When Korra woke it could have been ten a.m. or two p.m., she only knew the sun still shone.

Beside her, Mako snored and shifted, his arm curled loosely around her waist.

Her cheek resting on his chest, she listened to the comforting beat of his heart. His warmth reassured her. This was no dream. This was real life.

This was her life now.

She hoped that this would be her life for a very long time. Despite everything, she couldn't ever see herself giving this up. That would be crazy.

"Is this a habit I'm going to have to get used to?"

His voice startled Korra. She'd been staring at him, she realized. Well, why shouldn't she stare? They'd gotten up in front of (what seemed like) the entire city and declared that they belonged to each other. He was hers. She was his.

"Am I not allowed to look at you?" she asked. "I thought the whole point of marrying you was so I could look at you whenever I wanted."

Mako smirked, the tips of his fingers tracing lazy lines up and down her spine. "You'd look at me whenever you wanted anyways."

Korra stretched and moved closer, her fingers sliding over old scars and new as she wrapped her arms around him. She painfully intimate with many of those scars, just as he was with so many of hers.

Year ago, when Korra had started to comprehend just what being the Avatar meant—that for her to be the Avatar someone else had had to die—Korra had asked Katara if her teacher was sad that she was the Avatar. Katara had smiled and said that love was timeless. It defied space and circumstance, the old woman said, and never truly died. It always came back around in the form of new love.

Lying there, with Mako staring at her, she felt like she'd known him for so much longer than just the few short years they'd had together. To her, it seemed like she was connected to Mako as surely as she was connected to Raava. And she wondered, if love never truly died, were there certain souls that came back around too? Were there certain souls that sought each other out time and time again?

She liked the idea of that.

"Hey Mako?"

"Yes?"

"I really like you and I think we were meant for each other."

Mako chuckled. "Yeah, me too."

And that's it. That concludes my contribution to Makorra Week 2014.

As I mentioned before, all of this is linked heavily to my AU headcanon story A Hundred Ways to Live and Love. If you want more, I suggest starting there. Those get a little bit longer and are more involved. I hope you enjoyed this.

And as always, reviews are appreciated. Thanks!