Summary: Smut
Gengre: Smut
Rating: Smut
Author's Note: Smut
Smut
"Finally!" Korra announces to no one.
After such a long day of air bending training, fire-ferret practice, and baby sitting, she is exhausted. She goes into the bathroom to flip the switch that will start up the water heater. She then strips off everything.
Taking off all the bands and clips that hold her hair together, Korra passes by the mirror and notices the fading bruises all over her body. She frowns. It has been a week since Tarrlok had kidnapped her. Korra opens the tap and bends the water to give herself another healing session. The coolness of the water and the tingling sensation of healing relaxes her muscles.
When she is done, Korra sends the water down the drain and closes the tap.
Ready to take a quick shower and get herself into the warmth of her bed, Korra turns on the shower. She just starts turning the knob when laughter greets her ears. She turns around to find Amon standing at the bathroom entrance. She isn't quite sure if he is really there or if this is just a hallucination of her tired mind. That is, until he speaks.
"Quite exposed, aren't we avatar?" Korra yanks a towel of its hook and hurriedly wraps it around her body. "Don't you have other things to do than watch me shower?"
He chuckles again and casually walks up to her. Korra backs up until her back is against the wall and he is still nearing her. He finally stops as step away from her and places his hands behind his back.
"What do you want, Amon?"
She can see his eyes sparkle in amusement and his voice matches.
"I came to claim my payment."
This honestly confuses Korra. "Payment?"
"A week ago, I let you flee. I could have captured you, made you my hostage. But I decided against it. My merciful acts come at a price." Korra's eyes flash. She would attack him, but her hands are keeping the towel over her body.
"And what kind of payment are we talking about?"
Amon steps closer to her and whispers. "You," in her ear. Korra is about to ask what that means, but her mouth is covered with his. The bottom of his mask digs into the bridge of his nose. She pushes him away by his neck.
"No. Especially if you are going to be wearing that thing. It's uncomfortable."
Korra surprises herself when she hears the words spilling from her mouth. What is she insinuating?
"As you wish, Avatar." Amon removes the sash at his waist and ties it securely around Korra's eyes. He covers her mouth with his again and this time, the mask is no where Korra can tell. She pulls away.
"Just one time, right?"
"Unless you beg for more."
His voice still holds the amusement from before. He then bends to kiss the skin at her neck.
"I really don't want this." Amon only pauses to say, "If you say so."
He then returns to her mouth, and again, she does nothing.
He pulls away, just barely. His lips brush against her as he speaks. "Stop resisting this Avatar." He waits a second before bringing his lips to hers. This time, he is much more tender and she begins to respond. He feels her hands still tightly clamped at her chest and he pulls one away and brings his hand to tangle in her hair.
Korra's hand makes it to the front of his tunic and she pulls him flush against her. Amon pulls away with another chuckle. "So eager."
"Shut up and take it off."
Amon does not need telling twice. He pulls away to remove everything but his boxers. Their hips meet again and Korra explores his chest the only way she can. Forgetting the towel, both her hands explore and scratch at his chest and Amon growls in approval. The towel begins to slowly fall off and neither do anything about it. When it leaves Korra fully exposed, Amon abandons her mouth to entertain her breasts.
She releases half moans and bites her lip. Seeing her like this make Amon grow harder with every sound that escapes her bruised lips. His finger follows imaginary swirls down her torso until they meet her core. The dampness there makes him smile. He stands back level with her and drives a ginger inside.
Her expression is beautiful. Part of him wants to remove the blind fold so that he can see her eyes as well. Amon begins to tease her with a second finger when Korra grabs his hand and pulls him out of her.
"You're talking me now or ever." Her voice is breathless and husky. Amon never knew a simple sentence could make him feel so aroused. She feels around for the top of his boxers and pulls down. He lets them fall to his ankles. Korra takes a moment to feel his erection and unconsciously smiles. She wraps a leg around his waist and guides him in. The simple act causes her face to contort in pleasure. Amon pulls out slowly and slams into her. A squeak escapes her lips and Korra swears she can sees stars. He does it again and she groans. This time, it's in frustration.
"Amon, I swear, if you do –" He cuts her off by covering her lips with his once again. This time he pulls out and pushes in with out stopping. There is an unspoken rhythm between the two of them. Korra bucks her hips along with his. Amon wraps a hand around her lower back, allowing himself to delve ever deeper into her.
"Say my name." He finds himself saying. She tries, but the pleasure inhibits her speaking ability.
"Amo-nn. A-mon." His lips hover over hers and breaths in her loudest scream.
Amon rises and falls along with the Avatar.
For a few seconds, they both remain still, panting and basking in the after glow of their orgasms. Finally, Amon pulls out and begins to pick up his clothing. Korra's eyebrows scrunch.
She carefully walks forward until her hand lands on his shoulder. Amon stands up of out curiosity.
"You didn't think that was it, did you?
A smile forms on Amon's face. He drops his clothes and claims the Avatar for himself again.
