... It's so difficult to speak.
"I don't mind." She repeats herself for a reason that she herself isn't even completely sure of.
He stares at her. Hard. Korra wants to run and bang her head into the nearest tree for even suggesting this.
"Are you serious?" He's completely flabbergasted, that much she can tell from the way that eyebrows shoot up almost into his hair. It's comical, but she doesn't laugh.
"Yes," she says seriously, she attempts to look into his eyes but he avoids her, awkwardly staring at the ground. The light of the moonlight reflects off of his eyes making them seem very bright. He's at war with himself.
He moves to sit down. It's then that he stares at her, his
Mako coughs, "You're going to stay?" He's embarrassed and surprised, that much she can tell, but he also hasn't told her to fuck off yet which is a good sign.
She licks her lips, which are surprisingly dry in this moment. It's that same mixture of guilt and desire that makes her want to stay. It might have been her curiosity but she wants to see this side of him more, wants to see so wanton and so completely out of control as he was a moment ago. She wants to see him happy.
"If you don't mind," she whispers. Their eyes lock and she can see fear and uncertainty radiating off of him in waves. The lust that he feels seem to win out, however, when his eyes droop in a way that she's never seen. The way that he's looking at her now causes her to flush and for the heat to...