Iroh's POV
It felt amazing to have her in my arms again. She smelled amazing, first of all, and second of all, it just felt... right. I stroked her hair gently. She had been asleep for a while, now. I decided to lay her down on the bed. I was leaning over her, not even paying attention. She wrapped her arms around my neck and yanked me down into an unexpected kiss.
I was confused at first, but decided to just go with it. This is what I've been wanting, right? Even the taste of her was amazing and sickeningly sweet - I loved every second of it. Our mouths moved in time with each other, I didn't want to pull away, but I needed to breathe. We looked at each other for a moment and i just laughed, breathless.
A mischievous smile played on her full lips and she spoke seductively "The door is closed, right?"
I'm positive my cheeks were scarlet, probably a maroon when she bit her bottom lip. I looked over my shoulder to check and turned back to her, nodding. I didn't want to miss a second of looking at her beautiful face. She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled me back to her, as if continuing a dream I never thought I'd have come true.
After a hardcore make-out session, I felt like fire had been started inside. She had told me we couldn't go any further until we were back at Air Temple Island or in my private quarters - which was fine with me. I didn't need the whole Southern Water Tribe knowing our business.
We both looked up, puzzled, when we heard Korra and Bolin shouting "Mako, wait! Where are you going?" In sync.
Mako's POV
Someone fickle? What did she mean? What does fickle even mean? I had been racking my brain for minutes, trying to figure it out. Maybe I had stepped out of line - it wasn't right for me to act that way, but what the hell did she mean? I stood and started pacing. I felt the floor heating up - unsure if it was the friction or that I was doing it. I finally left my room and kind of stumbled down the hall, feeling lost and confused. It was fairly quiet in the house.
Then I heard it - Korra's laugh. It was boyish, but melodic at the same time. Alluring. I traced it to Bolin's room, where they were laying on his bed, just staring into each other's eyes, talking, laughing. Pabu was inbetween them, both of them petting him. I wouldn't have been hurt or concerned until I realized that their free hands weren't so free - they were clasped together, fingers intertwined. And that look in Korra's eyes... It was beautiful. Happy, pure. Love.
A choked sound of pain escaped me, and they must've heard it, because they both hopped off the bed as if prepared for an attack. I huried down the hallway and out of the house. Is there really no end to today's pain?
I then realized what Asami meant by fickle - how easily Korra went from kissing me, hugging me, yesterday. And now she's holding hands and doing spirits knows what else with my brother...
"Mako, wait! Where are you going?" They called after me. I shook my head and trudged through the snow. It was cold, but between the flame I now held in my hands and the animal pelt jacket, I was fine. I went to my same place of hiding as before. An extremely old Fire Nation ship - from the war. I sat in the snow, staring up at it. It was an amazing sight to see - but more than likely very dangerous. I didn't dare to go inside.
