korra fontaine 水族 (aerophobic) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-02-26 20:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, avatar korra, mako |
Who: Mako and Korra
When: The start of Wonderland Weekend
Where: Orange County
What: Mako was worried about Korra going out and walking her dog. They talk, fight, and then make out. Like usual.
Rating: PG-13 for language and mackage.
Status: Complete.
The joys of owning a dog were many: happy looks whenever you come home, the joys of playing fetch, cuddles when you’re feeling down, and having a best friend who will never let you down. But one of the downsides (one she’d never expected she’d have to think about)? Having to take that dog out for a walk when the world has changed to a creepy version of Wonderland.
No, really. Naga and Korra were the best of friends. Korra loved her like she’d love any human, but man did she not want to take the dog out for a walk today. She’d had a weird enough week as it was, she didn’t really want to take a journey into a brand new world.
But man, pet ownership. Biting the bullet, Korra was now walking through what she believed to be the park near her apartment. She couldn’t really be sure though, as just about everything had changed. Naga, for what it’s worth, was pulling at her leash and trying to sniff everything. Dogs.
“Eugghhhh,” came a voice from the left. And there was Mako -- who for once was not running into Korra accidentally, but instead showing up upon request. He wasn’t sure why, really. I mean, yeah, they’d kind of sucked face the other day, but that didn’t mean they were friends or dating or anything. They were just--- well. Whatever.
“There’s muck -- I think it’s trying to eat my shoes,” he said, trying to wipe the offending stuff off on the top of a mushroom. It didn’t seem to be working.
Naga had once been a white retriever. Now that she was definitely covered in mud, it was hard to describe her that way. She was more mud than fur in that moment. Korra had been tempted to let her go off her leash and give her a bath later, but didn’t want the dog running off when the world had gone a bit weird.
Upon the boy’s arrival, Naga barked and hurried over to him. There was a bit of a feeling starting in her stomach when she saw that he’d actually come. She would never admit to the butterflies. Though Korra was not a weak person, she couldn’t hold back when that dog wanted to go somewhere. She was dragged by the leash over to -- who was he to her? She didn’t even know where to start with that one -- Mako.
“Hey,” she greeted, feeling a bit nervous? Awkward? Not sure how to act around him? Naga was trying to jump up and greet him, excited with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Dogs. “Yeah, it’ll do that. How was the walk?”
He was going to avoid being jumped on this time, because it was bad enough to have all this junk on his shoes, but he wasn’t sure if he could take it if it ended up on his shirt or face. He petted Naga to keep the giant beast from tackling him completely. “It was -- weird,” he said of the walk, because what else could he say? This shit was straight up unnatural. He avoided looking in her eye, because it was also straight up unnatural how damn blue her eyes were.
“Sit, Naga,” she ordered, which the dog followed with a bit of a whine. Could she not be excited to see the other human? Naga loved her humans. She was dog-smiling up at Mako at the pets, barking whenever he stopped. It was something she was good at, getting attention.
“Sorry to drag you out here. I honestly didn’t think you’d come,” she admitted, letting Naga’s leash go slack while the dog was distracted by petting. “But see? I’m fine. I can take care of myself.” She just couldn’t get over the awkward nature of their situation.
Mako suspected that the awkward nature of their situation wouldn’t ever been anything that wasn’t less awkward. He did not voice that opinion, lest she just fucking attack him again. Then again, he had kind of liked the attacking. Hm.
“Yeah, I know,” he said, scratching the back of his neck with his free not-dog-petting hand. “But, you know. Uhm. You asked. Or whatever, so.”
The attacking was fun, Korra would agree. Especially the last part.
“You were worried about me,” she pointed out, taking on that smug look of hers he probably knew well enough now. “I didn’t know you cared.” She was kind of being an asshole, now.
Korra, Mako reflected, was always kind of an asshole.
“I’m worried about everything,” he noted, as if waving off her claims. “The English building turned into a tree.”
“Nope,” she said, shaking her head while she smirked at Mako. “You were definitely specifically worried about me. Guess you don’t hate me after all.”
Mako felt a slight rise in his temper and had to take a little breath to cool it all down again. She was so damn smug sometimes. He didn’t even understand it. “Well,” he said, and it came out a little lamely.
So damn smug, but he liked it. Korra turned to the side and lifted a hand to hide her grin.
Naga was starting to get bored. She whined up at Mako and then looked at Korra, wanting to discover more about this new world. Korra looked at Naga with brows raised, back to Mako, and then motioned to a deeper part of the park mushroom fields. “I want to get back inside as soon as I can. You coming?”
Without waiting for his reply, Naga stood as her best friend pulled on her leash. Time for some adventure, it seemed.
Before Mako could even really reply, they were off. He trailed after Korra and her dog-leader, looking around them even as they walked. This place was fucked, and he’d be happy when the restaurants were back to serving vegetation as opposed to being it.
“Don’t go too far,” he found himself saying. “No telling if we’ll be able to find our way back.”
“Maybe we should trail breadcrumbs behind us,” she suggested, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder. His apprehension about this Wonderland made her want to be more bold about it. Just to piss him off, or maybe to secure those pants she knew she had. While turned toward him, she was smiling when she bumped into something. Unsurprised that she’d wandered into an object (there was just shit everywhere), she went “Oh!” and turned around to come face-to-face with a rather large bug. She hadn’t really had time to figure out what kind of bug it was though, just that it was fucking enormous.
It was a TERRIBLE bug. At least the size of a small bus. Or a helicopter (or so Mako would probably argue and try to maintain later). Letting out a disgusted sort of noise, that belied some worry, he literally pushed Korra out of the way to keep the giant bug from doing whatever it was that giant bugs did to people. Probably eat them.
Turned out, giant insects weren’t really into sudden movement though, because it immediately picked itself up and flew away.
Korra lost her footing when Mako shoved her away from the literally enormous bug. While he probably thought he’d been a bit heroic about it all, it had fallen a bit flat. Landing hard on her back (in the mud -- ew), it knocked the air straight out of her. To add even more salt to the wound, Naga’s leash flew from her hand as well. And the dog, of course, took off after the bug.
Altogether not smooth there, Mako. While she was trying to catch her breath, Korra was wiping the mud from her eyes. And seeing red. “What the FUCK?” Yeah, it was totally called for.
It totally was NOT called for, because. “I just saved your life!” Mako said, his moment of excitement quickly melting away when he spotted her in all the muck and grime. Oh fuck. Naga’s bark could be heard from a distance away. Oh fuck. “You, uh. It could have eaten you.”
Oh fuck indeed. Korra was pushing herself to a seated position, whipping the mud off of her hands and arms (looking quite aggressive about it all). Though Korra knew that Naga would come back, they were now committed to some time to search for the dog.
While not entirely covered in mud, it sure felt like it to Korra, who had given up on wiping it from her face. Her hands and arms were probably the most covered, which led to a quick and easy decision to just let it be for now. “I could have fucking handled it, you didn’t have to push me in the mud!” She sounded livid. She was. Korra really wanted to return the favour to her failed hero.
Chivalry: it was only dead because all girls were jerks, decided Mako, who had to even reason with himself when it came to why he was still right in this particular scenario. “I didn’t know there was mud there. It was a REALLY big bug, man! I was just trying to --- “ he stopped explaining himself though, because what really could be said.
On the other hand, she looked irate and nearly wrathful about it all. It was almost a funny look, considering how messy she was now.
“Trying to what?” She hissed out, trying to push herself up to standing. Which ended in an even more comical slip back into the mud. Korra winced and may have growled a bit at that. Like fuck, this was definitely not funny and she did not need any Three Stooges shit happening right now. “Push me in the mud and have my dog run away into the magical fucking wilderness? Fuck you, Mako. Seriously.” Bad luck, man.
Okay, here was where things got a little interesting. The last time that Korra had been so annoyed at him, Mako had more or less been rewarded for the experience with kisses and a good amount of friction. So even now, while she was slipping and sliding in the mud and cursing him and his good name, or whatever, Mako’s stomach was sort of fluttering uncomfortably.
Because he had no damn idea what to expect. He knew it was probably stupid, but he offered her a hand to help her up. She could just as easily pull him into the mud as she could stand and punch him. Or kiss him. This was awful. “Chill out,” he said, slipping into a tone of arrogance in order to hide his confusion. “We’ll find your dog.”
At least he wasn’t laughing. He might have gotten a swift kick to the nuts if he’d been laughing. Korra wasn’t good at getting mocked. She tended to lash out. She was purposefully ignoring what he’d said in that moment though, because she was pretty sure she wouldn’t have enough traction in the mud to punch him in the stomach right there. Logic.
Taking the hand that was offered with one of her own (frankly, mud-covered), it slipped out of his grip once before she’d even begun lifting. Swearing, she flicked away some of the offending wet dirt before trying again. She stood this time, and then looked down. God, she was filthy. She might even have to throw out her clothes, unsure if her laundry could handle the shit she was covered in. She’d definitely have to be hosed off.
Glaring through the dirt at the boy in front of her, Korra lifted her more-clean hand (wiping it on a dry part of her shirt on the way) and inserted two fingers into her mouth. She whistled loudly, right in Mako’s ear, calling for her best friend. And, while he was distracted, may have reached and smeared his face with her muddier hand.
She smirked at that one.
Ugh, she was such a bitch. Mako glowered silently as he took a step away from her shrill whistle and wiped his cheek off with the edge of his sleeve -- admittedly having to resist the urge to push her back down into the mud. Then again, if he did that, he’d probably die. No amount of spite was worth death. Well, none that he knew of anyway.
Korra rolled her eyes at Mako’s glower. She was fucking covered in mud, could he not just take one smudge of the stuff on his cheek? Apparently he really was the model type. She knew it. It was something that seriously pissed her off (and was oddly appealing at the same time?) about Mako. “You’re such a fucking pretty boy,” she told him, sounding just a bit venomous.
Hearing Naga’s barks as she was running back to the pair, Korra looked away from Mako and began stepping around him. She hadn’t thought that, on her way up from the mud, her feet hadn’t ended up on a stable surface. They slipped out from under her.
And she went down. Again. She reached out instinctively for a stable object, being Mako, and pulled in an attempt to stabilize.
Mako nearly had a good retort on his lips to her commentary about his “prettiness”, but it all went down the proverbial shitter the second she decided to fall over again and take him with her. Because, clearly, she did it on purpose.
With her grip on his arm, he fell right over into the muck and the grime and the utter shittiness, and yeah, okay, it was kind of true: he sort of was a pretty boy. This was all very upsetting. Even more so when Naga showed back up and started licking his face.
“I hate you,” he said, and not for the first time.
Landing with a glorious mud slap/splash, Korra was laughing so hard she couldn’t form words. She was already dirty, so she didn’t really mind falling back in the mud. Watching Mako come with her had been an added perk. She hadn’t even meant to pull him down! Grabbing him had been meant to steady herself, not get revenge. But she felt the satisfying tingle of redemption, and was laughing loudly at her luck.
Suck it, Mako.
Mako splashed his hands against the mud in terrible frustration. Everything was ruined forever, she had to realize. She had to.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t handle getting dirty. Really. He’d prefer not to, but it wasn’t like that was the exact end of the world or anything. It was the fact that she seemed to just enjoy the hell out of his suffering. He hadn’t laughed at her.
“Ugh, shuttup,” he said, and dropped a handful of mud on the top of her head. Because, you know, he was kind of five.
Really? Really? Was he fucking serious? Laughter now abated, she wiped away the mud he’d dropped, rose up onto her knees and spun to face him. Picking up a handful of mud, she held it up as if she was going to throw it. Right at his (amazingly handsome) ugly face. “Hey! As if I’m not fucking covered in mud already! Seriously?”
For some reason that made Mako give a wicked, amused sort of grin. “Then what’s it even matter? You can’t get less dirty as it is.” Seriously. It was possible that he was just testing the limits of her annoyance to see where it led them. Maybe.
Testing and succeeding. She scowled at him and let the mud loose, lifting her eyebrows at him as if to say ‘what now?’
They were really unnecessarily mean to each other sometimes. Scratch that, all the time.
Dodging mud while you were ass deep in it turned out to be more difficult than expected; even as Mako tried to move out of the way, he slipped further until he was quite unexpectedly laying flat on his back. In the guck. And the mud she’d thrown ended up -- well. Directly in his face. He was pretty sure it was in his mouth. Perhaps, he thought, it had not been a good idea to instigate. This was disgusting.
He turned around enough to spit and cough it out. “Don’t you dare laugh,” he told the girl who he hated enough to want to kiss constantly.
She was grinning now. “Ha, ha, ha,” she said, no humour in her tone, entirely just to piss him off. These two were dumb. Seriously dumb. Leaning over him, she was just staring him down. “Are you pissed or something, pretty boy? Think getting pushed into the mud is so great now?” Ugh, just kiss him already.
Mako just stared right back up at her, probably for a little longer than he should have. His silence was hardly defying though, and so he gave her a flat, bored sort of expression. “Yeah, well,” he said finally, “I didn’t see you saving me from and huge bugs, which is something I might have been grateful for.”
“Grateful?” she asked, rolling her eyes again. Grabbing his collar, originally intending to give him an aggressive shake, she was suddenly reminded of the other night. Why was that nervous feeling stirring in her stomach? Her expression softened a bit. “My fucking hero,” she muttered, glancing down at his mud-covered lips. And then, not knowing exactly what her impulses were thinking, she pulled Mako’s head up with help from the collar of his shirt, plastering her lips against his.
Okay, the mud tasted gross. But otherwise, this could turn out pretty well.
Yessssss. I mean. Oh, this again?
Again, Mako kissed her back, and a little part of him thought that he was finally kind of getting what this was all about. She got angry enough and Korra seemed to lose her reservations about - well. Whatever. And then she’d kiss him.
It did not occur to him, even as he slipped his muddy hands around her muddy waist, that they could skip the fighting, screaming and mud slinging phases in order to get to the end result. Probably because they were dumb.
Letting go of Mako’s collar, she followed his lips down as she put her hands on his chest, leaning on him as if he might try to push away. Which, apparently, he had no intent on doing. When he put his hands on her hips, she was smirking against the lips locked to hers. He definitely enjoyed this too, then.
After a few moments, Korra leaned back to catch a breath and rearrange. Throwing a leg over him, she leaned back over him and continued her assault.
Naga had given up on the humans long ago, and was playing fetch by herself with a stick she’d found. Really, Korra should have been much more concerned. But the dog was smart, and she was busy, so she could wait.
Dog? What dog? Mako didn’t know no dogs, man. And anyway, he was busy.
The way Korra was now positioned over him literally made him forget he was laying in the mud, and that should have concerned him except he didn’t stop to think about it. Sliding his hands up the side of her thighs, he once again rested them on her hips. He leaned up just enough to catch her lips in a kiss again. Because she totally deserved another, or something.
Or something. They both apparently deserved a solid few minutes of ‘anothers,’ as Korra moved around in Mako’s lap and deepened the kiss. She lifted her head when she had to breathe, placing her muddy forehead against his while doing just that. Breathing. God, he was good at that. “All signs are pointing to you not really hating me.” Just sayin. She was having trouble thinking in that moment.
“No,” Mako agreed, with the air of someone who had known that all along, even though he really totally hadn’t, but that wasn’t the point, man. At this point, he might have thought to turn his head a little in order to nibble at her ear, except they were a mess and no thanks.
“And all signs are point to the fact that you’re never really annoyed with me.” Probably not true.
“Oh, I’m always annoyed with you,” she said, raising an eyebrow. Korra pressed a quick peck to his lips before sitting back, pushing some of her muddy hair out of her face. Now that she was smiling down at Mako, it seemed her entire mood had shifted. “Should we go clean this mud off?”
Mako wasn’t sure if he liked it better when her hair was pulled back, or let down. Maybe both? He was pretty sure he’d like to see it down and wet though. Like, in a shower. Or ... you know. “Yes,” he said, giving a stupid but emphatic nod. “Yes. I do.”
Korra was grinning at that, leaning forward to push herself up to standing. She offered a hand to Mako, still straddling the man who both infuriated and fascinated her. She couldn’t decide which better described their relationship (or whatever it was?), so she ignored it for now. “Come on, then.”