Amorra Week -Summer 2015

by Raven Hallowryn

These are my written entries for this Amorra Week. They are all part of the same fic!verse and therefore a single story.

1. Day 1 - Sweet Tooth

Amorra Week 2015- Day 1

Prompt: Sweet Tooth

Rating: M

Summary: An anniversary celebration with a sweet twist… And sweetness comes in many forms.

Words: 9,772

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"Well, well, well. If it isn't my favorite customer." The loud but courteous voice, punctuated by a slight chuckle, came from a tall lovely woman with skin as pale as moonlight, braided hair like polished onyx and as eyes the color of melted chocolate. She wore a simple beige dress covered by bright pink apron with bold characters spelling out the words 'Ting's Deli'.

"Hello, Ting." The customer greeted brightly, already juggling with an armful of items.

"Having cravings, Avatar Korra?" The cheerful woman enquired suggestively as she eyed the products.

"What? Why would you…" The Avatar trailed off confused, in her struggle not to drop anything her hair, which once again reached just below her shoulder blades, began to slip from its wolftail but she tried to blow tendrils of it off her face as she stared at the woman.

"Bonbons, caramel syrup, honey, whipped cream…" Ting named the items in Korra's arms with no small amount of amusement. "And I'm betting you want the usual cupcakes from the pastry section."

"Yeah, I do." Korra blushed ever so slightly and grinned mischievously. "But it's not what you're thinking."

"Just a nasty sweet tooth then?" The woman wondered with a playful smile.

"Pretty much but it's not mine." The Avatar beamed more noticeably, this time with a mischievous tone to her words.

"Really?" Ting looked curious, almost intrigued.

"Uh-uh. I'm just trying to pick out something special for a special occasion." Korra maintained the secrecy and pointed at the small glass exhibit case filled with pretty sculpted pastries. "For now, just give me one of those passion fruit cupcakes with buttercream frosting, and a chocolate cupcake with blue mint cream and sprinkles, and a couple of those plum-beet cupcakes with the pink cream cheese icing."

"I get a feeling you'll need some medicinal tea for your stomach after this party." The lady joked as she boxed the requested sweets.

"It's not a party, it's a date." The Avatar corrected very proudly.

"A date?" Ting blinked, once again her curiosity piqued.

"Well, more like an anniversary thing." As she paid, Korra chuckled and eyed the pasties with a faraway look to her eyes that was dreamy and completely uncharacteristic of the Avatar.

"Alright, alright. I won't pry anymore." The other smiled with understanding painted on her features, that is, until she suddenly seemed to make a decision and walked to a particular cupboard. "But since you're looking for something sweet and it's a special occasion…" She conjured up a large milky green and gold bottle with camelephants on the label and handed it to the Avatar. "Here, on the house."

"Amarula?" Korra read the cryptic name on the bottle but she didn't recognize the word at all and frowned in confusion. "What is it?"

"It's a strong alcoholic beverage from a distant little land to the southwest. It's very sweet, in fact even though it's made from fermented fruit, it tastes like creamed sugar." Ting explained with a delighted and mischievous smile of her own.

"Really?" The Avatar was the curious one now and eyed the bottle with interest before slipping it in the canvas bag with the rest of her purchases. "Thanks, Ting."

With that they said their goodbyes and Korra walked out with a renewed bounce to her step, Naga sniffed at her purchases for a moment but didn't seem to find anything worthwhile and merely waited for Korra to hop on her saddle. Before long the Avatar was on her way home to prepare for the evening ahead.

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It was well past sunset when Noatak arrived home, there was still a warm golden red streak of light in the horizon but the sky was deeply tinted violet and indigo freckled with a dusting of stars and the air was cool with a sharp salty breeze that prickled at any exposed skin.

He wasn't exactly sure what he would find when he walked inside but a fire was crackling pleasantly in the fireplace, the table was set nearby and there were thick heavy candles to illuminate his little loft rather the actual lightbulbs.

"Welcome home, honey." Korra greeted with a mockingly sugary voice, she couldn't even keep a straight face at her attempt to sound girlish and broke into snorts at her own words.

"You seem to be in pleasant mood." He retorted noncommittally as he hung up his coat and took off his boots. Noatak then made a show out of looking around the romantic setting with a raised brow. "What's the occasion?"

"Seriously?" Her smile suddenly fell into an irritated frown- of the two of them she was the one that was bad at the romantic stuff and the special dates, he had no right not to remember the occasion when she was making such an effort.

"Am I forgetting something?" He mused, walking up to her casually and producing a small bouquet of blue and lavender flowers. "This, perhaps?"

Noatak stared her right in the eye as he presented the flowers with a sentimental little 'happy anniversary' note nestled in the middle with little butterbees printed onto the edges. His face serious and stoic, Korra looked dumbfounded for a moment as she reached out to accept them… And then they bother cracked up and laughed so hard that their cheeks began hurt.

From an outside perspective it might look odd and even a little crazy but it was merely a private joke.

It had been eight years since Korra defeated Amon and three since he came back into her life almost by accident when their paths crossed in the Spirit World. Korra had been going through a rough time on a personal level despite the peace throughout the world and had expected to feel hatred and fear when Amon stumbled back into her life but she was surprised to find herself calm and strangely intrigued as to how he was still alive. As for Noatak, surviving the explosion that killed his brother had changed something in him and he was still trying to discover what it was; when he was abruptly put face to face with the Avatar he expected to feel defensive and hateful but instead he was impressed by how much she had evolved in wisdom and strength in the years they had been apart.

They decided to consider the Spirit World neutral ground and formed a small truce with the goal of talking and understanding each other in order to decide what should be done next now that they could not pretend to be ignorant of each other's presence but refused to fight.

More or less a year after that discussion it happened- the two had slipped into a strange romantic relationship in a way that seemed almost as gradual and accidental as their Spirit World encounter. And that was where the flowers came in.

It was on their first date… Korra still defended that it shouldn't be called such since their feelings for each other had been changing and blooming for a while and they had already slipped up and kissed before but Noatak defended that that day had been their first official outing together, their first tentative attempt at courtship, and so it was the day they celebrated every year.

They had been walking down the street during a sunny winter afternoon and Noatak's face was bare in Republic City for the first time in a long time, mainly because it was easier not to be recognized that way; for the exact same reason, Korra herself was dressed differently in clothes more suited to someone like Asami than herself and her hair was pinned up in a casual swirl. They were heading to the closest mover theater, when a flower cart passed by and on impulse Noatak had bought a few flowers for her.

Korra had sulked a little and told him that she didn't like flowers, that they were too cliché and girly and it was like offering something dead she could pluck herself if she wanted, something whose only purpose was none other than to look pretty and wilt, she just didn't see the point in receiving flowers from a man. Rather than be offended, Noatak had actually been surprised by how logical and practical she sounded but his confrontational nature (much like hers) and that shred of old antagonism between them compelled him to argue and try to explain the allure of flowers as a romantic gesture.

Before long they were arguing rather stupidly in the middle of the street and she shoved the blossoms in his face… Only to suddenly have a large butterbee fly out of one with its pretty black and gold fanned wings fluttering before it stung Noatak right between the eyes.

Only then did they realize just how idiotic the argument was and -although at the time it had been painful and annoying for him and Korra had felt guilty- when she began to compulsively and repeatedly apologize and he sported a large red welt from the sting, they both had suddenly caught each other's gaze and spontaneously burst out laughing.

It was the first time Korra had ever heard him laugh, a rich sound like pebbles rolling down a brook on a hot summer's day. The sound seemed to reverberate right through her entire being, warming her to the core and making her skin tingle while her lips twitched into an unstoppable smile, and in that moment she knew that she was lost, she knew that she was already in love with her former nemesis.

And nowadays they laughed at how silly he looked throughout the whole date with a huge red welt on his forehead simply because he refused to let her heal him, ever since that day they would offer each other little bundles of flowers with butterbee motifs on occasion as their own little running gag.

When they finally managed to simmer their laughter down to little chuckles, Korra tried to compose herself by setting the flowers aside and planting a hand on her hip confidently.

"Dinner is served." She announced proudly.

"You cooked?" He looked skeptical even though the smell of food in the air was pleasant, something like shellfish and kelp, and there was no smoke or burned scent to be found.

"Why do you say that like it's a bad thing?" Korra scowled, looking offended. "Why is it so shocking?"

Noatak merely cocked a brow and crossed his arms, staring at her expectantly as if no answer was needed.

"Ok, fine, it's take-out." The Avatar confessed at last under is scrutiny and added with a sheepish smile- "But it's really good take-out."

"Any take-out is better than your cooking, my love." He teased pleasantly.

"Hey!" Korra pouted adorably and he was forced to duck when she flung the flowers at his face though this time he avoided them neatly.

Noatak's laughter seemed to fill the air around her and Korra was once again struck but how much she loved the sound, a sound that apparently only she had the ability to pull out of him, at least it seemed so nowadays- ever since the fall of Amon it seemed like a little something had died in him and although it took the Avatar a long time to notice, she now felt grateful whenever she saw him relax and act human. She forgave him for the comment instantly and let him pull her into a teasing little kiss.

Before long they were sitting together on the floor and the Avatar was revealing what she considered to be 'really good take-out'- typical Water Tribe crab puffs, miso and sea-prune soup, spicy kelp noodles with vegetables and fish broth, and apple-grape wine to go along with it all.

"Not bad." Noatak complimented as he tasted the food and poured them both some of the wine. "But it's a rather simple meal for a celebration, isn't it?"

"That's so it won't outshine the dessert." Korra remarked mysteriously as she slurped on her noodles in the most unladylike manner but that made Noatak stare at her with enamored eyes anyway.

He wanted to ask what she had planned but decided that he'd rather be surprised so they enjoyed their food and chatted though it was mostly Korra vivaciously talking about the 'move' while he watched her quietly and wondered how he had ever gotten to this place in his life- how had he fallen in love so desperately with the person he had always been taught to hate? How had he opened up to another human being after years trying to be symbol while hiding and casting everyone away from his true self? How had he become so attracted to a person he had been intent on never seeing as human, a creature he had to destroy…?

Yet, the more he learned about her, the more he realized that they had very much in common and their differences and attitudes might cause them to argue much but it was also what sparked all that passion between them, it was what made them complement each other.

Korra babbled something about the move being over and sipped on her wine, staring at him expectantly. He realized he had spaced out a little and missed what she had been saying before, he didn't intend to do that, Korra wasn't a motor mouth and even if she had been he always paid his utmost attention to her but Noatak was just so fascinated by her passion and energy, by her laughter and warmth, that for a moment he had gotten distracted wondering how things could have changed so much in last few years.

To be frank, the 'move', as Korra called it, was merely a formality. In reality the Avatar had been living with him for months already, she would occasionally spend the night back in her room at Air Temple Island where she'd have some meals and sometimes she would leave Naga there too but she spent so much time at his home that her things had been everywhere long before they decided to make it official; yet ever since he'd invited her to move in on a more permanent basis, Korra had been going out of her way to settle herself and Naga in as unobtrusively as possible and endeavored to make his house their shared home.

Noatak had actually been surprised by how considerate she was trying to be by respecting his space, not bending unnecessarily in his presence and being as neat and mature as possible; he knew that even at the age of twenty-five it didn't come easily to her and therefore appreciated the effort but he wished she'd just let go and be herself because he really didn't care how she acted or if she cluttered the house with her things, he just wanted to keep her close, to keep an eye on her and not have to watch her leave. Besides, to Noatak a house had always just been a place to sleep and he had long since realized that only when she was in there did it really feel like a home.

The food was gone before they even realized it so Korra whipped out the cupcakes she had bought earlier. Noatak didn't see what was so special about them since the delicate pastries were a weekly treat of theirs after all, or of his to be more exact.

Early on in their relationship Korra had discovered his fondness for sweets and one day, after they bumped into each other as she returned from a meeting at city hall, she decided that they should go on a spontaneous picnic in the park –which is to say that she was hungry and couldn't wait until she got home –so they marched into the closest deli and practically stumbled on the foreign and unusual sweet confections. Ever since then the cupcakes from 'Ting's Deli' became a favorite and Korra would humor him and buy some every week.

"And here I thought you had something special planned for dessert." Noatak commented mockingly but not at all displeased as he allowed her to feed him a piece of his favorite passion fruit cupcake with generous amounts of frosting. It was an action he only allowed her to do in private because he secretly liked such interactions, he craved intimacy with others that he had denied himself for years, but he was not one for youthful displays of affection in public, not at his age and not unless it served a point.

"I do. I never said the cupcakes were the whole dessert." The Avatar chuckled with a mouth full of chocolate cupcake, he had tried to feed her just a little piece but she had bitten off a huge mouthful and had blue mint frosting on the corner of her mouth.

"Oh? You've piqued my curiosity." He leaned closer, invading her space to lick away that little dollop of icing from her cheek. He then raised a brow as he accepted another bite of the passion fruit confection.

"Ask nicely and maybe I'll show you." She grinned, licking her own lips expectantly.

"Very well." Noatak shifted even closer, planting a little kiss on her neck just under her ear before whispering- "Please show you what you're up to, Korra."

The Avatar all but purred and her smile spread even more, she was still amazed by how different and loving he could be in private when his shields were down seeing as his public persona still had much of Amon's stoic and holier-than-thou vibe. She pushed him away ever so slightly and stood fluidly, sashaying her way to the kitchen with a naughty expression; soon after, she returned with something covered in a dark green cloth.

"What do you have there, dear?" He enquired curiously as she set the covered bundle on the low table. By the shape he suspected it was some kind of bottle.

"You'll find out after we're both good and naked." Rather than sit, Korra came to stand between his legs and winked playfully.

"As you wish, madam Avatar." Noatak didn't argue with sassy tone, in fact the corners of his lips twitched into a slight smile at that charming little wink of hers and in seconds he was deftly untying the knot that kept the fur pelt around her waist, tossing the garment aside with only enough care not to let it land on a candle.

Korra grabbed him by the collar of his coat and began tugging him up. She unbuckled his belt and snapped it off so quickly that it cracked like a whip before landing on the floor with a clatter, she then began to pop each of the buttons on his coat with restrained impatience until she could finally shove off the whole thing.

On his end, Noatak took his time peeling off her sleeves before allowing her to pull his whole charcoal shirt over his head without further ado, he was glad she didn't have to fumble with the leather gear and armor he used to wear his days as Amon. Not that he no longer wore anything of the sort, he still did when the occasion called for it, but at the moment they were going through a quiet phase and he was appreciating life as a civilian for the time being.

Before long the Avatar's shirt was gone too, leaving her in a practical navy blue brassiere that was nonetheless enticing if only for the way the silky fabric clung so smoothly to her bosom; then she got on her knees and began tugging off his pants inch by inch, grinning up at him naughtily throughout the process in a way that made his blood rush to his crotch. She made sure to tickle the sensitive spots behind his knees as she chucked away the pants and then surprised him by catching the edge of his undershorts between her teeth and tugging the garment off with her sky blue eyes boring into his the whole time as if in challenge. It was distractingly erotic and he had to clench his fists just to keep from touching her.

Once she was done stripping him down to nothing, Korra rose and pointed down, indicating that it was his turn, to which Noatak smirked ever so slightly at her bossy demeanor and knelt as well, enjoying the sight of her flawless dusky skin being revealed inch by slow inch as he pulled her cobalt pants down her hips and luscious thighs.

Noatak didn't get to do much more though, because she stopped him for a brief moment and he paused to watch as she unhooked her brassiere and tossed it off without a thought, not at all concerned by the way her voluptuous bosom bounced free, exposing smooth slopes of dark skin tipped with points as dark as bitter chocolate. Only then did the Avatar allow him to finish the task and he did so by mimicking her and using his teeth to drag her simple navy blue panties off her hips in the most provocative way possible. It was rewarding to see her breath hitch as she watched him.

"Now what, my dear?" Noatak wondered once they were 'good and naked', as she had put it. Neither one could stop staring at the other from head to toe and despite the wintry temperatures they were both quite warm with the fire blazing and casting tendrils of golden light all over their bodies.

"I was thinking we could enjoy a little nightcap." She chuckled and reached for the mysterious cloth, finally revealing what was underneath with a playful flourish- it was a strange large milky green and gold bottle.

"Shall I get the glasses then?" The equalist asked, well aware that that was not what she had in mind, though on his side he'd much rather lick the beverage right off her skin if he could.

"I have a better idea." Korra ripped the seal from the bottle and popped off the cork. She then took a long swig and stood on tiptoes to kiss him, pouring the foreign beverage into his mouth.

Noatak kissed back carefully but passionately, licking at the seam of her lips and sucking her tongue lightly, enjoying the taste of her mouth almost as much as he enjoy the unusual drink that tasted creamy and sweet and utterly innocent. Somehow they were both on their knees now and the kiss soon evolved into something hungrier and almost feral but he pulled back just long enough to sip some more liquid from the bottle in order to feed it to her this time, loving the way she gave a little approving moan when he coached the saccharine drink into her mouth as their lips mashed together, molding perfectly to one another with the ease of passion and desire.

Before things could get much more heated and, as if reading his earlier thought, Korra pulled away with great effort and lay back on the furry grey rug she had insisted on getting for the house. She was almost giggling with golden light dancing over her curves as she poured a small amount of the beverage onto the soft dip of her naval, the milky liquor glittered enticingly in the firelight and the Avatar beckoned him invitingly.

For a few fleeting seconds, Noatak was surprised but the astonishment melted into an approving growl almost immediately. He had long since learned that Korra was very experimental by nature and this was far from the strangest or kinkiest thing she'd come up with. When they first started getting intimate it was clear that she wasn't exactly inexperienced but she was also clearly still expanding her horizons so he wondered if her eagerness to try pretty much anything in bed was just a phase; he soon he realized that it wasn't, it was just part of who she was and he absolutely adored that wild side because it brought out his own hidden desires.

Noatak crawled over to her and, amused by the turn of events, leaned down to catch a whiff of fruity sweetness with an alcoholic tang. With a glance at her face, he began to slurp the drink off her body before lapping up the last dregs just as she started to drip little drops from her stomach towards her chest, he followed their trail with his tongue and then sucked at the tiny pool that she poured onto the hollow of her throat before he began to kiss and nip sensually up her neck.

"Interesting choice… Quite delicious." Noatak murmured into her ear before nibbling at the lobe.

"I thought you'd like it." Korra bit her lip sensuously at the sensations and at the goosebumps his whispered tone conjured on her skin.

"And why's that?" He wondered, raising himself onto his elbows in order to look her in the eye.

"You have the biggest sweet tooth I've ever seen." The Avatar teased, grinning widely enough to show her pearly teeth.

"Perhaps that explains my addiction to you." The equalist snickered lightly and planted a little kiss on her plump lips.

Korra laughed at the remark, it was absolutely not a girly sound but it was warm and delightful, it did strange things to Noatak and made him feel drunker than any amount of alcohol ever could. He never once imagined he'd love that laughter more than the sound of his own voice but he did.

When her laughter finally simmered down, the Avatar sat up with a cheeky grin and suddenly raised her hand to her own breasts, squeezing them together and lifting to form a dimple on her cleavage into which she poured more of the creamy drink. Noatak took the invitation at once, sipping the majority of the liquor and then lapping up the rest from her from her mounds, following little trails down to her nipples to suck and nip those tender points until Korra moaned and arched her back to feed herself to him wantonly.

The delectable sounds she made were addicting and he was not yet finished placing marks on her supple breasts when the Avatar pushed him away with an aroused flush to her cheeks, her breath coming in heated puffs and her pupils dilated with lust. Spirits, she was beautiful.

Korra sat up with her legs pressed together and her knees bent slightly and, before Noatak could ask what she was up to, the Avatar was pouring creamy liquor onto her knees, allowing it to dribble down her thighs before it puddled on the cup formed right at the apex of her sex. She then licked the rim of the bottle and gave him a taunting smile.

Noatak arched a brow with an amused smile dancing on his lips at the obvious invitation. In no time at all he was at her side and licking a slow sensual trail up her thighs before lapping the milky beverage, never once breaking eye contact with the mischievous Avatar.

Once the majority of the liquid was consumed, he coached her into parting her legs and settled between them to nip and lick her inner thighs clean of all the sticky sweet remnants of the drink, his mouth trailing down to a pronounced dimple where her leg met her torso… Spirits, how he loved to feel the strength and power in those thighs around him- around his head, around his hands, around his hips…

The sweetness of the drink was deceptive, Noatak hadn't detected the taste of alcohol in it at all under the sweetness but as he began to worship the most intimate part of his lover's body with skilled lips and a teasing tongue, he realized how warm and overly relaxed he was starting to feel, proving that there was indeed alcohol in play and it was already corroding his self-control.

Still dazed with thoughts about those powerful legs of hers that he gripped with his hands, vaguely noticing the contrast of their skin tones, Noatak placed a long teasing lick along her folds, watching as Korra spread her legs wider in the most demanding manner which made the petals of her sex part further on their own accord like some exotic blossoming flower to reveal a glistening dark interior.

Korra squeaked when equalist's tongue glided along her slick heated flesh as if savoring and enjoying the flavor of her honey almost as much as that of the alcohol she had been feeding him. His lips latched onto the swollen little pearl that made her tremble and moan. Her hands slipped into his hair with her nails almost digging into his scalp, pulling him closer to that his wide shoulders split her legs apart even further while he sucked leisurely on that sensitive bundle of nerves, his tongue lashing against it rhythmically in mind-numbing infinity symbols that shot sparks of sensation through her whole body.

Between gasps and moans that he found absolutely lyrical, the Avatar murmured some lust-driven profanity under her breath and his name spilled in a shaky cry as her hips bucked and arched up to meet him, her whole body trembling from the intense sensations that had graduated from a steady current into a crashing wave of overwhelming pleasure. All through that explosive wave, he continued to suck and tease, carrying her through the climax until she was panting and squirming to get away.

By the time Noatak finally pulled back enough to lick his lips and survey her with a burning gaze, Korra looked drunk , not on alcohol but on lust- her eyes were heavy lidded, her dusky cheeks were a dark rosy hue, her breathing was rapid and her hair was adorably disheveled.

"Delicious." The equalist teased with another lick and a slightly goofy grin that wouldn't have been present if not for the alcohol.

He watched her blush even further before she recovered her bearings enough to sit up, pushing him down so suddenly that Noatak had no choice but go along with it and let her pin him to the rug. Just the feeling of her strong curvaceous body over his, of her light weight and heated skin, made him hungry; he was already so aroused that a certain part of his anatomy was standing at attention like an angry exclamation point but feeling her crawl over him and sensing the hidden strength in her powerful frame just made him feel like a rubber band pulled much too taut and on the verge of snapping.

"My turn." Korra chuckled and raised the bottle by its neck to emphasize her words.

"I'm afraid I don't have as many delectable curves to drink from as you do." Noatak retorted impishly.

"I'll manage." She stuck out her tongue cheekily and sat up to pour a tiny amount of liquid onto the hollow of his throat.

He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from moving when she pressed her heated body down to his, her breasts crushed to his chest, her hips flush against his and his cock trapped between while she sloppily lapped up the liquor only to then start kissing and sucking up his throat to mirror his earlier actions much more harshly, determined to plant little loving bruises and bites all over his neck. Korra was rough but Noatak loved it, he would never admit it but he liked when she marked him so possessively.

The Avatar reached his ear and nipped softly on the shell just to hear his sharp little intake of breath before she kissed him hungrily and demandingly, mashing their lips together almost forcefully and thrusting her tongue into his mouth to taste, claim and explore with unrivaled passion. The kiss tasted sweet with a salty hint of her own honey and Korra found that she liked the combination more than she had ever expected.

Only when they could no longer get enough air did the kiss break but Korra lingered, sucking lazily on his lower lip as if it a particularly tasty bit of candy- by the time she let go her lips tingled and his looked red and swollen in the most distracting manner that was made even more distracting by the way Noatak was staring her, his dark hair mused and his eyes almost burning with unrestrained heat and pupils so dilated that the black practically ate away the icy blue of his irises.

She loved when he looked at her that way, she adored the intensity and hunger of that gaze and the sensation it gave off that seemed like reverence mixed with challenge, it made her feel powerful.

Looks like those, moments like those, were the reasons Korra had gotten so addicted to her former enemy in the first place. He could be so prickly and distant and self-righteous but in those moments he surrendered to her, she broke past the invisible mask he wore, past the barriers he erected around everyone, and he stared at her as if she were the goddess in the flesh… Well, she kind of was, but the point was that he looked at her that way not because she was the Avatar or because part of her soul was a primordial Light Spirit, he gazed at her that way because he saw more than her bending, he saw the woman behind the Avatar, he saw things nobody else could see, not even Korra herself, and his desire to worship everything about her always made her heart swell in her chest.

With an amorous sigh she sat up, straddling him, perfectly aware of the way the sensitive and rather slippery petals of her sex pressed temptingly over the achingly hard length of his cock. She then began to pour little splashes of the sweet drink onto the center Noatak's chest, watching it trickled along every groove of his chiseled muscles in the most mesmerizing way.

The liquor was bound to drip quickly onto the rug and leave him sticky but she twirled her fingers over his skin in feather light touches and the liquid, although still rippling along every dip and dimple of his torso, seemed to magically keep itself from spilling away, allowing the Avatar to simply bend over and follow each little trickle's path with her tongue as if mapping out each line of his sculpted chest and chocolate bar abs.

"Korra…" Noatak muttered warningly, trying to be reproachful of her little display of bending though his voice came out strangled and husky and almost desperate. A tiny corner of his brain also wondered how on earth she could waterbend something that was more alcohol than it was water.

"Oh shush." Korra scolded playfully and, just to tease and silence him, bent a blob of the creamy drink right out of the bottle and into his mouth.

She watched his throat bob as he swallowed and was satisfied when he stopped so much as trying to argue, instead his hands crept up her strong caramel thighs and caressed up her heart shaped rear while she continued to lick his skin clean of the sweet fruity substance. She lingered on the dark little disks of his nipples, lapping slowly and nipping just this side of too hard in order to make him gasp and arch his back ever so slightly while his hand clawed into the flesh of her buttocks in a harsh little squeeze that made her wriggle against him.

Korra couldn't help but giggle when she sat straight again and Noatak wondered how in the world she was being so patient, so slow and controlled, when she was usually impetuous, feisty and impatient in her passion. As much as the Avatar loved to tease and play games, she also had very little self-restraint and yet this time she seemed to be more than willing to take things slower than usual so long as it made him squirm. The giggling was also uncharacteristic and strangely arousing but he chalked that up to the alcohol affecting her as well.

Noatak had a feeling she wanted him to beg, Korra always loved to see him loose his precious restraint and plead for more, and he was sure he would do just that soon enough if she kept this up, especially with alcohol involved.

After a moment of thought, Korra knelt between his legs and grabbed the bottle once again; she took a long swig of drink, swallowing slowly and letting a tiny creamy trickle slide down her chin and drip onto her chest. He wasn't sure if she was doing it on purpose to buy time and tease him with the wait or if she was actually savoring the sweet liquor to her heart's content.

She caught him staring, watching the little spill that fell from her lips before she wiped it with the back of her hand, his eyes were half-lidded and his jaw was set as if it was taking a huge amount of restraint to keep himself from pinning her down and taking control. The Avatar smirked at this and decided to help him with his struggle- with slow precise movements of her arms, the steel cuttlery they had been using on the cupcakes earlier suddenly became a shapeless blob that hurled onto Noatak's wrists before pulling them up over his head as firmly as any pair of handcuffs but not tight enough to bite into the skin and hurt, the position left him vulnerable and flexed his muscles in the most delightful way.

"You're going too far, Avatar." Noatak growled his disapproval but he didn't struggle, in fact, despite his sulky attitude towards the metalbending he seemed more aroused than ever by the restrained pose. But that didn't surprise her, it was one of the reasons they were so good together- they both had kink streaks a mile wide that nobody else she had ever met could possibly handle.

"Am I? And what are you going to do about it, Mr Big-Bad-Equalist?" Korra mocked and lifted the bottle to pour liberal amounts of the beverage directly over his hard throbbing shaft that already oozed droplets of its own brand of cream. It made him shiver and hiss under his breath though she continued to speak with a soft giggle. "'Cause I don't you see you trying to stop me."

Noatak opened his mouth to deliver a snippy reply but whatever he was going to say died on his tongue and morphed into a groan when the Avatar leaned closer to lick his shaft from base to tip, savoring the strange mix of sweet liquor and bitter fluids. Korra found that she licked that combination.

With another tipsy giggle, she began to lick all over his sensitive flesh, mapping his entire length with casual twirls of her tongue before it darted playfully around the tip of his cock in an almost ticklish caress. Before long her plump lips were wrapped around him, sucking indolently and just a little harshly, allowing her teeth to ghost over the heated skin with every other little motion of her head. All the while she stared right at him with provocative eyes, loving the helpless look on his face before the sensations became too much and he began to arch to her, struggling with the metallic bind, eyes fluttering closed and his head tipped back.

Under his breath Noatak was murmuring something repeatedly and desperately and Korra pulled away just enough so that, between teasing licks, she could sassily ask- "What was that? I can't quite hear you all the way over here."

Noatak groaned, his face and ears flushed with more than just arousal and his eyes still mostly closed, he shuddered with each lick she inflicted on him. "…Please… Please, Korra…" He begged a little louder and quite lasciviously.

"Please? Please, what?" The Avatar giggled once more, sucking ever so lightly along his throbbing shaft.

"You know what!" He almost growled but it ended in a needy gasp.

"Maybe. But I want to hear you say it, old man." This time she placed her hand on his shaft, flattening it lightly against his body in order to rub in a slow rhythmic caress designed to drive the equalist insane.

Noatak grit his teeth and clenched his fists with nails biting into his own palms, clearly fighting for some shred of self-control, he took a shaky breath before staring at her with pale pleading eyes and a red face. "Please let me have more. Let me have you."

"Me?" The Avatar cocked a brow and smirked slightly, never stopping her slow teasing touches. "How so? What do you want? Be specific."

His ice-colored eyes narrowed and something resembling a pout began to form on his features, nonetheless he steeled his resolved and, without an ounce of shame, said- "I want you to stop teasing me and let me fuck that sweet little cunt of yours until you scream and cum all over my cock."

This time both of Korra's brows rose a little as her eyes widened but she wasn't surprised, she was impressed. Impressed and aroused too, maybe even a little flustered, those blunt dirty words made heat bloom all over her body and her stomach did an excited little flip while her cheeks darkened further.

"I get the feeling I'll be the one making you scream, old man." Korra chuckled as she crawled over his body again, licking a straight path all the way up his torso towards his throat and then up his jaw before her lips hovered just an inch from his mouth. Her skin was now practically glued to his with her powerful thighs straddling his hips once more.

"Or we both scream." Noatak murmured heatedly, pressing up just enough to steal a hungry kiss from her lips.

"Both is good." The Avatar agreed between devouring kisses though her words trailed off into a moan when he tilted his pelvis and found an angle that made his achingly stiff cock grind between her drenched folds and bump right up against her sensitive swollen pearl in a way that made her feel like sparks were flickering under the surface of her skin.

Korra couldn't take it anymore, she was done taking things slow, he wanted more and she wanted to give him more, she wanted to give him everything… Except for his freedom, it was too much fun to have him helpless and restrained under her, besides, even though he was clearly aching to touch her, she knew that he enjoyed this scenario too.

Only a third of the amarula liqueur was left in the bottle but Korra took another sip and once again shared it with Noatak in a hungry kiss that spilled more of the drink than anything else because their tongues were too busy wrestling in a sensual challenge. Meanwhile, the Avatar's hand trailed down her lover's body to grasp at the hard velvety flesh of his shaft, guiding it to her entrance before she sank down onto it in one slow but fluid move that made them both groan into each other's mouths.

At last Korra broke the wet kiss and sat up with the most shameless grin, she ran her hand through her messy loose hair to pull it back and shifted her hips experimentally. A little moan of pleasure spilled from her lips and before she even made a conscious decision to do anything more, her body was already moving so that she began to ride him at a deep but deliberately slow pace, reveling in the feeling of being so completely filled the man she loved.

And she did love him, it had taken her a long time to understand her own feelings after despising and fearing him for so long, it had been so confusing when she began to feel her emotions changing and sometimes it was still jarring to think about how much their dynamic had been altered but nowadays she knew she loved him.

Who cares that he was older and secretive? She found him handsome and intriguing just the same and couldn't care less that their lifespans were a little incompatible; she wasn't one to dwell on worries about the future after all. Who cares that they had a convoluted past? The fact they had managed to overcome it and find passion in each other just proved the strength of their feelings and their willingness to compromise. Who cares that they had been on opposite sides of a war? He understood things about her that nobody else ever would, things about the pressure of her role, about being groomed to be something without a say in the matter, about having the fate of many in her hands, about having unparalleled power and the responsibility that came with it. Who cares that they had once hurt each other? They had forgiven one another and found something much more important than resentment to hold on to and she knew she'd trust him with her life if she had to even if the rest of the world called her naïve for it because in the end she was an impulsive bleeding heart that chased love without regrets no matter what the consequences and lived in the moment... And at the moment all she wanted was to make love.

Noatak couldn't help but groan low his throat at her provocative movements but he couldn't take her eyes of her either, she was just so damn perfect- the way her hair twisted around her young face and fell down her shoulders like waves of molten chocolate, or how her dusky skin seemed gilded in the firelight and her sculpted curvaceous physique made her look like something out of his dreams, the way her supple breasts swayed hypnotically with each rise and fall of her body, her lustful sky-colored eyes looking into him as if she could she could see a hidden part of his soul, her plump lips that she licked seductively just before she gave him that little confident grin of hers… She was gorgeous and not just her body, so much so that sometimes he felt his heart squeeze painfully in his chest when he remembered that once upon a time he had wanted to destroy her.

Others might see flaws in her, some had called overly buff for a woman or short or had simply critiqued her style, temperament and hot-blooded attitude but Noatak saw no flaws, not anymore. Sure, sometimes her blatant abuse of bending still irked him and some of her more naïve political opinions did too but that just meant that their relationship was solid without illusions about each other, in the overall nothing could overshadow the parts of her that he loved.

And he did love her, from the moment he had first seen her he had been intrigued and that interest had become obsession when he still strived to see her as the enemy, as anything but human, a monster to defeat; but after finding her again after all he had lost he acquired a new perspective and the old obsession became something new, something just addictive but sweeter and brighter, and although he had told himself time and time again that they were a terrible match, that their past was too complicated, that their ages were too incompatible, that their ideals still clashed, he couldn't bring himself to care because deep down he was a selfish man and she had become the one thing he wanted most in the world.

The love between them was almost palpable at that moment where their bodies melded and hazy minds raced through thoughts of affection and admiration, it was like a bittersweet thread cutting through the cloud of lust and coiling around them, tying them together without escape. Yet, the lust won out at the moment because before long their tipsy forms were singing a breathless tune of pleasure so mind-numbing that all awareness and thought were driven out of their heads and replaced with the shameless single-minded pursuit of more passion.

With each relentless thrust, Korra moaned and made almost musical sounds that couldn't quite be defined with words but that Noatak was addicted too completely. He wasn't quite silent himself either and the Avatar was acutely attuned his groans and those little gasps that were mostly pleasure but tinted with the frustration of not being able to reach for her with his hands.

Suddenly, Noatak's body was moving and it took him a full five seconds to realize that she was metalbending his restraints so that they pulled him along until he was sitting and his arms had fallen around her, his wrists still bound to each other but now resting at the small of her back. It was a delicious opportunity, his movements were still limited but at last he could touch and gain just a tiny bit of control which he did by groping her perfect heart-shaped rear once more and pulling her body flush to his, holding her so close her breasts grinded deliciously to his hard chest and her forehead pressed to his, their breaths mingling as she held onto his shoulders and the pace of their undulating movements picked up considerably.

There was a thin sheen of perspiration forming on their skin, gluing them together rather sensually, and the smell of alcohol, sweetness and sex permeated the air- it was heady mix but for some reason it felt right.

They kissed again, or tried to because no matter how much she wanted to taste his lips Korra kept moaning and breaking the lip-lock. To make up for her lack of focus, she grabbed the bottle and poured more of the sweet liquor onto her chest, pushing up her breasts just enough for Noatak to bury his face in them and lick away all traces of the sticky beverage, using it as an excuse to suck her luscious mounds, flicking the stiff points with his tongue and biting just sharply enough to make her squeak with her head tossed back as they continued to move in harsh strokes.

At some point Noatak's mouth trailed up to her throat in heated kisses and he murmured more in tone of command than request. "Release me, Korra… Please…"

He almost expected her to deny him, she had done so many times before, but at the moment she seemed too far gone to care and with a sharp but careless motion of her hand the metal around his wrists fell off and landed on the rug with a thump.

Noatak hummed his approval and his large calloused hands travelled up her thighs and hips before settling at her waist and then the world was spinning and Korra was flat on her back, feeling the soft ticklish fur of the rug against her skin. They hadn't disconnected but now that he had taken control, their movements were slower once more just for the time it took his hands to map out her whole body before sliding down her arms to lace this fingers together above her head, their lips locked into a devoured kiss all over again.

The rhythm of their lovemaking suddenly picked up during that lip-lock, so much that the Avatar moaned into his mouth and their lips broke apart with an ephemeral strand of saliva bowing between them before fading into nothing. She was squeezing his hands and arching up to meet him thrust for thrust, her dazed eyes locked on his with a blend of passion and defiance so delectable that he couldn't look away even if he knew that the sky blue intensity of her eyes would make him blind.

Noatak eventually let go of her hands but only so one of his could comb her hair from her face and trail down beneath her rear to tilt her pelvis so that he could reach deeper into her silky slippery depths. One of Korra's legs wrapped around his waist almost immediately to draw him closer and the other tangled around his thigh, it was a slightly awkward angle but seemed to please her immensely and Noatak wasn't going to complain because it allowed his free hand access to slip between their bodies tease the little swollen pearl right above the point where they were so lecherously connected.

The new sensations that he was sparking in her, like a jagged tide of hot electrical pleasure, made Korra cry out over and over and over although what she was almost screaming was nearly incomprehensible except for the occasional plead, profanity, endearment or mostly the broken sound of his name on her tongue, and all the while her hands had migrated to his back, nails sinking into his skin for purchase and clawing at his shoulders hard enough to leave a mesh of angry red streaks.

Noatak didn't mind, quite the contrary, he loved every second of it- watching Korra loose her bearings and act on instinct like a wild creature in heat was one of the most beautiful things he could ever wish to experience and it didn't hurt that the sharp painful rake of her nails and the lascivious sound of his name on her lips only intensified his own lust. Before long his pace had grown almost frantic and his head was bowed onto her shoulder while breathless moans tore their way out of his throat too.

He wanted to urge the Avatar to just give in to pleasure and let herself climax, he wanted to see it and couldn't really hold himself back much longer, the dirty and sensual words were right on the tip of his tongue but before he even had time to say them Korra was already clinging tighter to him and screaming something completely unintelligible as the sensations finally overwhelmed her and pleasure crashed on her like a tidal wave that washed her brain clean of any thought, overwhelming all her senses at once, causing her body to thrash wildly in his arms.

Even if he had wanted to Noatak couldn't have held back after that, normally he would have drawn things out, he would watched her loose herself over and over and over before he let things end but between the slow build up of expectation, the alcohol and Korra's own passion, he just couldn't hold back any longer. Her body felt too good against his, her voice was too hypnotic, her sex too constrictive and rippling much too enticingly around his cock and before he knew it Noatak had both arms wrapped around her, practically crushing her body to his as his rhythm build to a peak and with a sound that was more akin to a low roar than anything remotely human, he let the taut coil of pleasure finally snap inside him and spilled himself into her.

They weren't sure how long it took for the static to fade from their hearing, for the air to return to their lungs, for their thoughts to suddenly become coherent again and their tense forms to unwind but slowly, sluggishly, they rolled until Noatak was on his back with the Avatar draped against his side, both of them lying together in a tangle of limbs and Korra's head somehow ended up pillowed onto his chest.

The sound of panting was only broken by the slight crackling noises of the dying fire but for Korra there was also the racing thrum of his heart under ear, not that hers was much better- he couldn't hear it but with his bending he could sense it racing as they lay there, basking in afterglow and still much too warm and mellow from the alcoholic buzz.

"We need a bath." Korra purred out of nowhere after a while once they had caught their breaths, he had almost thought she had dozed off until she spoke.

"Later." Noatak was not willing to shatter the lackadaisical mood they were in.

"We'll fall asleep if we don't go now." She chuckled softly, also disinclined to leave his arms and enjoying the way he was unconsciously playing with her hair. To be frank, nothing would have pleased her more than to let his heartbeat lull her to sleep right there on that furry rug in front of the dying embers of the fire, she could handle the stickiness after they woke up, she wanted to share a hot long soak in the tub with him.

"Later." He repeated without a care in the world, clearly on the same page as Korra, it was a rare mood for him and one that they were both happy to take advantage off.

Korra could almost purr with how content she felt snuggled to his larger form, heedless of the dampness of their skins, and Noatak was equally relaxed with his eyes closed while he continued to play with her hair. She was practically drifting off when she caught sight of a little green glint from the corner of her eye.

"I guess I'll have to buy more of that, huh?" The Avatar beamed and, when he looked at her, she nodded lightly towards the bottle that lay discarded and almost empty a couple of feet away.

"Yes." Noatak chuckled lightly. "But perhaps next time we should show a little more restraint. I'm afraid we went a little overboard."

"Hm… Or maybe we could try something else?" Korra suggested mischievously. "I wouldn't mind painting myself with chocolate or honey for you lick off next time."

"Sounds delicious." The equalist agreed, flashing her a lazy smirk.

"You and your sweet tooth." She teased, not entirely referring to his fondness of sugar as much as his fondness of their activities.

"I can't help be addicted to sweet things." Noatak continued to smirk and his fingers left her hair to trace a line down her spine. "You should know."

"Why's that?" Korra shivered slightly at the feather-light touches.

"Because, young Avatar, you happen to be sweetest thing in the world to me." He stated, without a single shred of sarcasm or embarrassment. She had no idea he pulled off saying things like that so straight-faced.

"Careful, Amon." The Avatar's tone was filled with playful warning. "People might start thinking you're just a sappy old man."

"And if I am?" He enquired just a good-humoredly.

"Then you're my sappy old man." Korra smiled and reached up just enough so her soft plump lips could press and mold to his luscious stern mouth in sweet kiss that promised so much more…

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(A/N: This did NOT go as planned. It was just supposed to be pwp but turned into something… More. Oh well, I hope you enjoyed it. I also had a much, MUCH, darker idea for this prompt but decided to save it for some other time.

Just so you know, Amarula is actually a real alcoholic drink from my home country of South Africa (copyright of the name goes to them xD). It's made from fermented marula fruit along with cream and sugar and it's sweet in a fruity caramel sort of way and totally delicious. FYI, the marula tree is also called the Elephant Tree or Marriage Tree so I thought it was appropriate.)