AN: I've got one more drabble to post after this one. But after that, that's all I've got. That isn't to say, however, that this will go away or that I'll stop writing drabbles. My point is, a couple of people have expressed a desire for me to continue doing these drabbles. I've said before that I would like to continue them, but ONLY if I get prompts. They don't have to be complicated. They can be one word prompts, like the challenge. Or they can be more specific, like "Bolin on cactus juice."

If I don't get any prompts though, I won't write. I have plenty of other projects to work on. I love writing these, but I'm not going to lie and say I don't need a little motivation sometimes. Furthermore, I will write ANY romantic ship except incest ships like Mako/Bolin or Noatak/Tarrlok. Mostly cus it weirds me out. I'd even be willing to venture into some A:TLA territory if anyone was interested. I'm really open to any prompts or suggestions.

Me continuing to write these is really up to you guys. If I get an idea all by myself I might post it, but that will probably only be every once in a blue moon. So if you want updates regularly, you're gonna have to spam me with prompts. That's all I'm saying.

simple

Her head was aching. No matter how much she thought about it, there was no clear solution. Korra had gained a certain amount of strategy the last couple of years but she still missed the feeling of barging in, power present and blazing. It felt more natural that way.

What was natural to her, however, was not always the most effective solution.

She groaned and let out a frustrated sigh, pushing the map away and burying her face in her hands. In the morning she would meet with the council and discuss the problem at hand. They would form some sort of attack measure. Korra couldn't see one that didn't put a lot of lives in danger. She hated that things were never as simple as barging in and beating the bad guys. She hated feeling just a little bit helpless.

There was a knock at the door. Korra lifted her tired eyes to see a familiar silhouette framed in the light of the doorway. "Korra?"

She sighed, brushing sweat away from her brow. Wisps of hair stuck to her forehead and neck. "I'm sorry if I woke you. I didn't mean to come in so late." She muttered, kneading her finger into the knots in her neck.

Mako stepped into the light of the room, his eyes red with sleep. Korra rationalized that she should have gone back to Air Temple Island for the rest of the night instead of disturbing the apartment of the bending brothers. But it was newly renovated and she knew she wouldn't be bothered by any monks or members of the white lotus there.

She was basically haunting them at this point.

"Are you still working?" He asked, stepping closer to the counter where Korra sat. His voice was muddled and husky. He seemed to be blinking thought back into his features.

"I was. I'm not really making much headway." Defeat was tangible. There was something sad in her eyes: lost. He settled his elbows on the counter across from her, leaning over the map curiously. He was gaining intelligence fast.

"Yeah, the compound. You can't attack without endangering the civilians." He pointed to the little village on the map, his brows pulling together.

"Exactly." Her head settled against her fist, that familiar characteristic pout forming on her lips. "I'm just hoping Tenzin or Iroh will have a decent solution in the morning. I don't expect Bumi to have the most steadfast fix." She let loose a weak smile before her head sunk to the table.

"No, he's a bit too much like you."

She looked up at him through her lashes. "I am not like Bumi."

"Well, no, not strictly speaking, though you do have fairly similar attack strategies." He smiled at her, daring her to challenge the statement.

She sat up, stretching her arms. "You've got me there."

Mako stood, offering her his hand over the counter. "Come on. You should get some sleep. Maybe you'll have a clearer head in the morning." She considered his offer for a moment, taking in the sight of his mussed hair and wrinkled shirt. When she took his hand it was still uncommonly warm, like he'd been basking in the sun for several hours.

She stood and maneuvered around the counter, settling automatically into his side as she had many times before. She stretched up to him, kissing his sleep darkened lips. Her hands fisted in his shirt as his reached up to palm either side of her face.

She leaned back, tasting his slumber on her lips. "My head feels clearer already."

He swung his arm over her shoulders and pulled her toward his bedroom, her face tucked into his shoulder the whole way.

If only being the Avatar was as simple as being Korra. As simple as this.