A/N: Sorry for not updating for so long. It's been difficult to write anything for the past few days, and then with relatives visiting it was impossible. Ugh. And these prompts just seem to get harder every time. I'm not entirely happy with this, but I tried.
Rated: T for very subtly implied sexy dreams
Day 16 - Look
As kids, Mako used to scold him whenever they would go to the market. "Look with your eyes, not with your hands," he'd say. "I don't need you breaking anything we can't pay for."
Bolin would scowl and fight the itchiness in his fingers as they weaved around fruit stands and merchants selling fragile antiques, all the while longing for possessions that would never belong to him.
The day he found out Mako and Korra were dating, that urge to touch something he could never have became a constant source of suffering. The only girl Bolin had ever truly connected with had chosen to connect with his older brother instead. He knew he couldn't still be having these feelings for her, but not loving Korra was something he just simply couldn't do.
He never stopped looking, though. No, he wouldn't do that. He looked if she was sad, and did all he could to cheer her up. He looked when she was smiling, and smiled with her. He looked when he knew she wasn't looking, and those were secrets he kept to himself.
Because if he couldn't have her, couldn't touch her, couldn't be with her, he'd remember the blueness of her eyes as he lied restlessly in his bed. He'd think of the feminine dip of her waist beneath that skintight tank top and imagine his fingers sinking into those gentle curves. He'd feel her body against his, even if it was only in his dreams.
He steals these moments with her when she isn't looking. He covets as much of her as he can even though it breaks him a little more every day when she still isn't his.
But that's okay.
He'll pay for it later.