Victory
"And with only three seconds left in the round, the Fire Ferrets cinch the match and the tournament!"
Korra hears the announcer's words, hears the dull roar in her ears, but it doesn't quite register into Bolin starts laughing in disbelief.
"We give you this year's Pro-bending Tournament Champions - the Fire Ferrets!"
Korra turns to see Mako, just as shocked as she is, face guard in his hands as he surveys the crows. That couldn't have been it. All she did was blast him over the edge…?
"Who would've thought, ladies and gentleman, that the two rookie brothers could've netted the Avatar - who, might I add, started off a rookie herself - and made it all the way to the end. Accolades for the team!"
The dull roar increases to a deafening din, and Bolin begins waving.
They won. They won. They won! They won the tournament, the winnings, the… the everything! They did it; they won!
Before she can stop herself, she's flinging off her helmet, sprinting straight for Mako. He glances over at her, then his face splits into a grin unlike any she's ever seen on the brooding firebender. He's happy, so happy that she wants to share his happiness.
Korra hopes with all she has that he's thinking what she's thinking, and as she jumps onto him, she can't help the grin that spreads as his arms circle her waist, hoisting her up onto him. Her legs wrap around his torso, hands insistently behind his head as his mouth smashes to her.
It's different this time somehow, because they're in the middle of a stadium with thousands of people watching, because they're both so happy.
She hears the crowd's noise grow even louder, and she ignores it as Mako's tongue dips into her mouth. All she can think about it him. His strong arms holding her up, the way her leg muscles hold her against the thick material of his pro-bending shirt, yet how it's as if they're skin on skin, like they're the only ones there-
"Oh ho ho, seems like the Avatar and the winning firebender Mako have a different kind of celebration in mind!" Shinobi announces. Korra grins into the kiss, not letting herself break away to regain her breath. She won't be the one to stop, not when everything's so perfect. She thinks of the people watching, and she smiles even more. Korra's fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, trailing over the sensitive skin, and he moans against her.
They finally break away from each other, a mutual separation of sorts, and he smiles, golden eyes glowing with satisfaction on all fronts.
"We won," he whispers, for her ears alone, and warmth begins to spread through her body.
"Yes, we did," she murmurs back, and he hugs her to him in the sweetest kind of victory