Did I promise some fluff? No?
You get it anyway!
Oh and in case I didn't mention, the story doesn't take its place in the age of R&J it's rather like the age of Korra, so they are in Republic City and stuff...
So, enjoy the new chap!;D
Mako blinked. He was in a room where everything was orange and yellow and some friendly tone of pink. It looked like a tent which was made of soft silk.
He was sitting on the floor, his back was leaning to the side of a bed. A door was open next to him, fresh air came in and caused a cold feeling on his skin. And his right leg was covered in blood.
He hissed, because as soon as the realisation came, he started to feel the pain again.
"Do you want me to close that?" Korra said when she entered the room, pointing at the another door. It has to be a balcony, he thought.
"It's okay", he said. His skin was burning around the wound, but he didn't want to touch his leg, being afraid of worse pain. He rather looked up at her.
Korra had white top and blue pants on, her pants were halfway soaked with blood.
"Are you hurt?" he asked, worried.
"No", she shook her head, then looked at her pants. "It's your blood", she added quietly.
She knelt down next to him. "I wanted to wait until you wake up", she said, then touched his thigh, right above his wound. "It'll hurt a bit", she warned him, then grabbed the drape on his pants, cut it with her nails, and ripped the burned fabric out of the wound.
He bit on his fist to make sure not to shout. But spirits, it did hurt.
Korra's eyes widened. "It's... it looks terrible..."
"I wasn't paying attention", he said, trying to breathe. "And burnt myself."
She looked up. "I see you hit your shoulder, too..."
"It's not that bad."
Korra smiled, then, breaking eye contact, she stood up. "Stay here, and stay silent", she said, then quickly left the room.
Mako sighed as some fresh air reached the wound. Seconds later, she was already back, with a bowl full of water, and a towel in her hands.
She put them down next to him, then locked the door. She looked down at him, their eyes met again.
"Just a few minutes, and it'll disappear", she said, kneeling down. She grabbed the wet towel.
"Are you sure it's a good idea?" he asked, moving his leg further from the towel. As much as he knew, blood is not a thing which vanishes with washing powder.
"Of course", she answered, then put the towel on his leg. "I can't start healing when it's dirty."
He decided to stay silent and let her do whatever she's doing. Instead of speaking, he kept staring at her face, as she bit her lip just like she felt the same pain, and the way she wiped off the dirt of his thigh and knee. The wound was still ugly: his skin was burnt, he could see his own flesh. He turned back to her.
She put the towel down, then sit down on her ankles. She moved her palms above the bowl, then made a slow wave into his direction: the water followed, creating a bubble. She lowered her hands, and the water touched his skin.
He tightened his muscles.
"Relax", she whispered. He tried.
"I burnt myself more times than I can imagine", Korra started with a small smile. "My grandmother, Katara always healed me within a few minutes."
He smiled back, and tried to relax again.
"That's it", Korra said. "Of course my healing skills aren't that good, so it'll take a while", she added.
They stayed in silence for hour-long seconds. Mako kept looking at her peaceful face: she was so beautiful.
"Why did you kiss me?" he asked suddenly.
Korra's fingers stopped moving for a moment, then she continued healing without looking up.
"Not that it was... bad", he added quickly. "I'm just curious."
"I just...", she started. "I don't know."
He didn't notice the end of his pain until she stopped, and bent the water back to the bowl. "It's done", she sighed. "Let me see your shoulder."
He didn't say anything while she was healing the scar on his shoulder. Still he kept looking at her, and it made her uncomfortable. Why did she kiss him, actually? She really didn't have an answer, even if he really would deserve knowing it.
She didn't look at him until she finished. She didn't realize how close they were. Then, when she couldn't sustain it any more, she looked at his face. In the bright light, she could finally see him. His arched eyebrows, just as raven as his hair, his big eyelashes above his golden eyes, his straight nose. She lost control over the water: his shoulder was already fine, but this time she didn't put the water back to its place. It flowed down on his shirt. Neither of them did care.
"Why are you here?" she whispered. "They almost killed you."
"I promised", he answered, smiling. "But if I didn't, I would've come anyway."
She put her hands on the two sides of his face, it was almost like when she kissed him, but this time she didn't wear her gloves, he didn't have his mask on: there were no more fences between them.
"But why?" she asked, even more quietly.
"I wanted to see you", he said, returning her touch.
She felt a strange feeling inside. Her stomach hurt, it was like if he comes an inch closer, she'll explode.
"I don't even know your name", Korra said.
When he answered, she felt his breath on her cheeks. "It's... Mako."
"Mako", she repeated. "Nice to meet you, Mako."
"The pleasure's mine", he answered. And then finally, finally his lips touched hers, and she was burning. She moved closer to deepen the kiss. As their lips moved together, she felt something growing inside her. Something what was good and bad at the same time.
He slowly put his hands around her hip to pull her even more closer, when someone knocked on the door.
Korra let go and jumped to her feet. For a second, she looked at him and saw her own surprise in his eyes, then stepped to the door, unlocked and opened it for a few inches.
"Miss Korra", she heard a voice.
"Howl", she sighed, her muscles relaxing. "I thought it's someone else."
"Just me", the guard shook his head. "I wanted to apologize about... what happened previously."
"It's fine, Howl", Korra said. "I should be apologizing, I was so..."
"I understand", the guard said with a friendly smile. "Anyway, Miss Korra. If there's anything you need, we are here."
"Thank you, Howl."
"And", he added, "We'll make sure he gets home safely. Your father is on a meeting with the council, and your mother's having a bath, so I guess we can use the front door."
Korra nodded. "Thank you", she repeated. "It's really... kind, actually..."
The guard bowed, "Good night, my lady", he said before leaving.
She closed the door and leaned back to it.
"I should go", Mako started, standing up. She stayed where she was, looking at his face, trying to figure out what to say. The answer should've been 'Yes', but everything inside her shouted 'No'.
So she didn't speak.
Mako stepped to the door. "Are you gonna let me out?" he asked with a smile.
"Of... course", Korra said, blinking.
The hallway was dark.
Korra sighed. "So... I guess I'll see you when I see you."
Mako put his fingers under her chin to make her look up, then placed a soft kiss on her lips.
"Exactly", he whispered. And then, she was alone.
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