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She wanted to cry as she finished her jog, Naga right there next to her ready to be put to work, but Asami was good. It had been seven months now since the accident and to her complete disbelief and utter amazement, Asami felt like her old self once again. Very rarely will she feel a weird tweak in her pelvis when she moved a certain way, but it didn’t hurt. Nothing hurt anymore and she wondered what she could do for her medical team that would show her gratitude enough. Maybe sponsor a new orthopedics wing, donate to research, who knows? She’ll figure it out.
She poured some water for Naga once they got inside and downed her own cup quickly after. She had set a goal a little over a month ago to be able to jog ten miles and today she had accomplished it. The last few months had been bitter work, but with Korra right next to her through it all she had persevered. The constant praise and motivation had egged her on, and it was wonderful. Korra was wonderful.
The both of them finally went back to work full time, which Korra tried to fight valiantly because she wanted to be there for Asami whenever she needed, but they were pretty much back into the swing of things. Life had been normal, in a sense, these last few weeks and today with her jog just really solidified in her that she was ok, that something very bad happened to her but she worked hard to mend herself up. She let happy tears fall as she showered and thought of what a dark place she had been in for so long.
Korra would tell her so many times not to dwell on it, that worrying about those thoughts only made it worse, and of course she was right. Some nights when they were wrapped up together, wonderfully naked and content in listening to each other breathe, Korra would whisper about how proud she was. She would open up about her own troubles, about thoughts she had never told anyone before, and being able to know what each other had gone through made their relationship that much stronger.
In a way, everything was perfect. They went on dates, Korra had been teaching her how to cook, they really had just been spending as much time as possible learning each other and learning how to be a couple. They had their arguments of course, but even those were resolved quickly. Things were good, really really good, and Asami was happier than she had ever been.
It was just that...Korra was still so gentle. So. Fucking. Gentle. And Asami really needed her not to be.
Their sex now was good, and ok, good was an understatement. Their sex was amazing and she wasn’t complaining at all, Korra had this way with her tongue that had Asami breathless most nights, but something was missing. Korra was always so controlled, so focused, so determined to be as gentle as possible and Asami needed her to just...not do that. After her shower she went to her sex box and cleaned off the strap on. At seven months with no use it practically needed to be dusted but she licked her lips and smiled. Time to bring out the big guns.
Korra came over a little while later, freshly showered and fucking hot, and Asami watched in silence as her girlfriend made them dinner. She loved to sit there and just marvel in the fact that yes, this woman, this wonderful and amazing and show-stopping woman, was hers.
After they ate and cleaned up Asami hopped onto the counter and pulled Korra between her legs. “I have something for you upstairs.”
Korra pecked her lips and smiled. “What is it?”
Asami scratched the back of her neck exactly how she knew Korra liked it and leaned forward. “Why don’t you take me up there and we can find out.”
Korra gulped and nodded, taking a step back to hold out her hand but Asami shook her head and waited for her to get the hint. She was given an unimpressed look before Korra shook her head with a smile. “Anyone ever tell you that you’re difficult sometimes?” But Asami didn’t get a chance to answer because she was thrown over that wonderful shoulder and Korra was basically bounding upstairs. She missed this.
A hand smacked her ass before setting her down next to the bed and while it wasn’t as hard as she knew Korra wanted to smack, it was something. Asami walked away and got the chair from the closet she had put in there earlier, bringing it out to the middle of her room before making Korra sit. Those blue eyes were confused for a second until she walked over to her stereo and put on a song, that song from that night, and then blue eyes went wide. That’s it, Korra. She turned it up so they could feel the bass shake and Asami really felt the music this time, it was just them. She could do whatever she wanted.
She could feel those eyes locked on as she swayed her hips, she turned to find Korra already white knuckling the chair and a smile crept onto her face. Yes, lose that control, Korra, we both know you want to. It was so easy to get her riled up, all Asami had to do was straddle those strong thighs and grind her hips to the beat, but she wasn’t going to be that nice today. She ghosted her mouth along Korra’s neck and whispered filthy things into her ear, but when hands grabbed her ass and brought her in she bit Korra’s earlobe and pulled away.
“No touching,” she said and left Korra’s lap to dance in front of her for a second before walking around behind. Asami took off her shirt and threw it where Korra could see and she watched hands clench the chair even harder. This was fun, and Asami wondered why she hadn’t given her another lap dance yet, but no time for other thoughts, she needed to move. She came back around front and rolled her body to the beat, fire rising on her skin as Korra gasped. Oh this was too good.
She dropped to her knees and crawled towards the panting woman, coming up and spreading her legs apart. Korra’s moan almost made her lose it but the song was almost over now so Asami just pulled herself up, getting close enough to almost kiss those open, needy lips, but spun at the last second and sat down with her back facing her. Asami rolled her hips as she took off her bra and threw that away too, she knew that Korra loved to watch her from behind and the soft ‘fuck’ she heard muttered only solidified that fact. She rode that lap like she was fucking a toy, hoping that it would come true soon enough, and felt hips try and meet her own rhythm.
She leaned back so Korra could get a full view of her front and whispered, “touch me.”
Hot, sweaty hands were on her thighs as Asami swayed to the end of the song, grabbing every inch of skin they could touch to bring her closer. It wasn’t in beat to the rhythm but she started to bounce her ass and she could feel Korra tighten everything.
“Holy fuck, shit,” she moaned and placed her hands under Asami’s ass to help her bounced. It made Asami’s eyes nearly roll back in lusty need. “Fuck, Asami, your ass! I just-“ she wrapped her arms around her middle and pulled hard, hips rising up and trying to get some sort of friction. “I need you, Asami.”
Finally. She peeled off Korra’s strong arms and stood up. “You have me.” And oh spirits was that true. She had her, all of her, and Asami never wanted anyone else. She walked to her dresser and pulled out the strap, shivering at the thought of when Korra last used it, and walked back over.
“Are you sure?” Korra asked skeptically when she saw it so Asami took her pants and underwear off in reply.
“I’m sure, Korra,” she said when the woman still hadn’t taken it. “Please, I trust you.”
Korra took a deep breath before standing up and nodding. Asami gave her the toy and went to sit on the bed and watch the show. She loved seeing Korra get undressed, not only because she had the most exquisite body, but there was something so settling and satisfying to watch each article of clothing come off. It was like her own gift every time, seeing that raw power ripple in need for her. The thought of it all made Asami squeeze her legs together in anticipation.
Korra fitted on the strap and started to walk towards her while putting her hair up in a ponytail and FUCK, what a sight. She knew the asshole always did that on purpose, her muscles popping so beautifully with her arms raised like that, and Asami needed her inside. Now.
She scooted back in the bed and let Korra crawl to her and she moaned at the sight. That dance had turned her on so much and Asami couldn’t remember the last time she was this needy, it was probably their first night together. Something about the air felt wild and she wanted to get lost in it, want to get lost in Korra. Her hips canted of their own accord when she felt the dildo rest on her stomach, Korra leaning down to slot their lips together tenderly and Asami pulled her in close. Sturdy, hot weight kept her in place while Korra’s tongue worked its magic against her own and Asami was slowly turning into a mewling mess.
“Korra, please.” She gasped as lips trailed a blaze down her jaw and neck. She would have almost been embarrassed at how needy she sounded but Korra smiled against her skin and she felt a hot hand travel down her body, stomach clenching as two fingers slid through her folds.
“Shit, Asami,” Korra groaned and bit gently, causing her stomach to clench again. “You’re so wet.” She came back up to claim her mouth and sank two fingers in easily, Asami’s back arching at the delicious stretch. Korra curled and pumped slowly, letting her get used to it before pulling out. Asami wanted to argue but then the toy was lined up at her entrance and there was no reason to complain anymore. Korra’s eyes searched her own for permission and Asami nodded eagerly. Just get that fucking thing inside, already!
Korra pushed in slowly, watching her the whole time, until she was completely hilted inside. Every nerve was popping at the feeling and she could feel her neck tense up with the pleasure, body tingling as Korra dropped small, sweet kisses over her face.
“You ok?” She asked.
“More than ok,” Asami replied. “I’m ok,” she added for Korra’s sake and she finally started to move. Her walls clenched every time she pulled out, chasing that full feeling, and she started to rock her hips into each thrust. It had been so long, too damn long, and all she wanted was to forget her own damn name, but Korra was still being fucking gentle.
“Korra, I need more,” she pleaded, desperate for something she couldn’t give herself. She had fallen for Korra because she knew the woman was so powerful, could be so wild and out of control. It was a balance she knew they would be able to circle around, Asami had never known another woman to be like her and it’s all she wanted. She needed Korra, she needed her to realized that she wasn’t glass.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Asami.” Her eyes looked worried and it broke her heart a little, but it was also annoying. She didn’t put in all this work to be treated like some pretty princess. She needed to be fucked.
“Korra, if you fucked me hard enough to damage the titanium plates in my pelvis I would literally thank you, do you understand that?”
“But-“
“I’m not broken, damn it!” She was getting annoyed now but couldn’t stay mad at those damn blue eyes. She knew that Korra was only looking out for her, but Asami knew her own limits. “Get on your back.”
Korra only hesitated for a second before pulling out and doing what she was told. Good girl. This time, however, Asami straddled Korra with her back facing towards her and Korra groaned. “Holy shit.”
She felt powerful now, she was in control and Asami knew that this position would drive Korra absolutely wild. She sank back onto the toy easily, letting it stretch before she started to ride it. She switched up some angles until she found a good rhythm and let herself get lost for a bit. Korra was muttering little expletives to herself and Asami wondered when she would let go and give in. Hands grasped her hips and she thought it might come then, but they just held on to her. Well fine then, be that way.
Asami grabbed all of her hair and held it above her head, elongating her back as she started to do that delicious rise, tilt, slide motion. The high pitched moan it got out of Korra had Asami smiling and working harder, she could sense it was coming. She pumped a little harder and could feel those thighs tense below her.
“Hohh-fuck, Asami!” And hips snapped up to meet her own, the movement grinding her to a halt as a lightning bolt of pleasure split through her body and she cried out at the feeling. “Shit, did I hurt you? I’m so sorry Asami I-“
“Korra,” she said slowly and turned her head to make a point. “Don’t you dare, fucking, stop. Do you hear me?”
Blue eyes closed slowly before opening back up and there she was, there’s the woman Asami had been trying to find. She turned back around and started back up, choking back a scream every time Korra’s hips snapped up into hers. She could feel the hair on her neck stick up with each bolt up her spine, the full and incredible feeling of being fucked so good making the goosebumps almost permanent on her skin. Asami leaned forward and placed her hands on the bed, needing something to hold onto while her hips bounced up and down and she never wanted this to end. Korra held onto her ass to lift and pull down hard for each thrust and it had three little words nearly tumbling from her mouth. She could feel the pressure build deep in her gut and Asami let herself tumble into an earth shattering orgasm, ripping her apart so suddenly that she nearly fell over with the force of it.
Korra rocked her hips as the waves of her orgasm crashed over her and it only elongated Asami’s pleasure. Fuck, she was so good at this, and before she knew it Asami was on her knees and Korra was running her hands up the back of her thighs. Yes yes yes, please yes. A hand made contact with her ass and her whole body twitched. “Fuck, Korra,” please don’t stop. A hand slapped the other cheek and she hardly bit back the keening moan which earned her another smack before the toy was at her entrance again and Asami pushed back against it to hilt herself.
“I want to hear you, Asami,” Korra said in that commanding voice and it made her drip. “Don’t hold back.”
And like she had a choice when Korra started pounding into her, there was nothing in the world that could keep her voice at bay. She grasped onto the sheets with everything she had to hold herself in place while Korra drove harder and harder into her, hands grasping so tight at her hips they were bound to leave bruises again, but she didn’t care. A pillow found its way under her stomach and Asami collapsed onto it, Korra following easily and the change in position had her begging for release. She knew this one was going to be a big one as hands pinned her down by the base of her back and each thrust damn near rearranged her insides.
It was all she ever wanted and needed, ever since the first time she laid eyes on that incredible tan skin and blue eyes. Korra was something else entirely, almost a different kind of human, she was special. She knew exactly what Asami needed pretty much every time, even when Asami herself didn’t know. She could be so sweet, gentle, and caring but she could also lose control and be an absolute beast like she was now and Asami couldn’t stop the white lights that made her eyes roll back as another orgasm slammed into her.
Korra was already laying down next to her when Asami came down from her high, not unlike that first time she nearly passed out with the force of her orgasm, and she just had to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Korra asked and brushed away some of the hair that had been thoroughly fucked into her face.
“I’m just-“ she was still panting and needed a moment. “I’m just so in love with you.”
Korra’s hand stopped brushing her hair back and she looked at Asami in wonder, mouth falling open slightly. Her hair was tousled and sticky, face sheen with sweat from the exertion, and Asami thought that nothing had ever looked so beautiful. “So in love with you,” she muttered again, not a laugh in sight this time. Her heart throbbed as Korra searched her face for any sign of a joke but she found none.
“I love you too, Asami,” she muttered softly and those damn blue eyes filled with tears.
“You do?” She must look just as shocked and in awe as Korra had been moments before because now Korra was laughing.
“Of course I do, you dork!” She swooped down and kissed her quickly, the feeling still making her warm from her head to her toes. “Do you think I’d give just anyone my dog?”
There was so much more that Korra did than that but Asami just pushed her into her back and sat in her lap. Korra was surprised for a second but then put her hands behind her head and was happy to gaze up. How she didn’t see it before, Asami didn’t know, but all those eyes said to her was love love love, and thinking back, hadn’t it always been? Maybe not the love it was now but there had always been a draw, a need to be around each other that seemed invariably inexplicable, but she understood it now. Love, deep, protective, amazing love that compelled her to do whatever Korra needed, and it must have been the same for the woman looking up at her. It seemed so simple in that very moment, to imagine a life just like this, right here. Maybe not to be fucked senseless every night like she just was, but Asami figured that as long as Korra was there, she would be happy.
“How did I get so lucky?” She asked in wonder, in complete and utter awe of the woman below her.
Korra smiled and raised herself up onto her elbows. “By helping some idiot who decided to stick her hand into a hot engine.”
“I guess I’m just lucky that person was as hot as that engine was.”
“Oh shut up,” Korra said and flipped her over, effectively shutting her up with her mouth and they got lost in each other’s lips, content in just feeling one another until Korra’s hips pressed down and Asami began to burn again.
She put her hand between them and lined Korra up expertly, head rolling back when she pushed in slowly, and this time was different. Korra wasn’t worried about hurting her but she wanted to milk every sound, every twitch, every gasp. This was for her, to let her watch Asami writhe in pleasure and be connected with one another. Korra rested her forehead on Asami’s, rolling her hips again and again and again, blue locked into green and her eyes screamed the same thing with every thrust.
Love love love love.
And Asami would do anything for her to keep her feeling so loved, that was a simple truth.
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And that next morning, when Asami woke up again wrapped up in hot arms and soft breaths against her neck, she stayed.
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“Honey, I’m home!” Korra could hear the little laugh coming from the kitchen and she smiled as she walked towards it, smiling wider when Asami finally came into view. That’ll never get old. She came up from behind and slid her hands around that waist she knew perfectly and they swayed together while pale hands stirred their dinner.
“You stink,” Asami said finally and Korra bit her neck. “Hey! Hot pan.”
“Be nice to me,” Korra said and kissed the spot, returning to their sway. “Your neighbors are far needier customers than you ever were.”
“Oh I was needy alright.” Asami pushed her ass back into Korra’s hips and they laughed. “But really, how was I supposed to know that they would all want you to redo their kitchens when we had that block party dinner?”
She groaned in remembrance at how many families that lived around Asami, around them now, had fought for Korra to do their kitchens and homes first. It had been overwhelming, rich people fighting for her by offering more and more each time, but they all got it worked out eventually. It was steady work so she couldn’t complain. Well, it was more than steady really, she had earned more money in the last few months than she had in the last few years from those commissions, but that’s just how things go when you have good connections.
“We’re never hosting that block party dinner again.” The party had been quite fun, getting to know the neighbors and actually becoming a little part of their community, but it still had been so much prep work and cleanup.
Asami just shrugged and Korra kissed that spot on her neck again for good measure before letting go. “That smells good,” she sniffed the air, getting both a whiff of their dinner and of Asami, “what is it?”
“A new recipe your mom sent me,” she said and Korra huffed.
“She always sends you recipes and not me.”
“Korra, we live together.” She pushed the pan back a little and turned to wrap her arms around Korra’s neck, bringing her back in. “And I’m on my phone more than you, of course she sends them to me.”
She pouted. “I think they like you better than me.”
Asami shrugged and kissed her hard, making her dizzy. “I like you the best, at least.”
“I’ll take it,” she said with a smile and smiled wider when green eyes rolled hard. “I’m going to go shower, since apparently I stink, and I’ll be down in a bit.”
She smacked Asami’s butt before walking off, Naga getting up off her spot on the floor lazily to follow, and Korra headed upstairs. She really wasn’t upset if her parents did like Asami better, she completely understood, really. A few months after they officially became girlfriends, Korra took Asami home South to visit where she grew up and to finally meet the two of the most important people in her life.
Korra hardly got to see her girlfriend that whole week.
Asami had been taken away by her mom to show all of Korra’s baby pictures and teach her some home cooking while her dad had snagged her up to help fix old machines. One day the two of them were in the garage from sunrise to sunset, and then came back inside to sit in her dad's study and drink whiskey, without inviting Korra.
No, she didn’t mind it at all, because it was about damn time Asami got proper, unconditional love from parents. Not that she hadn’t been loved by her own, but at the end of Hiroshi Sato’s life and his involvement with underground gangs, it had been some years since she had received the tender love from a parent. Seeing the three of them together just slid in another puzzle piece in Korra’s heart, that she was a perfect fit.
Since moving in almost a year ago, she and Asami had moved some things around in the house, the main part being a large portion of the back wing - yes, wing - of the house being demolished to build an entirely new workshop for the both of them. Asami’s workshop had been nice and spacious, but after the accident, it just had been too much for her to handle. Not only that, but with Korra moving in and bringing all of her own tools in tow, they just needed a bigger space.
Watching Asami in her hard hat while driving a bulldozer into the side of their house had been a moment to remember for Korra. Green eyes gleamed at tearing down the old, and showing those pale hands how to measure and slot pieces of wood together as they rebuilt a new shop together? Korra felt another puzzle piece slide into that place in her life. Asami was a perfect fit.
With the house a bit smaller now from the remodel it took to build the new shop, Korra found it a lot easier to navigate the halls. Slowly they were changing things, rebuilding, repainting, and making it something of their own. She had worried a little bit on whether Asami would be ok with having some of her Water Tribe pieces around the house, but there wasn’t a need to worry. Somehow everything tied in together perfectly. It was fun being able to demolish things together, knowing that they were changing it to be something that they wanted. Seeing Asami lift up as the weight of her past left her for good? Now that was amazing.
Double dates turned into a weekly thing for them once Asami had healed, mind and body. Well, it was more like double and a half dates, since Mako usually tagged along. While he had been awkward that day so long ago, he had finally gotten over the fact that his two exes, that he cheated on with for each other, were now dating. Opal and Asami would cheer the three of them on from the stands during their hockey games, of which the latter woman had realized how much she really liked Korra in hockey gear, and things had really been good. Everything they did together was filled with fun and the five of them just had an easy friendship that she could feel would almost transcend lifetimes, if that was even a thing.
And Asami? She was just, well, Korra couldn’t really think of words adequate enough to describe her. Or there weren’t enough, at least.
She was enchanting, the way she moved and smiled always had Korra star struck at the easy grace of all of her movements. From writing a grocery list, to fixing their broken lathe, to every lap dance (which had easily become a regular thing), Asami was smooth and calculated with everything she did.
She was a quick learner, a very quick learner, and Korra should have known from the very beginning that Asami would always be giving her a run for her money. For someone who had never cooked in her life, Asami had mastered the art in hardly a few weeks once she actually got Korra to teach her. What? She had asked when Korra looked at her in awe one day before they lived together and she came over after work. Asami had already had dinner ready and plated by the time she got there. A recipe is basically an instruction manual for food, the ingredients are the parts and you put them together a certain way. It’s easy.
Korra had just kissed her stupid at that, dinner forgotten about for a little bit. Of course her genius of a girlfriend would figure out a way to relate food to machine parts. She was such a nerd and Korra loved it. She loved her, she loved her with every fiber of her being.
She loved her when she was a mess, she loved her when she forgot to fold the laundry, she loved her while she was a bitch, and she loved her while they loved. And oh, did they love. Still now, a little after two years of being together, Korra’s breath caught in her throat just thinking about Asami. About what it feels like to run her fingers through silky black hair, about the tender flesh in the dip of her collarbone that could make her squeal, about those scars she watched fade, the scars she still kissed in remembrance of a time where she might have lost all of this.
Might have lost all of Asami.
And what would a life of that be like? She never wanted to know. So when Korra got dressed and slipped that ring into her pocket, she hoped the answer Asami gave her would allow her to never have to live a life without waking up to those groggy green eyes every morning.
She walked back through the halls slowly, gazing on all of the pictures they had hung of the things they loved most, of times together they wanted to be able to look back on every day. There was their first vacation together, to some odd amusement park called “The Spirit Wilds,” but it had turned out to be a lot of fun, even if Korra did break her finger on a rock. There were countless of them together, building or cooking, little slices of heaven that may not have seemed like much in the moment but looking back, they’re all important.
There were pictures of them with Korra’s parents in the snow, noses pink and smiles wide from the snowball fight that had just occurred. There were a few of their group of five, but as Korra reached the end of the hall before the stairs, she stopped at a photo.
It was the five of them, dressed to the nines, smiles wide and tears brimming eyelids as Opal and Bolin raised their joined hands in the air, having just said “I do.” Their wedding was beautiful, Opal’s mother made absolutely sure of that, and you could feel the love of that night come through the picture that now hung on their wall.
Could they have the same?
As she watched Asami only minutes later talk about a new project at work, forgetting the food in front of her in her excitement, Korra thought yes. Yes of course they could have that love and that happiness, because hadn’t it always been there? She was just as happy now as she had been the first time the two of them talked, just as happy as she was lifting Asami in and out of her wheelchair, and she knew they would be just as happy 20 years from now.
She cleaned up from dinner while Asami hopped up on the counter to watch. It was their easy nightly ritual, Asami would cook and she would clean, or vice versa, but Asami always wound up on the counter somehow and Korra would slide expertly between her legs. Tonight was no different as her arms wrapped around that strong stomach and she slid her fingertips under the hem of Asami’s shirt.
Her skin was so soft.
She knew every angle, every dip and crack, every freckle and tiny birthmark; she had charted Asami’s skin almost obsessively, reverently. Korra relished in finding new ways to make her shiver, moan, squeak and even though it was fun to find new spots, she always knew the best ones. Her fingertips pressed into the small of Asami’s back and pulled her a little closer, fitting perfectly. She had asked her once, if Korra had made this countertop height at the perfect level for them to be able to do this, but it really had just been coincidence. A happy coincidence, that was, as it really was just the perfect height.
She tilted her head back slightly and smiled, her pocket practically buzzing but her heartbeat was steady. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Asami replied and gave her a kiss.
“There’s something I want to tell you,” Korra said and thrummed her fingers where they lay under that shirt. Asami raised both of her eyebrows in an offer for her to continue and Korra huffed out a laugh. “When they were transporting you to the hospital that morning of your accident...” she paused slightly but with Asami’s soft smile, Korra carried on. “They weren’t going to let me in the ambulance so I told them you were my fiancée so they’d let me on.”
Asami’s eyebrows shot into her hairline for a second before she tilted her head back and laughed. She had such a beautiful laugh and Korra just held her tighter through it.
“Why?” Asami asked, a laugh still in her throat.
“Because you have to be family to go in there!” She tried to argue and it made Asami laugh harder. “I didn’t want you out of my sight! I had to do something. Siblings is a little far fetched,” she nudged their contrasting arms together, “and if I said wife I might have been saddled with your medical bills.”
“Healthcare is free, Korra.”
“Whatever,” she huffed, “I’m just being dramatic.”
“Clearly,” Asami said with a smile and wrapped her arms back around Korra’s neck, scratching lightly at that one perfect spot. “So why are you just telling me this now?”
Perfect. “Well,” she said as she reached into her pocket, “I was sort of hoping that we could make that fiancée thing official.” She held up the ring in front of Asami’s face and watched it turn from amused to shocked. “Asami, will you marry me?”
She already knew the answer, kind of. They had talked about it many times before, but the shock of the moment was still the best part. Watching tears well in those green eyes she loved beyond compare, a smile splitting that beautiful face, Korra could feel one of the biggest pieces of her heart slide into place.
“Yes! Yes, fuck! Of course I’ll marry you.”
And as she slid the ring onto that beautiful finger they both started crying like idiots, faces wet when they met for a hot kiss, full of need, want, and love.
Love love love love.