Korrasami Jamboree

Haircut

Asami was looking at herself in the mirror of the bedroom, turning her head one way and the other. Korra was lying down on the bed with her head hanging upside down at the border.

"What do you think, Korra?" Asami asked without turning around.

Korra, who was daydreaming, just repeated what Asami asked. "What do I think…?"

"Of my hair. I'm thinking in having a haircut." Asami did her well known hair flip in front of the mirror.

It took her a few seconds to react but Korra finally responded. "You know I love your hair, but if you choose to cut it, I support you 100%."

Asami finally turned around. "Really?"

"Sure. It is your hair after all. Only you get to decide what to do with it. Besides, you'll always look beautiful, no matter how you cut your hair." Korra said this casually, but her words always got Asami.

"Thank you, hun." Asami bent down and kissed Korra on the lips. "Now I have to go to work."

"When are you going to cut your hair?"

"Probably today, if I have the time. See you tonight." Asami tied her hair in a low ponytail and she proceeded to leave the Sato estate.

: : :

As soon as Korra heard the satomobile enter the garage, she started heating dinner. Asami rarely arrived late from work, but when she did, Korra always made sure to have a hot meal ready for her.

Asami entered the house and sat heavily on the couch, exhausted, taking off her shoes in the process. Korra approached from behind the sofa and kissed Asami on the forehead, who only grumbled in response.

"Rough day, huh?"

"Yes. I had to deal with this asshole of a client who had a lot of stupid, irrational demands. He wants to tell us how to do our job even when he doesn't know what he is talking about."

Korra started massaging Asami's shoulders to relieve the stress. Asami relaxed at the touch. "Oh spirits, this feels so good."

"Obviously, you didn't have time to get that haircut." Korra said while admiring Asami's long wavy hair.

"No, I'll try to get it tomorrow. But right now I'm starving." Asami looked up to Korra. "Is that the smell of seaweed noodles?"

"Yes." Korra smiled.

Asami stood up and gave Korra a kiss on the cheek. "You are the best. Let's have dinner and then we can call it a day."

: : :

Korra was already lying on the bed, waiting for Asami to accompany her. Her girlfriend was brushing her hair in front of her dressing table's mirror, as she always did before going to sleep. Even though Asami didn't take long with that, Korra thought that she would take even less time when she cut her hair.

Asami put her brush down, turned off the lights and went to bed, lying on her side so Korra could hug her from behind. Korra knew that she was shorter than Asami, but nonetheless she enjoyed being the big spoon, and to be fair, Asami enjoyed being the little spoon; sometimes they switched places, though. Korra hugged Asami tightly, burying her face in her long hair, as she usually did.

"Good night, Korra." Asami closed her eyes.

Korra's response came muffled. "Good night, Asami."

In the middle of the night, Asami got thirsty and had to leave the bed. Thankfully, Korra didn't have a tight grip when it came to spooning. When Asami returned from the kitchen, she found Korra sprawled on the bed —but still not invading Asami's side— mumbling words in her sleep.

"Kuvira… stop…" These were the only words Asami could understand. She thought of waking up Korra, but she decided against it. This wasn't one of those awful nightmares that kept haunting her girlfriend, so Asami hoped that Korra's dream would fade in time.

Asami lied down on the bed, again on her side, and she kept listening to Korra's mumbling. She started to drift off as soon as she closed her eyes, but then she felt arms wrapping around her.

"Korra? Are you awake?"

There was no answer, but Asami felt how Korra buried her face in her hair. Korra inhaled deeply once and mumbled one last word: "Asami…" After that, she seemed to sleep peacefully. Asami just made herself comfortable, relishing the warmth that emanated from Korra's body and going back to sleep with a smile on her face.

: : :

The next day, Asami got home and undid her side ponytail. She was received by strong arms wrapping from behind around her waist. Korra rested her chin on Asami's shoulder.

"Hi. How was your day?"

"Much better than yesterday, no stupid clients today." Asami rubbed her cheek against Korra's.

"I thought you were having your hair cut, what happened?"

"No, I'm not going to cut it. I realized someone liked my hair more than she thinks."

Korra feigned surprise. "Really? Who?"

Asami just laughed. "You, you dork!"

Korra smiled. "Well…" She buried her face in Asami's hair and inhaled deeply. "It smells really good."

"Does it?" Asami turned around in Korra's arms, hugging her back.

"Yes, you have no idea."

"Really? And what does it smell like?" Asami asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It smells of home." Asami was taken aback. There was so much sincerity in Korra's words, so much frankness in her eyes.

Asami tear up a little and smiled a huge smile. "I love you."

"I love-" Korra was cut off by Asami's kiss.