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“I’m twice your age, twice your size. I have twice your intelligence, and twice the guts you think you have. You’re a little girl.” Crunched as he slowly walked down to the scared girl. She yearned to fight, but her body had none left to give.
He’s knelt between her legs, tilting her chin up to look at his mask, the mask that has caused her all this trauma, all these nightmares. But he’s correct.
He is twice her size, he can outmaneuver her without bending. He can take away bending, something she can’t even do as the avatar and he’s successfully led the crowd back to him, everyone trusts him. They’re relying on his work.
But she’s not sure if he’s as brave as her. If she can just prove Tarrlock to be true, she can gain a pretty good upper hand. She doubts he’d come to the public even if she did free him. He’s not a reliable source while his bending was taken away by his brother. It’s a massive story, but it’s a dumb one.
“Well, what are you going to do? It’s your move, I’m right here.” His hand rose, thumb quickly hitting down to press against her forehead. This was it, this was her career, her life. She has nothing, she is nothing. That avatar is no more.
Korra jumps awake, gripping her blankets tight in her hand. She had shot out a blast of ice against her wall from her cup. She takes it and bends it out the window out of anger. She could care less if it hit someone.
Amon is over. He’s gone, disappeared. Dead.
“You still have nightmares about me. It’s been 9 months, Avatar.”
She sends a blast of air towards the voice, but hits nothing. No thuds or screams of agony. She opens her mouth to scream, but is met with a large hand covering her face. That mask represents hatred and fear.
“Stay quiet, like a good girl. I’ll reward you with my word not to harm you. Am I understood?”
She doesn’t nod nor disagree. She just glares. She’s at a disadvantage while he’s this close. He’s skilled, he’s proven to be faster then her, fear made her clumsy and anxious.
“Good. That’s one thing I like about you, Avatar. You learn quickly.” He moved his hand down from her mouth to her chin. “I’ve came back for a few reasons. To begin again. At first to reinstate my equalist party, but then I remembered you.” He tilts his head back, looking down at her like she’s a bug, at least through the mask it looks intimidating and belittling.” You’re such a prize Korra, you’re a true prodigy, but, you’re also very beautiful. I’m sure if you knew to bloodbend, I’d be in trouble. I come to you with a proposal.”
A betrothal necklace. It was beautiful. Shiny and it took the shape of a rhombus , the edges are sleek and straight, the middle demonstrating waves Korra could never create, powerful blues rushed along the necklace as if Amon has made them himself and remembered every detail of them.
He pulls his mask down and sets it on her nightstand.
“You may firebend.” He stands back. Light enough on his feet to avoid her if she so decided to be difficult, but she didn’t, she lit her hand and sat up on the defensive. She was prepared to roll out of the bed and fight for her life, but she stopped. She only got a glimpse of his face when he fell into the water. No one else seen him.
He presented the necklace in front of her, the light allowing her the see the carved details better. She reached out for it, and he let her. She stroked her thumb across the smooth detail.
“I’m not marrying you.” She said quickly.
“Then allow me to court you before you make your decision.”
“You took away my bending!” She raised her voice, the fire reacting strongly as well.
“Quiet.” He hushed her, placing his arms behind his back to appear less threatening to the smaller girl.” You got it back, as I can see, but that’s not the point. You begin to realize things when you’ve lived your life for your father. Even after he died and I began this party, I’m only acting out his work. The very thing I ran away for is still chasing me.”
“So you want to marry me?” With the peace that’s been in republic city for so long, his motives seem suspicious, not that she’d ever trust the same man who almost ruined her.
“I admire you. You’re my…type of woman. Being the avatar is a useless title to me. You’re strong, you can defend yourself. I could expect your undying loyalty to me and me only without another man swooping you away. And you’re…fun.”
“What’s your game?” Korra doesn’t trust him at all. What the point, what does he truly gain by marrying the avatar?
“To have the woman who’s been in my thoughts these last months.”
She couldn’t stop looking at his face. His face burns into her memory now, the fear of the mask was no longer what she seen. She seen a man, a man who looked somewhat peaceful despite all the chaos he caused.
“May i court you, Avatar Korra?”
“You may not.” She moved to swing her legs, pushing the heat of her fire directly to his face. He grabbed her ankle, leaving her efforts useless. He quickly released her.
“I’m not here to fight you. You still have my word.” He leans down to her level on the bed, in the darkness she can feel him and she lit s flame just to be safe. He was here, the smallest of smiles pulling at the corners of his mouth.
He attached the necklace around her neck, securing it comfortably. He admires her in the fire, the beautiful color complimenting her skin, the choker itself a nice addition. It described her in every way. Strong, stubborn waves. They moved against each other in aggression but also complete harmony. Leading each other while fighting each other. Making way for the other to pass while shoving the water away.
It was a nice fucking necklace.
She reached up to touch it, feeling the cool jewelry between her fingertips.
“It took me a long time to carve it. Mostly to find something that would capture you. Also, what kind of water tribe man would I be to not make a necklace for the wife I want.”
“Wanting me doesn’t mean you’ll have me.” She’s as stubborn as he thought she’d be. Perfect.
“You’re wearing the necklace. I’m sure we could set the past behind us.” Once he tied it to her, he never stopped looking at it.
“No, we can’t, actually. It’s a pretty traumatizing past.”
Amon does something Korra would’ve never expected him to do. The man she feared, the man of her nightmares.
He got down on both knees, head between his hands and bowed to her.
“What are you-“
“I apologize for all that I have done. To this city, to your friends. To you.” His words were straight to the point, and strong. Whether they were authentic enough was the question.
“I-“ he got on his knees for her. Both of them and put his head to the floor. Korra can only watch in slight horror and an extreme amount of uncomfortable air. She’s never had this kind of Apology from anyone, especially someone who’s life was dedicated to her demise.
“You don’t have to forgive me tonight, but I can only hope you’ll forgive me soon.”
“Get up. You’re apology means nothing.” She spat ferociously. Of course it doesn’t mean shit, it’s Amon. She worked for a time of peace, and now he’s back. Her sleepless nights, endless days are now back to nothing.
“Give me a week .” He lifts his head.” A week to court you. After that I’ll leave you alone.”
Seven days. Its an easy enough gamble, she’ll just have to ignore him for seven days. It shouldn’t be hard to ignore a man who’s caused her so much pain and fear.
The next day, he didn’t show. For the entire day, his promises went away like a dream. She was beginning to think she hallucinated the entire thing.
“I meant to ask you, who gave you that beautiful necklace?” Mako leans down further to get a closer look at it.
“It’s a betrothal necklace.” Bolin turns around to look at Korra. “ it’s beautiful isn’t it, who’s the very lucky guy.”
“You’re engaged?” Mako says angrily, it comes off as aggressive and Asami even slows the satomobile down to pull over at the side of the road.
“Congratulations!” Asami turns to take Korras hands into her own.
“You’re 20, you can’t be engaged!” Mako stumbles over his words to try to pass his point, but Bolin points between them, chuckling evilly as he does so.
“You still have feelings for her.” Bolin nudged Asami as he did, but she wasn’t amused.
“I don’t! I’m happy for her, but she could at least wait!”
“Until she doesn’t like that guy and wants you back?” Bolin once again incites Mako’s mood to grow sour.
“Aren’t you and Asami still dating?” Korra tries to save Bolin from a hefty burn. He shouldn’t care, they talked about their relationship like adults before they broke it off.
“We are, actually.” Asami looks at Bolin with a mostly playful glare.” You should’ve said you were engaged, I wouldn’t have dragged you out today. You should be with your fiancé.”
“He’s busy.”
“What’s his name?” She looks so innocent as she asks. For a moment, Korea feels guilty. Allowing the enemy to pass back into the city without a fight.
“A- Noatak.” Korra says carefully.
“He’s from one of the water tribes! Oh this is exciting the wedding will be beautiful! Do your parents know.” Asami shakes her hands roughly with each sentence. Korras smile spreads a little.
“Northern.” She offers, Bolin and Asami go at it for a moment while Mako remains quiet in the back. Angry wouldn’t be the right word to describe him.
Seething. Furious.
Someone wanted her. It was exciting, but the man in question was a bad one.
Asami had Korra and Bolin race a few untested satomobiles. Dangerous, but it turned out to be fun. Korra crashed first and Bolin won after Asami’s sputtered and gave out.
They dropped her off back to her apartment, it was a rare day for zero stress and strife. Especially as the avatar.
“You’re home.” Noatak had a beautiful array of flowers on the middle of her table. It lightened the room, the various oranges and yellows and blues and reds, all bloomed just for her.
It was a bit much. She wasn’t really a flower kind of girl, but they were pretty.
“You look gorgeous in that necklace.”
She doesn’t answer him, she kicks off her boots at the door. Naga recognizes his scent, but she hadn’t attacked with Korra being so…calm. She pet Naga’s ear and the polar bear dog laid down across the cool floor.
“Is there a reason you’re here? You didn’t come all day.” She sounds…displeased. As if she expected something else of him.
“I figured as the Avatar your time is very thinly spent on yourself. Something I noticed when I was Amon. You didn’t even sleep.” He rounds the table to her smaller form, a hand coming up to her neck to touch the soft material of the necklace.” That kind of patience and drive is admirable.”
“Don’t remind me.” She snapped, shoving him back from her to sit at the table.” And what’s this supposed to be? A peace offering.”
“A gift. I never got the chance in my youth to gift a girl anything.”
Her face softened, before it turned neutral again.
“I can tell you’ve had boy troubles. Especially with the brothers you cherish so much. I think…I’ll happily show you the difference between a boy and a man.”
“What kind of man are you?” She draws out angrily.
“You’re drawn to my past.”
“Your past was 9 months ago! How do I know this isn’t another trick to finally end me!”
“If I wanted to end you I could’ve did it last night.” His tone quiets her.” I could’ve have done it right now, and you wouldn’t have been able to stop me. With all the power in the world I am still stronger than you, and aside from that I am a master water bender and a skilled bloodbender. Tell me avatar, aren’t I equipped enough to end your life now?” He had fully backed her into a corners her eyes blown wide, her stomach had dropped to the floor as well as her heart.
That was the tone she remembered.
“I’m sorry, it’s just…I want you to trust me. I’d like to build with you. I’ll be 30 next year I would like to stop living in the shadow of a hateful man. He was a sore loser, and took it out on his children.” Noatak gently rubbed her back, trying to ease her away from the wall, take her from the corner she thinks she’s attached to. He doesn’t want her to feel threatened, especially in her own home.
Noatak leans down and pecks her lips gently.
“I’ll be staying the night with you. You have nightmares and I think another body would help you keep them at bay.”
She stays quiet, gripping the counter behind her, hand steaming as he towers over her.
“Please, don’t fear me.”
“I don’t!” She snaps. She storms away from him. He just smiles. Even while she was afraid she held her ground. He cold feel her tremble, and still fought his words.
Korra leaves the shower in a steamy hazy, drying her hair, and for a moment, she had forgotten Noatak was within her home. She rushed to bring to towel down, but he was already there, laying in her bed with a book in his hand.
“Can you get out.”
“If we’ll be married we should get used to nudity.”
“I have a week to decide. Im not…nudity is not my strongest point,”
“Are you shy? The great confident avatar Korra is shy.” He teased her playfully, something she wasn’t prepared for from him.
“I’m not shy!” Her outburst clears the steam, leaving her more visible to him, but he hadn’t looked up from the book yet.
But when he does, he’s loosening his water tribe clothing.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to make my future wife comfortable.” He strips down completely. Kicking his pants from his ankle and standing bare for her to rake her orbs down his body.
It’s…something.” She pauses after every inch of skin, he’s sculpted by the spirits themselves, made from the finest material, cured to perfection.
Noatak approached her, gently as if he’d calming a riled up bear, he slowly takes the towel from her rigid fingertips and put it back to her hair, squeezing the rest of the water from her drenched hair.
“You’ll catch a cold if it stays wet.” He wipes the water that made it down her face, gently until he deemed her dry.” Do you feel better?”
“Yeah, thanks.” She pulls the towel from his hands and wraps it around herself again.
Noatak takes her hands, and opens it.
“There’s no reason to be this shy over being naked.”
“I’m not shy! I’ve been naked in front of people before!”
“You’re blushing. No need to lie.” He brushed her hair back from her pretty eyes.” You’re a virgin.”
“I am n-“
“You’re the avatar, of course you are. And with your father, I’d expect nothing less. He protects you well.”
She slaps his hands away and drops the towel to the floor.
“I’m not afraid of anything.”
Noatak hadn’t let his eyes drift down at all. He didn’t gawk at her or stare at her naked body. He held contact with her eyes and her eyes only.
“Well, you got that you wanted, perv. Might as well take a good look.”
“Looks are nothing compared to the feel. Our first times should be shared anyway.”
“You— no way.”
“Didn’t I say my life was wasted? I never experienced the great pleasures.”
“You never touched yourself?”
“Never had time.” Noatak turned away to go sit on the bed. The more Korra’s eyes wandered, the more her brain raked itself harder.
“What if we did it now.”
“That means our week can be up and you’ve agreed to be my wife.”
“That’s not true. This can be courting.”
“What man of any water tribe takes from his soon to be wife before wedlock. That wouldn’t make me a gentleman.”
“But I suggested it.”
“Well now you have something to look forward to if you marry me. I’ll indulge you for as long as you’d like, no matter the location. Meaning if you get the urge while leaving our wedding, I’ll do what I can in the blank tundra. Would the avatar like her first time in an igloo. Or out in the open?”
“I don’t understand why we can’t get it over with now?”
“It will be much more pleasurable when you come while knowing you’re mine, and I am yours.”
“Whatever, you probably don’t even know how to use it.”
“Do you?“ Noatak tilts his head to the side.
“Probably. I am more of a man than you.” She swipes hard, looking through her closet for a night gown to sleep in.
He doesn’t get angry, or even annoyed.
“I don’t doubt your strengths. You are a very capable girl.” He puts pressure on that last word, it seems he already knows how to get to her.” But if it makes courting you more exciting, I could indulge you.”
She stops hallway in pulling down her night gown over his breasts. It smoothed down anyway, falling low beneath her thighs.
“Come sit.” Pats the space next to him, getting up as she sits down. He moves her legs for her laying her down completely on the bed and lifting her nightgown to her toned stomach.
He gently licks over her folds, spreading her with two fingers, one arm wrapped around her thigh and keeping her down. Korra pushes up on instinct.
“Don’t rush, let me take care of you.” He looks up at her, those eyes pinning her down further into the bed. She nods her head. Resting her other leg and keeping her hips down as he delved into her again.
“That feels really good.” She reaches up to touch her own damp hair, pulling down and the ends of her hair. Her head falls back, but she looks at him the entire time, breathing in sharply each time his tongue passes over her clit.
Noatak has never been with a woman, but he’s a quick learner. A prodigy. He learned certain spots make her arch her back involuntarily. He learned certain parts of those certain parts make her exhale.
When he moves his tongue faster, she reaches down and grips his hair hard, choked moans leaving her throat along with rushed words with no real pronunciation. Noatak’s body reacted to every sound she made, grinding down against her bed. He’s eager for her noise, licking in different directions, sucking until her hands steams to control herself. He’s looking for how far he can drive her, how good can he make the avatar feel. Could he make the avatar beg?
Probably not. She could barely speak without low humming vibrating in her chest.
He reaches up, grabbing her shaped breast in his hand and squeezing it gently, thumb caressing her nipple. Feasting on her excited him, but he has a mission.
Make her lose control.
He pushed her gown up over her chest, bending some of the water left on her hair to cover her left nipple, the right being pinched and rubbed in slow circles. She arched up tight, the pleasure making her body avoid and crave him. She bares down on his tongue, body pulsing in, griping around nothing but she wishes it was something.
An unfamiliar feeling quickly becomes too much, quickly starts to feel like she’s having a…a heart attack.
She’s close.
“Wait—“ she takes in a sharp inhale, both of her little hands balled into fists, a rush of…just feeling flooding her body.
As quickly as it came…I’d didn’t leave. If held tight, the feeling only growing as she bucked up uncontrollably, wanting him to touch her more but it’s too much and she’s shying away from him.
He takes one last lick of her sweetness, savors her taste, lips glossed with her, his eyes hungry for more of her. He looks like an animal ready to devour her.
“You think you can do it again.” For once his voice sounds out of body, like someone else was speaking. He sounded excited compared to his usually calm tone. He looked excited.
He wants to taste this again. Taste her. Eat her.