Disclaimer: I don't own Legend of Korra
A/N: Something that just came to my mind. I feel like it's too short, is it too short?
Fire
By: animeroxsmyworld
He knew from the beginning that there was fire between them.
It was small, maybe nothing more than a spark, but it was there. At first it was easy enough to dismiss as anger and irritation with the way they argued with one another. Blue and gold eyes glared at each other as they fought over things ranging from battle strategies to stupid nonsense like who forgot to clean the gym last.
At those times, they looked to all the world like they hated each other's guts.
But the longer she stayed on the team, the closer she became. Friend never seemed to be the right word though she definitely was one. And then, he could no longer dismiss the fire between them as anger, because it still hung between them even in the calmest of times.
It was there during their best practices, when all three of them were smiling and patting the other on the back for nailing the synchronization that they had been practicing for so long. It swelled and burned brighter at the times when they were alone together.
So he pulled away.
Fire is dangerous.
When he met Asami, the connection between them wasn't as fierce. It was a small ball of warmth that spread through him. It never angered him or drove him beyond frustration, so he clung to it, clung to her, accepting her warmth. Perhaps then, this fire between him and Korra could fade.
Fire can give life but...
He hated to admit that he twitched when Bolin became enamoured with the water tribe girl. He could see the love stricken look in his brother's eyes and when they had actually gone out he knew he had to confront her, not because the flame inside him stamped with her name tinged a shade of green at the thought of her out on a date, but because the thought of her using his innocent brother made his brotherly instincts act up.
But seeing her was something he knew he shouldn't have done. He knew from the beginning they had fire between them. There was something there. And seeing her, alone, their fire roared and halfway through talking her lips were on his and he could feel the flame inside him burst into an inferno in his veins, winding through his body.
A small, almost whisper of a sound caught their attention and they broke apart.
Bolin stood a few feet behind, a bouquet of flowers clutched quivering in his hands and his eyes wide and hurt as he stared at them.
Fire always burns.