Itch
Hey guys, I know I was planning on making "Spitfire" a one shot, but I'm gonna turn it into a mini series of adorable fluffy one shots that I'm too lazy to write separately. And really- it just saves time uploading.
So, for the second chapter of "Spitefire", here's a rough summary: Korra has dragon pox (like chicken pox, but in the LoK universe) and Mako can't get her to stop scratching, so like the good boyfriend he is, he distracts her. *chuckles evilly*
*sigh* I'll put the disclaimer in now, but Mako's Eyebrows (fellow LoK writer) and I are plotting to break into Bryke's office and steal season 2 and Zuko's mom's unknown fate. Disclaimer: Never owned never will.
I growled in exasperation, trying to scratch at the bright red spots marring my skin with the soft padding wrapped around my hands. I paused, glancing at the cracked door, hearing Mako banging around in the kitchen. I heated my hands, flames licking at my fingertips and burning through the cotton. I carefully brushed away the ashes from the quilt my mother had sent, and attacked the scabs with the full intent of itching until I was finally sated.
"Korra, I got your favorite: seal jerky soup. Pema and the kids dropped it off ear-"He stopped, and dropped the tray in shock. I took my hand away just long enough to send a tiny eddy his way, breaking its fall so that it hovered before landing gently onto the worn floorboards.
He stalked towards me, his amber eyes blazing. "Korra-" he began, reaching out a hand to grab my wrists.
I squeaked and rolled, curling my toes and itching at my calves, and sighing as the temporary relief set in.
"Korra-" he tried again, placing a knee onto the bed and attempting to cage me in with his arms. I squirmed upwards until my back hit the headboard. I moved up and down against the beautifully carved wood, rolling my shoulders.
"Korra!" He seethed, and locked my hands in his own, straddling my waist to keep my legs still.
"Mako," I whined, worrying my lower lip between my teeth.
"Korra," He began like he was lecturing a child. "You know what Dr. Li said: No scratching and eventually they'll go away." He fixed me with a stern look, and I pouted petulantly.
"But it itches," I whimpered, and his eyes softened, pale fingers intertwining with mine. He dropped his forehead onto mine.
"I know," he said soothingly, eyebrows scrunched. "Bolin's had it before and it was hard for him to stop itching too. Best thing to do is take your mind off it."
"But I can't," I shifted under him, sighing huffily. "Tenzin has White Lotus guards posted outside the Arena so that he knows I can't leave and Bolin is on some Future Industries meeting with Asami in the Earth Kingdom. Something about new and lighter metals…" I shook my head.
He breathed deeply through his nose. "What do you usually do to distract yourself?" His eyes were calculating.
"Bend," I said automatically, and he fixed me with a piercing stare. "For the love of Kyoshi, sometimes you're worse than the sentries. Train." Another look and I rolled my eyes. "And-" kissing Mako. My eyes widened and I blushed. I wasn't going to list that particular habit.
"What?" He asked, looking genuinely interested.
I focused on his chin, away from his molten gaze and the other anatomy that- ahem, took part in that particular activity. "N-nothing. Th-that's all I can think of right now." I cursed. I must have inherited Aang's ability- or rather, disability- to lie. Katara said he was never any good at it either.
"Korra," he was smiling. I knew he was, and it really was one of my favorite sights in the whole world, but it really wasn't the best solution for the problem. "Tell me the truth."
"Kissingyou," I mumbled quickly, barely opening my lips.
He paused for a moment, trying to decipher the twisted phrase. "What?"
"Kissing you," I said just a little bit clearer. I felt his chest rumble above me, the beginnings of a chuckle, and I risked a look at his face. He surprisingly had managaged to keep a somewhat blank face, only a hint of amusement showing.
"I'm sorry, one more time please." My cheeks burned like I had gotten too close to the hearth, and I wished my hair was down so that I could hide the blush in the strands until it faded.
"Kissing you!" I cried out, and yanked our still linked hands down to bury my face in them, shielding me from his expression. "All right? There, I said it."
I felt him shift above me, and his warm breath stirred against my flushed cheeks. "Well, if I must…" He whispered teasingly in my ear. I gently pulled his hands out of mine and pried them away from my face, a smirk pulling at his mouth.
His slightly chapped lips moved softly over mine, lingering as he drew away, and I tilted my head up, missing their presence already. Smoke, jasmine, cinnamon, the sea, and hard soap floated around us, sealing us in our own little bubble, a world made up only of our scents and lips.
He nuzzled my nose, pressing a kiss to my cheek before skimming my jaw line, his sigh curling down around my collar bone. "Distracted yet?" I could barely process what he was saying as he peppered kisses around my face: My eyelids, my cheeks, the slope of my nose, my forehead, the corner of my mouth.
"What?" I said, rather breathily, the word somewhat muffled as he nibbled at them tantalizingly.
He grinned, and pulled away, shushing my protests with a peck of his lips. He strolled to the other side of the open room, bending down to pick up the tray.
"What are you doing?" I asked him, bracing myself on my elbows to get a better look at him.
He turned, his face a little flushed as well. "I need to reheat your soup and call Dr. Lin for your checkup."
I stared dazedly up at the ceiling as his footsteps retreated. I rolled onto my side, curling into his pillow. It smelled like him. Purring, I fell asleep to that thought, dimly hearing Mako coughing.
One week later…
"Mako, you are going to see Dr. Lin if you like it or not!" I insisted, dragging him into the welcoming reception area.
"Korra I told you I was fine. It's just a little cold." I ignored him, turning to the warm looking woman behind the desk. "Avatar Korra for Dr. Lin please?" I said politely, and she nodded pointing to a door on the right. I smiled my thanks and went back to hauling him down the hall.
We reached a door with a plaque reading: Doctor Lin Sharotu. I knocked once before entering.
"Thank you for seeing us so soon," I said, taking a seat in front of the pale wooden desk. "We got out of a council meeting early because he was coughing and itching. Do you think it's some kind of allergic reaction like a rash?" I looked on worriedly as she did her diagnosis.
She looked closely at his arm. "Ah, here we are. He has dragon pox. Probably picked it up from you dear. Now, here is a salve that I recommend you apply every three hours to reduce the itching and chance of scarring. He should be back to his regular self in a couple of-"
I grabbed the jar out of her hand. "Wait. There's a salve?" I raised an eyebrow. "I didn't get any of this when I had dragon pox." I narrowed my eyes, turning slowly to my blushing boyfriend. "Mako…"
"Well, I was going to give it to you, but Mako said you wouldn't need it, that you already had some." Dr. Lin said, looking between the two of us dubiously. "Why is there a problem?"
I turned back to her, a strained smile on my face. "Oh, no we're fine. If we could schedule a checkup sometime later in the week, I'll let you know. Thank you." I bowed to her, and she waved as we marched out.
I locked my arm tightly in Mako's, striding down the hall. "Why didn't you give me the salve?" My tone warned that it was not a question but a demand.
He shrugged as best as he could when I had one of his arms on lockdown. "Just thought I'd try a little theory I had on it."
He opened the door for me politely, and I rolled onto the tips of my toes to whisper in his ear. "Although I liked your theory-" he brightened, a smile pulling at his mouth. "-you're still getting the salve."
And here is "Itch"! Hope you guys enjoyed it because I should've gone to bed almost an hour ago. YIKES! Don't blame me if I'm crabby tomorrow. I'm doing this for you guys. Reviews are loved, the people who write them even more so.
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