Woohoo, it's Korroh Week! WHo else is celebrating this joyous occasion? Hopefully not just me. So, here's my contirbution for day one, which is "Dancing in Harmony". I'll be converting the prompts to one-worders, though, to suit my fancy. Also, this hasn't been edited. So, sorry for any mistakes you find.

A bit of backstory: Korra has to be taught how to dance for diplomatic/social reasons, and General Iroh is asked to step up for the job. I'm pretending Asami doesn't exist. Despite the training she's likely had, another girl teaching Korra to dance, I think, wouldn't be as effective as a man teaching her. -shrug- Also, the song I used fo rthis is 'Lost My Heart in Republic City'.

Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the plot. All else belongs to Bryke.


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"This is so stupid," Korra huffs, for the umpteenth time that evening.

Music pours from the radio that rests in the corner, filling the room with a soft jazz number. Her right hand is clasped in Iroh's left, while her other rests on his shoulder. His own right hand has a gentle, but firm grip on her hip, guiding her in the correct steps. They have been at this for several hours, but Korra feels like she isn't making any notable progress.

"It is not stupid," Iroh murmurs, leading her in a spin. "This is a valuable skill that you should have learned years ago."

"Well, excuse me, but I was a little busy mastering the elements." He lips juts out in its trademark pout.

"Diplomacy and social skills are equally as useful and important as combat skills," he replies easily. "I learned to dance when I was thirteen. I'm surprised your esteemed masters didn't require you to learn, as well."

"I was five when we found out I was the Avatar – dancing wasn't exactly at the top of the to-do list."

"Yes, but when you were older, closer to making your presence officially known to the world? As well as a warrior, you are a diplomat. How many galas and political events have you attended since announcing your arrival in this city?" He quirks an elegant black brow.

Korra frowns. "Too many."

Iroh chuckles, looking down at her in a way that makes her knees tremble. Not that she'll admit that. "If it helps you, imagine you are bending. Dancing and bending, I find, often coincide. The forms of waterbending in particular are closely related to the sweeping movements of the waltz."

As he sends her spinning away from and back to him, Korra sees the resemblance. Suddenly, complicated steps melt into natural extensions of arm and leg, subtle movements that are second nature to her. She feels lighter, happier. Relieved that for once something has clicked within her mind.

"See there?" Iroh says, pulling her closer to him. She can feel their hearts beating together. Almost in time with the music; totally in sync with one another. It is at once imbalanced and harmonious. "You're moving like a lifelong dancer now."

The song from the radio fades out and on the last waning chords, Iroh brings their dance to a standstill. They stand there this way, locked in an embrace while azure meets topaz, for several minutes. Iroh's lips, she thinks, are close enough to touch with her own. She wonders what they would taste like.

"Congratulations, Avatar Korra." His breath, surprisingly cool, washes over her in a rush of spearmint. Her mouth runs dry. "You can dance."

But Korra wants so much more than this.

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