He stripped her until she was naked, her bloody wounds out in the open. He held her as if she was an infant. He pulled on her ponytail, winding a lock of her hair around his fingers. His eyes flashed indifferently. She shuddered for she knew the image of his piercing eyes will always be in her memory.
"You should know better than to be out in the middle of the night," he shook his head with disappointment. He was furious with her but he kept his temper even. Even though he didn't want her to leave in the middle of the night, she had to but he wished she would be careful. "It's dangerous. Look at you, you're injured."
Korra had tripped from sliding down the snow home. Her shirt was torn and her whole stomach received second degree burns from falling down the mountains and branches. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed. She didn't even want to start an argument with him. "You know I have to go home," she said, biting her tongue from other words to escape.
"But you shouldn't rush," he snapped. "You're bleeding and if I wasn't there you would have died Korra," he hissed. "How many times do I have to say it for you to understand? Why can't you be slow and careful instead of rushing like a mad maniac? Sure you might come home but if I wasn't there to save you and clean your wounds you would die from infections."
Amon placed her in the tub filled with warm water and knelt down. She watched him help her scrub the blood and dirt out from her various cuts and burns. Amon was right though. If he didn't follow her, she would have continued to go home and roll underneath her covers without properly treating her body. It wasn't like she didn't know how - but she was worn out from making trips back and forth every night.
"Do you feel better?" he asked sincerely. He bit his lip, his hand stroking hers.
She felt herself sinking deeper in the warm water. There were no masks to separate them. All she saw was the man beneath the mask. His blue eyes are captivating and piercing - she could spend hours just looking deeply into them. The way he looks at her when they're alone...she knows he cares for her but both of them were confused. Every little thing they did, she ended up regretting it.
"Yes," she answered. She closed her eyes and leaned to kiss him. She nibbled his top lip, slowly becoming submissive to his loving kiss. His loving kisses were gentle and slow. His loving kisses were not too overwhelming but they were passionate and sweet. He had many different types of kisses and she loved all of them. She loved each side of him, loved each moment and feeling he gave to each kiss was exactly how he gives love to his people.
Amon supported the back of her head with his hand, guiding her closer to him that she was clothed with his scent.
"I really want you to be with me," Korra whispered. She lets him scoop her in his arms. The cold air welcomed her cruelly. She shivered, snuggling to steal his body warmth. She wants the confusion to end. She just wanted to be with him and love him without regrets.
"I want you too," he wiped her face from the water crystals.
Amon placed her on the bed. He didn't care that she was wet. He wants her to be safe and well. He bandages her wounds before kissing her for the second time of her second return to his chambers. He slips underneath the covers with her and holds her by the waist. He wraps his legs around her bare legs to steal her coldness. He wanted to steal her pain.
"You will stay the whole night until morning," he whispers as he touched one of her breasts.
"I can't Amon -
"You are in no condition. Please, focus on relaxing and your health for once. Besides, I know you would come up with a reason why you weren't there for practice."
Korra bit her lip, nodding. She had no strength to refuse his request. She was tired and sore and she was comfortable in his arms. It was strange to her. It was so easy to get comfortable in his arms and it's so hard to get out of them.
He pulled her in closer to his chest that she could feel the hotness of his breath. She smiled to herself. She loved his scent. He stroked her matted hair solemnly. "Can I keep you?"
"No," she answered firmly. She was afraid of him but she won't be claimed as territory.
Amon frowned. He yanked her hair that she could feel some strands being pulled from her scalp. "You already took my heart," he muttered, smirking. "Can I take yours as well?"
She smiled bashfully, tugging his hair in return. "You're a liar!" she laughed."You gave me your heart."
"I'm aware of that," he chuckled. "You should give me yours in return."
This chapter was inspired by one of my favorite movies, Casper. :) Remember that part when Casper was human for a moment and danced with Kat? During that scene, he asked her if he could keep her :')
Yeah…one of my favorite childhood movies.