Makorra Week 2015

June 17-23

Author's Note: Day 3, finally! So I'm currently listening to "Wildfire" by Tinashe. It has the kind of smooth beat with just enough edge to get me going here. I decided I might as well go with "Fire and Water", because I'm just not feeling the other two prompts. I guess I'll get started then.

Day 3. Fire and Water

As she lay there, sweating and trying to catch her breath, Korra decided this was downright ridiculous.

The equally nude man had his head smashed against the Avatar's chest, snoring lightly and occasionally muttering something in his sleep.

This was their fourth time doing this! The first time was a total accident. Mako was stressing about work, Korra was in a mood after a conference. They were pawing away at each other after a couple of drinks and they awoke the next morning, screaming apologies and warding off skull-splitting hangovers.

The second time they were both horny, bored and just downright lonely. Korra remembered how Mako had told her that he hadn't been with anyone since they broke up as he skimmed his fingers across her belly. The Avatar had shuddered and whispered, "That was four years ago."

Mako had lifted his head to look her in the eyes with his own amber ones, glowing like the sun, and returned, "I know" before dipping his head between her thighs.

Korra shivered at the memory and smoothed down some of the detective's hair down. He had lavished her with his mouth that night, not that he really remembered any of it. But she knew he'd been telling the truth about not being with anyone. She always knew Mako loved her way too much to even think about someone else. On the other hand, the water bender had lain with another. She and Asami had shared a bed quite a few times in their months together, discovering each other's bodies, as neither had experienced a female's touch like that before.

And yet, Korra had found herself imagining Mako's hands splaying her legs apart, Mako's tongue on her neck, Mako's hips pressed into hers, all in place of the heiress's.

Recently, just after their third time had occurred, the detective exclaimed, "Do you really not care about me at all?!"

He was drunk. Horribly drunk, at that. He was tipsy, hair mussed and eyes blaringly red. She should've just calmed him down and let him sleep it off on her couch, but she couldn't resist it. She couldn't resist him.

The Avatar clenched her fists and jaw, retorting behind a tight grimace, "Of course I do! How could you ever think otherwise!"

Mako slammed the half-empty bottle of whiskey onto the counter and shouted, "Well, since you make it a point to fuck me and then leave, I think it's safe to say that you don't give a single shit about my feelings!"

Something broke inside Korra that night. Something had been coiling tight in her chest, aching as it tugged, tighter and tighter until Mako's words finally snapped it in two. The whole apartment could hear the Avatar screaming, "DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND I'M TRYING TO PROTECT YOUR FEELINGS FROM ME?!"

Tears were streaming freely down her brown, flushed cheeks, but Korra was not crying. She watched with hazy vision as Mako crossed the room in a single step and gathered her into his arms, pressing desperate, fiery kisses to her lips, eyelids, cheeks, and neck. He murmured frantically between each one, "I love you, I love you, I love you, Gods, Korra, I'll never love anyone else."

It didn't take them long to reach the bedroom.

Now they were here, laying in post-climactic bliss, doomed to dance to this song of complete opposites. One of water one of fire, two forces of nature that simply could not clash without leaving a steamy aftermath.

"...Korra," Mako moaned sleepily, nuzzling into her breasts. "Luh you...lots..."

Biting back a smile, the Avatar bent forward and pressed a loving kiss to the man's brow. What could she say? They were opposites, and opposites attract.

Author's Note: That was a short one, I apologize. Please review!