Moving In
Asami had agonised over how to ask her. It wasn’t that she thought Korra would say no; for the last two months Korra had basically been living with her anyway. It’s that this mattered. This was a big step, and she wanted to do it right. She had to do it right. Because...Korra’s entrance from the bathroom derailed her train of thought. She was in her pyjamas, towel round her neck, short hair still a little damp from the shower, and even though she was utterly exhausted from a long day chasing triad members Asami still thought she looked utterly beautiful. Because of that. Because Asami wanted to see that sight every night. Because Asami couldn’t imagine a night without the mattress protesting as Korra dropped onto it overdramatically, curling up against her as if they’d been separated for days instead of a few minutes. And maybe it would have been a good moment to broach the subject, but it was easier just to turn off the light and let Korra pull her closer. Before she dozed off Asami wondered briefly what the triads would think if they knew that the same woman that had put six of them in hospital (Korra, for all that she’d reined in her temper, still had something of a short fuse when it came to people recklessly endangering civilians, particularly children), and another ten behind bars that day alone, clung like a koala when she was sleepy.
Korra did not do mornings by choice, but as ever she managed to make it out of bed, shambling down to the kitchen to sit half-asleep in the kitchen table, coffee mug in hand, as Asami got ready to face the day, and give her a kiss goodbye at the door. And again the feeling crashed over Asami. This. This forever.
It was a week later when it all came to the surface once more. Korra had been away in the newly minted Earth Republic, helping to settle a border dispute. She’d come through from the garden, having jumped off the bison over Asami’s place, and was barely through the door when Asami blurted out;
“Move in with me.”
Korra blinked. And frowned. Fuck. Asami was panicking internally. I moved too fact, I freaked her out, I...
“Asami, I moved in like, two months ago.”
...huh?
Asami stared at the chest of drawers she’d given over to Korra when she’d started spending more time at the mansion.
“This is...you haven’t even filled them,” Asami said, confused, and Korra laughed.
“Asami, I don’t have a job. No income, so it’s not like I can buy much stuff. The White Lotus,” Korra’s voice took on the usual slightly strained tone it did when she had to discuss her childhood, “well, they weren’t exactly keen on me having much as a kid. Too distracting, apparently. Not many shops in that part of the South Pole anyway. Long story short, you can fit everything I own comfortably on Naga, twice over.”
Asami looked at the rather Spartan chest of drawers, to her own walk-in wardrobe, and back to Korra.
“Well now I feel like a prat for not noticing.”
"Be that as it may," Korra grinned, taking her hand. "You're my prat. And I wouldn't want to be with anyone else, or live anywhere else, even if you do have the observational skills of a gnat on occasion."
Korra very graciously waited two whole days before she started making jokes about it with their friends. Asami was fairly certain she was never going to live it down, but provided she could hide her blush in by burying her face in Korra’s shoulder she found she didn’t really mind.