Title: Hard Labor

Rating: M (eventually will be)

Fandom: Legend of Korra

Character Paring: AmonxKorra, former MakoxKorra, MakoxAsami

Author's Notes:

Hey guys! I'm amazed by the reviews and positive feedback I have gotten so far, thank you all so much! I have so much planned in my mind for this fanfic… it isn't gonna be a short little drabble. :P

Anyway! I hope you all like this chapter! I have the next chapter mostly written and then planning on writing the next one after that tomorrow. :P

The first day she had free in the suite she took her time to observe her surroundings. After he untied her arms she had lay in the bed and curled into the pillows and blankets. Although she didn't think her time in the cell was long a bed was one thing she sorely missed. She curled up and peaked from the pillow, the room was longer than she had thought, the bed on the far wall from the doorway.

The large bed had brown accents and carvings on the headboard she noticed, as well as a matching dresser and table against the opposing wall. A small blue chair was next to the table, the chair looked comfortable as well as gave the room a homey feel. She looked at the grey walls and the noticed the watertribe accents around a mirror, as well as the traditional earth kingdom art on the wall near the chair. The room although rather simple was very nice, a better quality than she expected.

Yawning she couldn't help but get up, she wanted to shower and get all the dirt and grime from the cell off of her. She looked around the room for her clothing, not seeing it she grimaced. She knew she wouldn't agree to just wearing bindings and a shirt. A large sigh emitted from her mouth as she padded over to the doorway, she looked into what seemed to be Amon's sitting room and office. She saw him sitting at his desk doing paperwork, 'more likely plotting Republic City's demise,' she thought.

She watched him for a moment, the mask still on as she watched his eyes move, his hood was still on but hung on the back of his head. His dark brown hair showed as well as the straps that held the mask to his face. His tanned skin showing, causing her to wonder where he came from, 'could he be from the water tribe?' she asked herself. She watched him for a moment more as he worked silently, finally courage dwelled within her as she finally spoke. "Um… Do I have any clothing or something I can wear?" she asked him, trying not to sound demanding.

He looked up at her; she didn't see any signs of surprise in his eyes, which she hoped was a good thing. He nodded slowly and watched her a moment before speaking. "There should be clothing for you in the dresser, I figured you would want some watertribe clothing," he said in a gentle manner. There was no need for him to be condescending to her considering she had done nothing wrong, yet.

Korra nodded quickly and then shut the door behind her, her heart pounded from fear, and something else she couldn't quite describe. She didn't want him to change his mind, and yet the fact that he cared enough to get her comfortable clothing made her wonder. She quickly ran to the dresser and started to search for shorts and a shirt to wear, as well as new bindings. She found the items she wanted, surprised by how stylish they were, as well as the nice quality. 'Where does he get all these things?' was her only thought before shutting the drawer.

She opened the door and peaked out again, he had gone back to his paperwork and had a large paper in front of his face. She felt her face become flushed as she walked through the door, still in her binding and shirt. She started to walk to the door she thought was the bathroom until the door to the suite burst open. She squealed and looked to see who the intruder was, her face becoming a brighter red when she realized it was Amon's first hand. She tried to pull down the shirt as she looked over at Amon who clearly had amusement showing in his eyes.

He looked the avatar up and down as his mind wandered around what he would to do her. He then finally looked over at his Lieutenant who clearly had an enraged expression upon his face. He only looked away as he watched Korra run into the bathroom her cute rear wiggling as she fled the scene.

He sighed softly to himself and then stood up for his friend, "What seems to be the issue?" he asked, although already knowing what the issue was. He knew his friend wouldn't approve of the situation, but Amon had no other option.

The lieutenant glared at him, "You know exactly the issue Amon! What are you doing with the Avatar in your suite! You should just take her bending right now and let her be a disgrace to all benders!" he almost shouted at his commander, he knew that he could with Amon, he was the only one allowed. Rage overtook his face as he walked over to Amon and leaned on his desk.

Amon couldn't help but nod as he did agree with the Lieutenant, but he shook his head at his friend, "She is a better asset to us in tact, I know you respect me, so please understand, there is a plan in motion," he says seriously as he puts his hands behind his back, the subconscious movement not only causing him to become a more intimidating presence, but he also used it as a defense mechanism.

His friend and right hand man breathed deeply as he tried to calm down, "Are you sure having the Avatar so close to you is a good idea?" he asked. Although a reasonable question, it annoyed Amon to be questioned a second time.

Amon just nodded his head and didn't reply otherwise, he sat down swiftly and raised the paper up to his eyes again, "That will be all," he dismissed the Lieutenant as he went back to his paperwork. Listening to hear of the Avatar had been listening in or if the shower was running.