Ch.7 Ill be the first to say»
Korra's Pov»
In the middle of the night, I heard someone walk into the tour bus. I sat up seeing Mako hang on by the door frame. I felt uncomfortable so I wrapped the sheets around myself to keep him from not staring at me too long.
He was about to fall, but I got up immediately to catch him. He just stared at me. Eyes to eyes.
"They are not like you." He said looking at me. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I still had my arms wrapped loosely around his waist. I looked at him with confusion. I'm guessing its the drunk him talking, those nonchalant lies. "Korra I'm so sorry you had watched me all those years falling in love with all those girls while you stood by me the whole time, protecting me and I never protected you." I raised an eyebrow at his comment. "I was so afraid of falling in love with you, that I distracted myself from you. I hurt myself so much."
I felt generally sorry for him, but for myself more. I was falling for him. Again.
"Korra, I-" I knew what was coming, and I didn't want to hear him say it. I shook my head.
"Mako, your drunk. Here, lay down in my bed, I'll go lay down on the couch." I suggested. I was about to turn away when he caught my wrist. "I only had one drink." I caught my breath, I didn't know. I wanted to block him out, but he did something that changed my love for him.
He leaned in, as I looked into his Auburn eyes filled with gold and slowly closed his eyes as I mimicked him. I could feel his soft lips centimeters away, brushing mine before slowly taking the capture. His hands seek for my face-his index finger at my ear lining- as he cupped my cheeks. He kissed me like he actually meant it, kissing me softly, yet passionately, putting in all of our emotions into just that semi-drunk kiss.
He let go of my lips softly. I reopened my eyes slowly as I looked up at him. I remembered my hands were around his waist making me reflex my arms back to my sides. He grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers gently and led the way towards the bed. That night as his chest was to my back and his fingers interlaced with my over hand knuckles as we dreamt the fair night away. I doubt he will remember this, even if he had "one" drink. Part of me wondered if the full blown force of him knowing about Asami and her affairs caused him to break down. Heart broken, maybe.
