Korra sighed as she took one last go through the spinning panels. She looked at Asami and Mako cuddle together, feeling a part of her heart tug in jealousy. She wasn't jealous that Asami was with Mako. She was jealous because she didn't really know what to make of her own relationship. Korra wondered if she had come off too strong to Noatak. After all, she told him that she was in love with him. Things shouldn't have been complicated because he loved her back… but it was.

Korra went back to her room to change out of her air acolyte clothing. She heard a soft knock at her door as she was putting on her regular clothes. She hurried to put on her shirt and tripped a bit over her pelt as she went to the door. Korra opened the door and saw Asami standing there with a small honey cake in her hands.

"Oh hey Asami, what's going on?" Korra said.

"I just wanted to give you this. I thought you could use it after training. Plus… I mean I can't thank you enough for asking Tenzin if I could stay here," Asami said.

"Oh… well that's not really a big deal. Tenzin is rather generous when it comes to helping people," Korra said.

Asami peeked past Korra to look at her room. Korra hadn't really cleaned it in a while. The task force, pro-bending, and airbending had occupied most of Korra's time to the point where she honestly didn't have the time to fix her room up. Clothes strewn across the floor with some books on airbending and a historical romance that Jinora lent her. Then there was the box from Noatak's gift that sat on top of her bed.

"Wow Korra! When did you go to Kawakubo's?" Asami said.

"What's that?" Korra said.

Asami ducked underneath Korra's arm and took the white box. She shook it in front of Korra before opening the box. Asami pulled out the torn dress and looked at it.

"Please tell me you didn't buy a Kawakubo dress just to rip it up," Asami said.

"No! I didn't on purpose! It's just that you can't… can't fight in a dress! So I had to rip it so I could fight…" Korra said.

Asami stared at the dress and looked at Korra.

"Did Tarrlok give you this for working on the task force?" Asami said.

"No. No. No. No. No… I just… got it for myself. To feel pretty… You know?" Korra said.

"Well! I happen to know a good seamstress. She would definitely be able to repair this dress. It was only torn at the seams, so it's not that bad at all."

"Oh cool. I was a little disappointed that this ripped. It's a gift after all."

Asami jumped and pointed at Korra.

"Ha-ha! I knew you didn't buy this for yourself!" Asami said.

"What! I didn't say that!" Korra said.

"Yes you did! Tell me who he is! Who's the boy toy?" Asami said.

Korra sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Boy toy?" Korra said.

"Yeah… you know? A guy you're seeing but not for romance… more for the fun stuff. Tell me it isn't Tahno," Asami said.

Korra gagged a bit at the suggestion. Sure she felt terrible that he lost his bending and deep down she thought he had really good hair, but that didn't interest her enough to want to date a guy like him.

"I'm taking it you're not seeing Tahno. Still, who is he- your boy toy," Asami said.

"Well he's not really like that… I mean we… you know… a lot… Um… what I mean is… he's not a boy, and I don't think he'd appreciate being called a toy," Korra said.

"So he's older," Asami said.

"Yeah," Korra said.

"Is he a silver fox then? A sugar daddy?"

"What's that?"

"You know, a handsome older gentleman type. And sometimes, they like to give you gifts."

"I mean he's older… but he's not that old. I mean I've never asked him how old he was, but I think he's in his 30s. And this is the only gift he's really ever bought me."

"Hm… older but not too older and not a sugar daddy… Is he hot?"

"That's an understatement."

"Then he's your man candy. So what's he like? You won't tell me who he is, but whoever he is, he's got really good tastes. Kawakubo's is one of the best designers in Republic City, and nothing there is cheap."

"He's from the Northern Water Tribe, and he's very smart… He looks good in a suit."

"He sounds really mysterious, Korra."

"I guess so, but he's really nice. And he reminds me of home."

"Hm… Well I hope I can meet him sometime."

Asami took the dress and left the honey cake on Korra's windowsill. Korra grabbed the velvet box that she hid in her dresser and pulled out the necklace. She placed it around her neck and hid it beneath her shirt. She took her parka and pulled it over her head. Korra walked out of the women's dormitories and snuck out the honey cake to give to Naga. She climbed into one of the small motorboats and rode it to Republic City.

Korra took one of the trams to get to Narook's. She stuffed her hands into her pockets hoping to find enough Yuans to get some noodles. Korra triple counted her money, standing far from the bar and trying to recall how much a cup of sea prune stew was. She didn't notice the man in front of her who was waiting for his own food. Narook came back from behind and brought out a large paper bag with piping hot food.

"Noa, you are my best customer. You're the only one who orders my wife's seaweed wraps. It makes her happy that someone orders that," Narook said.

Korra's head popped up and stared at the man in front of her. He certainly seemed familiar from behind, but it wasn't until she heard his voice- hearing him say something in the old Water Tribe language in such a distinct accent that she realized who it was. She smiled and waited as Narook said something back. Korra could only pull out a few words in their conversation- she hadn't spoken it in a while, but she loved it all the same.

"Some days you really make me want to get back on the next ship back to the Northern Water Tribe…" Narook said.

Amon smiled and grabbed his food. He turned around and saw Korra with a fistful of crumpled Yuans.

"Narook, get me an extra order of noodles," he said.

Narook laughed and leaned onto the counter.

"For you, it's on the house tonight. I never see you go home with a beautiful woman," Narook said.

Amon shrugged and pointed to Korra's hands.

"You can put that away. I got us an extra bowl of noodles," Amon said.

Korra stuffed the crumpled money back into her pockets.

"That's what you guys were talking about? I heard something about a lady and food… possibly the tram," Korra said.

"You're a little rusty. He said on the house not on the tram," Amon said.

"They almost sound the same… The way you say it," Korra said.

Narook returned with a smaller bag and handed the bag to Korra.

"That's because he's rural," Narook said.

"You can tell?" Korra said.

"His accent is so thick, I wonder if he just got off the boat," Narook said.

"You talk like you're from the North Pole," Amon said.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Narook said.

"Thanks for the noodles. I'll see you next week," Amon said.

Korra skipped outside and waited for Amon to catch up.

"Where are we going to eat?" She asked.

Amon thought about that for a moment. He guessed they could probably go to his home. His home, not far from Narook's, was not a location known by his comrades. He was always the first and last person out of the headquarters, and he was always very good at remaining hidden. Amon thought about the current state of his loft and whether or not if it had any blaring evidence outside of his mask in the opening. Even still, unless Korra was good at finding trap drawers in wardrobes, she wouldn't find the mask. He was for sure that nothing in the loft would reveal his identity.

"I don't live far from here," Amon said.

"Wow! I get to see your home. This is certainly exciting!" Korra said.

Amon and Korra walked to the building where he lived. The building was one of the first, more permanent buildings that were built in Republic City. It used to be a slaughterhouse, Amon remembered, before that industry was pushed well outside of the city limits- leaving hundreds of non-benders out of work.

Korra couldn't believe the sight of Amon's apartment. It was large and open with tall windows and sleek furnishings. There was a wall just devoted to books and an elegant phonograph with a cabinet full of records. They placed their food on an ebony table with a couple of papers on it. Korra glanced at some of them. They looked like they probably came from wherever Amon worked. Beneath these papers, an Equalist pamphlet caught her attention. She grabbed and waved it in front of Amon.

"These guys aren't bothering you. Are they?" Korra said.

Amon took the pamphlet and immediately tossed it in a bin behind him.

"They hand those out like crazy. I take them so they don't bother me," Amon said.

"Well, if they ever try to bother you about bending, just let me know. I can give them a what for," Korra said.

Amon laughed and took out a couple boxes of food. Most of the boxes went directly into his icebox. Korra looked around at his kitchen and noticed there weren't too many cooking items and dishes around.

"You don't cook much," Korra said.

"I don't have the time. I'm always busy," Amon said.

Amon went to one of the cabinets and picked a couple of plates and bowls. He placed them on the table where he also grabbed the utensils from the bag. He always got real dishware from Narook that he would wash and return. Amon liked this due to his desire to live a rather Spartan life. Amon unwrapped the bowl of noodles and poured them into the bowls in front of him. Korra took the other box he left out and opened it. The strong scent of the seaweed wraps entered Korra's nostrils. Seaweed wraps weren't Korra's favorite Water Tribe food. They often were filled with braised cuts of tiger seal and mixed with roots, sea prunes, and an mélange of herbs- often with a medicinal purpose in mind.

"I take it your mother didn't make seaweed wraps as well as mine did," Amon said.

Korra placed the wraps onto a plate and took one to inspect. Amon just snatched one instead and took a big bite of his. He slowly chewed and made a big sigh of satisfaction at the taste. Korra took a little nibble of hers and grimaced a bit before she chewed. The initial taste of seaweed wraps was always very bitter enough for Korra to ignore everything else and make her spit it out. This time, she was surprised at how sweet and savory flavors undercut the bitter tastes of the roots and herbs. Amon laughed and leaned back in his chair.

"You like this?" he said.

"What?" Korra said.

"You like this," he said.

"It's really different from what I'm used to," Korra said.

"You're from the Southern Water Tribe. Right?"

"Yeah."

"They make these a little differently there, but for the most part, I think people don't like how bitter these taste no matter the local cuisine. The ones that Narook's wife makes taste like the ones my mother made."

Korra grabbed some more noodles and ate. They finished their meal in silence until Korra looked back at Amon who was putting the dishes in the sink. He went to the phonograph and put on a record that Korra recognized as one of the popular songs that was played on the radio. Amon motioned Korra to join him on the sofa where they held hands as the song played.

"Can I tell you something funny?" Korra said.

"Of course," He said.

"My friend… well I don't know if she's my friend yet… but she says I should call you my man candy," Korra said.

"That's very funny," Amon said.

"Why are you talking like that?" Korra asked.

"I miss talking like that, and I think you know more than you let on," Amon said.

"I don't," she said.

"You have a very big southern accent," he said.

"No way. How can you tell?"

"The way your words ran together and how your vowels are shaped. If you don't know much of the old language, I can teach you."

"Would you?"

"Of course. So what do you want to do now?"

"Ummm… how do I say 'I want to go to your room'?"

Korra looked Amon's lips as he repeated what she said in the old language. She tried to say the words back, and when she didn't get them exactly correct, he repeated them softly in her ear. Korra nodded and stood up. Amon took her hand and guided her into his room.

Amon's room was just as spacious as the rest of his apartment. There was a large bed in the center of his room with a meticulously organized wardrobe and dresser against an adjacent wall. He left the curtains open in his room, showering the room with the light from outside and onto the bed. He had a few paintings hung on the wall along with a couple of masks from traditional Water Tribe ceremonies. Korra sat on the bed before she let herself fall down on it. The bed was way more comfortable than the one she slept on. Amon smiled as he sat next to Korra and started to caress her underneath her shirt.

"Let me make love to you," he said.

"Take my clothes off," Korra said.

"Do you mean mine? Or yours?" Amon said.

"You heard me right the first time."

"Then yours."

Korra nodded as Amon discarded her pelt to the floor. Korra scooted upwards to let Amon slide her shirt off and then her pants, taking her lower bindings with them. Amon reached behind her back to remove the knot of her upper bindings. He smiled when he saw her nipples already perked. His fingers touched them slightly and then started to pinch lightly. Korra's legs were already squirming beneath him. She had pushed her thighs in together and was rubbing them together.

"You're so beautiful when you do this. You make me want to slide in right now," Amon said.

"Don't stop," Korra said.

Amon listened and added his attentive mouth to the mix. His tongue rolled over a nipple before he sucked on it. At first, he sucked lightly, hardly noticeable for Korra except for the wetness and heat, but then as she started to moan, he sucked harder. He only got up to attend to her other breast. The wet feeling between her legs became hard to ignore. As much as she loved what Amon was doing with her breasts, she desperately wanted to be down there more than anything.

"Touch me Noatak. Please touch me," Korra said.

"Touch where? Tell me where," Amon said.

Amon rose up to kiss Korra. Her fingers weaved with his and reached down to the petals of her sex. Korra lazily smiled as his fingers slid around her entrance. He swirled his fingers around her clit and then down. He made this movement while Korra pulled his head closer to hers so they could kiss with the sort of fire she wanted. Amon then inserted a digit inside of her. Korra bit her lips and closed her eyes as Amon explored her. His finger touched her walls and occasionally touching the bundle of nerves that Korra sometimes found herself. He took his finger out and inserted another finger when he returned to her. His fingers continued to touch the same spot as they moved in a steady motion in and out. In an act of what seemed clumsy and accidental, Amon curled his fingers a bit inside of her and brushed against her spot. Korra felt the dulling pleasure slowly burn there. Her breathing started to labor when he started to deliberately brush against the spot. His eyes concentrated on hers as he added his thumb to gently rub her clit. Korra groaned loudly as he did this. She pulled his head to hers again. Her kisses were more desperate as she moaned and grinded herself against his hand.

"Oh. Oh Noatak," Korra said.

Korra couldn't believe the sensation that ran through her body. She felt the pleasure burn through her body. Amon let her clutch him close by and kissed her through her release. She clawed at his shirt and pants leaving no questions about what she wanted next. Amon took his shirt off quickly while Korra unbuttoned his pants. Korra took his hard length in her hand and stroked up and down slowly. Amon growled and thrusted hard into her hand. He took her hand off and placed her legs over his shoulders. Korra looked into his eyes with a smug wildness.

"Take me," she said.

Amon took his cock and pushed it into Korra. He didn't move right away but remained in his position with his eyes closed tight trying to revel in the sweet tightness of Korra. When he opened them, his eyes flashed with tenderness as moved his hips in a slow roll. He wanted to say something to her. That if she asked him at this moment to never take her bending, that he would promise to never take it away from her. He let Korra's legs down and let her wrap them around his waist like she liked to do. Amon lowered himself to kiss Korra's body as he continued to thrust. His mind spun around in a daze as he lost control. Korra took his face into her hands and stared at him. She whispered softly.

"Let go. Come for me," she said.

Amon cried at her words that sent a shock through his body. He no longer moved in the languid motions of earlier but in the raw pounding that Korra welcomed. Her fingernails pressed into his skin as he lost himself inside her. He pressed his mouth against hers held her as he came. Moments passed before they said anything. Instead, they kissed and held the other tightly.

"I love you," Amon said.

"I….I…" Korra said.

Amon smiled and said the words again. Korra couldn't hear the words. She could only see Amon's lips move as he said the words over and over.

"I love you," Korra said.

"Then keep me forever."