Chapter Two

It was raining. Bolin didn't enjoy the rain as much as his daughter and wife did. Anji found it interesting to bend, using her abilities to splash him awake on Saturday afternoons when he and his wife napped close together. Korra usually laughed and praised their daughter while Bolin would playfully beg her to bend the water out of his 'precious hair'.

He knew Korra loved it because it was her natural element, even if she never said so. Sometimes he would come home and see the two of them staring out the massive window that looked over Yue Bay, staring as the droplets raced down the glass. They would usually talk softly until his metal gear gave a groan or clank and then their peace would be disturbed. Anji would run up to him while Korra would embrace him with a simple kiss or a hug.

However, the nights it was raining were the nights that Anji mysteriously fell asleep early, leaving the exhausted parents with time to themselves. Korra would eagerly shut the door before she ran over to him and threw her arms around his throat, kissing his neck and jaw and lips like there was nothing better. He enjoys her touches, he loves her passion, he just doesn't know what he did to deserve her beauty and excellence and Korra-ness.

Tonight was no different. He and Korra both put their child into her big girl room and watched as the little waterbender fell asleep. Bolin had told her the story of the moon spirit, a story he very vaguely remembered from his mother. He had altered it to say that Tui didn't die, it just turned into the moon. As soon as the little girl had fallen asleep to the sound of rain pattering against the window, he felt Korra pulling him back, close to her body. He grinned without thinking, letting her take control of his body and lead him out of the room. Her lips planted themselves on the back of his neck, causing pleasurable shivers to scurry up his spine and land where her lips were massaging his skin.

He shut the door and turned to her, placing his head against hers, touching her cold nose to his. Bolin's fingers tangled into the blue cloth she wore around her body to hide from him. Korra pressed her lips to his as her hands rose to his scraggly beard. He couldn't explain how amazing it felt, but he felt himself being whisked into the past as their kiss deepened.

He hadn't been but nineteen when she returned for his birthday. It had been early in the night after they finished eating at Narook's, and he still didn't want the night to end. Mako and Asami had eaten then left to continue their date elsewhere; he was so thankful his brother had a girlfriend right now. Korra had told him all about Ba Sing Sae and the giant walls that were used for tourism now. She explained Omashu and the Swamp. Her eyes, cyan like the water in Yue Bay, lit up as she explained the animals she had seen, the new and old people she had met. She had had the time of her life, and he'd sat at home training for a sport he hardly wanted to play anymore.

"Maybe when I'm finished exploring the world, I can get an place here in Republic City?" She questioned and Bolin couldn't help the smile and happiness he had felt. He couldn't put it into words; he was afraid to.

But words came. "Are you kidding, Korra? That would be overly fantastic! You and I could come down here and eat every noodle Narook has!" He had made massive hand gestures, childish, but she had still laughed. He loved her laugh more than the world itself. "You could be my best friend again."

"Am I not?" She questioned. Bolin had paled at the word choices he'd used but she had laughed again and it had soothed his churning stomach. "I would love that, Bo."

She called him Bo.

He knew that the nickname was childish, but that's all he felt around her. Childish. Happy. Complete. He'd paid for their dinner before walking out and finding the streets of downtown being littered with rain. This wasn't how he had expected the evening to go; truthfully, he imagined it somber and terrible, but it was anything but. Still, the rain had to put a damp effect on them.

Korra had laughed, throwing her head back. The smile returned to him as quickly as she had, before she dragged him into the downpour. Bolin had found himself joining into her laugh no matter how much he was getting soaked. They ran down the soaked streets, Korra's hand in his and leading him away from the restaurant. They ran until Bolin thought he was about to pass out from laughing and lack of air, but then she pulled him to a stop. He wasted no time finding out where they were; the fountain, the falling leaves that echoed with the wind, the pattering of droplets on the pond surface.

Bolin only wanted one thing, and that was for Korra to stay with him. He didn't care how wet he got or how cold, he just wanted her with him, safe. They stood in the rain trying to catch their breath as the water poured over them. His hair fell in his eyes, making it hard to see her perfection. He didn't care about the scar that Tarrlok had given her on her cheek; in fact, he thought it was beautiful. He thought she was beautiful, gorgeous, everything he'd ever wanted.

Korra's fingers had reached up and moved his black hair out of his face before letting her hand trail along the stubble on his jaw line. A flicker of a smile appeared. "Why do we have to grow up, Bo?" She questioned, glancing up at him. Her cyan eyes caused him to catch his breath so hard, pain and hurt and longing echoing into his soul.

The next second, her soft, wet lips were on his. This was nothing he had imagined the night to be like, but it was everything he could have dreamed about. Her hands had locked behind his neck and pulled him closer to her and he realized how short she had gotten. He had to be an inch or so taller. Then his brain and lips finally clicked and he recognized that he was being kissed by the girl of his dreams, in the pouring rain, in the perfect spot. He didn't fight her advances because he was afraid he might do something wrong, mess something up, hurt her in some way or do something wrong. He felt inexperienced all again because this was the perfect woman in his messed up life to let her lips touch his.

Oh Spirits, they were kissing!

When they had finally broken apart, the rain had stopped. Korra gave him a warm smile before kissing him once more, saying her goodbyes, and rushing home. After all, she had to leave the next morning. As soon as she was out of sight, Bolin's knees began to shake, but he was jumping up and down like he'd just won the probending championship again and again and again. He was on an adrenaline high. He was ecstatic.

Korra's lips connected with his in the same way as before, bringing him out of his memory. Her bare shoulders and silky smooth legs were wrapped around his waist. Her head rested on his chest as he buried his face into her shoulder, taking in her beautiful jasmine scent. Bolin tightened his grip around her naked waist, still afraid that he might hurt her. Her soft snores finally came, accompanied by the pitter-patter of the rain outside. He couldn't help but be content with the girl that still held his dreams beside him.