Korrasami Jamboree

The swing

Korra heard the distinct rattle of Asami's keys behind her. She spun around in her seat at the counter of Asami's kitchen, bleary eyed, her short cropped hair messily sitting on her shoulders. "Please don't tell me we're doing driving lessons again," Korra groaned. "Because with my luck, we'll run into that traffic cop again."

Asami shook her head, idly twirling the keys in her hand. How she was a morning person, Korra could never figure out. She was already dressed and ready to go, those green eyes so bright and perky, much to Korra's mild annoyance."Nope. We're going for a picnic." As she spoke, Korra took note of the handwoven basket that had been resting on the kitchen island; it was already filled with food, a forest green wool blanket folded neatly on top. "You aren't doing anything Avatar-y today and I'm off from work, so I thought it would be nice to go out, enjoy the day. It's beautiful."

"Then why couldn't you let me sleep?" Korra grumbled, the cup of steaming tea warm in her hand. "That's what you do on days off. You sleep. And eat. Then you sleep some more."

"You can sleep in the car if you're that tired."

Korra could only sulk."Hmph."

"Come on, sleepyhead." She turned her back to Korra, fiddling with something in the basket. "It'll be fun, I promise."

Korra eyed the basket curiously, the contents oh so meticulous prepared. "Were you planning this?" she asked.

Asami shrugged. "I wanted to do it for a while, but we were always so busy. . ." she trailed off. "If you want, we can always stay home."

Korra felt a pang of guilt. "No no! Let's do it!"

Asami peered over her shoulder, a smile crossing her face. "Really?"

"Why not? We'll have to figure out what to do for Naga though. . ."

"I think she can be okay by herself for one afternoon, right?"

Korra mulled it over. "If I give her extra food. . .I think she'll be fine."

Asami's smile was so infectious, Korra couldn't help but smile back, her trademark crooked grin spurring Asami's own. As she exited the kitchen, Asami gave Korra a quick peck on the cheek, sending the Avatar's heart aflutter and a blush rushing to her face. "Thank you."

"Heh. . .yeah,. . . no problem," Korra stammered, tugging on an errant strand of hair, the kiss a far better pick me up in the morning than the tea.

"Be ready in ten?"

"Yep."

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Her heart was racing as she shifted the car into the next gear, one foot shakily pressing down on the clutch. Asami couldn't figure out why exactly she was so nervous. It wasn't like their first 'official' date, where the pair of them had to stop a trio of robbers—the conflict in question ruining her pair of brand new red heels—nor was like their second, which was shortly crashed by a pair of bickering spirits.

It was just a normal day out in the countryside, just her and Korra. No reason to be so anxious.

Wrong.