A/N: So I was trying to figure out who could possibly snag Mako with glorious Korrasami being canon and I thought it'd be funny if he got entangled with a female mob boss who just laughs at him incessantly. So what follows is a little serious, a little romantic, a little comedic – just a little bit of everything. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Halves of a whole dilemma

Asami sighs as she steps out of her washroom draped in a kimono robe, her hair drips with perfumed water. As she wraps her dark damp locks up in a towel, she jokes, "The Spirit World was lovely but gosh, do I miss plumbing."

She walks towards her bed in the apartment connected to her office where she typically spends her nights since business tends to pile up and her mansion is too full and too far. Besides, now she has a place to be with Korra whenever they want.

So Asami is delighted for the chances when she gets to sit next to her girlfriend on her own bed, which she does now. But then she notices how the Avatar looks pensive and even more so, distraught.

"What's wrong?"

Korra just looks up at her, solemnly. "What if no one accepts us?"

"…" Asami now shares in the melancholy. "Korra," she whispers.

"I don't know if I could take that," Korra laments into her hands, "If everyone we know and love can't accept that we're together…" she pauses, "That'd ruin me."

"Korra," Asami takes her hand and holds it to her chilled cheek. "I told you before that there would be consequences to us being together."

"I know but I think it finally hit me just now. Now that we're back in Republic City."

"There are going to be people who will be shocked but I know that they'll still love us."

"It still frightens me," she sighs, stroking Asami's petite face then reeling her in to kiss her. "I don't want anyone to reject the only thing that has made me this happy."

Asami smiles then returns the kiss. "I make you this happy?" She tucks a lock of thick brown hair behind Korra's ear.

The Avatar blushes furiously. "I am not answering that."

Asami chuckles, pecks Korra's cheek, then stands, tousling the towel about to dry her hair. "Let me finish up and we can go to bed."

Korra nods and crawls under the crimson silk duvet. Asami ventures in besides her a moment later after she dims the lights. As Asami nestles into the pillows, Korra takes the chance to nestle into Asami's shoulder, snuggling into the crevice beneath the collarbone and inhaling in her scent.

"Do you think we should keep us a secret?" Asami asks while she wraps her free arm around Korra's frame.

"I think that might be best. At least for now. I don't foresee a lot of people being too thrilled."

"How about Mako and Bolin? Don't you feel like they deserve to know?"

"Yeah, but then Bolin would tell Opal and Mako would tell Wu…and well."

"Hmmm, good point," Asami pecks Korra's forehead.

Korra groans, "Why is this so complicated?" Her fingers trail down Asami's silk robe as it blankets across her curves.

"Don't let it stress you out too much. We'll figure something out. We always do," Asami offers an encouraging smile and Korra responds in kind. The Avatar loves how Asami's voice softens to a winsome carol or chant when they share the same space. Asami loves how the typically strong-willed Korra melts into her when they lie together in bed.

So they lie there for a long moment as their breaths, beats, and bodies align.

"My head's not too heavy, is it?" Korra asks, eyeing Asami's thin and toned arm beneath her.

"I like you right here. No worries," she replies breathily.

"Then do you mind if we stay like this?"

"Not at all."