*** Well lookie here, 11k words of fluffiness (with a bit of smut cuz you guys asked for it ;)). Just know ahead of time that it's a... different kind of smut. I was going for romance, so you could call it softcore whereas the previous two chps have been more hardcore haha, so I'm not expecting nosebleeds, sorry.

I'll do more chapters for this too, they'll have a sorta dinner date chp next, which I'll call Dinner since I seem to be on a naming scheme that goes with opposites and this chapter's called Breakfast... I know, I'm so clever *rolls eyes*. I've been considering a micro plot with this story where they start dating and decide to try and not have sex for like 10 dates, in which I gotta come up with creative ways to write smut so they're 'technically' not having sex lol. I've got a couple ideas so... look forward it :D

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Korra swallowed down the bite of waffle, finally allowing her eyes to settle on Asami for longer than a moment. She was in the same clothes she'd worn at the club last night, but before leaving, Asami had put on jeans and a t-shirt – not that the casual clothing made her any less attractive. The restaurant was right down the street from her house, so they'd walked… which had unfortunately given Korra time to grow nervous all over again. For the whole start of breakfast, she hadn't known what to say, but Asami's playfulness had finally put her at ease. Which was good, because this was her chance to make sure they'd see each other again.

"That's really good too," Korra said, nodding toward Asami's waffle, and attempting to maintain conversation, asked, "Have you been here before?"

Asami sucked a breath through her teeth and said, "I come here more than I care to admit." Korra hummed curiously, taking her first sip of coffee since she'd previously been too busy shoving pancakes into her mouth. "I'm not much of a chef," Asami explained, reaching across the table again to grab another bite of Korra's pancakes, and Korra pushed the plate forward to make it easier for her. "I'm actually really glad you didn't get a look into my refrigerator. It's shameful."

"Yeah?" Korra laughed. "So I wouldn't have been able to cook for you even if I wanted to."

Asami set an elbow on the table, propping her chin in her hand and leaning forward so she could coo teasingly, "Aw, you would've cooked for me?"

"Maybe," Korra chuckled. She probably would've wanted to offer if Asami hadn't brought up going out for breakfast. "Seems like the least I could've done."

"I think you did more than enough last night," Asami said, the hint of a smile on her lips.

Korra felt all the blood rush to her cheeks, but despite the fact that she knew she was blushing deeply, she wasn't going to let it make her shy. At least not outwardly. So she held Asami's gaze, feigning confidence and staring straight into those bright green eyes because Asami was clearly holding back laughter while waiting for her to grow bashful. Only, when Asami realized Korra was being stubborn about it, she stared right back, so they were in unblinking eye contact for almost a minute as each of their lips curled, waiting to see who would break first.

Eventually, Korra snorted with laughter, breaking eye contact as her cheeks flared with another blush because she seriously just had a staring contest with Asami. She was a grown adult and she was flirting with her new schoolgirl crush with some super mature staring. "I live to serve," she finally said, pushing her plate of pancakes away because she was beyond full, and motioning to them to offer Asami some more.

"No, thanks," Asami said, still grinning her own amusement as she pushed her plate away too. "What do you do for a living, anyway?"

"I play soccer," Korra answered.

Asami's eyebrows furrowed with surprise. "Professionally?" Korra nodded, and Asami hummed in revelation. "That explains it."

"What?"

"Your physique," Asami said, eyes falling over the front of Korra's body and successfully bringing another slight tint to her cheeks. Before Korra could say anything, Asami nodded in her direction. "It also explains why that little girl keeps turning around to stare like she knows you."

Korra glanced over her shoulder, and the girl wasn't facing her right now, but she was wearing a familiar jersey with fifty-seven on the back. "Oh yeah," Korra said, smiling happily. "She's wearing my number."

The little girl turned around again to catch another glimpse like Asami said she'd been doing, and Korra couldn't resist giving a small wave. The girl's eyes widened with amazement, and she immediately turned to tug at her mom's sleeve.

"I think you just made her day," Asami laughed.

Korra faced forward in her seat to return her focus to Asami. "I live to serve," she said again. Asami didn't get a chance to respond before there was a tug at Korra's sleeve. She glanced sideways, meeting the ecstatic face of that little girl. "Hi," Korra greeted with a friendly smile.

The girl's cheeks were bulging with a grin as she glanced up at her mom, who nodded at her encouragingly. "Will you sign my jersey?" the girl asked, extending a marker to Korra.

"I'd love to," Korra answered, taking the item. "What's your name?"

"Miyuki," the girl said, taking in a deep breath so she could add excitedly, "You're my favorite player!"

"Thank you," Korra said enthusiastically, hearing Asami giggle because this little girl was adorable. She motioned for the girl to turn around so she could sign the back of the shirt, and then returned the marker. "Do you want a hug too?" The little girl nodded and practically threw herself into the booth to give Korra a hug, and then climbed down to skip away with her mom and autographed jersey.

"That was really cute," Asami said amusedly, finishing stacking their almost empty plates so the waitress could grab them when she came by.

"Yeah," Korra agreed, and added jokingly, "I won't tell you that I paid her twenty bucks to make me look famous."

"So you're not a star athlete," Asami mused playfully, "Bummer."

"Hey," Korra said with mock offense, "I'm professionally mediocre." Truthfully, she was one of the best, but talking about it was starting to make her shy.

Asami laughed, rolling her eyes because she clearly predicted Korra was just being modest. "Let's see how mediocre you are," she mused, pulling out her phone. Korra didn't know at first what Asami meant, but then she realized there were videos of her games on the internet. "Best of Korra," Asami read after she'd typed in a search, and even from across the table, Korra could see that she'd clicked on the link. Korra also knew the exact video Asami was watching. At least it was one that showcased her talents, but… it was only a moment before Asami snorted with laughter. "They call you the Dribble Dragon?"

Korra laughed, holding back an eye roll as she mumbled, "Unfortunately."

Asami's amusement, however, had faded. "But I can see why," she said in wonder, inching her phone closer to her face with interest. "Is that footwork even real? How do you do that?" All Korra could do was give a timid and humble shrug. "Wow," she murmured, putting the phone back into her pocket. "I can see why you're that girl's favorite player." Then she tilted her head to look past Korra at the little girl that had come over. "Her mom was squinting at me, though…"

"Oh… yeah," Korra started guiltily, "That's my fault. Sorry." When all Asami did was raise a confused eyebrow, Korra reached across the table to gently run her thumb over a spot on Asami's neck. "I left kind of a dark bruise here…" Only, that was the first time she'd made contact with Asami since they'd got out of bed, and the touch was tender and they locked eyes, and Korra felt her cheeks start to burn. "Sorry," she said again, pulling her arm back to her side of the table.

Asami smirked, asking amusedly, "Did you just apologize for touching me?" Korra gave a timid nod, to which Asami said, "You did a lot more than that last night."

Korra shrugged, answering seriously, "Just because you let me do it once doesn't mean I can do it whenever I want." They did still barely know each other. There was no response for a long span of seconds as Asami just stared at her, and eventually, she asked, "What?"

"You're just really nice," Asami said, and then added teasingly, "Up front you seem like the total package. So what's wrong with you?"

"You probably didn't notice last night," Korra answered playfully, "But I drool in my sleep. Like a waterfall." Asami laughed, and Korra couldn't help but chuckle, "Seriously. You think I'm joking, but you might want to wash those pillow cases."

"I'll keep that in mind," Asami replied, still laughing to herself. After a few seconds, her laughter tapered off, and she met Korra's gaze. "You could, um," she began, glancing away timidly. It was the shiest Korra had seen her yet. "You could touch me, if you wanted to…" And she added almost as an afterthought, "Just so you know."

"Yeah?" Korra asked, an involuntary smile tugging her lips. And she didn't know what else to say, so she said, "Thanks," and immediately set to blushing again because who freaking says that instead of taking the perfect opportunity to flirt?

Asami huffed with laughter, repeating 'thanks' under her breath like she wanted to tease Korra for it but couldn't bring herself to. Instead of making Korra blush even worse, she said fondly, "Your parents raised you right, fifty-seven."

Korra's phone started buzzing in her pocket, so as she glanced down to see who it was, she said sarcastically, "What? And yours didn't?" It was Mako calling her, so she hit decline and glanced up, catching the remaining hint of a wince on Asami's face.

"That's," Asami began, doing her best to offer a small smile because Korra's eyes had widened in panic, "probably a story for another time."

"I'm sorry," Korra apologized, feeling the bad kind of blush darken her cheeks. "I didn't mean to bring it up if that's a sensitive, um…"

While she searched for the right word, Asami shook her head reassuringly. "It's fine. Don't worry about it."

"Okay," Korra said unsurely, offering once more, "…I'm sorry." Asami smiled in response, and to change the subject Korra asked, "What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a mechanical engineer," Asami answered.

Korra's eyebrows ascended with confusion. "So you…" she prompted curiously.

Asami chuckled, explaining, "I design and build things, like cars, planes, factory equipment. You know, mechanical things."

"Oh," Korra drawled understandingly. "So you work for a big company like Future Industries or something." This time Asami struggled to contain the smile on her face, which made Korra think she'd said something embarrassing. "What?" she asked. "Is that not the right kind of company?"

"No, it is," Asami assured her, adding amusedly, "It's just that of all the companies you could've said, you said Future Industries." Whatever that was supposed to mean was lost on Korra, and her face must've shown it, because Asami said, "I own it."

Korra's phone started buzzing again, but she was so shocked by what she'd just heard that she didn't even check it. "Future Industries?" she asked, eyes wide with disbelief. Asami nodded. "You own Future Industries?" Another nod. "…Wow."

Asami shrugged nonchalantly. "It's not that big of a deal."

"Right," Korra laughed sarcastically. "It's only one of the most successful companies in the country…"

"But it's a family business," Asami pointed out. "Not like I necessarily had to work for the job."

"Maybe not, but you did," Korra said sincerely, and Asami's eyebrows rose with surprise. "You don't strike me as someone who hasn't worked for what you have, family business or not."

Asami's eyes scanned Korra's face, and she leaned forward with interest. "What makes you say that?"

"Well, for one, you're an engineer," Korra said amusedly. "You build big, complicated things. I couldn't even point to a carburetor in a car. I don't even know what a carburetor is." Asami laughed, but nodded for Korra to continue. "You put my clothes on the bed while I was in the bathroom this morning so they'd be easier for me to grab, probably because you're under the impression I did a lot of work last night. You made us cross the street early on the way here so the gardener wouldn't have to stop mowing the lawn while we passed. Both times you've wanted a refill on your drink, you put your cup at the edge of the table so the waitress doesn't have to lean over you, and you've already stacked our plates. You respect hard work like you know what it is."

Instead of addressing the core of what Korra had said, Asami mused, "You did do a lot of work last night."

"You keep saying that like I did you some kind of a favor," Korra chuckled, and at the coy eyebrow raise from Asami, she laughed, "yeah, sexual favor, ha ha." Asami snickered, but Korra added seriously, "honestly, being with you is easy. It's not work at all."

Asami's laughter faded, but as her eyes wandered over Korra's expression, the hint of a smile remained on her lips. "Thanks," she said eventually. "It's nice to have all that appreciated."

"Yeah, well," Korra said, trying not to blush, "I like a girl that knows how to get her hands dirty."

Asami laughed, "And I like when you get brave enough to flirt with me."

"No," Korra groaned teasingly, "Don't call me out on it! I'll get shy again."

"Okay, okay," Asami said with playful haste, "I'll set you up for another one and won't say anything about it." She thought for a moment, and then said, "You're really hot." Korra's eyes widened, and it wasn't necessarily the compliment so much as the image that flashed through her mind. "What?" Asami asked, noting the look. "That was an easy one."

"No, it's just…" Korra faltered, gesturing awkwardly with her hands. "You said that last night… right before you… you know."

"Oh, right," Asami said, a smirk tilting one corner of her lips. "Except I'm pretty sure last night my exact words were 'god, you're,'" she paused, taking in a breath so she could sigh quietly, "'you're so hot'."

"Oh my god," Korra mumbled, cheeks tinting darkly as she folded her arms on the table and buried her face for the second time that morning. "I hate you."

Asami started laughing so hard at Korra's reaction that it took her a few moments to prompt, "Korra." Korra shook her head, because she was blushing too much, which made it even more embarrassing. "Korra," Asami snickered, "How red is your face right now?"

Korra reluctantly picked up her head to let Asami catch a short glimpse of how bad she was blushing. What she didn't realize until looking up, however, was that Asami had pulled out her phone, and she snapped a picture the second Korra glanced up. Korra gasped, making a reach for the phone, but Asami pulled it back too quickly.

Asami checked the picture, started cracking up all over again, and turned the phone so Korra could look at it across the table. "Could you be any cuter?" she asked, still laughing. Korra wasn't blushing nearly so bad anymore, but in the picture her cheeks were bright red.

"You're so busted," Korra muttered, and she got out of her seat and swiveled to Asami's side, successfully trapping her in the booth. "Give me it," she chuckled, reaching for Asami's phone. Asami stretched her arm away as far as she could, but she had nowhere to go, and she was still laughing so hard at Korra's sudden onslaught that Korra didn't have a difficult time wrestling the device out of her hand. "Got it!" she declared triumphantly, opening the camera. But it wasn't her intention to delete the picture. She switched it over to front view and pointed the camera at them, and then leaned in to Asami's ear and whispered for payback, "I want to taste you."

She pushed the capture button right away, and caught the very moment her words from last night registered on Asami's face. Those green eyes went wide, and Asami's cheeks turned rosy and Korra was sitting next to her with a huge grin on her face. Korra burst into laughter as she kept snapping pictures to get the entirety of the reaction. Asami was so stunned that Korra took at least ten pictures before she had her laughter under control, and then she opened the photos to look at them.

"Look at that face," Korra chuckled, swiping to the next one to show Asami. "It looks like you couldn't handle a taste of your own medicine." She flicked over to the next picture. "Look at your eyes in this o-"

"Korra," Asami interrupted seriously, and at the tone of her voice, Korra turned her head, worried that she'd taken it too far. She'd barely glanced over when Asami's parted lips met hers. It wasn't a long kiss, but god was it open. Open enough for Asami's searing tongue to graze hers for one brief, teasing moment before she pulled away completely. Korra's mouth was still hanging when green eyes met hers, and Asami grinned at her smugly. "You're blushing again."

"I-" Korra stuttered. "You just- that was-" She glanced down at the phone in her hand, and then dropped her head back weakly against the seat. "You're such a tease."

"You want to know what amazes me?" Asami asked nonchalantly, and Korra couldn't pick up her head because she was still weak, so she grunted her curiosity. Before answering, Asami leaned over and pressed chaste peck to her cheek. "How the girl I was with last night is the same adorable mess I'm looking at right now."

This felt like another chance to flirt, and despite how flustered Korra still was, she wasn't going to miss it. "You want the truth?" she asked, picking her head up and repeatedly telling herself not to blush. Asami nodded. "This is going to sound cheesy, okay, but I swear I'm being honest."

"Okay," Asami agreed amusedly.

"You're literally the most beautiful human being I've ever met in my entire life," Korra said, to which Asami chuckled. "And you're nice and funny and smart." She couldn't help but copy playfully, "Up front you seem like the total package. So what's wrong with you?"

Asami hummed guiltily. "I have the awful habit of taking girls home from the club."

"Yeah," Korra snorted with laughter, "that's an absolute lie."

"What?" Asami asked in disbelief, smiling gratefully at the waitress who dropped off the check. "How do you know?"

Korra reached into her back pocket for her cash, but Asami stopped her and pulled out her own. "Because," Korra answered, scooting out of the booth so they could leave. "You kissed me on the dance floor last night and then had this look on your face like you couldn't believe you just did that."

"Alright," Asami admitted in defeat, following Korra out the entrance of the diner. "You got me. But could you believe you just did that?"

"Not when I think about it now," Korra laughed. "But last night I probably would've sold my soul to get you alone."

Before Asami could reply, Korra's phone started buzzing in her pocket again, and she pulled it out to hit decline, because she was having too much fun with Asami and didn't want to waste a minute of it talking to Mako.

"That's not…" Asami started awkwardly as Korra put the phone back in her pocket. "That's not a significant other or something that keeps calling you, right? That's not your flaw?"

"What?" Korra asked in shock, and for the first time that morning, she didn't blush. Her face paled. If Mako screwed things up with Asami because he kept calling her, she was going to kill him. "No," Korra said earnestly. "No, I promise, I'm completely single."

"Oh," Asami said, and though she looked like she believed it, she also looked like she felt awkward for saying it. "Okay."

"It's one of my friends I was at the club with last night," Korra explained, and in an attempt to recover from the sudden tension, added playfully, "He probably just wants details about the gorgeous girl I went home with." She had dated Mako at one point… but now really didn't feel like the time to bring that up…

To Korra's relief, Asami smiled, though she pursed that smile apologetically and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to accuse you." Korra simply shrugged, seeing as she hadn't been offended. "It's just kind of hard to believe someone like you is single."

"I have a perfectly good explanation for that," Korra chuckled.

"Besides the drooling?" Asami asked teasingly.

"Yeah," Korra laughed. "I'm always practicing and I travel a lot for games. It's hard to find someone who can deal with my schedule. Especially when a relationship is new, the distance is hard." She shrugged once more, asking with feigned suspicion, "Why are you single?"

Asami sighed, stopping at the crosswalk to wait till they could cross the street. "I've been accused of being a workaholic."

"So you understand my problem," Korra said amusedly.

"Definitely," Asami agreed. "But it's not so much that I'm always at the office. It's just… I love my job, and when I get excited about new projects, I have the tendency to hyper-focus and tune everything else out. I've had a hard time finding someone who's okay with occasionally not being the center of my universe." The light turned, and as they started across the road, Asami glanced over at her and asked self-consciously, "Does that sound selfish?"

"Not at all," Korra assured her. As they walked, Korra couldn't help but notice that they were close, and their shoulders brushed with every other step and she really wanted to hold Asami's hand. Things were going well, right? They were having good conversation and they'd been flirting and Asami even said Korra could touch her. And she did kiss Korra in the booth. They could hold hands, couldn't they?

"I totally get it," Korra continued as she tried to work up the courage to reach for Asami's hand. But she was nervous again, because holding hands wasn't the same kind of thing as sex or as that flirtatious kiss in the booth. It was more romantic, and there were implications – implications that Korra wanted, but wasn't sure if Asami felt the same way. They were talking about the reasons they were single… maybe Asami didn't even want to get involved in anything serious. "Whenever there's a new skill or move that I want to perfect for soccer, I'll literally spend as long as it takes to learn. And I get really into it too, like sometimes I'll be on the field and so focused that I forget to eat and then, before I know it, it's dark."

"Yeah," Asami said with a happy smile. "You get me."

Just do it, Korra told herself. They were only a block away from Asami's house now, and her time was running out. Do it. With the next brush of their shoulders, Korra reached for Asami's hand, only, she chickened out at the last second and ended up just hooking her index finger through Asami's pinky. It was such a fucking cop out, and she nearly groaned because she caught the smile at the edge of Asami's lips like she knew Korra was nervous about it and was amused.

But then Asami slid her entire hand into Korra's, slipping their fingers together in such a smooth, confident motion that Korra's heart skipped. It wasn't just the hand holding either. Once she had Korra's hand, she scooted into Korra's side and set her free hand on Korra's forearm. They were so close, completely flush together at the hip, and Asami was practically hugging Korra's entire arm and it felt like a kind of cuddling. Korra's stomach was in a flurry, and she couldn't have stopped the grin on her face even if she tried.

Thankfully, Asami didn't give her a chance to get flustered, and asked, "So who were your friends that you were with last night?"

"There's Mako," Korra answered, "The one who keeps calling me. His brother, Bolin, and Bolin's girlfriend, Opal. They were some of the first friends I made when I moved here a few years ago. What about you?"

Asami shrugged against her. "Just some old college friends I hadn't seen in a long time. I almost didn't go, but, you know, getting called a workaholic is kind of a pet peeve."

"Had to prove them wrong," Korra chuckled, and then said honestly, "I'm glad you went."

"Me too," Asami agreed, giving Korra's arm a fond squeeze.

As they neared Asami's house, Korra was beginning to wonder if this was the kind of situation where she'd kiss Asami goodbye. Before she could really decide, she noticed someone sitting on the curb at the end of the walkway. "Is that guy waiting for you?" Korra asked.

Asami saw him, then sighed, "Oh, crap," and instantly let go of Korra's hand.

The man seemed to spot them just as they'd seen him, and it definitely looked like he noticed the handholding. "Miss Sato!" he called, pacing to meet them as they reached the walkway to Asami's door. Korra realized why Asami had let go of her hand the moment the man got close. She'd dealt with people like him plenty of times… he was a reporter… And he glanced at Korra out of what seemed like simple curiosity, but then his eyes widened. "Hey," he said in amazement. "You're Korra! You play for the Fire Ferrets!" Then he looked back at Asami, and if Korra was ever going to regret the hickey she'd put on Asami's neck, it was now that the reporter noticed it. "I was going to ask you about Future Industries," the man said to Asami. "But this is far more interesting! How long have you two been seeing each other?"

"How about no," Asami mumbled, retaking Korra's hand to drag her up the walkway. The man made to follow them, but as they reached the door, she turned to scowl at him in warning, "Private property, you know the rules."

"Oh, come on," he whined in disappointment, but respectfully retreated back to the end of the path.

Asami opened her door, turning to face Korra and leaning against the side of the entrance. "I'm really sorry about that," she said, nodding past Korra at the reporter. "If you don't want people talking or spreading rumors, I can call my publicist and have her deal with it."

Korra glanced behind her, but all she could do was laugh when she saw that the reporter was taking notes even though he was too far away to hear them. "Rumors are harmless," she said, growing somewhat timid. "Besides, I kind of do want to see you again…"

"Well," Asami drawled casually, "What are your plans for the rest of the day?"

"Nothing really," Korra answered. "Maybe take my dog to the park. You?"

"After last night," Asami said in amusement, "I'm going to start with a shower."

"A shower sounds amazing," Korra laughed in agreement. In response to it, Asami cocked an eyebrow and her lips curled in a smirk. "Um…" Korra mumbled, because that expression looked flirtatious and suggestive and was Asami thinking what Korra thought she was? "Do you… is that… what's that look mean?"

Asami took a step backwards into her house, leaving the door wide open as she backed to the stairs. "I'll let you decide what it means," she said coyly.

Korra was so stunned by the vague smugness that she just stood there until Asami had completely disappeared up the stairs and into her bedroom. A shower. That was the offer here, right? A together shower. But that didn't necessarily mean they'd have sex again. Or did it? Korra glanced back at the reporter, who was staring at her and looked almost as confused as she felt at Asami's disappearance. The last thing she wanted to do was pass by and get questioned by him, and there was no way she'd deny that a shower with Asami, sex or not, did sound nice…

Korra stepped into the house and shut the door behind her. She could already hear the distant sound of running water from upstairs, but before she could reach the steps, her phone started ringing again. Instead of answering with 'hello,' Korra put the receiver to her ear. "Oh my god, what do you want?"

"Oh good," Mako said sarcastically. "You didn't get murdered and I don't need to call to cops."

In the background, Korra heard Bolin say, "But Mako, you are the cops."

"I'm fine, thanks," Korra said hastily. "I got to go."

"Wait!" Bolin yelled, and suddenly his voice was closer like he'd snatched the phone from Mako. "What happened last night? Tell me!"

Well, for starters, Korra thought, I think I'm love. "Later," she practically groaned with impatience. "I'm busy."

Then Mako's voice was close again. "Korra," he said in shock and accusation, "are you still with her?" And she heard Bolin gasp.

"Yes," she answered rapidly. "Got to go. Bye."

Korra hung up, and tossed her phone onto a decorative end table by the stairs so she wouldn't even hear it if it rang again. She set one foot on the stairs to start heading up, but then froze. It had been at least two minutes now… long enough for the nerves and doubt to start seeping in again. Maybe Asami didn't want Korra to actually shower with her, but just to hang around so they could spend more time together when she was done. Or maybe Asami was comfortable showering together, but didn't want to have sex again and if Korra got too bold then she'd completely mess this up. But Asami said they could touch, and the kiss in the booth, and they held hands and god, Korra, you're totally overthinking it.

Telling herself to stop thinking so much, Korra trudged up the stairs to Asami's bedroom, and then to the door of the connected bathroom. "Asami?" she called, sticking her head in just enough to check.

"Hey," Asami said, with an unmistakable smile in her voice. "I was starting to think you'd left."

The shower was all glass and Korra could see the outline of Asami's bare body through it, but staring felt like going overboard, so as she stepped into the bathroom to lean back against the sink counter, she diverted her eyes. "You know," she said shyly, "this would be a lot easier for me if you weren't so subtle…"

Over the sound of the water, Korra heard Asami snort with laughter and mumble, "You think I'm being subtle?"

"It's just that I'm scared of offending you," Korra explained, realizing that maybe Asami wasn't being very subtle. "If I try to do something you don't-"

"Korra," Asami interrupted with laugh, opening the glass door enough to stick her head out. "You're sweet and adorable and I really, really like that, but at any point this morning you could've taken me somewhere quiet and probably had me screaming your name in a matter of seconds, so please stop worrying about what I don't want and get in the shower."

For a long moment as a multitude of sensations ignited in Korra's body, she couldn't help the excited grin that spread across her face. "Okay," she said happily, and as she kicked off her shoes and began to strip down, she decided she wasn't going to do that anymore. Wasn't going to worry about what Asami didn't want because she'd wanted everything Korra did and said so far, and she definitely wasn't going to be shy.

It took her only a few short, eager seconds to strip down, and then she opened the shower door and slipped in. Asami was busy shampooing her hair and working in the suds, but she smiled at Korra in greeting. And Korra tried not to look, but she totally couldn't help it. Her eyes dropped over Asami's bare body, over her chest and her hips and down her long legs, and by the time her gaze wandered back up, Asami was grinning.

"You don't look so bad yourself," Asami said in response to the gaze, but then she cocked her head like she was considering that statement. "But I think we could improve this."

She collected a handful of suds from her hair, and then reached out to pile it up on Korra's chin. Korra tried to hold back a laugh while Asami shaped the suds into a beard, and then gathered some on her finger to draw more over Korra's upper lip. It must have been obvious that Korra was attempting not to laugh, because Asami was trying to hold back a smile too. Once she was done, she leaned back to examine her work.

"How do I look now?" Korra asked, turning her head side to side in pose. For some reason, Korra got the impression that even if Asami wasn't showing it, she felt a little shy too. It was like the soap beard was a way to break the ice, or to let Korra know that maybe the shower wasn't entirely about sex even if neither of them minded seeing the other naked again.

Asami hummed thoughtfully for a moment before snapping her fingers with an idea, and then she gathered more suds to lather over Korra's eyebrows. "There," she said as she finished. Korra turned her chin again, raising one eyebrow in another pose. "Sexy," Asami snickered. "Like a beefcake Santa Claus."

Korra snorted amusedly. "I knew you had a secret thing for jolly old men." Asami's face twisted with exaggerated disgust, and Korra laughed and reached up for a handful of suds from Asami's hair. "My turn." She stuck her tongue out the side of her mouth with intense focus while she drew a unibrow and sideburns and a soul patch. When she was done, Asami set her teeth in a wide grin as a pose, and Korra couldn't help bursting into laughter at the complete look. "Oh my god," she chortled. "This might be the biggest accomplishment of my life. I think I'm in love."

Asami turned to the glass door, and wiped the condensation off with her hand so she could get a glimpse of her reflection. When she saw it, she burst into laughter too. "It's the unibrow, isn't it?" she laughed.

"On the contrary," Korra said in playful disagreement, "The side burns do it for me." Asami rolled her eyes, but she was still laughing and the soap was drooping so that now everything was lopsided, and Korra had the sudden and intense urge to squeeze her. "You know," Korra said, wiping the soap off her brow so it wouldn't get in her eyes. "You've called me cute and adorable, but I think you might actually be cuter than me."

"That's ridiculous," Asami protested, wiping at the soap on her own face.

"Nope, wait," Korra said distractedly, putting her fingers to her ear like she was receiving breaking news from an earpiece. "This just in!" she said enthusiastically, taking her hand from her ear to hold a pretend microphone to her mouth. "Asami," she began with announcement, but she paused, pretended to hold the microphone away and whispered out the side of her lips. "…What's your last name?"

"Sato," Asami giggled.

"This just in!" Korra exclaimed again, moving her hand microphone back to her mouth. "Asami Sato is, in fact, a major cutie!"

Asami tried to deadpan as she asked, "Source?" But she couldn't keep the edge of a smile off her lips.

"Source?" Korra repeated in mock offense. "You don't need a source! Look at this face." She pointed to her own face. "Does this look like the face of a liar?"

Asami laughed, grabbing Korra's face in her hands. "It looks like a face in need of a kiss," she said, leaning forward enough to peck Korra on the cheek. Only, every time Asami's lips got anywhere near her, Korra's heart fluttered, and she could do nothing but stand there and smile like a dope. "Yeah," Asami said amusedly as she let Korra's face go. "There's no way I'm cuter than you."

For the first few moments, Korra was smiling too much to come up with a response, so that by the time she recovered from the peck, Asami was already rinsing her hair out. "By the way," Korra said, because it was too late now to continue the argument about who was cuter. "Last night I remember thinking that you smelled really good, and that shampoo is definitely part of it." In response to that, Asami made a curious hum. Korra nodded, adding playfully, "That's totally why I hit on you last night."

Such an unexpectedly loud laugh escaped Asami's lips that she threw a hand over her mouth. "You hit on me?" she asked, chest shaking with held back amusement as she moved aside, switching places with Korra so Korra could wash her hair. Clearly, Korra knew Asami had made the first move by coming over, but she couldn't get enough of how amused Asami was with the absurdity of it, so she nodded. "Korra," Asami giggled, grabbing soap to lather up her body while Korra massaged shampoo into her scalp. "As much as we seem to be getting along, I'm not sure if you ever would've hit on me…"

"What?" Korra asked in exaggerated disbelief as she rinsed her hair. "I absolutely would've hit on you!"

"Really?" Asami asked skeptically.

"Yeah," Korra answered. "I would've walked right up to you and been like," she stepped closer to Asami and casually leaned her elbow against the shower wall, "hey, girl." Asami snickered, but Korra continued the act by flexing her bicep. "What's your name?"

Though Asami was having a hard time not bursting into laughter at how ridiculous this was, she played along. "Asami."

"That's beautiful," Korra said in the lowest, most sultry voice she could manage as she gave an exaggerated wink. Then she held out her closed fist, as if she had something to give Asami. "Will you hold this for me?" And when Asami held out her open hand for whatever item Korra would pretend to give her, Korra slipped her own fingers between Asami's instead, so they were holding hands. "And then I would've led you to the dance floor."

"Real smooth," Asami complimented through a giggle.

They switched places again so Asami could rinse her body while Korra agreed, "yep, and then I would show you all the dance moves I didn't get to last night."

"Yeah?" Asami asked curiously. "Like what?"

"Well, there's this classic, obviously," Korra said, putting one hand to her head and sticking the other out to do the sprinkler. Asami immediately started laughing, and Korra could only imagine how obnoxious it looked doing this naked, but she was having too much fun to grow shy. "While you were stunned with my sprinkler ability," Korra said, and held her arms out to her sides and sent a wave through them, "I'd do the wave in circles around you. And then, pop!" She turned around, bending at the hips and shaking her butt as fast as she could. "The finale."

"Oh my god," Asami choked through her laughter, "You're actually good at that."

"That's right," Korra said with exaggerated cockiness. She was about to stop and turn around again when Asami's palm connected with her flesh so perfectly that a loud clap echoed through the bathroom. Korra gasped, whirling around and trying to hold back a mixture of shock and laughter as Asami buckled over. "Asami Sato!" Korra exclaimed in pretend offense, but Asami was laughing so hard that she'd fallen back against the shower wall and curled forward, and Korra was struggling not to crack up. "Did you just slap me in the ass?" Asami covered her mouth with her hands, and she was laughing too hard to actually answer, so all she could do was give a weak nod. "Excuse you!" Korra huffed, planting her hands against the wall on either side of Asami. "I am a respectable lady," she teased, still trying not to laugh as she pressed herself against Asami enough that Asami had to straighten up. "And if you want to start doing things like that," she paused for effect, and though Asami was still chortling so much that her face had turned red, her eyes met Korra's, "then you should know that the safe word is 'cabbage.'"

Asami snorted, erupting into such loud and fresh laughter that she buried her face in Korra's neck. "Cabbage?" she whooped, and Korra was still pressed against her, so she could feel Asami shaking with intense laughter. "Where on earth-?"

Korra snickered, "When would you ever say cabbage in bed?"

"Never," Asami laughed into her neck.

"Exactly," Korra chuckled matter-of-factly.

Asami finally picked her head up, and she let it fall back against the wall as her trembling laughs against Korra's body tapered off. By the time they'd both settled down, Korra hadn't moved. She was still pressed right up against the front of Asami, and Asami's gaze was locked on hers and she was definitely thinking about sex again. She wanted to kiss and touch, but she didn't want it to be something they rushed through because they were in the shower, even though the idea of shower sex was appealing. What she really wanted was to take her time. To explore with her hands and lips all the places she'd wanted but had been too impatient to last night. So Korra leaned in for a gentle kiss – one long, slow peck before she took her hands off the wall and stepped back.

Only, Asami's eyebrows furrowed with disappointment. "That's it?"

It was so adorable that Korra couldn't help but chuckle. "Just until we get out of here," she said, and remembering how when she had Asami against the wall last night, Asami hadn't been entirely stable on her feet, she added teasingly, "That way I don't have to worry about you falling over."

Asami rolled her eyes playfully, but said, "I suppose that's fair." As Korra laughed and reached for the body soap, she asked, "You almost done?" And Korra nodded, so she reached for the door and stepped out. "I got to find you a towel."

Asami wrapped her own towel around her body, and it only took her a minute to wander out of the bathroom and come back with a fresh one. Korra was just finishing up rinsing off, so she turned off the water, rang out her short hair, and stepped out of the shower to grab the towel Asami was handing to her.

"Thanks," Korra said, and while she began to dry herself off, Asami turned to the sink and grabbed a tube of product that she squeezed into her hand. "What's that for?" Korra asked, watching as Asami worked the product into her hair.

"This?" Asami asked. Since she was done combing her fingers through her hair, she took the towel off her body and turned to face Korra, using it to wipe the remaining product off her hands. "It's leave-in conditioner."

Despite having just taken an entire shower with Asami, seeing her so suddenly naked again caused a minor hitch in Korra's brain function. Don't stare. "Is that why your hair looks so soft?" she managed to ask.

"I guess," Asami chuckled. Noticing the curious glance Korra made toward the product, Asami reached behind her for the tube to squeeze some more into her hands, saying gently, "Come here."

Korra stepped forward, and though she didn't need to get too close in order for Asami reach her, she did. She got close enough to feel the tickle of Asami's chest at hers. Close enough to toss her towel onto the sink counter and set her hands on the edge, to lean in flirtatiously while Asami reached up.

"Your hair's already really soft though," Asami said, brushing her fingers back through Korra's hair to massage in the conditioner. "I liked having my hands in it last night."

Asami had been watching her hands with focus the whole time, but when she said that, they wandered around to set at the back of Korra's neck, and their gazes met. Korra knew this was the moment. Knew there was nothing standing in the way of all the kissing and touching that she wanted. Only, all she could think as she stared into Asami's bright green eyes was how amazing Asami was. All she could wonder as she traced her hands up Asami's arms, to the hands at the back of her neck to fold their fingers together, was what it would feel like to know that she could kiss and touch Asami any time of any day she wanted. She stared so long in thought that eventually Asami's eyes fell to her lips.

"Are you hesitating?" Asami asked quietly, thumb caressing the back of Korra's neck as Korra shook her head. "Then what are you thinking?"

And expressing feelings like this in words had never been what she was best at, so all she could do was say on a huff of laughter, "Date me."

Asami smirked, shoulders shaking with a soft laugh as she leaned in to press a long kiss to Korra's lips. It lasted long enough for Korra's hands to leave hers, slip down her ribs to her hips, and around to her lower back. "Okay," Asami whispered into the kiss, and with her hands at Asami's back, Korra took a retreating step to guide them toward the bedroom door. "But there's something you should know about me first."

"What?" Korra asked, arms curling tighter around Asami's waist as they left the bathroom, inching toward the bed.

Asami pulled away from the kiss just enough so her lips were still brushing Korra's as she said, "I don't kiss on the first date."

Korra couldn't help but laugh, and as they reached the bed, she met Asami's amused gaze for a moment before pressing a soft peck to the corner of her mouth. Another against her jaw. A third to the bruise in her neck. "Then I'll have to get as many as I can before our first real date."

She knew Asami was smiling, but Korra didn't say anything else as she kissed along Asami's shoulder, following her lips around the back of it so she was standing behind her. There was a method to the trail of her lips. A purpose when Korra advanced with another kiss to the back of Asami's neck, easing her forward onto the bed slow enough that Asami could protest if she wanted to. But she didn't make a sound, and Korra was grateful because this way she could get every inch of skin that she was desperate to explore. This way she could start at Asami's back, work around to her stomach and chest, and back to her lips without letting her hands or mouth miss out on a single spot.

And Asami seemed so relaxed. So trusting. She fell willingly onto her stomach and pulled a pillow to her, wrapped her arms around it and rested her chin on top, like she already knew what Korra wanted and was prepared to wait through and enjoy it. Despite that, Korra only dipped down and pressed one soft kiss to Asami's middle back, only let her hand set on the back of Asami's hip before asking, "Is this okay?"

Asami gave a content hum, but still turned her head on the pillow enough to look back over her shoulder. "Whatever you want, Korra." The corner of her mouth curled with a playful smile. "I know the safe word."

Korra laughed, dropping forward so the entire front of her body was pressed against Asami's back, and she brushed Asami's wet hair aside so she could nuzzle into the back of her neck. "You won't need it," she said amusedly, nuzzling in once more and then lifting enough to kiss between Asami's shoulder blades. "I'm only… admiring."

"And touching," Asami pointed out as Korra's hand slid up her side.

Korra hummed her agreement, following the curve of a shoulder blade with her lips and adding distractedly, "And kissing."

She was already lost enough in the bliss of indulging her lips that she wasn't sure if Asami murmured a response or not. This was what she wanted. It was better than what she wanted, because every spot of skin that Korra kissed was soft against her lips. Asami was stretched out beneath her and her flesh was smooth, and it carried a lingering heat from the shower that Korra could taste. She could see the expansion of every inhale. Under every open peck or graze of her tongue, she could feel the muscles of Asami's back tense with sensitivity, and once, when she kissed a spot to the side of Asami's lower back, Asami giggled into the pillow. And Korra couldn't help but let out a huff of laughter against the spot, and the breath tickled Asami so much that this time she snorted into the fabric.

It had never occurred to Korra before that moment that she could entertain laughter and sex at the same time, but she loved the idea of making Asami react. It's why she'd wanted this exploration in the first place. To find all the points that would make Asami squirm, or the points that would make her laugh or moan or maybe even both, and Korra was learning. She learned that the side spot on Asami's lower back was ticklish, but that just a little higher up and inward was a hidden sweet spot. It was a place Korra could run her tongue over or nip at gently to see Asami's fists clench, and to feel Asami's backside press up into her hips. She also learned that wasn't the only way to get Asami to lift her hips. Learned she could kiss along the plump flesh of Asami's backside, but that if she traced her fingers beneath the swell of it instead, along the soft skin toward Asami's inner thigh, Asami's hips would rise and edge back in search of firmer contact.

And Korra learned that if she journeyed back up to Asami's neck, just where her hairline ended, and pressed searing, wet kisses with grazes of tongue and teeth… that was where she squirmed. Where she sucked in stunted hisses of breath that rocked the entirety of her body back into Korra's. Where she melted into the mattress one moment as if to shy away from the intensity of it, but at the same time buried her forehead as deeply as she could into the pillow to expose as much of the spot as possible. It was the kind of spot that lit nerve endings all over the body, Korra knew because hers was at the center of a breast, and the discovery was enough to make her forget that she still had so much she wanted to explore. Enough to get her to slide one hand around between Asami and the bed, and dip it down between Asami's legs while she could still reach the sweet spot with her mouth.

Korra's hand reached low, collecting some of the beginning moisture at Asami's core and then circling her finger wide like she had in the cab. The work at Asami's neck already had her breathing raggedly, but at Korra's first touch, she took in a heavy breath. It was something, but it wasn't exactly what Korra wanted. She eased off on the spot under her lips, focusing on the motion of her finger as she cycled through movements, searching for the exact one that got the best reaction. It took four tries until Korra got it precisely right, but she knew the moment she did. Even if Asami hadn't finally whimpered a muffled 'there' into the pillow, Korra would've known it by the pleased jerk of the body beneath her, or the way Asami's fingers clutched harder at the pillow for leverage to rock her hips down against Korra's hand.

Eager for more of the reaction Korra had gotten from the sweet spot at the back of Asami's neck, her mouth resumed its endeavor immediately, and Asami's body responded with urgency. She pushed onto her elbows just enough to duck her head even more, exposing the entire back of her neck while she bunched the pillow in her hands to moan into it. But whenever she needed to breathe she lifted away from the pillow, and it pushed her back into Korra's chest in a counter-rhythm to her hips, so she was rolling against Korra's body with her neck, then her back, then her hips. Only, every time Korra did something different with her mouth, every time she released suction to nip, or to or soothe the forming bruise with her tongue, it put a hitch in Asami's beat.

So Korra rocked her own hips forward, guiding Asami's movement against her fingers. It was work holding herself up like this. She could feel the strain of it in her arm and her abs and her thighs, but god it was worth it. It was worth it for the fresh excited salt on Korra's tongue, and the increasing moisture against her fingers, and the way the swell of Asami's backside fit so perfectly into the curve of her hips. And she wanted to grab the flesh of Asami's hip with her hand. Wanted to lean back and watch the building waves of pleasure roll through Asami's body, but Korra was already too lost in it. So entranced with the way it felt to have Asami under her like this that she couldn't bring herself to move. Couldn't bring herself to focus past the feeling of being this close, because in no other position could she press herself this flush to so much of Asami, and the heat between them was intoxicating.

"Korra," Asami moaned, and the sound of Korra's own name traveled straight through where they were pressed together, straight between her legs and deep into her core. It was a warning that Asami was close, she could feel that in every point of contact between them. Korra released her mouth's hold on the back of Asami's neck to focus on the movement of her hand, but the moment she did, Asami protested, a weak and breathless, "Don't let go."

Korra pressed an open kiss to the spot before latching down, sucking hard through her lips while her tongue traced the seal of them, and the grip sent Asami careening over the edge. She yelled into the pillow, unable to maintain any sense of rhythm as the arc of her back pulsed so deeply it threatened to pull her away from Korra's mouth. So Korra stopped holding herself up, settling the entirety of her weight over Asami's back so the throb of climax wouldn't heave her away from Korra's hand or lips.

It was the best decision she'd ever made, because she couldn't just feel the throbbing beat against her fingers. She could feel every rippling shudder that rolled through Asami's body. Could feel each shallow, trembling breath that quivered through Asami's back. Could feel each muffled moan and whimper echo in her own chest. And after Asami got over the peak and fell into fading aftershocks against her fingers, Korra let go with her mouth to rest her head on Asami's back, where she could hear the rush of Asami's racing heartbeat. She loved the deep throbbing sound of it and knowing she'd caused it, and she lay there listening until Asami recovered breath and shifted.

At the shift, Korra took her hand back and pushed against the mattress, holding herself up enough for Asami to turn over beneath her, so they were facing each other again. She couldn't do much with her hands, but Asami reached up to cup her face, guiding her down until their lips met. And she wasn't sure if it was because Asami was still weak, or whether it was something more, something deeper, but for how open it was, the kiss was impossibly soft. Asami's full lips followed Korra's every time they parted, settled around one every time they closed, but never tensed or pulled or pushed at Korra's mouth. They were just… there. Gentle and pliant and inviting. Loving.

After one long minute, Asami broke the kiss and dropped her head back into the pillow, her thumb idly caressing Korra's cheek. "You know," she said eventually, with a playfully scolding tone to her voice, "I wanted to touch you first this time."

Korra couldn't help but smirk, and dipped her head to press an apologetic kiss to Asami lips. "Sorry."

"No you're not," Asami accused teasingly, and snaked her arms around Korra's neck.

"Not entirely," Korra agreed amusedly, setting her forehead against Asami's. "But I was going to turn you back around first… I got kind of… carried away." Korra pulled back a little before Asami could respond, narrowing her eyes in response to a previous accusation. "And you know you could've stopped me if you wanted to go first."

Asami laughed, tightening her arms around Korra's neck to pull her closer again, saying against her lips, "You severely overestimate my willpower."

Asami dragged her down into a deep kiss, so all Korra could do to respond was smile into it as they started a fresh rhythm. And she would've lowered herself entirely onto Asami, but only seconds into the kiss, Asami's arms let go and her hands wandered between them. Korra knew what would happen, knew Asami would bring the same pleasure as she just had, but the movement caused a vivid thought of being touched, and that thought made Korra's stomach lurch with impatience. Especially when Asami's hands simply met her abs, and then curved around to trace up her back.

She asked almost pleadingly into the kiss, "You're not going to tease me again, are you?"

Asami huffed with laughter, kissing away from Korra's lips and along her jaw. "No," she answered, and as she copied, "I'm just… admiring," her hands worked back to Korra's chest and her lips reached Korra's earlobe.

The combination of the direct grip at Korra's chest and the moist heat against her ear made her eyes flutter closed. It made her so weak that she barely managed to release the content hum stuck in her throat, and even though she was still holding herself up, she slumped more heavily into Asami's hands. It left her mind completely blank, and she'd always loved the feeling against her chest, even as one of Asami's hands left to explore the rest of her body, but Asami's lips were all she could focus on. Every searing wet kiss and nip and tug at her earlobe. Each hot breath that fanned against her skin. Every time the tip of Asami's tongue traced the shell of her ear. It was all so simple, but if felt so good that with every other breath she'd forget how to inhale. She'd forget until Asami's kneading hand gave her chest a stirring squeeze, and the motion forced air back into her lungs so she could fall through the pattern again.

She hardly recognized the path of the hand that was exploring her. That was caressing up her side and over her back and down her arm, pressing into and massaging and tracing every defined muscle it could reach. Not until it stopped exploring and reached her hip to start sliding inward did she remember it was there. Then she couldn't help but forget the lips, and focus on the hand and its destination as it slipped between her legs.

"Korra," Asami whispered against her ear as a finger pressed into the moisture at her core. "Let me know when I get it right."

Korra hummed her unsteady understanding, but Asami seemed to recognize how incoherent she was, because the lips at her ear ceased and the hand at her chest moved up to set against her collarbone. It left her free to focus on the motion of the hand between her legs as it worked through different motions and pressures and speeds. And the truth was that all of it felt right. She'd never been picky and even the testing inconsistency of Asami's touch was working, but then Asami hit on something particularly powerful. Discovered just the right amount of hard and slow to impair Korra's control and make her clench against the touch.

"Like that," Korra breathed.

And she was content with only the touch. Content to let Asami stay exactly as she was, free hand on Korra's upper chest and breathing gently against her ear. But only seconds after Asami found the right motion, her lips fell and opened against Korra's neck, and what was left of Korra's control shattered. Her hips ground into every heavy stroke of Asami's hand, following it desperately for no other reason than that her body simply responded. Needed to feel like it was taking part instead of simply receiving because that made everything more intense. She sacrificed the support of one hand to slide it to the back of Asami's head, to tangle her fingers in that gorgeous black hair and encourage the lips at her neck.

It was amazing, and it was enough and it would have taken her to the end in a matter of minutes, but then Asami stopped sucking at her neck. Her lips released suction and she buried her face against Korra's shoulder. Nuzzled in with her nose and pressed a peck so soft in contrast to the pressure building between Korra's hips that it was everything Korra didn't know she needed. It was so affectionate and warm, and that warmth seeped through her chest, pooled at her core to melt the rigid tension of the nearing end.

Then Asami pulled away, dropped back into the pillow and cupped Korra's face with her free hand. Stared straight at her with those bright green and whispered, "I like you, Korra."

With that affectionate warmth already leaving her weak, those words sent Korra sliding effortlessly into climax. Korra dipped forward, catching Asami's lips to kiss her deeply, so she'd feel exactly what those words did to her as she muffled a low moan on Asami's tongue. Korra's eyes squeezed shut with the kiss, and they were the only tense things in her entire body. The pleasure was like liquid in her veins. It coursed through her with every beat of her heart and every pulse against Asami's hand, and she never knew it could be so smooth. Never knew climax could be anything but tension and shuddering and breathlessness, but god it was easy. And when it ended, she wasn't weak with exhaustion, she was weak with satisfaction. With contentment that went beyond the feeling between her legs, to the one that was swelling in her chest.

She pulled away from the kiss slowly, and reluctantly, and set her forehead against Asami's without opening her eyes. She stayed like that for what felt like minutes until the euphoric feeling faded enough for her to speak. "Did you know saying that would finish me?" she asked weakly.

"Yes," Asami said, and Korra felt a hand brush back through her still damp hair. "But I meant it." Korra cracked her eyes, meeting Asami's gaze as Asami's arms slid around her neck. "You don't have to go home yet, do you?"

Korra hummed a negative, pressing a soft kiss to Asami's cheek before saying, "I can stay a while."

Asami smiled at that, but asked in the same tone as she had that morning, "Can I ask you something?" Korra nodded, and so Asami unfolded her arms to set a hand on Korra's left shoulder, pointing at it with her finger. "Where'd you get this scar?"

Korra chuckled at the unexpectedness of the change in topic, but answered, "snowboarding."

Asami hummed thoughtfully, moving her hand to point at another under Korra's chin. "This one?"

"Headbutting in soccer," Korra said. "Another player came up under me and missed the ball."

That time, Asami winced, but moved on to stroke her finger over a scar on the back of Korra's right hip. "And this one?"

"How did you even see that one?" Korra asked with a surprised laugh, but all Asami did was give a smug grin. "I got locked out of my apartment, and Bolin bet me twenty bucks that I couldn't climb the tree outside to get in."

"What floor do you live on?" Asami asked, and when Korra said 'third,' her eyes widened. "Oh my god, Korra! You just can't back down from a challenge, or what?"

"There might have been alcohol involved," Korra laughed. "Hence the falling out of the tree."

Asami rolled her eyes, moving her hand down to a scar on the side of Korra's thigh. "Dare I ask about this one?"

Korra snorted, feeling her cheeks tint a little because she definitely wasn't telling Asami about that one. It might have involved alcohol and cops and a few stitches. "I'll tell you about that one later," she chuckled.

Asami's eyes narrowed. "There's a story, isn't there?" she asked, to which Korra nodded. "An embarrassing one?"

"Extremely," Korra confirmed. It looked like Asami was going to ask what the story was, because she appeared amused at the slight rosiness in Korra's face. So before she could press, Korra asked, "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah."

"Well," Korra began, "I can stay for a little while, but I do have to go home eventually and feed my dog…"

Asami's eyebrows rose as she asked with deep concern, "Is your dog at home starving right now?"

"No," Korra chuckled. "A friend dropped by to feed her this morning because I was planning on staying at Mako and Bolin's last night. But she will need dinner." When Korra paused, Asami hummed for her to continue. "I was thinking, if you're not sick of me yet, maybe you could come with me. I'll cook you dinner since I actually have food at my place."

Asami laughed at that, returning her arms around Korra's neck flirtatiously as she asked, "Will it count as our first real date?"

Korra hummed with a teasing amount of consideration, and pressed an indicative kiss to Asami's lips. "That depends on if I get to kiss you or not." She could hear Asami laugh as she trailed gentle pecks along her jaw. "Because you don't kiss on the first date, and I'm not sure I've had my fill yet."

"I guess," Asami said, giving a soft shrug, "for you, I could make an exception."

Korra couldn't help but laugh as she lifted enough to meet Asami's gaze again. "That's good, because I was about to cram in as much kissing as I could."

"Oh, no," Asami protested, tightening her arms to bring Korra back down. "You can still cram." And when her lips met Korra's, Korra was completely okay with the idea of cramming. In fact, she found herself wishing this weekend would never end.