After restoring Lin's bending; before returning to Republic City. Mako x Korra fluff time.
Colors of the southern lights streaked across the sky, painting the night with shades of purple, green and yellow that Korra had missed while living in Republic City. They seemed even more spectacular when she had someone to share the glorious view with.
They sat on the edge of an iceberg just outside the White Lotus compound. Leaning against Naga's stomach, Mako's arms wove around Korra's waist as she sat in his lap. Her chin tucked perfectly into the nook of his neck, her cheek lost in the soft red scarf around it. Her nose occasionally brushing his earlobe and making him shudder.
"Korra," he whispered, bringing a hand to stroke the back of her neck. "I never want this to end." Letting his chest envelop her, Korra let out an elongated sigh.
"I know." She leaned back, wanting to see Mako's eyes. He looked at her as if she were…perfect. The amber eyes trailed down her face and steadily watched her lips.
To show that she wasn't the only one with a one-track mind, she leaned into him and their lips met. Like fireworks, her senses went wild as the kiss deepened. Mako steadied her neck with a careful grip as he made their bodies flush against each other. Dreamily, Korra thought back to their first kiss. It was not anything like this one - rushed, frantic, confusing. Here, while the lights of the South Pole twinkled above them, the only thing that passed between them was mindless love and passion.
After a few seconds, Korra broke the kiss. "At least when I go back to Republic City, you will be coming with me," she sighed, a smile curling on her lips.
Mako hummed in approval, stroking her cheek. "Nothing will keep us apart," he assured her.
"Good." Korra relaxed against his chest, relishing in the warmness of his body. "Now, will you say it."
Mako chuckled, propping his chin atop her head as he stared out at the ocean, which reflected the sky's glimmering color.
"You keep asking, and you get cuter every time you do," he said. "I must be a masochist for enjoying your verbal abuse so much." She punched him softly in the stomach, but it still elicited a groan. "And physical abuse."
Growing restless, Korra sighed against him. "Please."
"Fine," he hashed, clearing his throat.
"Korra, I really like you and I think we're meant to be together."
With a tear-filled laugh, Korra pulled Mako's lips down to hers and they meshed once again.
And everything else was forgotten.