So, this is the first of three chapters in my Amorra fic. It's been posted on Tumblr already. There's honestly not much to say about this, only that the first 2 chapters lead up to a smutty finish.
Amon invites Korra for a meeting, telling her to come alone at midnight.
This is it, I'll finally be able to fight him, just me and him. It will all be over; no one else will be involved.
She looked around her; his choice of location was good. An old empty warehouse. It must have been cleared in one of the raids… no one would come back here so there was no need to guard the place. All the equalist weapons had been evacuated and there was nothing left but a few tables and some old crates.
How long is he going to keep me waiting? She wondered. He'd left her a message at the air temple, it was hand written on expensive paper. She laughed at the thought,
He managed to get in to the air temple without alerting any of the guards… how did he do it?
Ever since the last 'meeting' (more like ambush) Tenzin had put the guards on red alert, you had to have an invitation to come on to the island and even then the guards would search all your bags. She'd told Tenzin not to worry and to stop bothering the guards with his new 'high alert security' tactics. She shook her head at the thought of Tenzin running around, panicking about her safety. Just like my dad, over protective, verging on insane..
Her head darted up at the sound of footsteps. Korra instinctively moved into a firebending stance, her eyes darting ferociously from side to side, searching for the source of the footsteps. She found it.
His voice came silky smooth from behind the mask, the clarity of his speech was impeccable.
"Now now Korra, I thought I said we were here to negotiate, not fight. I haven't even informed my men of this meeting."
It was impossible to read any expression behind that mask, something that had always given Korra the creeps. She silently and reluctantly lowered her fists, keeping her eyes locked with his.
"That's better, now we can talk." There was a hint of a smile behind his mask, It gave Korra goosebumps.
She cleared her throat, willing to find her voice and for it to come out as confidently as his.
"What do you want" She stammered slightly but hoped it went undetected.
"Nervous are we?"
Shit, he noticed.
She cleared her throat and then he stepped closer. Her eyes darted to his face looking for an explanation. Amon raised his hands in a mock innocent pose,
"I merely wanted to see you clearer."
"Maybe the mask is getting in the way.."
Shit, Korra, shut up. Why did I say that?
"Hm, maybe you're right." The smile in his voice was back, so were Korras goosebumps.
He raised his hand to the mask, seeming to unclip it. He paused for a moment before throwing it to the floor.
Korra stood, frozen to the spot.
"Surprised Avatar? Surprised to see what your precious benders did to me?" There was no bitterness to his voice, it was soft, almost pittying towards Korras ignorance. For so long she'd thought his sob story was a bluff, something to gain the sympathy of all his followers.
She stumbled for words,
"i..i'm so sorry.."
Before she could finish he was on her. In one swift movement he had pushed her back onto one of the tables, clamping her hands down so she couldn't move. His faces inches from hers, his breathing even.
They both stayed silent, Korra still in shock, her eyes searched over his face, exploring every harsh burn and dip in his skin. The scars laced the right side of his face, weaving in and out of each other, varying in length and depth. They crossed over and intertwined, trailing along his cheek and jaw.
The other side of his face was perfect, flawless. Smooth, plump skin traced his jaw line, thin lips that curled into a tiny smile. A strong brow and deep amber eyes set in between dark lashes. He was handsome. Handsome is an understatement she thought.
Her hand reached up to touch the scarred cheek, her fingertips brushing gently against his skin. Her eyes followed her hand, then flicked back to his eyes. Pink flushed her cheeks as she realised he had been watching her every move. She pulled her hand and gaze away, the pink growing a shade darker into red.
He let out a small laugh, tucking his hand under her chin and turning her face back to his. He leaned in close to her ear, parted his lips and said very simply,
"I'm sorry to do this to you Avatar."
Before Korra could respond a strong surge of electricity blasted into her shoulder and straight through her body. She dropped and he stepped away. And right before she passed out she saw the sickening smile of the lieutenant as he slotted his electric sticks back into their holders.