A/N: So I started this chapter on my birthday...over three months ago. Sorry about that. This fic is interesting in that I have to be in the mood to write it.

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It's her birthday and he only has to plan a private, personal party. It's the second birthday he's had with her (the first was slightly awkward when he mentioned it was the anniversary of Aang's death and she replied it's also her day). He doesn't need to plan a big party: the world is planning her one. He has to show up to the festivities and be on her arm.

He's perfectly fine with that part, he's grown accustom to lavish parties and finds himself at ease during them. At first he was nervous but now he feels like he belongs.

He's nervous about their private party. For a second he contemplates having a nice dinner with their friends: something like the one she threw him. He quickly dismisses that option when Korra complains about having a large party. She's used to the attention but her birthday had always been a quiet family affair growing up.

He plans to have sake he can heat up and cut mango (her favorite) waiting for them after their impressive party.

Her public party is everything he expects. Countless people come up and wish her a happy birthday and there's a pile of gifts that, he's been assured, will be delivered to their apartment tomorrow afternoon (at least they understand about Korra's constant struggle with mornings). He can see her wariness as the evening drags on, her shoulders slump and she starts to lean against him.

"We can leave whenever you want," he whispers into her ear between best wishes. She sighs and leans a little more into him.

"Five minutes," she offers before standing straight and plastering a smile on her face.

He takes that as his cue to kiss her on the temple and quickly organize their ride home.

She makes a polite speech thanking everyone for coming and comments on how much she appreciates the party. He wraps his arm around her waist as he leads her out of the crowded hall. Korra rests against his shoulder with her eyes closed the entire ride home.

"Why don't you go get comfortable," he tells her as they walk in the door.

She raises an eyebrow at him. "Do you have something planned?"

"Just a little after party," he tells her with a quick kiss.

He pours two glasses of sake and heats them while she changes. He has time to set the mango on their living room table before she emerges from their bedroom with her hair down and dressed in one of his old shirts and her blue pants. He thinks she looks beautiful.

He pats the seat next to him and she folds herself onto the couch. He's impressed that she's so comfortable with one leg tucked under and the other practically in his lap.

"Happy birthday," he whispers as he hands her a cup. She smiles weakly and clinks her glass against his. "Tired?" He asks.

"Weary of people," she replies as she stretches like a pygmy puma.

"Try this," he says as he picks up a piece of mango. He brings it to her lips, she slowly opens her mouth to take the offered sweet. She gently bites the pad of his thumb and he bites back a groan. He purposely trails his thumb over her full bottom lip.

He meant to go slow. He meant to feed her and maybe give her another cup of sake. Instead she licked her lips and he pounced.

He's tracing her teeth for the last bits of mango and she's happily following his tongue. He slowly pulls away, she bites his lip to keep him close and he groans. "It's my birthday," she breathes, "let me keep doing what I want."

He'd be happy to oblige but he's too busy trying to get her shirt off and wondering if she's taken off her chest bindings.

She has and he's entirely too happy about it as he takes one of her nipples in his mouth and sucks and teases the tender flesh. "Mako," she moans, "what about the…" she trails off as he kisses his way to the twin of the flesh he's loved. Her hands work their way under his shirt and he loves the feel of her nails as they gently scratch their way to the hem of his pants.

Go slowly, he tells his brain as he quickly shucks off clothes and grabs the waist of her pants. He fails miserably.

They've done this how many times and he still thinks its amazing. They've learned all their little spots, he nips the crock of her neck just after entering to cause her to clench in the best possible way. If he angles her hips just right he hips the spot that makes her back arc. To retaliate she hooks her ankles together and pulls him closer. He's close, he can feel it and his hand snakes between them to tease her nub, making her cry out and pull him closer. He needs her to come, needs her to finish. He flicks and she clenches and screams his name. He comes as she milks him.

They're a sweaty mass of tangled limbs on the couch. He's beginning to finally realize that he should never make plans with her, she always manages to somehow mess them up so completely that they go up in smoke.

He likes the alternative much much better.

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