Summary: Makorra Month Prompt: Trust
Mako asks Korra an important question.
“Do you trust me?”
Four words. Four little words.
That meant a million.
Do you trust me with your safety? Your heart? Your love?
Do you trust me to be there when you fall? Do you trust me to love you in your darkest days? To love you when your flaws are showing? To love you even when you drive me crazy? Will you trust my word? My decisions? Do you trust me?
“Yes. I do.” Her voice shook slightly, her mouth hardening in response. By the look he was giving her, it seemed he was churning her words in his mind, mulling them over slowly and thoroughly.
Trust was a precious thing. Something all relationships needed in order to survive. Something that could break- never bend- so easily. Like a twig, a weighted boot always looming over it. Step, and it splits.
“You do..” He spoke, his eyes snapping back to reality. “So. I can do this?” He raises a gloved hand, his fingers wiggling from the black fabric. He pulls the open fingered glove from his hand, leaning forward to rest his bare palm on her cheek, his eyes watching, as if from afar.
“No. Stop touching me.” Mako flinched back, frowning slightly.
“I was kidding, stupid.” Korra cracked up slightly, causing a smile to break across Mako’s face for an instant. “You can touch my face, sure..”
She had never been touched like this before. It was all new. The romance, the love, the strange way she sometimes found herself glance at him and never look back. Sometimes.. New was good. Trust was good.
“I trust you, big boy.” Mako rolled his eyes at the nickname, although from the playful smile, she could tell he was amused. “Stop acting all reserved.” She nudged him lightly, “I know you just want to gush.”
Mako laughed, placing his arms around her, “You sure are annoying today.”
“No. Desirable.” He raises his eyebrows, and lunged at her throat, nipping softly.
“Eck! Get off, you slob.” Mako withdrew, his smiling confidently, “Wipe that smirk off your face. If you had just been the cool guy I knew you to be, I wouldn’t be in this position.”
Mako’s smile dropped, “You trust me, right?”
“Yeah..” Korra’s eyebrow shot upward, “What’re you-“
“Nothing. I’m just glad to hear it.”
“Do you trust me?” He asked, his eyes glassing over.
He wanted her to. More than anything. He wasn’t expecting anything. He wasn’t giving himself false hope. Do you trust me? It was such an innocent question. But after everything that had happened- with Asami, with Bolin, with her. He wasn’t sure anymore. He knew she loved him. But that wasn’t enough. He wanted trust. Without it- their relationship would decay- he would be lost. They would be lost. He needed her to trust him. And not just because it would mean they were safe. He wanted her to trust him when he said he was okay- or trust to doubt him when he was lying. To trust his judgment- to trust him when he crawled into her bed for comfort, to trust his eyes, his mouth, his hands. He wanted her to trust everything about him, even his cracks. He wanted to trust her. To trust her to tell him he was wrong. To tell him he was being ridiculous, to tell him the truth. He wanted to trust her eyes.
“Yes.. I do..” Her voice shook. That was the first thing he noticed. Yes. She trusted him.
Somehow, that came as a relief.
He could trust her as well. And she could trust him. She knew it. She trusted him with keeping their relationship intact, no cheating, no kissing any other woman, no flirting, no getting drunk in a bar and hitting on the nearest woman. None of those he could do. And that didn’t bother him one bit.
“You do..” His mouth twitched upward a moment.