Hello all! Originally this was a oneshot but I decided to build on the idea, so it'll be about 3 chapters. It's all leading up to glorious smut so be patient with me. Sex is great but writing sex required a proper knowledge of grammar and metaphors as well as verbs. I promise lemon! :D
Korra woke up, at the rise of dawn, with a smile. Effectively terrifying the other occupants of Air Temple Island, for Korra was NOT a morning person. Ever.
"Good morning Naga!" She called to her hesitant Polar-dog companion, who only blinked at her in confusion. Korra bounded out of bed, already dressed, and promptly left for the dining hall. The acolytes, all ten, gave her double takes before turning amongst themselves to share mutual looks of confusion. And fear. The Avatar was not known to smile before noon.
Yet there Korra sat, eating her breakfast in a calm and brisk manner. When Tenzin walked in, she promptly got up and gave her sifu the appropriate bow and asked how he slept.
He quickly turned and left the dinning hall, determined to get more sleep.
Unfazed, Korra continued to finish her breakfast, then deposited her dishes to the kitchen, thanked the cook (who dropped his tray in surprise) and left for morning meditation with the air bender children.
Jinora and Ikki could only stare at the content Avatar who appeared in deep concentration beside them.
"Um…Korra?" Jinora inquired, rather nervously, to the much older girl. Korra blinked an eye open and smiled at the young air-bender.
"Hmm?"
"Are you alright?"
"Of course!"
"But…" Jinora hesitated, staring at Korra. She knew the young Avatar had confessed her feelings to the handsome fire-bender boy only two nights ago, and had come home in silent defeat. That was a scary sight. Then, only last night, Korra returned from the pro-bending arena, looking slight put-off, as she had muttered something about "just-friends" to Naga before stomping off to bed. That was scarier. But a happy, awake, calm Korra?
That was terrifying.
"Ah," shaken out of her thoughts, Jinora watched as the Avatar leapt to her feet and whistled for Naga, "the bakery should be open now!"
Ikki turned to her sister as the pair watched the young woman saunter off on her polar-bear dog, who was walking in a more rigid and nervous manner then usual.
"Ten Yuan she's gone loopy."
Korra left the Republic Bakery with a spring in her step. She offered strangers mingling on the busy street open smiles as she passed them, downright confusing most and alarming all. A few assumed the Avatars joy was due to her recent victory in the Pro-bending arena. Others simply considered that she had finally slept with one of her teammates. None of them would have assumed that Korra was a rejected virgin who has effectively been reduced to the "just-friends" status.
Honestly, any other girl would be reduced to tears and mollification, wrapped up in the covers of a bed with a terrible book about dragons and love-lost, for what better way to fix a broken heart then hearing about lovers being brutally killed and maimed?
But no. Korra knew she had some hold over Mako. She saw the way he looked at her, touched her when helping her practice, and grew frustrated over her nicknames for him. In some manner, she was in his head. She would just get into his pants through friend-ship. And didn't what better way to solidify their newfound relationship then with breakfast in bed?
In the end, she mused, if her endeavor failed, she could shape up and pretend that she was confused over the term 'friend-ship'. Korra had teachers, masters, guards, rivals, sparring partners, parents, and polar-bear dog. She was friendly enough, she thought as she frightened yet another stranger with a wide smile, but that did not entail a relationship. Even with Bolin, their relationship was nothing more than acquaintances with a one-sided infatuation. They had a date, it was fun, and they fought together on a small stage. But, in Mako's attempt at defining a clear line between them, in distancing them, he had merely invited her in.
Now all it would take was a morning and steamed bun to cross that space.
Korra arrived at the door of the fabulous Bending Brothers apartment and carefully knocked, instead of her usual barge in, and waited. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, she craned her neck back to stare at the cracks in the ceiling of the staircase, careful to not lean back too much and fall down the tumultuous flight of stairs. After a few moments, in which Korra hummed a popular southern-tribe song under her breath, Mako opened the door.
And blinked.
Mako, if possible, was less of a morning person than Korra herself, although this was possible due to his late date with Asami only a few hours before. Korra let out a hidden sigh of relief that he had chosen not to sleep over with Asami. She knew that Mako would never bring the Sato girl over on the ground of the apartment's state and his protective nature over Bolin. So Korra could quietly admired the disarray of his hair, the slope in his eyelids, and the lean frame of his body that was covered in a sheer white tank top and sweatpants without worrying about finding an equally ill-dressed Asami inside.
"…Mhm?"
"Hello friend," she said brightly before lifting up her bag full of meat and sweet buns, "I come bearing gifts."
There was a short pause, as Mako seemed to refocus his eyes from her, to the bag of food. He squinted at the bag as if it contained a load of dead wolf-bats.
He cleared his throat and looked down at the oh to cheerful Avatar.
"What?"
Korra opened the bag and took a bun out, waving it before him, "Breakfast: I brought it."
After a few moments of silence where Mako was clearly attempting to clarify whether this was reality or not, and also not one to turn down free food, Mako begrudgingly allowed her in. She brushed passed him as she crossed the threshold, making sure to lean her body against his in the narrow space. She could feel him tense as she walked by and smiled at her own perversion.
Korra walked up to the island kitchen that was past of the loft-style apartment. She placed the bag on the counter then leaned her arms across it, holding the still warm bun in her hand. She smiled at the frozen Mako who could only stare at her. She then slowly offered the bun in his direction. "Have a bite," She invited, coyly.
"Korra," Mako said, voice so deep and gruff from sleep that it sent shivers down her back, "I don't think this is smart."
Korra waved her hands in front of her, leaning her head to the side and shot him an innocent smile, "I told you, I come offering gifts, and it's a punishable offense to refuse food in my tribe, you'd be insulting thousands of years of tradition and manners."
Mako narrowed his eyes at her, but crossed over, reaching instead into the brown bag for a fresh bun. Shrugging, Korra bit into hers, relishing in the taste and considering her next move. The two ate in silence, with Mako shooting her suspicious looks while she stared out the bay windows, watching the morning sun twinkle above the bay. She quickly finished her food and waited for him, smiling the whole way and still humming her song.
"I have a favor," Korra admitted once Mako took the last bite of his food.
"I knew it," he sighed and rubbed his hand over his eyes, "what?"
"Teach me how to bend lightning."
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