A/N: This is written in Asami's POV, just in case it gets a little confusing.
It was times like these she liked the most. The small insignificant times that leave the strongest impressions. The times where they were both most stable yet also vulnerable. The beautiful contradictions.
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It was the mornings where Asami would wake up just before she did. Limbs tired and sore from the night before, yet still entangled in her form. As if she would vanish like a wisp of a dream if she were to unravel from her soft embrace. Her warmth radiating from her nude body onto her own, reminding her that this was, in fact, reality. Cradled peacefully in her arms.
As her vivid green eyes, mesmerized by the beauty before her, traced over each individual part of the masterpiece she called her lover. The slight movements of her nose as she inhaled and exhaled a light snore, the small flutters behind her eyelids hiding the most magnificent view she has ever seen, the almost unnoticeable curve of her lips as she dreamed of sweet nothings. The strong slope of her jaw, softened by her femininity, tensing ever so slightly. The way her hair, usually tied and bounded, was allowed to freely roam down her face. Emphasizing and framing the already grand picture.
More than that, it was the way she would make her feel; enthralled, soothed, cherished yet freed, yearned and unstable, without the need to even be aware.
It was enough to make her heart second guess skipping a beat.
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It was the moments just before she announces her love for Asami. Frequently and nonchalantly. At any arbitrary time of the day or night. Sometimes before she heads out the door, off to continue her duties for the greater good, other times its right after she kisses her, eyelids still half-lidded and cheeks flushed rosy red.
Whenever the moment, whatever the reason, it was the light that would flash behind those pale blue eyes that she'd come to treasure. The instance where she could see her lover realize that the warmth she felt inside was definitely love. So firm that she had to say it out loud.
Not that it needed to be. Asami felt it either way.
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It was the glances they would steal from each other before finally meeting. At first quick and flighty, than long and soft. Like a secret game that only the two of them are allowed to play. Subtly but not quite so subtly, telling everyone around them that they were each one of two.
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It was the nights where they both had a bit too much to drink. Where inhibitions were low and filters became less of a problem. Where the lines between wonderfully right and horribly wrong could be crossed within seconds of each other. Though it didn't matter which side was crossed into. They would always end up where they belonged. In each others arms.
Where she would feel most at ease.
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It was her presence. Her smile. Her laugh. Her everything. The stable knowledge that no matter what. She would always be there for her.
And it was the way she knew that whatever Korra made her feel. She made Korra feel the exact same way.