Title: Lyrical
Summary: [written for day 2's prompt for Makorra Week | fluff | Makorra]
Words: 740

You took the time to memorize me:
my fears, my hopes, and dreams.
I just like hangin' out with you, all the time.
All those times that you didn't leave;
It's been occurring to me I'd like to hang out with you, for my whole life.
- Stay Stay Stay - Taylor Swift

"Son-of-a-bitch!"

He never thought he could move as fast as he had – jolting out of bed and dashing into the front room of their apartment, jumping over the back of the sofa and darting into the kitchen to inspect the cause of the sudden outburst from his girlfriend. He stopped in front of the island countertop, slammed his hands down on the surface, and stared at the angered young woman, wide-eyed. His hair disheveled from the previous night's activities, and the dark circles around his eyes only added to his appearance – one that would cause any stranger to assume that the firebending Republic City Police Officer was an escapee from the mental asylum.

"Korra! What's wrong? Are you okay?" he spluttered, eyes darting every which way as he examined both the scene and his girlfriend.

"I'm fine," Korra spat through clenched teeth. She sat the frying pan she held in her hand back upon the stove. "Go back to bed, Mako."

"I'm not going anywhere," he said, running a hand through his hair as he attempted to regain his composure. He straightened his back and walked around the counter, peering behind Korra to the best of his ability, eying the pan upon the stove and the eggshells to its left. "You're cooking?"

"Trying," she sternly replied, "I wouldn't have burned myself if a certain someone actually taught me how to cook."

He raised a brow in question at her statement, noticing only then that she was hiding her hand behind her back. Was the burn really that bad? And just how was it his fault? "I only teach you when you're willing to learn, which isn't that often."

That glare – he knew that glare. That was the glare she gave when she was furious. Just what had he done to deserve this?

"You're a jerk, you know that?" she snarled.

"You know what–" he stopped mid-sentence, finger in the air as though to emphasize whatever point he was about to make. His annoyed expression seemed to fade away in an instant, and his mouth fell agape as if realization had suddenly hit him.

Perhaps it had.

"Marry me," he blurted unexpectedly.

"This isn't a joke, Mako," Korra scoffed, folding her arms across her chest and rolling her eyes. Her expression, however, seemed to fade, as well, at his words. "Go back to bed – you're being a huge ass."

"I'm serious," he whispered once more, approaching his girlfriend. He took her wrists in his hands out of fear of causing further pain by touching her burn, and lowered his head just enough to rest his forehead upon hers. "Marry me, Korra."

The young woman before him stumbled back at his words, bumping into the rim of the counter and the handle of the pan on the stove. She jerked her arms toward her, though this only caused Mako to tighten his grip ever so slightly, not wanting to let her get away – and truth-be-told, she didn't want to leave, either.

"I don't want to do this all of the time," he began, his hot breath tickling her face with each word he spoke. "I don't want one of us to leave in the middle of an argument and not come back for hours or days on end. I want to stay with you for the rest of my life – I want to have a family and grow old with you. I want to be with your through every up and down you may have, and help you work through each and every problem the best way I can. I want to be able to fall asleep with you in my arms every night, and wake up with you every morning. I want a life with you, Korra."

"This really is the oddest way to propose, you know," her eyes finally met his as she spoke, and her lips twitched into a smirk. "We were in the middle of an argument – not to mention you look like shit and are only wearing your underwear."

"I'm being serious, Korra. Please, marry me."

And although she rolled her eyes for the second time that morning, she couldn't help but bring her hands to either side of his face and close what little distance there was between them, pressing her lips to his in a chaste kiss.

"You really are an idiot, Cool Guy. You already know I would marry you in a heartbeat."