After leaving the bathroom, Korra saw that both men were dressed again, much to her disappointment. Tarrlok held her dress out to her, which she slipped into zipping it closed. Noatak held her panties in his hand, a small smirk on his face as he leaned against the headboard of the bed.
"I like you, Korra," He announced after a few moments of gazing as the black silk. He looked up to meet her eyes, his face smug. The face he gazed at her with made her shift on her toes. It made her feel exposed. In more that one way she was, she had just exposed herself in a way she had never done before. Being the avatar definitely came with some interesting situations, but she never anticipated that this situation would one of them. If anyone had known about he affair with Republic City's number one threat, she would've been expelled immediately.
"So shall we do some business then?" Tarrlok spoke up from his seat at the table next to the door. Korra sat in the chair across from him, strapping on her heels. Noatak rose from the bed, approaching the couple quietly. He stopped in front of Korra and lifted her chin. He nodded as he twisted her face back and forth.
"I think we may actually have a deal here, Tarrlok. I'll be honest, I was a bit skeptical at first, but she is just as good as you've been saying," Amon stated simply. His thumb trailed over her bottom lip. "She's firm and curvaceous, and tight," He leaned in close to murmur in her ear. "And warm, soft, and so, so petite." In the closeness his breath danced over her cheek, which was red hot from his words.
"I told you she was worth it," Tarrlok placed a large hand on Korra's shoulder, squeezing gently. She felt her blush spread from her cheeks to her chest as Amon kissed her neck provocatively.
"She is, very much so," Amon held her face in his palm. "So. The question is, what do you want, Avatar?"
Korra looked at Tarrlok at this point, looking for his approval. He nodded.
"I'd like to bargain a truce," Korra looked into Amon's eyes. He nodded slowly.
"I figured as much, and I'm willing to negotiate some terms," He sat in the remaining chair next to the younger girl. Pulling a piece of paper from the folder that was lying on the table in front of the liqueur. A pen emerged from the inside of his equalist uniform, and he got to work.
The revolutionist and the Avatar worked out a deal, one that she would propose to the city, and the council. Of course one of the conditions she had was that Amon could take no more bending abilities, which he countered with benders using their bending only in private. Korra simply told him that condition was impossible, since the police and quite a few jobs around the city required bending in public. He then renegotiated the term, and instead changed it to people being unable to bend within public places outside of work. Probending fell under occupations, but benders wouldn't be able to train outside of the gym. Korra realized that this would mean there would have to be additional bending gyms built, and was sure that it would be a compromise that the city was willing to make. After finishing the negotiations of the truce, Korra leaned back in her chair. She looked over at Tarrlok, who was already watching her. She smiled at him, and he returned it swiftly.
"I propose a round two," She suddenly said. Both men raised an eyebrow at her, surprised. Korra only smiled as she stood from her seat, unzipping her dress as she went. She kept her stilettos on as she circled around the table. Standing in front of Amon, she reached for his hand and placed it between her breasts, so he could feel her heartbeat. She felt Tarrlok grasp her waist and pull her into his lap.
"I love you so much," He laughed as he kissed her shoulder. She smiled broadly, which made Amon smile too. The brothers were more than willing to please her again, so they did.
When Korra woke the next morning, she wasn't sure where she was. She remembered the night before, and felt the warmth of two bodies on either side of her. The memories of being doted on by not only one, but two, water tribe men made her spine tingle again. Noatak's large arm was wrapped around her waist, and Tarrlok's rested under her head. She was fond of this situation. As she sat up, her bare skin brushed against theirs and made her smile. After she stretched, Tarrlok shifted next to her.
"Mmm, good morning, my love," He mumbled. Korra always loved to see him wake up; he had innocence to him first thing in the morning, and the way he looked at her always made her feel good about herself. "I do always love waking up to you."
"Likewise, muffin," She smiled and leaned to kiss him deeply. The arm around her waist tightened as her newest lover woke.
"Don't I get a kiss too?" Noatak chuckled tiredly. Korra gladly obliged, kissing his mouth just as deeply as she had Tarrlok's. Tarrlok scooted closer to her behind, wrapping his arms around her much smaller body.
"Tarrlok, we have to get up, we have to call a press conference," Korra protested. Her worries were cut off as Noatak also wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a water tribe sandwich.
"We can call one later, love, the truce is in place whether or not the whole city knows of it," Tarrlok kissed her bare shoulder. Korra reasoned that he was right, and let herself relax in the arms of her new lovers. Before long Tarrlok was gently snoring on one side of her. Noatak raised his head to see if he was actually asleep.
"I thought he'd never go to sleep," Noa laughed quietly. "I really wanted to have you to myself for a moment."
Korra was going to ask why, but the question was lost when his lips met hers. And when he made love to her, it wasn't anything like how he had been when Tarrlok was involved. He was sweet, and attentive, and most of all, gentle. She felt there wasn't a need to climax right away, and she really enjoyed the slow, leisurely pace Noatak had set. When she did cum, her loud moan woke up Tarrlok, who just kissed her mouth. She felt like these two men actually wanted her.
It was early afternoon when Tarrlok finally called the press conference. Korra had returned home late that morning to shower and change her clothing. She opted for a white tunic that reached mid thigh with dark blue leggings underneath. Her brown suede boots stopped right below her knees. Before leaving the Temple again she patted Naga's nose gently.
"Are you ready?" Tarrlok asked her for the tenth time since picking her up.
"Yes, Tarrlok, I'm ready. Stop worrying, please," She smiled at him from the passenger seat. He looked over, and couldn't help but also smile. She leaned over to kiss his cheek, reassuring him that things were going to be fine. When he stopped the car in front of the City Hall, Korra saw that hundreds of people had gathered to hear what she had to say. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door of the satomoblie and approached the podium through the chattering crowd. She saw the chiblockers lining the front of the stage first, then Amon standing on the right side of the podium. She resisted the urge to smile at him, trying to suppress the memories from that morning and the night before.
When she stood before the podium, she saw his eyes were crinkled in a smile, which she returned immediately, without thinking. Tarrlok stood on her left side, his hands clasped behind his back, almost mimicking their other lover. She held out her hand for the sheet of paper they had signed that morning, and Amon kindly obliged. Korra cleared her throat, and held up her right hand for silence.
"Citizens of Republic City, I called you here today to announce that Councilman Tarrlok, Equalist Amon, and myself have reached a peace," Korra began. Both men on either side of her unconsciously moved closer to her at the sound of her voice. "This treaty," She held up the slip of paper, "has been signed by all three of us, with the Councilman representing the council. As the Avatar, I have made an executive action, and I trust that there will be no breaches," Korra continued on to outline the treaty, and the conditions thereof. As she ended reading the list, she could feel Tarrlok's large hand resting on her back. She noted this was inappropriate in the public setting they were in, but didn't try to remove them as she opened the floor for questions. She first called on a slender woman in the front.
"Avatar Korra, does this mean the terrorism will end?" She asked. Korra simply stated that it would, and moved on. Many questions were about how to pay for the new gyms, and other things. Korra explained that no additional taxes would be taken from the people, but would be paid for through the reserve already in the city. Things quickly turned personal as Tarrlok once again stepped closer, his hand more on her hip than her back. Amon was still just as close, but didn't touch her. Reporters asked what relationship she had with the Equalist Leader, and she said that the relationship they shared was nothing more that professional. That was true to an extent. She just happened to be selling her body to get this truce to work out.
After questions began popping up about her and Tarrlok's sex life, she decided to end it there. She wasn't very comfortable discussing her bedroom life with the public, especially with her newest lover standing right there. Tarrlok guided her back through the crowd, his hand never leaving her hip. Amon walked on the other side of her, causing the crowd to leave a large path for them to walk through. Amon stepped in front of her to open the passenger side door, which she acknowledged and thanked him for with a hand on his shoulder. Before getting into the vehicle, she stood in the open door and stared at him. He stared back, and she could see his eyes crinkle once more in a smile. Soon he wouldn't need the mask anymore.
The drive through the city was quiet. Korra gazed out the window at the buildings, while Tarrlok rested his hand on her inner thigh. They were going to his home for dinner, and would meet Noatak there as well. She was definitely feeling pleased with how the conference had gone, though it did take longer than she had hoped. She was excited to see how the truce would play out. She wasn't going to let this city crumble, and she would do whatever it took to make change happen.
Tarrlok opened the door for her as they entered his large home. It wasn't the first time she had been there, but the grand appearance always shocked her. She was much more comfortable there since she had stayed the night a few times, but the looks his servants gave her always made her squirm.
"Welcome home," A voice came from the dining room entrance. Noatak leaned against the doorframe with a glass of wine in his hand. He had changed from his Equalist uniform into black slacks held up with suspenders over a white collared shirt. His mask was nowhere to be seen, and Korra assumed he had left it home. She smiled at him and, after leaving her large pelt behind at the door, kissed him. She had to stand on her toes when she wasn't wearing heels to do so, but she didn't mind. She tasted the tart wine on his tongue as he deepened the kiss, and she didn't object as he tipped her back in his free arm. After the kiss, Korra found herself breathless. He grinned at her and returned her to her standing position. Tarrlok's arm slipped around her waist, and she turned her head only to be trapped in another kiss.
"You spoke wonderfully today, my love," Tarrlok told her after he broke the kiss. She smiled and pulled both of the brothers into a hug.
"Thank you for everything," She whispered. "Thank you for making this possible."
"No, thank you," Noatak growled low in her ear. The men wrapped around her so easily, just like she fit so well in their embrace. It would take some getting used to, but she was excited to start this new chapter in her life.
AN: I know I fluctuate between "Amon" and "Noatak" a lot. In my mind he is Amon in professional settings, and Noatak in intimate ones. I'm not just doing it to be crazy. :P