Title: Hard Labor
Rating: M
Fandom: Legend of Korra
Character Paring: AmonxKorra, former MakoxKorra, MakoxAsami
Author's Notes:
I hope you all have a lovely week and anticipate the next chapter to come! It should be up Friday, either around midnight or during the day. I felt like I should be nice to those who are eager for the next chapter!
She rushed into the shower the second she saw Amon's right hand man, and turned on the shower quickly trying to get away from her new, more comfortable hell. She sighed with relief as she stepped into the warm water, letting it beat a steady tempo across her soft skin helping to cool her constant temper, as well as relax her. She smiled as her hair became drenched and she reached up and took out her hair ties. The warmth of the water helped her chilled bones strengthen. Finding the soap she started to wash the resistant grime off her body. Lathering up her legs, she noticed a clean razor in the shower as well. Shrugging she lifted each leg to lather it up and then let the razor glide smoothly up her legs leaving soft tanned skin in place of the suds.
She repeated the process until her legs were hairless as well as under her arms and everywhere else. She knew the shower was taking longer than needed, but she was enjoying the water surrounding her. She gathered some water near her head as she secretly waterbent, allowing the water to go over her hair and rinse her clean before it fell to the tile. She knew she was at risk but she knew of no other way to fully clean her hair without using waterbending.
She turned off the water and sighed as regret overcame her. She already missed the flowing water as she took a towel and started to dry her body off. As soon as she was dry and her hair was only partially damp she got dressed and walked out of the room, leaving the old bindings and shirt on the counter folded neatly.
She thought he would be out of his office, but she was wrong. Disappointment filled her as she realized she had to socialize with her captor. She stood outside the bathroom door with his back turned to her. She saw him turn his head to see her and he then proceeded to read the papers in front of him. She stepped forward and her hand whispered across a bookshelf that stood between her new bedroom and the bathroom, noticing the decorative sword that sat there.
She padded her way across the carpeted floor to the couch. She sat down and curled her feet underneath her, as she looked at yet another bookshelf and the waterbending scroll on the wall adjacent to her room. She didn't notice that Amon had stopped reading his papers and was now observing her until she looked over at his desk, noticing it's quality, before looking at him.
He watched her from the moment she stepped out the bathroom door, damp hair hanging softly around her face as she looked around the room. She observed the room and obviously noticed the watertribe details that he couldn't resist putting around the office. As her eyes wandered through the room they finally found his desk, her eyes leading up to him. He enjoyed that her mouth formed a small o as she looked at him, realizing he was watching her. She looked away quickly as a blush flowered within her tanned cheeks.
Embarrassment flooded through her as she realized she had been staring at him. Recovering from her brief lapse of awkwardness quickly she looked back over at him, noticing the water tribe weapons that hung on the wall behind him. She sighed deeply as her eyes returned to his, "Is there anything I can do? Am I allowed to read the books?" she asked softly gnawing her lower lip apprehensively. She knew her rules and tried not to break them.
As he watched her reaction he didn't move, her demeanor was more attractive than he could have anticipated. As the words left her lips he stood up and walked over to the shelf across from her, "You are allowed to read these books," he said softly. His voice had a sincere note to it as it danced to her ears.
She watched him walk over to the bookshelf and pouted, "What about those books?" she sat up and pointed over to the books that she had walked by, sitting under the shelf that held the sword.
He shook his head as he followed her gaze, "No. Those are books are not permitted, I'm sorry but no." Although sympathy was present in his tone, the fact that he refused annoyed her.
She scowled at him and stood up, defiantly walking over to the shelf she picked up one of the books. "Tales of Bending?" she read the title and put her hand on her hip, "Oh really... and is there a reason why I can't read these?" She knew she was pushing buttons but she couldn't resist. She was trying to test her boundaries.
He grimaced from behind the mask, "Put it down Avatar," he stated as authority quickly replaced his previous sympathy. He knew this was trivial, but she agreed on obedience, and he could not permit her to even touch those books. Some of those books had very vital and secret information that he didn't plan on sharing for a while.
She looked at him with a raised brow, "Surely you are kidding? It is just a book." She opened the book and started leafing through the pages as he walked up to her.
He stood in front of her and put his ungloved hands around hers and shut the book abruptly. "Put it away Avatar," his voice taking a threatening and authoritative tone. He demanded obedience, and she wasn't listening. Thankfully, although he hated it, his plans were going right as intended, if she continued to disobey.
She looked at him dully and forced her hands to open again, allowing the book to open to a random page, "It's a book," her nose scrunched up as she got more indignant, "Just a book!"
He let out a long sigh from behind his mask and took the book from her, swiftly hitting her at key points as her face contorted with shock and anger. He hit her arms in such a way that it quickly impaired her ability to move them at all. They hung there limply as the annoyance dissipated from her face, realizing what she had done.