Chill and Netflix
“So, what are you in the mood for tonight?” Korra asked, plopping down on the couch and pulling up the Netflix app on their smartTV. Wednesday night was movie night in the Sato home. They were always in the middle of some show or other, but that was for the rest of the week. Wednesdays were more relaxed, less speculation about plot and discussion about characters. They would just pick a movie they hadn’t seen yet, or sometimes an old favorite, and pay however much attention to it they felt like.
“Isn’t it your turn to pick?” Asami called from the kitchen where she was finishing cleaning their dinner dishes.
“Nope, I picked last week.”
“Oh really,” Asami quipped, tossing the towel onto the counter and making her way to the couch as well. “And what did you choose last week?”
“I picked… okay fine, you caught me. It’s my turn. But I’m up for just about anything tonight, I’m never gonna be able to decide. You take it this week.”
Asami rolled her eyes with a smile. Korra made up an excuse to have Asami choose the movie almost every other time it was her turn. It had gotten to the point that Asami had started to feel bad about choosing three quarters of their movies, and she’d started to pick ones that she expected Korra to like to compensate. As such, when they started scrolling through their queue, Asami quickly settled on an action flick, something they both always enjoyed.
“Iron Man 3,” she pointed as Korra clicked quickly through the list, causing her girlfriend to suddenly reverse direction to scroll back to the movie she’d already passed. “I heard it’s pretty emotional, and that lots of stuff explodes. Sound good?”
“You’re the one picking,” Korra sang back. “But yeah, sounds good to me.” She leaned back into the sofa as she pressed play, throwing one arm around Asami’s shoulders when she snuggled in and rested her head against Korra’s shoulder. As the opening of the film rolled, they chatted briefly, reminding each other of what happened in the previous movies since it had been awhile since those had made their appearances on Sato movie night.
It wasn’t long before the pair had shifted to lay across the couch rather than sitting on it. Korra’s head rested on the cushioned arm of the sofa, one arm threaded under Asami’s head to allow her bicep to serve as a pillow. Asami was hugging the lower arm to her chest, fingers of one hand slowly and idly running up and down the soft but toned skin between the inside of Korra’s wrist and elbow.
The sensation sent shivers down Korra’s spine, which made Asami stop and turn to look at her. When Korra’s attention didn’t drift from the screen, she settled back as she was. When her soft stroking of Korra’s arm began again and another shiver ran through the toned muscle beneath beneath her ear, Asami caught on and smirked. She left Korra’s arm alone, and instead slowly shifted one arm around to reach behind her, lifting the edge of Korra’s shirt and running her thumb along the bare stomach underneath. The sharp intake of breath behind her made her giggle before a puff of air hit the back of her head.
As Asami’s arms returned to hugging the one they had of Korra’s, albeit without any distracting stroking this time, Korra moved her other down to hug her girlfriend closer. Only a few minutes later, Asami found herself distracted from the movie again, instead focusing on Korra’s fingers rubbing small circles into her stomach. She hummed and Korra’s fingers stopped, then started up again as she felt Korra shift down to kiss the top of her head. Apparently she hadn’t been aware of her idle fingers either, but was choosing to keep them going now.
They relaxed like that for a while, Asami gently massaging the back of Korra’s arm as Korra lightly rubbed her stomach, just enjoying the sensations of being with each other. The soft touches were calming, a stark contrast to the suspense and drama of the film. Eventually, Korra’s hand drifted away from Asami’s stomach, and she gave the arm she was still hugging a loving squeeze before releasing it, assuming that Korra was content with the contact for now and that the movie had recaptured her focus. Instead, she felt Korra’s fingers against her neck a moment later before they slid up into her black waves of hair.
She closed her eyes as Korra began massaging her scalp, the strong fingers gripping against her skin tenderly and sliding through her dark locks effortlessly. She released another appreciative hum, but this one did nothing to stop Korra’s fingers. They lifted from her head only to comb through the length of her hair, letting it tumble back over her shoulders as they returned to massage again.
She didn’t know how long she laid there, just letting Korra play with her hair, but at length she pressed a kiss to the arm that her head rested on, then gently nibbled at the sensitive skin. Korra’s hand balled into her hair briefly as her breath caught, and when Asami felt the hold loosen she quickly turned over, pulling her hair from between Korra’s fingers and wrapping her arms around her neck. She tugged lightly, and Korra smiled as she obliged and scooted down, removing her arm from under Asami and then dropping her head to rest on the couch cushions next to her girlfriend’s.
One of Asami’s hands immediately found it’s way back around to Korra’s cheek as she leaned in. Korra tilted her head to the side a bit as Asami leaned in, their lips pressing together in a loving kiss. There was no fire in this kiss, no burning need, just a simple but powerful warmth of caring and affection. This wasn’t a kiss born of lust, but instead of mutual understanding and support and commitment. The kind of kiss you give someone when they fill your heart so full it feels like it might burst, and you simply can’t express that love in words, so you press your lips to theirs instead. Korra slipped her arm beneath her girlfriend’s waist, the other sliding over her so that her hands could clasp behind her lower back and pull to close the small space that separated their bodies.
They held the chaste kiss through several deep, slow breaths. For those moments, it was almost as if the rest of the world didn’t exist, just the two of them together. Korra marveled at how Asami managed to make every kiss like this just as amazing as their first one. At length, their lips parted, and their foreheads rested together instead. Asami dropped her hand from Korra’s cheek to her collarbone, and the two rested against each other, blissfully content just to exist silently together.
After several minutes, it struck Korra just how silent their respite was. She pulled her forehead back from Asami’s and kissed the end of her nose gently before craning her neck sideways to look over her at the TV. The screen had returned to their Netflix queue, highlighting the movie with no indication that they’d paused it. She chuckled a bit and flopped back onto the couch, watching as Asami twisted in place to look over her shoulder at the screen as well. She turned back a moment later and stretched forward to kiss Korra’s forehead. “I guess we’ll have to watch it again. And you’ll have to not spend the whole thing distracting me this time.”
Korra laughed lightly again at that. “I’ll try. Want to start it again now?”
“In a little bit,” Asami replied, scooting in even closer and wrapping her arms around her girlfriend as she propped her chin against her shoulder. “I’m not quite done with this yet.” Korra squeezed her back, kissed the side of her head, and settled in for an even more relaxing evening than she’d expected.