Chapter 17 - A Light in Her Eyes

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm serious."

Korra eyes the item being offered to her, blinking like it's a joke. After a moment, she accepts the situation. Crossing her arms and a smug grin forming, she decides to prolong this just to be a little shit again. "Sato, if you wanted to mix it up in the bedroom again, all you had to do was ask nicely. Or get hammered and reveal all your dirtiest fantasies to me and your parents though I'd prefer the latter wouldn't be in the know."

Asami lifts an immaculate eyebrow. "Do you really wanna play this game with me, Waters?"

"Perhaps I do." Considering that the car hasn't moved, Korra has an idea what the blindfold is for. "This seems suspicious. At this time of night, you may be scheming to kidnap me and lock me away in an undisclosed dungeon to have your wicked way with me."

"As much as I wouldn't oppose that situation, this blindfold has no ties to the bedroom."

"What a shame." Korra sighs disappointedly. A blindfold can be multipurpose, can't it? "I think we'd have some fun with it."

"We'll repurpose it at a later date."

"I'll hold you to that, Sato."

Asami motions for Korra to twirl around. The material's soft against her skin, soft and stripping a vital sense. If it were with anyone else, her vision being cut off may be frightening. But she wholeheartedly trusts Asami.

Well, trust can be a loaded word. She may not be in danger of being kidnapped or murdered, but Asami's underlying intentions reveal themselves, hands molding her body. With no sight, Asami's touch feels so much more, arousal shooting through her at the simple touches. She tries to return the favor, but her attempts are denied.

"Behave," Asami warns in her ear, giving a quick nibble before pulling back and tapping the interior to tell Shin to drive. "Sit back and relax."

Knowing Asami, Korra wouldn't put it past her to direct Shin to take a confusing route to thwart her from figuring out their final destination. Knowing this, Korra sits back and basks in feeling Asami pressed up against her side.

"Be patient, my love," Asami insists at Korra's dramatic huffing and puffing.

"I think I'd be having more fun if I could see you." As graceful as Asami is in walking in those death traps she calls heels, her feet must be killing her by now. Are we at Future Industries? How much-shit!

A sharp chill pierces Korra's layers and bites at her skin, pulling a gasp from her.

"Here I thought you were a tough Southerner who could survive the ice ages." Asami giggles, leading them a few more steps forward. Finally, she's satisfied and loosens the knot of the blindfold. "You're adorable. I promise, my antics will be worth it."

She stops breathing, stunned at the view, the familiar golden glow of Harmony Tower illuminating Republic City. They're not only viewing Harmony Tower shining its light, but on Harmony Tower. The observation deck shouldn't be open at this time of night. Let alone only have us up here.

"Asami? What did you do? How's this possible? How'd you arrange this?" Astonishment is evident in her tone, but as soon as it comes out of her mouth, Korra feels like she's being ungrateful. She immediately expresses her gratitude and mentally kicks herself for shoving her foot in her mouth.

"The look on your face told me everything that I need to know," Asami reassures, happily sighing and burying her face into the crook of Korra's neck from behind. Korra may not be able to see her, but she feels the smile spreading across her face. "I have done no evil in leveraging the Sato name for a private viewing of Republic City after hours."

"Right, Miss Sato." Korra rests her hands against Asami's that are wrapped around her stomach. "I really do appreciate this."

Twinkling stars light up the skies and feed off of the golden hues of Harmony Tower. Though darkness surrounds them from all sides and swallows the world, light always prevails as a guiding spirit.

Once Korra was on the observation deck. That had been during the day, the horizon crystal clear and the activity of the world transparent. As fantastic as that view had been, to witness the humming of life on a gorgeous day, it will never live up to the beauty of Republic City and Harmony Tower in the calm night.

Neither a sound nor a light comes from Harmony Tower Banquet Hall. Its outdoor area is nothing but a small dot from where they stand, just within the reach Harmony Tower's light.

"Seeing that from here, it makes me wonder if anyone was watching us that night."

Korra hums in agreement, hair blowing in the breeze. Thinking about the night they declared their love for the first time, has joy bubbling up in Korra.

"Who do you even contact to arrange something like this? Who'd you bribe?"

"Ah, ah, ah," Asami tsks, bopping Korra's nose with a mischievous flicker in her eyes. "I can't reveal all my secrets to you just yet."

"You're no fun." Korra pouts, putting on her best puppy dog eyes. "Even if you don't show all your Sato tricks, you love me?"

"Of course I do, my love. I love you." She brings their lips together in a slow kiss. She only pulls a hair's breadth away to speak again, the taste of her on Korra's lips. "In time, I'll reveal all my secrets and shower you with the best perks of the Sato name."

"What else can the Sato name do? Move the stars and oceans with a snap of your fingers?" Korra jokes with a bright smile, but then becomes serious. "You seriously don't have to do this though. You're making me look bad with all these grand gestures. You're at a tally of like five while I'm at a generous platypus bear egg."

"Korra, I don't need any grand gestures. I just need you," Asami whispers tenderly, caressing her cheek as they share several more kisses as the light breeze carries her words throughout the world. "The best gesture and gift you've given me is your love in any form you express it with. Everything I do for you, I do it because I want to and because you deserve it and so much more."

Korra's always loved her eyes, been on the receiving end of them countless times. Like that moment right before she told Asami that she loved her for the first time, the gold compliments the green in ways she never thought possible. Green eyes burn with the love she has for Korra. If it were possible, she would capture the beauty they possess in a bottle.

As fantastic as their view and backdrop was for their first declarations of love, as fantastic as their view of the beauty of Republic City and Harmony Tower in the calm night is, neither are half as incredible as Asami.

"I never needed grand gestures from you either. Just driving lessons." Korra smiles, heart on the verge of bursting. She sighs happily as she looks towards the city. "But I have to admit, this is wonderful experience. Just the two of us. I'm surprised you didn't rent out the observation deck for dinner." The way Asami turns her head gets Korra's wheels turning. "You were thinking about that, weren't you?"

Asami holds her hands up, admitting her guilt. "I could've reserved a spot at one of the restaurants, but I wanted this to be a surprise. Then I thought about making arrangements for a private dinner on the observation deck, but then figured I'd freeze even with ten coats and a space heater on. My poor body's homeostasis would ruin the night, and that doesn't exactly spell romantic night with my girlfriend, does it?"

"You'll never ruin anything. Thank you for such an amazing, perfect night with you." Korra brings Asami's left hand to her lips and leaves kisses across the knuckles and by her bracelets. An idea pops into her head, sprouting a beaming smile on her face. She takes a step back, still holding Asami's hand, and partially bows. "May I have this dance, m'lady?"

The winter night's cold sneaks into their layers and pierces their skin. Normally, Asami would be shaking from the prolonged bitter cold, damning her blood. But in Korra's presence, she remains steady as if they aren't hundreds of feet in the air and at the mercy of the unforgiving wind.

There's just something so wholesome to having Asami in her arms, swaying side to side with Republic City's low hum playing for them. Occasionally, one of them coaxes a twirl out of the other, laughing for no reason besides overflowing with happiness that needs released. Like their kitchen dance, they're alone and can just listen to their bodies and hearts.

Their kisses are always filled with emotion, every stroke of skin purposeful. One in particular though, is different.

An appropriate description of its distinction alludes Korra. It's deeper, on a level she feels they haven't reached before and opening a whole new dimension that she's readily eager to explore with Asami.

At the cool touch of fingers on her jaw, Korra gasps and is brought back to the surface. That gasp elicits something in Asami. She pulls Korra impossibly closer, almost like she's afraid that Korra will vanish into thin air and is only a figment of her imagination.

By the time their kisses slow, both of their faces are flushed from the heat between them and the cold wrapped around them like a blanket. The wind continues howling a shrill tune as they continue swaying in the wind, letting it lead them in a lovely dance.

While Korra can keep Asami warm, she doesn't want Asami to fall ill again.

"Just one more minute," she requests softly, turning back to admire the view.

Who is Korra to deny the simple request? She wraps herself as best as she can around Asami to protect her from the probing wind and takes in these last fleeting moments with Asami.

"It's the little things in life that really matter, Korra."

Tranquility is what this is. No rush to start their day and lying beside the most beautiful woman in the world is the life. Sleep frays at the edges of her mind, being pulled awake slowly by fingers dancing along her skin. Blue eyes remain shut, just feeling and letting her body be painted with love.

From the tender strokes, a shiver rips through her body. Feeling a smile aimed at her nudges blue eyes to flutter open.

Accentuated by the early streaks of sunlight filtering in, the fond look she's welcomed with is one she yearns to remember for years to come. Her smile is capable of stealing the breath from her lungs, gets her heart clenching, makes her think how amazing they are together.

Did it really only take one look and a few snarky debates with Beifong? How did I earn this privilege? I am the luckiest woman in the world to be with Asami like this.

By society's absurd and unrealistic standards, Asami's naked face and unhurried pace to the morning is not on par with the expectations attached to her. To Korra, and how the rest of the world should view her any time it's graced with her presence, Asami's the most beautiful, considerate woman who deserves all the happiness and love there is to give.

"Hey," Korra says with a sleepy smile, voice raspy. Though her eyes remain heavy and urge her to get more sleep, her heart triumphs to capture this sight in her memories. "How long've you been up?"

"Not long," she whispers, brushing back Korra's messy hair with a tender look in her shiny eyes. They flicker down to Korra's lips. Her body yields to temptation and steals a morning kiss. Slow, long, purposeful with every brush and stroke of lips and fingers that Korra is more than willing to receive and reciprocate.

"Good morning." Korra laughs lightly, caught up in the clouds from the dizzying kiss. She nuzzles into her pillow further and breaths an airy sigh, gazing at Asami with sparkling ocean eyes. "I welcome rise and shine calls like that every day. It might even make waking up with the sun bearable."

Asami offers no verbal response. Instead, her fingers resume their dance along Korra's skin, eyes crinkling at the sight of Korra. The longer her fingers journey across her body, the further Korra sinks into the bed and sighs at the simple touch.

The sigh evokes Asami's gaze to soften, her fingers carving a path in their slow dance. As they twirl towards Korra's face, Asami's eyes communicate something that Korra can't decipher right away.

"You're real?" There's a hint of disbelief in her tone. Perfectly shaped eyebrows knit down in concentration, and her bottom lip's victim to a worried assault. She cups Korra's cheek and strokes the underside of her jaw with her thumb. "This isn't some fantasy. You mean everything to me, Korra. You know that, right?"

Delicate features plead with her. Asami's always been the better one with words. Right here and now, her words carry a tune of fragility, vulnerability. With her words this time, it's almost like Asami expects Korra to vanish into thin air, never to be seen again.

In all the morning's brilliance, Asami holds all of Korra's attention as her heart's struck with a confused, concerned ache. Where is this coming from? Did I miss something? Is this connected with what happened last night?

"We're both here, together, and very much real."

Korra takes Asami's hand and kisses it, letting her lips linger to give her extra time to think. When she looks up again, Korra notices it. The green eyes she's gotten lost in so many times, trying her best to perceive Asami's emotions correctly, are clear as day in this instance.

"Hey, I'm right here. What's wrong?" She glues her body to Asami's cool skin and cups her face in her hands, brushing her fingers beneath green eyes to assuage the tears pricking in them. Through unshed tears, she watches them soften and light up.

"I'm just…really happy," she tells her, voice cracking. She covers Korra's hands with hers, leaning into the touch and a watery smile pulling at her lips. "I promise, they're happy tears."

Green eyes, transparent for all to see and read for themselves, give her no reason to believe she's being deceitful to save Korra any hassle. Still, Korra would like to know what has brought this wave of emotion, though she has an idea of what may be the root of it.

For now, she tucks Asami's head into the crook of her neck. She knows Asami. When she's ready, she'll speak.

And she's proven right within a few minutes.

"With just one look, I knew Kaori wasn't happy. Her performance can't fool me. I've walked a similar path to her, chosen a different path at the crossroads. I've been in her shoes, endured similar trials as I tried to find myself. I see who she really is, what her truth is. The world blindly assumes she's a devoted follower of her parents, not the slightest inclination she opposes them," she begins, running her fingers through Korra's hair. A shuddering breath and ripple take over Asami's body, deep in thought. Korra remains silent, letting her get it out.

"She's just accepted that she's a puppet with no free will. Even if she turns that switch off and escapes her closet and glass house, the strings remain only to yank her back in once they've corrupted her superficial free mind. Only she has the power to rip those strings from her body, but she doesn't have the strength, cannot bear the costs demanded for her to live her truth."

Asami, being the compassionate woman she is, empathizes with Kaori. Asami's words, body language, they pour into Korra. She doesn't know Kaori. When she'd first learned of Kaori, Korra had felt twinges of sadness for her, but nothing like this. The way Asami speaks, she speaks from her heart, from her own experiences.

"If it wasn't for Kaori…I may've walked the same path as her."

She'd admitted a similar sentiment before. But the reality of crossing paths with Kaori again forces them to look back, examine the change within them.

Sexuality is not a defining characteristic of a human. However, it can play a significant part. It's difficult to imagine Asami not being who she is now. Even the idea of her being a closeted bisexual and not acknowledging her attraction to women sounds preposterous. But…it does hold merit as hard as that is to swallow.

"But thank the spirits you haven't," Korra murmurs, rubbing her back and kissing the top of her head. "You couldn't convince her that she'd be better off without them? That living her own life how she wants to would bring happiness to her life?"

"Contemplating what her life could be was out of the question. She hasn't changed." An awkward laugh slips out of Asami as she nuzzles into the safety of Korra's neck and takes a deep breath. "Our day and most of our night yesterday was wonderful, more than I could ever ask for, and here I am babbling on about Kaori. I'm sorry. This isn't fair to you."

"There's nothing to apologize for. Thank you for telling me this."

"Kaori did ask me a question last night that I recently found the answer for and is partially responsible for my little bout of overwhelming emotion."

"Oh?" Korra perks up a little, interest piqued at what moved her so much. "What's that?"

Asami leaves the comfort of Korra's crook to gaze into her eyes and cups her cheek. The heat of her skin tells Asami just how real she is, how real this is.

"What true love is." She pauses, blinking away happy tears. "Every day, I'm thankful you're in my life, that I'm the one who gets to love you and be loved by you. Every day, I want to do better, be better for you so you can be proud of me, proud to be by my side. I never want our love to slip through my fingers. I'm just as much a piece of you as you are a piece of me, my love. I love you."

"I love you too," Korra whispers like it's a secret only for their ears, close to tears herself.

Her words hold no real value in the world. They're just an idea. But for Asami, for Korra, these three words for each other mean everything to them. Korra just wishes she could express more sentimental words for Asami's heartfelt speech.

As their lips brush together, push and pull, give and take, wandering hands memorize every curve, every blemish on each other's skin. These paths have been traversed many times. The journey will never lose its appeal, become dull or tedious. Each journey will be a new adventure to find something new to love, a new way to love.

"Whenever I thought about true love, I immediately thought of my parents," Asami starts softly, pausing their kisses. "What they have is real, nothing like the grossly exaggerated portrayals depicted in movies and media. But that's what makes it beautiful." She pauses again, clutching herself tighter to Korra's body and nudging her nose with hers.

"With you, Korra, I've experienced what love is, that this is real true love, and that this is really real between us and not some fantasy I wished and could only hope for when I was younger. You've taught me what true love is, and that is the most precious grand gesture you could ever gift me in my life."

Korra holds Asami's loving gaze, communicating with her eyes just how much she means to her. Jubilant tears give way to the clarity within those green eyes – a light in her eyes that only Korra is capable of sparking and giving life to. With every word, with every action of Korra's since they first spoke, that light has only intensified and will continue to if Korra has anything to do with it.

"Korra, you make her happy and have brought light to her in a way no one else can."

Suddenly, everything clicks in Korra's mind. She brings Asami's hand over her heart. At the simple contact, her heartbeat spikes.

"Feel that, Asami? Whenever you're in my presence, that's what my heart does and will always do. It's connected to you. I'm with you, Asami. I always am and will be. If you're hurt, I'll hurt. If you're happy, I'll be happy. Any emotion you feel, I'll feel tenfold. I know that whatever the world throws at us, the good and the bad, we'll be able to conquer it and have a beautiful life together. You're the Tui to my La, the moon to my ocean."

They'd shared similar unverbalized sentiments the night the Satos revealed Asami's coming out. Asami had even brought Korra's hand over her heart to feel its sturdy beat and warmth.

That night was amazing. This morning though, after the last few weeks of memories together, revisiting and renewing their feelings adds another layer to their relationship. One that's deep, unwritten, and has all the time in the world to be nurtured and developed by them as the days and nights give way to one another in their ceaseless cycle.

Time will not wait for Korra's traitorous and selfish stomach though. A monstrous growl erupts and immediately sets fire to Korra's face. Any other time she wouldn't have cared, but she was pouring her heart out. Out of all the times it could've wailed, it couldn't have picked a worst time to embarrass her.

But like the wonderful girlfriend that she is, Asami ignores the interruption, looking more beautiful than ever with her head thrown back and carefree laughter escaping her. Her hand remains on Korra's heart and feels its rhythm, how it beats in response to her. Embarrassment becomes delight, and she joins in with Asami's laughter.

"That was perfect," Asami soothes her, cradling Korra's face and engaging in a series of kisses and giggles again. "I wouldn't have wanted it any other way from you, my love. At least your stomach waited until the end."

"I would've preferred it not happened at all," she mutters, burying part of her face in her pillow. Another growl rips through her stomach. "Stupid stomach demanding food when I'm telling you how much you mean to me."

"How about we satiate your stomach so you don't wither away and then you can tell and show me just how much I mean to you?" she suggests, tracing a path down Korra's chest to her abs. If that's not enough, the hooded look and biting her bottom lip increases Korra's heart rate in a completely different way than before.

"I can agree with tha-" Korra starts then gasps. A slightly cool hand sneaks itself underneath her shirt and scratches her abs. "Asami!"

"Come on!" She swiftly jumps out of bed like she wasn't just copping a feel of Korra and weaves her fingers with Korra's. As sleep ridden as her body is, Korra willingly pushes through stiff muscles and follows her. "One last breakfast spread before classes and your body transforms you into a full night owl again."

"Sounds perfect."

When they enter the kitchen, hands still weaved together, she tries to offer her assistance, but is denied and promptly guide to sit down. She pouts for a few seconds then accepts her fates and takes in the scene.

All she's doing is retrieving drinks and making small talk with the chef as he collects ingredients for breakfast. The simple action of Asami just being and doing something as menial as pouring their drinks has warmth blossoming into her chest.

This is something I can used to. Loving her, being loved by her…what's her definition of true love? How have I influenced her definition of what true love is?

Moment after moment from the last few months, the last few weeks, play through Korra's mind like an old classic film. Any combination of them could have influenced her answer. There may be no correct answer or arrangement of how she fell in love with Korra, but curiosity tickles her mind if there was a core moment.

Without thinking, Korra gets up and wraps herself around Asami from behind. She plants a long kiss against her check, absorbing every gleeful, loving moment she can with her.

I can ask her later. We've got all the time in the world. I'm honored I'm the one who's shown her the true meaning of love.

"What's true love feel like?"

The resounding click of that switch turning off ricochets in their dark covering, only for their ears. How she answers will influence the path Kaori walks. If she's successful, Kaori may be comfortable in her own skin and able to live her truth, rid her of this switch and emerge from the shadows forever.

In a sense, Kaori did that for her.

This is Asami's one chance to repay the favor.

"True love is an unwavering connection – physical and emotional. It can be scary when your worlds bleed together, the closets and glass houses shatter and leave you vulnerable. True love doesn't manipulate one another into perfect societal ideals. Those imperfections are the beauty of true love. When life and the world rear themselves into your commitment, you hold each other, listen to each other. When everything clicks and flows and balances like the push and pull of the moon and the ocean, that's when you know it's pure, deep, and real true love."

She's never spoken these words. Like water, the answer flows naturally from Asami's lips like the answer is simple and straightforward.

In actuality, the answer isn't simple and completely subjective. Her girlfriend's the one who has helped her find the answer to a question she wasn't actively seeking a few months ago. But deep within herself, her heart yearned to find the right person to share it with.

Someone to smile with. To cry with. To laugh with. And to love with all her heart and to be loved by.

"You two look really good together, a beautiful couple," she admits, something she won't dare express in a public setting. Through a pained expression, a smile cracks through. "From the brief time I've seen you two together, I've seen a light in your eyes when you're with her. You both look at each other like you're the other's entire world. It must be nice to truly love each other that much."

Kaori fidgets with the expensive and flashy ring on her finger, concentrating a little too hard on it. In Asami's presence, Kaori doesn't appear comfortable wearing it at all. Twist after twist, it looks more like a nuance than a symbol of genuine love and devotion to spend the rest of their lives together in holy matrimony.

"Kaori?" Asami hesitates, knowing this might derail everything, but has to try one more time. "Is this really what you want?" She holds her tongue from elaborating further.

"Don't worry about me." She evades the question, clenching her hand to stop her twisting and a dark wave crashing into her. "I'm just…happy that you're happy, Asami. Someone should be in this world we live in. Hopefully, one day you can do something with what you have."

"I'm already doing something with it, Kaori." She lifts her left wrist up and fingers her bracelets, bringing them to Kaori's attention. "These are from Korra's home in the South. She was worried about how they'd fit into my style and their monetary value. To everyone else, they don't look like much. But to me, they mean everything. Knowing that I crossed her mind and she took time out of her day to get these for me, is the most precious thing she could've gave me. They're real, and so is she. I'll always have a piece of her with me."

Such distinct pieces of jewelry in price and appearance that rouse such contrasting emotions. One wearer is happy and in love. One wearer is unfortunate and envious of those fortunate enough to be in love.

"I have no right to say this all things considered and having never felt it myself, but love looks good on you." This time, the strained smile she wears is accompanied by a sadden expression of what she'll never have in her relationship. "We should head back inside."

Right before they turn a corner and are visible by the main dining room where their partners wait, Kaori stops them and turns to Asami. The dim light shines down on them, giving both of their complexions a twinkling hue, but the dark, serious expression overpowers everything else.

It's like they're by that streetlight on the quiet street again, in that tug of war between the light and the dark. Though the light prevails here, she hears the whispers of the shadows that are carried through the air that searches them for their darkest secrets.

"Tell me, Asami, who are you? Where are you going?"

"Forget it. Forget everything we've discussed." She's heard these words before. This time, something about them seems more final. "Keep moving forward. Never look back. Love her in a way that she deserves. Love her with everything that you have to give, Asami."

She tries to mask her emotions with a harden exterior. She convincingly plays the part. Asami sees through it though, how she pleads with her dull golden eyes to do her life right.

Asami wants to say so much more to help her, but she only has so much power and influence in this situation. She can't make Kaori do anything she doesn't want to do, and Kaori can't make her do anything she doesn't want to do.

The only thing Asami can offer her is a nod of acknowledgement.

Walking into the dining room, the world around them shifts. The murky colors and hushed conversations give way to striking colors camouflaging egoism and gracious conversations. At face value, reality looks perfect.

But Asami knows better. The mask's been pulled over her eyes, strings contorting her to do their bidding.

"Asami, it was so nice catching up with you." She grabs her left hand in both of hers like she's so honored to have had the chance to speak with the Asami Sato. That switch is turned back on without any hesitancy. "The Himuras' door is open anytime you, your father, or any Future Industries representatives have any need to express your concerns with the current state of our public administration and political affairs."

"I'll be sure to inform my father and associates." Asami squeezes Kaori's hand in what she hopes is a comforting manner and communicates that she'll always have her door open for her too – personally and professionally. "Thank you for speaking with me tonight. I wish you and your fiancé all the happiness and best in life, Kaori."

When they officially part ways, it's disheartening. Saying those congratulations left a disgusting aftertaste. Watching Kaori turn away from her feels final…like it might've been the last time that she would ever dare touch that switch.

It hits too close to home for Asami. If her circumstances weren't ideal, it's like looking into a mirror of what could've been for her life.

She holds her head up high like nothing's wrong, like there isn't a sham of an engagement right in front of her. A few tables away, a wonderful, caring woman impatiently awaits her return. When their eyes lock on one another, she perks up like Asami's the sun, providing warmth that no one else can.

Everything comes naturally for Asami. The smile spreading across her lips widens. With every step that she takes closer to her, she falls a little more in love with her. Perhaps the shivers wracking through her body are from being in the cold for so long. Or maybe they're because of the enamored look like Asami's her whole world and the selfless action of a jacket being strewn across her shoulders and taking her freezing hands.

Right in the middle of the dining room, Asami seals her lips to hers, vowing a promise.

I promise that the world will know much you mean to me if it's the last thing I do. Loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done, my love. This is the life I want to live.

When Asami wakes the next morning, it's no surprised she's the first one up. Her girlfriend faces her and is curled up into her pillow, a bit of drool collecting at the corner of her mouth. Knowing her, she won't be up for a while.

The sun peeks over the horizon and begins painting her room. Pale fingers flitter across her body, content to do this as long as possible. The minute twitches and noises she emits just with her touch causes her smile to reach her ears.

As soon as those ocean eyes open, Asami searches them like they hold all the answers in the world. They may not hold infinite knowledge, but their beholder is the answer to one of the most important ones.

Korra Waters has taught her the true meaning of love.

Posted: July 9, 2022

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