( hands bracket asami's hips immediately, shameless in touching her. nature makes korra affectionate, and no one is more the receptor than asami, who basically drags out the worst in her when it comes to neediness, or being clingy. it's easy, though. she doesn't shy away from itching fingers, or deny kisses when korra offers them up freely, frequently. she knows intimately how to hold her, what korra needs exactly when she needs it.

she'd be tempted to say asami knows her almost as thoroughly as any of the satomobiles her life's been built upon, but. if asami ever looked at a car the way she looks at korra, they'd need to have a serious conversation about being married to your job.

( korra, the avatar, is one to talk. ) )

Whoa, really? ( she didn't expect that, but. that's kind of the point of a surprise, huh. korra immediately has every desire to find out what her surprise it, but, you know. ) Well, it just so happens — I have another surprise for you, too!

( korra laughs. it's very like them, these equal parts that meet and match up. gripping her a little harder at the waist, korra slings an arm around her back, using muscle mass to switch their positions, pinning asami to the ground. she gives her the room to sit up. korra. was not expecting a surprise. now she has to put forward thought into the ... procession of things. maybe asami should go first, so korra can end in the big finale! or maybe korra should go first, to set the mood for the night. hm. )

Fire, air, water, earth for who goes first?

( their version of rock, paper, scissors. fire beats air, air beats earth, earth beats water, and water beats fire. korra will leave it up to fate to decide. )