korraprobender:
Korra was ecstatic to finally have Mako back home, but she could tell that his mind was elsewhere. Even as the walked back through the temple and into Mako’s room, she could tell he was immersed deep within his own pensive mind and she couldn’t help but look at him with a worried glance. As he spoke to her, voice stuttering, Korra put herself to work, reaching behind Mako and pulling off his metal armor, stripping him down until she reached the tattered white undershirt he always wore and the cotton trousers underneath his padded uniform.
“You wanted to hug me?” She spoke quietly, laughing lightly, and wrapped her arms up and around his neck, burying her head in the crook of his neck. “What’s up with you?” She murmured, voice muffled by the material of his shirt, “Did something big happen at work today? I know you’re still working on that case.”
Mako had been working on this big, important case down at the station for a few weeks now. Turns out there are still big anti-bending movements going on around the city. People meeting up in the darkest alleys, swapping information, plotting. The police force, Mako included, have rounded up many of the suspects, but new ones always keep turning up. They’re like some sort of disease, spreading like wildfire in the city. A majority of nonbenders completely dropped the anti-bending revolution upon finding out that their leader, Amon, was in fact a waterbender… a bloodbender, to be precise, but they’ll be back as the find out that more nonbenders are standing for the cause.
Korra pulled Mako over to the edge of his bed and sat him down, “You need to relax once in a while.” She spoke quietly, concern biting at the edges of her words, “All this stress can’t be good for you.”
Slowly, tentatively, she leaned forward and kissed him behind his ear. “Loosen up, City Boy.”
It was nice feeling the island breeze brush against his bare skin. Being inside that uncomfortable armor, or uniform, was dreadful and he didn’t know how he managed to handle it. It was nothing more but a big nuisance and if it weren’t for Lin’s specific orders of wearing it, he would no doubt burn it if he had the chance. Maybe turn it into a melted pile of metallic blob – at least it’ll be called abstract art work. With a sigh escaping his lips, he let Korra press her body against his as he slowly wrapped his arms around her.
The fire bender took a sniff of Korra’s hair, noting the same familiar aroma. Lilac and jasmine with a bit of sea salt water. Her scent always staggered him, making the fire bender wonder how she can smell like that despite being out in the sun all day. Nevertheless, Mako continued to enjoy the warm gesture. The pubescent nodded with the inquiry, letting his cheek rub against her silky hair as he gave his affirmation. It wasn’t something that he wanted to talk about, nor was he even aloud to tell it to other people but surely informing the avatar about it wouldn’t be too bad.
The thought of finally having peace in republic city would’ve been nice, if not for the new gangs that started to arose. They started out like microscopic parasites, gradually multiplying under the task force’s radar. By the time they caught on, it was too late and they were required to do something quick. Needless to say, the overtime became more and more frequent than how he hoped it to be.
Though he strained to hide his stress from Korra, she still somehow managed to see right through him. The fire bender would’ve wanted to give her the attention that she deserves and his heart that she solely owned but the predicaments that’s manifesting throughout the city proved to be a good obstacle. As she dragged him to the edge of the bed, he could only comply while he let his feet drag across the wooden floor. They settled with a share of skin ship proximity.
“Korra, you shouldn’t do that…” Mako stated after receiving her gesture of affection. Amber eyes turned to gaze at the mischievous girl, only to see her play an innocent façade. Granted that he enjoyed the gesture, it still didn’t hide the fact that he just came home from work. “I still reek of sweat from work…” He mumbled as he tried to disengage himself from her. After successfully detaching himself from her, he gave her an apologetic smile.
