..: floating on the moon :.

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Korra's eyes are her mother's, he realizes one day when staring into them, while her other features are a generous mix of the two. But everything else about her is all her father's. She is walking in step with him, normal for once, a departure from a usual strut about the place.

"Where are you taking me?" Korra pouts, her bottom lip protruding and a hand on her hip. "We've been walking for hours."

Mako pulls her into him by her waist, enjoying the feel of her warm body pressing against his. He was naturally hot, but Korra radiated a different kind of heat, one that felt as if it wouldn't burn as easily as his. Mako finds himself drawn to it. Korra lets out a schoolgirl giggle as he places candy kisses along her neck, moaning slightly when his tongue touches her skin.

"Maybe I just want to spend time with you." Mako places his forehead on hers, his fingers absentmindedly playing with the tips of her ponytail.

"I don't know what's gotten into you lately." Korra laughed, wrapping her arms around his waist, giving his ass a pinch for good measure (Korra, oww). "But I like it."

Mako couldn't say what exactly made his heart beat out of his chest and shivers to run down his spine or the lightning storm that skittered across his skin when they spent their nights tangled up in each other under the orange streetlight that seeped into their bedroom. It was all her fault. She made he feel things that he'd never thought he could ever feel for someone else. He felt alive. Almost as if he was a different person, the person he had always wanted to be but never felt free enough to let go.

"You." Mako pushes his lips into hers softly, her hands clench around the coattails for his jacket as she tries to pull him closer into her. His heart is doing that crazy fillpy caffeine induced beating again and his hands can't get enough of her. She tastes like a dream he never wants to wake up from and looks like an angel when her bright blue eyes blink up at him.

"Good. Keep it that way, City Boy."

Mako laughed, shaking his head, his mouth turned up into a small genuine smile as she pulls his head back down towards hers, threading her finders through his hair to tug it harshly. Mako didn't know how long they stood there underneath the lamp post, by the ferry docks. But, the best part about it, a perk that came with dating Korra, was that he didn't care. He finally let go, let his precious control slip though his fingers. And he had to admit, it felt liberating.