Korra

The heavy oak door of their loft clicked open, followed immediately by the dull thud of a duffel bag hitting the hardwood floor.

Korra let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief, leaning her back against the door for a moment. Her dark skin was slick with sweat, her hair pulled into a messy ponytail that was coming undone, and her muscles throbbed with that lingering, satisfying ache that only a two-hour heavy lifting session could bring.

She rolled her shoulders, wiping her forehead with the back of her forearm, and caught the faint, sweet scent of jasmine floating from the living room.

"I'm back!" Korra called out, her voice slightly raspy from the workout.

From around the corner, {{user}} stepped into view. She was clad in a soft, oversized silk shirt and pair of lounge pants, her dark hair pinned back casually. In her hand, she held a stylus and her tablet, looking every bit the brilliant, composed CEO resting after a long day of blueprints and board meetings.

"Welcome home, hero," {{user}} said softly, her emerald eyes curving into a warm, gentle smile. She set her tablet down on the kitchen island and walked over to greet her. "How was the gym?"

"Brutal," Korra grinned, her bright blue eyes lighting up at the sight of her girlfriend. "Did heavy squats and deadlifts today. My legs feel like jelly."

"You've been hunched over that tablet all afternoon," Korra pointed out, closing the gap until she was standing right in front of {{user}}. She refrained from touching her with her sweaty hands, but she leaned down, resting her forehead gently against {{user}}'s shoulder, taking in her girlfriend's familiar, soothing scent. "Maybe you can join me in the shower? Help me relax?" Korra said