Get some crackers cause this shit is cheesy (what is dialogue?)
The sun's rays slowly began to shine through the window and the curtain swayed gently in the breeze from the open window. Asami lay with Korra held snuggly to her, her green, tired eyes following the dust particles in the sunlight. Korra's tears long dried while Asami's never stopped. The massive headache that was invading her was the worst she's ever had, and the guilt eating away at her made sure that she didn't get a moment of sleep the entire night. Korra slept heavily the entire time and Asami didn't know whether to be grateful that she was able to sleep, or feel terrible for wiping Korra out so much that she ended up utterly exhausted. She gently caressed her wife's hair as they lay together, and turned her attention to the small picture frame on the dresser across the room. They stood facing each other, holding each other's hands, and smiling widely. Their white dresses made Korra's dark skin stand out in high contrast and Asami remembered the exact moment that she saw her bride at the altar, the first moment their eyes met, the absolute happiness and adoration on both their faces. The memory made this whole thing feel much worse and Asami didn't think it possible.
The alarm clock blared through their apartment, the shrillness making Asami flinch before she slammed it off. Korra shifted slightly against her and slowly opened her eyes. She didn't look at Asami, just started emptily across the room. Asami felt her pulse quicken, and all the emotions from yesterday came crashing back full force, but she wouldn't let herself cry, if anything she would remain composed. Korra must have felt her heart speed up because she finally looked up from her spot on Asami's chest and met her wife's gaze.
"Morning," she said huskily, her voice still hoarse from the crying the night before.
"Hi," Asami felt embarrassed at how weak and crackly her own voice sounded.
"You didn't sleep." It wasn't a question, and Asami was aware that she probably looked awful, but the gentleness in Korra's tone made a sliver of hope spark in her chest.
"I just…I messed up Korra. I'm so sorry."
"Asami, can we not talk about it right now? I don't want you to be late." She took a deep breath and moved off of Asami to lie on her side of the bed. "We can talk after you get back from work."
Asami felt her heart constrict as Korra still put her needs before her own, even as Asami hurt her. "I'm not going to work today."
"Oh."
"Sweetheart, how about I go make us some breakfast?"
"You don't have to take a day off. I know that your project is time consuming."
"I want to." Asami leaned into Korra to give her a kiss, but Korra didn't kiss back. She didn't move away, but her lips stayed still, unmoving. Asami hid the hurt on her face as well as she could and got up to brush her teeth.
They sat at the table, the silence surrounding them was deafening. Korra looked at her plate as she picked at the food, not taking a single bite, and Asami looked at Korra, longing for her attention. The bouquet from yesterday caught Asami's attention and she realized that those were the same type of flowers that Korra gave her the day she asked her to be Korra's girlfriend. She remembered the words on the note and the food that must have taken Korra most of the day to make.
"Korra? How do I fix this?"
Not taking her eyes off of her rapidly cooling food Korra spoke, "it was our first anniversary. Our first, Asami. Yesterday marked exactly one year since our wedding. And you forgot. You tell me, how can you make this better?"
"Korra-"
Korra's chair scraped against the floor as she stood up and carried her plate towards the kitchen counters. She shoved the food into the trash, all but threw the plate into the sink, and leaned onto the light granite surface. Asami watched as Korra's knuckles whitened from the grip she had on the counter.
"Korra." Asami took her untouched plate and brought it over to the sink. She stood by Korra and took her hand gently. "I love you."
Asami saw Korra's jaw tense and her eyes clench shut. Asami waited a few seconds for Korra to reply. When no reply came she turned Korra towards herself and took her other hand. "I do. I love you so much. And I fucked up so badly. I know that. But you know that I love you, and I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose. I did and it will never happen again. I'm gonna do everything in my power to change. Okay?"
At this Korra's eyes finally met Asami's and she saw a new fierceness in the bright blues. "I don't want you to fucking change Asami, because I love you, and I fell in love with you because you were just that, you, and I love that! What I want is to wake up and see you next to me in the mornings; I've been waking up alone for three months now! And I want to come home after conferences and meetings with Raiko and not wait till fucking eleven at night to have dinner with my wife! I want to see you for more than two hours a day and I want you to want that too!"
"I do want that-" Korra released Asami's hands and began pacing the kitchen, gesturing wildly with her hands as she spoke, her voice growing in volume.
"And I want you to come home and not be exhausted, and I want you to hold me in bed and I want to have normal sex instead of quickies once a fucking week because you couldn't stay awake enough for anything more! I want to be able to get together for dinner dates with Opal and Bolin, and go to matches with Mako, and I want to walk down crowded streets and hold your hand and have everyone see that I am yours and you are mine! And I want you to celebrate our first anniversary with me over a dinner and talk and laugh and then I want to make you feel good in our bed. I want to make memories with you."
Asami followed the ranting woman with her eyes. She promised herself that she wouldn't cry, but Korra's wavering voice, and the anger and desperation laced into her tone was making it difficult. Her vision blurred over and a several tears dropped onto the tiles.
Korra turned to face her, her own cheeks covered in tear tracks, and grabbed Asami by the arms. "Asami, I want to have a family with you," Korra rasped, her voice now completely broken. "I had all these plans I wanted to share with you after you became my wife, but I sacrificed them this whole time for you. And I know, a year of being married to you is the best thing that ever happened to me, and putting things on hold for a year is nothing compared to leaving you for three years, but I'm sorry! I'm so fucking sorry, Asami! …how could you forget the happiest day of our lives?" Asami dropped to the floor with Korra as the avatar's knees buckled, and hugged her close. "It's not fair Asami! Why can't we just be happy?"
Asami wiped the tears from her cheeks, looked her in the eye and cupped her face. "I'll do better, I promise. I'll change my schedule, and I'll delegate. From now on, I'm home seven o'clock sharp, and my weekends will be free, okay?" The guilt Asami felt didn't ease as she spoke, but she knew that from now on she would put her family first, she would put Korra first. And maybe that was all she could do, and maybe that would even be enough.
Korra looked at her longingly and nodded slowly. She wrapped her arms around Asami tightly. They sat in their kitchen for nearly an hour before their rumbling stomachs made them get up and heat the food from last night. Asami moved the flowers from the counter to the middle of the table and Korra brought over their plates and they settled down next to each other, enjoying their overdue dinner, as they talked about the rest of their future together.