***This is the lemon chapter***

Korra pushed him hard against the door to his cabin, her mouth hot against his. Mako's head thumped painfully on the thick wood. While all guests had had the option of returning to Republic City after the reception, close family and many of the young people had opted to rent some of the bungalows that were available for events such as these. Mako had split a cabin with Bolin, but his brother had made it very clear that it was for appearances only and that he had no intention of sleeping there.

He reached behind and fumbled for the knob. The door opened, almost spilling both of them onto the floor. The cabin was nothing but a single, square room with an adjoining bathroom. Two narrow beds with thick, red-and-black checkered quilts were separated by a nightstand. A plush platypus bear head hung from the wall as a mock hunting trophy. Mako still wasn't sure what had inspired Asami and Iroh's whole woodsy, campy theme.

He and Korra stumbled backwards until the back of his knees hit one of the beds. They both toppled over onto it. Mako was able to twist a little bit to avoid taking Korra's full weight on his chest. He was still in excellent shape despite several years away from the bending arena, but Korra was 5'4" of solid muscle and no lightweight.

Mako gasped a sigh of relief as Korra undid the buttons on his collar. Those things really were torture. He started kissing her again, hungrily, desperately, surprised at how badly he suddenly wanted her. He could taste the liquor on her breath, sharp and sour. Korra went for the rest of the buttons on his shirt while he reached behind and unzipped her dress. He slid the sleek fabric down her front, and was surprised to find that she sported a bright red bra underneath.

"I didn't know you owned anything red," he said, breathless.

"I was fishing for firebenders," she gasped, kissing his neck. "I guess I didn't entirely miss the mark, did I?" She pulled his shirt open, then pushed him on his back. He held up his arms and she pulled it off, then the white undershirt as well.

"I'd forgotten how much I like this," she said. She ran both hands over his chest as he grabbed the edges of her dress and pulled it the rest of the way down. She kicked it off, and he saw that she wore thin, nearly transparent panties the same color as the bra. Korra sat back and straddled him, then started working on his belt.

"Korra," he said suddenly, "what are we doing?"

"What does it look like we're doing?" She pulled the belt free.

"No, I mean. What are we doing? You and me. Again." He didn't know exactly why he'd said it. He was clearly going along with what was happening. More than going along with it, really. He didn't think that he could stop now even if he wanted to.

"I know what you mean," Korra said. She sounded almost angry. She yanked hard at the top of his pants and a button popped. "But who else are we going to do this to?" Korra had a point. Neither of them had dated anyone steadily since they'd broken up three years ago. Between that and Mako working a lot of nights as a detective, he didn't even want to think about the last time he'd gotten laid. The Fire Cousins plan had been a bust. Maybe Korra was right. They were all each other had.

Korra pulled his pants down over his hips, then leaned forwards and kissed him again. He grabbed her by her shoulders and rolled, flipping her under him. He kicked the pants the rest of the way off, and his shoes as well, all the time holding Korra down with his weight while he kissed her mouth, her neck, her throat. He left Asami's crystal necklace on.

Mako reached under her back to unclasp her bra. He felt her pulling off his boxers, then gasped as she started to work her hand. There was very little foreplay; they both needed each other too badly to waste time with that. He reached down and yanked at her panties. The insubstantial fabric tore easily in his grasp. Mako leaned forwards and kissed her hard on the mouth as she wrapped her legs around him. Then her blue eyes went wide, and it was bliss.