( there isn't a war in this or any other world that mako wouldn't stand at her side for. he was ready to die for her back when amon was waging his on republic city. that feeling, over the years, has never changed. she may be the avatar, but he's her shield. the one who keeps her safe and sane and grounded, and he's. okay. with it. when they aren't together. because it doesn't really change anything except the fact they kiss sometimes and tangle up in each other. the love is there. the respect. the care.
and he's got a job to do, and she's got a life to live, and then they both end up in the circle. and he loses the sun and she loses everything, but there are flickers when it comes back. when they're themselves again, and it just. feels normal. feels right. she kisses him and the stars settle in their places overhead, where they've been so desperately unaligned, and he kisses her back. the sun is silent for him right now, but the earth is singing. korra, however, is still very much herself. he can almost see the glow.
they spend a little bit of time just rolling around together, figuring out how to make this work a (second, third, fourth? time?) and then they end up with him on his back on the bed and korra pinning his hands down with metal.
he could undo it. he hasn't told her that yet. or bolin, who'd be devastated by it. but mako can't... sit by and refuse to let himself master something just because of the hurt it would cause someone else's feelings. but he doesn't. he just lets her tie him down and tries not to think about the fact that one small act already has him halfway hard. he swallows.
metalbending is now a sexually transmitted ability
and he's got a job to do, and she's got a life to live, and then they both end up in the circle. and he loses the sun and she loses everything, but there are flickers when it comes back. when they're themselves again, and it just. feels normal. feels right. she kisses him and the stars settle in their places overhead, where they've been so desperately unaligned, and he kisses her back. the sun is silent for him right now, but the earth is singing. korra, however, is still very much herself. he can almost see the glow.
they spend a little bit of time just rolling around together, figuring out how to make this work a (second, third, fourth? time?) and then they end up with him on his back on the bed and korra pinning his hands down with metal.
he could undo it. he hasn't told her that yet. or bolin, who'd be devastated by it. but mako can't... sit by and refuse to let himself master something just because of the hurt it would cause someone else's feelings. but he doesn't. he just lets her tie him down and tries not to think about the fact that one small act already has him halfway hard. he swallows.
playfully, then, )
You could've just asked me nicely.