Mako tilts his neck to the side to allow Korra better access.
She presses feather light kisses across his neck, her teeth grazing the omega’s bond mark she had left there.
Asami’s is a bit more to the left but she pays it no mind.
Mako’s breath quickens as Korra’s kisses become more aggressive.
Soon she moves back to claim his lips with hers.
Before anything more can happen though, there’s a beeping sound.
Korra pulls away from Mako in shock.
“You shot me?” Korra questions.
Mako laughs. “No, I dropped my gun. Did you know Asami’s a sharp shooter?”
Korra turns around to see Asami grinning on the top floor with a gun in her hand.
“Unbelievable. See, this is why we don’t play laser tag,” Korra complains.
And she turns. “And you! That was my plan!”
Mako just presses a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Yeah, well, clearly I was faster.”
The omega walks away, grabbing his gun once more.
Korra huffs. “Jokes on him. I put hickeys where he can’t hide them.”
“KORRA!”
Asami snickers. “You’re in deep shit now.”
Korra shrugs. “Eh, nothing new.”
“KORRA, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!”