Sunday,
The first rays of the sun peeked through the windows of the sleep-filled morning. Light snores whistled through the room, quiet and rustling. Trying to get comfortable without trying to disturb the peace that settled between the two lovers, Korra gave up her fight to get comfortable. Finally, she's able to quietly roll on her back, piercing blue eyes roll open. With a sigh, she blows a piece of hair out of her face. She felt a slight nudge on her, she looked over to her raven haired beauty, who somehow found her way snuggled up on Korra's chest. She pulled Asami closer, tightening her grip. She smiled as she peered down to steal a look at her sleeping beauty.
A moment of stillness sank in, where the only two things in the world were Korra and Asami.
The admiration Korra showed, Asami would be compared to the sun shining and glorifying the morning dew, before it takes it's leave. She felt the gentle rise and fall of Asami's chest against hers, their breaths matching and their hearts beating as one.
What was this?
Filled with nothing more than lazy finger strokes through hair, and small conversations here and there. Moments of peaceful silence, pondering questions, and a touch of conspiracy theories. Add in a few sweet nothings, corny love lines, and sweet slow kisses throughout the day. Not a phone or a tv in thought.
This was their Sunday bliss.
A/N So I found this in a notebook I wrote in almost three years ago. So many unfinished stories in it lol
