Quiver
Korra's bottom lip quivered as she looked up at her boyfriend.
"No, Korra, don't look at me like that," Mako pleaded.
She tried not to grin and stepped closer, lightly placing her hands on his hips.
"Korra," he groaned.
"Please?" She peppered his neck with kisses.
"I can't, you know that."
"Please please please," she pressed against him and started to work along his jaw.
He really didn't stand a chance. He let his head fall back and surrendered.
"Fine. I hate you."
She let out a whoop and placed one more kiss on his lips. "You love me. And don't worry, you're going to love flying with me! You won't even realize how high up you are! If that doesn't get you over you fear of heights, nothing will!"