Korra loved being the big spoon, or the jetpack, as Asami had affectionately named it. She loved it most in the mornings, nose nuzzled and soft lips barely touching the back of the heiress' neck. It allowed her to appreciate her wife without the need for bashful stumbling about why she was staring with her own flourescently bright blue eyes. All this time had passed and Asami Sato still made her nervous.

She listened to her breath mingled with the white noise that came with the rain pattering on the windows. The icy humidity was already sending her scars in a frenzy of pleasurable tingles. If she wasn't sure she could control the Avatar state it almost felt like she was glowing. The water just outside fell through her like a ghost, almost like charging, keeping her awake, there was power in it.

Raven hair tied up, it had sifted into the seams of the pillows beneath them, and above their heads. She could follow the dusting of freckles behind her ear, Korra had admired them for years, when Asami couldn't know how she felt, even when she started to wear make up in their teens they always went uncovered. The teleporter enjoyed the secrecy of them.

As she moved, flexed, went about waking in all those deft subconscious moves, she noticed the engineer waking too. Sensing this Korra pitched up and kissed the marks gently.

"Mn no, my husband will be home soon." Korra watched the smile tug on the corner of her wife's lipstick smudged mouth and whispered wryly.

"You're hilarious."

"You love it." Asami mumbled as Korra propped herself up on her elbow to take in just how proud of her comeback she was. It only made her smile more.

"I do. I love you more than air."

"More than air?"

"That thing we need to live. I love you more than that."

"What about Earth, Fire and Water?"

"Screw the elements I have you."

Asami let out a chuckle before turning her face into the silken softness of her pillow, fingers curling tighter around Korra's, her left arm reaching for her right, tucked under her ribs. Korra's left was not only around her but her hand was snug in its accustomed place; pulling the tank top over her wrist and rucking it up so her fingers could rest between the hollow of Asami's breasts where there sat that tear drop bullet scar. Beneath that beat her heart. Morning after morning the heiress woke to Korra checking everything was still in order. Or out of it, depending on your perspective.

The mark had long since stopped hurting, and after so long the puckered skin's tone had begun to match. It didn't stop Korra from staring at it every once in a while with that far off look on her face. Even without looking she knew it was there, as real as their scars. It took a long time for Korra to stop handling Asami like she could crumble after that. As though pushing a toe out of line with death after cheating him was enough to bring everything back to the way it should be.

Asami shifted her hips slightly, knowing full well her distraction was working when the Police Captain's fingers through hers stopped stroking the length of hers, nails to knuckles.

The heiress reached for Korra's hand in her shirt and pulled it away gently. She looked back from the corner of her peridot eye to confirm that yes, her ministrations had landed. She bit down on her smile and whispered in that husky morning voice she knew her wife adored.

"Happy Anniversary baby."

Korra's breath audibly caught in her throat, it took her an embarrassingly long moment before she could collect herself. Korra turned her while raising herself, long hair swept over her head Asami could reach up and play with her ear as she rolled on her back.

Korra couldn't help her grin as Asami's fingers trailed from her ear to her brow, thumbing the scar and split amongst the fine hair. "I love hearing you say that."

"Good…but I'm not going to say it for another year."

"Oh come on."

"Treasure the memory Mrs Sato."

"Not without a fight!" Korra crowed, tugging her back and knotting their hands, up beside the heiress' head planting an open mouthed kiss on her throat briefly before arching her back and kissing the skin where her vest rode up. Asami locked her legs around her waist and tugged against her grip. Korra's hair the target, but her strength stopped her from carding her fingers through it. Her forceful lips trying but failing to pull her vest all the way up.

"You're going to have to let my hands go if you want to undress me."

"I'm sorry I can't understand the language you're speaking. The Satobot must preclude each sentence with happy, and end it with baby or I wont be able to understand it."

"It!" she cried out at the insult and Korra giving up on the vest altogether and mouthing her breast through it. "Teeth!" Korra only chuckled in response, she knew every button, every move, every patch of sensitive skin and how to handle it to evoke her pleasure, and send her hips surging up. "You're such a bitch-such a bitch fu-uck-" Korra pitched up and captured her lips mid-rant, despite the tongue it was tender and passionate.

"Shush up, d'you want to wake up the whole mansion?"

"You're gonna get it Captain!" Korra's breath skipped, not from her words but the way the Engineer expertly manoeuvred her legs beneath her to flip them. Korra released her hands in an attempt to regain the upper hand but was shifted at the last second, catching wild peridot eyes before they zoomed out of her view as Asami kissed her neck, intending to leave a mark that would go uncovered by the red silk choker that Korra refused to take off. Unperturbed by the move, Korra's hands tangled with her shirt and started to pull up. Feeling laughter bubbling in her throat at the way they were behaving, all this time and they still went at each other like teenagers.

She felt the drag of her nails score her arms and ribs as she pulled, heart lifting and the sight of pure joy on Asami's face. Even through the dark, and morning haze, happiness swelled in almost incapacitating waves. Almost.

"Prove it." she whispered softly, conflict ebbing away as lips melded with pale skin. Inhaling she caught that engine oil scent that lingered after showers, and balms and sleep. Maybe it was muscle memory, she could catch the scent on the air a million miles away and feel the ghost of her lips on her skin. She loved how she'd retreated from the boardrooms these days, how Korra could find her tinkering in her garage, creating hover this and hydro that, rambling to everyone and no one how recyclable energy was ready to go whenever and she'd prove it gosh darn it.

Korra may have superpowers but this was the woman who could save the world. She knew that as she slipped her hands up her inner thigh and listened to her silken voice skip against her cheek.

Asami's fingers traced the strips at Korra's back as her wife thumbed her nipple, bowing her head to bite at its peak. The heiress shivered and shifted, clutching the muscles of Korra's arching back and pushing her forehead to her temple as Korra steadied her slick centre over her hand. The heiress let out a whimper as Korra flexed her hips and let her fingers curl. Pushing her to that edge inch by inch, as her usually eloquent words devolved into syllables and then holding her there, hostage.

She jerked her hips, but Korra caught her, avoiding her primal glare by tracing her lips across her cheek to her ear.

"You know what I want," she whispered it so softly the words came from the blade of her tongue, punctuated with a hungry kiss where the jaw and throat joined. Asami bit her lip in defiance.

Korra had her teetering on the precipice of orgasm, despite her trembling, and the walls closing in around her fingers, Korra had mastered the art of delayed gratification via her superior strength. She could feel her grinning against her flushing neck, the sun was rising now, beaming its sharp light beams peeking on her skin, illuminating it. Caught in this gorgeous stand off, Asami wracked her shrinking brain for so long it gave her wife the time to pull her fingers out, leaning back so she could watch her lap the taste from her digits. The heiress' head spun at the sight, that and the emptiness she felt made it hard to connect what her wife had disconnected.

"Anniversary baby,"

"I'm sorry whats that?"

"Happy Anniversary. Sweetie, baby doll face hon-EY!" on the last word Korra laid her back and locked her legs over her shoulders. "How are you so good at this?"

Korra responded with a long slow lick.

"How are we even doing this?" She whispered it knowing Korra couldn't exactly hear her, "Oh God." The Captain was quickly regaining ground, feeling The Engineer shudder against her mouth and reaching up to tangle their hands, tacky with beads of sweat, jewels that littered their bodies. For a blinding moment Asami tried to imagine what her sixteen year old self would think of this, the one just starting to realise her feelings for her best friend, and being petrified of them. Who avoided her best friend's swim meets like the plague because she couldn't know where her eyes would linger, or what those stares would reveal to her scantily clad crush. How impossible everything they had gone through had seemed, and how it made this moment all the more exquisite.

She covered her face and felt tears on her palms as she muffled her screams, back arching, coming hard and slow, toes flexing against the air, vision blurring white, but Korra was relentless. Another followed, unable to find words after the third she fed her fingers into her wife's hair to pull her up.

Korra's mouth nudged her betrothal necklace before Asami cupped her cheeks and kissed her softly, sweeping her hair again so she could play with her ear as she caught her breath. Watching her blue eyes gleam and her chin still glistening.

"I win." The Water Tribe woman whispered huskily, angling her body along the heiress' side and stroking her fingers along the length of hers, nails to knuckles, lingering only to play with the platinum band she had gifted her wife with on this day, fifteen years ago.

"If you call that losing, I don't ever want to succeed." Asami finally breathed.

"Every morning I wake up with you is a victory Asami." She turned into her, cupping the Captain's jaw, "And you know…in the afternoon, middle of the night…after a quickie at the tower, making the famous Sato Tower Elevator security sex tape especially,"

"You had to ruin it didn't you," but she said it with a smile.

"Not that I need to refer back to it now, if I remember right, you started it." Korra lowered her hands to grip her ass, "like this I believe."

Just as Asami slipped a leg between Korra's a loud clang rang through them both from just ouside the bedroom door. She instantly hid her face in Korra's chest who in turn threw the blanket over her their bare bodies.

"Are they in? Have they landed?" Asami murmured against her hands and Korra eyed the door that had yet to explode.

"I think we're safe for a bit longer." Asami turned to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table, spying the time between melted the candles.

"How are they awake at 5am on a Sunday?"

"I may have mentioned to Katara that I made my parents breakfast on their anniversaries when I lived with them."

"But you're a terrible cook."

"Maybe it's possible they take their culinary skills after you?" Korra offered, hopeful until an almighty crash shocked them to the bone.

"Mom!" Katara burst in, flour in her hair and wearing a Baking is better in Ba Sing Se apron so big she almost tripped on its hem. Korra yanked the blanket over Asami's shoulders and double checked everything was covered. "Kuzon is on top of the cabinets! Whisking eggs!"

"How did he reach the eggs?"

"How did he get on top of the cabinet?" Her parents asked at the same time. Katara only shrugged.

"I don't know every time I ask him to get down he threatens to yolk me!"

"I WAS ONLY YOLKING!" the tiny boy's scream cut through the house like it was butter, Katara whirled and stomped to her brother.

"Don't you shout puns at me you puny-!" the door slammed shut behind her and Asami let out the breath she had been holding.

"How does he manage to get himself in such weird places?" Korra mused sitting up and reaching for her sweatpants.

"He wouldn't get like that if you didn't feed him past eight pm."

"Jesus he's like a gremlin." Korra chuckled yanking a slim fit long sleeved light blue top over her head. Asami wrapped herself in a silk robe and yanked her mussed up hair into a messy ponytail.

All the while shooting Korra wide eyed looks only to watch her fight off laughter at each new smash and shout.

Asami reached the door handle but Korra snatched at her hand.

"No matter what happens out there, know that love follows you."

"You're such a nerd." Asami pecked her lips.

"Happy anniversary baby." She squeezed her hand and watched her fall so her forehead touched hers, "I love you, and this, and what we are. You're my best friend, and cosmic partner and everything I could ever want in a wife." Her throat closed briefly, despite all her strength Korra always had a hard time expressing this side of her emotional spectrum. Still she powered through it. "I imagined going back in time to meet my ten year old self."

"Danger." Asami murmured, a wry smile gracing her lips.

"And telling her, me, that all this waits."

"What do you think she'd say?"

"First, she'd smile so big, she'd blind me, probably wrap her lanky arms around her skinny legs to hide it."

Asami couldn't help the chuckle that emanated from her heart then, remembering that little Korra.

"You thought you would be taller than me forever didn't you?"

"And then, she'd say 'I knew it'" She was going to add, that Asami was her only dream, and even then she knew she'd do anything to be hers, but her mouth became suddenly very occupied.

Hand in hand they walked into the battleground that had become of their kitchen. Faucet running, bowls and flour toppled on every corner, Katara was balancing on a swivel stool to flip pancakes on the stove. Naga happily licking the sugar and syrup that she had stepped on from her toes.

"Holy f-ruitcakes Katara why don't you let me handle those…" Asami leapt into action and lifted the frying pan whilst dimming the hob. "Where's Kuzon?"

"Whisking!" he yelled proudly from on high.

"Do you want to come down from there sweetness?" Korra enquired hands on her hips.

"No!" he crowed.

"Fair enough."

"Korra!"

"I'm sorry I can't face this without coffee."

"Korra don't you dare!"

"You know Kwong has our standing order ready." The Captain grinned before disappearing.

"Oh she's gonna get it!"

"Get what mommy?" Katara turned in her mother's arms to shine her baby blues up at her, "can I help her get it?"

"Uh no, it's time to flip." She shoved their masterpiece onto the stack her daughter had already made, "You made all these?"

"I helped!" Kuzon chirped.

"I called Chief Grandpa to get his recipe."

"The heart attack one?"

"Bacon fat, cream, butter, flour, eggs, lard…" Katara checked the ingredients off on her fingers.

"I think this'll be enough for the four of us then." The heiress turned the stove off and lifted her daughter onto her hip and the plate onto the kitchen island, on which Kuzon was already standing, proudly puffing out his chest in his fire ferret pajamas. "K how did you get down without any help?"

"I'm a super hero mom!" Asami smiled.

"Of course baby, get down from here so we can lay the table."

"I can prove it mom!"

"You don't have to Kuzon, I know you're super."

"No look!" On the last word she flinched, whirling, expecting Korra to be back in the room. Only she was no where to be found. But there had been that zip, that pop in the air that came with a jumper jumping.

"See?" She whirled, and Kuzon was sitting atop the fridge.

"Kuzon!" Katara yelped, "I said we'd show them together!" Katara wriggled from her mother's arms and jumped to the opposite side of the room, ploughing right into her other mother.

"Hey whats the rush?" Korra laughed, holding her coffee cups high, and placing the forever girl cup on the counter facing her wife. "Asami? You look like you're freaking out."

"CSI My Mommy!" Kuzon yelped gleefully, teleporting and latching onto his mother's back. Korra tensed. Eyes wide and latched onto her wife's.

"What?"

"What?" Asami replied.

"What?"

"We're teleporters," Katara clapping proudly and waving her arms awaiting one of her mother's to congratulate her already.

"Asami I need my glasses."