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Summary: He was perfection itself, if it could ever be found.
I. Playful
There he was, shirtless and on top of a cushion, his legs crossed in front of him as the incense burned and filled the room with that unique spicy scent. He was a vision many had wished they had. His bare back exposed to the chill wind, yet he remained immobile and unperturbed, meditating as he did every morning and she could picture his stern yet relaxed face, those high cheekbones and the sharp jawline as amber remained hidden behind closed eyelids.
"Good morning, General," She chimed to no avail, he was still deep into his meditation.
Korra quirked her mouth into a tiny pout, puffing her cheeks, a sudden smirk coming to grace her face - one full of mischievousness.
Slowly, she made her way towards the General, quietly tip toeing and remaining behind him as she took a deep breath, bending down to blow air against his ear as she grazed the skin on his spine with one nail, making his skin crawl as she whispered her good morning greeting, this time into his ear.
He opened his eyes slowly, smiling once he felt her chin stabbing him on the shoulder and her chest pressed against his bare back. "Good morning, Avatar Korra." He greeted, his voice as smooth as those jazzy tunes the guards loved listening so much during their duty.
He was a sight for sore eyes; handsome, and enigmatic, quite the charmer… perfection itself if it could ever be found.
She rubbed her face against his cheek and provoked a throaty laugh on the general as one of his hands shot up to reach at her neck, playing with the few loose strands of hair that were there and she gave into his touch.
"I brought some tea." Korra told him as she pushed herself up to her feet and the general proceeded to do the same.
"Jasmine?" He asked as she nodded, "Honey?" she nodded once more and he smiled, moving over to the corner of the room where Korra had placed the tray with the tea, sitting down next to her.
He reached for his cup as Korra eyed him take a swig of his tea and smile, "You didn't brew this yourself, did you?" He teased and she couldn't help but to flush and turn away from him.
"I can't help that I'm bad at this kind of things, ok?" She muttered as he chuckled and leaned in, placing a small kiss on her temple.
"I can think of a thousand and one things that you're good at and are more relevant to this relationship." He added playfully and he laughed as her face turned scarlet.
He snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him and into his lap as he reached for his tea once again and she settled against his chest, snuggling closer to his warmth and wondered how she got so lucky.