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Send me a ❣ for my muse’s reaction to yours kissing mine while in the middle of a heated argument
Asami was privileged. There was no denying that. She grew up completely opposite of Korra — in the comfort of a home (a mansion, at that!), wearing pretty dresses, going to school… while Korra spent her childhood on the run and brutally training to the point of near-collapse.
So it shouldn’t have been a surprise that she would accidentally say something that Korra found just so offensive. And while Korra was blowing up at the heiress, she could hardly remember exactly what had made her so mad.
And suddenly the girl’s lips were on hers. Korra’s eyes stared wide at Asami’s eyelids.
She was kissing her!
And suddenly Korra had something more productive to focus her rage into. She roughly bit Asami’s red lips, even pulling her hair with tight fists as she kissed her.
"I’m still mad at you…”
Somehow the sentence didn’t seem as threatening as Korra wished it did.
