re safe.”
Asami opened her eyes. She smiled softly and cupped Korra’s cheek. “I’m safe as long as I’m with you.” She leaned forward and pecked Korra on the lips. “Last night was so perfect.”
“Yes, it was. We’ll be paying for it heavily today, but I have no regrets.”
“Me neither.” Asami turned on her side, then a wide grin spread across her cheeks. “You saaaang for me.”
Korra chuckled. “Yes, I did.”
“I still can’t believe it. I need Ginger to share the footage she took of it.”
Korra groaned. “Oh no, there’s video?”
“Would it make you feel better if I told you it’s my all-time favorite moment between us that I’ll have on replay for the rest of my life?”
“You have a list of favorite moments?”
“Of course I do. It’s still ongoing, but the list is getting quite long now.”
“Tell me your top three.”
“Ooh. That’s tough.” Asami paused. “I can’t do overall. Give me a category.”
“Hmm. All right. How about the most sentimental?”
“Ah, okay. Definitely last night.”
“Phew.” Korra pretended to wipe sweat off her brow. “That makes the amount of bullying that I’ll receive from the group worth it.”
Asami giggled. “I’ll tell them to go easy on you.”
“My hero. What’s next?”
“The first time we said ‘I love you’ to each other on your birthday.”
Korra smiled at the memory. “Agreed.”
Asami drew against Korra’s clavicle. “I hated missing your birthday last year.”
Korra frowned. “I know. Aside from Naga’s birth, I was really sad I didn’t get to spend it with you.”
“You didn’t let me spoil you with presents.”
“You spoil me enough as it is,” Korra said, laughing and brushing her hair out of the way. Asami raised her head from Korra’s chest and smiled softly. The heaviness of her stare caused Korra to blush and look away with a cough. “So, what’s your number one?”
Asami’s eyes sobered. “When you held me after my dad passed. Even though it was sad, in that moment, I knew everything was going to be okay. Because of you. If I didn’t know you, I don’t think I’d ever know freedom or peace. You give me both.”
Korra breathed in shakily, overcome by those gratifying words. She brushed their noses together and smiled.
“I love you so much,” she rasped.
Asami pushed her hand through Korra’s hair and kissed her. Her touch was so light and careful, stroking down Korra’s arm. Their bodies pressed together, but Asami wiggled her hand between them until her fingers brushed against Korra’s front.
“So much for being satiated,” she teased Korra until her fingers were covered in slick.
“Shush,” Korra said, moaning as Asami’s fingers entered her fully.
Asami was quick this time around. Once her fingers reached that sweet spot, she pumped quick and hard. Korra came in under a minute, shaking and panting, one leg still draped over Asami’s thigh.
“I love you, too.” Asami’s voice was like a cloud against Korra’s head, soft and pleasant. “Always.”
Korra clung to that word as she dozed off, putting it as the centerpiece of her new garden where it would be safe from every angle.
Always.
It was noon by the time they finally got out of bed. While Asami got dressed, Korra emerged from their paradise and entered the communal kitchen for coffee with an extra dose of bitter.
She froze at the sight of Michiko sitting there alone at the kitchen island, mug in one hand, phone in the other. Their eyes met briefly, but then a tiny voice came through the speakerphone.
“Mommy?”
“I’m here, my love,” Michiko said. Korra resumed her trek toward the coffeepot, praying for a fresh pot so she could avoid extending this awkward run-in. She was in post-sex bliss and wanted to keep it that way.
She picked up the pot and silently cursed at the emptiness of it.
“Fresh out,” Michiko called out from behind her.
“Yeah, I noticed,” Korra responded flatly. She filled the pot with water and threw out the old coffee grounds. While she worked on brewing a new pot, she overheard Michiko and her daughter’s intense conversation about fairies and dragons. Hana sounded so animated, nothing like Korra imagined a child of Michiko to sound. And Michiko was patient, soft, and interested.
“I gotta go now, but I’ll call you for bedtime. Be good for the sitter, yeah? Love you.” She ended the call just as the coffee finished brewing. Korra filled two mugs to the brim. She heard Michiko clear her throat. “That was some performance last night.”
Korra paused, but she looked back. “Are you mocking me?”
“What? No?” The offense she took to the claim made Korra turn and face her. “Genuinely. I thought it was cool. And that’s one of my favorite songs.”
“Oh… Well, thanks.”
Michiko nodded and pushed her hair behind her shoulder, revealing the strap of her bikini top. “It’s also cool that you’re sober now.”
“Okay, what’s the deal?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why are you being nice all of a sudden? Did you lose a bet against Jargala or something?”
Michiko rolled her eyes. “That paranoia of yours really runs deep, doesn’t it?”
Korra crossed her arms and lifted her brow. “You don’t know anything about me.”
“Oh, trust me, I know a ton, given how much Kuvira has talked about you over the years.”
That gave Korra pause. “She has?”
“Don’t act so surprised. Your emotional grip on her is so nauseating. There was no point in competing with the ever talented, strong, and graceful Korra. Thank god I had enough respect for myself to walk away when I did.”
“And yet here you are,” Korra gave her a pointed look. “So what is it? You want payback for whatever mistreatment you think you received? To saddle Kuvira with your responsibilities?”
“If you’re implying what I think you are, let me stop you right there before this goes to a place we’re both too grown for. I’m here because Kuvira wants me here. I almost didn’t come because I thought this was just some ploy to make you jealous or something.”
“It’s not like that with us anymore.”
“Sure. I know that now. But is it that hard to understand my reservations and distrust at first? Your claws were sharper than any kind of cat, with how deep you dug them into her.”
“Wow — Great metaphor,” Korra said.
“It’s so annoying how you’re not getting this.”
“What?”
“How hard she fell for you.” Michiko looked so frustrated that the words came out like an outburst. Korra’s eyes widened. “Aside from me, you were the only person to dominate her attention. So yeah, I was intimidated by you, and yeah, that made me immature, but that happens when the woman you love falls in love with someone else.”
Out of all the conversations Korra knew she would need to have out of treatment, this one never came to mind. After all, she and Kuvira were long past what happened all that time ago. They built friendship, respect, and the kind of familial love Korra wished she could have had growing up. It made her realize that the possessiveness she had over Kuvira stemmed from the thought of losing her like she did with everyone. It made her so toxic that she almost sabotaged the romantic love Kuvira had for someone who actually returned it.
“I really was an ass back then, wasn’t I?” she said after a minute, a humorless chuckle leaving her.
Michiko looked apprehensive at first, but then a corner of her mouth lifted. “I always used the term ‘shithead,’ but close enough.”
Korra laughed and leaned her hip against the counter. Her brows furrowed, and she took another minute to consider Michiko’s words, piecing them together with Kuvira’s in the untold story she disregarded.
“I’m sorry,” she said, the roughness in her voice melting away. “You saw a version of myself that I’m far from proud of, and one that I’m still trying to unlearn.”
Michiko tossed her hand, waving her off. “That’s unnecessary. You didn’t owe me anything back then, Kuvira did. But I also realize I didn’t make it easy for her in the slightest with all of my crap. She didn’t deserve it.”
Korra nodded, understanding that sentiment whole-heartedly. “We’ve put her through the ringer. I just want her to be happy now, and I feel like it’s my duty to make sure that happens. That’s the least I can do for her after everything she’s done for me.”
“I understand, and I agree that giving her a lifetime of happiness would be an incredible way of showing thanks…Which is why there is something else I’d like from you if you’re truly sorry.”
“What?”
Michiko rubbed her lips together, seemingly reluctant.
“Your blessing.”
Korra sputtered. She knew she must have looked crazy by the way she felt her brows practically raise to her hairline. “M-My what?”
“Look—you’re the closest thing she has to a sister, and yes, I’m aware you guys have fucked, so that’s probably not the best comparison to make, but you get my drift. Kuvira can deny how much she cares about your opinion on us, but she wouldn’t be this agitated with me about giving you a hard time, if not.”
“She’s been annoyed with you, too?” The surprises just kept coming. “She practically tore my head off yesterday.”
“I hate it when she goes all disappointed mother on me.” Michiko crossed her arms. “She’s not even a mom!”
“It’s even worse when she’s right and you both know it,” Korra added.
“God! It’s the fucking worst!” Michiko exclaimed.
They shared a long laugh across from each other, and Korra could hardly believe her ears. But she realized this was a natural step in her progression. Unlearning her mistakes meant being willing to give a second chance. And when it came to Kuvira, a person who gave her so many second chances, why couldn’t Korra do that for someone Kuvira clearly wanted in her life moving forward?
“Okay,” she said once the laughter died down. “You… have my blessing. Just don’t hurt her, okay? Not in the way I have.”
Michiko’s eyes softened for the first time in Korra’s direction, and they held the same promise and love that Korra hoped Asami saw in her eyes when she looked into them.
“Deal.”
“It’s hot. I’m hot. Don’t you think it’s hot?”
Jargala spoke so fast that it took Asami a second for her words to translate properly.
“It’s ninety degrees, so yeah, it’s pretty hot.”
“Fucking global warming is what it is.”
“Yes, that, and maybe because we’re in the middle of the Bahamas.”
Jargala nodded, clearly distracted as she paced back and forth in hers and Ginger’s bathroom, biting her thumb. “Are you planning on burning a hole in the floor?”
“Yeah, sure.” Still oblivious, Jargala kept pacing.
“Hey!” Asami grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to stop. “Just relax for a minute. Breathe.” This wasn’t the first time she’d given that advice today. After finally getting out of bed, chugging two cups of coffee, and reworking her thigh muscles, she was ready to follow through with her part in Jargala’s proposal. “Want me to walk you through it again?”
“Please.”
“All right. The reservations at the seafood restaurant are in thirty minutes. You guys will head there while we finish setting everything up on the beach, which is a phenomenal choice for an engagement, by the way.”
“Unless I end up with sand up my ass followed by a big fat ‘no.’” Jargala smoothed out her white t-shirt and made sure it was tucked into her pants. “How do I look?”
“You look amazing.” Asami gave her friend a quick once over, nodding in approval. “I’d say yes in a heartbeat based on the outfit alone.”
Jargala smiled nervously and turned to the mirror. For once, her hair was out of its signature ponytail, falling down her shoulders in mermaid waves. Her light green eyes expressed only one emotion—scared as hell. Asami wished she could reassure her; tell her she knew for a fact that Ginger would say yes, but she kept herself in check. Ginger had also been working her arm all afternoon, trying to get Asami to tell her what Jargala had planned, but Asami kept her mouth shut. After spoiling the proposal itself (though Ginger already knew), she didn’t want to give away the big moment, too.
If all was going according to plan, Ginger and Michiko were currently finishing up at a local boutique, meeting a designer that styled several A-list celebrities. It wasn’t too far from the restaurant, and knowing Ginger, she’d been talking the designer’s ear off and charming him into letting her take home a couture gown. It worked as the perfect distraction.
The door to the bathroom opened and Korra poked her head inside, looking damn good in that vest and dark jeans and—
Focus, Asami!
“Everything good in here?”
“Yep, we’re good. She’s just got a minor case of nerves.”
“Again?” Korra entered the room fully and let the door fall shut behind her. Jargala started pacing again. “Dude, you’re gonna burn a hole in the floor.”
“I said that already.” Asami smiled.
Korra chuckled and crossed her arms. “Have you told her to relax too?”
“Many times, yes.”
“Oh god! The ring! I can’t find the ring!” Jargala patted herself down, checking around frantically.
“Kuvira has the ring, remember? You gave it to her before coming in here to get dressed,” Korra said.
“Did someone say my name?” Kuvira poked her head into the room and looked around at all of them before settling on Jargala. “Catch.” She pitched the velvet box underhanded, and Jargala caught it clumsily. “Why are you guys standing around in the bathroom?”
“Little Miss Tough as Tits is about to shit herself before she even pops the question,” Korra said, earning a slap in the arm from Asami.
Kuvira rolled her eyes. “What do you even have to be nervous about? She’s obviously going to say yes.”
“It’s not about the answer,” Jargala said. She stopped and turned to them. looking deadly serious for the first time since Asami met her. “It’s the fact that I’m about to pledge a lifetime of commitment to a woman I’m not even sure I deserve, all right?”
Asami glanced over at Kuvira and Korra, both appearing taken aback and unsure of how to ease their friend’s clear distress.
“I’ve got this, guys. Give us another minute,” she said.
When they were alone again, she pushed herself up on the bathroom counter. Jargala stood beside her now, gripping the marble, her head lowered between her bunched shoulders. Asami didn’t speak, knowing all too well what it felt like to have people throwing suggestions and answers at her when all she needed was someone to listen.
“She’s just so amazing, you know?” Jargala spoke quietly. “I’ve known her for half my life and she’s always been the one to take the lead, come up with the plan and bail us out of any trouble that I’ve landed us in.” She paused for a second and let out a self-deprecating chuckle. “I’ve never even seen myself as the marrying type of woman.”
“What happened that changed your mind?” Asami prodded lightly.
“The night of the raid. Nothing scared me more than the thought of never seeing her again. There’s still so much we haven’t done together, and she’s the only one I want to do it all with. And I want to be tied to her forever while we do those things. But what if I’m not ready? What if I can’t give her what she needs?”
Asami swallowed the lump in her throat. She smiled and put her hand on Jargala’s shoulder, squeezing.
“It’s not about what you can give her, Jargala. Love is not a transaction, it’s a feeling. It’s knowing that regardless of the struggles that lie ahead, you’re willing to be there for every single one. It’s being willing to let go of the petty arguments because being right isn’t worth seeing her so unhappy. That doesn’t mean love isn’t easy or that it won’t take a lot of work to uphold, but there’s no other two people I can think of that deserve the opportunity to try. So try. And have faith that Ginger loves you enough to do the same.”
Jargala turned to her, eyes glistening with unshed tears. She moved swiftly, wrapping her arms around Asami and hugging her tight.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Don’t thank me yet. We still have to get you engaged.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Jargala pulled back and wiped her eyes. “You go on. I’m gonna freshen up. Michiko’s gonna kill me if I ruin her makeup job.”
Snickering, Asami patted her on the back. She hopped off the counter and gave Jargala one last encouraging smile before leaving the bathroom.
She bumped right into Korra. “Oh, hey.”
“Hey,” Korra said, her hands in her pockets. She looked up at Asami with a soft expression.
“You were listening,” Asami guessed. Korra nodded. “How’d I do?”
“Beautifully. I couldn’t have put it any better myself.” She leaned on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against Asami’s briefly. Her bright smile made Asami’s heart and stomach flip simultaneously.
“I’m not so sure about that,” she said, blushing.
“I guess we won’t know until our time comes, yeah?”
Korra said it so nonchalantly that Asami almost hadn’t realized what she said. She did a double take. “What?”
“Oh, uh…” Korra cleared her throat and rubbed the back of her neck. “Sorry. Maybe it’s still too early to talk about that again. You probably don’t even want to anymore.”
Asami shook her head. “It’s not too early… And I still do.”
Korra dropped her hand and looked up. “You do?”
Asami laughed and nodded. “Of course, I do. This is just the first time you’ve expressed interest without prompting from me.”
“Oh…” Korra seemed to think about it, then realized Asami was right. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“So you really mean it? That wasn’t just some heat of the moment kind of thing?”
Korra took Asami’s hands in hers, lacing their fingers together. She stared down at them before looking up at Asami’s face. “Yeah, I mean it.”
With a shaky breath, Asami pulled Korra in for a longer kiss, curling her fingers along Korra’s nape to bring her as close as humanly possible. Korra moaned into the kiss, her hands resting against the curve of Asami’s hips.
“Hey, lovebirds.”
They pulled away from each other at the sound of Kuvira’s voice. She was standing in the doorway with one hand on her hip.
“Can you save that for later? Michiko just texted and their headed to the restaurant. We gotta go.”
The bathroom door flew open, and Jargala strutted out.
“All right, people! Game time! Let’s fucking gooo!”
All three of them stared after her as she clapped and hooted like they were on their way to a tailgate.
“What the hell did you say to her?” Kuvira asked.
Asami and Korra just looked at each other and laughed.
“Ow! K, you just stepped on my foot,” Michiko complained.
“I wouldn’t be stepping anywhere if Asami would make some damn room. We look ridiculous.”
“Shh!” Asami pressed her fingers to her lips. They were all huddled together in a gazebo on the beach, crouched down as they waited. They earned a couple of weird looks, but after all the hard work Asami put in to make this happen, she wanted a front-row seat.
Not too far from them was another gazebo decorated from top to bottom in roses and fairy lights. The sky was a perfect mix of orange, blue, and pink as night leaked into sunset.
“I think I see them,” Korra said. She was the only person standing, a pair of binoculars in her hands.
“Where?” Asami got up, her DSLR ready in hand. She leaned into Korra. Korra pointed at a pair of tiny figures in the distance. “That is them! Ginger looks so cute. I knew that dress would be a good choice.” She snapped a couple of photos. As they got closer, she pulled Korra down next to her and gripped her arm. “It’s happening! No one make a sound.”
Together, all four of them peeked over the wall of the gazebo. Jargala held Ginger’s hand and led her up the steps. Asami heard Ginger gasp.
“You did all of this?”
“Yeah… Well, with some help.” Jargala sounded nervous.
“Babe?” Ginger asked.
Asami watched Jargala take a deep breath, and then she got down on one knee and pulled the tiny box from her pocket.
“Oh my god!” Ginger covered her mouth with both hands.
“Ginger,” Jargala started. “There’s no one else in the world who makes me as happy as you do. I know I joke a lot, talk too much, and have a tendency to put my foot in my mouth. But with you, I’m always tongue-tied. You’re my ride or die, and the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. Will you marry me?”
Midway through Jargala’s speech, Ginger was already a blubbering, sobbing mess. But the huge grin on her face spelled out her answer before she even spoke it.
“Yes!”
Jargala smiled big, shaking as she slipped the ring on Ginger’s finger. Ginger marveled at it for only a second before pulling Jargala up by her feet and kissing her.
Everyone jumped up, high-fiving one another and scaring the daylights out of Ginger.
“You guys! I’m a fiancée!” Ginger shouted over to them.
“Hell yeah!” Korra shouted back.
Asami leaned down and picked up a large basket full of pink and red petals. She shared them amongst the group and they all threw them toward the happy couple, letting them rain down. Jargala picked Ginger up and twirled her around.
“She said yes!” she yelled, earning a laugh from Ginger. Several strangers on the beach clapped for them as they walked by.
Asami looked beside her, watching the way Korra threw the last few petals and laughed when one got caught in her hair. She wrapped her arm around Korra’s waist and smiled down at her. Korra looked up, smiling back.
Nothing needed to be said with hearts so aligned.
END