Hullo my beautiful fictioners :) This is my first fanfic with this account, and also my very first uploaded effort into the Avatar universe. I might make a lemony chapter after this if it gets enough attention. This chapter is totally a fluffy drabble, but later chapters would be much more detailed and therefor longer.
I recommend listening to "Turning Page" by Sleeping At Last while reading, as it was what inspired this short fic. Enjoy!
Whenever a pain of fear managed to crack its way into the delicate fissures of what was their relationship, Korra had only need to brush a finger against Asami's in order to soothe the crystal seas that crashed in the aftermath of a once terrible storm. The gesture was simple, sublime, and sacred. The touch was enough to stop a heart and keep it beating all in the same moment. Asami thought of this as she ran a thumb over Korra's stomach. She was propped up on an elbow so as to hover slightly over her lover's form, watching the young avatar with fixed fascination.
Korra was drifting in and out of consciousness, dwelling in her dreams that were painted with moonlight over a bare back and caresses so soft they were almost painful. She was not quite awake enough to distinguish if these were fantasy or memory; the magic too blissful to be fact, yet too unique to be fantasy.
A warmth behind her shifted, leaving Korra feeling exposed and at a loss in her half-conscious state. A hand withdrew itself from her stomach, dragging across her skin in such a way that Korra completely woke.
Korra opened her eyes to see the face of Asami Sato hovering over her own, the paler woman's nose dipping down to gently nudge the young Avatar's. Asami's eyes were a mesmerizing green, seeming to catch the exact color that was an impossibility to the tree's leaves' swaying in the wind outside the apartment. Once Asami had complimented Korra's eyes as being blue like the ocean, and feeling pressured to answer back with something equally romantic, Korra blurted out that Asami's eyes are like the color of the algae that existed on the rocks by the shore, so the ocean and algae should be together. It sounded completely ridiculous and pathetic to Korra's reddening ears, but Asami's face grew into a contagious grin and Korra inwardly gave a sigh of relief. She didn't want to scare off the heiress this early, not at all, if it could be avoided.
The darker girl blinked blearily up at Asami, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. "I told you I'm not a morning person."
"Not even for me?" Asami answered playfully, then got a whiff of her own morning breath and quickly sprung up a hand to cover her mouth in embarrassment. Deep down, there was a part of Asami that felt as if she were walking on a rope pulled taut, a wrong word or gesture would cause Korra to pick up an air scooter and flee, under the pretense of "saving the world" or other such technicalities, as Korra had done in the past. The night before had been wonderful, almost dreamlike in its quality. Asami did not want to risk spoiling its magic.
With one arm Korra reached up to pull Asami's hand away from her mouth, and with the other hand Korra cupped Asami's jaw as she placed a lingering, soft kiss on the heiress' lips.
Apprehension now soothed, Asami returned the kiss, eyes closing tightly as if she could will the moment into tarrying a little bit longer.
Korra dimly noted how time itself seemed to muddle and swirl with the soft touch of Asami's mouth on her own. Korra had no knowledge of the passing of time, she had no need for it. The magic existing in that moment seemed to make up for the sensation of completely discombobulating elation.
"Morning." Korra murmured against Asami's mouth, then felt the buzz of a chuckle against her lips as the hand on the Asami's jaw refused to allow the heiress to pull away from the kiss. Finally, after a giggle herself, Korra released Asami and allowed the older woman to retreat.
"Morning." Asami replied nonchalantly, laying her head on Korra's shoulder as a leg entwined itself with the Avatar's.
"Ugh, you're an early riser." Korra complained, even as she leaned her face down into Asami's hair, taking a deep breath. "And to top it all off, when you wake up your breath is terrible." Asami's hair smelled like a Juneberry at its ripened peak. Perhaps Korra could live off of a scent alone.
"I fell asleep first last night. I wanted to see you dreaming. You looked beautiful."
Despite the events of the night prior, Korra still flushed in embarrassment from the compliment. This was a wonder to Asami, seeing as Korra had always been a confident-even brash- person. To see the young avatar in such a vulnerable and nervous state was a picture more beautiful than the world's most tremendous artist could paint. Korra herself was a creation more magnificent than anything Asami or her father could have invented, Raava or no Raava.
Korra readjusted so that she was lying face to face with the heiress, their noses once more brushing.
"I think my breath is worse." Korra whispered, falling into the peaceful hush that seemed to have taken ahold of them. Asami looked into the wide twin seas that were studying her, finding that they seemed to glow even when Korra wasn't in the avatar state.
"I don't care." Asami murmured with a laugh, and the green eyed girl lifted her head slightly and tilted it so as to lightly and ever-so-softly, bring their lips together.
Korra's hand rose to cup Asami's jaw with the softest abandon, and Asami's fingers lifted and ran over the bare skin of Korra's side, relishing in the shudder that ran through the avatar's frame. The skin was soft, surprisingly soft over the muscle that Asami knew to be underneath the dark layers.
"I love you, Asami." Korra murmured, their kisses so gentle that the air from the words tickled the heiress' lips.
Asami gently shushed her and broke the kiss to lean her forehead against her lover's, gathering her breath before taking the wandering hand and wrapping it around Korra's back to bring her even closer. No matter the physical proximity, the two women could never succeed in completely submersing themselves in the other. It wasn't humanly possible for two mortal people.
Korra's hand reached behind her back to brush a finger against the hand that was by her spine.
Despite all that had happened the previous night, the gesture was more intimate than anything Asami had experienced. Biting her lip, Asami slowly entwined her ring finger with Korra's, then worked to fold their fingers in a gesture of kinship and love that was older than time itself.
It seemed that a touch from Korra would always be Asami's undoing.