Victory Kiss

    The match was almost over, the other team has one point over us. If I could just get us one more point and we'll tie/win! The earth bender from the other team was targeting me, sending earth plate after earth plate hurdling at my stomach. I am getting fed up, but kept on pressing him with my water. The water from under the field rises with my hands and whip the earth bender toward the edge of the arena. He falls back, but comes at me with a forceful rebound, almost knocking me off the arena. I wish Mako or Bolin would come to my rescue, but their hands were tied with fending off the water and fire bender themselves.
    Finally, catching the earth bender off guard, I slap him with my water whip and he flies over the edge. I quickly focus my eyes on the next immediate threat that was ganging up on the fabulous bending brothers. They were taking a brutal beating, but as soon as I chime in, they regain their bearings, leading us to victory. The fire bender was the last to tumble off the edge of the arena, the victory bell sounding off in the distance.
    "Yeah! Who-ho!" Bolin hollers, prancing around the arena as his fan club all but climbs over the sides trying to get his attention.
    Suddenly, arms wrap around me and i turn around to face the smiling Mako. Smiling is a rare thing with Mako; winning is one of the few things that make him do just that. He says nothing in the brief moment our eyes meet. He merely picks me up by my waist and I curl my legs around his torso so I wouldn't fall. Arms tight with a firm grip around me, I take off his helmet, dropping it to the ground, and take mine off too. I was going to congratulate us, but my speech is seized as soon as his lips press eagerly to mine.  
    A strange moan escapes the back of my throat when I felt his skin against mine, but I was still smiling. His lips are soft; warm too, from the excursion of the match. But Mako is always warm; he is a fire bender - that's how they roll.
    My arms go around his neck lightly as I press my face closer to his. Mako responds by briefly slipping his tongue into my mouth. It barely grazes my front teeth before he sets me back down, aroused by the sudden "aw"ing of the crowd. I guess Bolin's group of fans were done with him long enough to turn their attention on us.
    Mako was smiling up at the crowd who was cheering for us, chanting that they wanted more. I break out into a goofy smile, watching the lights of the arena dance off of his mysterious amber eyes and dark hair.
    He glances down at me suddenly, yearning plain as day in his expression. He quirks a smile. "They're saying they want more."
    I shrug, too caught up in the moment to disagree, even though what Mako and I do is none of their concern. "Well, I see no reason to not do as they wish."
    Quickly, breaking out into a victorious smile, his hands were there cupping my face and pulling it up to his. Mako kisses me again and I melt into his body, my hands grasping around his gloved ones that were still holding my face like it was a valuable vase. His lips move in familiar patterns against mine and I can't help but move back, too caught up in him, his kisses, the victory, to break away for air, which I was in desperate need of.