"Korra!" Mako called as he entered her apartment juggling the food cartons they were supposed to bring to Bolin and Opal's dinner's party. He didn't have time to cook after his shift, and most people preferred if Korra didn't cook. Grunting, he dropped them on the counter and looking around scrunched his face. Where was she? They were going to be late. She said she'd be ready.
He looked at the clock and thought he heard the faint sound of music. What was she doing now?
"Korra!" He called louder. They needed to leave five minutes ago. He threw his coat over the bar stool and begrudgingly followed the music down the hall.
"Korra," he yelled. The music blasted from behind her bedroom door. He pounded on the door and waited. No response. He pounded again. He laid a hand on the handle and pressed an ear to the door. He could hear her softly singing along. He knocked again, and when there was no response he slowly opened the door.
The room was empty, but steamed billowed from the on-suite. "Korra?"
"Mako?" Korra called back.
Walking in he said, "Did you forget?"
"What?" Korra said her voice becoming louder. Her feet padded across the tiled floor.
"Did you –" Mako's mouth dropped open when he saw Korra round the corner. A thin towel hugged her curves and her hair hung in long tendrils around her.
"You okay?" She said with a smirk. She sauntered across the floor and wrapped her arms around Mako's neck. She stood on her tiptoes and gave him a gentle kiss.
"I'm great," he murmured back and leaned in for another kiss.
"Wasn't I running late for something?"
"Nope," he said and lifting Korra up completely forgot about dinner.