Wow I didn't realize it ended up as long as it did...
obsessionff sent in the prompt: Korra and Kuvira become close friends (because Korra understands her pain) and Asami gets jealous and upset (because Kuvira killed her father) and it results in a big fight.
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Here you go!
“Hmm… how interesting…” Korra said playfully as she pondered the move Kuvira had just made. They had been playing Pai Sho on the living room floor of the Sato Mansion for hours today, and Korra was not getting any better. She liked to think she was very good at the game, but in reality it was Kuvira who was the reigning champion in their Pai Sho battles.
“I don’t have all day Korra,” Kuvira teased. She leaned forward and rested her chin on her palm, watching Korra analyze her tricky move.
“Korra, can you come here for a second?”
Korra looked up from the board. Asami was standing on the threshold of the kitchen, watching them.
Kuvira gave her a mock salute in return as she walked to the kitchen.
Asami led her into the kitchen where they were out of earshot from Kuvira.
“What’s up?” Korra asked her obviously uncomfortable girlfriend.
“Kuvira’s been over here a lot lately.”
“And?”
“And? And don’t you think that’s a bit much?”
Korra sighed. “She’s having a hard time adjusting to coming back. I’m just being a friend to her.”
Asami chewed on her lip. “But why does it have to be you?”
Korra frowned at her. “Asami, I know exactly what she’s dealing with. She’s gone through so much—like I have.” She shrugged. “We just understand each other.”
“Okay Korra,” Asami breathed and leaned against the kitchen counter.
Korra stretched up on her tiptoes and pressed a quick peck of a kiss on Asami’s cheek. Asami softened a little at her touch.
“Thanks,” Korra said and stomped back into the living room to finish the game of Pai Sho that she was so miserably losing.
A FEW WEEKS LATER
It was a lazy afternoon at the Sato Mansion and Korra and Asami had been lounging in the living room for some time now. Korra was flipping through a Pro Bending magazine on the couch while Asami sat in her reading chair, looking over the local theater’s show listings for that night.
“Hey Korra look at this,” Asami she said and turned the paper around for Korra to see. Korra strained her neck from her spot on the couch to see what Asami was trying to show her. “They have an eight o’clock showing for Love Amongst the Dragons. We should go! It’d be fun! We haven’t done anything like this in a while.”
“Oh…eight o’clock?” she asked nervously.
“Yeah, why?” Asami knew what the answer was going to be.
“Well, um,” Korra started awkwardly and shifted so that she wasn’t facing Asami anymore, “Kuvira and I already made plans for dinner.”
“Well I know you don’t eat that late, so we’ll go after you have dinner with her.”
“Um…”
“What?” She was quite annoyed.
“We were gonna go see one of Varrick’s new movers after.”
Asami scowled at the back of Korra’s head. “Don’t you think you’ve been spending too much time with her as it is?”
Korra sat up and faced her. “No. What’s that supposed to mean?”
Asami set down her newspaper. “This is the third time just this week that you’ve cancelled on me to go hang out with Kuvira.”
“So you’re saying that I shouldn’t help a friend who’s recovering from something horrible happening to her?”
“No! What I’m saying is—“
“What’s your problem with her? Hasn’t she redeemed herself in even the slightest way?” Korra was growing more and more defensive by the second.
“Ugh!” Asami groaned and stood. “You’re always out with her doing something, or bringing her here and it’s driving me insane!”
Korra stood as well.
“Why?”
“Why? I can’t believe you’re asking me why.” She was fuming and stormed off. Asami didn’t have anywhere particular she was intending to go; she just needed to leave the room.
Korra wasn’t about to let her insult her friend and not explain herself, so she was on Asami’s heels in no time.
They had reached the atrium when Korra grabbed Asami’s arm and spun her around.
“Asami! Just tell me what’s going on!”
Asami glared down at her. Her green eyes didn’t hold their usual warmth for Korra, now they were alive and bright with anger.
Just then the doorbell rang. Asami and Korra continued to stare at each other.
“Well go on,” Asami said bitterly. “Go on your stupid date and we’ll talk about this later.”
Korra’s eyes widened. “Date? Is that what you’re so angry about? You think I like Kuvira?”
“It’s not the only thing I’m angry about, Korra, but yeah I do,” Asami seethed.
The front door opened slightly and Kuvira poked her head cautiously though to see what was going on. Upon seeing her, Asami clenched her jaw shut and crossed her arms.
“Uh…I can come back another day…” Kuvira said awkwardly.
“No,” Korra said and dragged her inside. “We’re going to settle this, right here right now.”
Asami met them both with an icy stare.
Korra pointed back and forth between herself and Kuvira. “There is nothing happening between us.”
Kuvira, after realizing what their argument was about, turned a violent shade of red and tried to become as unnoticeable as possible.
Asami groaned. “Korra it’s not only that! I only said it because I was frustrated!”
“Then what is it?!”
“Well, if you just so happen to remember, she killed my father.”
Kuvira and Korra both froze up.
Angry tears threatened to come pouring out of Asami’s eyes at any second. “You say that you’re helping her because she’s been through so much. Well so have I, Korra! Do you know how it feels to see the person you love being best friends with the person who murdered your father?”
Asami was really crying now. She turned quickly on her heel and made her way to the master bedroom.
Korra turned to Kuvira and frowned.
“I think we should…”
“No, I understand,” Kuvira said sympathetically. “I’m sorry. Please tell her that.”
And with that, she was gone.
Korra swallowed, a lump had formed in her throat, and followed Asami to their bedroom. She found Asami curled up on the large bed, shaking from the sobs that escaped her lips. Korra’s heart broke as she witnessed this. She cursed herself for being so inconsiderate and rude; it had somehow slipped her mind that Kuvira’s presence would affect her as much as it did. She should have known better.
“Asami,” she said softly and sat down on the edge of the bed. Asami gave no reply.
She dared to comfort her and placed a hand on Asami’s arm. To her surprise, Asami didn’t recoil, but rolled over to look up at her. Her makeup was slightly trailing down the sides of her face, and given a different circumstance Korra would have found it amusing, but now it only filled her with despair.
“I’m sorry.”
“No,” Korra said. “I’m the one who should be apologizing.”
She laid down next to Asami so that their faces were even with each other. Asami sniffled and wiped at her cheeks, smearing her runny makeup a bit more.
“I didn’t think, and you have every right to be angry with me.”
Asami closed her eyes and took a shaky breath.
“I know you were just trying to help her, I was just frustrated.”
Korra knew better than to try and kiss her, so instead she pulled Asami to her and held her in a protective embrace. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to Asami’s forehead.
Eventually they fell asleep there, holding onto each other for dear life.
