ATLA/LOK Fem Imagines

*New Routines- Asami

I always admire Asami with her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail or lazy bun. Don't get me wrong. I think she's just as beautiful with her hair down, but I don't get to see her that relaxed so often. It's rare, and I've come to appreciate the fact that she trusts me enough to see her in such a vulnerable state.

When we first started living together, I noticed she would always wear makeup, even to bed. I don't know much about makeup, but sleeping with it on seems undesirable. Plus, I don't want her to think I'm only with her for the looks. I would hate for her to feel like she needs to impress me. I'm past that stage already. There's nothing she can do that will make me change my mind about her. I love her.

My eyes follow her movements as she finishes brushing her teeth. Asami glances at herself in the mirror for a brief second before flickering her attention down to me. The corner of my lips curls into a bright smile as I tighten the grip around her waist and pull her closer to my front side. Her expression matches mine, grinning as I nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck to offer her soft pecks.

Her giggles echo through the bathroom and encourage more loving kisses.

"Don't you wanna take the makeup off? It can't be comfortable to sleep like that."  I ask while casually placing another set of affectionate kisses to the side of her neck.

I would kiss her cheek, but I'm too lazy to go on my tippy toes just yet.

She blinks for a second before turning around to face me better, "You don't mind?"

I raise my eyebrow, "Of course not. I want you to be comfy."

She hums while swiftly turning back towards the mirror, "Okay, you can go lay down, and I'll finish getting ready."

Her hand shakes a bit as she reaches for the wipes by the corner of our bathroom counter. Pushing up to my tippy toes, I press a kiss to her cheek before pulling away from our embrace and strolling out the bathroom. Our bathroom connects to our bedroom, so I don't have to walk far. I climb over my side on the bed, farthest from the bathroom door, and settle under the covers. As I wait for Asami to finish preparing for bed, I decide to read the book Jinora gifted me about Avatar Kyoshi.

  Hopefully, Asami's not too nervous. I don't want to stress her out. I'm mainly worried about her comfort. She can always be real around me. I already know so much about her and can't wait to learn more. So much of her is a mystery to me, yet I can predict the way her face might contort when giving her certain news. Like when she gets upset, her lower lip pokes out in an adorable pout.

A shy cough interrupts my thoughts, pulling my attention from my page to the bathroom door.  Unable to control my grin, I prop myself up in the bed to look at her better. My focus wanders over her features, silently observing her natural beauty. Light spots coat the bridge of her nose and either side of her face. I didn't even know she had freckles!

I crawl over to her side of the bed and sit on my knees as she waits for my response. Her finger curls into the end of her nightgown while she glances down at me expectantly.

"Wow, babe, you look gorgeous." I compliment her honestly.

Her cheeks flush to a natural red, earning a larger tug at the corners of my mouth.  I never knew I had such an effect on her. She usually makes me blush, not the other way around.

"Thank you." She mumbles under her breath, still feeling a bit shy, I suppose.

I reach out for her hand and gently draw backward on her palm, pulling her towards me, "Come, let's try to get to bed."

She hums, climbing up on the bed. As I reposition myself back to my side of the bed, Asami elegantly gets herself cozied up.

I cuddle up to her side with a content groan, "I wish to be as graceful as you."

She wraps her arm over my shoulders with a playful scoff and rosy cheeks, "Now you're overdoing it."

Laughing as I rest my head against her pillow, I admit, " I can't control it. You're just too great!"

" Stop..." She whines while cuddling up to my side.

After letting out another laugh, I whisper, "I love you, Asami."

"I love you more." She challenges with a lovesick tone I can't help but mimic.

"That's impossible, cutie. You are my whole world and then some." I announce while burying my face onto her shoulder.

The older woman huffs in disbelief, "You're too much."