Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, I just like to stick them into stupid situations for my own amusement. (I'm so sorry, Bryke)
"Korraaaa!"
Asami flung open the door, walking in with a smile on her face.
This could only mean bad news.
"What?" groaned Korra, sitting up from her position on the couch.
"I've got an idea..." Asami singsonged, her smile transforming into a wicked smirk.
"No!" Korra immediately protested, her blue eyes growing wide. "I am not having a fours-"
"That's not what I'm talking about!" Asami hissed. "Really, I bring it up one time, and you just can't leave it be!" She sighed dramatically and put a hand on her hip.
"Then please, enlighten me and tell me what you had in mind," Korra said sarcastically.
"I was actually thinking that we should go on a double date. You and Mako, and Iroh and I," the Sato explained, clearly excited about the idea.
Korra groaned and buried her face in the couch cushions.
"Asami..."
"What? It's not a bad idea!" she defended.
"All of your ideas are bad ideas," Korra replied, her voice muffled by the cushions.
"But you agree to all of them anyways," Asami replied, a smug smile on her face.
"What's in it for me?"
Asami rolled her eyes and paused for a moment, contemplating her offer.
"You'll be the first person to own a Satocycle once we're done manufacturing it. How does that sound?"
Korra raised her head up from the pillows and stuck her bottom lip out as she thought about it, then collapsed back on the pile of cushions.
"Deal."
Korra sat down at the bar of Narook's, resting her chin on her elbows.
"Avatar Korra!" A familiar voice called out. An old man with a slight potbelly walked out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on his yellow apron.
"Narook! Hi!" she greeted, shaking his hand.
"So, what can I do for you today?"
"Oh, I'm actually here to see Mako," Korra explained. "Is he around?"
Narook raised a bushy eyebrow and smirked.
"Ah, I see. Here to see your boyfriend," he said, feigning disappointment. "He's not working today, I'm afraid. Started taking off weekends. Took a lot of convincing, too."
"Oh. Okay. Do you know where I can find him, then?" Korra asked.
"You don't have his address? What kind of girlfriend are you?" Narook teased.
"Well, um, it's-"
"Here," the man said, scribbling on an order pad. He ripped the paper off and handed it to Korra. "That's his address."
"Thank you so much, Narook!" Korra said, taking the paper and hopping off of the bar stool.
"Have fun, kiddo!" he shouted after her as she ran out the restaurant, her wolftails trailing behind her.
"Hey, Bolin, could you get that?" Mako shouted from the bathroom as the doorbell to their apartment rang.
"Sure thing, bro!" Bolin replied, getting up from the couch to go unlock the door.
"Um, hi Mako I'm sorry I just sort of showed up here but Narook gave me your address and I needed to tell you something so here I am-" a voice poured out nervously as the door opened.
Bolin found himself face to face with a girl who had the bluest eyes he had ever seen.
"You're not Mako," she noted.
"No, I'm not. I'm his brother, Bolin," he told her. "And you're Avatar Korra, right?"
Korra opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by another voice.
"Korra? What are you doing here?" Mako asked. Having just come out of the shower, his hair was dripping wet, and he had absolutely nothing on except for a towel that was wrapped loosely around his waist.
"Mako! Sorry, Narook just-" she trailed off as her eyes traveled down from Mako's face to... his...
"Holy shit!" she shrieked, turning around so fast she could've given herself whiplash.
Mako's eyes grew wide as he looked down at himself and realized just how much clothing he lacked.
"Ohmyspirits, I'm sorry, I didn't realize-" he quickly apologized, gripping his towel so hard his knuckles went white as he rushed inside his room to put some clothes on.
Bolin burst out into laughter as he left the room, and Korra was still turned against the wall.
"I have never seen him get so embarassed in my entire life," he said in between gasps of air. "Agni, that was pure gold."
Korra's back began to tremble.
"Hey, um, are you okay?" Bolin asked, suddenly worried. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"
She whirled around, her bright blue eyes shining.
"Tui and La," she exclaimed, clutching her stomach as she doubled over with laughter. "Did you see his face?"
"I see you two have gotten to know each other," an unamused voice interjected. Mako reappeared in the family room with a plain white shirt and black pants on. He stood there stiffly with his arms crossed, but the slight tinge of pink on his cheeks and the way the corner of his lip slanted ever-so-slightly upwards said that he wasn't nearly as serious as he looked.
"We actually haven't," Bolin told his brother, wiping away the tears of laughter from his eyes.
"Well, this is Korra," Mako replied, stuffing his hands in his pant pockets. "Korra, Bolin. Bolin, Korra."
"So you're the girl my brother keeps talking about," Bolin said, causing the blush to creep back on Korra's cheeks. He shook her hand in greeting. "You're just as pretty as he says you are, Avatar."
A groan from Mako.
"Seriously, Bo?"
Korra smirked and let go of Bolin's hand.
"Jealous?" she teased, raising an eyebrow and placing a hand on her hip.
"Shut up," Mako murmured. "What brought you here, anyways?"
"Aw, don't sound so disappointed," Korra pouted. "I'm here because Asami wanted us to, um, go out. On a date." She smiled.
"Go out on a date with her?" Mako asked, his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.
"No!" Korra replied, her voice a little too loud. She had to restrain herself from slapping herself on the forehead at Mako's obliviousness. "Well, I mean, sort of. With her and Iroh. Like, a double date."
"Oh," was Mako's response.
"Aw, dude, nice!" Bolin exclaimed, playfully punching his brother in the arm.
"Ouch. Stop that," Mako replied, rubbing at the sore spot. "So uh, where are we gonna go?" he asked, directing his attention back at Korra.
"Knowing Asami, probably some ridiculously fancy place," Korra said, rolling her eyes at the mere thought. She was positive that Asami was going to force her into some stupid dress and make her do her hair.
"Oh. I don't know if I have the right clothes for a place that upscale," Mako admitted, subconsciously scratching at his elbow.
"No big deal," Korra told him with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I'm sure Iroh has some clothes your size. Uh, you can stop by our apartment before six and get changed."
"Sounds good. On the corner of Eighth and Burning Trail, right?" Mako had walked Korra home once before, that night she had dragged him off a cliff and into the ocean. (And turned his life completely upside down.)
"Yup," she confirmed, her lips popping on the 'p'.
"Do you uh- want some tea, or something?" Mako asked quickly, suddenly aware of how she had been standing up for five minutes straight in his apartment and he hadn't offered her anything.
"Nah, I'm fine. I should probably get going. It's going to take hours for Asami to make me look 'acceptable'," Korra replied with a soft laugh.
"You look acceptable to me," Mako muttered.
"How sweet of you," Korra said sarcastically, an amused smile on her face. "You could use some lessons from your brother."
Mako frowned as Bolin chuckled.
"Well, like I said, I should probably head off. I'm pretty sure Asami is pissed off at me for making her wait," Korra told the two brothers. She reached out to shake Bolin's hand, but was enveloped in a bone-crushing hug instead.
"Oof. Nice meeting you too, Bolin."
"Hopefully we'll see more of you around here," Bolin said, clicking his tongue as he let her go from his grasp.
"Oh, you will," Korra replied with a smirk. Then, she walked over to Mako and leaned in dangerously close - so close her lips brushed his ear when she spoke.
"Isn't that right?" she murmured.
She stepped back with a triumphant smile on her face as Mako stood there dumbly, with his cheeks blazing red, and Bolin whistled.
"See you tonight!" she called out, stepping out of the apartment without looking back.
"You," Bolin said, clapping his still-frozen brother on the back, "are screwed."
"Naked?" Asami shrieked.
Korra buried her head in her hands.
"No, well - almost. Like, it was a stereotypical hot steamy boy fresh-out-of-the-shower-hair-dripping-towel-around-waist thing."
Asami let out a noise similar to a banshee's scream as she clasped her hands together.
"Holy shit! You've been going out for like, a week and you've already seen him half-naked! That almost beats my record with Iroh-"
"Asami!" Korra yelled, covering her ears. "I really do not need to know any more about whatever goes on with you and Iroh. I'm already way too informed."
"Whatever," Asami sighed, shrugging her shoulders. "Anyways, congrats on reaching first-and-a-half base. Now go take a shower so we can start getting ready."
Four hours later
"Iroh, sweetie? Can you get that?" Asami asked from the bathroom as she tried to untangle a knot in Korra's hair.
"Sure, sweetheart!"
"Asami, hurry up!" Korra hissed out in pain as Asami ran a brush through the knot. "That's Mako! Dammit, did you rip out half of my hair?"
"Be quiet! It's not my fault you never brush your hair!" Asami replied, brushing though Korra's hair a few more times until it was smooth.
The sound of the door shutting could be heard, along with Iroh and Mako making small talk.
"Hurry up!" Korra whined.
"Fine, fine!" Asami said, holding her hands up in the air. "Stand up."
Korra sighed loudly and obliged, lifting her hands up in the air. All of this was routine every time Korra had a event she had to dress up for, or every time Asami dragged her along to one.
She had to admit that she didn't look as ridiculous as she normally did, with only a minimal amount of makeup on her face (per Korra's request), and her hair down naturally. She wore the deep, navy blue dress Asami had insisted she buy on their shopping trip a few weeks ago, and as Korra looked at herself in the mirror, she found herself almost liking it.
Almost. Spirits forbid Korra ever like wearing a dress.
"Looking good, hot stuff. Now let's go out there and greet your man," Asami said.
"Um, hey, Mako," Korra greeted as she and Asami walked in the living room, waving her hand around.
"Hey, Korra," he said, turning around from his position facing Iroh.
His eyes grew wide as he took the sight of her in.
"Holy- um. Hi. Um."
Korra crossed her arms and smirked.
"Um?" she teased.
Mako swallowed and coughed into his hand.
"Uh. You look more than acceptable." He scratched the back of his neck as his cheeks grew warm.
Asami and Iroh laughed as Korra raised an eyebrow.
"Well, thanks. I think," Korra said with a smile. "Now go get dressed and let's see how acceptable you look."
"Not bad," Korra said as Mako walked out into the room in one of Iroh's suits. He still had his signature red scarf around his neck, a detail that Korra laughed to herself about.
"Very nice," Asami told him.
"The clothes fit well," Iroh noted.
"Come on, flameo. Let's go and get this over with," Korra told Mako. His cheeks grew red for what seemed like the tenth time that day, and Korra decided that embarrassing Mako was her new favorite pastime.
"This is awful."
Korra slouched in the cushions of the booth they were sitting at and blew at the hair hanging in her face. They had just finished ordering, and were now waiting for their food. The melody of a piano was floating through the air, and a few couples were dancing along in the middle of the room.
"It's not that bad," Mako said, twirling around the frayed ends of his scarf with his finger. He was still in awe of his surroundings. He had never seen so many people wearing such massive amounts of jewelry. They were probably worth two lifetimes of probending earnings.
"I would rather be meditating," Korra told him.
"For some strange reason, I don't believe that."
Korra frowned and glared at Mako.
"Hey, I'm the Avatar, buddy. I can be spiritual."
"She's lying," Asami said, stirring her drink around. "She has the spirituality of my left pinky. Probably less, even."
Mako snorted and Iroh chuckled as Asami smiled and Korra rolled her eyes.
"Whatever, Asami. I'm spiritual enough to airbend."
"Your version of airbending is conjuring up a tornado and wiping out half the population, Korra."
"Are you two always like this-?" Mako began.
"Yes," Asami, Korra, and Iroh answered simultaneously.
"Your order has arrived," their waiter interrupted, setting two plates in front of Asami and Iroh, and then Mako and Korra. "Please enjoy."
"Feels weird being the one being waited on," Mako muttered to Korra as he cut into his steak. He felt so out of place in this fancy restaurant, eating expensive food in clothes that weren't his.
"There's better service at Narook's," Korra replied with a smile, bumping into Mako's elbow.
"You're flattering," Mako told her, taking a bite of his steak. Spirits, it was good. Delicious. Mako hadn't tasted a steak this tender in, well, ever. He couldn't even remember the last time he had eaten a steak in general.
Half-an-hour of small talk and teasing later, the four of them finished their meal and the inevitable came along.
The bill.
Both Iroh and Mako reached for the bill at the same time as the waiter placed it down on their table.
"Don't be ridiculous, Mako," Korra hissed. "I'm not letting you go broke because of some stupid dinner. I can't even afford the stuff here."
"At least let me pay for our half," he bargained. He knew this was a bad idea, but he wasn't going to have General Iroh pay for his date.
"No, really, I've got it taken care of," Iroh assured.
"Mako, just let him pay," Asami told him.
"Seriously. If you pay, I'm gonna have to punch you in the face," threatened Korra.
Mako sighed in defeat and let go of the bill. He might have lost some dignity, but he did save about three weeks of pay. Iroh smiled and laid down an ungodly amount of cash into the billfold and handed it back to the waiter. Thank-yous were said by everyone.
"You know, most girls would want their boyfriend to pay the bill," Mako told her, the use of the word boyfriend still feeling foreign on his lips.
"Not when it'll make an entire damn month of hard work disappear," Korra replied.
"Let's go dance, sweetie," Asami said to Iroh, standing up and holding his hand. "You guys too!"
"Oh, no, I don't dance-" Mako immediately protested.
"Asami!" Korra yelled.
"Come on, it's not that bad! Korra will teach you!" the Sato insisted, walking on the empty floor and wrapping her arms around Iroh's waist as they began to move slowly to the song the piano was playing.
Korra and Mako were left alone in an awkward silence as they watched the couple whisper sweet nothings into each others ear and nuzzle noses.
"Come on," Korra sighed, grabbing Mako's hand and leading him onto the floor. "I would rather dance than watch those two shove their tongues down each other's throats."
"Korra, I don't-"
"Dance, I know. Waste of your time, right?" Korra said. "Mine too. Just follow whatever I do, it's not that hard."
"You dance?" Mako asked in surprise, the corners of his lips tilting upwards in amusement. "I never really cut you out for the dancing type."
Korra rolled her eyes and laid her hands on his shoulders.
"Shut it, city boy. As the Avatar, knowing how to dance is one of my responsibilities. It's right under kicking ass."
Mako chuckled softly as he wrapped his arms around her waist and began awkwardly swaying.
"Now that sounds more like you."
Korra stepped back and Mako tried to follow, but ended up stepping on her feet.
"Dammit, sorry. I told you I'm no good at this dancing stuff," he apologized.
"It's gonna take a little more than you stepping on my toes to hurt me," Korra said. "Just relax. Get that stick out of your ass."
"I do not have a stick up my ass," Mako defended, shuffling along as he attempted to avoid stepping on Korra's feet again.
"Whatever you say, sweetheart."
Mako was silent as he concentrated on moving his body to the rhythm of hers, and a few minutes he was able to look up from the ground and dance without tripping over her feet.
"See? It's not that bad," Korra told him, moving her arms to wrap around his neck, and laid her head on his chest.
"I still feel weird," admitted Mako, entranced by way her soft hair tickled his neck.
The moved together without speaking, with Mako occasionally taking an extra step or two, until the music faded and they were left in silence.
They slowly stopped moving and Korra untangled herself from Mako, much to his dismay.
"Where's Asami and Iroh?" she asked as she looked around the restaurant.
Mako searched his surroundings, looking for any sign of the two.
"I don't know," he admitted. The two had been so caught up in each other that hadn't even paid attention to the other couple.
"I have a pretty good idea where they are," Korra grumbled, an annoyed look on her face.
"And where is that...?"
"They're either in the car, or in the restroom, or in some closet," she replied. "Actually, at this point, I'm surprised that they didn't take each other right on this damn dance floor."
"Um." Mako cringed and his ears grew hot.
"Sorry. Too much information," Korra apologized. "I'll go look for them."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"I've walked on them so many times you'd think I was the director of their own personal porno," Korra told him matter-of-factly. "It's disgusting, really. I'll be right back."
She turned on her heel and went off in pursuit of the couple, muttering something about damn Asami under her breath the entire time.
Korra pressed her ear up against a door located at the end of a hallway and listened closely. It wouldn't be too hard to figure out if the two were in there - Asami was loud as hell.
She waited for a few moments before she heard a breathy moan and rolled her eyes. They were so predictable.
Another moan - this time it was definitely not Asami.
Korra gagged and knocked rapidly on the door, smirking when she heard a barrage of curses and movements.
"Dammit, Korra, I'm going to kill you!" Asami hissed, her tone laced with such poison it was practically oozing out of the crack of the door.
"I'll meet you two lovebirds outside," Korra singsonged, snickering to herself as she walked up the hallway.
Korra walked outside with Mako beside her, the soft nighttime breeze rustling her hair.
"Blegh," she spat, as a piece of hair got stuck to her lips. "Damn this stupid lip gloss. I can't wait to get all this crap off my face." She leaned against the door of Asami's Satomobile.
"You look nice," Mako noted, staring at his feet.
"Are you implying that I don't look nice without makeup?"
Mako immediately looked up at her, his eyes wide and frantic.
"No- no, that's not what I meant! I'm just saying you look nice," he explained. "I- I think you look nice without makeup, too. It's more... you."
Korra looked at him and laughed.
"Thanks, cool guy. I think."
Mako shifted uncomfortably and cast his eyes back down on the ground.
"Sorry that I'm so awful at this," he mumbled. "My brother is the one that's good with all this dating stuff. Me, on the other hand..."
"Hey, I'm dating you, not your brother, right?" Korra asked him, playfully knocking knees. "And you're not completely awful at this stuff."
Mako scoffed. "Well, gee, thanks."
"You're an okay kisser," she said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders.
Mako was silent for a moment.
"...only okay?"
A wicked grin appeared on Korra's face.
"I'm just saying," she told him. "Practice makes perfect." Her smile grew wider.
Mako's eyes grew big.
"Well-"
"Korra!" a familiar voice interrupted. "Stop leaning on my car!"
Mako and Korra whirled around in surprise. Asami was walking towards them with an angry I'mgoingtokillyouKorra look on her face, and even Iroh looked disheveled.
"It's not like you can't afford another one," Korra sighed, yet she obliged and stepped away from the Satomobile.
"I'm going to fucking murder you in your sleep," Asami hissed in Korra's ear as she turned her key in the door's lock. "Get your ass in the car."
The four of them got inside the Satomobile and as Asami turned the key in the ignition she turned around.
"Mako, sweetheart? Do you mind if I drop Korra off at your place?"
"What?" Korra screeched.
"Um-" Mako began.
"Asami!"
"Please?" Asami asked sweetly, forcing a smile. "Just for tonight, of course."
"It's fine," Mako shrugged. It was kind of fast for Korra to spending the night in his house when they had been dating for approximately two weeks, but if Asami Sato asked him to do something, he sure as hell wasn't going to refuse.
Asami grinned.
"Thank you so much," she told Mako. She glanced at Korra and smirked.
Korra stuck her tongue out after Asami turned around.
"Right here," Mako told Asami as they pulled up to his apartment complex. The Satomobile slowed down to a stop right in front of the door, and Mako and Korra unbuckled their seatbelts and got out of the car.
"Thanks for... everything," Mako told Asami and Iroh.
"It's no problem at all," Asami assured. "Thanks for getting Korra off my case for a while."
"I heard that!" Korra yelled, not even bothering to turn around as she walked up to the entrance of Mako's apartment complex.
The second Mako closed the door to the Satomobile, Asami stepped on the gas and zoomed off.
He walked quickly to catch up with Korra, who was already climbing up the stairs to his apartment.
"Sorry about... all this," Korra mumbled as Mako fished out his keys from his pocket and unlocked the door.
"It's not that big of a deal," Mako assured her, shutting the door behind them.
"Hey, bro! You're back! How did it-" Bolin greeted, walking out of his room. "Oh, hi, Korra! Oh, wow, you weren't kidding when you said I'd see you around soon."
"She's staying here tonight, because Asami needed the apartment to herself," Mako explained.
"It's been approximately like, a week since she's gotten laid," Korra explained.
Bolin was silent for a few seconds and then nodded.
"I understand why she needs the apartment to herself," he replied.
"Well, it's not exactly herself, more like-" Korra began.
Mako sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Okay. I think I've learned way more about Asami and Iroh's... sex life today than I ever needed to know," he interrupted. "I'm gonna get you some blankets and stuff. You're gonna have to sleep on the couch, sorry about that."
"Oh, it's okay! I don't mind," Korra assured him as he left the room. She turned towards Bolin.
"So, you seem to be quite the ladies man," she told him, smirking suggestively.
Bolin smiled smugly and crossed his arms.
"Well, I mean, who can blame them?" he joked, giving Korra an exaggerated wink. "What about you, Miss Avatar? You don't exactly seem like you're lacking in the romance department."
Korra pressed her lips together and scratched her the back of her neck, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically self-conscious.
"Uh, actually, your brother is sort of the first boyfriend I've ever had. Ever," she admitted. Sure, she'd kissed some boys during failed hook-ups (initiated by Asami, of course) but she'd never been in an actual relationship before.
"Really?" Bolin asked, his eyes wide in surprise. "Huh. Well, at least you're still miles ahead of Mako when it comes to this stuff. Although I think that's kind of evident."
"Are you insulting me?" came a voice from the hall, and Mako appeared immediately after with a blanket and a small pile of clothing in his hands.
"No... we were just-"
"Anyways, here's a blanket," Mako said, laying the stack onto the sofa. "And one of my shirts and shorts is in here, because I figured you wouldn't want to wear that dress to sleep."
Korra thought she heard him mutter something along the lines of but I wouldn't mind it if you did, but she shook the thought out of her head and thanked him instead.
"I'll be right back," she said, grabbing the clothes in her hand and running off to change. She stopped in her tracks after she had taken three steps. "Where's your bathroom?" she asked, suddenly realizing she had no idea where she was headed.
"Second door on the left," Mako answered, and Korra muttered yet another thank you before disappearing.
"Soooo, I think it'd be best for me to leave you two lovebirds alone, eh?" Bolin teased, his tone lighthearted and suggestive at the same time.
"Don't be ridiculous, Bo," Mako replied, glaring at his brother and taking a seat on the sofa.
"What? Hey, I'm being totally genuine! If I just left you two alone, it would be the perfect situation to get-"
"Shut up," Mako said, tossing a couch cushion at Bolin's face. "I'm not going to... do... anything..."
"Who said Korra was just any little thing?" Bolin teased.
"Just shut up!" replied Mako. Then, as he fully took in the implication behind Bolin's words:
"You're disgusting!"
He tossed the remaining cushion at Bolin, but to his dismay, it only hit his arm.
"Am I interrupting something?" Korra appeared in the room, clad in Mako's clothes.
Mako shifted his position on the couch and reminded himself to breathe. She's just wearing your clothes, not taking them off.
"Are we having a pillow fight?" she asked. "Because I would be totally cool with that." She plopped down next to Mako, her bare leg brushing against his. Mako closed his eyes and counted to 10.
Bolin clasped his hands together and pulled his shoulders back, eliciting an audible crack from his joints.
"As fun as that sounds, I think I'm gonna head to bed," he announced, winking at his brother. "Good night, bro. Good night, Korra. See you tomorrow!"
"Good night," Mako and Korra replied simultaneously.
Bolin left the room, and Mako and Korra were left alone, together, in a silence that was not entirely awkward, but not exactly comfortable.
"So, is Asami gonna pick you up, or...?" Mako asked, still unsure of how this whole situation was going to play out.
Korra laughed. "I don't know," she admitted. "They're probably going to be at it all night. They haven't had sex in like, a week."
Mako swallowed harshly. Here he was, alone in his apartment with his girlfriend (well, almost alone - Bolin slept like a log, anyways), discussing Asami and Iroh's sexual endeavors. Smooth. Romantic. Scandalous.
"We could go out for lunch, y'know. I'm sure Bolin would like to get to know you some more," Mako said, not aware of how odd that last sentence had sounded until it had come out of his mouth.
"I'd like that," Korra replied, her mouth opening wide in a yawn.
"Oh, sorry, it is kind of late, I won't keep you up-" Mako immediately began.
Korra smiled lazily at him. "Stop apologizing."
"I- okay. I'll just go to bed, then," he said.
"Can you stay? Sleep with me." Korra's hands reached up to rub her eyes.
Mako's eyes grew wide and his cheeks burned. "Korra- I don't-"
"Spirits above, Mako, that's not what I meant," Korra stated, rolling her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I just-"
"I said stop apologizing."
"I'm just going to shut up."
"That's sounds like a good idea," Korra said, grinning at him. "So will you?"
"Will I what?"
"Sleep with me without shoving your hand down my pants, you big prude."
"I am not a prude!"
"The blush that appears on your face every time I speak of anything remotely sexual suggests otherwise."
"Let's just go to bed, okay?" Mako suggested, desperately trying to change the topic.
"So you will?"
"Yes, I will," he answered, his stomach twisting into knots. This was stupid. This was an awful idea. What if he -? Oh, Agni, he didn't even want to think about it.
"Just... lay down and I'll turn off the lights." He got up off the couch, unfolded the blanket, and went over to the light switch.
"Oooo, sexy."
"Korra." Click. The room went dark, and Mako lit a flame in his hand and walked back over to the couch.
With the fire, he could see that Korra was already laying down, with her head resting on the arm rest and the blanket draped over her body.
"How am I supposed to fit? I'll crush you," he said. The couch wasn't large by any means. Awful idea.
"Here, go first, then," Korra replied, getting up off the couch while still clutching the blanket in her hands.
Mako obliged, extinguishing the flame in his hand and laying down on the couch. Moments later, he felt Korra's body press against his.
He inhaled sharply, breathing in the scent of her hair (citrus-y, with a hint of some spice), and then, tentatively, wrapped his arms around her waist. He felt her still for a short second, then relax against him.
"Is this... comfortable?" he asked her, his lips brushing against the top of her head.
"Very," Korra replied, her voice softer than usual. She turned her head back towards him and smiled. "Goodnight, Mako."
"Good- wait." He took a hand off of Korra's stomach, cradled her jaw in his fingers, and pressed his lips against hers. Sure, he wasn't going to have sex with her, but what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't give her a goodnight kiss, especially given the circumstances they were in?
He felt Korra smile against him before she rested a hand against his chest and kissed him back softly. Their jaws moved together in a slow, languid rhythm, reflecting their current state of sleepiness.
They both pulled back at the same time, only slightly out of breath, and Korra nestled against Mako again.
"Goodnight, Korra."
A/N: I had planned on this fic just being a oneshot, but a lot of people seemed to like it, and I enjoyed writing it a lot (it is nice to take a break from my usual angst-ridden stuff, I must admit), so here it is! Second chapter! I don't plan on adding anymore, mostly because I wouldn't know what to write about, so bam. One-shot turned two-shot. Thank you guys for all the lovely feedback for the first chapter - hopefully I'll get some more reviews for this addition :)
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