Genre: Romance/Humor

Rating: K+

Pairing(s): Makorra

Summary: Prompt: Korra and Mako awkwardly share a bed for the first time.

Korra stared into the mirror on the tiny bathroom wall, breathing deeply and steeling herself for what was about to happen. Her hair fell around her in soft folds and she was in an actual nightgown, one that brushed her knees and made her feel like a child again.

It was something that the Fire Lady had given her, along with other clothes from the Fire Nation that she wouldn't have been caught dead in, but she had accepted them with a tight lipped smile.

Now, all she had to do was open the door. Korra turned the knob, stopping just before the door could creak and then finally shoving it all the way open. Her eyes widened as she stared at the man on her bed.

Mako.

He had refused to allow her to sleep alone, saying that he didn't trust anyone with her safety in the Fire Nation. Frankly, she thought he was full of lionbullshit, but she hadn't argued.

Much.

She gulped and made her way to the edge of the bed, sliding in under the covers with him and shifting and moving to stay on the very edge. She knew she was a heavy sleeper. She kicked and flung her blankets about, but she didn't want to touch him and make him uncomfortable. She was the one that had said it was okay that they shared the same bed when he had tried to make a nest on the floor, anyway.

She could handle this.

"You can get closer, you know," his voice held a hint of laughter, and she nodded curtly before sliding her body into his side. But that brought about the problem of her arms and his arms and their legs, and the fact that she was on the wrong side of the bed. The left was her side.

And he was definitely taking up that whole side.

"Goodnight," she said finally before thinking about giving him a kiss. But then she thought about how that might give him the wrong impression. Sure, they were dating for a few months now. They kissed. But not while in a bed. That was…a whole new level. And if she did give him a kiss, should it be the cheek, the mouth, the nose?!

Korra gave a frustrated little groan and flopped to her side, forgetting for a moment that Mako was right there beside her. Then, she felt his whole body press against her back, and his arm was curling under hers and wrapping around her waist and she felt…

Trapped.

But how do you tell that to someone who obviously wants to hold you? She gave an awkward cough and then tried to discreetly moved out from under his arm. "Um, maybe we could….Let me hold you instead?"

Korra peered over her shoulder at him with big, blinking eyes until he was adjusting his body to accommodate her. They shifted around, her elbow spiking into his back and she gave a muffled, sorry, and then foot had somehow gotten tangled with hers, and she gave a solid 'oof' as he dragged her to get undone.

This position was a bit better, but Korra didn't really like to eat shirt. And she was getting quite the face-full, at the moment. She finally just let it go, figuring he'd fall to sleep and if worse came to worse she'd just sleep on the ground like he had originally planned.

"Shh, don't wake them up," Jinora exclaimed as Meelo hovered over the slumbering couple. Somehow, in the night, the awkwardness had disappeared and they had clung to each other, their legs tangling and Korra's head was pillowed on Mako's arm.

"Oh my spirits, they look so cute!" Ikki squealed as she bounced at the edge of the bed and then screamed out. "I CALL BRIDESMAID." She stuck her tongue out at her elder sister before gasping as she saw Korra waking up. Then, they all ran out of the room because they weren't supposed to disturb Korra.

The waterbender opened her eyes and stared. Then, she felt something hot and heavy breathing beside her and gasped. Her whole body tensed as she shuffled away, her movements slow with sleep and contentment.

She turned to stare down at the firebender. Her fingers touched his cheek as she took in his rumpled hair and the fact that all the stress and pain were erased from his face while he slept.

She could get used to waking up to this every morning.