Author's note: I apologize for how short this one is. But... I really wanna move this along so I can write a Mako POV chapter... expect that soon. I hope you like this, either way.
Bolin scooped Korra up in his arms and squeezed. They'd won! The Fire Ferrets were one step closer to that prize money. "We did it," he roared in her ear before putting her back on her feet.
"You were amazing out there," Mako's husky voice said from behind her. She turned around and he was right in front of her, eyes glowing, cheeks flushed. For a moment, Korra felt it hard to breathe. Her heart skipped a beat. "Great job."
The avatar shook her head, that was weird. She must be tired from the match. Even so, her smile grew even brighter as she punched his arm and said, "Yeah, you were pretty slick, too, Hotshot."
He shot her a rare smile and her heart thudded again.
Just tired, she thought again.
Until he grabbed her up in a hug of his own. It was wonderful, not crushing like Bolin's, but strong and sturdy. Mako's arms suddenly became Korra's favorite place to be. She felt safe there, like she could lean on him and he'd still support her.
Well, she realized as he let go. This isn't good. Figures, she would fall in love with the brother that wasn't remotely interested in her.
