Title: Sweet Fruit
Word Count: 529
Summary: [Korra tries to get Mako out of bed. He gets her back into it. | Makorra. Fluff. Apartment!Makorra]

Rating: K+

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It's been fifteen minutes since Korra drug herself out of bed. After a quick trip to the bathroom and another to the kitchen, she wanders back into the bedroom, munching on a peach from the bowl on the counter. Mako is laying in a mess of white sheets, limbs sprawled in every direction. She sighs and walks over to the bed.

"Come on, Mako." She nudges his side. "Get up. You'll be late for work."

Mako swallows but doesn't make a sound and Korra pouts, taking another bite of the fruit. Licking her lips, she rounds the bed and reaches for the blinds, pulling them up quickly. Orange sunlight crosses the room in a blur and Mako shifts, throwing a heavy arm over his face to shield it from the blinding light. Korra leans on the frame of the window, laughing softly at his attempts to remain in bed.

Then Korra has an idea and she quietly sneaks over to Mako's side of the bed. She leans in until she's right above his face, her hair trailing the skin of his arm. And she takes a bite out of the peach, smacking it through her mouth.

"Makoooooo…" she says, breathing the scent of the fruit on his face. "Time to get up."

Mako smirks for all but a second before he reaches over, grabbing Korra by her waist and pulling her onto the bed. It all happens so quickly, Korra has to take a moment to adjust herself. Mako props himself up with an elbow, smiling at her. She shoves his shoulder.

"Jerk." She says, but she's also laughing, so Mako doesn't take it too seriously. He takes the fruit, still in her hand, and holds it between them.

"Morning." He says, biting into the fruit. Juice flows out of the corners of his mouth. Korra takes it back.

"That's mine."

"I bought it."

"That's got nothing to do with it." She says firmly, "Get your own."

Mako shifts and reaches for it again but Korra rolls over, holding it on the other side of the bed. He pulls himself across the bed, wrapping an arm over her side. He looks down at her and Korra buries her face a little ways into the bed, unnerved by the warm look in his eyes. He ignores it, propping his chin on her arm and looks out the window. She can feel the scratch of the stubble on his face and she looks up at him.

"You have to get to work, you know." She says.

"I know." He sighs, pressing his face into her arm. His gaze held to the glass. "I just want to spend some time with you first."

Korra smiles, turning her body slightly to face him. Mako rolls and lies down next to her, their faces inches apart and brushes the hair from her eyes. She touches the skin of his arm, warm and soft from the sun.

Then, she pulls her other hand up between them; the half-eaten fruit held loosely in her fingers.

Mako smiles. Korra snorts and soon their bedroom is filled with the sound of laughter, and the scent of sweet fruit.

:Fin:

Just some Makorra fluff because I wanted to write some.