Chapter 1 - Mirror

„And I tell you, Mako, this is nothing serious!", Korra exclaimed angrily while gathering her dark hair back into her trademark ponytails.

Mako was hovering over her, his hand was gripping the sink rather hard and his face was pulled into a worried frown.

„How can you know that, Korra? There must still be hundreds of former equalists left in this city. And there are also the Triple Threat Triades. Or corrupt politicians, or -"

„Geez, thanks for reminding me of how unpopular I am, Mako", Korra told him, looking him in the eyes through the mirror. He had stepped behind her, caging her between the sink and his body.

His sharp features were contorted with worry. At her statement he sighed exasperatedly and let his forehead fall onto her bare shoulder.

„Why do you have to be so difficult?", he mumbled.

Korra smiled lightly and put her hand onto the back of his neck, tickling him.

„Because I think you're overreacting. And because I'm the Avatar and I can handle myself."

Mako groaned audibly at that. How often had he heard that already from his girlfriend? And how often had it reassured him? Never, bingo.

He straightened up to search the startling blue of Korra's eyes in the dusty bathroom mirror.

Korra let her hand fall to her side and gazed back into his amber stare, waiting.

Mako breathed in her scent and put his calloused hand onto her waist. After a deep breath he stated: „I still think we ought to show it to Tenzin at least."

Korra pulled her eyebrows together annoyedly and opened her mouth to protest when Mako placed a lingering kiss onto her neck, whispering: „Please, Korra."

She let out a shuddery sigh, angling her head a bit to grant Mako better access. She hated that he could manipulate her so easily. When his lips did not leave her skin she crossed her arms and grudgingly said: „Fine – we can tell him at dinner tonight."

Mako grinned into her neck and stole a peek at her face through the mirror. She wore a small pout and a rosy blush and she swallowed audibly as he let his tongue carress her pulsepoint.

With a low chuckle Mako stopped his ministrations and turned away from her. For a split second Korra caught his triumphant expression.

Just before Mako closed the bathroom door behind him, Korra spluttered: „You manipulative jerk!"

Her face was tomato-red and her hand covered the fresh hickey on her neck.

„Don't think you can get your will through sexual favours everyday! Come back here, Mako, so I can kick you!"

The only thing that Mako did though, was laugh loudly at her indignant shouts.

„This is not funny!", Korra yelled, embarrassed. She was looking down at her feet now, not daring to look into the mirror, for surely her head must be steaming like a vulcano by now.


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