Korra is standing in the small bathroom in Mako and Bolin's apartment, wearing nothing but her sarashi as she cranes her neck, trying to get a better look at the sickly yellow-green bruise spread across the small of her back. She isn't sure how she got it, knows that it is probably from the equalist riot that they helped the metalbenders break up earlier this week, but she doesn't care; all she cares about is that it hurts, making it difficult to move or to sleep and she is fairly certain that it bruised a kidney.
"Ow! Come on dammit!" she can't reach it herself to heal it and she knows that Mako or Bolin or somebody is going to notice how carefully she is moving sooner or later. The war was over, but the equalist revolution was far from dead; the seed had been planted, the idea stated out loud and spread amongst the discontent and, as Tenzin had once told her, you cannot kill an idea no matter how hard you may try.
"Korra?" She yelps, surprise making her fingers slip and nudge against her bruised skin.
'Yep, definitely the kidney.' She thinks wryly as Mako's footsteps draw closer.
"You know you left your parka here again," he informs her; he is standing in the doorway now and is staring right at her because, as usual, she has forgotten to close the door.
"What is that?"
"A bruise," she retorts, the 'duh' hanging in the air unsaid.
"Obviously; how did you get it?"
"How d'you think?"
"Korra," he sighs, exasperated, and considers lecturing her, but thinks better of it when he sees her wince slightly as she bends over to pick her tunic up off of the bathroom floor. "Why haven't you healed it?"
"I can't reach it," she admits grudgingly.
"And you haven't gone to a healer because…?"
"The healers here in the city barely know what they're doing half of the time." He catches her wrist as she is struggling to pull her tunic on over her head and slowly lifts it back up to reveal her face.
"Let me take a look?" She frowns but acquiesces, taking a seat on the edge of the bathtub, back to him. Mako's warm fingers ghost gently over her skin and she hisses, wincing slightly; then the pain turns into a warm comfort and she is fighting a moan at the sensation.
"Where did you learn to do that?" she manages to ask, turning her head slightly to look at him.
"Bo and I didn't always have a healer to patch us up you know," he reminds her with a smirk. Mako presses a little more firmly against the bruise, coaxing some more heat into his fingers, easing some of the tension in her back, and Korra lets out one of the longest, most arousing moans that he has ever heard.
"Spirits Mako! Forget the healers; I'd rather come to you for first aid any day."
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A/N: Oh god I'm evil...I'm an evil, evil tease...
*goes and hides in corner in shame*
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