Mako's One True Pairing
She wrapped herself around Mako in a manner that was so extravagant so complex it defied what was humanely possible. For her it was no problem, she was very flexible. She shivered and twisted every time she came into contact with Mako's warm soft skin. "Firebenders are the best" she thought.
She remembered the times she had been intimated with Bolin. It was always on cold nights. She recoiled thinking of his frigid skin caked in dirt. Bolin was always a mistake. A mistake that she had not repeated ever since Mako had become a pro-bending champion. Now every day was a Mako day. Life was splendid.
Mako exhaled and she giggled as his thermal breath tickled her. "I love you" she whispered to Mako. He did not reply, he never did. She didn't mind, just like she didn't mind the way he treated her like an object, like she was nothing more than a prized possession to be showed off at every opportunity. She didn't mind at all for in way Mako was right.
She was his so fully and completely his that she would bend if he told her to, burn if it was required of her. The real reason that she didn't mind the way he treated her, that she didn't mind the way he ignored her was that she knew that Mako loved her and she loved him. She had no need for a constant frivolous thread of reassurance of an established fact of the universe. She was Mako true love and that would never change. She was Carmine Factory-Cotton Foulard otherwise known as Mako's scarf.