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“Hey Asami, maybe you can be my date to Eska’s wedding!”
Asami gulped. This is how I die, she thought. Death by Korra.
“Like,” Asami swallowed again, trying to get some moisture into her mouth. “Like as friends?”
“Come on, you know what I meant, Eska’d never be okay with me bringing a friend,” Korra said.
“Would she be okay with us, you know, both being girls?”
“Oh god yeah, Water Nations are totally fine with that. In fact,” Korra said, eyes brimming with an electric energy Asami frequently got lost in[1]. “We can pretend to be married! That way even my most persistent aunties will have to leave me alone! Oh please, please Asami, pleeease?”
It’s not like she and Korra didn’t spend most of their free time together anyway. It’s not like they didn’t share an apartment. It’s not like they didn’t already cuddle on this very couch during Netflix binges[2]. A few days sharing a room (and Christ, probably a bed) together would hardly be different. Nope. Not different at all.
It’s not like I’ve ever been able to say no to her anyway.
“Of course I will, Korra.”
Korra launched herself across the couch to tackle Asami in a hug. Asami pretended she was breathless because of the force of it, rather than the feeling of Korra’s face pressing into her neck.
“Thank you Sami thank you thank you! We’re gonna have so much fun!”
“Yeah,” said Asami, hands clenched with the effort of not threading themselves through Korra’s hair. “So much fun.”
[1] Also on the list of Things About Korra That Drive Asami To Distraction: the little whispies of hair Korra always missed when tying up her ponytail, the three prominent freckles on Korra’s throat, and her ass
[2] Currently: Orange is the New Black. Previously: Bojack Horseman. Never again: Breaking Bad. Korra was sympathetic to Walter White and Asami would go purple in the face arguing what an irredeemable monster he was, until a remote was broken and the roommates agreed to watch it separately