Asami leans forward, her fingers threading through Korra’s hair, pushing it back. It flutters around her hand, and she makes a pleased sound in the back of her throat. “I still can’t get used to it. The entire time I’ve known you, your hair was always so long.”
Korra laughs, trying to fight back the blush threatening to overtake her face. She doesn’t want to give Asami the wrong impression or anything. Doesn’t want to make their friendship awkward. She’s kind of been there, done that. With Mako. With Bolin.
"Tell me about it," she says, letting Asami play with her hair as they take one of the few quiet moments still left in this world to pretend things are okay. "I don’t think it’s actually ever been this short anymore."
Asami’s pulling strands of it back now, tilting her head as if she’s trying to figure out how to make it work for her. “We can do so many cute things to it now.” There’s a pause. “For ceremonies and press releases, I mean.”
If Korra wasn’t sure she was crazy, she’s sure there’s the faintest of blushes on Asami’s cheeks.
Does Asami blush? She’s always so cool, collected. She’s always so amazing.
But there it is again, those weird and awkward friendship lines being crossed. People don’t think about their friends this way.
"You mean I still have to do that? Come on!” It’s a joke though, because honestly, Korra would let Asami do anything to her hair at this point.
Asami’s nose wrinkles, and she pulls back enough that Korra can see a light bouncing in her green eyes. “It’s beautiful however you want to do it, Korra. I just like imagining what I could do with it.”
Someone get her out of here, she’s going to die.
"Please don’t tell me you want to dress me up next."
Asami watches her for a moment, a smile playing at her lips, and there really is a blush staining her cheeks. “I don’t think you could blame me for wanting to see you trying on a few things I’ve picked out.”
Korra makes a face. “I’m sure nobody did this with Aang.”
"I’m sure Katara did," Asami points out.
"I’ll give you that but—"
"I’m trying to flirt with you here, Korra." She finally just blurts out, and Korra’s eyes widen, her heart pounding against her rib cage.
"…I knew that," she mutters, and Asami laughs, beautiful, free, totally at Korra and her lack of awareness.