Korra was flying.
Well, kind of. Flying was the sensation she was experiencing, more or less, with her arms outstretched and her legs straight behind her, high off the ground. Her hip bones were being supported by Mako's feet, and his arms were also spread out at his side. resting on the floor. She wasn't even airbending, and she still felt like she was flying, especially if she closed her eyes.
She didn't want to though. She didn't want to close her eyes; all Korra was able to do was stare at Mako, stare at him staring at her as they steadied each other, balanced each other.
She breathed deeply, the relaxation and calm filling her, and still he held her high.
"This will help," she had told him.
"Help what?" he groaned.
"I dunno… it's supposed to help clear your mind, or something like that."
It had seemed a silly thing at first; it was just something that Tenzin had taught Korra during airbending training. He'd told her that yoga was a good tool when she was getting too heated, too impatient, when she needed to just slow down so she could see the bigger picture.
And lately, she'd been getting all too heated with Mako.
They argued all the time; their time apart from each other was causing far more harm than good, and she found herself snapping at every little thing. The hurt in his eyes wasn't satisfying in the least. It lingered there still, now, as she looked at him. But there was love there too.
There was love.
Korra felt it, raw, real, ready.
There was no space for arguing, not when they were always apart. Not in their positions. There was no room for something so trivial when their lives were both constantly on the line.
Korra lost her balance and she was falling then, closing the space, crashing down and catching herself before she hit him too hard. He still caught her, of course. Her weight pressed on him, and she felt his arms tighten.
She kissed his cheek, and he smiled.
There was no space for such things.