When Korra comes home after less than a two-minute meeting, she flops onto the couch.
Mako gives her a very amused look.
“What happened?” The omega asks.
“Sjdjjsadfden,” Korra says, voice muffled in the couch.
“Yeah, I didn’t get any of that, repeat?” Mako asks.
The alpha lifts her head slightly. “I said, I’m tired.”
Mako snorts. “Yeah, must be tiring being important.”
“Then you must be constantly exhausted,” Korra replies.
Mako tries desperately not to blush.
He fails miserably if Korra’s laughter is anything to go by.
“C’mere,” Korra mumbles.
The omega complies and sits next to Korra, allowing the alpha to place her head in his lap.
“You have pretty eyes,” Korra mutters.
“Thank you.”
“Why are you so pretty? It should be illegal.”
“Korra, are you high?”
“No, just fucking tired.”
“Well, at least you have no more work.”
Right then, the door slams open, and Asami storms inside.
“Korra, you can't just leave in the middle of a meeting!”