A/N: Hey guys! This is my first Korra fic, and it's for all you Makorra shippers out there. Not sure how I like the ending, but it's all I got. Anyway, I'll have some more YJ fics up soon. Review, and totally feel free to shoot me some ideas on future fics! Love all you guys, and have fun reading!

Disclaimer: No matter how much I plead I can never own anything cool like DC comics, cartoon network, young justice, LoK, the batmobile, or a giant dinosaur.

Though it was late, well past midnight, the lights were still on at the Pro-Banding Arena.

"Again!" Mako shouted as Korra began the exercise drill once more.

"We've been training for hours!" she whined as she hurled two chunks of earth towards the net.

"Complaining won't win us the championship. Now, again!"

Korra put on a mega pout face, mumbling to herself about the all powerful Mako who could do no wrong and blah blah blah.

She could feel her concentration slipping, but annoyane drove her to push herself even farther.

With a grunt she flung more disks of earth at the net. They barely hit the net before they fell to the floor.

Korra stood panting, bent over with her hands on her knees. She could feel a few beads of sweat on her brow.

"I may not be an earth bender, but I don't need to be to tell you that your stance is way off." Mako sneered.

Korra looked up and stuck her tongue out at the firebender. Mako sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Just because she was the Avatar, that doesn't make her more mature.

"Okay pretty boy, show me how it's done." she snorted.

"Take your stance." he ordered. She obeyed.

For once Korra felt self conscious. She had to focus to keep the heat from rising in her cheeks as Mako circled her. His eyes swept over her body, surveying her like she was a show horse up for sale.

He walked up behind her and readjusted her arms. She felt her body stiffen when his stomach pressed against her back.

"What is wrong with me? It's just Mako. Mr. I'msoseriousallthetime" she thought to herself.

"From what I remember of what Bolin has told me about earthbending, you need to keep a strong core. Keep yourself sturdy (and stubborn he added under his breath) like a rock." he said in a smooth, low voice.

Korra removed herself from her stance, and placed a hand on her cocked hip.

"I don't get why Bolin isn't teaching me this stuff! Not that I even need it, I've already been trained." she said indignantly.

"Bolin went to town for the night and we can't afford to lose training this close to the championship." he said this all with a cool tone as he went to get his water bottle.

Korra could hear the irritation under his cool facade.

"Quit stressing, we'll do fine." she said.

In an attempt to alleviate his angst she placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Her thumb rubbed in soothing circles against his muscled skin.

It took all the force Mako had in his body not to lean back into her touch. A rumbling purr had seemed to ignite deep within his chest. Her shook her hand off.

He stood deep in thought and missed as a devilish smirk come across Korra's face.

Just then a flaming bolt of fire whizzed by his face, nearly singing his hair.

"What the-?" he spun around.

"Oh Mako," she crooned, "your stance is all wrong." with this she shot another fist full of flames at the young man.

He raised his arms in defense, and just in time, as he felt the warm breath of flames lick at his skin. It was not unpleasant, it was almost gentle.

A smirk of his own graced his face, his gold eyes smoldering like embers.

He felt the heat rising within him, his energy building on itself. One breath in, the energy doubled,. Another breath in, the energy tripled. He could feel the heat, so hot to the point it was almost cold, burn through every vein in his body. Mako moved his foot, adjusted his torso, and brought in his arms. With a final exhale he felt the energy shoot from every molecule he possessed. The air crackled and fizzed as the fire erupted from his hands in a scorching burst. The fire engulfed the space between them and he could still feel the tingle it left on his finger tips.

"Oh, its on!" Korra shouted as she dove through the dieing wall of flames Mako had built.

Flames hurtled left and right in a dazzling display of power. Each of them were putting all they had into this fight.

"Ready to give up Flame-o?" Korra teased as and arch or flames shot from her foot.

"Wouldn't dream of it." He replied. His voice was low, hoarse, and almost sensual.

Korra felt her body tingling, thou she wasn't sure if it was from her bending, or a particular handsome boy in the room.

She noticed how agile he was. How easily he ducked and swerved out of the path of her inferno blasts. His tank top clung to his chiseled body, now damp with sweat. He was so lean and muscular, his abs rippled beneath his shirt. She saw the way his hips cut into a sharp V and his masculine jaw was set in determination. His eyes...oh his eyes! And those fingerless gloves, damn, they got her every time. It was hard to keep her mind on bending, and not ogling. But still, this was Mako. She definitely didn't have feelings for him! ….right?

Korra was losing this fight, and she and Mako both knew it. She was getting pressed further and further close to the cold stone wall behind her.

Mako had her cornered, he grinned in satisfaction. He let out a final burst of fire when...

"Ouch!" Korra srceamed.

She fell to the floor, face turned away from him, shaking.

"Oh no, oh my god..." he muttered softly to himself.

He had been so careful not to hurt her! Mako hadn't even felt the fire collide with her skin. He didn't sense it, but here she was, curled and burned on the floor.

Mako knelt down, a pleading, desperate look in his ocher eyes.

"Korra...I...are you..."

In an instant she sprang at him with a victorious giggle. Before he knew it he was pinned to the floor, with Korra straddling his chest. She held her hand in a ready fist, bursting with flames.

Her face was alite with joy. How stupid Mako felt for letting her trick him!

He had never really taken a moment to step back and admire her beauty. She had grown to become like an annoying sister he couldn't get rid of, but as of late he had started to see her differently. How her hair was the perfect, shiny shade of brown. How smooth, supple, and strong her skin was. He could stare forever into her ocean blue eyes. Mako loved her smile. Her real smile, not the arrogant smirk she often wore. She was always so brave, and so confident, and he admired this.

Korra leaned down, now their faces were just inches from each others. He felt his breath catch in his throat.

"I win." she breathed into the hollow of his neck.

He rolled his eyes and she, reluctantly, pried herself off of him.

"I'll give you one thing Avatar, you've got game."

She tossed her hair (now out of its ponytails), and smiled. A real smile.

Mako wasn't quite sure what it was that drove him to do this. Maybe it was seeing her really smile, maybe it was some hidden reason he didn't know about, but he couldn't explain what he did next.

Slowly, step by step, he advanced towards her. He saw apprehension in her eyes. Mako continued on.

Kora was standing there, and next she knew, Mako was slowly walking her way. She couldn't decipher his expression.

They were close now. Too close for comfort. His palm was flat against the hard stone wall, the other handing at his side. Korra was pinned between him and the wall. Their breath mingled in the air between them, the room seemed to escalate ten degrees in temperature.

The distance between them was so close, so unbearable! Korra felt a throbbing deep within her. She realized she wanted Mako...he belonged to her. All she wanted was to send her lips crashing down on his. Korra knew he wanted the same.

Their lips awaited each others presence. He just began to lean in...the air just began to pop and sizzle...their bodies burned as the distance between them closed. It was all just a matter of seconds before their lips met...

"Hey guys! 'Sup?" hollered Bolin.

Their lips were a fraction of a millimeter apart, and both their thoughts were, "damn it Bolin!"

Korra felt her face flush red beneath her dark complexion. Mako's ears turned pink and his fists began to smoke slightly.

"Oh, nothing! Nothing at all! Just...Training!" she shouted.

With this she proceeded to sock an unsuspecting Mako in the jaw, sending him in the opposite direction.

Bolin, oblivious to her lie, burst into peals of joyous laughter.

"She got you good bro!" Bolin chortled.

Mako stood, displeased, rubbing the sore spot on his chin. He glanced over at Korra and snorted, flames shooting from his nostrils.

Korra shot his an apologetic look. His expression softened.

"Alright, well you two don't get into too much trouble." the earthbender chuckled as he left the training room.

Korra looked out the window to the midnight blue sky speckled with thousands of stars.

"I'd better get going." She muttered softly.

Mako did not protest. He didn't say a word.

Korra was about to exit through the window when suddenly a fingerless gloved hand grasped her wrist. She whirled around and was caught in Mako's strong, capable arms.

In an instant his mouth had caught hers. She went rigid at first, but immediately melted into him.

Her mouth moving in sync with his, his hands, one gently cupping her jaw, the other firmly at the small of her back. Her fingers were knotted into his hair.

Mako, ever so lightly, brushed his tongue along the line of her bottom lip. Korra obliged, and she seemed to purr from the inside. Mako moaned softly against her lips. They both felt that they couldn't get themselves close enough together.

After an agonizingly long moment, they broke apart gasping.

"What the hell are we doing?" Korra whispered softly in his ear.

"Beats me." he replied simply.

They kissed briefly and passionately once more and then Korra rose to her feet.

"Don't be late for practice tomorrow." he reminded her.

"Wouldn't dream on it flame-o." she said with a wink.

Korra climbed to the window and leaped, allowing herself to be caught in a magnificent funnel of water.

When she returned home and snuck into bed, she dreamed of pleasant things. She was very much looking forward to her private training session with Mako.

Meanwhile, back at the arena, Mako was trudging his way up to his room. Though his limbs felt numb and heavy, distant from the rest of his body, his head was buzzing and alive. He could still feel a whisper of her on his lips...

"Well, look who finally showed up." Bolin said from his seat on the couch.

"I thought I told you not to wait up." Mako said absently.

"You didn't." he replied and Pabu scurried up his shoulder. Bolin rubbed his head affectionately.

"Whatever, I'm going to bed. Night little bro." Mako said as he made his way off to where he slept.

Bolin leaned down and whispered to Pabu, "No, we won't tell him that we know. Not just yet."

Mako lied down in bed feeling oddly detached, but slightly grounded at the same time. He went to sleep, very excited for his one on one training session the next day with Korra.