Hair
There was something about waking up holding Asami that Korra couldn’t have imagined. Not for all her nights of dreaming about it. Most of it was just as she’d hoped, if not better; Asami pressed up against her in the gentle morning light. She’d always loved being held after all. No, the thing Korra hadn’t quite considered was waking up to a facefull of long, raven hair. She’d woken up with a mouthful of it once, spirits knew how, and it had been extremely difficult to discretely cough up the hairball without waking Asami. Korra wasn’t complaining though. She loved Asami’s hair. She loved it when it was brushed and tamed and done up to Asami’s satisfaction. Hell, Asami’s hairflips made Korra’s stomach do flips. Morning hair though, that was something else. Asami Sato did not let the world see her with as much as a hair out of place. Unless you were the Avatar and she was waking up beside you, hair all tousled from a night that hadn’t included as much sleeping as their early retiring to bed might have suggested.
The alarm sounded. Asami groaned and turned away, mercifully pulling her hair out of Korra’s face.
“I thought I was supposed to be the one who couldn’t do mornings?” Korra questioned as Asami snuggled closer against her.
“Meeting Raiko” Asami pouted into Korra’s collarbone. Korra winced sympathetically.
“You could always call in sick. Stay here. All day.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
“With me.”
“I said don’t tempt me!”
Asami eventually dragged herself out of bed and into the shower, laboriously undoing the mess Korra had made of her hair the previous evening. She nudged the shower a few degrees cooler and tried not to think about Korra’s hands tangling in her hair, about...Asami turned the shower even cooler. It would hardly do to turn up to a meeting with the President all hot and flustered. That was that was the plan at least. Asami stepped out, wrapping a towel round herself before stepping back into the bedroom.
“Korra? What are your...” Asami trailed off. Korra was sat up in bed, blankets pooled about her waist, stretching luxuriously, and had quite clearly neglected to get dressed after their evening’s activities. Nobody should have to face Korra’s bare, exquisite torso first thing in the morning.
“No.” Asami said sternly, but without malice. Korra cocked her head in apparent confusion. “No, don’t go tempting me. I have a meeting. An important meeting.”
Korra just looked at her, all innocence in her baby blues. She dragged her hand through her hair, doing nothing to tame the messy spikes it had formed into in her sleep and totally unintentionally displaying her arm muscles. “Important. Meeting. I have...” Asami checked the clock. “I have twenty minutes.”
“Twenty minutes?” The smirk belied Korra’s innocent tone.
“Twenty.” Asami said firmly, crossing back towards the bed. She let the towel drop, and Korra’s eyes dropped appreciatively with it. “And Korra?”
“Yes?” Korra sat back against the headboard as Asami straddled her.
“Don’t you dare mess up my hair.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Asami arrived at her meeting fifteen minutes late, cursing the traffic. And with her hair in a ponytail.