After the night Mako broke up with her, she devoted all of her time to training. Training over the last few weeks the rage and sadness she felt after the date night turned into some kind of twisted motivation for her. Korra was fluid in her movements. She moved her arms like a chess piece with precision and thought; with her feet on every mark, her body swayed and hit the goal with a force that was unrecognizable. She pushed her body as hard and fast as it could go. Her intense focus earned her marks with Tenzin and the younger airbenders but still it was a long winding road for Korra and her heart. It was a masquerade for her, her mask of strength was a slip away from the insecure, hurt girl she was. Moving on certainly isn't what it's all cracked up to be, at least for her, she thought. But it was all she could do given the circumstance.

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While she threw herself into training, on her days off she was in her comfort zone. The first two weeks she'd mope around the apartment and asked Bolin to sleep with her out of spite of mako and her own loneliness; but after a while she started to enjoy spending this time with him. They talk about a list of things like their day, probending, training and other things. Deep down inside the one thing she wished they talk about was them. Although she was devastated at one point about how things went with the firebender; her feelings for the earthbender grew slowly as time went by. Korra would catch herself some nights smiling as she watched him snore the night away. He was as opposite as his brother could be but yet he was the best thing that Mako ever had a hand in.

Gentle and loving. She mused as she muddled up his hair.

"Bo." She called his name so many times before but this time it was different. There was a want to her beckoning, a desire to hear him answer.

"Korra." He teased. Bolin was clueless as she scooted closer to him. She tucked her body into his and closed her eyes tightly. Korra was not afraid to speak her heart anymore. She was ready, ready to let her thoughts flow from her mouth to his ears knowing it would be in good hands, she had no worries.

"You are the best type of friend, Bolin. In the time that I've lived here no one has ever made me feel as welcomed or as special as you have. Thank you." Korra sighed and buried herself into his chest.

This was her moment of clarity, the truth that she had hidden herself since that night at Xuan's. She was ready to commit her heart to what was real and he was in front of her; breathing and warm.

Bolin slowly moved his arms from around her and motioned her to sit up. "Korra." He was beaming at her admission. Facing each other he couldn't help but study the lines and the smooth curves of her face "You're beautiful Korra." With his hand cupping her face she felt that familiar jolt of energy surge through her. She closed her eyes and touched his arm, she felt brand new with him; Bolin was the land she needed to flourish.

Korra turned and kissed the inside of his palm as the air in the room grew thick. The action stirred the growing tension in him as she pressed her lips to his face.

"Bolin, I love you."

Her lips merged with his and this time there was no stopping. He ran his hands along the side of her body as they leaned back into the bed. The nips at her bottom lip passionately moved down to her chin while his hands made quick work of her top. Smoothing his tongue across her neck, Bolin felt her letting go of her inhibitions as her body craved his touch. Quickly sitting up Bolin took in the image of Korra's body being bathed in moonlight. She was ethereal, as gorgeous as the day they first met and the night they first kissed, he was intoxicated by her. Bolin was punch-drunk in love.

"You are everything I ever wanted."

Not wanting to waste another minute she took off the fabric that became a pesky barrier between them. All she had left was her bindings that covered her breast; he eyed the covered flesh in a roguish manner. Wanting to be even closer to her; rolling her nipple between his finger, permission had been asked. The breathless moan she returned was all the answer he needed.

He parted her thighs and slid into her slowly. Her eyes closed as he filled her up. She felt like a dream, calling for him as their hips met each other again and again. The rhythm of their lovemaking was so sound, so clear she cried out. Placing a therapeutic grip on her hips he nibbled on her neck. He sensed the change in her as he savored her, the taste went from guilt and shame to love and lust all rolled in to one. Her pain was washed away in the sweat of their bodies; she finally found what she was searching for in him. Tensing up he knew that she was ready and this was the moment he had anxiously waited for.

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"If I knew you wanted to be with Bolin I would have stayed with Asami..."

"I thought you locked the door?" Bolin muffled in to her chest.

The voice caught both off guard. The dark shadow just stood there until he walked into the light, it was Mako and he wasn't in the least bit happy. Bolin and Korra starred at the door, their bodies froze in fear. Bolin didn't immediately move from Korra but he sat up while she covered her chest. The sight was as awkward as it was weird and a tiny bit of it hurt Mako but he wasn't going to let them know.

"So he's the one who messed us up. Congrats Bolin, you just pulled a Korra."

A/N: Here is your fancy lemonade! I think I wrote myself into another block lol but I think the next chapter or the next will be the last chapter for this story. Thank you for the reviews and the follows/favorites, it keeps me writing :).