Asami yelped as she threw the glove off of her hand. A slight sizzle was coming off the metal tubes and smoke wafted from the leather. Korra watched in amusement as Asami cursed under her breath and took a screwdriver that looked exactly the same as she was using before but smaller. Korra put the small marble she was messing around with away, getting up from the top of the workbench she was sitting on, and walked over behind her girlfriend, wrapping her arms around Asami's waist. Asami turned her head a bit and Korra kissed her cheek sloppily.
"Ew, Korraaa," Asami said with a giggle.
"Ew? Really Sato? My tongue has literally been all over you but this is 'ew'. Okay I see how it's gonna be." Korra gave another wet kiss to Asami's neck as the engineer squirmed away laughing.
"Korra, this is serious," she says while trying to get her laughter under control, "this thing's been shocking me left and right all week."
"Why the heck were you wearing it all week then?"
"Because I put it on for maintenance and it shocked me so I spent all week trying to fix this stupid thing, and it's still broken."
Korra snickered and poked the glove curiously. Nothing happened and she got more daring putting it on.
"Korra don't!" Asami ripped the glove off of her hand and placed it back on the table. "Are you insane?!"
"Asami, nothing happened. Don't worry so much. It's not like I'll drop dead or anything."
"Don't even say that," Asami said as her fun demeanor slipped away and something much sadder took its place. Korra hugged Asami tightly and buried her face in her neck.
"Hey, it's okay. We're okay. We're together, everything is great, and nothing has tried to kill us in months," Korra joked as she smoothed Asami's hair down gently.
Asami, not appreciating the humor, pushed Korra away while pouting playfully and pointed to the door. "That's still not funny. Now stop distracting me and go get me a drink or something."
Korra pulled her in by the waist one more time giving her several small pecks. "Yes Miss Sato. What would you like to drink boss lady?"
"Well since you're giving me such a big headache, at this rate I'll need scotch."
"Ha-ha. You're getting lychee juice and you're gonna like it." Korra left the workshop as Asami childishly poked her tongue out at Korra's retreating form. While the avatar was getting refreshments Asami turned back to the glove and began messing around with the valve. She replaced the singed parts and reassembled the triggering mechanism for good measure. At some point of her assembly, Korra returned with a tray with three glasses on it. Two with juice and one with scotch.
Asami eyed the alcohol and turned to Korra to ask her why she brought it, but as she turned away from the circuitry the wires accidentally crossed. The room lit up in a harsh bright light and Asami felt intense pain in her fingertips. In her shock she didn't hear Korra shout and jump towards her. Within moments the pain receded to a dull ache and Asami realized that she was on the ground. She groaned as soreness emanated from her back from collapsing onto the hard floor, and tried to sit up. She looked around the room and her eyes found Korra's. The avatar was sitting against the workbench Asami was just working at. Her hand was covered in soot, and a part of her armband was singed off. There was an angry red patch on the skin around the burnt cloth.
"Are you okay 'Sami?" Korra asked tiredly.
"Yeah, are you?"
"Yeah." Korra chuckled and rubbed her sore arm gently. "You know, when I mentioned that no one tried killing us in a while, I didn't mean it as an invitation to do so."
Asami joined her in soft laughter and moved over gingerly to Korra's side. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. But I think we should call an ambulance though."
"Why?"
"You're hurt. Look at your hands." Asami looked at the angry red patches of skin on her digits and noticed that the skin was beginning to blister.
"Ouch, that actually stings like a bitch."
"And I hurt my hand too so I can't heal that well right now either."
Asami eyed Korra's harshly red wrist warily. "Hey Korra?"
"Mhmm."
"Why are we so calm?"
"Well either we're completely used to life-or-death situations or we're in shock." Korra turned her head to face Asami and wiggled her eyebrows as she grinned.
"Your puns are terrible. This isn't even funny," Asami said although she was grinning as well.
"Then why are you smiling?"
"Because nothing lifts the mood after near death like good ol' humor. By the way, I wanted to ask you, why did you actually bring the scotch?"
"Because I was planning on giving you a massive headache when I came back, so I figured might as well get it now so that I didn't have to go back for it later." Korra reached up above her lowering the tray with the drinks to the ground and passing Asami her juice.
They sat in silence for a few minutes leaning onto each other, sipping their drinks.
"I think I should just build a new glove."
"I really think we should get a doctor here."
