A/N: Just a little something of one of my favorite ships. Enjoy.

Asami spun around in the store running her fingers through the hanging clothes. She hummed a simple tune as she waited. It was a warm day, bright and sunny with a slight breeze making the day perfect for shopping.

She spun around again at the sound of the thuds and bangs from inside the dressing room. Asami approached knocking on the door with a smirk, "You alright in there?"

"I'm in a dress, what do you think?" Korra grumbled from inside the small changing room.

Asami chuckled lightly and leaned up against the door leisurely, "I don't get it," She started "You've been in a dress before, why is this time so much different?"

Korra grumbled again, "Last time Tenzin said it was a one-time thing; that I'd never have to wear a dress again if I wore it for Tarrlok's party." She banged around in the room as she muttered curses under her breath.

Asami pushed off the door, the bags across the room catching her eye, "You're the one who volunteered to sit on the council while they searched for a better candidate." She turned a green handbag over in her hands.

"Yeah, that was before I was told I had to dress formally to the meetings!" She continued to protest. Asami grinned as Korra complained and she moved on to the headbands. She picked one up that was decorated with some feathers. Asami moved over to the mirror and pushed the headband on her head and tilting her head admiring the accessory.

"I bet I don't even look good in this thing." Asami heard Korra mumble. The store fell silent for a moment. A horn off a Satomobile from out on the street honked.

Asami moved in front of the dressing room door, "Don't be silly, I'm sure you look fine." Korra didn't respond. "Come on, let's see." Asami persisted.

"I look stupid." Korra moaned.

"Korra." Asami said sternly not giving the Avatar a choice in the matter.

At first there was another silence where Asami almost moved to open the door herself, but Korra creaked it open slowly stepping out into the light. Asami smiled at the sight of Korra in her pretty water tribe dress. The soft blue fabric fell lightly on Korra's shoulders and hugged her waist and then fell just above her bare knees. Korra wobbled awkwardly in the dark boots unfamiliar with the heels.

Asami's smile did not waver; she stepped forward and stroked the soft fabric of the dress. "What are you talking about?" Asami said letting her hand fall on Korra's waist, "You look wonderful."

Korra smiled sheepishly and held up the white fur shawl that Asami had given her earlier, "What do I do with this?" Korra asked failing at trying to change the subject.

Asami giggled as she took the shawl and walked behind Korra and placed it on her shoulders, "Here, like this, and then this goes around your arms like this, perfect." Asami smoothed out the fabric on her shoulders and Korra turned around again.

"Does it really look good?" Korra asked still uncomfortable.

"Of course, dear, you're beautiful."

Korra smiled and reached out over Asami's head stroking the feather headband, "Are you getting this?" she asked admiring the colorful feathers.

"Do you like it?" Asami asked eyeing Korra's hand.

"Yeah, it's pretty and it matches your hair."

"Then I think I'll get it."

Korra's hand fell to Asami's cheek, caressing it lovingly, "Thank you, for everything, Asami, it means a lot what you're doing."

Asami flushed red and grasped Korra's hand, "It's nothing, honey." Korra suddenly took the chance to peck Asami on the cheek. The action was so sudden that it caught both of them off guard. Korra giggled and her hands fell to Asami's waist now blushing was well.

"Come on," Asami said stifling her laugh, "Go get changed so we can buy these. Then we can go home." Korra grinned and headed back into the changing room lingering her grip on Asami's hand, only letting go at the very last second.