Amorralok Week
Redbayly does not own Legend of Korra.
Warning: Implied sex at the end.
Masks
"Oh for spirits' sake, you two." Korra fussed. "Are the masks really necessary?"
The two men exchanged looks from behind their porcelain shields.
"Yes." They answered at the same time.
Korra let out a frustrated sigh.
"You know, it's not as if anyone's going to recognize you. We are at the Southern Water Tribe, and not Republic City, after all."
"We're not taking any chances, Korra." Noatak snapped.
Korra rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"Just consider yourselves fortunate that the Solstice Festival allows you to wear masks." Korra smiled and playfully ruffled the two men's hair. "Of course, I'll always prefer you both without those stupid things to keep me from seeing your faces." Both the grown men blushed like teenage boys underneath their masks.
About an hour into the festival, Korra had managed to get Tarrlok to take off his mask. Noatak still refused though, so Korra and Tarrlok left him to pout in the corner while they went off and enjoyed themselves.
"Come on, Noa, take off the mask." Korra requested.
"No."
"Come on. If you don't take it off, then I can't give you this." She kissed Tarrlok's cheek in an attempt to make him jealous.
"Though your offer is tempting, Avatar, I am not swayed."
"Pssh, your loss."
Korra began to walk away with Tarrlok, who was grinning smugly at his older brother. Korra was convinced that Noatak was just being stubborn, that he was refusing to take off the mask just to annoy her.
"Take off the mask, Noa."
"No."
"Take it off."
"No."
"Can't you say anything other than 'no'?"
"Try asking again."
"…"
Korra was starting to get really fed up with this.
"You know what; Noatak? If I can't see your face out here today, then you won't get to see my face tonight."
Noatak's eyes narrowed as Tarrlok's face lit up with glee, they both knew what Korra was implying in that statement. It meant that Tarrlok would get to be in front for once.