When Mako and Korra finally make it downstairs there's no one to be seen. They're very confused for a moment, that is until Mako finds a note from Bolin on the table.

So… I basically lied for you and told Keiki that you must've passed out when you got home from practice. We'll be back shortly with noodles… so at least one good thing came about from your selfishness. PLEASE be presentable. I told Keiki that you had invited Korra to join us… so please pretend that she hasn't been with you all this time. Please Mako… I really need this. And I forgive you, in case you were wondering.

-Bolin

"I guess we're off the hook," Mako offers half-heartedly. He sits at the table and crumples the note in his hand.

Korra frowns. She doesn't like seeing Mako upset unless it's because of her. But she knows he's not one to talk, so she kisses him on the cheek and sets the table.

As she reaches for the last glass on the high shelf she is stopped by his hands that he's placed lightly on her hips. She turns and smiles within his grasp.

"I'm sorry, I'm just, I can't get in the way of Bolin's happiness," he frowns slightly, "And sometimes I feel like I do… even if I'm trying not to…"

Korra doesn't know what to feel as Mako seems to be looking right through her at something far away. "…Mako?..." she prods lightly.

He snaps from his state and a smile beams on his face. "But that's not what happened. I need to be happy too right?"

"Right!" Korra smile and gives him a light kiss on his lips, "You deserve happiness!"

"Right! But you know what I really deserve?" Mako's amber eyes are dancing as they stare into the cerulean spheres in front of him.

"What?" Korra breathes.

"You." He kisses her passionately, holding her against the counter. The heat between them blazes, but all too quickly he draws back. He smiles as Korra pouts. "Sorry." He leans against her once more and her breath catches. He reaches up and grabs the glass and hands it to her. "So how was your day? I haven't seen you in ages." His lips twitch up at the ends.

And Korra smiles, she'll play along, like Bolin wanted, for the rest of the night, but she can't get Bolin's words out of her head, "I really like this girl… I've got a good feeling… there's something… special about her." She wiggles out of Mako's grasp to set the glass in its place on the table. Her smile wavers slightly. That's what he said about me...


Sorry again! I know short and nothing really happens! But it's neccessary...