She wiped her tears, carefully untangling from him. No matter how silent she was, he would always wake up the second she was no longer in his arms. Amon rolled on his side, blankly staring at her. He caught her by the wrist, pulling her closer to him. "Stay," he whispered in a demanding tone. He was not pleased each time he woken up to find her sneaking out.

Korra shook her head. Each time he requested her to, the longer she stayed. She had to leave. She couldn't be in his bed for too long. This wasn't right...being here. She shouldn't been going around sleeping in his bed when there was a revolution happening. She curled into his arms, thinking to herself, her heart fluttering. "I have to go," she answered.

"It's snowing," he promptly answered. Amon tightened his grip on her, pulling the sheets to warm her shivering body. "And you shouldn't be out in the snow." He did not approve of her going out in the snow because she easily got sick from the cold.

"We can't continue this, you know that right?" she sighed, resting her cheek against his skin. She wasn't sure of what they had but she knew it wasn't right.

"I'm aware of that, but you and I aren't traditional to begin with," he countered calmly, stroking her hair. Her hair was spilling out of her pony tails, slightly dampened from the warmth of his embrace.

"I'm the Avatar," she took a deep breath, her eyelids becoming heavy. She was tired of having the same argument with him. "And you're my enemy. No good can come from this." Korra was being rational. He shouldn't hurt her for power and in the middle of the night attempt to win her affections. It wasn't right. All her life, she wanted what her parents had. She wanted someone stable and traditional. Amon was none of this. He did not bear her gifts or show displays of courtesy but she couldn't help it. She loved him. She loved the way he smelled, his kisses, his strength.

"No matter how much you remind me, it doesn't change how much I feel for you."

She shut her eyes tightly, feeling his lips touch hers.

"Do you remember the first time I realized I loved you?" he coaxed, staring at her.

Of course she did. Korra shook her head automatically.

"I know when you're lying." Amon interlocked his fingers with hers, gripping her tightly. "I found you under blankets of snow. You were unconscious, shivering to death. I could have left you but when I saw you...do you remember what happened next?" he inquired, masking his smirk.

"No," she lied again.

No matter how much she tried, he would always find a way to reclaim her heart as his.

"I carried you to my chambers and warmed you. I let you sleep in my bed completely unharmed...and untouched. I could have ended your life right then but there was something about you."

"You didn't let me leave," she pouted, pulling the sheets even more. Her cheeks were red from the memory. Korra smiled deviously, touching his calloused lips. "So I escaped."

"You caught me by surprise." He chuckled.

She blushed harder. She remembered how she escaped. "I kissed you out of nowhere and ran," she laughed to a point her stomach ached. The picture was still fresh in her mind of Amon standing there, stunned from the random kiss.

He kissed her before she could let out another laugh.

She felt her heart flutter but her conscience was pushing at her. Korra pulled away, staring at him with saddened eyes. "I have to go," she reminded him. No matter how much he tried, he could never have her permanently. She stared into his eyes, her fingers brushing his bare cheek.

Amon nodded, his face was empty. She knew how much it pained him each time she left. He went on top of her, sweeping her hair from her face. "Before you leave," his voice was hoarse. She felt her skin tightened with anticipation, watching him lean closer to her. "Let me kiss you before you leave."

Korra stared at herself in the mirror, touching her skin. Her body was covered in blotches and bruises from his lips. The bruises looked like symbols of propriety -that he marked her. She sighed in frustration. No matter how hard she tried, they bruises were always there. She hated them truthfully. They were a sign that she belonged to somebody. She didn't want to belong to anyone and be controlled. He hugged her from behind, breathing at her neck peacefully.

"I really have to go home," she was serious. Korra had to back to her own bed before Tenzin wakes up.

"I told you already, it's too cold for you to go out in the snow. Let me take you home."