Makorra Scarf

He sighed as he sat waiting for her. She was supposed to be ready by now, but apparently, she didn't get the message. Or she was just "too busy" elsewhere.

"I'm almost done," she said as she emerged from the bathing room.

He glanced up at her and knew she wasn't going to be done anytime soon. Her hair was still wet and she had a towel around her. "I doubt you're 'almost done' Korra," he said. "You aren't even dressed."

"I'll be fine."

She started to move away from him, but he blocked her. She frowned and crossed her arms, expecting him to move. He would have said something, but he was a little distracted with a thought that crept up.

"Mako, you can move now. If you don't, I won't be able to get dressed. And if I'm not dressed, then we'll be late. You know I can't be late."

"I know." He removed his red scarf and held it in his hands for a moment. He could hear her sighing and wanting him to move, but he didn't. Instead, he quickly wrapped the scarf around her and held onto her hands. "I'll save you from the rebels."

She arched an eyebrow. "Is that supposed to do something?"

"I don't know." He shrugged. "I heard it worked for someone a long time ago. I thought it was worth a shot."

"Whatever it was, it didn't work. Now let me go so I can finish."

He opened his mouth to say something, but didn't. He meant to tell her, but wasn't sure how she would respond. Or maybe she would think he did it on purpose when he wrapped the scarf around her. He didn't. Not that he minded that it happened, but still… she was the Avatar and would kill him – literally – if she found out he did this on purpose.

Instead, he kissed her. He felt her resist the kiss and then return his kiss. He thought about pulling away from her, but decided against it. He enjoyed kissing her too much. Besides, once he pulled away, he would have to deal with the fact that during his 'I'll save you from the rebels' scarf attempt, her towel dropped. It was not his fault either. But that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the view.