Mako stretched as he slowly came to consciousness, blinking away the clips of sunlight that were invading between the tiny cracks of the shudders on the window.
He slightly shifted, and that's when he noticed that a particularly sensitive part of his body slightly grazed the blanket he was under. He lifted up the blanket, only to be met with the truth that he was completely naked.
Confused, he looked around frantically for his mysteriously hidden clothing before his eyes landed upon a particular water tribe girl. He could see her long, brown hair swimming past her shoulders and laying sprawled out on his pillow.
Oh no…
He remembered everything suddenly, it all coming to his mind at once. It all came too fast, that it almost knocked all of the wind out him, leaving him barely gasping for air.
He stared at her for the longest time, too afraid to move and wake her up and be met with the humiliating one-night stand walk-of-shame that everyone did. Well, almost everyone.
He knew his brother had dealt with situations like these before. However, it was not his brother that was shameful. It was rather the pretty-faced girl that would run out of their apartment early the next morning, wearing the tight evening dress from the night before, makeup smudged and carrying her high heels because they had no chance at balancing in those things at this hour of the morning.
Mako would be sitting at the breakfast-nook table by then, drinking his morning tea and waiting for his little brother to come out so he could give a disapproving scowl. Bolin would usually come out, wiggling his eyebrows and clicking his tongue in defiance, saying oh, if only you knew.
But Mako never had to deal with shameful thoughts the morning after, because he never was so much of an idiot to put himself in that situation in the first place.
But ta-da! Here he was, laying in bed next to a sleeping Korra, nevertheless his team mate, which Mako had given firm instructions to Bolin earlier that week about how dating her was a bad idea.
Of course, it would be Korra to make him do impulsive and idiotic things, such as this.
This girl really is crazy.
He wanted to so badly jump out of the bed, acting as if she has set the bed sheets on fire and he was being burned alive. But his humiliation kept him frozen in place.
This wasn't good…
The night wasn't a jumble or a blur, seeing as he wasn't intoxicated, and neither was she. He remembered every detail perfectly.
Flash
"Look, we need to talk. Sometimes you can be so infuriating, a-"
"Save your breath," She demanded, cutting him off, "you've already made it clear how you feel about me."
"No, I haven't. Look, what I'm trying to say is, as much as you drive me crazy, I also think you're pretty amazing."
His confession caught her attention, and she turned around to face him, "So… you do like me?" Her voice was unsteady, the pitch going up, higher than he's ever heard it. It leaked of twinkling hope.
"Yes, but I like Asami too. I don't know, things are complicated. But I've been feeling really confused and-"
He was cut off once again, except this kind of interruption was much kinder and warmer than words. His eyes widened with surprise as she pressed her lips to his suddenly. The action was fast and desperate, and she stubbornly leaned further into the kiss to prevent him from leaving.
He knew he should pull away, but that seemed like an impossible and very distant thought. Her mouth was so warm, so inviting… Her lips were soft, even as chapped as they were. Sparks of fire ignited his nerves and he craved the touch even more.
He let his eyes droop, and he pushed into the kiss also, furthering the passion and the anticipation.
The kiss didn't stop. Not even when youthful and lustful desires penetrated their minds, and they both clumsily stumbled up the stairs towards the brothers attic.
End
His eyes gazed over the placid look on Korra's face as she slept, more than likely dreamlessly. Her eyes were shut, lightly so. Her hair sprawled out in different directions, and Mako couldn't help but think how cute she looked. Her features on her face were flushed, and he knew the pink blush that still tinted her cheeks and tipped at the corners of her mouth was from the aftermath of her orgasm.
His eyes wandered further, and he found the first signs of his abuse on her neck. A purple bruise decorated where her pulse was.
He found a few more bite marks and bruises along her shoulder, and the blanket just barely touched the undersides of her breasts. Her nipples, pebbled and hardened from her earlier arousal, looked much of a lighter shade than he saw in the dark hours of the night just some odd hours ago. He found it strange, seeing as her complexion looked much more inclined to serve a darker color that complimented the rest of her body.
He brushed the thought off, seeing as he thought that her body was perfect.
In a gesture of affection, he took the tips of the blanket and recovered her modesty, bringing it all the way up to her abused shoulders.
He brushed a lock of hair out of her face, thinking that it was tickling at her skin and bothering her.
He sighed discontentedly.
He hadn't meant for it to go this far.
Seriously, how could one kiss lead to something like this? It was something useless, something dumb that shouldn't have caught him up in a web of drama and swirled emotions like it did, much less make him so stupid that it made him jump into bed with another girl. A girl that was amazing, even so. A girl that was beautiful, as Bolin had said. A girl that was Korra.
A girl that was not his girlfriend.
Asami was stunningly gorgeous. She was kind, and helpful, and extremely generous, seeing as she had sponsored the Fire Ferrets into the tournament. She was amazing all around.
But she wasn't Korra, and that's what really bothered the firebender.
Guilt had settled over him even more, like a cloud over his head that he could not escape, when he remembered that Bolin had an insanely major crush on Korra.
Thinking of Bolin, he almost jumped at the remembrance that he had locked the door when they came up the stairs, not wanting to be interrupted. It was for the best anyway, Mako really didn't want his brother's heart shattered in the sight of his own flesh and blood getting intimate in bed with the girl he liked. He was thanking Yue at the luck they had that Bolin hadn't been around for any of it. He had seen how Bolin reacted to getting his heart broken from previous relationships, and it wasn't a pretty sight in the slightest.
He tried to push all those negative thoughts of his mind. He had heard all the amazing stories about your first time and the morning after, and how the afterglow is amazing as you bask in the morning sun, naked next to your lover.
He had even heard his brothers story, despite his efforts to simply block out all talk of his little brothers sex life. However, after many minutes of him holding his hands over his ears, and several loud, obnoxious Lalalalala's later, Bolin had coaxed his hands away from his ears and told him the rather simple and modest details.
That's when Mako remembered that Korra is his first. He had given his virginity to her, a sign and bond that was irreplaceable. You couldn't take that kind of bond you made with someone, no matter what, because they will always have that memory and a certain power over knowing it was each others first time.
He didn't need to ask if Korra had given her innocence to him. He knew right away, as soon as she screwed her eyes shut when he entered her, and the way her body tensed with discomfort. Not to mention the fact that he had to pass a certain barrier, an experience that was definitely not pleasurable for Korra, when she muffled a whine in her throat as small amount of blood seeped out of her.
Mako freaked out when he saw it, instantly pulling out and asking over and over what is that, are you okay? And, is that supposed to happen? And, most embarrassing of all, are you on your period?
He wasn't freaked out over the blood because he didn't want it to get on him. He had a condom on, and even if he didn't that wouldn't be his concern. He was more worried over the fact that he hurt her in some way, and made her bleed.
She silences his questions with a kiss, and when she pulled back she whispered rassurances to him that yes, indeed that was supposed to happen. He tried to focus on her words when she told him he tore something that was meant to be torn, but his head was already dizzy and distracted from the monumental amounts of adrenaline that pulsed through him with every beat of his heart.
Their bodies joined once again soon after that first bump in the road, and Mako smiled at the thought that they messed up a lot in the action of having intercourse for the first time.
He shook his head, finding himself creepy in a way that he was replaying last night's events in his head.
He looked over at Korra once again, her face still etched with peace as she basked in sleep. He finally let his body relax, laying back down on the bed. He scooted over next to Korra, finding immediately warmth that radiated from her as he threw his arm over the curve of her waist.
Well, maybe this isn't so bad…
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A/N; Yes yes, I know, these characters are definitely OOC. Please, I don't need an earful of how much I suck at keeping characters in character… I already know, thank you very much ladies and gentlemen.
"Makorra romance is the best romance." ~Me
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