Um. Whatever I'm obsessing over goes here.Right now, it's Legend of Korra..I have a lot of feels.For Makorra. So. ! Request shit if you want, I'll do the best I can.
Rating: T, for implied sexual chiz.
A/N: Guys, seriously, give me some feedback. This is only my second fanfic/drabble kind of thing. And I wanna know if I’m any good.
Summary: Korra had to leave, because of the war. And she was gone for 5 years. Now, the Revolution is over, and she’s back!
The Revolution of the Equalists was over.
There was a big dance, celebration, gala type of thing, in Republic City.
The Avatar would be there.
But to Mako, it wouldn’t just be the Avatar there. It would be the girl that was forced to leave Republic City five years ago. The girl that he was begrudgingly in love with. The girl that promised she’d be home, as soon as she could be.
She would be there. Korra would be at the gala.
And boy, was she there.
The young woman was the center of attention, both from people that had questions, and then teenage boys and young men, drooling over her in that beautiful dress, which hugged her curves perfectly. Her long brown hair hung down her back, almost reaching her waist after all these years of not cutting it, and all Mako wanted to do was run his hands through it.
She was smiling widely, shaking hands, talking to people. All eyes were on her, as she greeted everyone, smiling sweetly, being the ever-friendly girl she was. She looked so beautiful..
Oh Spirits, she’s turned Mako into one of those sappy boys that swooned over the ‘loves of their lives,’ and only thought about kissing and..
And well, she was worth it.
Mako decided not to disturb her. He could wait a bit longer to see her, and he didn’t want to be rude and take her away from the people that had so many questions, or just wanted to meet her. So he just walked outside the big building, into the little garden they had in the back.
He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. Odds are she didn’t feel the same way anymore. Odds are she’d never actually felt anything for Mako, and that kiss she’d given him when she’d left was just one of those “heat-of-the-moment” type of things.
He scowled, kicking the ground a bit. Dammit, he was an idiot! How could he ever think she’d love him? She was the avatar for Spirit’s sake, she could have anyone she wanted, there was no way-
The young man whirled around, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of her. Well, she’d certainly grown. As if she wasn’t curvy enough, she’d developed in.. Those areas.. Which he tried his best not to stare at.
This was also the first time he was seeing her with her hair down, and boy, it was beautiful. The moon made it shine more than usual, and it was doing the same with those beautiful eyes of hers.
He got so caught up in staring at her, he’d forgotten to say hello. Or breathe..
Korra laughed, the sound ringing throughout the garden. “Well, City Boy? Not so cool-under-fire anymore?” she asked, stepping close and bringing her hand up to touch his scarf.
She smirked and shook her head. He still had that scarf.. He wasn’t sure why he’d worn it tonight. Maybe it was for her, because he knew she loved it.
His feet must have been moving on their own accord, because he stepped forward as well, now just inches away from her.
“I’ve missed you,” she told him, her lean, yet muscled arms, bare from the sleeveless dress, moving up and wrapping around his neck, hugging him tightly. He smiled softly and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her against him. He was far too aware of her breasts pressed against his chest, and all he wanted to do was run his hands over her, to memorize every dip and curve.
He pressed his face into her hair, breathing in her scent. She smelled like she always did- Earthy, smoky, but sweet and just.. Korra.
“I missed you too. A lot..” he murmured into her hair.
Mako really, seriously did not expect her to pull back, and let her hands slide to his scarf. And he really didn’t expect her to tug him forward, so she could get on her tippy toes and press her lips to his.
But, as surprised as he was, he didn’t take the time to marvel at the fact that she still felt the same way. He didn’t want to waste any time. He just let his hands take a hold of her hips, pulling her flush against him as they kissed, in the garden, under the stars. The Avatar’s hands slid up, to hold his cheeks, his arms wrapping around her waist, their lips moving in sync. They kissed as if they were trying to make up, for the last five years of being apart.
When Korra pulled back, she was smirking and she laughed. Dammit, Mako felt his knees go weak at that beautiful sound.
“What a cliché. Kissing a city boy, under the stars.. Wanna know what would be even more of a cliché?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
The young fire bender smirked as well, looking thoughtful. “I’m a bit scared to know, but sure.”
Korra laughed again and pulled him closer to kiss him again. “Kissing a city boy, on that window sill that looks over the entire city. That’d be pretty cliché, but it would mean leaving this stupid party. I‘m tired of shaking hands anyways, come on,” and with that, she took his hand and they walked as quickly as they could, to Mako and Bolin’s apartment, smiling and laughing the whole way.
When Bolin got home, he was a bit surprised. He’d seen them kiss, and leave the party, and he honestly expected to be greeted with their clothes in a heap on the floor, and two naked bodies in Mako’s bed, meaning he’d be forced to sleep on the couch.
But instead, the young earth bender found just Korra’s dress on the ground. He worried maybe they were in the middle of something.. But they weren’t in bed, and he didn’t hear noise coming from the room upstairs, the one with the giant window, with a view that over looked the entire city.
So of course, curious Bolin cautiously went to look, opening the door to the room just slightly, his eyes barely opened in case they were doing something, which he really, really didn’t want to see.
But instead, he found Mako still in his clothes, and Korra in an old t-shirt and some pants they had from when they were younger. To his relief, they weren’t getting at it. Or kissing.
..They weren’t even awake!
They were wrapped up in each other, sitting at the little ledge, where the window was, fast asleep, content smiles on both their faces. Bolin smiled and sighed, considering waking them up so they could go to the bed. But he decided against it.
He quietly crept out of the room, leaving the young couple to sleep peacefully. They had many more nights ahead of them, to force Bolin out of the apartment, with all their noise and.. Activities.
So, he slept as well as he could that night. Because for the next month, or year probably, he wasn’t going to be getting much sleep anymore.