The first time Korra sees Asami fly an airplane, she finds herself speechless. She doesn't want to admit it, but she really is still a "country girl", as Asami sometimes puts it. She isn't used to the bustle of the city, with its tall buildings, crowded streets, and sudden noises coming from every which way - a street vendor yelling here, a Satomobile honking at traffic there; always so much going on at once. Granted, she was never the type to sit still at the White Lotus Compound, but she realizes now what a luxury peace and quiet can be.
So when Asami calls and tells her to meet at the airfield, she's skeptical. She arrives with Naga in tow, staring out at the vast expanse of earth and concrete, until she spots the hulking mass of metal off to one side. The heiress stands next to one of the wings and waves her over, looking impossibly small next to the sheer size of the aircraft.
"Hey!" Asami greets cheerfully, pulling her into a hug and accepting the kiss on her cheek with a breathtaking smile. "Glad you could make it."
"I don't know about this, Asami. Are you sure that thing is safe?"
The taller girl simply laughs and throws an arm over her shoulder, squeezing the Avatar affectionately. She lets Korra take in some of the details, but knows better than to launch into an explanation about any of the parts specifically - Korra would probably just flash her one of those blank looks again, like whenever Tenzin dives into one of his speeches about why meditation is important.
"Oh! Before I forget... here, put this on." Asami hands her a helmet, an exact copy of the one the heiress is already wearing. It's different from what they normally wear when taking the moped though. Softer, but with more padding around the ears. Asami's holding out her hand expectantly and Korra throws her a small pout when she takes out the tie holding her hair up in the back. She shakes out her tangled hair and slips the helmet over her head, flushing slightly at the teasing look the heiress throws in her direction. It's a snug fit, and she has to lift a portion by the ears to catch the next words that come out of Asami's mouth. "-stand back over by Naga again and I'll start it up. Don't worry, I'll just do a quick loop around in the air to show you, okay? I'll be back down before you know it!"
Korra opens her mouth to protest weakly by Asami quickly leans in and steals a kiss, making her smile. "I'll be fine, Korra. Go!"
She finally does as she's told and makes her way over to where Naga is waiting, sitting back on her haunches. Naga growls softly, nudging Korra's face when she doesn't stop frowning, and Korra leans into her just as Asami fires up the engines. It's pretty loud, she realizes. She can hear the whir of the spinning blades even from her position, and wonders how noisy it must be in the cockpit where Asami is seated. Suddenly, the aircraft is making its way down the runway, gaining speed until it finally tilts and lifts from the ground completely. It flies straight for a bit before banking right to start the loop that Asami told her she would do.
Okay... that is kinda cool, Korra thinks, finding it amazing that such a heavy machine could possibly stay in the air. Then her heart nearly drops into her stomach when the wings tilt again and the airplane does a full 360 degree spin in the air. She squints, catching a glimpse of Asami's expression as the craft whizzes by, and she thinks that if it wasn't for the helmet, she probably would have heard her girlfriend's joyful whoop, matching the wide grin on her face. The heiress does another loop, throwing in two full spins this time, and Korra has to remind herself to let go of Naga's fur when the polarbear dog barks and tugs herself out of the Avatar's grip. She swears Asami enjoys giving her heart attacks sometimes. Thankfully the other girl doesn't make her wait much longer. She sets the plane down, landing from a different runway but arriving close to where she started. Asami barely has time to unbuckle her harness before Korra vaults herself up onto the wings using airbending, flinging her helmet off in the process.
"You're insane!" she cries, but the statement is contrasted by the mirrored grins on both of their faces.
"Admit it, that was pretty cool. It's like having a giant glider, only mine is metal and can shoot fire."
Korra moves along the wing, taking a seat on the edge near the cockpit so that she can meet Asami's gaze better and rolls her eyes, "Yeah, and it's also noisy as hell, alerting everyone within miles."
"Oh please," Asami scoffs, always quick to continue their banter, "when did you start worrying about stealth and subtlety?"
Korra doesn't reply, choosing instead to glare at the taller girl. Asami teasingly glares back until they both finally share a laugh. Asami takes off her helmet and places it on the empty seat behind her, shaking out her curls in the process. When she looks back at Korra, the girl is smiling softly.
"Oh, alright," Korra says, feigning a dramatic sigh, "I guess that was kind of cool."
"Kind of?" Asami goads, leaning into the caress when Korra starts running a hand through her dark hair unconsciously.
"Yes, yes, it was cool, okay? In fact... now that I think about it, that was kind of sexy."
"Oh really?" Their faces are getting closer now, and Asami's tongue has peeked out to wet her lips in anticipation. Korra leans in the rest of the way, brushing their mouths together softly once, twice, then finally tilting her head and deepening their kiss the third time around. Asami moans, fingers curling around one of Korra's wolftails and tugging the shorter girl even closer. When they break apart, both girls are panting slightly. A slow smile blooms on Asami's face and the fingers that were on Korra's hair earlier are now brushing teasingly along her neck. "So... want me to take you for a spin?"
"Mmm.. maybe later," Korra replies, leaning in for another kiss. She somehow maneuvers both of them so that she is seated in the cockpit, Asami straddling her lap. "Right now I have something else in mind."