You've seen Northern Water Tribe dancing. [ Korra retorts. She pulls Asami onto the dance floor, trying not to get distracted by how gorgeous Asami looks in that red dress. ] This is how we do it in the South.
[ It is enthusiastic. Maybe Asami is right about that. But Korra does her best to do what she learned all those years ago, moving her feet, her hips, her arms. It even makes her smile, which she really needs tonight. ]
[ Asami's definitely not dancing in the same way but damn it, she is doing her level best to keep up with Korra. She's laughing, and twirling right along with her, stomping her feet in her fancy heels.
Korra has this way of being that makes Asami feel—free, maybe, is the word for it. Like she doesn't have to be graceful, or pretty. This dance isn't either of those things, and that means Asami doesn't have to be either of those things: she can just be Asami, laughing and waving her arms and twirling close to Korra as the song comes to a close. They're both panting and grinning. ]
Okay, city girl. [ Korra pants, gripping Asami's arm. They're very close to one another, and Korra can feel Asami's breath on her cheek. ] Show me how they do it in Republic City.
Think you can keep up? [ Asami's feeling daring with all this closeness and Korra's hand strong and hot on her arm. The skin-to-skin contact, as innocent as it is, is making her whole body thrum with heat.
Tahno shifts into a new song, something sort of jazzy, and Asami flashes Korra a bright grin and drags her close, pressing one hand to the small of her back and grabbing her other hand tight.
She's used to following, but Asami's a better dancer than most of the boys she learned with. She can lead just fine. ]
[ That is not what she was expecting. Their bodies are pressed flush together and Korra is far too aware of Asami's hand on her back, her hand in Asami's.
And then there's Asami's face, so close to her own, smiling and determined and wow. She takes Korra's breath away. ]
Seems kinda easy. [ She manages to say, her voice too low ]
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[ It is enthusiastic. Maybe Asami is right about that. But Korra does her best to do what she learned all those years ago, moving her feet, her hips, her arms. It even makes her smile, which she really needs tonight. ]
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Korra has this way of being that makes Asami feel—free, maybe, is the word for it. Like she doesn't have to be graceful, or pretty. This dance isn't either of those things, and that means Asami doesn't have to be either of those things: she can just be Asami, laughing and waving her arms and twirling close to Korra as the song comes to a close. They're both panting and grinning. ]
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Tahno shifts into a new song, something sort of jazzy, and Asami flashes Korra a bright grin and drags her close, pressing one hand to the small of her back and grabbing her other hand tight.
She's used to following, but Asami's a better dancer than most of the boys she learned with. She can lead just fine. ]
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And then there's Asami's face, so close to her own, smiling and determined and wow. She takes Korra's breath away. ]
Seems kinda easy. [ She manages to say, her voice too low ]