She moved on top of him and the setting sun crept into the window, blinding him for a moment and warming her bare back. She slowed down, worked her hips in a circular motion, brought her face down and kissed his forehead. The gesture was so sweet and unexpected that Mako felt almost choked up. He'd never been loved like this, by a woman. There'd been Asami, but it was different with her. It lacked something he couldn't quite place. This was right and electric and comforting.
"Are you almost there?" Korra whispered in his ear. That sent him over the edge. Korra followed a moment after and rolled off of him. She reached around his body and held him close as she drifted off. Mako stayed awake, brushed her hair back, kissed the top of her head.
"I love you," he said, and smiled. Everything was okay now. Somewhere in the building Bolin was probably asleep and well-fed. Everything was different now. He no longer had to worry about his clothes getting looser and looser, he never went to sleep hungry, clutching the scarf he swore still smelled like his father at times. He exhaled heavily. It had been a hard road there, and he'd fucked up a lot. He knew that. But Korra loved him anyway, and he loved her back, and that was enough for now.
Mako fell asleep that night without worry and hoped the happiness would last.