A/N: A while ago maitsukishiro, pro-tearbender, and I came up with our own Unofficial Makorra Week prompts. Starting today through June 29th. We aren't the official week nor do we want to impose on them. We just thought it would be fun. So here's day 1: Sough (verb): to moan, to rustle, to sigh, (noun): the gentle, soothing murmur of winnd or water. Rest of the prompts are:

Day 2: Corrupt

Day 3: Permit

Day 4: Sillage

Day 5: Routine

Day 6: Leisure

Day 7: Ardent

Disclaimer: I don't own.

Korra had been living with Mako and Bolin for a month now. Technically she was more living with Mako as they were sharing a room. For the first two weeks everything was great: she could actually kiss her boyfriend without a disapproving grunt from someone (usually Tenzin) and she could have all the meat she wanted. She didn't have a time she needed to be home and, really, doing dishes wasn't so much a chore as just a thing they all did ("they" meant Mako but she still tried).

After a month, however, Korra began to notice little things that flat out annoyed her. All of them originated from Mako. Some things were habits she could learn to live with: the way the bed always had to be made in the morning and the exact way the dishes needed to be stacked. Things like that were annoying, yes, but something she could see the purpose behind.

What she couldn't get used to was the way he always cracked his neck before beginning to cook. The way he also hummed while he cooked. At one point she asked him what he was singing and he shrugged explaining it wasn't a tune at all, just something he did. She hated that he grunted almost every time he sat down. She broke down and asked Bolin about it. He laughed and told her it was something Mako had done since they started owning their own furniture.

She could almost forgive him for that then. Almost.

All of these morphed into a constant low murmur that made her grit her teeth. Every little sound became akin to Lin's metal cords recoiling. Bolin could see the tension in Korra and tried to get her to talk about it but she wouldn't. Korra remained stubbornly silent and Bolin just murmured that she and Mako were, in fact, perfect for each other.

Everything boiled over when he began to cook dinner one night. She'd put the dishes away (in the right order) and was chopping bok choy when Mako cracked his neck, began his humming, then abruptly stopped when he noticed how she was completing her task. "Why would you chop it in tiny sections," he scolded. "You take the whole stock and cut it in half and then half again. Didn't anyone-"

"No one did and don't use that tone with me!" Korra shouted.

"What is your problem? I'm just trying to help!"

"My problem is you! Everything has to be done a certain way and all the stupid sounds you make!" Yelling felt so good. He grunted angrily. "Sounds like that!" She continued.

"You're crazy I don't make sounds all the time. Right Bo?"

"I'm staying out of this," Bolin called from the couch.

"Whatever, you do make sounds and you can cut your down damn vegetables!" She threw the knife down and stomped to the door.

"Do you know how dangerous that was? Where are you going?" Mako called from behind her.

"I don't care and the Air Temple," she said as she put on her coat.

Mako stood by the couch, his arm crossed as she opened the door. "You're just going to runaway from an argument?"

She slammed the door in response.

"You do make a lot of sounds bro," she heard Bolin say through the door.

The loudest sound she heard that night at the Air Temple was the waves. It was soothing and she should have felt better.

She didn't.

She actually missed Mako's snoring (he wasn't as bad as Naga could be). Not to mention his warmth. In the morning she missed getting a kiss before he went off to the station, which was almost always followed by him cracking his neck. As she did dishes for Pema she decided she'd gladly take his humming over Ikki's inane questions. Halfway through airbending practice she swore the wind sounded like him.

By the end of the day she found herself walking back to her apartment, bag of dumplings in hand, and an apology on her lips.

She unlocked the door and cautiously peered in. "Hello," she called. No one answered. Bolin was probably at a fire ferrets practice but Mako should be home by now. Unless he'd finally been sent on patrol.

She sighed, took out a dumpling, placed the bag on the table, and made herself comfortable on the couch to wait.

She woke up later to a large drool spot on her pillow and Mako putting a blanket over her. "Hi," she said in a sleep hoarse voice.

"Hey, go back to sleep," he said softly.

She sat up and rubbed the drool from her mouth. "No have to apologize first." He raised an eyebrow as he sat on the table and took out a dumpling. It slowly started to steam as he watched her and waited. She sighed. "Fine, I'm sorry. I was angry and I'm not going to say I didn't mean what I said because your sounds are annoying but, well, I like them. There, I said it." She stuck out her bottom lip and waited for him to say something.

He chuckled. "You're terrible at apologizes, you know that?"

She crossed her arms and turned her head away from him. "At least I don't make stupid sounds," she muttered petulantly.

"I promise to work on that if you work on your temper."

She turned and opened her mouth to refute his statement then quickly closed it. She did have a temper, as everyone was quick to point out. "Fine. Kiss and makeup?"

"Works for me," he said as he leaned in to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him onto the couch with her.

He made a slight purring sound in the back of his throat and Korra decided he could keep doing that forever.

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