You Kissed Me Back

a/n: like the title, i set out for this one to be somewhat light and airy, and fluffy, just the way i like it. cotton candy anyone? you outta have something to snack on while reading this to see if i came through this time or not.

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Vignette 3: Cool Breeze

For the thirtieth time that day, Korra frowned at the image of herself in the mirror and did a once over for herself unhappily. The dress had an excellent shape and arrangement of colors, but the picture of herself in cheap plastic green dress eventually roaming the town for baddies was somehow unbecoming to her. So for the thirtieth time that day, she yanked the dress over her head and groaned loudly.

"Hey, Korra," Mako whispered, likewise tapping lightly on the dressing room door, "almost done?"

"No," she called back, pushing her head through the opening of her casual shirt. "I hate this one too."

She heard him swear and inwardly laughed. He was already a hero in her eyes for not backing down when she begged him to accompany her shopping in one of the busiest districts of Republic City. And after watching him restrain himself from pummeling the masses of paparazzi camera hiding in strange places along the way, she wanted to be very careful about pushing him over his limit. She didn't really want to go anyway. Asami had decided it'd be good for press to have a garden party to rack up some potential investors for her company. And having the Avatar function any affair could never be bad for business, so long she behaved.

Korra snapped her wristbands into place and then adjusted her hair in the mirror, content with how much they ended up not getting done. "No, it's okay. Asami will just have to deal with the clothes I—"

She jerked back suddenly when the door opened and Mako pushed his way into the tiny stall, making her squeak in surprise.

"Shut up," Mako said quickly, causing her to clamp her mouth shut. Without looking her directly in the face, he shoved a deep blue dress in her face. "Try this one. I think I got the right size."

He didn't wait for her to answer, leaving Korra in a string of curses and jumbled protests as Mako's fingers worked quickly to undo the work she just put in, unfastening her bands, yanking her out of her boots, and dropping her pants around her ankles. And though Korra had by then officially melted into a pile of tomato-red embarrassment, she had to admit, the best part of it all was that Mako hadn't bothered to bat a single eye at her bare body. Very mature.

She snatched the dress from him in the last minute and managed to tug it on without his assistance. Above the knee, deep blue and freckled with white, and a tight frame that hugged and lifted her breasts while the bottom fanned out into signature summer style. Korra blinked and did a once over in the mirror, for once, admiring the way she looked.

Half-gaping, she turned to her smug looking boyfriend, who shrugged in response. "How did you—"

"Thought you'd look nice in it. You like it?"

She nodded absently while looking in the mirror behind him, and smoothed the dress down with her hand. "I do...a lot. Thank you." She turned to face her boyfriend with a smile, that suddenly melted when she noticed him holding in his laughter.

Korra frowned. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing," Mako laughed, shaking his head. "You just...look so girly." She rolled her eyes.

Mature, indeed.


oh gosh...i don't even know how to take this. i thought it was cute. reviews are love,