Word: Proposal

Word Count: 628 (Kinda broke my own rule on this one)

Rating: K+

A/N: Wrote this for inquisitor-gingervora because she requested a story and my muse punched me in the face when I saw her cry for Korrasami

Korra wet her lips and tugged at the high collar of her Watertribe gown, meeting Hiroshi Sato's eyes with her own determined gaze.

She felt Asami's hand on her elbow, and its warmth reassured her. "Korra, what is this all about?" Asami asked, her brow was exposed -as Asami hair was tied into a sloppy ponytail- and Korra's lips quirked.

She didn't blame Asami for worrying: Korra had arrived suddenly on her porch in the middle of the night dressed to the nines. "I have something for you, 'Sami."

Releasing the clasp that held her purse together was a miraculous feat as her hands shook with nervousness. But she did, and her fingers searched inside for only a moment before Korra withdrew a fine necklace.

She faced Hiroshi Sato, swallowing her fear and burying it deep. The slender finger grasping her forearm tremble, and Korra heard a small gasp behind her.

"Mr. Sato, I'm here asking you this question only out of respect for Asami. I know she admires you and loves you and wants to please you." Korra narrowed her eyes at him. "Despite everything that you've done, you will always be important to her."

The fingers on her arm squeezed tighter and Korra clenched the necklace in her fist. Her voice remained firm and stubborn as steel when she said, "It's for these reasons alone that I'm here in front of you, asking you for this chance to make Asami Sato my bride."

Trembles wracked her body, but Korra stared at him with her back rigid and her shoulders squared. His mustache twitched and his jaw flickered, but for a long period of time those signs were the only indication of his acknowledgement of Korra's request.

Korra sighed, her gaze fixed on him. "And if you don't, I'm still going to marry her and love her and be with her -if she wants me."

His face had become red and the cords in his neck bulged in his rage. "I will never give you my blessing. You will never have my daughter, Avatar or not. You're unworthy."

Korra shook her head, her loose waves bouncing against her shoulder blades. "I'm sorry you feel that way. But I love her, and no matter what you say, I'm going to have her."

The twin bed in her room at the island creaked under Korra's weight when she perched on its edge. Facing the wall, Korra lost herself in her thoughts. The events following the proposal had been less than satisfactory as Korra had been escorted from the premises by electric glove wielding guards while Asami cried helplessly from the door way, screaming at her father to "Let Korra go."

As if to wipe the memories away, Korra scrubbed a hand down her face, glad that she had removed that god awful make up she used to make herself presentable. Still, she lost herself looking at the wall feeling like she had been forced back to square one despite all of her efforts.

The door opened with a click and closed just as suddenly, light from the hallway filtering for a moment before damming itself behind the door and leaving the couple in the darkness of early morning. Heels clicked on the sandalwood floor and Asami soon settled in Korra's lap her legs on either side of Korra's knees. The raven haired woman whispered into Korra's ear, squeezing the Avatar's shoulders as she did. "You forgot something at the house."

Clinging to Asami's waist, Korra caged her and brought her flush against her own body. Her fingers sought purchase in the warm tips of Asami's locks. "What'd I forget?"

"Me."

It was then that Korra noticed the blue silk tied around the elegant column that was Asami's neck.