Proof

"See, I told you!" Korra cried, triumphant

Mako wretched his mouth open to rekindle forgotten irritation, to make a playful retort, to anything, but stopped when he saw the gleam in her eyes. Nothing in the cave shone brighter, not even the sparkling jade gems hanging overhead in the convex walls, than her eyes – still beaming with such ecstatic pride. He closed his mouth, happy to find that the slight taste of her lips still lingered on his own.

Misquoted

It's two thirty in the morning and Mako pegged it to be an appropriate time to serenade her in a drunken stupor.

"The last part to Secret Tunnel is "And Diiiiiie!" you idiot!" She screamed from her second story window, into the dense fog of smog and Republic City night life.

"Shuddup!" Mako slurred from the street "I know howda' songs swings!"

It was everything but romantic.

Arrest(ed)

He pulls his thumb out of his mouth with a wet sticky pop, and it does nothing to sate the burning that still reels below her naval.

"Do you think you've learned your lesson, Miss?"

A low chuckle murmurs through her throat, down her chest, and she shakes her head. "No Officer," she whispers, "I think you might have to take me in, to do some hard time."

He snorts, kissing the inside of her thigh.

Dull

For once, the wound didn't look bad enough for how much it hurt. Her words, though soft, and in kind, did nothing to soften the rejection that scorched him alive.

("I think we should – I mean, I still really, well I still - … if you'll still have me, I'll be yours")

Fancy

He rubbed an awkward hand behind his neck, unable to confide his discomfort anywhere else. "Look, it's nothing fancy, and I know it's not exactly like the South Pole, but-"

At that moment, there must have been a strong gust of wind because he's knocked over, flat on his back, and out of breath. The wind must have hit Korra too, because she winds up on top of him, hugging the ever-living spirits out of his torso.

"Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She half squealed, half shrieked, She pulled him roughly by the shoulders, and smashed her mouth against his with a loud "mwah" and then she's scrambling off him, in a giddy haze, homesickness at bay.

Mako blinked. Well, that was … something.

Frozen

In compound in the South Pole, there were times where Korra had wanted nothing more than to run away, like her predecessor, and cloak herself in an eternity of ice. If for nothing else, it would numb her loneliness.

But now, sitting in the packed noodle house, sandwiched between her happy-go-lucky Earthbender, her gear-headed-heiress-best-friend, and her team captain with a bad attitude, she would happily give up a lifetime in ice, if it meant she could stretch these moments just a little longer.

Silent

It hits in him surge. Her pain, swimming in a spiraling vortex of thousands of years of anger and anguish, makes him deaf to everything else.

Eighteen

The day she turned eighteen, was the day Korra knew she was ready.

"Hey, City Boy," she purred, tiptoeing two fingers along the collar of his shirt, down his shoulder blade. "I think it's about time we take our relationship to the next level …"

She watched him swallow thickly, the lump in his throat bobbing up and down, as he spluttered a shaky "N-next level?"

"Yes …" Korra whispered, voice like honey.

She leaned in close, her hot breath on his earlobe. "Let's go penguin sledding …."