SURPRISE! I UPDATED WITHOUT WARNING ANY OF YOUUUU :D anyway, I know it's short, but I wanted to give you guys something for making you wait so long. But upcoming chapters should have some action in them (not specifying what kind ;D) But yeah I hope you all enjoy this and so, sooooooo sorry for the wait.

The Morning After

"Mako? Pssst, Mako. Wake up!"

Groaning, I roll over, half-heartedly swatting at whoever thinks it's okay to wake me up after babysitting. Fucking babysitting. It almost makes me never want to have children just thinking about it. Who knew they could scream that loud? And how could it possibly be considered healthy to be able to fart that much? Disgusting.

"Makoooo. I know you can hear me."

It's strange, almost like I'm hearing out loud what goes through my head every morning. My own voice scolding me to wake up...

That's something I could honestly say I would have never thought I'd hear.

"Hmmm?" I finally groan angrily, curling tighter into myself and pressing my head into a pillow. My pillow laughs slightly though, and my eyes shoot open instantly. Korra's looking down at me with a sleepy gaze in her amber eyes, raven hair mussed still from earlier- wait, is it still Friday? I can't tell since it's dark outside -and the tiniest of smiles is on her lips. It takes me a minute to fully grasp that my head is resting on her stomach, and her hand is combing through my hair again, and I'm so incredibly comfortable that I really don't want to move, despite how weird the situation is.

"Good morning," she chuckles, probably because she's noticed the surprised and completely confused look on my face.

"How did I get here, where are the kids, and why am I laying on you?"

"No good morning for me? Fine," she pouts, but continues to answer me anyway. "You fell asleep while I was playing with your hair, and then Tenzin stopped by to pick them up. I moved you onto the couch after that and I drifted off after a while too. Is there something wrong with this position?" The small smile on her lips grows into a fuller, more cocky one.

"Yeah, there is," I say shortly, sitting up and adjusting my shirt, which had ridden up in the middle of my nap, and trying to hide the blush on my cheeks. Spirits, this body gets flustered easily.

"You looked pretty happy while you were sleeping. Dreaming of me, city boy?"

"You can't call me that anymore. And no, I wasn't, but it looks like you were," I flick my eyes down to her crotch and return her smirk. It's probably just "morning" wood, but it wouldn't be the first time I've dreamt about Korra and had a similar reaction.

"N-no!" She stutters, now realizing my implications and adjusting her legs to conceal that spot. "This damn thing just has a mind of its own, I swear."

"Pretty much," I shrug. "You're just supposed to give it what it wants, and then everything stays put. For the most part."

"I don't think you'd be okay with what it wants, but maybe that's just me."

I'm a little caught off guard by her… honesty, I guess you could call it, but really I should be getting used to it. It's clear things like this are going to be a common topic of conversation until things are back to normal, whether either of us want to admit it or not.

"You really think so?" I don't mean for it to sound like a challenge, but it does.

"I know so."

"Try me."

Korra looks at me with raised eyebrows. I've basically just welcomed her to seduce me, and even I'm a bit impressed and shocked by my boldness.

I can see her thinking it over, as if she's actually considering doing it. She chews her lip for a moment, then asks, "Will you get mad?"

"No." I… don't think I meant to say that out loud.

Her surprised look softens into a more concentrated, thoughtful one as she leans forward, "You promise? I mean, things are already complicated enough as-"

I don't know why, but my body is just screaming for me to move forward and I… well, I kiss her. But I'm not really kissing her, I'm kissing me, but the sensation it creates is just as arousing as it used to be when it was the right way. My lips feel a lot different than hers, and I can feel the stubble on her chin when I bring a hand up to hold her in place. The need that's softly aching between my legs feels nothing like a boner, but the desire is all the same. It's what holds me there for longer than necessary, and way longer than her or I intend.

Okay, I may intended it a little but that's aside from the point.

But the more important part is that she kisses me back. In the back of my mind, there's a small voice telling me that she's right, and that kissing her will probably confuse me and complicate the hell out of this situation, but the more dominant hormones within me are saying that this is good. This is more than good, actually. This is what I've wanted ever since we broke up. It feels like it's been years since I've been able to do this, but at the same time, it's so far from what I've been wishing for.

"Mako," she pulls away, but only far enough that she can speak, "you're not helping. In fact, you've made it worse."

I can't help but laugh, because I know exactly what she's talking about. "Welcome to my world, Avatar. Imagine dealing with that for a year. Every single time you kissed me."

"I think I could manage. You're just weak."

"Weak, huh," I brush my lips to hers again, making sure it's not close enough to be a full kiss, "I know exactly how to make you weak, so don't test me."

My pulse is beating excessively loud in my head, and I'm having trouble comprehending how fast this has all happened, and why, why it all has to happen now. The intensity of Korra's concealed feelings towards me is so strong in this body that I know it must be the same for her. She must feel it too, and that's why she's okay with this. Or at least, I'm assuming it's okay since she hasn't bended my ass to the moon yet.

"Well, if my logic is correct, then it doesn't matter what you know about me. It's what you know about yourself. After all, you're playing in a whole new arena now, mister." Her eyes simmer with confidence, her gaze so strong that I don't dare look away.

"Good think I'm a pro, then," I murmur, imitating that same look in her fiery stare. I'm definitely challenging her now; if she wants more, then she's going to have to do something about it herself. I don't want this to turn into a one-sided thing, one of us feeling more than the other, sort of like the last time.

Actually, a lot like last time. Which was not a good experience for me.

It's easy to see the contemplation in her eyes; her natural tendency to explore her curiosity is overwhelming her. She probably is just as intrigued by the idea of kissing herself as I am. She leans forward again, and this time presses her lips more firmly to mine. Wow this is a bad idea. This is a terrible idea, actually, because what better way is there to fuck with the already confusing beyond belief relationship between me and Korra than by essentially setting a time bomb on the shit-ton of sexual tension already between us? The answer is none, because just this is enough to do the trick.

Clearly my mind is in other places while Korra continues kissing me, a strong, calloused hand weaving through my hair and holding me close, the other settling on my waist. She's aggressive, just like she always used to be, but with even more strength now. Her lips take mine eagerly, her warm breath invades my mouth, and it feels like we're both about to surrender our self-control and give in to the nagging urges within.

Korra pulls away with a gasp, eyes wide and regretful. Dammit! She's upset. And it's my fault.

Fucking great.

"We need to stop," she breathes.

"Right," I agree quickly, nodding my head.

"You know, for the team."

"Right, yeah-"

"For the team, yeah-"

"Yeah.

It's ridiculous how fast my lips are against hers again, prying them open and forcing my tongue inside her hot mouth. She gasps at my aggression, but easily matches my pace and pushes back with as much force. She's quickly figuring out her advantages over me though, and the hand guiding my waist tightens and pulls me closer. My skin pinches under his grip where there's probably going to be a bruise tomorrow. Each breathe through my nose comes out heavy and shuddering as that aching just below my stomach grows stronger and stronger.

I want her.

I want her so fucking bad it hurts.

She's shaking, I can feel it as her arm encircles me and the hand caressing my hair turns into a death grip. "Ma… Mako-" she rasps into my lips, "stah… s-stop. We hah-… have to stop."

"Please, Korra please no," I almost beg between kisses. Maybe I'm being too obvious with my emotions, but if she hasn't figured out how I feel about her by now then I've got other things to worry about. She moans at my words, and now I'm almost one hundred percent certain that I will be having sex with the woman I love tonight and just the thought is more than I can handle. My hand moves to hem of her sweats, sliding under her tank, and I can feel the thin trail of hair leading down from her naval to exactly where I want to be.

A hand suddenly stops mine though, and I open my eyes reluctantly to see a soft but serious look on Korra's face. I know what she wants, and the last thing I want to do is make her hate me, so I slide my hand away. I can't meet her gaze now, because I feel like a stupid, horny teenager again who can't control his hormones instead of an adult.

"Mako," she whispers, her voice still hoarse with arousal, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just- I don't want to put the team at stake. We can't do this."

I'm so disappointed, and I know she can tell, but I don't want to make her uncomfortable. "You're right," I sigh, and she looks surprised when I say it. "I'm sorry I lost control. It's just that I… I miss you, Korra. I know I see you every day, but I miss you so much."

"Mako, you sh-"

"HELLOOOO REPUBLIC CITAYYY!"

Korra jumps at the noise, and it takes me a second to realize that it's Bolin who is causing the ruckus. "Dammit," I huff, looking away from Korra as I feel my cheeks grow hot. She pulls her hands off of me quickly and slides further away just as Bo walks into the living room.

Correction; stumbles into the living room.

"Wassup my favoritest teammates ever? Hope I'm not interrupting anything too steamy," he slurs, slumping against the wall and wagging an eyebrow at us. A young looking, raven-haired girl walks in behind him and puts a delicate hand on his shoulder. She gives a sly smile to us, then glances over at my brother.

"Bobo, aren't you going to introduce me?" Her voice is low and sultry, and her eyes are half-lidded in a seductive gaze. It doesn't surprise me that Bolin was able to find her in a crowd.

"Yeah, sure! That's my big bro, Mako and that's Korra, his lady friend. If ya know what I mean," he chuckles, and I'm already fed up with his antics.

"Bolin," I nearly spit, "didn't I tell you I don't want you getting drunk? You could get in serious trouble."

"Chill out, Kor. What's the big deal?" He looks at me quizzically, a little too confused in his state. "You were drinking the other night too."

There's a short silence, and I realize I made a stupid mistake. Korra cuts in though right before it gets too awkward, "She's just trying to look out for you Bo. Just like I am. She knows I get worried when you drink and she's just wants to help."

"Exactly," I nod, quickly giving Korra a silent "thank you".

"I'm not a little kid guys," Bolin says with a drunken smile and winks at his date, "you don't have to babysit me anymore. You guys can have your private time, and I'll have mine."

The girl giggles as he takes her by the hand and leads her to his room. He's right, I can't tell him not to, but it still makes me more angry than it should. When the door closes behind them I have to stop myself from shooting spewing jets of flames at it. Korra must be able to sense my frustration and puts her hand on my shoulder. Things are just not going my way tonight.

"Hey, it's okay. He's gonna be fine."

"If he thinks he's an adult now, then he's gonna be in for a hell of a surprise when he has to grow up," I mutter, hardly hearing her.

It's silent again, aside from the annoying giggles coming from Bolin's room, which makes me want to vomit. I'm sure Korra has no idea what to say to me know, not only because I made the whole thing with Bo awkward, but because I practically told her that I still wanted her. And she never said anything back.

Fuck.

It would be completely idiotic of me to think she ever would. Just a hopeless dream, really. And now I'm so embarrassed that I even said anything in the first place, because now she's probably thinking about how glad she is that she broke up with me in the first place. I'm too clingy and rash and just so-

"Mako."

I look up at her, and I realize there are tears on my cheeks, and my fists are clenched within flames, and now I probably seem even more pathetic. I'm a wreck, and that's all she probably thinks about me.

"What?

"I-um…"

"If you're going to apologize again then save it. It's no use," I stand up, refusing to look at her. "I'm going to bed.

Knowing Korra, she's probably going to be upset with me for being so dramatic, but I just can't deal with this right now. I leave without another word, striding to my bedroom. I reach out to open the door, but her voice stops me, quiet and hesitant.

"Do you want me to come with?"

I freeze, my face, if possible, grows even more red than before, and all I want to do is say yes. But I'm terrified. I don't want to scare her away just when things could possibly get better. I'm stuck in an internal debate for too long, and I'm sure she probably assumes I don't want her to by now.

I force myself to stutter out, "Y-yes," just barely loud enough for her to hear.

Fabric shifts in the other room, and before I know it she's next to me and opening the door, taking me by the hand and pulling me inside. I blindly follow her, trying not to overthink it. She lays down and leads me beside her, taking the sheets and throwing it over us. It should be me doing all of this, making her comfortable, pulling her against me as we fall asleep, but instead I let her do it. I don't feel like me in this body anyway. She wraps an arm over my side and pulls me close, almost nose to nose. I keep my eyes closed, afraid of letting more tears out and of seeing the look on her face. We lay there in silence for a long time, both of us unwilling to break it. I'm almost asleep when I finally hear one last whisper.

"You wanna blow off some steam tomorrow?"

I answer without thinking.

"Yes."