Makorra One-Shots

Mako x Korra - Reflection

She did all she could. Hours worth of healing, and Mako would still have the pink pigment of a scar on his left arm for the rest of his life.

"I'm so sorry.", she said, dumping the water down the drain of the tub.

He sat on the edge next to her. His back was killing him with no support for the last 20 minutes.

"Heh, it's fine. Better than losing the whole arm.", he said, trying to see the bright side.

She smiled slightly. But she knew how he was so disappointed on the inside. For the last two weeks of her trying to get rid of the scar, Mako had barely done anything with his left arm, as if he was afraid to. That his arm was a curse, and if something dare touch it...who knows.

"Mako.", she said, trying to get his attention.

"Korra, does my scar bother you?", he asked.

She paused. She look a glance at his skin. Really the only thing that changed was the color. He still had his strength, his bending, and is hand had gotten softer from all her healing.

"You did something that helped take down that mechagiant. It would've destroyed the city without the sacrifice you made. And you came out with a broken arm and a scar. You did it for good reasons Mako, why would that bother me so much?", she asked.

He glanced down at his arm again. He clenched his knuckles and smirked.

"I guess you're right.", he said. He turned back to her. "You still find scars sexy, like the ones of my back right?"

She chuckled before climbed over into his lap.

"Yeah, cause I gave you some of them.", she husked.

He grinned before he kissed her. As their lips moved against each other's, both of Mako's arms wrapped around her, keeping her balanced on him. Then he stole a glance at their bathroom mirror. Him seeing himself hold Korra like this, with his scar and all, seemed so beautiful. It didn't bother him anymore.