( it settles against her throat like a captured droplet of infinity, washed all in gentle heliotrope, flanked by fire-licked rubies. asami brushes her fingers against it, adjusting it so it falls perfectly in the notch between her collarbones. her only regret is that she didn't look at it longer, but she supposes that's what mirrors are for. she envisions the hours she'll spend propped in front of one, just. looking at this gift, the earthly sum of korra's love for her, and her heart flutters just thinking about it.
there's. a delighted little squeal of sheer and utter joy and then she flings her arms around korra, clutching at her with reckless abandon. she can barely contain herself. doesn't want to. doesn't care who hears or sees them. they can, quite frankly, whistle dixie. )
I love it. And I love you. Thank you, Korra, for this.
( she knows it's very likely that korra spent weeks on this, trying to create something beautiful. she never does anything by halves, and she's so committed to perfection... asami curls her arms around her and kisses a line up her shoulder to her throat, ending with a triumphantly placed one right on her mouth.
she's excited too, about the ring. she didn't make it herself, which she's a little sad about now, but. she wouldn't have been able to stand the heat needed to forge it anyway. mako said that it was like being a volcano. only a firebender — only a master firebender — could have done it, and asami... is content with that. after all, mako loves them both too. korra won't mind that it was his hands that shaped it.
asami unhooks the chain from her neck, and pours the ring down the length of it to her hand, where it settles. it's heavier than it looks. there are ornate little patterned etchings in the surface, like waves. and the inscription on the inside simply says, our forever after in the oldest written script of the water tribes. asami slips it on korra's right index finger, and then bends to kiss her knuckles. )
( she just looks at her, gentle and warm, free hand undoing her belt or whatever restrictions lay in the way of her slipping up the hem of asami's shirt to cup her side, skin to skin. if she could bottle a sound and keep it as schroeder's cat at her bedside table, it'd be asami saying i love you for sure. all things considered, korra had a pretty sweet childhood - her parents were both alive and both loved her very much, she was surrounded by katara and the other members of the compound, but. she was indescribably lonely, at times. she never thought she'd hear i love you from anyone who wasn't blood related.
so, it's special. she doesn't feel lonely anymore, asami's love is as vast as it is whole, and korra is just. grateful. that she hit mako with her moped, and hopped into all of their lives for good. she wouldn't be half the woman she is today without asami at her side.
the ring is heavy - a nice balancing weight to it, that korra likes for the steady reminder of it's presence. she flexes her fingers into a fist to test it, and cracks a smile when she unfurls them again, bright and cheery and unlike these soft little nothings prior. it's very korra. loud in the face of soft, bright in the face of calm. she can't recognize the ore off the top of her head, which means it's probably something super expensive, or rare, or something, and she'll prod asami about it later, but. for now. she pushes her head forward to rub noses with her, smile pressed against her lips.)
Gonna be a yes from me, Mrs. Avatar.
( and then she just kisses her, like the fate of the world rests on the clashing of their tongues, like crushing their lips together might be the only solution to restoring balance in the world.)
( korra kisses her and she kisses back with just as much passion, her arms around korra's neck, rolling her hips against her.
when they break apart she just. giggles. giddiness is a plague upon her, it's made a nest of butterflies in her stomach, it's made her fingers all tingly and her cheeks warm and flushed. and korra saying. that. pretty much demolishes the distant whispers of any bad thing that's ever happened in her life.
she laces their fingers together, taking korra's right hand so she can admire the band. the black metal looks good on her, rests beautifully on her skin, and it's just the right size. she'll have to thank mako later. )
Mrs... (avatar. what a title. but it does. make her think. she hadn't actually thought about it — asami may be a great possessor of foresight, but she's never given much thought to what was past this moment. she wanted it to be a brilliant, beautiful surprise. but now... ) Korra... would you be willing to take my last name? I know it's... not really the Water Tribe way, but it would mean a lot to me.
( she doesn't have a family anymore, beyond the little one she's carved out for herself, with korra and bolin and mako, but there are no other satos in the world but her. asami wants her to be the second, but. she knows it's... a lot, given what her father tried to do to her, what he represents to their shared past. )
( 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.
( 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...
( ah, good. she's well aware at this point that there's literally nothing on the planet that could scare asami off, but there are somethings that are - you know. a little more heavy than others. having children is one of those things.,emotional, but. happy, in this case. korra smiles like asami just gave her the world on a platter and said eat up.
she wants them too, she knows. family is a huge part of water tribe culture, where last names don't exist because everyone is one with each other, a big family that stretches from one pole to the other, although the north pole is. a little bit fancier. like your cousins from the wealthy side of the family. having a family has never been in question, because korra can point in any direction and find a relative of hers - but. children. that's something else. more people would probably call her too immature for kids, but asami knows her better than most. she has a profound love for small things, and her heart's big enough for the entirety of all four nations.
there's no question about if asami would be a good mother. none whatsoever. korra moves her hand to flatten on her stomach like someone's already growing in there - and then her eyebrows knit, a little, because she remembers, you know. basic biology. she doesn't have any of the right parts to knock asami up. )
I'm not sure how we'd do it, but. ( more kisses, flattened in between words. ) You'd be a good mom, too. Can you imagine how pretty our kids would be? ( she nips at her lips, turning to kiss her jaw, her neck, the soft band of fabric on her engagement necklace. ) And how sassy. I mean, dang. Right? They're all going to have attitude problems.
( she covers korra's hand with her own, briefly, and then lets herself gets lost in the labyrinthine depths of her kisses. head tipped back. a soft, pleased sigh escapes her. korra knows all the right places to touch her, a little waterfall of sensation that slips down her skin. if they keep on like this there isn't going to be a dinner. at least. not the kind with a significant caloric intake and clothing on.
she threads her fingers up into korra's hair, tugging her in against her chest. )
We could ask Mako.
( another thing she hadn't really considered until that moment. but. if she had to choose someone, he's the only one she'd pick. she loves him. and korra does, too. he's done a lot of growing up since they dated, and he'd do anything for both of them. the idea of bringing him into their bed is... well, it wouldn't be a hardship. once he learned what he was doing, they had great sex. she's never really asked if korra slept with him, but. well. they were all horny kids back then. it wouldn't surprise her.
more seriously, then, peeling herself back to meet korra's gaze solemnly. )
I think he'd be okay with it. And I know there are some new medical procedures that might help...
( she'll have to look into it. or fund it, maybe. future industries can get a biological science division just for this. korra probably doesn't have a driving need to be a biological parent. asami can't really imagine her wanting to be pregnant, whereas she's sort of excited for the possibility. but if she could... she doesn't even know the terminology for it, really, but if she could carry a child that was biologically korra's, she would in a heartbeat, really. no questions asked. )
( her eyes go a little wider. a little oop! of surprise. she never really considered bringing someone else into the mix, but.
it would definitely have to be mako, huh.
she doesn't hate the idea. she used to be a much more jealous person, specifically when mako was at the forefront of her romantic interests, but it's different now. she's grown up. not only that - the trust she has in asami and their relationship is unmatched in all the four nations, rivaling the commitment of all of the world's most romantic duos. asami worries about the mechanics, the science behind baby making, and korra just - focuses on the act. 'medical procedures' makes the whole thing sound ... inorganic, almost. she's never been attuned to her spiritual side, but there's some blah blah balance avatar stuff going on in her, some direct argument against things that go against the natural way.
not that she thinks asami developing a way to get her pregnant with korra's lady jizz would upset the balance of the world. )
Who needs medical procedures?
( it's just that it's not the point. she'd love a child with one hundred percent fire nation blood as passionately and blindingly as she would one cut from her own swath of genetics - or even a child with neither of them in their chemical make up, an orphan from the earth kingdom maybe, or a baby in the water tribe. it doesn't matter. anything shared between them is sacred, and any child who could fall into their hands, regardless of their descent, wouldn't find two more loving parents than these girls, right here.
she wouldn't hate mako for being the biological father of her kids. she might love him more, even. )
You know Mako would jump at the chance to get back with you. ( it's a tease - he's undoubtedly the only one who would protest such a concept, and probably only from embarrassment. ) I'll play him. ( more jokes. she just means - her hands clasp on asami's sides more strongly, rolling her hips smoothly up to meet hers. if she had mako's dick, they both know where it'd be. )
( she just. giggles helplessly at korra's antics, hand over her face to obscure the very vivid blush that it entails. she says it so earnestly. frankly, asami would much rather have her girlfriend. no. her. fiancée. than an old ex-boyfriend, even in play. asami loves mako, sure. she'll always love him, but it's that... gentle, settled love between exes who are still on good terms. not the passionate, turbulent, tumultuous, impassioned way she loves korra. with every breath, with every beat of her heart.
which means, frankly, it's time to scandalize her.
she purrs a bit, leans in and gives a slow, sensual curl of her hips right back. )
Actually, it was usually the other way around with Mako and I.
( scandalizing immediately achieved. a pale flush reaches from cheek to cheek on korra, who looks bewildered for all of a second, before an obnoxious laugh cracks between them like an exploding firework, head ducking down to rest on asami's chest. they do love mako, but they also love poking fun at him - it's kind of a result of both your ex girlfriends dating and falling in love with each other. look.
korra's been well on the receiving end of femme domme asami many times before. she'd be a hypocrite if she judged mako for liking it. )
Oh, yes, Ms. Sato. ( correction - ) Mrs. Sato.
( not that they're married yet, but the promise is almost good enough. korra's hands slip out of her blouse, only so far to tend to the buttons holding it together, plucking them eagerly off, one at a time. at the spread of cloth and unveiling of pale, perfect skin, korra softly lays her darker hand in the stretch of space between two breasts, the tip of her middle finger just brushing the gem of the engagement necklace. it's in direct contrast to the pure snow of her flesh - amazing, that for all fire nation asami is, she's so clearly the moon's twin, reflections of water sitting in the ample curves of her body.
that's how they are though, equal parts themselves and each other. the engagement stone is purple, the lovechild of blue and red passion.)
( asami leans back, bracing her hands against korra's thighs as she undoes the buttons of her blouse, each one separating from the taut fabric with a little pop. korra's hand is warm against her skin except for the ring, which is a chilled contrast to the heat of her. asami curls into her like a leaf curls inward in a fire, both her hands slipping to cover korra's one. )
Oh, I think we can call me Mrs. Avatar. Don't you?
( it's teasingly said. asami leans in to rub her nose playfully against korra's, and then to kiss her cheeks, her brow. her other hand slips down between them, fingers pressed up against korra through the fabric of her pants. it's nothing more insistent than a trailing stroke against her clit, slow and easy. )
I know you had this lovely evening planned for us, Korra, but... do you want to go back inside?
( it isn't that she's against the exhibitionism, it's simply that although she will roll around in dirt and grease for hours and never complain, one whisper of twigs in her hair is enough to be an instant and immediate turn-off. sorry, korra. picnic blankets in the middle of the garden may not be the place for love-making. )
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there's. a delighted little squeal of sheer and utter joy and then she flings her arms around korra, clutching at her with reckless abandon. she can barely contain herself. doesn't want to. doesn't care who hears or sees them. they can, quite frankly, whistle dixie. )
I love it. And I love you. Thank you, Korra, for this.
( she knows it's very likely that korra spent weeks on this, trying to create something beautiful. she never does anything by halves, and she's so committed to perfection... asami curls her arms around her and kisses a line up her shoulder to her throat, ending with a triumphantly placed one right on her mouth.
she's excited too, about the ring. she didn't make it herself, which she's a little sad about now, but. she wouldn't have been able to stand the heat needed to forge it anyway. mako said that it was like being a volcano. only a firebender — only a master firebender — could have done it, and asami... is content with that. after all, mako loves them both too. korra won't mind that it was his hands that shaped it.
asami unhooks the chain from her neck, and pours the ring down the length of it to her hand, where it settles. it's heavier than it looks. there are ornate little patterned etchings in the surface, like waves. and the inscription on the inside simply says, our forever after in the oldest written script of the water tribes. asami slips it on korra's right index finger, and then bends to kiss her knuckles. )
Avatar Korra, will you marry me back?
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so, it's special. she doesn't feel lonely anymore, asami's love is as vast as it is whole, and korra is just. grateful. that she hit mako with her moped, and hopped into all of their lives for good. she wouldn't be half the woman she is today without asami at her side.
the ring is heavy - a nice balancing weight to it, that korra likes for the steady reminder of it's presence. she flexes her fingers into a fist to test it, and cracks a smile when she unfurls them again, bright and cheery and unlike these soft little nothings prior. it's very korra. loud in the face of soft, bright in the face of calm. she can't recognize the ore off the top of her head, which means it's probably something super expensive, or rare, or something, and she'll prod asami about it later, but. for now. she pushes her head forward to rub noses with her, smile pressed against her lips.)
Gonna be a yes from me, Mrs. Avatar.
( and then she just kisses her, like the fate of the world rests on the clashing of their tongues, like crushing their lips together might be the only solution to restoring balance in the world.)
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when they break apart she just. giggles. giddiness is a plague upon her, it's made a nest of butterflies in her stomach, it's made her fingers all tingly and her cheeks warm and flushed. and korra saying. that. pretty much demolishes the distant whispers of any bad thing that's ever happened in her life.
she laces their fingers together, taking korra's right hand so she can admire the band. the black metal looks good on her, rests beautifully on her skin, and it's just the right size. she'll have to thank mako later. )
Mrs... ( avatar. what a title. but it does. make her think. she hadn't actually thought about it — asami may be a great possessor of foresight, but she's never given much thought to what was past this moment. she wanted it to be a brilliant, beautiful surprise. but now... ) Korra... would you be willing to take my last name? I know it's... not really the Water Tribe way, but it would mean a lot to me.
( she doesn't have a family anymore, beyond the little one she's carved out for herself, with korra and bolin and mako, but there are no other satos in the world but her. asami wants her to be the second, but. she knows it's... a lot, given what her father tried to do to her, what he represents to their shared past. )
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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.
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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...
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she wants them too, she knows. family is a huge part of water tribe culture, where last names don't exist because everyone is one with each other, a big family that stretches from one pole to the other, although the north pole is. a little bit fancier. like your cousins from the wealthy side of the family. having a family has never been in question, because korra can point in any direction and find a relative of hers - but. children. that's something else. more people would probably call her too immature for kids, but asami knows her better than most. she has a profound love for small things, and her heart's big enough for the entirety of all four nations.
there's no question about if asami would be a good mother. none whatsoever. korra moves her hand to flatten on her stomach like someone's already growing in there - and then her eyebrows knit, a little, because she remembers, you know. basic biology. she doesn't have any of the right parts to knock asami up. )
I'm not sure how we'd do it, but. ( more kisses, flattened in between words. ) You'd be a good mom, too. Can you imagine how pretty our kids would be? ( she nips at her lips, turning to kiss her jaw, her neck, the soft band of fabric on her engagement necklace. ) And how sassy. I mean, dang. Right? They're all going to have attitude problems.
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she threads her fingers up into korra's hair, tugging her in against her chest. )
We could ask Mako.
( another thing she hadn't really considered until that moment. but. if she had to choose someone, he's the only one she'd pick. she loves him. and korra does, too. he's done a lot of growing up since they dated, and he'd do anything for both of them. the idea of bringing him into their bed is... well, it wouldn't be a hardship. once he learned what he was doing, they had great sex. she's never really asked if korra slept with him, but. well. they were all horny kids back then. it wouldn't surprise her.
more seriously, then, peeling herself back to meet korra's gaze solemnly. )
I think he'd be okay with it. And I know there are some new medical procedures that might help...
( she'll have to look into it. or fund it, maybe. future industries can get a biological science division just for this. korra probably doesn't have a driving need to be a biological parent. asami can't really imagine her wanting to be pregnant, whereas she's sort of excited for the possibility. but if she could... she doesn't even know the terminology for it, really, but if she could carry a child that was biologically korra's, she would in a heartbeat, really. no questions asked. )
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it would definitely have to be mako, huh.
she doesn't hate the idea. she used to be a much more jealous person, specifically when mako was at the forefront of her romantic interests, but it's different now. she's grown up. not only that - the trust she has in asami and their relationship is unmatched in all the four nations, rivaling the commitment of all of the world's most romantic duos. asami worries about the mechanics, the science behind baby making, and korra just - focuses on the act. 'medical procedures' makes the whole thing sound ... inorganic, almost. she's never been attuned to her spiritual side, but there's some blah blah balance avatar stuff going on in her, some direct argument against things that go against the natural way.
not that she thinks asami developing a way to get her pregnant with korra's lady jizz would upset the balance of the world. )
Who needs medical procedures?
( it's just that it's not the point. she'd love a child with one hundred percent fire nation blood as passionately and blindingly as she would one cut from her own swath of genetics - or even a child with neither of them in their chemical make up, an orphan from the earth kingdom maybe, or a baby in the water tribe. it doesn't matter. anything shared between them is sacred, and any child who could fall into their hands, regardless of their descent, wouldn't find two more loving parents than these girls, right here.
she wouldn't hate mako for being the biological father of her kids. she might love him more, even. )
You know Mako would jump at the chance to get back with you. ( it's a tease - he's undoubtedly the only one who would protest such a concept, and probably only from embarrassment. ) I'll play him. ( more jokes. she just means - her hands clasp on asami's sides more strongly, rolling her hips smoothly up to meet hers. if she had mako's dick, they both know where it'd be. )
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which means, frankly, it's time to scandalize her.
she purrs a bit, leans in and gives a slow, sensual curl of her hips right back. )
Actually, it was usually the other way around with Mako and I.
( Mmmhmm. )
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korra's been well on the receiving end of femme domme asami many times before. she'd be a hypocrite if she judged mako for liking it. )
Oh, yes, Ms. Sato. ( correction - ) Mrs. Sato.
( not that they're married yet, but the promise is almost good enough. korra's hands slip out of her blouse, only so far to tend to the buttons holding it together, plucking them eagerly off, one at a time. at the spread of cloth and unveiling of pale, perfect skin, korra softly lays her darker hand in the stretch of space between two breasts, the tip of her middle finger just brushing the gem of the engagement necklace. it's in direct contrast to the pure snow of her flesh - amazing, that for all fire nation asami is, she's so clearly the moon's twin, reflections of water sitting in the ample curves of her body.
that's how they are though, equal parts themselves and each other. the engagement stone is purple, the lovechild of blue and red passion.)
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Oh, I think we can call me Mrs. Avatar. Don't you?
( it's teasingly said. asami leans in to rub her nose playfully against korra's, and then to kiss her cheeks, her brow. her other hand slips down between them, fingers pressed up against korra through the fabric of her pants. it's nothing more insistent than a trailing stroke against her clit, slow and easy. )
I know you had this lovely evening planned for us, Korra, but... do you want to go back inside?
( it isn't that she's against the exhibitionism, it's simply that although she will roll around in dirt and grease for hours and never complain, one whisper of twigs in her hair is enough to be an instant and immediate turn-off. sorry, korra. picnic blankets in the middle of the garden may not be the place for love-making. )