AN: Why do I always get the sudden urge to write fanfiction at 1 in the morning? I literally have to be at work in 8 hours...
Bold: Korra
Italics: Asami
"Make sure you get my good side okay?"
"Yeah whatever. Can you remind me why I agreed to do this again?" Asami settled down underneath the nearest shady tree and flipped to a blank page in her sketchbook. "Never mind that, I gotta ask, what's with the outfit?"
"It's the same outfit the warriors wear in the Water Tribe. I thought you knew that already."
"Of course I knew that. What I'm asking is why the hell did you cut off the bottom half of your shirt."
"To show off my abs. Why else?"
"Are... You being serious right now?"
"Of course I'm being serious! If you are going to commission-"
"Commission? You mean you were actually planning on paying me for all of this hard work?"
"What? No! As I was saying-"
"That's why you are only getting a sketch instead of a painting."
"AS I WAS SAYING, if you are going to commission art of the Avatar, you gotta make sure that shit looks majestic."
"By showing your abs?"
"Exactly! The Avatar needs to project strength in this painting-"
"Sketch."
"WHATEVER ASAMI! What I'm trying to say is that I need to show off my muscles and the shoulder pad thingies cover my perfect biceps."
"So in other words, you cut off the bottom half of your shirt to compensate."
"Yep, that's right."
"That has got to be the stupidest-" Asami stopped mid sentence took a deep breath. "Forget it, I'm not going to waste anymore time trying to figure out how your twisted little mind works and just go with the flow. How do you wanna do this?" She patiently tapped pencil on the edge of her sketch pad while Korra thought of which pose she wanted to use.
"Okay, how about this?" Korra grabbed her boomerang from the sheath on her back and cocked her arm back like she was going to throw it. "Does this look majestic enough for you?"
"All I'm thinking is that your arm will get tired very quickly if you plan on holding it up the entire time."
"Yeah you're right. It wouldn't be very majestic if you draw a picture of the Avatar struggling to hold their arm up. How about this?"Korra put her boomerang away and pulled off her helmet. "Now Asami I must warn you, I am going to wear my hair down for this picture. Just brace yourself because I don't want your ovaries to explode from the force of the pure, sexual energy I'm about to give off."
"...Anyone ever tell you that you're kind of full of yourself?" Asami dead panned.
"All the time. I just wanted to make sure you're prepared for the majesty that is Avatar Korra with her hair down."
"Will you please stop saying majesty and pose already?!"
"Fine be that way. How about this?" Korra earth bent a small platform to rest her left leg on and propped her helmet on her knee. She pulled the hair ties out of her hair and shook it free.
"Yeah that will be fine."
"Asami?"
"Yeah?"
"Paint me like one of your F-"
"If you say 'paint me like one of your Fire Nation girls' I will make your boobs lop-sided."
"..."
"..."
"Asami?"
"What?!" Asami bit out.
"Paint me like one of your Fire Nation girls." She whispered.
"God dammit Korra."
"Soo... Are you almost done yet?"
"It has only been 45 minutes since I started Korra. I'm not done yet."
"C'mon Asami I thought you artist types could pop out art like its nothing."
"Well we can't so stop complaining. Lift you chin up a little higher." Korra followed her instructions.
"So how's the shading?"
"It's fine."
"Is my face looking perfect?"
"I wouldn't call it perfect, but it looks like you."
"Is that your under-handed way of calling me ugly?"
"Yes."
"Since you are nice enough to draw me I'll let that comment slide. How are my abs looking?"
"I'm drawing those right now." Korra grinned.
"Wonderful. Make sure you pay close attention to my abs, they need to be perfect." She flexed her stomach muscles. "And Asami? Don't feel too alarmed at that tingling sensation you are feeling right now. It is perfectly natural to experience arousal when gazing upon to perfection that is the Avatar's abdominal muscles."
"You know what? Be thankful that I am finished or I would have quit after that sentence left your mouth." She ripped the page out of her sketchbook and held it out to Korra.
"YES, FINALLY! I CAN'T WAIT TO-" Her smile quickly fell when she got a good look at the picture. "What the hell Asami?!"
In the picture Korra was lying on the ground unconscious while Asami stood over her smiling. She wore Korra's Watertribe helmet while she flexed her muscles like a body builder with her foot firmly planted on Korra's head. Asami also included Mako and Bolin in the picture. Both of the brothers wore speedos while they clung to Asami's legs like the women on the covers of fantasy romance novels.
Asami propped her elbow on Korra's shoulder and looked at the picture with her. "So... What do you think?"
"... You made my boobs lop-sided..."
"Sure did. I'm really proud of this one, I think I might get it framed so I can hang it up in my office."
"YOU MADE MY BOOBS LOP-SIDED!"
"Hey I told you what was going to happen if you said the thing."
"SO YOU MADE ME POSE FOR AN HOUR FOR NOTHING?"
"Yep that's the gist of it."
"That's... Real fucked up Asami."
"Yeah I know."
Korra turned the picture sideways and continued to stare at it. "Well at least you got my abs right."
"Of course I did. I may be mean, but I knew how important the abs were for you. Am I right?"
"...Yes." Korra grumbled.
"C'mon let's get something to eat then," Asami ruffled Korra's 'majestic' hair. "I'll even buy you a milkshake. But first things first, you need to change out of that outfit."
Korra pouted. "Fine. But I'm still mad at you."
"I'll live."
"I still want you to draw me a real picture."
"Sure, just make sure you pay me next time."
AN: We'll I guess that's it for this chapter. kind of on the short side but it was nice to have Asami mess with Korra for once so I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. As usual let me know what you think in a review.