An introduction for first-time readers: Tumblr user iamartemisday was doing a 30 day shipping challenge, and day 14 asked for a prompt the user wanted to be turned into fanart/fanfiction. She (jokingly?) answered "grapes." I saw her post in the Amorra tag and decided to fill it, and was surprised by how much I enjoyed writing it.
So (unprompted), I wrote a second food story. Then a third. I was getting a nice little collection of one-shots.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, "Are You Gonna Eat That?" was born.
The story diverts from canon during the events of "The Voice in the Night." Instead of meeting Korra with an army of Equalists, Amon actually does come alone. After some fighting and some chi-blocking, they get to talking. Tenzin and the police move in, cutting their conversation short, so they make other arrangements to continue the discussion. The two keep meeting in secret and before they realize what's happened, they've tumbled into bed together.
This fic opens at some point after their first night together.
Their affair s is messy, tragic and painful.
But...
They have lots of good food.
They have lots of fantastic (angsty) sex.
They have lots of epic banter.
And maybe, just maybe, they will have a happy ending.
...but don't count on it.
Disclaimer: characters are property of Bryke and Nickelodeon. Korra is 17/18 at the start of this fic.
Sharing is not one of Korra's virtues.
He emerges from the bathroom and his heart suddenly leaps into his throat.
She is holding it in her hands.
The deception is over.
The secret is out.
Korra has found his stash of grapes.
"Give them back," he growls as he approaches the bed.
"Why?" says Korra as she examines the fruit in the dim light.
"Because they're not yours," he says, making a grab for the precious treats. The cluster suddenly shoots overhead and hangs just out of his reach.
Oh, if only she knew, he thinks as he glares down at the smirking Avatar. He could've easily waterbent the grapes back down again. He could've easily done a lot of things, some of them pleasurable, and others far more painful. But she's not ready to know that. Not yet.
"Come here you." He dives on top of Korra, and their squabble devolves into a wrestling match of flailing limbs and naked flesh. Finally, he emerges sweaty and triumphant atop of Korra.
"Now will you give me my fruit?" he asks gently.
"Only if you promise to share," says Korra breathlessly. "We never got fresh grapes in the South Pole – we obviously don't have the climate for them and dried fruit keeps longer anyways. Please?"
She is doing the thing with her eyes again.
Dammit.
"Fine. Just watch how much you e-"
The cluster descendes and nearly a third of the fruits pop off the bunch and drop into Korra's open mouth. She is deliberately slow in her chewing and gives a rather pronounced moan of pleasure (which really doesn't help his concentration).
He glares at her again; she merely bats her eyelashes in faux surprise. "Oh, did you want some? I apologize for my poor manners."
She smiles that smile and his cock twitches instinctively. You just finished not twenty minutes ago, he reminds himself. Have some dignity and self-respect.
"Are you quite done yet?" he says with no small measure of exasperation.
Korra's expression falls. "Hey, I was just kidding with you. Honestly, if I've upset you then-"
Don't cave, don't cave, don't cave, do-
He sighs. "It's fine, Avatar. But I have been waiting for a shipment of this particular grape for a very long time and I would like to enjoy at least one before you devour them all."
"Well in that case…" Korra bends the bunch down into her hands, picks off a grape and places it on her forehead.
"…what are you doing, Avatar?"
"Exactly what you asked me to do. I'm sharing." She looks up at him. "C'mon big boy."
Fine, woman. I'll play your game.
He leans over and engulfs the grape in his mouth, making sure to run his tongue over Korra's skin in the most ridiculous manner possible. She merely giggles and pokes him in the ribs.
"Don't be so silly," she says playfully.
Like you're one to talk. "One grape hardly counts as sharing."
"You're right. It doesn't." This time the grape goes on her nose. He eats the fruit and plants a gentle kiss over her nostrils.
"Mmm," she murmurs appreciatively. "You've earned yourself another one."
This time the grape goes over her mouth. He doesn't even bother with eating the fruit; he captures her lips for a slow but searing kiss, letting his tongue slide against hers, slowly pulling and pushing her bottom lip between his own.
When he is done, he is satisfied to see a flush darken her cheeks.
Serves you right, he thinks with smug satisfaction.
"Wow," says Korra, blinking contently. "That just earned you three more grapes. Just three, though."
"'What? Since when did you get the right to decide how many of my grapes I get to eat?"
Korra notices the concerned look on his face. "Don't worry. I promise not to eat any more of them."
The tension melts out of his body. "Well that's a relief. Three more and I can rest easy."
The first grape goes on her neck, and he kisses and nips the skin until he is certain that a love bite will be there the following morning.
The second grape goes in the space between her breasts; he resists the urge to kiss those and instead lets his lips linger in order to feel the pulse of her heart nestled below.
Finally, she picks the third and last grape from the bunch. To his surprise, she brings it to his forehead, traces a line across the (fake!) scar on his face, and slides it under his chin before bringing it to rest on his lips.
She leans forward. He closes his eyes in anticipation-
And then the grape is gone. "Whoops, my bad," she says unapologetically.
He opens his eyes and gives her his fiercest glare yet. Bloody tease.
But then his eyes widen as she brings the grape down to slide over her right breast, taking care to brush it against the nipple; then she pulls it down her abdomen, letting it rest in her belly button before lifting it out a second later; then the grape goes lower and lower until...
…oh.
In retrospect, he doesn't know why he hadn't seen this coming.
"Well?" Korra whispers huskily, her eyes blazing with lust. "What are you waiting for? Eat it."
He is all too happy to obey.