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Characters: Korra (

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Date: Various
Location: Various
Situation: VARIOUS
Warnings/Rating: Blood, Physical shock, Nudity, Dumb Teenagers.

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skericide. Her usual hangouts are at her dojo in Wood, her suite ME-2A, the hospital in Metal, Jack's Fishing Shop in Water, or the Brazen Turtle in the center of Keeliai. But Korra can be at any sector on just about any day. Prose or brackets, they're both good!)

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"But you said-" She had to cut herself short. Because he was giving her that look and because he was sick. Arguing wasn't going to make his head clear up. But boy, she wanted to point out that he said that it went with the rice. The rice that was cooking.

Bending down, she guessed that was the steamer. It did have two parts.

"Double pot is a steamer. Okay." Why couldn't he just have normal food like she did?

Animal meat and stews. Filled with sea prunes and animal meat. And rice, with fish on it.

But she figured this one out. Steam came from water, so all she had to do was put water in the bottom pot. Of the double, pot-thing. Steamer, whatever.

"All right, got it. Want me to just boil it now?"

Misunderstandings the whole way. He nodded in response, the miso soup completely forgotten about due to its complexity. Now that she seemed to be getting everything he had together, he decided to relax against the chair, and shrugged the blankets higher.

"Give it 15 minutes, for the dumplings."

He wasn't going to tell her how long to cook rice, she seemed to be managing that well enough on her own.

"or I could just boil the water now so they can steam?" Quick route. Her bending was right there to be used. The rice was simple enough, and even though she offered the bending option; Korra was sure what the answer was.

After setting the stove for both pots, she limped over to where he was. Her leg didn't sting nearly as much as yesterday thanks to the wound being seared shut. Meaning she could focus on him instead of her.

"Think that healing did its job?" she asked casually as she tucked his scarf around his neck.

He more felt her hands messing with his scarf than really saw them, despite his eyes being open and him being, ostensibly, awake. He looked up at her, and tried to offer somewhat of a smile, though it faded fast. "Don't know," he admitted honestly.

He still felt terrible-- and looked it to. His hair was a wreck, and his skin was still pale, while the temperature coming from him was burning, though not quite to the extent that it had been the other day. But only just barely. He was conscious, and hanging on, and he was glad she was there with him, even if he knew he'd be telling her to heal herself, not him under normal circumstances.

It was hard for him to realize he was as sick as he was. He never got sick, so the sheer helplessness was bewildering. "While that's cooking, I'm gonna go change..."

Even though he was looking better than yesterday, he did look fairly horrible still. After brushing away the stray hairs that were on his forehead, Korra stood up and observed him. If she could break that fever, then her healing might have a stronger effect.

"Alright, I can get yours washed with some clean water later." She held out her hand to help him up again. If they both had trouble walking to the kitchen, then they'd have just as much walking back.

He nodded, and used her hand to leverage the energy he needed to stand up. Standing up was still a chore, as evidenced by how he almost pulled too hard and put himself over the edge, but he caught himself. Partially by catching Korra's shoulder before he fell flat on his face.

He'd accept her help to his room, but he knew that her being there while he changed was... something. Wrong? They weren't dating, right? It was hard to keep everything straight. "Sorry."

"Easy there." Korra placed her hand on his forearm after he clasped her shoulder. Letting him go back by himself wasn't an option, not when he had trouble standing. "Don't be. I'm a healer, sorry is something we should be hearing."

Keeping him steady, she walked him back to the room. Slowly of course, between his less than stable gait and her limp; they'd get there in due time. The food she could come back to once he was changed.

Once they crossed the threshold to his room, he tossed aside the cover, back to the bed where it belonged. A bed that was looking more and more inviting as time passed. But first he had to peel off the clothes from yesterday, just as a matter of comfort. He didn't think about how Korra was still there as he stepped forward, his hands pulling off the shirt and tossing it aside.

Something extremely off for someone who was as much a neat freak as Mako could be. But then he remembered that Korra was there and froze for a second.

On the one hand, she'd seen him naked plenty of times. On the other, they weren't dating. Right? His head was burning and felt like it was full of clouds.

"Give me a minute."

Any time Korra casually tossed her jacket when she was visiting his suite, she would usually get a reaction out of Mako. Cleanliness was his thing, and sometimes she did it on purpose just to get a rise out of him.

But now, seeing him just discard it to get cooler; even though he was burning up?

Korra looked down in thought after he spoke. They weren't dating and they weren't together. This was an invasion of privacy, and she would have expected him to do respect that if she was changing.

Circumstances changed everything. It would be her fault if she left him alone to change and he ended up hurting himself by losing his balance. Even though they had seen each other nude, and then some, Korra wasn't about to use that as an argument.

"Sorry." She returned that apology he gave her earlier. For invading his personal space when she had to. Both as a healer, and a friend. "Go ahead and change."

Her apology was not what he was expecting, and there was a part of him that wanted to be firmer with her and tell her no. But that part was too tired to really argue, and he instead looked aside, before stumbling forward and grabbing the clothes he needed from the dresser. He just tossed them onto the bed, and pushed the drawers shut.

Then, he sat on the bed, heavy. His hands went to his pants, shaky, but hurriedly trying to rid himself of them, and of the boxers underneath. He needed fresh clothes, even if he could barely focus on changing. Somehow he managed, though, and he knew he'd have to stand up again to get anything else on.

A heavy hand reached over to the clothes he'd set aside, and he picked out a new change of boxers. He stood up to put them on and then fell back onto the bed, again.

As soon as he began to stumble, Korra took a step forward as best she could to catch him if he fell. And then she was sure she made the right decision. He was in no condition to be unsupervised, and she would have felt a lot worse for it.

Korra looked up at his shoulder when he took off his pants, a hint of color went to her cheeks. Sick as he was, seeing him like that only reminded Korra that it had been five months since they had- since she had been physically intimate. With him. The only person she had ever been with. Her peripheral vision wasn't doing her any favors right now.

Thankfully, he was going to put some boxers on and put a stop to that.

"Mako!" She hurried as best she could forward and went to pull him back up to a sitting position. "Are you okay?" She needed to know if he was more dizzy than before. Taking the boxers out of his hand, she took a deep breath and readied to put them on him.

Falling was easy. But it was Korra who pulled him up, and through the burning haze that was his head, she was the only one he could focus on right then, not even on his state of undress. He leaned forward against her, barely able to hold himself up.

She was helping him, though. She was there, her hand was on his, though he didn't register that it was for the clothes. What had been the case in the kitchen was still the case there.

"Korra..."

And then he leaned forward and kissed her.

She looked over at him, ready to hear if he was okay when she felt his lips on hers, and she had an instant of brain shutdown.

But it was only an instant and Korra felt her stomach try to climb upwards. For five months, she had been without anything, not even so much as a kiss. Like this one.

Her hand reached up into his hair and she parted her lips to kiss him back. A need to have that part of her, the one that had been neglected, finally be released was too strong. She placed her knee onto the bed and leaned forward into him, moving her lips to find every part of his. Rediscover them all over again.

He was hot from the fever, but her face getting warm from more than just that. Korra's passion was hotter than any knew, save for Mako.

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Kissing was something he could react to, even in his fevered state. When Korra pressed forward, he leaned against that, and pressed his lips against hers, his tongue and hot breath darting across her lips, before pressing into her mouth. It was like second nature, being with her again.

Though he wasn't thinking so much as impulsively acting. Perhaps this was the capstone of his entire moment of weakness, being with her and kissing her.

A hand reaches, shaky, under her chin to pull her closer to him. His sickness obvious even through the kissing, that he has to break to breath out hot breaths, his shaking hands, and the unsteady way that he kisses back. She can feel his body shiver.

A sharp tingle darted straight down to the very core of her belly when she felt his tongue press into her mouth and she couldn't fight the urge to do the same. Hot breath for hot breath, she hungrily kissed him back; deeply as she could manage. His touch only encouraging her.

She could feel him shaking, and she pressed her body to his, let him leech off her own body warmth even though he was burning up. Thinking was taking a back seat and she brought both her hands up to the sides of his head.

This moment was helping him somehow, she wasn't quite sure how, but she'd figure it out later.

This was a bad idea. Even his fever addled brain could work through that much, though it was slow to process. In the meantime, there was still her, though he was somewhere between wanting to push her away for being too hot, and pull her closer because the rest of the room was too cold.

But his brain was catching up with him (though he was certainly out of breath, which was kind of sad), and he pulled back from her. Something had just occurred to him, and he realized he didn't know how long they'd been kissing.

Which meant...

"Korra, what about the food...?"

Caught up in the moment and practically bowled over from heightened sensitivity, both emotional and physical, after five months; Korra chased after him when he started to pull away.

But the words caused her eyes to snap open and stare at him for a brief instant.

Crap. CRAPCRAPCRAP!

"The food!" As quickly as she could, Korra climbed off him and put her hands up. "Don't do anything that might get you hurt." She lingered just long enough to look at him, fully nude and she bit her lip. Then she turned and hurried back to the kitchen.

What was she even thinking? He was a sick mess and wasn't even thinking straight.

Apparently neither was she.

When she got there, Korra quickly turned off the stove and put the food away. As soon as she closed the refrigerator, Korra thunked her head onto the door. She probably should have just brought it over to him.

...after resting her head there for a moment, trying to clear her head, Korra limped her way back to the bedroom.

With her gone, he could at least get the boxers and sweatpants he'd pulled out on, even if it was slower than he would've liked. But not slow enough that he couldn't lay back down and pull the covers back over himself.

And fall asleep.

It was really easy, since he had been teetering on the edge between consciousness and unconsciousness for awhile.

When she got to the doorway, Korra let out a suppressed breath that had a hint of exhaustion. Under the covers and fast asleep. She shook her head, both at him and herself.

Him for obvious reasons, herself for wanting to come back and pick up where they left off.

"...no, Korra." Said to herself as she walked over and climbed carefully onto the bed. He was warm, too warm, but she moved close to him put her head next to his. This was the weirdest situation she'd ever been in, and that was saying a lot considering where her life on Tu Vishan had taken her.

Eventually her confusion gave in to her being tired from the short hours of sleep she got, and Korra fell asleep.

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