Author's Note 2/10/14: I posted these first two "chapters" on my tumblr. I thought I would compile them together here.

In short, Mako never met Asami (or at least not yet) and he and Korra somehow became make-out buddies. The agreement is meant to be just business without silly emotions, but of course... they both end up secretly wanting to date each other.

P.S. I don't know why, but this one and the next one both happen on Air Temple Island.

The door opened on its own and Korra slid into the room. She gave Mako one mischievous grin and sauntered over. Her hands slid over his shoulders, pulling his neck down.

"Korra," he chided, reaching back and holding her wrists. His thumbs ran over her pulse. They were going to be late. "No."

For a brief moment, she looked hurt. She pulled away. "You don't want to kiss me?"

Mako sighed, scanning down her body. "Of course, I do."

Korra noticed his inspection and held back at smirk. She forced a pout and looked up through her lashes. "No, you don't."

He licked his lips and bent down to prove her wrong. Sure, he was taking the obvious bait, but she pressed her body into his and he didn't really care. She smiled into the kiss, clutching his shoulders and forcing more contact.

He chuckled against her lips. She was always so eager. Her kisses trailed along his jaw, sometimes missing his lips in her haste. He cradled her face in his hands, pressing his lips to hers in soft, slow movements. She caught on and if her mouth wasn't enough, she had started grinding against him.

Mako hissed before sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. Now, the game was on. Korra's tongue slicked over his mouth, seeking entry. She was panting against him. She couldn't be that worked up yet, could she? He let one hand trail down to her hip, holding her close for more friction. Who was he kidding? He got worked up the moment she walked in there with that look.

Korra began to pull away and Mako chased her, crashing his lips against hers. She turned her head away, inadvertently offering her neck. He lavished her tanned skin, sucking and nibbling at it. Korra tried to hold back any noise, but she groaned, her hips arching into his.

"Okay…" she breathed, holding onto his biceps and pulling him away. "We have to go."

Mako's heated gaze went from her flushed cheeks down to his own hands on her hips. After a heavy sigh, he stepped away. "Okay."

Korra went to the door, but paused. Mako hadn't moved an inch. "You coming?"

"Yeah," he nodded. His head bowed down and he shuffled his feet, adjusting his pants. "I… need a minute."

She followed his hand's trail and blushed at the prominent bulge. "A-alright," she smiled, giggling under her breath.

"It's not funny." Mako scowled at her for good measure.

She took a step back into the room, drawling, "I could always help you with that…"

His heart pounded, the bulge twitched and Korra laughed, her eyes crinkling shut. Then, she skipped out of the room, grinning wide and bright.

Mako let one hand cup his face, dragging down as he sighed. Why did she have to say that? This was worse. Now, he was thinking about all the ways she could help…