yall i’m back let’s go makorra week day 2 baby
ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/84744781
Summary: (Mid-Book 1) When Korra awakes in the middle of the night from a nightmare, there's only one person who can ease her mind, but what would his girlfriend think?
Korra shot up in bed, her eyes ripping open as she sat up. She gasped for air, her body covered in a cold sweat. Naga woke up immediately and nudged her nose into Korra’s lap to provide comfort. Korra laid a shaky hand on Naga’s head as she tried to focus her breathing.
After the equalist attack on the Pro-bending arena, the bending brothers as well as Asami had relocated to Air Temple Island. With her friends narrowly escaping danger, Korra's subconscious mind has taken a toll, her dreams being no exception. After a moment, Korra kissed Naga’s head and got out of bed.
What Korra really wanted at that moment was some comfort and some reassurance that the victim in her dream was alive and well. After some wandering, she found herself standing outside the brothers’ door in the men's dormitory, building up the courage to open it. As she raised her hand to reach for the handle, the door slid open and revealed a bed-headed Mako, rubbing his eye. Korra swallowed hard at the attractive sight in front of her. His bedhead looked a little too adorable and his classic white tank top only made it worse.
After his vision cleared, Mako peered down at the figure in front of him, not recognizing her at first. Korra’s hair was completely free from any accessories, a sight unseen to Mako. She stood before him in a tank top and pajama pants. Mako blushed at how different she looked and focused on eye contact to avoid his eyes wandering for too long. “Hey,” he whispered, stepping into the hallway and slowly shutting the door behind him, allowing Bolin to snore peacefully in the room behind him.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” Korra asked, sheepishly.
“It’s okay, I was only half asleep. I heard you stop outside the door,” Mako said. An awkward silence began to creep its way into the hallway as Korra gathered her thoughts. She failed to think of what to say before she came to the brothers’ room. “So, what brings you here?” Mako asked, seeing as she was struggling to find her words.
“I uh…”, she said, hugging herself. “I had a bad dream,” she said looking away, uncomfortable with being so vulnerable.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Mako asked, putting a hand on her shoulder. She flinched at the sudden touch.
“I don’t wanna keep you up,” she said, feeling guilty for disturbing his night.
“I don’t mind,” he said. “C’mon. Let’s take a walk,” he said, putting a hand in between her shoulder blades to lead her out of the dormitory. Korra fought the shiver that threatened to run up her spine from his warm touch. After a few steps he stopped, unable to see the end of the hallway in the dark. He turned his head around and the other end of the hallway was just as dark no matter how hard he squinted. Korra raised an eyebrow at him. Mako removed his hand from Korra to scratch the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, why don’t you lead the way. I still get lost here,” Mako said, defeated.
Korra giggled softly and grabbed his arm saying, “You were right. It’s this way.”
“I knew that,” Mako said, lying.
“Sure you did,” Korra said with a smirk.
She led them to the shore of air temple island with the half moon shining above the horizon. The pair sat down as silence filled the air in between them. Mako decided not to break it this time. He didn’t want to pry at Korra, knowing she never liked to show any sign of weakness. Mako hoped that his presence would tell her that he’s here for her whenever she was ready to share.
“It was Amon,” she said, starting slowly. “He, um, … he had you … and … I watched you die,” Korra said, hugging her knees.
Mako’s heart sank. He didn’t have enough fingers to count how many times he saw his parents die in his nightmares. He wished for Korra to never experience anything like that, in her dreams or in real life. He scooched closer to place a hand on her back and began rubbing gentle circles. “It’s okay,” he said. “I’m right here.”
Korra felt her throat choke up and leaned into him, wrapping her arm around his lower back so they were hugging side by side. “I couldn’t do anything,” she said. A tear rolled down her cheek and she quickly whipped it away. Mako’s heart ached. He switched from rubbing her back to hugging her side to hold her closer.
“It’s alright,” he said, trying to reassure her.
She focused on her breathing to calm herself down and stop any more tears from coming. Korra never wanted Mako or anyone else to see her as weak. As she sat there with Mako comforting her, she couldn’t help but feel the guilt creeping in to be in such a position with another woman’s boyfriend. She tried to convince herself that she would act the same way with Bolin or Asami, but deep down she knew it was different with Mako. She felt different. It meant so much more. Korra was sure if anyone saw them together holding each other they would see how she felt, but at that moment, she didn’t really care anymore. She turned her body and wrapped both arms around his torso and squeezed him, needing to feel more of him to ease her mind.
Mako hesitated for a small moment, shocked at the sudden embrace. He returned her hug and rested his chin on the top of her head, rubbing her back up and down to soothe her. Korra felt him tuck a couple of strands of hair behind her ear. She turned her head to look up at him and he was already peering down at her.
Everything was telling her not to. Asami was probably sleeping peacefully in the women’s dormitory while Korra was outside cuddling with her boyfriend. Korra studied Mako’s face. She couldn’t read his expression, but his cheeks and ears were flushed red. He seemed to be lost in thought, however, because he failed to notice Korra's own expression of longing. She reached up and planted a kiss on his lips. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe it was wrong, but Korra couldn’t help herself. Mako’s own desperation took over as he kissed her back, accepting of whatever repercussions may come afterwards. Their tongues explored each other for a while, with no one to interrupt their second kiss. After what seemed like forever, the pair broke apart gasping for air. Mako gave her one more peck on the lips, not wanting the moment to end.
Korra bit her lip. She should feel guilty. Horrible, even. But watching Mako try to hide his smile and his face redder than she’d ever seen it just made her smile wider and lean in again.
Korra woke up from possibly the best sleep of her life. She stretched as she walked towards the window to open the curtains. She took a deep breath as she basked in the morning sunlight and sighed contently. Last night, when Mako walked Korra back to her room, she couldn’t quite read his expression. Nevertheless he gave her a small smile after kissing her cheek one last time before the night ended. As he walked down the hallway back to his bedroom, Korra hoped he wasn’t regretting what they had done. She certainly wasn’t.
Her stomach growled and Korra left her dwellings in search of some of Pema’s delicious breakfast. As Korra turned the corner in the hallway, she bumped into someone. “Sorry,” she said before seeing who it was. The man before her was none other than Mako, who didn’t look as well-rested as Korra. Dark circles had formed under his eyes and he looked as if he hadn’t slept a wink. Korra felt guilt, no doubt being the cause of his restless night. “Are you okay?” Korra asked, concerned.
“I’m fine. I couldn’t really fall back asleep,” he said, his voice scratchy.
“I’m sorry I kept you up,” Korra said, feeling guilty.
“It’s not your fault,” he said, sighing.
Korra could put two and two together. He must have been walking through the girls dormitory to find Asami. His girlfriend, Korra reminded herself. “It is. I got carried away,” Korra rubbed her forehead. “I shouldn’t have …” Korra looked around the hallway to make sure the coast was clear before saying “done what I did..” she trailed off vaguely just in case.
Mako sighed before saying, “If you didn’t then I would’ve.” before walking past Korra and continuing his journey, his hands buried in his pockets. Korra stood in disbelief and watched him walk away from her as her cheeks flushed red. She walked the opposite direction towards the main building. Korra couldn’t help but feel guilty for how she was coming in between Mako and Asami, but love is war, and Korra was determined to win.
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