"Makoooo!" Korra sang as she skipped into the living room. "How do I look?"
Mako glanced up from where he had been watching TV on the sofa and chocked on his water.
Korra stood before him in, what seemed to him as, very little clothes. She had on a red velvet dress that sat so low on her shoulders that all of her collarbone was exposed. The skirt was rimmed in white fuzz and ended just above white, thigh high stockings.
"Korra," he managed as soon as he could talk "What are you wearing?"
Korra twirled around look Mako get at good look at her-and what a good look it was he thought- and said "Asami helped pick it out for me. Do you not like it?"
Mako groaned and leaned back. Asami was always doing stuff like this. She would take Korra out and buy her all new clothes and most of the time it was stuff like this. She told Korra that he would enjoy her doing stuff like this and so she would. Normally, Korra would be too embarrassed to show him the clothes and he would find them later and interrogate her as to where they came from.
This time, it seemed, she didn't have that issue.
"Oh come on Mako," she said with a sly glance at him " I know you like it."
He felt his face flush as he watched her pick up a fuzzy fluff ball that was attached to a band tied around the waist and swung it in what only could be described as a seductive manner.
"Korra, you really shouldn't let Asimi put you up to this kind of stuff. Go change and we can go back to-"
Korra cut him off "Its Spirtmas right?"
Mako blinked "Yes? Didn't we spend all day at the Air Temple celebrating it?"
"Well," she said and looked down at the floor, "I couldn't decide what to get you."
Mako laughed "Its alright Korra you didn't have to-"
"So, I got you this" She said and pulled out a sprig of plant from behind her back.
Mako's mouth went dry "Korra what-"
"Its mistletoe." She said, her smile tugging at her mouth.
"Wait! Hold on-"
He didn't get to finish, however, because Korra leaned down and fit her lips to his.
His protests soon died out and he drew her forward so she was sitting on his lap. When she pulled back for air, his lips traveled down to her neck.
She laughed and nuzzled into his hair.
"See," she said as his kisses traveled to her collarbone, "The dress was a good idea."
Mako pulled back and gave her a glare, which only caused her to laugh and kiss him again.
"Happy Spirtmas, Mako." She whispered
"Happy Spirtmas Korra."
Just a little dribble for Christmas :)