There was a ten year old picture sitting in an old frame on the end table in their parlor. Korra walked into the house and with a heavy sigh, immediately plopped herself onto the couch, her coat still on.
"I'm home, " she mumbled, eyes shut.
Asami, who was sitting at the other end with her feet curled underneath her, peered up from her glasses and paperwork.
"Tough day?"
"That's an understatement," Korra replied, and began to regale the story. Asami out of habit, put her paperwork to the side and listened attentively as the other woman vented.
"I thought this new president was going to be just as bad as the old one," finished Korra, "But he's worse! If it's not one thing, it's another."
By this time, she was lying on her stomach, shirt removed, legs stretched out on the couch and Asami standing over her, massaging her back.
"I'm just sad because we planned that vacation and now I can't go!" the avatar grumbled, "It's been forever since we've done anything together."
"Korra, it's fine," said Asami, "This is obviously important, we can always go another time."
"I just feel like a bad wife, you know? I'm always canceling plans."
"But I know you're not doing it on purpose," Asami paused the massage and leaned over to look her in the eye, "Do you think I didn't know what I was getting myself into when I got into a long term relationship with the avatar?"
Korra looked over guiltily, "…Asami…"
"Korra…?" Asami replied smiling.
The avatar chuckled, "You're too good for me."
"I like to think I'm good enough for you," she said, smiling warmly and returning to the massage, "Hey, guess, who I saw today? Fong Zhao! My assistant hired him for our company photo."
"Really? He's still doing photography?" asked Korra, sitting up to look at the ten year old photograph he took of them on the end table. "He was so old then, I didn't think he'd still be alive, let alone still working!"
"Me, too!" said Asami, "His work is just as graceful as well."
Korra thought for a moment, then turned over on her back, and took one of Asami's hands in hers.
"Let's go get another portrait taken," she said, drawing patterns on her hands.
Asami lay her head on Korra's stomach, laughing a little, "Okay. What's the occasion?"
"It's just been, what, ten years since we took this one? I think seeing Fong Zhao was a sign. Besides," the avatar stopped stroking her hand to run a finger down the side of the her cheek, "I want documentation of how much more beautiful you've gotten with age."
Asami's cheeks grew pink and she let a laugh.
Korra furrowed her eyebrows, "What?"
"Who's too good for who now?" Asami chided.
"Well, I like to think I'm good enough for you," said the avatar, mimicking her words from before.
Asami, let out one more chuckle and moved in to give Korra a kiss.
"Hey, remember when we wouldn't wait for special vacations to have a special night to ourselves?" she asked quietly, tracing Korra's lips with her finger.
The avatar absentmindedly twirled the end of Asami's hair, "Yeah…I was just thinking about that actually…"
"Well how about a little less thinking and more acting?" Asami suggested playfully.
Korra raised an eyebrow, "Race you to the bedroom?"
"Loser has to give a lap dance…" replied Asami confidently, "and I'm going to win."