Turning Pages

Summary: Korra and Mako are an unlikely couple, yet it doesn't stop them from being together. They bicker, joke, and live through the good and the bad. They do this because in the end, they know it's going to be worth it.

Mako's POV

Illness

Being sick sucked.

Everything was muddled, you don't remember half the things you did or said, and you were helpless. As a kid, I remembered how difficult living was when you're on the streets and sick at the same time. It was tough resting on the cold stone pavement, and even tougher when it rains while you sleep. It was brutally disgusting and maddening, but now things have changed and I at least have a temporary place to call home.

I caught a cold four months after Korra and I got together. It was rather unexpected, too. I remember the pounding headache and the stupid nasally voice that made the airbender kids laugh. I remember how much it hurt to move my muscles. I also remember the amazing food I ate during my illness. Oh Agni, I will never forget that.

It started when Korra, Asami, Pema, and Bolin forced me to stay in bed. They pinned me down to my bed, tucking me in as tight as possible. I did my best to snuggle free, but it was useless.

"C'mon! It's just a-a-a ACHOO! ….cold! I'm *sniffle* perfectly *sniffle*….oh gross. Bo, tissue?" I said in a bored tone. Seriously, I'm trying to convince them I'm okay, but my stupid nose keeps running.

"That's nasty, Bro. Here." Bolin says as he tosses the tissue box…to my head. Thanks bro, throw the whole box at my aching head. Love you too.

"Tough Guy, you're staying in bed, got that?" Korra scolds, a finger pointing in front of my face for emphasis, along with a look. Oh geez, Korra's giving me a scary face.

"I'd listen to Korra, Mako," the two other women murmur behind Korra. Asami and Pema, I think you're right.

So I stayed in bed for the whole day. Pema decided that the house needed more food, so she, Asami, Bolin and the kids tag along with her. Bolin notified me before they left though.

"I'll be right back, bro. I'm off to help the ladies carry some food home from the market,"

So that left Korra and me alone. If I wasn't so sick, I'd actually make a move. Hey, I'm a teenage boy with a rather attractive girlfriend, you can't blame me!

Korra stayed with me in my bedroom, telling me stories of her training and what she knew about her past life.

"I think my favorite element is fire. It was so much fun training…"

"Master Katara told me that she saved a group of imprisoned Earthbenders on a ship! She met her friend Haru there! Anyways…."

"Oh, another time, Avatar Aang dressed up as a Fire Nation boy to go to school…"

"Have you heard of Ember Island, Mako? Katara said that it's really beautiful there. Lots of sun, sand, water to swim in. A lot of people go there to for vacations…."

As Korra spoke, I kept dipping in and out of consciousness. I was about to fall into a deep sleep when my stomach grumbled, rather loud, and it interrupted Korra's story. At first I thought she was mad, but then she stands up, running out of the room, yelling,

"I'll be right back Mako!"

Pans and pots clanked in the distance, I assumed that Korra was probably in the kitchen. After a couple minutes, Korra entered, wearing a pink apron, saying something about food.

"Okay, Mako. There's fish, pork, noodle packets, and some veggies in the kitchen. Is that good enough for you?"

I just nod my head, pretending that I was listening, and she left.

I was really starring that the pink apron that she was wearing.

"Pink looks nice on her," I thought. Oh Spirits, I am sick.

Feeling like I have nothing else to do, or no else to listen to, I closed my eyes and waited for the food to finish.

"Oooohhh, Makoooo," a feminine voice coos in my ear.

My face contorts with irritation, wondering who would be interrupting my sleep.

"Makooo! Get up!" the voice coos again, and I finally open my eyes to see who's trying to talking to me.

Sapphire eyes stare down at me and I realize that it was Korra who was calling me. I straighten up surprised, to see that I wasn't in the Air Temple, but at a…beach? Ember Island, I assume. It also surprises me that I don't feel sick at all. Another surprise is that I'm bare-chested, swim trucks on. But what surprises me the most was Korra wearing a pink bikini.

"K-Korra," I coughed, not used to seeing this much skin, "What….where are we?"

"We're on Ember Island, my love," Korra answers smoothly.

'My love'? Where did that come from?

I was about to question her words when Korra suddenly swoops down to kiss me full on the lips. The kiss was…amazing. It was so passionate, to say the least. I deepen the kiss by kissing her back, nipping at her bottom lip.

I felt pressure press on my torso and see Korra's hand pushing me back down. Straddling me, she continued to kiss me. Our kisses become messier and open mouth. I haven't kissed many girls in my life, so it was a surprise to feel her tongue poke mine. Korra's soft lips leave mine and I grunt in protest. I stop when I feel her lips ghost across my jaw and neck.

"Hmmm…Korra?" I hum out her name.

"Yes, Mako?" Korra coos again.

"You look wonderful in that pink bikini," I say full of lust.

Korra continues her little pecks and her hands are just everywhere. Well not everywhere, just massaging my chest and running it thru my hair, but it feels so perfect.

A sudden weight is removed from my chest and I open my eyes to see Korra gone. I frown and prop my elbows up, surveying the area.

"Korra? What the…? Where are you?" I call out, wondering where my girlfriend went.

I hear a quiet giggle to my left and see Korra making her way towards a beach house.

"Right here, Mako," She coos again, flaunting her pink bikini as she walked.

Scrambling to get up, I run towards her. Korra reached the beach house and opened the door, waiting for me to catch up.

I was so close, so very close to reaching the attractive girl. Korra's playful blue eyes turn mischievous as I stepped onto the porch before the door and I see her shut the wooden door with much force.

Wait. What?

My legs didn't seem to realize that the entrance was now closed. Stupid legs.

This is going to hurt.

BANG

I was knocked out of my dream by the sound of banging rather than a door to the face. My eyes snap open to see Korra, not in a pink bikini, barging in my room, a tray of food in her hands. Looking around, I see that I'm back at the Island and not Ember Island.

"I must have fallen asleep," I say to myself, a disappointed that it was all a dream.

"What was that?" Korra asks a confused look on her face.

I shake my head, muttering a stupid excuse, when the air around me starts to smell really good. My nose twitches, finally being a little unclogged after my nap, and I take the aroma in. It smelled delicious.

Korra props the tray on my lap and I just stare at it. There was fish, noodles, small pork bits, vegetables, Oh Spirits. I glance up at Korra and she smiles at me tiredly.

"I cooked what you wanted. Sorry that some things may taste weird, I kind of rushed so you wouldn't starve to death," her beautiful smile shone at me, almost shyly, "Well, go on! Try it! Tell me if it tastes good."

Grabbing the chop-stick on the tray I tried a piece of the food.

I've died and gone to the Spirit World. Oh dear Agni. This is good.

The fish was cooked to perfection, so juicy. The noodles had different spices mixed with some sauce she made, and it was perfect. The pork was juicy as well, a little crunchy. The vegetables were steamed and thrown into a stir fry. I gobbled up the food, making a mess on my face, but I didn't care. My manners seemed to be lost somewhere, for I pretty much ate like an elephant-boar. It took a huge burp to make me stop my eating.

I glance at Korra and she's laughing, "Glad to know you like my cooking, City Boy,"

"I love your cooking," I said, food still in my mouth.

Korra laughs again and shoves a napkin to my face, "Here, Cool Guy. Just because you're sick doesn't mean you have to forget your manners."

Taking the napkin out of her hands, I whipped my face. Korra, bold, stubborn, loud Avatar Korra knows how to cook. Really well, too. Shoving the tray from my lap, I move to get up. My muscles don't ache as much so it made the task easier. Korra must've seen me move and got worried, because she pretty much stood above me, getting ready to tuck me in again.

Sighing, I pulled her down so she can be on my level. I ignore her yells of protest and simply kiss her on the forehead, and whisper to her, "Thanks for the food, Avatar Korra."

Korra's eyes look at mine and she smiles, "You're welcome. Anything for you,"

"Well I should get sick more often, I like the service when I'm sick," I teased as I released her.

Korra smacks me lightly. She stands up straight and walks to get the tray off of my bed.

"By the way, Mako?" Korra asks, head turned away from me, "I don't own a pink bikini, but if I did, I would look amazing."

Oh.

What.

Agni.

Kill me now.

Yea, being sick sucked.

A sick Mako. Just think about it. He such a dork when he isn't sick, imagine when he is!

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