A.N: I own nothing. No-thing. One word prompt: Play.
They were arguing when the younger Ferret brother walked into the gym.
Of course, they were always fighting. He'd obviously walked in at the end of the fight, because Korra was yelling at the top of her lungs and Mako's hands were starting to smoke.
"I think you're just scared! The hero of Pro-Bending, running like a coward with his tail between his legs!"
"Korra, I don't want to play with you right now."
"Okay, that was probably a poor choice of words, but…"
"Did I hear you right, bro?" Bolin had recovered from the initial silence (and subsequent laughing fest) after Mako's latest misinterpreted remark. "If you can't control yourself in the gym, maybe it's better if you stay away from Korra for a few days. You must learn self control, grasshopper." He said solemnly.
"That's not how I meant it!"
"Really? 'Cuz I don't know how else to take it." Korra's eyes were glinting, her smirk going from ear to ear. "What do you think, Bolin?"
"I think that's exactly how he meant it." Bolin's mouth twitched as he tried not to smile.
Mako groaned. So much for brotherly love. "Okay, when I said 'play with you', I didn't mean it like—"
"What, so you don't want to play with me?" Korra pouted, moving closer to the very uncomfortable Firebender. "I'm hurt. Deeply." She took another step, less than a foot away from Mako. "You don't think I'm pretty? Is that it?" Her eyes were innocent and wide.
He shook his head. "Uh-uh. There is no good way to answer that."
"Really?" She stepped closer, her face inches away from his. "I think there is." He voice was barely a whisper as she leaned in.
His pulse quickened, and he half closed his eyes—
-And then felt her warm breath on his ear. "Judging by your blush, I think that question's answered." She stepped back, grinning evilly. "Gotcha."
He frowned down at her, ignoring Bolin's raucous laughter from behind Korra and fervently hoping she was kidding about him blushing. "Yeah, yeah, the Avatar's a comedienne."
"Don't you forget it," She laughed. "Weren't you going to go talk to what's-his-name that runs the gym?"
"Yeah, yeah. Don't stay down here too late, you two." Mako left the gym, the double doors gliding shut behind him.
She giggled. "Jeez, you think he'd never been teased before."
"Not your particular brand of teasing, that's for sure." Bolin threw a few more earth-disks at the net, one nearly breaking as it clattered to the ground. "Whoops."
They practiced for fifteen more minutes, until she realized how late it was. "Crap, I gotta get home."
Bolin nodded, stopping to wipe his forehead. "I'm going to stay down here for a bit—work on dodging with the dummies. See ya tomorrow!"
"Bye!" Korra pushed out the door and walked down towards her 'exit window', as Bolin had dubbed it. She was just about to jump out, starting to pull the water toward her when she heard a cough behind her.
"You're a little late." Mako was leaning against the wall, the smallest smirk on his face. "Shouldn't you be home by now?"
"Shouldn't you be upstairs?" Korra returned, hands on her hips. "Why were you waiting here, anyway?"
He stood up, taking three steps towards her until they were nearly as close as they'd been back in the gym. "Maybe I wanted to say good-bye."
"You already said goodbye in the—" she cut off as he cupped her face with one hand, leaning closer, eyes closed. She let her own eyes fall closed, leaning in slightly—
-Only to hear a soft chuckle in her ear.
"That would be playing with you." Mako straightened and brushed past her, definitely smirking this time. "Good night, Avatar."
She glared after him, her hands itching to throw a fireball at his back. She settled for a glare, then threw herself out into the dark ocean, heading towards home.
A.N: Tell me what you think. Also, too similar to Can't Be Caught (my other Makorra)?