AN: Usually I like to plan my stories in my head and let it stew for a while before I put it down on paper, but I just woke up with this idea this morning and I had to write it down right away. This is going to be a little dialog-heavy so to avoid any confusion:

Bold= Korra

Italics= Asami

"You really suck at painting nails, you know that?"

"Well you should have known better than to ask me to do this. Asking me to paint nails is like asking a homeless man if he knows a good place to find a job."

"Wow. You are terrible. Making fun of homeless people..."

"I'm not making fun of them. Just making a comparison."

"Whatever."

Between Mako's new job and Bolin training with his new Pro-Bending team, the girls found that they had a lot of spare time to sit around and talk. Usually they would go out for dinner or to catch a movie, but tonight they decided to just hang out at Asami's Mansion. Both girls were sitting on the couch in Asami's living room, listening to the radio. Asami was laying down oh her side of the couch, with her feet resting in Korra's lap.

"Well since we already established that I suck at this, can I stop now?"

"No way, you're almost halfway done. you might as well finish."

But the last one is so tiny. Why the hell does anyone even bother to paint the little toe."

"Because the little toe won't feel pretty of you ignore it"

"It's a toe, it doesn't have feelings."

"It does if you hit it against a coffee table."

Korra paused a second to ponder this. "I guess you have a point there."

"Yeah I do." Asami pointed to her toes, "Now keep painting."

"If you weren't feeding me," Korra grumbled. "I would've left hours ago."

"Exactly. So if you want your precious steak, you better do a good job." Asami felt something drip on her ankle. "What was that? Did you spill nail polish on me"

"No."

"So what was it?"

"N-Nothing."

"Korra.."

"I was thinking about meat, Okay?!" Korra spat out. "Do you have any idea what torture it is to live on an island full of vegetarians?!"

"Give me the nail polish, I'll finish it myself" Asami pulled her legs back, making sure to wipe the drool off of her ankle by dragging it across Korra's pants. Korra raised an eyebrow at this and Asami gave her a challenging look in return. Korra decided it wasn't worth fighting over so she didn't say anything and let it slide. They spent the next few minutes in silence as Asami propped her right foot on the coffee table and finished painting her own nails. When she finished, Asami resumed her previous position by laying on the couch with her feet in Korra's lap, staring at the ceiling.

"Okay, I'm bored now. What should we do?"

Asami yawned. "No idea." They just sat for a few minutes staring at the ceiling and listening to the radio in the background.

"Don't you just hate that?"

"Hate what?"

"That awkward silence when you run out of things to talk about."

"It doesn't feel that awkward."

"Yes it does."

"Please this isn't even close to being awkward. I know what awkward feels like."

"You do now? Well will Miss Sato please demonstrate what her idea of awkward is?"

"Gladly," Asami sat up and looked Korra in the eyes. "So Korra, have you ever kissed another girl before?"

"Um...no..."

"Well if you want...I can show you...'things.' It will be fun." Korra's eyes were as wide as saucers. "You see now? 'That' was awkward. Now you know the difference." Korra let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

"So you were only joking?"

"Yeah."

"Oh. Because if you were serious I would totally be down for that." Asami's breath hitched a little at the statement. Korra grinned at the uncomfortable look Asami was giving her. "Not so funny when it's happening to you, is it?" Both girls giggled as the tension in the air evaporated.

"Hell it's not like this is the first time a girl has hit on me."

Korra raised an eyebrow. "Do I really wanna know?"

"No."

"Alright then." Korra paused for a moment. "Hey, you wanna hear a joke?"

"Now we're telling jokes? you must really be bored."

"C'mon! It'll be fun."

Asami sighed. "Alright, shoot."

"Knock, Knock."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

"Knock, Knock."

"No, I'm not doing this. It's stupid"

"Stop being a spoil sport. Knock, Knock"

"No."

"Knock, Knock."

"Nope."

"ASAMI STOP BEING A BRAT AND PLAY ALONG!"

"FINE TELL YOUR STUPID KNOCK KNOCK JOKE!"

"See? that wasn't so hard now, was it?" Korra cleared her throat. "Knock, Knock."

"Come in."

"..."

"...What?"

"I hate you." Korra turned away from Asami and folded her arms across her chest.

"Are you seriously pouting? What are you, five?" Korra remained silent. "Okay, I'm sorry. Tell me your joke. I promise to play along."

"Nope I can't tell the joke now. it's been built up too much and it won't be funny anymore."

"Just tell the joke Korra."

"No. Like I said, it's been built up too much and you won't laugh at it."

"I wasn't going to laugh at it anyway. Knock Knock jokes are stupid."

"Oh really? I bet I can make you smile with this one."

"Five bucks says you can't."

"I can get behind that." Both girls pulled money out of their pockets and set it down on the coffee table. "Asami, say 'Knock, Knock'"

"Okay. Knock, Knock."

"Who's there?"

"...Um..."

"Well? Who's there?"

"You crafty little brat!" Asami giggled. "You tricked me!" Korra grabbed the money on the table and quickly pocketed it.

"Don't care! You still smiled!" Korra stood up and stretched, working the kinks out of her back. Korra held her hand out for Asami and pulled the taller girl out of her seat. "Lets go eat those steaks now, I'm hungry."

"Dinner's not ready yet."

"I don't care if it's not ready yet. I'm hungry and I. Will. Have. My. Steak. I don't care if it's still attached to the cow, I'm going to eat the hell out of that steak."

"Fine let's go then." Both girls walked out of the living room and headed down the halls toward the kitchen.

"Hey Asami, wanna hear another Knock Knock joke?"

Asami knew there was no point with fighting Korra again. "Go ahead..." She groaned.

"Knock, Knock!"

"Who's there?"

"Banana!"

Asami slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand and slowly dragged it across her face. "Korra I swear to God, if you continue that joke, I'm going to throw your steak out of the fucking window." The shorter woman couldn't help but laugh at her frustration.

"Fair enough."

AN: Gotta love that Korrasami friendship (or you can just imagine it as a romance if you are desperate). Now that I got that out of my system, I can focus on my other story ideas. If you enjoyed my oneshot, please, feel free to leave a review, you know how happy that makes a writer feel.