Pairing: Makorra
Words: 915
Song: Happy — Leona Lewis
A/N: AU book 4 finale ending, hope you like it!
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It was late in the night when the wedding party finally started to dim down, people beginning to pack up their things and others already gone.

Mako stood alone, watching the musicians set up on stage – Tahno now playing the violin in a soft melody with the piano. Though he'd never admit it verbally, he was impressed with how far Tahno had come since loosing his bending. The once waterbender had gone from a dirty pro-bender to a live performer in only a few years, touring around with his team and bringing back the ancient songs for all to enjoy. In some way, it made Mako miss the old days. Back when he was just a hotheaded teenager and winning matches was all he was focused on. A lot had changed since then, and he wasn't entire sure at how it made him feel.

"What are you doing standing over here all by yourself?"

Mako turned at the familiar voice, seeing a soft smiling Korra making her way over to him. He felt something in his chest tighten.

"Just staying out of the way for some of the cleaners. After a couple times of my sling knocking over their trays, I figured it was best for me to keep to the side."

She laughed at that and he looked at her. Her hair was still up in the small bun, but a few stray hairs were beginning to pull free.

"What about you? I saw you talking with Asami."

Korra leaned up against the pillar behind her, crossing her arms across her chest. "Yeah, we've decided to go on a vacation. After what we've both been through, especially with her loosing her father, I figured we could use one." She said then smiled lightly. "She's never been to the Spirit World, so we're going together first thing tomorrow."

Mako nodded and guided his gaze back to the stage. A vacation sounded good to him as well. He just had to convince Chief Beifong to grant him the time off. It would be a long shot with everything Kuvira had done to the City, they needed as many police officers on duty as possible. It wasn't something he was really looking forward to. All the speeders racing through the streets, using broken buildings as ramps. But he was happy about getting his old job back.

"Maybe..." Korra started. "Maybe when we get back and after some of the city is cleaned up... maybe we could go on a vacation together as well."

He wasn't sure if it was right, but he thought he heard some longing in her voice and when he looked down at her, her blue eyes were staring back at him with... was it? Yes, it was longing. And something else.

Affection.

Smiling, Mako nodded. "I'd like that."

Her eyes brightened and she grinned at him, her mouth in her toothy, lopsided signature style. Even after three years and a couple months her smiles still made his stomach drop at how beautiful she was.

Without asking, she grabbed his good hand and pulled him towards the dance floor. "Come on, City Boy, dance with me."

The drop in his gut suddenly changed to a nervous brick. "But there's no one else... I don't know if –" He was stopped by a sudden yank on his arm and he tried not to trip over his own feet.

"Korra – "

"Just shut up and dance," She said, cutting him off before turning to face him, a small blush on her cheeks. Her eyes shined in the growing moonlight. "The music is still going. And I like it better like this, less crowds."

Mako swallowed. He was never a dancer, he had two left feet and always seemed to step on someone's toes whenever he tried. Every time he danced, something embarrassing happened.

"Come on." She let go of his hand and raised both her arms, resting them on his shoulders and letting her hands clasp behind his neck.

Eventually he gave in and placed his good hand on her waist, holding her a good foot away from him. It had been a while since they had been so close, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to handle feeling her body against his. His fingertips were already tingling from the touch of her.

They swayed together silently, both of them listening to the slow tune. Mako hated to admit it, but parts of his thoughts were him trying to watch his footing. It wasn't until half way through the song that Korra moved closer, stopping his thoughts all together and pressing her torso against his, resting her head on his shoulder.

At first Mako froze, but then her warmth sunk into him and he relaxed, holding her as close as his injured arm would allow. Her hair tickled his chin sightly. He had forgotten at how perfect she fit against him. There were a few differences now, but it was still familiar. Her hair even smelling of the sea with a hint of lavender just like he remembered.

"I meant it when I said always." Korra whispered against his suit. She was so quiet that if he had breathed he would have missed it.

His arm tightened around her and softly he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, letting his lips linger in her hair a little longer then necessary before replying, his words not missing a heartbeat.

"So did I."