Prologue-
"I'm sorry, but there is nothing I can do." Katara spoke as she entered the small waiting room in the hut. Her eyes scanned the faces there. Her son and his family, Lin, the friends of Korra, and the young avatar's parents. They all wanted to hear something else. Hear that Katara was able to bring Korra's bending back. But there was nothing she could do.
Korra was the next to enter the room. Her face sullen and eyes never meeting anyone else's. She said nothing as she left the hut, tears streaming down her face. Bolin and Asami started after her to be stopped by Mako. He needed to be there for her and he needed to tell her something without them there. He gave them a weak smile as he left, trying to give them hope. He found her next to Naga, ready to run away. "Korra…" His voice was gentle. He didn't want her to become angry with him or feel she had to put on a show.
"Go away, Mako. I'm not the avatar anymore. You don't have to put up with me." She didn't look at him while she spoke. She didn't want to see his face, afraid he was all too relieved to be rid of her.
"Put up with you? Is that all you think I do?" His words were cover in pain. After everything how could she think he only put up with her because of her title. She should know him better by now. He noted when her mouth opened to speak and his body reacted before he could register what he was doing. His lips pressed against hers as his arms wrapped around her and brought her as close as possible to him. She struggled at first, but in defeat she melted into him, tears still flowing down her cheeks. After a moment he pulled back, his breath heavy. "You drive me mad and don't know when to shut up. And you have no patience and are a really bad loser. And if you were anyone but Korra I wouldn't put up with it this long! But I love you. And I love all those things about you. I didn't put up with you because you were the avatar, but because you were you." He leaned in and the kissed continued.
She was defeated. In her time of need he said everything she wanted to hear. But still she wanted to resist. Wanted to pull away and tell him to go. But her body knew what she truly wanted. And before she knew it they were skin on skin in an igloo that had been made for he and Bolin to stay in while here. His hands where running over her flesh and she couldn't resist him. They spent the night entangled in one another. In the morning neither of them wanted to wake when Bolin came calling for them. Their eyes meet and a faint blush moved over their naked bodies.