Korra noticed the sunrise first.
"Good morning," she said. The bed dipped as she propped herself up on her elbow, nodding behind him.
"Is it?" Mako rolled onto his back, and sure enough, the curtains of their hotel room was stained with golden light.
"No. Come back here."
Korra grabbed his arm, pulling him back in for another kiss. Mako had lost count of how many that made hours ago. After all, did it really matter? He planned on kissing Korra like this many more times.
"I thought mornings were evil," he said, a little breathlessly.
Korra smiled. "Not this one," she said, fingers tracing down his arm. Locking her fingers together with his, she kissed the scarred knuckles one at a time before pressing the back of his hand against her breastbone. "This one is perfect."
"Yes it is," he sighed. "Welcome to the rest of our lives."
Korra laughed, loud and wonderful. "I highly doubt the rest of our lives will be going to be as nice as this."
"As long as we're together, I don't care."
Korra's smile softened, but the light didn't leave her eyes.
He knew what she was thinking. This last year had been crazy. If anything, life only got more hectic after Kuvira surrendered. And yet, to Mako, it seemed easier than all three of the years they spent apart.
He certainly hoped that the rest of their lives wasn't this crazy, but since she was the Avatar, he knew there was no way to predict what would happen or even how long they had. He didn't care. Right now, this moment was perfect. He would take this moment and treasure it always—like so many of the moments before—and hope that there would be many, many more sunrises like this for them.
"As long as we're together," Korra said, resting her forehead against his.
She sighed and a few minutes later, she was asleep. Mako lay there, trailing his fingers through his new wife's hair watching the light against the curtains change from amber to bright gold to white.
When the sun was finally up, he too drifted off to sleep, Korra's breathing his lullaby.