Korra does not always think things through.
She always wants everything over right away - every problem she faces in her work to be solved in a heartbeat, for those who come to her on their knees with open palms to go home filled to the brim with happiness. Bolin affectionately calls her bull-headed - rushing for justice and peace. That's part of it, she thinks.
She only wants everyone to be happy, that's really it. Korra, too often, puts aside her own happiness and does all she can to make sure the people of Republic City - hell, the whole world - are happy and content in their own homes before she is. Which basically means she is never fully relaxed. Korra has Avatar duties, and they never seem to be finished.
Korra is always up and running every morning before the sun, leaving Bolin with only the depression of their mattress and a warm spot when he wakes. She returns every night when it is dark, Bolin already tuckered into sleep. She is so exhausted when she comes home, all she can do is kiss his shoulder and fall asleep in her clothes. She loves him truly and dearly, anybody could tell, with the look in her eyes when someone catches her staring at him. She only wants more time with him - she knows one day she will regret the minimal amount of time spent with her one and lonely.
One day, though, she decides the world can rest for a few moments, maybe even a day without their Holy Avatar taking care of every problem. She wakes with the sun (old habits die hard, she muses as she rolls over to face him) and Bolin's eyes flutter. They stay closed, though - he was in the stage between waking and sleep, only slightly aware of every move Korra makes.
Korra moves closer, then, until she could feel his soft breath escaping his lips. Her finger comes up and she softly traces the outline of his lips. His breathing does not change, but she could hear him say her name, almost a ghost of a whisper. She lightly drags her fingernails down his naked back and goose pimples erupt where her fingers had been.
Forget the world, she thinks. Let the nations handle their tiffs without their Avatar. Let me be happy for once. I deserve this.
She traces his lips once more, this time using her own, and the noise he makes is simply divine.
Something curls low in her stomach, something warm and familiar. She thinks to herself, That noise could bring any warring nation to their knees. I've brought more peace in this moment than I could in a day's work.
Korra presses a kiss to his perfectly pouted lips and vows to change her schedule - more days off, more time to spend with the man she loves, more lazy mornings for kissing and making love and bad breath.
Let me stay here forever, she thinks finally. Let me lay here with the man I love.
She moves closer to him, the man she loves, and tucks her head under his chin. He automatically wraps his strong arms around her and sleep is calling for her. Korra could feel Bolin's breathing deepen and she knows that their mattress is singing his name.
She falls back asleep, happy and content.
