( it doesn't cost her anything. asami is acting as if korra might have some hard resistance to the last name, but she doesn't. honestly, asami's dad doesn't even remotely cross her mind. sato has been carved out entirely by manicured nails and smudged lipstick in her mind's eye - and anything that's even partly asami's is something korra adores.

she bites another kiss off asami's mouth, giddy. wife wife wife. her hand is possessive and strong against her waist, sliding to the small of her back to cover as much ground as he can. )

I'd be happy to have your last name, babe. Korra Sato! Sounds pretty cool, huh?

( lifting up their handhold, she smacks kisses on asami's knuckles. )

And our kids will all be Satos too. ( her eyes widen a bit, and she flushes, grinning apologetically. ) I mean — assuming you want some. Not anytime soon, of course, but ... you know. Maybe one day.