It was a simple and well known fact that Korra usually slept on her stomach. Unless circumstance or injury prevented her from doing so, one could find the Avatar with one arm dangling off the side of the bed, head turned to the side to catch the sun when it rose.
It was adorable, to say the least, but far from practical, especially for a girl like Asami, who preferred to have her arms wrapped around something while she slept. When she was younger, she would almost always sleep with a stuffed animal. The presence of something else, even if it wasn't alive, was comforting to her.
Naturally, Korra shot that preference to hell. Though it wasn't like the Avatar was impossible to cuddle while she was sleeping, she just made it incredibly hard. An arm draped across her back, maybe, or arms wrapped around her free and accessible limb. That was pretty much it.
The predicament wasn't entirely a bad one. Far from it. Edging towards irritating maybe, but Asami figures she shouldn't let it bother her so much. All they were doing was sleeping, dead to the world around them.
Besides...
Next to the heiress, Korra shifts slightly, turning her head to face the older girl. Wrinkles from the pillow have made red marks on the girl's tanned cheek, and the smallest hint of drool, glints on the side of her mouth. Asami smiles to herself, planting a soft kiss on the Avatar's forehead before resting her head on the bender's shoulder. She closes her eyes.
Having the Avatar all to herself overrides any and everything that will come to pass. Even the girl's less than desirable sleeping habits.
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Author's Notes: Just a bit of harmless kind-of-fluff I conjured late one night. Nothing more.