( 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. )
( 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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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. )