takes place several months later, when Korra's able to airbend and Makorra are an established couple. sorry this is so bad, it was so much better in my head.
forgot this last time - disclaimer: don't own anything, it's all bryke and nick's.
day two: accusation
A sudden motion catches her eye. Abandoning her airbending form, Korra raises her fists and levels a kick and a burst of fire toward the trees where something rustled; in response there's a quiet yell and a muffled thump.
"Who's there?" she calls, moving closer, though she has her suspicions.
Somebody sighs. Two gloved hands appear at the ends of the two arms that stick out from either side of the scorched tree and Mako steps out from behind it, eyes locked on the ground, his cheeks bright red.
She lowers her hands, sets one on her hip. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing!" he says, but he swallows and, if possible, blushes even harder. Seeing he's no longer in any immediate danger, he scoops some of the flames from the bushes to stop their burning and dissipates them in his palm.
With skepticism: "Uh-huh. Sure." Then she smirks, walking right up to him and jabbing a finger into his chest before he can turn away again. "You were watching me, weren't you?"
"W-what? No, what would give you that idea, why would I do that, that doesn't even make any sense–"
"You were!" Korra says, letting her mouth fall open, outraged and flattered at the same time. "You were watching me airbend!"
Mako scowls, irritated by her amusement. "No, I wasn't."
She raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms. "Fine. If you weren't watching me – hypothetically speaking – then what were you doing over here in the bushes?"
He squares his jaw and says, "I was – taking a walk."
That second of hesitation is enough for her, but teasing him could still be fun…
"Since when do you like taking walks?"
"I've always liked walks!" and it's turned into a sort of angry, frustrated snarl.
"Okay, okay, so you like walks. I learned something new about you. Great," she says. "But why stop behind this tree, which is conveniently right next to the spot where I practice airbending?"
"I, uh, um." He clears his throat and blushes some more, glaring at her. "I – uh, I – had to pee."
"Oh, right, I see. Mhmm." She gives an exaggerated, "understanding" nod. "And why couldn't you just find the bathroom?"
"I, er… couldn't hold it?"
"Of course, of course… Although, normally, if I caught my boyfriend in the bushes, staring at me, with his pants unzipped, I'd assume he was doing a little something other than peeing…"
"Korra!" Wow, she didn't know it was possible for someone's face to get that red – she wonders if he's overheating. "Geez…"
"Admit it," she says, leaning toward him, victory in her words, "you were watching me."
Mako's not able to hold her gaze and rubs the back of his neck, sighs. "Kind of," he mutters.
Korra rolls her eyes. "You're such a creep," she tells him, and grins, reaching forward to play with his scarf, and as always, his back goes all stiff. "So, how was it?"
"How was –" His voice cracks and he clears it again. "How was what?"
Her hands slide over his shoulders; she smirks at the tension in his muscles. "The view."
Finally, he relaxes. His arms snake around her waist and pull her tight to him, almost no space between them. "Pretty great," he says casually, and then he gets this glint in his eye that makes her stomach drop in the best way. "But I'm sure there are better ones that I haven't seen."
"I bet." She bites her lip, lets her eyes slide shut – and when he moves to kiss her she ducks out of his embrace, laughing, dances away from him and uses a gust of wind to put out the remaining fires and ruffle his hair. "But not today, Cool Guy."