domestic
Lin trudged up the narrow hallway leading up to her apartment. For once in a blue moon, she was coming home not only at a reasonable hour, but with the absence of the usually overwhelming exhaustion she felt as she got older, and without a myriad of bruises or lacerations. Kya would be pleased.
As she neared her apartment door, Lin could hear the faint noise of the record player now taking up space in the corner of her apartment; courtesy of Kya of course. She'd dragged Lin out shopping a couple weeks ago, and insisted that she buy it to spruce their apartment up. Lin had argued that she didn't even own any records to play in it, but Kya had begged and pouted until Lin finally relented. Then of course, they had to spend the rest of the day shopping for actual records to go along with it. It was nightmarish, to say the least, but Kya was there. Lin supposed that was all that really mattered.
And that was their relationship, Lin liked to believe. Kya would consistently drag her along to things Lin found completely and utterly abhorrent; dinner at Air Temple island, babysitting the airbender kids, even double dates with Asami and Korra sometimes. But as much as Lin detested the social engagements that Kya loved, she could never tell that woman no. Perhaps that was her punishment for falling in love with a social butterfly. But she supposed she really couldn't complain. But even so, while evenings out didn't completely vex her anymore, Lin still preferred the quiet nights in; nights where she could curl up with a good book, and with Kya. Nights like those were her favorite.
The metal lock on her apartment door slid open under the wave of her hand, and Lin stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Bending off her armor, she glanced around the living room; the record player still spinning in a slow rhythm by the corner. Hearing noises in the kitchen, Lin made her way over to investigate. Entering, she found Kya facing away from her, stirring something in a pan on the stove. Obviously not hearing Lin come in, Kya hummed quietly along to the music as she retained her focus on the dish in front of her.
Lin quietly came up behind her and placed a hand on Kya's hip in lieu of a verbal greeting. Kya turned around a little to accept the following kiss of acknowledgement Lin pressed to her lips.
"Welcome home chief." Kya grinned and threw a gleeful wink over her shoulder. Lin squeezed her hip lightly in response, peering over Kya's shoulder to look at whatever was sizzling in the pan.
"What are you making?" Lin glanced at the pan of orange noodles Kya was stirring. Tofu pad thai. Her favorite.
Kya smiled triumphantly as Lin eyed the noddles in awed realization. "There's firewine on the counter." Lin turned her attention to the kitchen counter, where sure enough, a bottle of red firewine took residence. Lin patted Kya's hip again before making her way over to one of the cabinets, producing two wine glasses and a cork opener. She poured two glasses, handing one to Kya, who took a sip and placed it on the counter next to the stove. Lin settled her weight on the side of the counter and faced her lover.
"Is there some special occasion I need to know about?" Lin raised an eyebrow in perplexed amusement and Kya chuckled lightly.
"Can't I make dinner for my amazing, hardworking, smoking hot girlfriend?" Kya teased. Lin rolled her eyes and took a sip from her glass. Kya turned to look at her and offered Lin a sweet smile. "Besides, I think we deserve a quiet night in, don't you agree?" Lin nodded her head in complete agreement. She never thought she would be one for typical romantic domesticity, but Lin couldn't think of anything else better than a quiet night in with Kya.
Moving a little closer, Lin reached out and tilted Kya's chin towards hers, capturing her lips in a soft kiss.
"Thank you." Lin whispered against her lips, and Kya grinned and kissed her again.
"You can thank me later, chief." Kya patted her cheek with a smile. "Let's eat."