A/N: Bolin is such a big baby, but that's why I love him.

Rated: K

Day 8 - Promise

Korra plopped down onto the couch next to Bolin and dumped her feet in his lap. When he frowned at her, she pouted back at him until he rolled his eyes and wordlessly began to unbuckle the straps of her heels.

"Love you," she said, smiling as she rested her head against the armrest of the couch and stretched her arms over her head.

"Yeah, yeah," Bolin said unconvinced as he seized one foot and slipped it out of the three inch heel before moving onto the other one.

Korra groaned once both feet had been freed. Bolin set the stylish heels down on the floor and toed off his own swanky dress shoes. "I'll never be used to those," Korra said, frowning as she flexed her toes after hours of standing around in heels that made her feet sore. Bolin cradled one foot, and Korra sighed with pleasure as he started to massage the aches away.

"Asami was beautiful today, wasn't she?" Bolin asked as he rubbed and prodded the sole of her foot

"She was… She did such an amazing job. I can't believe she planned it all herself."

Bolin let out a bark of laughter. "What! You think Mako knows anything about planning a wedding?" He doubled over in a fit of giggles and Korra snorted just imagining the firebender arranging floral centerpieces and taste-testing confections.

"That awkward turtle-duck couldn't plan a wedding! I don't care how fashionable his scarf is."

Bolin gasped for air. "And spirits! Did you see his suit?!"

"I know!" Korra giggled, kicking her feet excitedly. "It was so dorky! I can't believe Asami let him wear that!"

"He picked it out himself!"

The couple laughed so hard they had to wipe the tears from their eyes.

Eventually when the giggle fits died down, Korra closed her eyes. Bolin watched happily as she lounged and he caressed the tender arches her feet, both relaxed as ever to finally be home after such a long, eventful day.

"Hey, Bo…?" Korra murmured some time later.

"Yeah?"

"Promise me that when we get married, you won't wear a dorky suit."

Bolin's neck cracked as he snapped his head around to stare at her. His eyes were wide green discs that rapidly blurred with unshed tears. "When we get married?"

Korra nodded, peering at him through hooded eyes. An unmanly wail escaped Bolin as his eyes overflowed.

"Okaaaay!" he bawled, eyes and nose dripping disgustingly down his face. He sniffled loudly, and Korra laughed, pulling him into her arms.

"You big baby," she said, fitting herself against him and tucking her face against his neck. "You're so gross when you cry."