"Korra…" Asami mumbled sleepily against her collar, kissing her chest, her own face lost in a tangle of her dark hair, so much so that when she kissed, she caught it against her lips. She hadn't the heart to remove her hands from her warm skin, or her fingers from between her own.

The princess grumbled in a low tone before attempting to bribe her wife from what she was about to say next, kissing her forehead and squeezing her arm higher on her ribs.

"Korra…they're going to come looking for us and you know it." the heiress reasoned, secretly loving the way Korra was stroking the nest that had become her hair so to better see her face, gentle, running her fingers through the locks to untangle them as well as enjoying the silk of her skin.

"They'll have to find us first." Korra mumbled in a devious tone before capturing her lips. Hands flew to her jaw by instinct as she took control, indulgent, exquisite sweet control.

"Literally every one knows we're here." she meant it as a warning but it came out almost lamenting, as her long arms came around her shoulders.

"We have the week, they want to leave us to our debauchery," Korra reasoned amid tapering lazy kisses across her cheek and throat, enjoying the heiress repositioning herself above her, bed sheets becoming a tent over their bodies.

Asami was quickly forgetting her point, important information was lost in lips and limbs and Korra's grip on her ass as she relented to enjoy it. Kissing harder and digging fingertips into and across the henna painted on the athlete's back.

It felt like lunacy the intensity of it all, how after weeks of this exquisite sex the pair still couldn't get enough. It went unspoken for the most part but they knew they owed a debt of missed opportunities, this was merely living up to the fullest expectation.

Just as Asami's hips bore down on Korra's, and Korra's hands came up cupped the heiress' petite breasts a feint buzz reminded Asami of why they had to get up. Jarred she flinched back, lunging for her cell.

"We made plans for breakfast."

"We did?"

"Last night remember?"

"Not really," Korra shrugged, adding after Asami's beleaguered sigh, "I mean I remember five - six? Really fucking amazing things from last night but our itinerary for the earliest meal in the day isn't one of them."

"Well I remember between great thing four and great thing five I said, we should get some sleep, Opal wants to meet us tomorrow for breakfast and you said something like 'why eat out there when I can eat you out here?' and I found it really hard to argue what with being Sexy Asami and you doing that thing with your tongue that I really really love,"

"That does sound like something I would say." Korra admitted. "and do."

"Fuck I said we'd be in the lobby by ten." Asami dismounted her much to Korra's distaste. Pouting she asked.

"What time is it now?"

"Almost."

"We can miss it they'll understand."

"Opal will understand yes, but letting go that we blew her off to well- blow each other - she wont let us live it down, which will add to the long long list of things we'll never live down. Hell she'll probably post what I said about you on twitter." the heiress was crouching dragging the suitcase that had been stashed in the room for the pair the night they arrived. As yet unopened.

"What did you say to her?" Korra suddenly felt very awake, watching a blush glow over pale cheeks.

"Nothing!" she tried unconvincingly.

"Hey!"

"You know nothing bad will come of what I said but she was so insistent and you know the way she pries and pries for information relentlessly it's really nothing you don't already know and in the light of what already has been shared about us does it really matter?"

"Asami." Korra repeated in a more stern tone, desperate to get out of trouble Asami tried.

"Haven't you ever heard snitches get stitches?"

"Yeah in prison movies - Asami - if you don't tell me now I'll - I'll withhold sex." the athlete tried not to blink as she stared her down, but Asami's own fear melted as she gave an amused pointed took, cocking her eyebrow that Korra didn't want to admit always turned her on, "Yeah, you're right that'll never happen." she admitted.

Unexpectedly, her brows drew together, picking at the bed sheets, (there was nothing to pick at they were perfect), with a perplexing worried look across her features. Finally she explained softly,

"If there's something I can fix that you felt the need to tell her, you should let me know it."

"Kay." Asami shuffled closer to the bed, catching her downward gaze and feeding her fingers around her wrist of the hand keeping a sheet over her chest, "I told her you're the best sex I've ever had."

"What?"

Asami groaned squeezing her eyes shut and continuing.

"I- I told her that you have this crazy stamina, but you're attentive and intuitive and-and frankly I feel out matched," the more she spoke however, the more natural it felt, she found herself lost in a sea of perfect memories, resting her chin on the bed as she reminisced with a stupid grin pulling on her features, "you're creative, my god, you're so creative and I've never been this intimate with another person, I've had sex don't get me wrong but with you its more than an experience its…" she struggled to find the word with her eyes closed, it wasn't until she opened them and took in her now blushing bride with that exquisite daring look she knew it then, "It's fusion."

She bit her lower lip, waiting with bated breath her reaction. She expected a laugh, maybe a don't be ridiculous, more likely more kisses. Korra had focused on something and as usual, it was an entirely new perspective.

"Out matched?" she nearly yelled, "I'm sorry - you - let me get this - you feel out matched by me! Oh my God I-" clutching the sheet to her chest she sat up, habitually running her fingers through her hair at a loss for the right words, "What - no!"

"What - what are you trying to say?"

"It doesn't translate. Miss Equal, Miss One-up, Miss I can do more with one finger than a man can with two fingers and a flashlight!"

"You saw that?"

"Oh I saw."

"How is it? I mean what did you expect? Being with me?"

"You sure you want to risk being late for breakfast?" Korra teased, standing sheet taut around her chest like a dress only completely bare in the back.

"I think past ten it's brunch."

"It's going to be lunch if we don't hurry up and get dressed." Korra waved a hand as she sauntered into the en suite. Before passing the threshold she looked back, and fuck, she was beautiful, hair unkempt, mouth smudged with lipstick she never wore, blue eyes deep, dark and dangerous. Then she disappeared, followed by the hiss of a shower.

"Korra, c'mon what did you-" Lips caught the end of her question, strong arms holding her aloft against the door frame as her kisses tapered off, leaving just enough space between them to add.

"You know the answers to those questions." she nibbled a little on her neck, "You know how I feel."

"But do I-" she tried to think of a non callous way to do it which was difficult as Korra knelt, pressing wet kisses to her tattoo. She fed her fingers into her locks, looking up, desperate for a clear answer. "How do I measure up?"

"You want me to tell you how I fantasised?" her hands came up around hips, thumbs tracing arcs, "How I dreamed I could hold you like this?" she pecked her belly button chastely, smiling as Asami's grip only tightened on her short locks, "How I could take you and you would take me - every which way." her lips moved against the skin, each word a kiss of its own, "How I thought it would feel when you told me you loved me?"

"Please." At that Korra began to stand, lips blazing a familiar trail, missing their mark if only to show the seriousness of her expression.

"The reality is so much better than anything I could imagine." smiling she stepped back, carefully, having already planned the route, letting the spray stroke her back. Taking pure joy in the way the gravity of her words lifted her wife into her embrace. Warm water dousing their hair, nipples stroking against her own, pressed against her she added,

"I didn't expect you to be so sweet…You call yourself Sexy Asami, and I love it, I love her, but every so often we're in the middle and you stop. You'll find a scar, or a mark, or my eyes, and you'd just get lost in me."

"You're beautiful," the heiress couldn't help the way her fingers found them, the puckered flesh on her collar.

"And I believe it." Korra pulled her under the stream, chasing her lips and letting her hands wander to the soaps on the side. "Can't be late for brunch now can we?"

Knowing they only had a short amount of time only made them want it so much more. Losing themselves for just a moment before the water finally ran cold. It was a harsh reminder, but smiling all the way they held hands through the corridors just as tightly as they'd arrived. Asami wearing flannel that she hadn't seen since Vegas, and Korra in her most beloved possession. SATO emblazoned over her shoulders.

She'd tied her hair up into an adorable tufty pony tail, which despite appearances was getting long for Korra.

"I love how cute your ears are." Korra felt them grow hot as she walked, puffing out her cheeks, using every ounce of will not to drag her back, and a little more not to take her in the corridor.

"Surprise!"

She stumbled into the restaurant, and the pair were greeted by applause from pretty much all of their party guests. All wearing pale pink shirts adorned with Korra and Asami's first kiss wedding photo.

"Ah they have emerged from their Love Cave! The Sex Dungeon! Their-" Opal beckoned to them before Bolin nudged her,

"Okay Padme,"

"Yes I'd appreciated if you kept the subject matter more savoury Opal." Tenzin agreed from the long table occupied mostly by his kids, "Given the education they have recently received."

"Oh my God you actually did it." Asami whispered as Opal embraced them, "you actually remade the t shirts."

"I'd have gotten you two some but someone already has a new shirt." the stunt double smiled,

"Yeah you can't get this off me." Korra admitted emanating nothing but pride.

"Sorry Tenzin!" Opal chagrinned back to her old master, blushing finally before turning to Korra's own parents, "Okay I had half an hour pay up!"

"Mom! Again!" Korra lamented as Senna begrudgingly handed over a note. Meanwhile her wife stood next to her did everything not to laugh. She rushed to meet them, wasting no time in bending down to hug her mother in law, who smugly told her.

"And you were worried she wouldn't like it." eyeing the fantastic way Korra looked in her gift. Asami could only smile, and tell her,

"Would you believe she topped it right away with a gift of her own?"

Korra watched the way Asami immediately took a seat at their table, welcome, enthusiastic and sharing as much as she was being shared with.

"So Korra how comes you guys is late?" Rohan tugged on her shirt and she took the chair next to him. "Opals said you couldn't get out of bed the whole time were you sick because of the cold?"

"No no!" she stuttered, very aware the conversations had lulled to listen to this inevitable trainwreck, "Um we uh just were sleeping, getting some rest."

"For three days Korra?" Ikki teased, enjoying watching the soccer star squirm, despite the infuriated look the teenager received from her father.

"Well I had uh nightmares, I was afraid of uh, big scary purple," she threw a glance to Opal who choked on her drink, "monsters. But you know what? I snuggled close to Asami and I wasn't afraid, and I got some sleep. A little too much actually which is why we were late. Sorry."

"The monster in the dungeon?" if Korra's face was red before now it was luminescent.

"Yup monster in a dungeon…and a cave, which is what Opal meant."

"And Asami saved you with her love?"

"Mmhmm! because she knows Krav Maga which is an ancient fighting technique of deadly warriors so I knew I was safe."

"Cool!" he turned to Asami eyes bright, clutching his crayons tightly in his fists, "Asami you've got to show me your Crab Maga so I can fight the purple monster too!"

"Maybe when your 18."

"Jinora!" Tenzin scolded.

Rohan shrugged, nudging Korra to share in his colouring.

"Asami," Mako materialised, sleuth that he was behind her chair, "Want to check out the buffet with me, I'm uh going for seconds."

"Sure." the heiress excused herself, throwing a glance back to Korra, being gifted with a single sheet of Rohan's templates to fill in, as well as a fistful of figurines from his pockets. Reaching the queue he looked down at his feet, before catching her eye, and bouncing his gaze back away for pick up fresh plates and cutlery.

"So congratulations." for whatever reason he seemed awkward, even by Mako standards. Looking at him now she could tell something was looming, more than that, something was missing.

"Thanks, that means a lot coming from you." she squeezed his arm, "Are you okay? The film didn't upset you or anything did it?"

"What? No! It's fine really, you guys make more sense than any couple I know I don't think it's possible to be mad at how perfect you guys are. I've always got your back."

"Wow thanks." she inspected him for a moment, never settling his gaze on one thing for too long, "You seem troubled, are you sure you don't want to talk about anything?"

"Uh yeah I guess. Wu, asked me to move in with him."

"Wow… fast." Mako gave her a derisive look with the help of his stellar eyebrows, she raised her hand defensively, "What did you say?"

"I didn't, I said I didn't know what to say. He's probably half way to the airport by now."

"Do you love him?"

Mako let out a pensive sigh.

"I- does it matter?"

"At this point? Definitely. I think it's safe to say he cares deeply for you too. Or he wouldn't have asked."

"I care deeply, stronger than I did for you, or Korra or anybody, but I don't know feels different now. Like there's more at stake."

"You want to talk to me about high stakes? I tip toed around Korra for years and look how much time we wasted."

"It could go horribly wrong, I mean we're so different couldn't it go really badly."

"Thats just the risk you have to be brave enough to take." Asami told him softly, a mantra she had repeated to herself more than once over the past few weeks, even before Vegas, but as time progressed; the less she needed it. Turning she nodded towards their table, to Korra playing monster with action figures and a candle holder, "I mean, on the flip side it could turn out really really well."

Mako wanted to say something along the lines of you got lucky, but as much as Asami got everything she ever wanted, he'd watched her work exceptionally hard for it.

"Thanks." he murmured, thoughts rushing away with him, plans forming at the ends of his finger tips. "I've got to go."

"What? Now?"

"Definitely." he emptied his hands on the nearest table

"Will you make it in time?"

"I'm a cop! I'll improvise!" he started jogging away, ruffling his brothers hair along as he sped past.

Bolin turned to the carmaker, grinning widely as he mouthed "Is he doing it?" to which she could only nod, and in turn the actor stood on his chair and whooped after him like a madman.

Asami set her plate down at her seat before once again becoming mesmerised in her wife's antics.

"What are you guys so entranced by?" she asked, stepping behind her, throwing her arms over Korra's shoulders to watch her skilled hands work.

"I'm just catching up with the little man here - colours, remember those? All the rage I thought they went out of style when I was young but what do you know? They're coming back around. That and what was it?"

"Dinosaurs."

"Dinosaurs. What do you call this lil guy cowering behind my hand here? A doyouthinkhesawrus!"

"That's an iguanadon!" Rohan corrected.

"Would you like me to punish her?" Asami offered, planting her lips on Korra's cheek and blowing a wet raspberry.

"Ew gross! Asami!" laughing, she turned wiping her cheek and grinning madly, "You're so disgusting I love you!" the heiress pecked her lips and told her.

"Mm and I love you too." before taking a seat at the table with her family.

XXX

EPILOGUE

Letting the shawl of her anniversary dress cascade down her shoulders, Korra padded into the bathroom, teasing her own ears with earrings that wouldn't co-operate.

"The reservations are at eight, meeting Bopal and Wuko here at half past seven if we, and by that I mean you, take the Lambo and speed - are you shaving your legs…on your phone? In the Tub?"

"I can do both…" readjusting the razor in her fingers, "three things." she corrected.

"You have officially lost your mind." Korra made to grab her cell before it tumbled and electrocuted her wife.

"Hey!" Asami snatched it back, bubbles spraying in all directions.

"I would prefer it if my partner didn't wind up dead. We've been together a long time, and I've really come to like you you know?"

"It won't kill me… Sato-phones are water resistant for up to 100 metres."

"We're already running behind as it is, it can't wait until after? Your bath I mean? I mean if you put it down now I'll let you text and drive. You can get it done before dinner."

"It's not that simple." the heiress seethed rubbing a temple, angling the razor away from her face.

"Asami."

"Korra I have to get these emails out to the CFO's!"

"Baby you own the company, the point is that you let them handle this. I don't like watching you stress."

"I know but if we have any hope of continuing what we've been doing - I need to make sure its in good hands before the third." Asami gestured dangerously, wildly with her hands as her voice rose in pitch.

"Okay." Korra said simply, perching on the edge of the tub at her legs. She reached for her right hand, and teased the razor from her fingers, "Okay." cupping her wife's calf, and raising out of the warm water and foam. "Did you make your choice for East Coast CEO yet?"

Calmly, gently, she scraped at the tiny downy hairs at her ankle, and the Asami's surprise it was with skill as well as obvious care.

"It's between Mullins, or Mang,"

"Who do you trust more?" Korra rationalised, ignoring the astonished gaze her wife was giving her, these moments weren't rare, but she got lost in them all the same. She'd never had a lover be her best friend before Korra, and the transition was seamless. All this time, and she could make her heart race, knees quake, while she listened, and advised and understood her without questioning.

"Mang needs training, but I doubt Mullins would want to give the job back." Asami leaned back, glancing at her email as she pursed her fingers over her forehead.

"Would you want her to?" Korra teased adjusting her fingers to angle her wife's leg more. "You could take Mullins when the time comes. You're a hard ass, it's obvious you'd win-"

"So you're saying Mullins?"

"Lemme finish - you want above the knee?"

"My dress is below, but it's honestly up to you." Asami raised her ankle and stroked her now smooth skin across Korra's cheek. "How'd you like this all the way?" Korra felt her cheeks flare at that, her heart pulsed loudly and she took a moment to compose herself, remembering their date, before continuing.

"It's obvious you'd win." she continued, "But thats not you. You love to teach. You're a nurturer. I mean it's why we're doing this. But you'd also want to be needed. Just a little bit. I think Mang would keep you updated. You wouldn't be doing the job but you'd be leading. Steering the boat."

There it was. As Korra concentrated on not accidentally breaking skin, Asami fell a little more in love with her, the woman who knew her more than she knew herself. The silence that stretched however was disconcerting, so Korra backtracked.

"…When you came back you'd have someone you could expand with if you wanted… What do I know. I think you'd miss it, is all I'm saying."

Her legs came out of Korra's reach and she looked up, as the CEO tucked them beneath her to level their faces. For a second Korra couldn't identify her expression, second guessing her usual instincts as Asami held her cheeks and marvelled at the mind beneath those beautiful eyes.

Wordlessly she slung her arms around her shoulders, rising out of the water like an aquatic queen as she kissed her with fervour. The athlete responded instantly, slipping her palms across wet naked skin and tugging her close by her shoulder blades. Instead of pulling her up, she dipped threatening to join her fully clothed.

"Your shawl." Asami warned.

"I'll go naked." Korra ripped it down and pulled her back, cupping the back of her neck with both hands. The heiress keened as Korra nipped at her lower lip, before gently pecking her chin and neck. Lips against her throat she added softly.

"Thank you so much for doing this for me."

"For us. You're my soulmate. Have I ever told you that?"

"You could stand to mention it more."

Korra reared her head so her lips caught the corner of Asami's until a knocking at the front door jolted them out of their reverie.

"Oh Damn Bopal. They're early."

"No you're just incredibly late." Korra let her slip back into her bubbles, smiling smugly before standing. Swaying gently like a love sick puppy finding her feet. The knocking resonated again and she shook her head, "Now get out of the bath before I stick my hand between your legs and make you scream."

"Is that a promise?"

"Keep it in your pants Sato." Korra jibed as she towelled her glistening biceps. Slow, knowing her wife was ogling. She grinned, touching her fingers to her own exposed collar, and added "Until tonight anyway."

"If we're quiet maybe they'll go away?" Asami suggested.

"Finish your emails." Korra waved a hand over her shoulder before turning out of the bathroom.

"You forgot your earrings!"

"Screw 'em!"

"Me first!" Asami protested pride welling in her throat at Korra's unrestrained laugh that filtered through the half open doors.

The words came to Asami then like chatter, charged by her ingenuity and sudden good mood she shot out the remaining emails before dashing her phone beside the sink and rushing her way through drying and make up.

A moment was taken as she passed a particular photo. Although it was printed on a toilet seat cover, it had survived Vegas and several moves and was a proud albeit tacky nod to their mad beginnings as a couple that despite being a bastion of good fashionable taste; Asami loved.

Grabbing fistfuls of necklaces, earrings, her jacket and shoes strategically strewn on the queen sized bed she whipped them up to use the mirror in the parlour. Where she expected to find her friends. Except she heard the voices instead emanating from the study. It didn't surprise the heiress to find her them deep in conversation.

"This is so cool!" Bolin's excitable tone gave her pause.

"You're still in contact with that maniac?!" Mako exclaimed.

"Hey - Aside from his atrocious bedside manner the man's a genius in his field. Pushing boundaries, limitless possibilities…it surprised me too but once we heard him out, once Asami heard him, we believed him."

"How did you guys decide that this was the way you…wanted to go?" Opal, for once, was serious, almost timid with her question.

"Doctor Varrick called about a month ago. I know its weird, haven't spoken to the man since I was bludgeoned in Vegas but he tracked us down. With an opportunity that was and I quote 'exclusively for lesbians'"

"Please tell me you hung up."

"Well no I laughed my ass off for about five minutes until he actually was coherent, I mean when he spoke in english terms, he was using a lot of jargon. Anyway I heard treatment and hospital and medical science and I…regressed immediately."

"What why?"

"Well you know that since the accident, I was-I was," Korra swallowed, "The lacerations to my stomach - they left me infertile." She danced around it, but the heiress knew this was progress, taking power from it by talking about it candidly was something her wife was becoming a pro at. "I always thought I would have kids."

Keeping sadness from her tone was also something Korra had honed over the years. There were many emotional hurdles she had had to face, except they were more like high brick walls that littered her path every five feet. Asami did everything to get her over them back then, relentlessly, until they succeeded. This particular wall was nearly impossible to climb, until of course now.

The heiress, finished with her jewels, stood at the jarred door. For whatever reason it felt important not to interrupt her wife as she went to the bookshelf, and lifted an album from between Engineering for Dummies and Love Amongst the Dragons. The latter was dog eared to the point of disintegration, a sure tell that this was one of Korra's books amongst the library if she loved it enough to keep, it would be used always.

Leather bound, tied with blue silk Korra handled the handcrafted book, equally dog eared as it was precise and beautiful. Pressed onto the front cover was the word, ALTERNATIVES, embossed in gold.

"Asami has been working on this since I knew, we knew that I couldn't... I mean she was there when I found out. I was a mess again I don't think I said a word until she wheeled me outta there." Through the door jam Asami watched the care with which the athlete pulled on the silk and turned the pages. "She didn't show this to me until a week later. The first draft anyway."

"Oh my God." Opal breathed, tracing nimble fingers over the folded newspaper articles and printouts from websites. "That is… how could you miss how completely in love with you she was?" Opal punched her arm.

"Did I mention how my spine was cracked in a rare condition where in my head was shoved completely up my own ass?"

"So she researched cures?" Bolin asked.

"Everything. She researched anything and everything and put them here. IVF. Surrogacy. Donors. Transplants. Cloning."

"Wow."

"I only saw it a few times back then. I didn't know what to do with the information but it really helped. I put it away. Feeling better, knowing when the time came, and I had that someone." her grin pulled involuntarily at her lips as she spoke, "I had this to refer back to… and then, when I wasn't looking…when we lived together the first time, and the second time, when we got together she was - she added to it."

Korra turned onto one of the final pages, and an article from Pink News had been annotated by none other than Asami herself. She had already tracked down the right doctors, the pharmaceutical companies, with the correct phone numbers and emails. Just a couple of thumb prints away.

Babies with two biological same-sex parents could become a reality in just two years

"Holy shit," Opal breathed.

"Dr Varrick was heading up a stem cell research team based in the US. They have it ready. It works. He had the idea us high profile lesbians would be the perfect advocates."

"Are you going for it?" Bolin all but yelped, a tell tale sign that he was gearing up for a champion hug.

"Yes." Asami answered, flipping her hair over her shoulder hoping to look less nervous than she actually was. "We went to Vegas last week. Going again next."

Bolin's squeal immediately went ultra sonic.

XXXX

"Sweeeetie…" Asami sat on her side of the bed, gently tangling her fingers in Korra's hair and feeling the silk, though mussed up, through her fingers, "Time to get up hun,"

"Mggnh never." The athlete seethed into her pillow, meanwhile placing a possessive hand over the heiress'.

"Oh yeah?" Asami tucked her legs up underneath her as best she could in her pressed pinstripe skirt, holding herself aloft with an elbow. "You want to miss practice?"

"Yeah." her voice croaky and adorable.

"You want to lose your captaincy?"

"Kuvira can have it." Korra twitched her fingers, encouraging Asami to scratch her scalp a little.

"You want to get kicked off the team?" the heiress teased.

"I'll teach gym." Asami sniggered at that, an adorable tiny snort surprising them both as she laughed and Korra finally turned her head to look at her smugly. "You laughed Miss Piggy I'm off the hook." before rubbing her face into the soft plush pillows she desperately didn't want to leave.

"How are you supposed to be a parent if you can't show any discipline K?" Asami teased.

"Whats that the WBC said we could do? Because we're heinous famous homosexuals? I'll brainwash the kid."

"Mmm and I can create war weaponry and you can control the weather."

"But bed is safe - Sami," Korra whined as Asami relinquished her hands, "Hug me, come back."

"And you'll get up?" Korra's reply was a moan that was muffled but sounded like maybe, and to be fair Asami did miss being pressed up against her. She slipped her arms and clasped her arms under and around her chest, tucking her chin into Korra's warm neck. "Does that feel good?"

"Yeah, good for you?"

"Amazing," the heiress concurred closing her eyes and admiring the heat and scent radiating from her wife, brushing her cheek from Korra's neck to between her shoulder blades.

"With that in mind - You sure you can't skip work today?" Korra asked, sleepy grin eminent in her voice.

"Unless you want to help me depose the youngest CEO in technological history, initiating the biggest change in FI in ten years, talk to press, and present the new designs for eco friendly generators that could power the country independently for the next century to the board of directors for me?"

"Okay, you could have just said no." Korra smiled with pride despite the grumbling tone. Asami started to dislodge herself, before Korra added, "Wait I need to borrow something from you."

"What?"

Korra turned just enough to face her.

"A kiss."

"What?"

"I promise to give it back." the athlete crossed her heart, and the heiress couldn't help but blush at the sweetness of it all, but in the mornings Korra's mind just worked like that. Getting out of bed was sacrilege, and she had an arsenal of emotional weapons at her fingertips that she could use to convince her wife to stay in the warm, in her arms.

"You waste an exorbitant amount of time do you know that?"

"Is that a no?" Her answer came in the gentle press of rouge lips to her own smooth ones. A keening sound came unrepressed from the princess' throat. Asami barely restrained hers.

"Not a waste of time if its fun doing it." Korra added softly when they parted. Blue eyes twinkling just enough to get Asami to stop and enjoy the minuscule light show beneath her, as well as that adorable, albeit sleepy half smile. It took a moment or two of this before she gathered her senses and broke out of her trance.

"You're fine with being late?"

"Absolutely." Korra tucked her face back into her pillow, readjusting her grip on the carmaker's arm.

"Well I'm setting up breakfast, and you can be there, and I can drive you, and then maybe you can put your hand on my leg, and maybe we can think of a way to occupy our boredom when we hit traffic. And we will hit traffic." her lips captured the athlete's ear lobe, nibbling lightly as well as brushing, accidentally-on-purpose her fingers across Korra's nipple through her shirt. "But you're an adult and its really up to you…" and with that Asami slipped away.

When the door closed Korra battled internally with herself.

"I'm not going to get up." she told her pillow stubbornly, and of course she argued silently with herself for a good five minutes before her cell phone vibrated on her bedside cabinet. She watched it light up and then dim, before vibrating again.

She reached and unlocked the save screen, swiping away her favourite photo of the day at the races, showing Asami's text screen

I have a nice surprise for you.

In the kitchen.

Korra smirked silently thumbing her reply.

Nice try Sato.

And the rebuttal.

It involves something I made for you.

And cereal.

Both Korra's eyes popped wide open now, scrambling from the bed. She'd always joked about it but never thought the heiress would go through with it.

Faster than a kid on christmas she donned a robe, any robe, which turned out to be Asami's, too long in the sleeves, silken and a sleek sheer burgundy as she sprinted down the stairs. When she got downstairs, checking her phone and and looking at the table, which had only a bowl and not the box of Sat'O's she had been expecting. Asami was sat on the stool beside a place for Korra, who didn't yet take it, but in her flurry didn't quite notice the tears beading in her wife's eyes, or her erratic breathing, coupled with her mad smile.

"Okay I knew this was fake but I couldn't live with myself if it was true."

"Korra."

"I mean have I always hoped you'd take this request I've always joked about seriously - yes, but I know you're not a mind reader and-"

"Korra look in the bowl." the change in tone stopped Korra short, she stepped closer, and spied the object surrounded by porcelain. Asami suddenly didn't know what to do with her hands, she cupped the bowl and then her cheeks, and covered her lips.

Meanwhile Korra couldn't move, she thought about a multitude of odd things, for example she could now feel her heart beat in the bone of her shoulder blades, and did not know that was possible.

"You pee'd on this?" Asami was lost in a swirl of panic, surprise and pure joy to actually laugh at the only words that made it out of her wife's mouth.

"Yes." and with that Korra hugged her, tight, burying her face into her hair and untucking her shirt from her skirt in the sheer force of her embrace.

"I love you so much." Korra croaked, feeling Asami finally begin to laugh, tears coming from her eyes as she carded her fingers through her hair. "Wait you did this just now? Is this why you wanted me to get out of bed?"

"I've been doing tests every morning in the bathroom and it was ready just now when I came down but um…" she struggled with the mist in her eyes before adding, "we are late for work actually but - it's positive."

"We're gonna have a baby."

"N'yeah…A little you…" Asami whispered.

"With a lot of you." Korra added, pressing her forehead against hers and smiling bigger than she ever thought she could. She looked down at the bowl again, marvelling at the pen-sized test inside, and the tiny blue cross at the top end, "This is such a weird plan…I mean this was was belated wedding china Asami."

"Oh yeah." Asami opened a cabinet at their hips and pulled out the cereal box and placed it behind the bowl, "I was going to - I forgot,"

She had presented an actual, professionally made box of rainbow, hoop and cog based cereal, Vegas, the water tribe and future industries all incorporated into the design.

ALL PROFITS GO TO LGBT CHARITIES, was printed across the top like a promotion. Beneath this, the brand name - Sat'O's.

"They'll be in stores next spring." the heiress admitted wiping her tears.

"I think I'm going to pass out."