Title: Hard Labor

Rating: M

Fandom: Legend of Korra

Character Paring: AmonxKorra, former MakoxKorra, MakoxAsami

Author's Notes:

Hey guys! I'm really sorry about this being a day late! Life has been hectic and I really was trying to get it done, but didn't have the time. The next chapter might be late as well, but I don't know I shall start working on it asap. I hope you guys like this chapter!

She turned her head to him and sighed softly, her energy almost completely spent. Her lips still moist from their caress as his weight shifted off the bed. She heard the clinking of glasses together before a cool metal cup was placed in her hand, "Drink Avatar." His words caused a shiver to move across her skin as she sat up gently, sipping the tangy water infused with herbs.

He watched the young woman drink the concoction he handed her, smiling to himself as she drank the unknown liquid. He moved gracefully over to the bedside table and picked up his mask, putting it on gently, sighing with regret. Picking up a dressing gown he put it on and lifted Korra into his arms, blankets bunching around her.

A small gasp came from her lips as she moved her arms around his neck, hand softly brushing against the edge of his mask. Disappointment moved through Korra as she realized his intentions, the soft swing of a door audible as a rush of chilled air touched her nude skin. His arms loosened around her, allowing her to fall deeper into the blankets, the hard kick of a door was heard as he placed her on the guest bed. His hand pulled off the blindfold as he stood beside the bed, "Rest Avatar." She looked up at the formerly daunting man, her wide eyes taking in his rustled hair and disheveled robe. He moved out of her room closing the door quickly.

Sighing as he closed the door, "Lieutenant, what is it?" he growled as he looked to the man sitting on the couch, feet up on the coffee table. Amon clasped his hands in front of his robe after settling the fabric to sufficiently cover him.

"Was this your plan?" his underling asked fuming with rage as he looked to the bloodbender. Lieutenant leaned forward as his feet crashed against the floor. Standing up brisly he looked from the door the Avatar had just been carried to, and back at Amon. "Just having a fuck slave?" the worlds snarled from his mouth, agitation taking over.

Sighing the blue eyes watched the older man before him, "No, there is no need for me to explain my actions to you." His previously relaxed shoulders tensed with annoyance. He stepped forward to his friend, "There is a plan, Lieutenant, do not doubt me again," his deep voice taking a cold tone.

The underling looked at Amon and stepped back abruptly, realizing he has crossed an unspoken boundary he nodded, "Yes sir." He moved quickly to the door, nodded to his superior and left the room without another word.

Amon shook his head and entered his room, throwing his mask to the floor as the door slammed behind him.

Korra's eyes widened as she heard the doors slamming, the moment he had left her she moved over to the door, ear pressing against the hard surface listening. Her head moved away from the door, her hopes diminished as Amon's voice mentioned a plan. She moved up onto the bed and curled up into the blankets the held his scent. Confused by their new relationship, her nude body shivered as the blankets surrounded her, her eyes fluttering as she fell into a deep sleep.

The days passed, awkward words spoken between them as they lived together. Amon left for a couple hours a day leaving her with guards that tattled the moment she acted up. He gave her an herb concoction each morning, she knew he wouldn't poison her, or hurt her, given how she had gotten to the suite. One day her boredom took over as she sat in his office, alone except for the guards near her. She stood up and moved over to his desk, his bedroom door shut, she grazed her fingers across the corner of his desk. The waterbender looked over to the guards and grinned. She quickly rushed to Amon's bedroom door and opened it quickly, and slammed the door behind her, a small click was heard as the door was locked.

Grinning to herself Korra sighed and looked around the room in front of her, hearing the guards bang at the door she could tell she was probably going to be punished for her actions, but she didn't care anymore. She trekked across the large room, noticing the small hints of watertribe that was scattered over the room. She looked at the large bed that she had formerly been on, face flushing a deep red her gaze moved to see the large closet, dresser, and tables that were strategically placed around the room. Korra's hands moved to the cabinet that held drinks, her normally abrupt graceless footsteps took a very airbender-like ease to her movement.

Shifting to the doorway across the room her eyes lit up, she didn't understand why she wanted to see the bathroom but she had a feeling it had to do with the small watertribe idols placed throughout the suite. The waterbender's eyes lit up as the door sung open. The master bathroom was larger than the guest bathroom, glass enclosed shower in one corner, toilet with a sink beside and a very large clawed tub stood as the focal point of the bathroom. She gasped as she looked around the clean and modern room, not hearing the turning of the latch behind her.

His annoyance was greater than intended as he was pulled away from a training meeting. He hadn't thought to lock his door, knowing the Avatar was at least somewhat intelligent, clearly he thought too high of her. He rushed to go to the suite, not wanting her to discover anything that could possibly reveal his identity. His anger dissipated as he opened the door, seeing that she hasn't touched drawers. He turned to find the young woman in the doorway. The bloodbender grinned behind his mask.

Sneaking behind Korra he snatched his black scarf that sat on a nearby table, grabbing her hands he swiftly tied them together, her eyes pried away from the bathroom to look back at him with fear. He leaned down to look her into the eyes, "I told you not to misbehave."