You Kissed Me Back
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a/n: consider this to be set up right after vignette 9, because i couldn't come up with any other reason on why they'd all be sleeping together in the same room, sooo...that's how this'll go. i hope you like it, and please review!
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Vignette 8: Fireworks
The steady swing of the ceiling fan high above them was enough to keep Mako's attention focused on it, so he wouldn't look anywhere else.
After a late night of laughs, jokes, and unhealthy snack foods, Bolin convinced Mako to bring out the sheets and pillows so the three of them could sleep out in the living room, together. It made Mako wary at first—but he didn't want to move Bolin from the couch and possibly re-injure him, but he didn't exactly have a guest room to put Korra in either.
So technically, the only people sleeping in the makeshift bed of fluffy comforters and white pillows was Korra and himself. And it wasn't easy: at least not for Mako. Those sleeping shorts exposing all that delicious dark skin were very hard to ignore.
But more than that, he found his heart comforted by the familiar sounds of Bolin's snoring, and the steady swinging of the ceiling fan, gently brushing his mussed hair back and forth. All thoughts were about Korra. She wasn't the reason he was being kept awake, though her presence definitely didn't help him fall asleep any faster either.
He had never been this close to a girl unintentionally and—technically—in the same bed either. Asami had too many guest rooms for that kind of business. And though Korra had been sure to put more than a bit of distance between them at bedtime, in the course of all her flipping and wriggling, she managed to scoot close enough to the firebender that he could feel the heat rippling off her skin, her warm breath ghosting over his shoulder. He shuddered.
What she was doing was dangerous; if only she knew. She was the same in sleep as she was awake, constantly moving, thrashing, adjusting. Always changing. Even probably in her dreams, he'd think she was bending some element, but her face reflected the epitome of serenity.
She groaned again, and Mako's next breath was caught in his chest. Nervously, his eyes fell from the ceiling and onto her sleeping form. Her face was so close to his, she was almost sharing his pillow.
Her chest rose quickly, and her shoulders began to wiggle. Her body soon followed suit, and she inched closer to him, unconsciously craving his body heat. He swallowed thickly.
Her leg moved forward too, in an arch that bumped up against his knee, and rose steadily until it was so dangerously close to his groin. He shut his eyes tightly, silently willing Korra to stir a bit more and move away. If she knew, if only she knew...
His mouth became a treacherous device as her knee finally made contact, and a soft gasp tumbled from his lips. His face burned hotly with the fleeting thought of wanting her to accidentally do it again.
He cursed inwardly, and tried slowly to inch away from Korra. Carefully, he rolled over and out of the threatening reach of her smooth leg. But as he turned his head on his side of the pillow to see her face, he met open and hazy blue eyes.
"Don't..." she breathed. Her eyes, as soon as they opened they were slowly drifting shut again.
He looked up at her.
"Don't pull away...from me..."
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