Prompt: Can you write this one: "we have apartments next to each other and sometimes you're blasting shitty music but other times you're jerking off and that's even louder than the music please quiet down" with Asami being the one blasting music, please?
It was Saturday morning again, the morning after a Friday night, which Korra always spend drinking with her friends. A Saturday. Morning. Korra's sacred time, reserved for sleeping and binging on Netflix. It was not, however, a day on which Korra wanted to be woken up at nine am to shitty music and loud moans, again.
She groaned loudly, putting her pillow over her head to drown out the loud techno music blaring through the walls, and grit her teeth as the bass drop made her pillow vibrate and shake. She held the pillow tighter, but all hope of sleep had slipped away when Naga began barking at the evil wall.
"Naga, girl, please I am begging you, stop," Korra mumbled. Naga whined at Korra's reprimand and instead of resuming her barking came over to Korra and began licking her face. "Naga, go away." The dog didn't relent and instead began to pull the covers off of her owner. "I get it, you don't like the music, but for the love of Raava, please let me sleep," Korra said sleepily. The music faded out from one song to another, loud beats separating the tracks, and the bass got heavier. Korra braced herself for the worst, squeezing the pillow over her head, when once again Naga stormed off and began to bark as yet another loud moan overpowered the volume of the shitty music.
"For fuck's sake!" Korra threw the pillow off of her and angrily yanked on her sweats, not bothering to even put on a shirt over her bra, and stomped over to the neighbor's door. She banged on the wood loudly for a few seconds, the door creaking under the strain of her fist, and stared at it intently, her brows furrowed. The music quickly cut off and she heard a few thumps from the inside of the now silent apartment. She braced herself for the argument she was about to have and listened as the locks of the door were hastily undone. The door slid open to reveal her disheveled, attractive neighbor clad in a short nightgown and completely out of breath, looking Korra over and apparently lingering on her exposed torso, and that was all Korra needed to set her off.
"What the hell lady? It's morning! I get it you make some guy a very lucky lad every freaking weekend, but do you have to be so fucking loud?"
The girl stared blankly at the seething Korra for a moment and then stuttered out a confused reply, "What? What guy? I'm just listening to music…" Korra could see the red creep into the woman's cheeks and rubbed her temples in exasperation.
"If you like listening to music during sex then be my guest, but just be quieter, please."
"Oh my god, I was that loud?" the girl squeaked out, covering her crimson face with both palms. "I'm so sorry! I swear it won't happen again." Korra could have sworn that she heard her mumble "That's it, I'm gonna have to move out and never be seen by civilization again" under her breath.
Korra's anger seeped out of her, reminding her of her exhaustion, and now she felt guilty for embarrassing her extremely hot neighbor too. "Look, it's fine. I just have a major hangover, and my dog hates your music and I just couldn't take it anymore. All I ask is for some quieter music, and maybe tell you friend to go easier on you or something. Besides, he can't be that great."
Korra saw the woman swallow heavily and bite her lip anxiously, and that's when it hit her, "Oh shit, there's no one with you?! Woah. Okay, wow. Uh- you must really know your body to get that loud. Heh. Phew, okay, wow…," Korra rubbed her neck and exhaled loudly, fully aware that she was now also very red. The two of them stood there awkwardly not breaking eye contact, and Korra was sure that the woman was sweating almost as much as Korra was right now. "I'm just gonna leave you to it, don't worry about the music."
She hastily turned and nearly jogged back to her room, fully aware that the woman was still staring at her the entire way. She smiled sheepishly, and mostly apologetically, when she turned back as she was about to walk through her own door and their eyes met yet again, and closed her door quickly not wanting to spend even one more second in that awkward situation.
She leaned back against her door, thinking over what just happened, and decided that she didn't, in fact, know what to do right about this situation, but what she did know was that she could never face her hot neighbor ever again.
"Naga, I think we're going to start jogging early on Saturdays from now on."