Mako always thought at night.
It wasn't just because the unresting reality of life was now asleep, or the loud screams of spoiled kids was now at rest. Rather, it as mostly because he loved to watch Korra sleep.
He knew in his mind it sounded awkward, and if he was to be caught, well, he might of just taken it as the end of his life.
He thought at first when his girlfriend was to move in with him, the bed would be a problem. However, it was the complete opposite. He thought it would be uncomfortable nights with his groin being kneed, and his face being elbowed. He was proved wrong.
Korra was like a log when she slept. Most nights, she would barely move. It was on rare occasions if Korra was to wake Mako if she was moving a lot. If Mako was to be honest with himself, he loved it. Usually, Korra was an Energetic, determined woman who took on daily stresses like a champion. He was glad that by night, she was in a peaceful sleep. At night, she was truly at rest. That's mainly why he always loved to watch her sleep. He wouldn't be harassed by her taunting smirks. Or, she wouldn't be trying to poke at her boyfriend to purposely make him angry.
She looked like an angel when she slept. Her usual uneasy face had no expression. As she slept on her back, her hair flowing past her shoulders after being kept up over the hours. To Mako, Korra was absolutely beautiful. To Mako, she was the definition of an angel.
Korra slightly shifted, which made Mako's heart jump, and he quickly lay his head down on the pillow, and shut his eyes, holding as still as he could. Seconds later, he felt something lay down on his chest. He looked down, to see Korra's head on his chest, her arm snaked it's way around his waist. His heart fluttered at the sight. He knew that he could never get sick of this.
Never.