A/N: Old fanfic I started somewhere near the end of Book 2 and never got to finish. I found it these days, re-read and decided to give it another try. So here's the monstruosity I created. Enjoy ;) P.S. English is not my first language and I haven't writen anything for a loooong time. Sorry for making excuses but I'm really insecure about my writing ~.~"

07-23-2016: Fixed some mistakes, also *drumrolls* chapter 2 to be posted soon! (and this time for sure)

Korra jolted up from the bed almost shoving Mako to the floor. An unfamiliar warmness pooling inside her lower belly. She lowered her hand in between her legs as she felt something sticky leaking out of her.

"Mako! Why didn't you pulled out?"

Mako propped himself up in his elbows and twisted his head to look at her, obviously caught off guard by the Korra's sudden reaction. "Uhh… well… I was kinda… busy down there with your legs hooked around me like that!" he stammered, his face turning to a deep shade of red.

Korra snapped her head at his direction, her cheeks flushed half because of her previous arousal and now embarassment. "Hey, don't you put the blame on me! Not funny, City Boy!" Korra fumed at him, the redness on her face reaching an level that matched his.

She did remember well her previous acts - Oh! she did - and she remember very well him not complaining at all, just a few moments ago.

Now he was staring at her with the dorkiest face only he can make, in all his naked glory - what Korra tried not to get distracted by again; his raised eyebrow to her as if asking "what to do next?" just infuriated her more.

She rolled her eyes at him. With a grunt Korra left the bed. "Im going to take a shower." She said as she bowed down to gather her clothes that were sprawled on the floor and rushed to his small bathroom.

Mako sat on the edge of the bed and let out a small huff. He reached for his underwear and pulled it up. Few minutes ago Korra was writhing underneath him, with her eyes dazed with lust and making that noises that could sent him over the edge just by thinking about it, and everything was just so good; now he has her locked up in his bathroon throwing curses at him.

He walked to the bathroom door and leaned closer the wooden surface, inside he could hear the sound of water splashing followed by Korra's annoyed voice -"Damn, it was too deep... I can't waterbend it out!"

Mako rasped his knuckles on the door. "Korra?" The water stopped, signalizing he got her attention. "Maybe you're doing a big deal about it. It's not like you didn't use any kind of protection yourself-"

"I don't."

Oh Spirits!

When Korra finally went out of the bathroom, she past through him at the hallway without even looking at his direction.

"Wait" he touched her shoulder to stop her, "please tell me today is one of those safe days."

Korra stopped on her tracks but didn't turned to face him. "No, it's not, AT ALL. Actually it was the worst day it could happen."

"Dammit!" She hears him mutter. Korra peeked over her shoulder and saw him run his hands over his face.

A deep sense of guilt twisted her gut. She really, REALLY, shouldn't be there tonight. If just she could control her impulses and just have stayed at the Air Temple Island, none of it wouldn't have happened. "No" she thought again. She shouldn't blame only herself on this. It was both's fault. If BOTH of them have controled their needs... They were done for over two months by now but apparently not really over each other - or at least not the physical part. Just a few weeks ago she broke onto his apartment. Words were said and suddenly things got heated to the point they ended up in a mess of tangled limbs on his couch. And it was downfall from there. Now they couldn't stop, although both knew they should.

"So, what do we do now?" he asked from behind her.

"I will seek if there's some herbs or something for it", she turned to him again with her arms crossed over her chest. Her gaze still avoided his. "... but basically we wait and see" she finished with a slight shrug.

Mako felt his stomach sink. "Okay, so when do you-"

"I'll call you in a month or so, then I should have a real answer," she stated bluntly, before leaving his apartment with no more words.

Mako lost count of the days that has passed since that fateful night, but he was certain that one month had already passed. He did his best to bury his head in paperwork to not think about Korra, and despite his efforts she refused to left his mind. She should have gotten in touch with him by now, but still there was no news from her.

Since their breakup, was it destiny or karma or just a coincidence, there were always something to bring them together; was it Bolin insisting with the idea that the "Team Avatar" should hang out together, a job call requiring the Avatar to help on some criminal activity or just the fact they lived on the same city. Many of them situations leading to just one thing…

Both Mako and Korra knew it was doing any good for their relationship - if they were going to insist on their agreement on just being friends - but neither really wanted to let it go. They knew that it must stop, but apparentely can't find a reason strong enough to do so. Until now, at last.

It was a cold evening in Republic City. The autumn wind making the windows of the Police Headquarters clatter. Mako was ready to call it a day. He piled up the files he would have to work on the following day and make sure his table was as well organized as possible - his desk was the tidiest of the entire department, something he was proud of.

He wrapped the red scarf securely on his neck and bid his co-workers goodbye. Mako flinched at the thought of the walk back home, with the cold wind blowing on his cheeks as well as the dried leaves and newspaper pages flying towards him. He wasn't really fond of this cold weather. It brought back memories and not of a good kind; from more difficult times living with his younger brother on the streets, trying to find a warm shelter to spend the night but usually having to content themselves with just a few pieces of cardboard.

Mako was almost at the entrance hall when he saw someone hurry into the building, clothed in an unmistakable blue parka and a furry pelt.

"Korra? Why the rush for?" She reached him with a worried expression on her face, signaling that it could not be good news…

"I'm late." Korra blurted out.

Mako couldn't put it together instantly, his mind was too tired after a day at work, "Uh... for what, exactly?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Mako! You know what I mean!" Korra put her hands on her hips impatiently. The confused look on his fact proving he wasn't mocking her and she would have to explain herself further. She looked both ways before speaking again, fortunately the building was almost empty at that hour.

"My period... is late..." She said in a low voice. "Two weeks already."

Mako could swear the world stopped spinning after what she said.

His legs faltered a bit and he felt breathless; unconsciously he lifted a hand to his scarf for security, as if that would prevent him from fainting or else.

He managed to say something but the words stumbled on his tongue. "So i-it means that you… you are-"

"I'm n-not sure yet…" she cut him off, struggling with the words as well. "I haven't been to a healer yet."

"Why not?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm giving it a few more days…" Korra started to nervously pick at her furry pelt, "or maybe I'm too afraid of the answer."

Mako felt a rush of panic overcome him. This time they really messed it up. In a matter of seconds his mind traveled from Korra, to his carrer - which was just starting - to their friends and family reaction at Korra's presumed pregnancy. If the gossip spreads out, the reporters surely would have a field day. The fact that the teenage - and unwed - Avatar may have gotten pregnant by the youngest rookie in Republic City - who was also her ex-boyfriend – must be a front page for sure.

Oh, it would be such a scandal.

"But wait a second" Mako shook his head trying to think coherently again, "if you're not even sure yet… Why are you telling me this?" he inquired her, his words not sounding exactly as he intended to.

Korra mouth hung open at his words. She wasn't expecting him to be all happy, to hug her, spin her around or anything... Actually she couldn't really imagine what his reaction would be, but wasn't really confortable with the one she got.

"Well, because it SHOULD be of your concern, Mr. Detective!" She bursted out, raising her voice to barely screaming and pointing at him an accusing finger "… and since it's your FAULT-

"MY FAULT?" He asked stunned. His voice raising to almost the same level of hers. "Sorry, but I didn't forced you into ANYTHING!"

The few people in the room stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to look at them. Feeling their gazes at her, Korra stopped talking and lowered her head in shame; her eyes starting to sting as tears began to form behind them.

"Forget what I said, Mako. I won't bother you with it again." She said softly before running through the large front door and disappearing into the night.

"Korra, wait-"

He tried to call her but she was already long gone. The pained look in her face before she left - one he already saw her wearing and prayed the spirits to never have to see on her again – made his heart split in the middle so loud as if he was able to hear it cracking.

Mako tugged at the scarf around his neck. From the corner of his eye he could see that the people around still stared at him, some of them making comments in low voices to the person aside.

He ignored them and walked through the big front door. Outside, Mako was forced to hide part of his face behind the red fabric around his neck due to the cold night wind. Dry leaves and dust threatened to get in his eyes as he already predicted.

It would be a long walk back to his apartment.

End of first chapter :)

I'm currently working on the next - and last - one. Sorry if I made Mako a bit of a jerk here, I promise I'll make it up on the following chapter =_="

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