Title: Red Wine
Word Count: 401
Summary: [Korra holds a red wine glass. Mako is late. Makorra.]
Rating: K+
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Korra sits on the bench, watching as the citizens of Republic City float passed her. She holds a drink in her hands, red wine, sparkling in the street lights. A breeze sweeps through the street and her hands tighten on the already cold glass as she glances down to her side where a small white box rests, full of steaming food waiting to be eaten. She hopes it won't get cold before he arrives, but chances are looking small, and she leans forward, raising the glass to her lips.
The city is too quiet.
"I'm late, aren't I?" a voice says from her side. She glances to her left, looking him over. She tries to be angry at him for making her wait so long, but somehow, she can't bring herself to do so. Must be the wine, she thinks and she smiles with her mouth pressing lightly on the glass.
"Just a bit." She says and motions to the box at her side. "Saved you some food."
He slides into the seat next to her and sets the box on his lap. He doesn't open it, he looks at her instead.
"Aren't you a bit young to be drinking?" he asks, pointing to the glass.
"Aren't you too young to be a cop?" she replies and he turns his eyes from her. Straightening her back, she leans against the seat and looks at him. His hair is a mess, as are his clothes and the light reflects off his skin, sticky with sweat. He probably ran all the over here, even though he was already over an hour late.
"Sorry," he says, his head to the ground. "It went later than I expected, I should have called."
"Yes, you should have." She says. Taking a sip of wine, she looks to the city above her, and thinks.
"But it wasn't all that bad, I suppose."
He raises his head to see her smiling at him, glass raised in celebration.
"After all, I had a wonderful dinner without you."
"Oh really?" he says, leaning toward her.
"Oh, yes. Wonderful. The waiters danced on my every whim." She says, teasing.
"And what exactly did you do?" he asks. His face is right in front of hers now, and he can smell the scent of the wine on her breath, rising from her glass and she breathes into his lips:
"I got to keep the glass, didn't I?"
:Fin: