Monday, he had paperwork. Tuesday and Wednesday he pulled all nighters. Thursday he came home to an empty house. And now it was Friday, and she had plans for the both of them. Without his knowing of course.
Korra had spent her Thursday evening away with Asami, going through some things in her new apartment, and left with some of which Asami found no use for, but Korra would be of much use.
Mako had come home late like usual. Tired and aching were the words that replayed in his mind. The apartment was dark and quiet. And he wanted nothing but the sole comfort of his mattress and the smooth cool mocha skin of his fiancé's arms around him. He dragged himself into their room, and plopped face first onto the mattress. He sighed with relief as he soaked in the feeling of the soft sheets. But then soft hands began to run up his spine, and rub at the base of his neck. And then lips pressed to the cuff of his ear, and they whispered,
"Good evening, handsome."
A chill ran down his spine as her thumbs rub circles in his shoulder blades. But the chill was replaced with muffled moans from the sheet.
"Tough day sweetie?', she whispered in a soft voice.
"It's a whole lot better now.", he said bringing his face up from the fabric. And with that, he was greeted by the sight of Korra, with her grown back long hair, wavy and flowing down her shoulders. And a short deep red nightgown, with a slit in the leg. Mako didn't realize his mouth was open until it was dry.
"Really?", she asked in a quiet tone. "You think it-"
She gently rolled him onto his back, and straddled him. Her face inched closer as she spoke.
"Can get better?", she finished.
He was speechless. The awkward dork inside of him had shown and had no idea how to respond. He simply stuttered as he tried to hide the pigmented blush rising up in his face. And it wasn't helping that she smelled just so intoxicating. Vanilla and jasmine clouded his senses with her touch.
She ran her hands up his clothed, toned stomach. When they caressed the skin of his collarbone, Korra began to unbutton his uniform. She quickly popped the buttons out and was greet with his white tank top. As her fingers gripped at the edge of the fabric, his hand rose to her wrist to stop her.
"Sweetie, as much I'm enjoying this-", he tried to explain.
"I can tell.", she said before she rubbed her knee slightly against the bulge in his pants. He hissed as it made contact.
"I really am enjoying this but…", he began. But stopped when the signature sad pout of Korra came out to play. His eyes softened at her expression, but his words continued. "Don't you think you'd enjoy this more when-"
She pressed her finger to his lips silencing him. She shushed him softly as she pressed a kiss to his collarbone.
"The whole point of surprises is enjoying them right?", she husked.
And then her hand slid under his tank top, and rub along his toned, tight stomach.
"Right, Mako?", she asked again.
He gulped. Spirits, she always knew how to get him tied around her finger.
"Yes ma'am.", he squeaked out.
She smirked against his skin as she made way at the rest of his clothes. Surprises come in all shapes and sizes. But Korra's came in ways only Mako dreamed of.