(In the process of writing a much longer, possibly two-part chapter and thought it was too cruel to keep you guys waiting for it. So here's another mini chap that came from a random idea that popped in my head today.)

Get Dressed

Korra had just finished up her shift for the day and headed back to her office to pack up for the evening. She picked up her phone and saw the time and date flash across the screen. She paused for a moment and it was then that she realized just how quickly the days had flown by.

It was the following Wednesday, which almost concluded another successful work week. It took a while to finally feel like herself again and now she hardly noticed her pain from before. Her daily life came and went quite regularly now, with the exceptions of erotic interruptions here and there. The normality felt strangely comforting.

Her phone chimed and she replied to Bolin's text message with glee. Mako's promotional ceremony was Saturday and he was so excited to be flying back in for the event. He wanted to color coordinate their outfits which reminded her she still needed to find something nice to wear.

Mako said it wasn't a black tie event but then casually snuck in Asami basically changing her entire wardrobe for the occasion. A suit for Prince Iroh to match, so of course Korra felt the need to impress them as well.

Her fingers curled around her device anxiously. She wanted to make up for the last time she saw Asami. It made her cringe with remorse just thinking about it. Korra needed to redeem herself majorly. Not only for her "I just rolled out of bed after a fling" appearance but for distrusting her ex-girlfriend's intentions.

She ran away like she always did without realizing her and Asami were on the same side of this fight. She was doing the best she could and Korra could sympathize with her efforts. The princess was determined to make this work! Her plan began with finding a jaw dropping ensemble. One that will give her the confidence to walk right up to Asami and rekindle what was left of their tangled relationship.

Her phone dinged, gaining her attention.

Bolin decided they should dress in reference to their Fire Ferret uniforms. So he would be in green, her in blue, and Mako in red.

Tenzin knocked on Korra's door before cracking it open, "Heading home for the evening?"

"Yeah," Korra sighed, she swung her bag over her shoulder.

He nodded accordingly, "How are the preparations for the crown unveiling coming along?"

"Nice! I'm meeting with the restoration team tomorrow, they're going to help with the repaint. Hopefully we should be able to open to the public in a few weeks."

"Good," Tenzin replied, although he lingered as if hesitant to say something.

Korra watched him finger-comb his beard as he gathered the courage to say what was on his mind.

"Pema has been concerned..."

"Oh?"

"About Jinora," his eyes flickered to her face skeptically.

"Oooh." Korra groaned.

"Would you happen to know-"

"Look Tenzin, Jinora's business is not mine to tell but I have encouraged her to be honest with you and Pema."

He scratched his bald head in frustration, "I feel like I am very understandable. You have also told me very intimate things and I have given you ample advice. Have I not?"

"No no of course you have!" Korra shrugged, "But I'm not your kid Tenzin."

He cocked his head to the side, seeming almost offended she said that. "What I mean is, at the end of the day you're her parents and some things will always be awkward."

"Hmm." He breathed.

"Dating is hard for a teen. And to be honest you've been very vocal about how she's just "your little girl". She doesn't want to shatter that illusion for you. No girl wants to be judged that way."

Tenzin paused for a moment in thought. They speculated Jinora had a boyfriend and they've definitely had "the talk" with her, so he didn't understand her need to be so secretive. Did she think they wouldn't like him?

"I could never go to my dad with the...decisions I've made recently. So I'm happy to have you Tenzin. It's good to have an outside, non-parent perspective." Korra struggled to elaborate what she meant but hoped he picked up on what she was putting down.

"Will you talk with her Korra?" Tenzin asked, "just to know she's being safe, and to put Pema at ease."

Korra gave an encouraging smile, "sure. I think she'd like that too."

The pair talked for a bit longer before Korra said her goodbyes and drove downtown. Although she was tired from working all day she figured stopping to find an outfit to wear for Saturday was better than doing it last minute.

After venturing into serval clothing stores she settled on a few options in a local dress shop. It wasn't that busy for a Wednesday evening and the teenage employee's seemed to be tired and mentally checked out of their work for the day. Small crowds of people drifted in and out of the store as she struggled to find something to wear. This was the last place she was going to come into and if she didn't find something here, she was just going to wear what she had at home. For a moment she wished she had a friend who could give her a second opinion on this. Shopping was supposed to be fun but this began to feel like a chore.

Korra walked out of the dressing room to view herself in another, much larger mirror. The ones they kept in the individual rooms were small and too scratched up. After a few seconds of quiet observing she felt a little doubtful. She couldn't help but wonder what Asami would think of her or how Mako would react. The princess liked catching Mako's eye, as silly as that sounded. She always watched his face the first few seconds they'd encounter each other.

His brows would always shoot up higher on his forehead and his face looked puzzled, like she was this enigma of a woman. A shameful ego boost she could admit, but the feeling was mutual, she was just better at hiding her fondness for his appearance.

Then there was Asami. She was trying not to beat herself up about caring so much about others opinions but it couldn't be helped. They did matter to her, it was like making a first impression all over again.

She wanted Asami to look at her completely awestruck. She wanted to be posed and alluring, pulling her in like a moth to a flame. Korra was still unsure of what she wanted from Asami, but she knew she desired to have her in her life again. It was her father who drove that wedge between them and now that Asami was finally starting to break free of his control, unfortunately with marriage, Korra felt safe enough to open up to her again. She quietly thanked Mako for that, it all started with him.

"I like that one."

Korra turned around to see her soon to be detective friend casually strolling up to her. "Mako...?" She breathed, looking very surprised to see him.

This was the second synchronicity between the two of them and she was starting to think she was manifesting these coincidences. What are the odds that they'd be in the same place at the same time, again.

He stood beside her, looking up and down the length of her body. "Are you going to buy this one?" he asked.

"Oh." She looked down at the teal silk dress and shrugged, "I'm not sure."

"Well if my opinion matters, I think you look great." He eyed her again and Korra couldn't help but shy away from his gaze. This time, his eyes were a bit lower and lingering on the small of her waist and curve of her hips. He seemed to trace the outline of her breasts with his gaze before looking away almost innocently.

"It matters a lot actually, this is for your promotion. Bolin insisted I wear blue." She saw he was holding a suit on a hanger, "Shopping too?"

He held up the garment almost as if he forgot he had it with him. "Oh yeah, I had this on layaway and they insisted I tried it on and made sure it fit and all that." He sighed. "It's probably fine, I'm just going to head home."

He was still dressed for work and she could tell he too was making a quick stop before calling it a night. He seemed to be out running errands too and Korra thought it would be best to add a little joy to their mundane tasks.

"Well, go on!" Korra pointed toward the dressing room encouragingly. "Try it on!"

He stammered as it was now her turn to gawk at him inquisitively. Korra's eyes already began to gloss over the shape of his shoulders and down his long neck. She had half a mind to ask if he needed any help unbuttoning his uniform but bit her tongue for the moment.

Before he could protest she gave him a light push on the shoulder and he complied.

Korra sat on a near by pin-cushion shaped chair and waited for him to change. After a few minutes of listening to the poppy radio edited music coming from the store's speakers Mako was finished.

The dressing room door opened and he stood at the entrance adjusting his collar. His head was down as he smoothed out the fabric of his scarf and Korra watched as a few strands of hair fell in front of his face. She imagined combing her hands through his mane and letting the strands feather through her fingers.

Korra stood up with a warm smile painted across her face. He looked so good. Plain and simple.

She stood in front of him and replaced his hands with hers. "Are you nervous?" She asked as she began to carefully fold his red scarf.

It was a family heirloom, the only thing Bolin and Mako had left of their parents so she knew to handle it delicately. He always wore it and on special occasions, he would fold and tuck it a certain way that made it look more presentable. He once taught her the technique on how to do it and she never forgot it.

She wrapped the first half around her flat palm, then secured the other section in her opposite hand.

Mako breathed a deep sigh, "Yeah I kind of am,"

"Why?" she looked up at him briefly, "You've earned this."

"It's not that I don't think I deserve it. I'm just thinking of what comes afterwards" he lifted his chin as Korra tucked the tail ends of the scarf under his shirt.

"It's like graduating University, you have the degree and now what? You've got to make something of yourself..."

Korra smoothed out his shoulders and let her hands trail down his arms. She admired her craftsmanship before replying. "Don't let the pressure get to your head. You are infamous for overthinking. Just be in the moment."

Korra didn't realize how close they were until she caught the subtle motion of his eyes flicker to her lips then back up again. She let go of his forearms, "J-just um..." she took a small step back and pulled her hair behind her ear. "take one day at a time you know? No need to think of problems before they arise."

Mako realized he was ogling and pulled back as well. He couldn't help it at times, especially when it came to Korra. He never failed to acknowledge her beauty, and that dress she was wearing...

"You're right, thank you."

She spun him around and they both looked into the mirror together. The silence between them felt so loud as they observed. Korra could admit they looked good together. He seemed to be thinking the very same thoughts.

"You look very dapper." She teased, breaking the tension.

"What about you? I saw a few other options in the dressing room," he prompted.

"Oh yeah," Korra sighed, she had almost forgotten.

"We'll go on," he smirked, he plopped down on the seat and waited.

Korra came out with the her second choice and they both agreed it looked to "high school prom" with its billowy tulle skirt. Her third option was a good contender but was too ill fitting around her broad shoulders. Korra had womanly curves but was still very muscular in her build.

The teal dress was the winner and as Korra began to get dressed she paused. Her shirt fell out of her hands and she glanced to either side of her surroundings. There was no one changing in the rooms on her left or right. The employees had made their run through already and collected the dresses she wasn't going to buy.

After a few seconds to access her situation she seized the opportunity.

Mako was thumbing through apps on his phone as he waited for Korra to finish up. It wasn't too late yet and he thought about asking if she'd had dinner yet. Maybe they could stop somewhere? He really wasn't in the mood to end their time together yet.

Apparently neither was she.

"What about this one?"

Mako looked up and froze as Korra posed by her dressing room in nothing but her bra and underwear. Her top was a lacy number with underwire to support her full and round breasts. Her bottoms were cut high on her hips, shaping the outline of her sex in matching fabrics.

The door was wide open for everyone to see her and he frantically looked around to make sure she didn't catch any onlookers.

"Korra." He growled.

She knew just what to do to turn him on and for her alone it was as easy as a flipping a light switch.

He stalked into the dressing room, his hand grabbing her hip as he pushed her inside. He closed the door behind them careful not to slam it.

Korra pressed herself against him and assaulted his face with her lips. She slid her tongue into his mouth eager to mingle with his. Her hands clawed into his hair desperately as she pulled him close.

"Mmh" she whimpered as he kissed her back.

They parted quickly and carefully unfastened his jacket and other belongings. They couldn't mess up his suit and paused their heavy petting to undress him.

Once in his boxers Korra sat him down on the small bench in the room. She dropped to her knees and stroked her hands up his thighs.

They could hear people just on the outside of the dressing rooms and the thought of getting caught only spiked their adrenaline.

Korra peeled his boxers down his legs and eagerly grabbed his shaft. She saw him begin to complain as he usually liked offering his mouth to her needs but she wanted him this time.

She began to pump his length in her fist, feeling him hardened in her grasp. He groaned softly and leaned back against the wall, letting his legs fall further apart.

Korra popped his head in her mouth and sucked on the tip as she continued to stroke him. The plump skin of his flesh felt soft against her tongue. She swiveled her muscle over his slit a few times, tasting his pre-cum.

"Ohh fuck," he moaned. The music playing throughout the store was loud enough to make him sound faint. Although he was careful not to be too loud.

He batted his eyes closed as his jaw went slack. Korra moaned against his shaft, enjoying the taste and smell of him. It wasn't the same as when they were home and able to freshen up.

He smelled like the end of a work day, his body was warm and rough from it. She loved that masculine sort of grit that came from the rawness of unexpected sex. She lapped at the salt of his skin, sucking him off with feverish persistence.

"Mn!" She coughed up the feeling of his girth as it hit the back of her throat.

He looked down at her and carefully cupped his hand behind her head.

Slowly he pushed her back down, guiding every inch of his dick into her mouth. He moaned at just the sight of it. This disgusting display of dominance and servitude as she swallowed him whole.

"Good...that's my girl.."

He let go and she gasped for air and wiped her drooling mouth. She kissed down the side of his dick, meeting his gaze with pleasure.

"Ah!" He exclaimed as she fondled his balls. He hissed between his teeth and watched as she drew them into her mouth, testing his sensitivity.

His thighs shook as he held in his moans and he found himself grabbing onto the bench in desperation. Korra wanted to make him cum, he could see the intent in her eyes.

She stroked him faster with a tighter grip as she continued to taste his nuts. She never broke away from his face, enjoying the sight of him falling apart.

In a final attempt to continue this longer, Mako pulled Korra up off of her knees and cupped her face. They kissed again, swapping the air they breathed between forceful pecks and salacious biting. Mako was ready for more, his eyes flickered to the doorway again, making sure no one was walking by.

He could hear the voices of people asking for different sizes in clothing and was pleased with the thought that they were so unaware of the sinful activities happening just a few feet away.

"Ride me. Right now." He ordered.

Korra straddled his waist and pulled her underwear to one size. She rocked her hips back and forth, using her wetness as lubricant for his shaft. His seized her hips, helping her steady her balance as she danced in his lap.

After a few moments she lifted her hips and positioned him upright between her legs. His head pushed between her lips and eased inside as Korra sat down, taking him all in.

Her head fell back against her shoulders as she moaned loudly.

"Sorry!" she gasped, cupping her mouth embarrassingly.

Mako smiled crookedly, "I can't take you anywhere." He whispered.

Korra leaned forward and began to bounce in his lap. She was partially holding her weight not wanting the sounds of slapping bodies to draw too much attention.

It was growing increasingly harder to be quiet as she rolled her hips against his. It felt so good to be on top and control the pace. She could swirl her hips and caress every spot she wanted to reach. He was so thick and hot it was impossible not to be fulfilled with whatever she needed.

Mako pulled down the flimsy cups of her bra and plucked one of her nipples into his mouth as she rode him. He suckled the fat hungrily between his teeth and pressed the weight of them against his face.

Korra arched her back and cried out again. She hooked her arm around his head, holding him in place. His teeth bit down on her and she swallowed the scream creeping up her throat.

"Oh my god," she whined. She bounced a bit higher, crashing down on his cock harder with growing momentum. Her brows crumpled in frustration as she tried to be quiet. The task was becoming fucking impossible!

Mako was so turned on, she was too worked up.

Korra thought about getting caught and how bad the consequences might be. Sure a little public embarrassment but they'd live to see another day right? No! She erased the thought, trying no to be driven by her horny mind.

Mako picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He pushed her back against the wall and began to thrust in long, deep strokes.

"Ha, ah!" Korra slapped her hand against the barrier between their room and the next one over, instantly regretting it. The thick but plastic divider shook causing clothes on the other side to fall.

"Hey someone is in here!" They heard a woman say.

"Shit," she whispered. Her face scrunched up in a silent apology. They didn't even notice when the woman walked into the back rooms.

Mako looked down to see a pair of feet on their left. Since Korra was in his arms it looked like he was in the dressing alone; only one pair of legs visible.

"Sorry...I uh slipped." He lied, his voice a bit shaken.

They woman didn't reply and they continued, but not before making sure the coast was, for the most part, clear.

Mako kissed Korra's neck, biting her pulse until a bruise formed on her almond skin. She whimpered and clawed down his back, feeling the deep curves of his muscles. Her eyes rolled as every thrust coerced her toward her climax. His arms flexed with each thrust as he held her flush against his chest. The weight of her body crashed down against him and he picked her up to repeat the action again and again.

Korra gazed over his shoulder to the small mirror hanging on the door. It was a tantalizing sight to watch him fuck her. She was mesmerized by his body under the over head lighting. She never knew this about herself but apparently she enjoyed the visual just as much as the action.

Korra moaned into his mouth, enjoying the exchange of their hot breath. She couldn't believe they were actually doing this. That they were at this stage in their relationship where he felt this confident with her. To risk public exposure because he couldn't wait to ravish her.

The submission to such an animalistic craving that only she could bring out of him.

"Oh..fuck me.."

To take her for his own and use her body till she was entirely spent and left in shambles.

She grabbed his hair and pulled on it hard. "Ah!"

He was going deeper now, using all of his strength to fill her up. He was close and all she could think about was getting him there. Her eyes languidly looked around at their clothes sprawled along the floor. She wanted to make a mess of this place.

"Ah, oh! I'm gonna cum!"

He kissed her rough, thankful she confessed because he was edging himself at this point. "Cum for me."

Her eyes snapped shut as her thighs locked up. After a few more pumps she was shaking in his arms. She buried her face into the crook of his neck, biting down on him hard. She was whining and moaning against his shoulder, using him as an effective way to silence her cry's.

He continued to thrust as her walls tightened and released in rhythmic contractions.

"Just like that..." he breathed.

He finished soon after, letting her orgasm bleed him dry. He rocked his hips gently, allowing only his tip to brush in and out of her sex, stimulating the remnants of his orgasm.

Korra laid her forehead against his chest as he gently set her on her feet. She could feel the steady pace of his heart and for a moment wished they were in a house and she could lay asleep to the rhythm of it.

She glanced up at him with a heavy blush on her face.

He returned her expression feeling a tad embarrassed. It felt like the world was slowly bleeding into their reality and he was suddenly hyper aware of their surroundings. The music above them grew louder and the noise of chattering people reminded him where they were.

"We should get dressed," he said.

Korra laughed as if that wasn't obvious. "good idea."

She walked out of the dressing room first and thankfully no one was around. The store closed at 9 so crowds were waning. She walked right up to the cash register and handed the store clerk her wrinkled teal dress.

"Just this" she smiled.

The kid took the dress and scanned it unenthusiastically. They clipped the security tag and bagged it before reading out the price.

"Thank you." Korra spoke.

She took her newly purchased belongings and waltzed out of the shop. Mako waited for her outside and walked her to her car.

"Did they suspect you?" He joked.

"No," Korra pouted, she opened her car door and tossed the bag in her back seat. "I guess we have to do better next time,"

Mako chuckled, closing the space between them. "you know you could get arrested for public indecency right?"

Korra smiled, playing with the idea of kissing him again. "Then cuff me." Her lips ghosted his mouth and before he could place a final kiss she sat down behind the wheel and closed the door.

Mako brushed his hand over his jaw and took a few steps back as she revved her engine.

"Good night detective...see you Saturday," she waved before driving away.

Mako watched her leave and slowly walked back to his car. He draped his suit over the passenger seat and pulled his seat belt across his body. He drove out of the parking lot and headed home for the night.

Saturday couldn't come fast enough.