"What are you doing?" Asami's voice was weary, as she came into the kitchen of her and Korra's apartment in the newly reconstructed Future Industries building to find Korra and a whole mess of bowls, pans, and ingredients.
Korra smiled over at her like nothing about this was amiss. "I am learning to cook!" she proclaimed, several smudges of flour, one on her nose and one on her cheek, seeming to attest to this. "I thought at least one of us should know how to make stuff more complicated than eggs, toast, and tea."
"I don't think tea counts as a type of food," Asami couldn't resist the found smile that grew on her face, and she braved entering the kitchen further. Nothing seemed to be on fire, and while it was messy, a good smell filled the air.
"You better not tell Iroh that," Korra crouched down to look into the fancy stove. It was made by a Future Industries branch, Asami knew that much from signing over the funding, and was the cutting edge of the technology. Asami made a mental note to check up on that team.
"I wouldn't dream of it," she said as she leaned down next to Korra to look in the little window. "What have you created?"
"They are supposed to be little pastries filled with sea-prunes and meat," Korra explained, wrinkling her nose slightly in frustration. "They look too lumpy though."
"Well they smell good, and I think that tends to matter more," Asami chuckled, pressing a kiss to Korra's cheek and straightening up to be confronted with the rest of the kitchen again. "But I can't say the same for the kitchen. Want me to help you clean up so we will have a place to eat?"
Korra blushed, standing to look around as well. "I didn't think it got this bad." She glanced over at Asami, and grinned. "How did you get flour on your nose?" She reached out her hand and wiped the tip of Asami's nose with her thumb, and then gave a bark of laughter. "I seem to have made the situation worse."
"Never," Asami assured, moving closer and putting her hands on Korra's hips. "Now we match." Leaning forward she rubbed her nose against Korra's, soaking in the gaze of those bright, happy, oh so alive blue eyes.
"I love you," Korra said, like it was the most natural thing in the world. She always managed to say it first.
"I love you too," Asami responded, finding a blush on her own face. Pressing a quick kiss to Korra's lips, she pulled away slowly and reluctantly. "Now, to clean this up before dinner burns."
"Aye aye, Miss Sato!" Korra gave a little mock salute, that led to the very giggly adventure of turning the kitchen back into a kitchen and not some flour war zone.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who followed, favorited, and reviewed, you certainly motivated me to sit down and write out my next idea as soon as I found the free time! And gosh, did everyone read Bryke's Tumblr posts on how canon Korrasami is? I'm still grinning!
Happy holidays!