[Written for Korrasami Wedding Day. I cheated a little, because I wanted to a prompt from this list – in this case, “We’ve been dating forever, and you just caught the bouquet at our friend’s wedding." So it’s more Korrasami engagement than wedding, but hopefully still cute!
Korra and Asami get ready for Opal and Bolin’s wedding. T, 3.2k words. Entirely fluff.]
The Ground Far Below
The alarm clock blared to deafening, hateful life. Korra pulled another pillow on top of her head with a dramatic groan. It drowned out the ringing and the traces of light invading through the drawn curtains, but somehow couldn’t block the sound of Asami pointedly clearing her throat.
She made a strangled, pleading noise into the pillows.
“I’m going to interpret that as ‘Yes, Asami, you were right about Opal’s bachelorette party, and you are a gem among women for making me hangover breakfast.'”
The spike of horror that shot through Korra made her sit straight up, knocking her improvised pillow fort to the ground.
“Is the kitchen on fire? You know you can aways drag me out of bed if the kitchen’s on fire.”
Asami was smirking, leaning in the doorway of the bedroom with her arms crossed. “I don’t see why we have to keep bringing that up. Okay, so this gem-among-women brought you carry-out from the diner. And,” Asami unfolded her arms and strode over the the bed, “that got you more or less upright, so it’s been a pretty successful morning.”