Spitfire

Hey guys, sorry about the lack of Makorra fics. So many freaking feels about episodes 11 and 12! So I, looking for inspiration, browsed the incomplete LoK fandom. Started reading this AMAZING fic called "Impulse" by InkIllusionist (I suggest you read it, totally and utterly Makorra) and got inspired by the title of chapter 18 and the fact that Korra is more likely to blow her top than Mako…

So, what I wanted to happen after "The Spirit of Competition" where Mako grew a pair and broke up with Asami and Bolin used her as a rebound girl and got attached. There. So much simpler than the producer's version, but whatevs.

You all should have known this was coming. Disclaimer: Never owned never will.

One more flirty smile and her teeth are going to be thanking me for knocking them out because they had to listen to her stupid voice, I thought, gritting my teeth and trying to conceal the flames that were licking at my fingertips in tightly clenched fists.

One more "casual" brush of her hand on his arm and that paint is going to melt off her fingernails and spell out on the table: Get lost! I bared my teeth, but forced my lips to form a pleasant smile when Mako glanced across the table at me.

One more saucy walk back to the rest of her tables and her heels are going to become a permanent part of this floor. I leaned out into the aisle, seeing her take out a compact and pinch her cheeks. She freshened up her lipstick and tucked it into her skirt before she started back towards us. She paused, opening the check and scribbling something before finishing it with a flourish and a self-satisfied smirk.

Go on. I dare you. I resisted the urge to "accidently" trip her, my feet itching to tap against the earthy floor. Just one little pebble…

I narrowed my eyes as she strutted back to our cozy little booth, shooting a look of distaste at me before smiling prettily at Mako, batting her eyelashes. "And here's your check. Is there anything else I can get for you sir?" she leaned over farther than necessary, looming over him.

Mako reached for the leather booklet, absently saying to her, "No thank you." He jerked his head up to look at me. "Korra?" I shook my head a little more violently than needed, not that she would see it. She kept her back pointedly towards me, focusing solely on Mako.

"Are you sure?" I was sure that she was pouting, her cheap and tacky red lip stick just a little smudged. My eye twitched.

"He said we were fine." I said sharply and she sniffed, sticking her nose huffily in the air. "Besides, don't you have tables to attend to?" I said snidely, gesturing to the impatient diners around us. Her lip curled and my own lifted in a challenge.

She finally stalked away and I took great pleasure as she wobbled in her pointy little shoes, catching herself on the edge of a table before she strode forward with the dust that remained of her dignity.

Mako raised an eyebrow at me, but I shook my head. He pried open the covers of the black check booklet and I slapped a hand down on top of it, snapping it shut. He looked at me in surprise. I smiled, sliding it over to my side of the table. "Don't worry, I've got this." I held up a hand as he began to protest. "Hey, I ate a lot of your food after practices; this is just me returning the favor." When we had split the pot from the championship, I had out right refused my cut at first, but Mako had forced me to at least take a smaller portion.

He smiled gratefully, sliding out of the cushioned booth. "I'm going to get Bolin while you pay the check all right?" He nodded toward his brother at the bar, surrounded by starry eyed fangirls, who didn't look like they wanted him to leave anytime soon. Despite his commitment with Asami, Bolin couldn't help it if women immediately found him likable. He was obviously the more social of the fabulous bending brothers.

I waved him off. "Sure, sure, take your time." As soon as he was a few yards away, I whipped open the check, a snarl ripping its way out of my throat at the pink, girly script: Call me when you're done with Tom Boy. Her number was written beneath and the whole thing was enclosed in a giant heart.

I clutched it in my hand tightly, gripping the small clutch Asami had forced me to bring in the other hand as I marched toward the register, steam rushing out of my nose. The couple in front of me paid, lingering over-long as they saw another pair walk through the swinging doors. Muttering a not entirely heart felt 'excuse me', I squeezed past them ignoring their irritated look.

The girl turned around from the cash register, drawling out a sultry "Hellooo- oh." Before she saw my face, scoffing as she snatched the book out of my hand, ringing me up lazily.

"Have a nice night," she sighed, flinging the receipt across the counter. She didn't even bother to look at my expression, already craning her neck to look at the bar where Mako seemed to be in a tug-o-war with the fan girls over Bolin.

"Actually, a word please?" I said politely- which nearly killed me- gesturing towards the revolving doors. She sighed dramatically and stomped out of the warmth of the restaurant, shivering.

"What?" she snapped, shifting back and forth precariously on the icy side walk as she glared impatiently at me.

I sighed, the sound sizzling in the cool winter air. My breath fogged out in front of me in a giant plume of smoke, masking my expression from the snotty waitress for a moment. My teeth were hot, like the embers of a dying fire. I ran my tongue along them uncomfortably, my gums aching slightly from the heat. The last time I had felt like this, I was five, and had belched fire in my father's face, burning off one of his eyebrows and most of his beard.

This was going to be an interesting conversation…

I stepped closer to her, and she tried to back away uneasily. With an inconspicuous flick of my fingers, her shoes were frozen to the side walk.

"I have a problem I'd like to take up with you…Ming isn't it?" My eyes flicked to the sloppy characters she had scrawled on her name tag. She rolled her eyes, snorting as she nodded. I could feel the flames touching my lips, warming them against the cold.

"Oh yeah?" she snorted, shaking her hair out. She stared balefully at me, a challenging smirk on her face.

"Yes," I said shortly. "You see, three things bother me in life: One, people who mess with my polar-bear dog, two, people who discriminate against benders and non-benders, and three- snotty waitresses who flirt with my boyfriend."

She sighed, examining the chipped paint on her nails in the dim light form the street lamps. "Here's the thing sweetheart. That fine boy in there? He's practically mine already. I've been waiting on him for over a year. I've never seen you with him before in my life."

I stared at her incredulously, scoffing at her smug expression. She twirled a lock of hair around her finger, leaning forward to get right in my face. "Let me spell it out for you: Finder's, keeper's."

"Well in that case sweetheart," I sneered, watching her bravado waver as I took a threatening step forward. "Get lost because you can believe that all the Avatars after me will do something considerably worse than singeing your eyebrows off." I growled, sweeping the acrid smell of burnt hair with a gust of icy air.

"A-Avatar?" she stuttered, her eyes as wide as saucers. The effect was ruined by the fact that her eyebrows were still fizzling out.

"Obviously you've never heard of this thing called the newspaper' that tells you what's going on in the city. Or maybe you're just illiterate." I rolled my eyes. The heat was becoming unbearable. I turned, spitting out a small ember into a snow bank.

"Don't even think about flirting with him again- Ever." I growled.

She nodded frantically, and bit her lip, obviously considering something. "Well, what about-"

"Bolin's taken too." I cut her off cleanly, smirking. "They both are. So if you even look in their direction-"

She nodded frantically, and I melted the ice. Coincidentally, she fell backwards into a snow bank, scrambling to get up. I marched back into the restaurant, hurrying over to the register where the boys seemed to be arguing with the manager about something. Well, Mako was arguing, his hands clenched and sparks flying ominously from his fingertips; Bolin was simply trying to keep him from lunging across the counter. I couldn't tell which one looked more relieved: Mako or the manager.

I smiled sunnily at him as offered his arm to me. I nestled my hand into the crook of his elbow, leaning my head on his shoulder as Bolin finally tugged himself free of the whining fan girls.

I shivered as we walked out, despite the fact that I had just been out there. Mako wrapped his arm around my waist, and I nuzzled my face into the collar of his jacket. Ming was still out there, struggling to free herself from the clutches of the snow bank. I could hear her muttering to herself: "Self-righteous…Avatar…eye on him for months."

I looked over Mako's shoulder, seeing her eyeing his figure, biting her lip with obvious longing in her eyes. I snarled quietly, tongues of flame playing hide and seek in between my lips as I mouthed: Mine.

I spit another ember, this one landing between her spread fingers, narrowly missing grazing them. She yelped and scurried back into the restaurant. Mako turned to look at me, eyebrows furrowed, a light smile playing across his mouth.

"Are you okay?" Concern flowed in his low, smooth voice. I swear I could hear a smile hidden in it.

I coughed, smoke coming out in little puffs. Bolin clapped me on the back, making me spit out another small ember. "Thanks Bo," I gasped as the heat finally receded.

I smiled weakly at him, shrugging slightly as Bolin strolled ahead of us, whistling with a spring in his step. "Yeah, everything's terrific."

I hiccupped, and a tongue of fire curled out in front of me, nearly singeing my own eyebrows off. Mako smiled, ducking his head to give me a sweet kiss. My cheeks flushed for a different reason. Maybe it was from slow made my bones and all the snow around us melt. I returned his smile shyly.

He pulled me flush against him, resting his forehead on mine; he nuzzled his nose against mine, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled, lips quirking against my cheek. "Come on, Spitfire. Let's go home."

So what did you think? Believe it or not, I was shooting for under a thousand words this time. Well, you guys know that I kind of get carried away with my Makorra. ;) Don't we all? Reviews are loved the people who write them even more so.

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