Author's Note: I wrote this in under 30 minutes since I forgot about the competition after I talked to Captain. So for anyone that doesn't like it... man... it's okay if you don't like it. I'm proud of how fast I wrote this and how if this isn't received well is not my problemo~ I wanted there to be smut~ but I'm not complaining XD I'm grateful I can take a big fat nap. I didn't accomplish much today but this is something I'm proud of ^w^

Noatak sat in Tenzin and Pema's living room sipping a cup of tea. Pema was her usually overly courteous self while Tenzin was less than thrilled of the sudden intruder. Sometime after Korra defeated Zaheer, Amon became prevalent in her life. At first her encounter with Amon was fear; but after talks Korra and Amon reached an agreement that they both wanted peace. Amon wanted the hate in bending to go away, while Korra wanted the benders and non-benders to coexist. Eventually, they fell in love and realized that their differences could be overlooked. Korra left a note to her parents and Tenzin and parted ways 2 years ago. Finally coming back when she'd hoped their anger would have subsided.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Tenzin stood his head turning its usual red. He threw his robe off of his usual shoulder as Pema tried to grab him.
Amon stood up and as he was about to say something to Tenzin, Korra walked in her hair was down to her butt in a high, curly, ponytail. She wore her snow moccasins, a low blue skirt, and a white and blue bat-wing shirt.

"Korra…" Amon muttered as she walked in.

"Why can't I be with Noatak?" Korra angrily pressed.

"He took several individuals bending, he's a dictator, and he's 40 years old!" Tenzin angrily point out.

"I restored their being, not anymore, and you're 56! Pema's like…30 something!" Korra angrily spat back.

"I'm 36…" Amon grumpily said.

"My father wouldn't want this and neither do I!" Tenzin angrily stomped his foot as the veins in his head throbbed.

"You'll never be Aang, Tenzin!" Tears welled up in Korra's eyes as she said this. "Believe me when I say I've tried to live up to him. I can't, and neither can you!" Korra pushed herself between Noatak and Tenzin.

"Tenzin we should hear them out." As Pema said this Tenzin shot her the dirtiest of looks. As Pema walked to their bedroom, Tenzin looked directly at Amon.

"You should have died with Tarrlok." As Tenzin turned away and walked to his room.

"I did." Amon closed his eyes; as if giving a silent prayer to his younger brother.

Noatak and Korra walked out of the Air Temple to the under statue of Avatar Aang. Holding hands as Korra wiped her red eyes. Amon put both his hands over her eyes.

"What are you up to?" She annoyingly muttered.
"Just keep them shut." As Amon drew water from the sea and sculpted and odd shape; Korra excitedly wiggled her hips, a smiling etching itself across her face.
"Alright, open them." Amon walked toward Korra as she opened her eyes. Amon quickly snuck a kiss before moving away.
He'd sculpted a heart out of pure white Ice, however, inside was water and what appeared to be charcoal in a snow globe effect. Written across the heart was "Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you."
"Do you like it?" Amon said walking behind Korra, placing his hands on both her hips.
"I love it Noatak!" She turned and hugged him, giving him a deep wet kiss as he wrapped his strong arms around her in a tight embrace.
"Happy anniversary my love." He said kissing her forehead.
Korra's face turned to the same horrid one she'd gotten before when Ikki told Asami she liked Mako.
"Did you forget?" Amon frowned in an I'm just playing with you sort of way.
"No, … well yes but I already had your gift picked out!"
Amon closed his eyes and awaited his gift. Korra grabbed both of Amon's hands and placed them to her bare belly. Amon's eyes shot open as he felt the smooth skin. Rubbing his thumb across her many war scars.
"Does this mean what I think it means?" Noatak swallowed hard. Kissing Korra's stomach in a shaky manner.
"Yep, what? You're too old for kids?" She poked at his hair laughing as he glared up at her.
"Not if you don't mind being an old, widowed, spinster with a teenager."
"what?"
"Nothing."

Korra and Amon sat talking under the temple. Starting a small fire and consummating their new gift. Korra greedily grabbed Amon for another of many kisses.
"Made you a song, old man." Korra stood, dancing around like an idiot. She didn't care. He loved her for it.
"Let me hear it." He said lying down on her fur parka.

I know sometimes it's gonna rain,

But baby can we make up now

'cause I can't sleep through the pain
Boy I don't wanna go to bed mad at you

And I don't want you to go to bed mad at me

No I don't wanna go to bed mad at you

And I don't want you to go to bed mad at me

Umm (she actually stopped to think of what to say next)

And it gets me upset boy when you're constantly accusing

asking questions like you already know

We're fighting this war, baby, when both of us are losing

this ain't the way that love is supposed to go. What happened to working it out?

We fall into this place where you ain't backing down, and I ain't backing down,

So what the hell do we do now?

It's all for nothing fighting for

Nothing (crying for),

Nothing...

We won't let it go for nothing don't let for

Nothing.

It should be nothing

To a love like what we got oh, baby

Korra did a small hip dance at Amon, before she laid on top of him. Watching him brush her face as she kissed his nose.

"I love you." Amon said.

"I know… show me." As Korra and Amon enjoyed themselves the White Lotus guards above them cringed at all of the banter.

"Should we say something?" One of the younger guards asked.

"Just smile and wave boys… just smile and wave." An older guard told him as he looked on to the sea.