Send me a pairing and a line of dialogue and I’ll write a thing
“Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?” Asami said over Korra’s loud guffawing.
“Not a chance! This is perfect blackmail material.”
“Right right! Sorry,” Korra replied in an entirely not sorry tone. “Actually, it’s kind of sweet. Totally hilarious and embarrassing on your part, but sweet.”
Asami’s face was beet red, which was a rather satisfying (satisfying to Korra’s smug little heart, that is) change from the woman’s normally calm and collected demeanor. However, at Korra’s words, Asami chanced a look up at her girlfriend’s smirking face — and the two of them promptly fell over together, clutching their sides in laughter.
“Just… just to clarify…” Korra said as she tried catch her breath. “You actually had a dream about me the night after we first met?”
Asami’s face, if it was possible, turned a shade darker red. She buried her face in her hands, letting out a muffled shut up.
“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. I mean I am the Avatar,” Korra went on, her tone one of mock arrogance. “I mean, who can resist this?” She threw her arms up and flexed her muscles before dissolving into yet another wave of laughter.
Asami glared daggers at Korra, which of course did nothing to discourage Korra’s teasing glances and sniggering.
“What was the dream even about?” Korra said, once she had managed to calm herself (or at least, once she was no longer in danger of falling into hysterical laughter once more).
Korra felt the change in the atmosphere a few seconds too slow. First, the blush faded from Asami’s cheeks. Second, a glint of mischief lit up Asami’s eyes. Third, a smirk that could rival Korra’s best smug expression settled across other woman’s face. Korra’s brain muddled, but she instinctively knew she was defeated before it even happened.
Asami tackled her into the grass of the meadow, and the two fell into a heavy kiss. Korra’s heart was beating so fast she thought it might fly out of her chest, but if it did she probably wouldn’t register it anyway. With the way Asami was biting Korra’s bottom lip, Korra thought that if touches could kill then this would not be such a bad way to go.
Just as the kiss was starting to get more heated and Korra was being pulled into a trance, Asami pulled away. Korra chased her lips for a moment, almost letting out a groan of disappointment at the abrupt end.
Asami had a smug smile on her face as she got to her feet. Spirits. Korra could face down a death ray with barely a flinch, but this woman always managed to make her pulse race and her limbs turn to jelly.
“The dream went a little bit like that, Avatar.”
“Maybe this can just stay between us.”
“That’s what I thought you’d say.”