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Dolled Up

"Is this really okay? It feels kind of skimpy to me. Do I look okay?" Korra asked, feeling awkward asking questions she'd never asked before as she turned to Asami who sat on her bed observing her. She wore an old dress from her home. It came down to the middle of her thighs and cinched under her breasts. It was also strapless. Her hair was in its usual style leaving her toned shoulders exposed.

Asami smiled as if she were helping a socially handicapped girl. Oh wait, that's exactly what Korra was. "You look great, really. I don't know why you're so worried about it. You've fought and seen each other in your pro-bending gear most of the time. I'm sure anything is better than that. No offense," she explained.

"None taken," Korra murmured still observing herself in the full length mirror Asami had found only god knows where. She turned herself this way and that, trying to look at herself from different angles.

"Now, if you really want to knock him off his feet…" Asami began, getting to her feet and walking to where Korra stood. She grabbed a lock of Korra's hair and ran it between her fingers.

Korra backed away from her quickly, making a cross with her fingers and holding them toward Asami. "Back away Satan," she said, making booth girls stop and laugh for a moment. She sighed and stood straight again, looking down at herself. "I'm not trying to impress anyone. It's just a date. I don't even know what you do on a date. Last time I went on a date, I was ten and the boy ran away screaming," she muttered sullenly, flopping back on her bed, "And of all the people in this city, he's the last I'd think to ask my out. I think hell's frozen over."

"No, hell froze over the moment you agreed to the date," Asami laughed, sitting down beside her, "Anyway, you're supposed to impress the guy and all the other guys around you on a date. Let me do your make-up and hair, please." She clapped her hands together and smiled up at Korra.

Korra looked at her skeptically for a long moment before sighing. "Fine, but I don't want to come out looking like a platypus-bear by the end of this."

"You won't," Asami assured, jumping to her feet and going to work. Thirty minutes later, Asami stepped away and to the side surveying her work. "You look amazing!"

"I don't look like me," Korra mumbled as she looked at herself in the mirror. She'd never really gotten dolled up before. She felt kind of awkward the way she looked, but had to admit that Asami had hands of magic.

She almost screamed when Asami crouched down beside her and grabbed the edge of her dress. "What are you doing?" She grabbed the hem of her dress and yanked it back down.

"I'm just checking down here, making sure everything is perfect. Are you wearing what I told you to?" Asami asked, looking up at her.

"Of course I'm not! That stuff was way too revealing! I'm not striping for people tonight or having sex!"

"You never know what'll happen on a date," Asami pointed out. Korra was developing a comeback when she heard a half choked sound coming from her door. Her open door.

She turned towards the door slowly, horror and embarrassment filling her to the brim. She flushed a deep rose red as she saw Mako and Bolin standing in the doorway, mouths agape looking like fish out of water.

They'd just returned from training and were wearing tank tops and had sweat still clinging to them. And yet Korra's subtle perfume still cut through the smell coming from them.

"Don't you two think she looks beautiful?" Asami asked with her usual smile, standing behind her with her hands on Korra's shoulders.

"Yes," Bolin coughed turning four shades of red.

Mako started out of his revere. "Oh, uh, yeah. Why are you getting all dressed up?" he asked Korra, his gold eyes piercing through her. The effect was a bit marred by the light blush that covered his cheeks.

Korra refused to crumble under his scrutiny. Her eyes tightened into a glare of her own, and pursed her lips in annoyance. "Why do you care?" she asked coldly.

"I don't. I was just wondering," he said back just as coldly.

Korra straightened, standing to her full height. The heels she wore only made her only that much taller. She pulled her shoulders back looking proud and defiant, and flipped her now loose hair over her shoulder. "Well, if you really want to know, I'm going on a date," she said matter-of-factly with a smug smile.

That caught him by surprise. Both Mako's and Bolin's mouth dropped back open. "With who?" they cried in unison.

Korra grabbed the small tote Asami had insisted she take and sauntered past them. "None of your business, though I will tell you this, you know him. Possibly quite well."

Asami laughed and followed behind her.

"Remember all the stuff I told you. Oh, and also, there are a few things in there I thought you might need. Money and protection and such," she whispered in Korra's ear as she opened the door to leave and then raising her voice, "Anyway, we'll see you later."

She gave Asami a genuine smile full of the happiness and excitement that had been absent a moment before. "Yeah, I'll see you guys later." She closed the door behind her.

They heard her take off at a light jog towards the pier. "Who's she going out with?" Bolin asked the moment Korra's steps faded.

Asami smiled coyly and looked towards the ceiling. "Don't know. You'll have to ask her, but I hear it's a water bender," she said in a singsong voice, walking towards her bedroom, "Pema, Tenzin, and the kids should be back soon so you guys should get cleaned up." With that she shut her door.

Bolin sighed forlornly and headed for the bathroom.

Mako narrowed his eyes at the door, possibilities flying through his mind. He hurried and changed before calling to the other two, "I'm going for a walk." He was out the door before either could stop him.

…..

Mako waited by the pier for hours. He leaned against the railing waiting for boats or the telltale sign of a certain swimming girl. The moon was high in the sky, illuminating the water before he saw the outline of a ferry headed toward him.

He melted back into the shadows of the trees to watch as it came closer. The first thing he heard over the engine of the ferry was delighted laughter. It was the familiar laughter that usually made his blood grow hot with passion, but this time it only boiled with rage that he didn't understand.

"I'm going to flip you over the railing if you don't quit, and this time you won't be able to bend yourself dry!" Korra yelled, laughing at whoever she was with. A loud splash followed the laughter. "I told you I'd do it!" The laughter of both people continued as the ferry pulled up to the dock.

From where Mako crouched, he could make out Korra's features, but not the man she was with. He watched as the guy helped her up onto the dock. The guy was soaking wet.

"Thanks for a great night. I had loads of fun," Korra told the guy with a huge grin, "I guess I could help you dry off real quick as a thank you." She stepped back from the dock and thrust her hands down in front of her.

Mako heard water splash onto the deck of the ferry.

The ferry began pulling away. The man grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, pressing his lips against hers. He released her and called, "That's my thank you. Next time, it's your turn to plan out the evening, Uh-vatar."

"Sure thing, Pretty Boy," Korra called with a laugh after she got over the initial shock of the kiss. She waved the hand clutching the tote over her head in goodbye.

At the nickname for Korra Mako's blood ran cold. His face drained of color as he realized who Korra had gotten dressed up for. "Him? Why him?" Mako yelled in his head. He waited until the ferry was at least three-fourths of the way across the bay before showing himself.

"You're going out with Tahno? Are you crazy?" he asked Korra angrily, stepping up behind her.

Korra swung around, shock and maybe a little guilt registered on her face before she closed it off. "No, I'm not, and I only went on a date with him. I'm not going out with him. What's so bad about that?" she asked, walking past him towards the Air Temple.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because he's from our rival team?" Mako asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes as if it were completely obvious.

"He's not anymore. One, the pro-bending arena –your old home- was destroyed. And two, he's not a bender anymore which means no more pro-bending which also means he's not our rival anymore," Korra pointed out. She stopped in her tracks as another thought ran through her head. She spun on her heel to face him. "Why do you care anyway? It's none of your business who I go out with or who I go on dates with," she growled up at him. She swung back around and began marching away.

Mako caught up with her and set his pace with hers. "It is my business."

Korra stopped again and shoved him away from her. He stumbled and fell in the grass. "How is it your business? Explain that one to me. How the hell is anything I do your business? I'm not dating you or Bolin and you're not dating me so why the hell do you care anyway?" Her voice was a shout before she stopped. Her breath came in quick short bursts, her cheeks flushed pink.

"W-Well, because..." Mako stuttered, but Korra cut him off.

"That's right, you don't have an explanation! You don't care about me so just stay out of my business!" Korra yelled at him, swinging away before he could see the tears glistening in her eyes.

"That's not true! I do care about you!" Mako defended, jumping to his feet and placing a hand on Korra's shoulder.

Korra didn't jerk away. Her shoulder shuddered. "Well, you have a crappy way of showing it," she muttered under her breath, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth to keep her lips from shaking.

Mako didn't know what to do. They stood there for a long moment shrouded in silence. He sighed in resignation, his anger abating. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his body. She still didn't pull away. "I'm sorry."

Taking in a shuddering breath, Korra turned around and wrapped her arms around Mako's waist. She breathed in his scent, feeling herself relax into his warmth. She tightened her arms even as the guilt poisoned her other emotions.

The guilt was intensified when Mako lifted her chin and pressed his lips to hers. They fell easily into the kiss, forgetting who they were for the briefest moment. Korra pushed her hands up his back and into his hair, pulling gently on it. Mako moved his hands up her arms and over her shoulders, leaving trails of fire.

When they finally pulled away, Mako asked teasingly, "Am I a better kisser than Tahno?"

The comment snapped Korra back to reality. Her eyes grew wide. She shoved Mako away roughly and without a second glance, took off towards the temple. She burst through the door and headed straight for her room, slamming her door behind her. She fell on her bed, burying her face in her pillow.

A soft, feminine knock came from the door. "Can I come in?" Asami's voice asked. When Korra didn't reply, Asami came in anyway, closing the door behind her. "Was it really that bad?"

"No, it was great," Korra said into her pillow, letting it muffle her voice.

"Then what's the matter?" Asami asked. Korra's bed dipped down as Asami took a seat on the end of it.

Korra peeked out at her from under her hair. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I-I kissed your boyfriend… again. I'm really sorry. And after Tahno had just kissed me too," she mumbled, turning her face back into her pillow, "I feel so guilty that I just want to smother myself, that way I can solve a lot of people's problems."

Asami chuckled good-naturedly. "Don't worry about it," she said, placing a comforting hand on Korra's back.

"What do you mean? Aren't you mad at me? I kissed you're boyfriend," Korra said, sitting up and looking at Asami in disbelief.

"I'm going to tell you a secret," Asami whispered conspiratorially.

"What is it?"

"I kissed Bolin tonight. By accident, but I still kissed him. And you know what, I liked it."

Korra gasped in surprise. "Hoe," she cried jokingly and began laughing uncontrollably.

"You know it, and you're one too," Asami said, grinning.

Korra waited until their laughter had died down to continue with their conversation. "So… we're okay?" she asked hesitantly.

"Of course!" They grinned at each other. "Now, about this amazing date you just had. Oh, and the kisses you've given my boyfriend…" Asami prompted. Korra smiled and proceeded to recount her stories.

Well, I hoped you liked it. I know it was kind of a crappy ending, but I couldn't figure out what to write and I didn't want those two rebellious teens to have it easy or end up together like usual so I went in a different direction. Utter REGECTION! Review please :D