Korra sat with her legs crossed and Mako's right hand in her lap. Mako had no choice but to sit beside her in the cool grass.
She tugged his glove off, one finger at a time, and grinned at how tense he was as the breeze ruffled his hair. "Relax, Mako. I'm not going to hurt you."
"I know," he said indignantly, his fingers curling ever so slightly, "It's just…it feels weird without them."
Korra pulled the rest of the glove off, then leaned forward to kiss his scarred palm. He relaxed slightly as she cradled his hand in hers.
She traced the raised flesh of his scar with her fingertip. "Katara taught me how to read palms when I was little. I want to see what yours says."
Mako remained silent, though her gentle touch sent shivers down his spine.
"Your life line is straight, and long," Korra smirked. "That means you're cautious when it comes to life and love."
Mako reddened and Korra pecked one rosy cheek. "It's deep, though. You'll live long and well."
He was somewhat appeased.
"Your heart line is deep, too. That means you keep your emotions under control, and this curve here? That means you give all of yourself to love, no matter the cost."
"I think you're giving me a biased reading," Mako said teasingly, and started to pull his hand back.
Korra protested, "Of course not! It's all right here!" She yanked his hand back.
"Alright," he humored her, "what does it say about my future?"
Korra followed the lines with her index finger, then looked up at him with a smirk. "Do you really need me to read your palm to tell you that?"
He rolled his eyes. "I don't need you to tell me any of this, but that didn't stop you."
She stuck out her bottom lip and released his hand. "Well apparently we're going to be together forever and always. Sorry about that."
He laughed and pulled her into his lap. She curled against his chest in spite of herself. "I already knew that, too, but it's always nice to hear again."