...heir practices but he needs to win because he and Bolin need the money. Korra, he knows, understands this.
He hears the slight creak of the door followed quickly by the soft thump of something fabric falling to the ground. Alert he sits up. He's not sure what he was expecting but a naked Korra with her hair down definitely wasn't it.
She's blushing, they've been lovers for months now and he still causes her to blush (he finds it endearing). "I thought I'd join you," she admits.
He's not surprised as she slides into the tub. She's wormed her way into almost every part of his life. He breathes in her scent as she tucks her head under his and thinks that she can burrow a little deeper into his life.
He strokes her back lazily. She's tense and he wonders if all the pressure is getting to her. "Is everything alright?" He asks as he strokes her back. He loves the feel of her skin.
"Yes," she answers immediately. She inhales. "No," she answers truthfully, "there's just a lot going on right now. Airbending," she managed to airbend a sneeze during practice last week and Mako thinks this is a good start. "Equalists, the tournament. Can we not talk about this now?"
He knows what its like to not talk about things. There were days where he wasn't sure how he was going to feed and protect Bolin. He never told anyone about it before but he wants to tell Korra. He's not sure how to tell her. Instead he kisses her head and tells her "...