“Stop moving.” Mako grumbles, eyebrows inching together. Korra squirms, curling the blankets around her. 

“Sorry,” she mutters, “I just can’t get comfortable.” 

They’re sharing a bed at the Air Temple, because Korra doesn’t sleep well at night. Not with her nightmares. She says having Mako there eases her fear, and he’s more than willing to oblige. 

“Just close your eyes.” he murmurs, tossing an arm behind his head. 

Korra growls. She’s trying. It’s silent for a few minutes, and then her foot starts itching. She scratches at it, jostling Mako. “Korra.” he sighs. She doesn’t say anything, just burrows further into her blankets. Then, she’s too warm, and she tosses the blankets away. And then she’s too cold, so she pulls them back on. And then she’s thirsty, so she gets up to get some water. And then she’s hungry, so she gets up to get something to eat. And then—

“Korra,” Mako growls, gripping her around the waist with both arms as she tries to get out of bed again, “you’re driving me crazy. And not in the good way.” he yanks her backwards, and her back careens into his chest. He curls around her, the fronts of his knees hitting the backs of hers. He throws a blanket over both of them, and slides his arm around her again, lips meeting the back of her neck, “There, now you’re comfortable. Shut up and go to sleep.” 

Korra winds her fingers through his, and does just as he orders.