Korvira Week

Summary: Korvira Week 2015 by Angel. A collection of the seven topics/prompts for Korvira Week 2015.

Day 2: Dance – 5, 6, 7, 8

Kuvira sighed hard as she stepped into her apartment. She tossed the keys onto a nearby table, reaching up to rub the back of her neck. Taking a small step forward, she paused, tensing, when she heard a muttering coming from the living room. Quieting her breathing, Kuvira slowly slipped off her shoes before creeping towards the living room. The muttering turned into a loud groan, before she heard light footsteps moving in a rhythmic pattern. A few moments later, the voice groaned again, before the footsteps restarted in the same pattern.

Peering around the frame of the living room walkway and the hallway, Kuvira paused when she spotted Korra shuffling in a small square, her right arm high up in the air, and her left arm holding an imaginary hand. Korra's head was down, staring at her feet as she moved in a slow square muttering "5, 6, 7, 8," under her breath. Kuvira watched her for a few moments, analyzing her feet, her movements, before finally appearing.

"Korra?!" Kuvira shouted. The Avatar jumped and turned around, moving into a martial arts stance. She instantly relaxed when she noticed Kuvira standing in the doorway of the living room, glaring at her.

"Don't do that!" Korra yelled, placing a hand over her chest. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

"That's kind of the point," she muttered, walking around the back of the couch. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest. "It's not like I'd offer an intruder some tea and cookies."

"I'm not an intruder," Korra pointed out. "I have a key."

"Did you tell me that you were going to stop by today?" Kuvira asked. Korra rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Then that would mean you're an intruder." She reached and gripped Korra's nose in-between her thumb and index finger. "With or without a key," she whispered.

Korra pulled away, rubbing her nose before smirking. "Are you going to arrest me, Officer Kuvira?" she asked, her voice deepening. Kuvira's right eye twitched as she fought back a smirk of her own. Korra placed her hand on Kuvira's shoulder, gently playing with the braid that hung over the metalbender's shoulder.

"Why are you here?" Kuvira asked, after clearing her throat. She brushed Korra's hand away before collapsing onto her couch.

"You look stressed," Korra pointed out.

"I am. It's just dumb stuff at work." Kuvira paused. She rubbed her temples and huffed. It was her own personal rule that she didn't speak of work outside of work. In fact, she would moan, grumble, and complain about it until she reached her front door, and then all conversation about it would cut off the minute she passed over the threshold. "You still didn't answer my question," she added.

Korra shyly looked at the ground. She stuffed her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and shrugged. "I was trying to surprise you," she answered quietly.

Kuvira frowned. "Surprise me?" she repeated.

Nodding rapidly, Korra plopped herself onto the couch next to Kuvira, one leg curled up on the cushions and the other dangling off of the side. "Well, I know that you have that Police Officer's Ball coming up, and I wanted to be ready," she admitted, a light flush rushing into her cheeks.

"Who said I was taking you?" Kuvira asked with amusement. Of course, she had planned on formally asking Korra to be her date, but she enjoyed watching the darker girl squirm, especially since she currently had a deep pout on her face. "I may not even go."

"If you weren't planning on going then you wouldn't have the invitation still hanging up on your refrigerator?" Korra demanded. Kuvira regarded her with a raised eyebrow. "I got something to eat as well."

Kuvira clicked her tongue, a smile forming. "So, instead of breaking and entering, it's breaking and entering and eating?" she asked.

Korra frowned. She abruptly got up from her seat. Kuvira blinked at her swiftness, and felt like a heel when she noticed the hurt look on Korra's face. Her blue eyes were downcast, slowly turning a darker shade, misting over. "You know, you'd probably have more friends if you weren't such an ass," she muttered, brushing by.

Kuvira stuck her hand out, grabbing Korra by her elbow. Korra immediately stopped, looking down at her in confusion. "Would you like some help?" Kuvira asked.

Her frown instantly turning into a wide grin, Korra nodded, slipping her arm from Kuvira's grip and grabbed her hand, pulling her to her feet. "That'd be great," she all but gushed. "Aang may be a good dancer, but I'm not."

"You're good, from what I saw," Kuvira shrugged. "You just need some patience…and we all know how well that will turn out," she said with a smirk. Korra rolled her before chuckling and rubbing the back of her neck. Kuvira quickly pulled Korra into a tight embrace, her left hand on the small of Korra's back, pressing their chests close together, and her right hand holding Korra's left. "Ready?"

Korra leaned up and pressed her lips to Kuvira's in a light kiss. "Now I am." She smiled.

"Smooth," Kuvira commented with a smile.