As promised, the Korroh drabble series. Please do not expect regular updates, folks. I think we all know how I am with those. Well, maybe you guys dont; I'm still pretty new to writing for this fandom. Anywho. This is brief yes, and while I'm not wholly satisfied with the ending I think it turned out pretty well overall.

Special thanks to Ivy Zero for inspiring this particular drabble. Please, please, please go check out her Korroh drabble series, Of Tea and Polardogs. You will not regret it.

DISCLAIMER: Korra and Iroh II belong to Bryke. I own the plot.

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"How long have you been awake?"

Iroh's voice startled her from her not-so-subtle observation of him. He glanced at her over his shoulder from his place at the window. Korra was strewn across his – their – bed; hair mussed, limbs askew, and only half concealed by the thin blanket.

"A while," she replied, looking him over lazily. She enjoyed the way the pale sunlight cast sharp shadows on his angular face, set his golden eyes to smoldering. His hair was in complete disarray, something Korra openly delighted in. The General of the United Forces was always clean-cut and put together. To see him still mussed from sleep was a sight she found both endearing and attractive.

His lips quirked up in the faintest of smirks before he slowly came back to the bed. He lay beside her, his added weight causing the mattress to dip so that she sank against him. He pressed a lingering kiss to her shoulder. He pulled away and drew her to him, wrapping her up in his arms and resting his chin just where her neck met that shoulder. He sighed, long and soft and content. Korra snuggled into him.

While drawing idle patterns on her bare belly, he murmured, "I'll have to leave soon."

Korra frowned. "You can't skip the meeting? Just this once?"

Iroh laughed silently. "I skipped it last week, remember?"

Korra pretended to consider his query. "Must've slipped my mind."

Iroh huffed quietly, his lips curling up in amusement against her skin. "Of course it did. Just like it did the last four times you wheedled me into staying in bed."

Korra grinned, trailing her fingertips along the skin of his strong arms. She felt the muscles contract subtly. "I'm pretty persuasive, huh?"

A hot, open-mouthed kiss was strategically placed on the nape of her neck, sending little sparks of heat down her spine. "Immensely."

Korra rolled over and met him eagerly, claiming his mouth for her own while he slid warm hands down her back. He did not make it to the meeting that week.

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