A/N: lol, I don't know where this came from. I disclaim LOK.
Korra listens.
She listens to Mako's heartbeat; the way it's so near like the filtering sunlight pouring through the window, drumming against her ears and permeating through her body, loosening her up and vying to comfort her and push every negative thought away; and the way it's so far like the butterfly flittering away from the window, something she can't catch unless she competes to, acts, and it flutters and dances, the beating of its wings showcasing its colors. And therefore there is hope right there. She lists it down as a hobby – to listen to Mako's heartbeat when she got the chance, to know him by the beat of his heart.
Korra eyes.
Her eyes map Mako's hair and sooner or later she wants to tangle her fingers in them, thread her way through the dark hair. She adores the way the damp ends are flat on his forehead, thinking of it as adorable, and now she observes his face. She wonders if there is a sun deity, because there must be when she muses over the way the rays of the sun obscures his face. And colors dance across his face and body; she wants to see his eyes because they would belong with the sun – honey, gold, caramel fire that oddly matches her oceanic, blue, clear sky. She takes in his lips and remembers the million ways he used them last night. Her eyes then trek down and she can't help fiddling her fingers over his chest, just lightly. She hesitates when she blushes, but she doesn't want to stop. She doesn't want to refrain from drinking in every perfect piece, from nibbling on everything until she has memorized everything.
Korra touches.
She wants this. When she touches, she is tame (for now) and tempted. So, very tempted. The sun is now dressing them up colossally and she panics. She does because it's so fast – time is. And yesterday was a slow fever. She panics but doesn't permit it to show; not even to the fluttering bidding goodbye or the sun, so she only loves. She loves with her senses, her being, her heart. She can't wait for a new day with Mako, a new day to love and to know she's loved in an entirely different way and spirits she has to learn more. She touches, she tugs, she lingers, and through this her love has awaken blissfully and reciprocates her actions touch by touch, the steps to her graceful, little dance, and turns them over, pinning her to the mattress and he kisses her till his jaw hurts and his breath has been taken away for too long for him to retrieve it. And this is how they are now – enlaced together till their love is taken away by the demons in the shadows from a disparate time and place, so they watch and shield, only yielding to each other.