( and then it just... isn't an issue, apparently. korra even seems happy about it, and asami laughs a little at how silly she feels now. rubs at her cheek where her fingers come away splotchy with make-up. she must look a sight. she's about to open her mouth to agree, it does sound nice, there's a good cadence to their names together, but then.

korra mentions kids. and asami blinks. )

Oh. I... hadn't really thought about it.

( she hadn't. it didn't seem like it would really be in their stars. more their lifestyle than their biological genders and all the problems that entails, asami isn't against adoption, or. any other option that presents itself, really.

but now that korra's mentioned it, it's like the floodgates open, and a dormant desire spills out. she does want kids. several, in fact. she wants to raise babies with korra and watch them grow and love korra as much as she does, she wants to... be the mother she never had, really. someone to soothe scraped knees and wipe away tears and love unconditionally. she wants little daughters she can share make-up tips and sparring with, and little boys she can cook beside. not that she really knows how. she never had to learn.

the fact that korra says it so easily, with such confidence... that only makes asami love her more. she didn't even think she could, she's so full and bursting with affection, but every day korra does something to prove her wrong. she always has more love. )

No, I'd love to have children with you, Korra. ( she smiles and leans into korra, planting a kiss on her. revenge is sweet and very symmetrical. korra kisses her, she kisses back. an endless cycle of affection. ) You'd be such a good mom...