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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Avatar:_Legend_of_Korra
  Relationship:
      Amon/Korra_(Avatar)
  Character:
      Amon_(Avatar), Korra_(Avatar)
  Additional Tags:
      Family_Feels, Gratuitous_Smut, bonus_shorts, Smut, Fluff, smutty_fluff
  Series:
      Part 2 of The_Trophy_Wife
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-12-18 Completed: 2013-02-22 Chapters: 9/9 Words: 13873
****** The Speshuls Collection ******
by mercy_angel_09
Summary
     A collection of bonus one-shots from The Trophy Wife. All of these
     one-shots take place in the Trophy Wife 'verse, but didn't quite fit
     within the larger narrative of the main story. I'll post them as the
     corresponding chapters are posted in the main story.
Notes
     Set between chapters 21 and 22. Korra decides to purchase some
     funderwear. Amon likes it. A lot. And then decides to show her his
     appreciation for it. Basically pure smut to celebrate two months
     aboard the S.S. Amorra.
***** Babydoll *****
Evening had settled over Republic City, soft moonlight enveloping the city as
the residents settled in for bed.
Noatak was stretched out in bed, reclining on a mountain of pillows as he read
a book. He could hear Korra fussing in the bath, no doubt trying out some of
those fancy soaps she had bought that afternoon with her mother.
The shopping trip was something he hoped to forget but figured he would never
be able to, mostly because every time he closed his eyes he could see Korra
holding up what equated to a scrap of sheer indigo fabric and some lace. With a
groan he tried to push the picture of her wearing it from his head, but was
unable to. This simply wasn’t fair!
He attempted to continue reading his book, but his concentration was shot. The
words in front of him twisted into something carnal, calling to him with a
siren’s song. In his mind, he could see the scenario play out. She would emerge
from the bathroom in that delightful garment, the flimsy material floating
about her body. Gliding over to the bed, she’d straddle his hips and kiss him
senseless, before trailing her lips slowly down his body to the waistband of
his pants. She would help him undress before taking him in her hands and mouth,
before he would…
“Noatak?”
Eyes snapping open, he looked up to see Korra standing shyly in the bathroom
doorway, covered by a knee length satin robe. Along the hem were beautifully
embroidered silver waves that fluttered as she walked towards him. She
pirouetted as she crossed the room, smiling when she faced him again. “Do you
like it?”
He opened his mouth to answer, but for some reasons he couldn’t quite find the
words. Instead he nodded dumbly.
Giggling softly, she untied the belt on the robe and let it fall from her body.
Pooling at her feet, she stood in front of her husband in the sheer fabric and
lace. “It’s called a babydoll. It’s all the rage right now. The woman who owns
the store said that men often bought them for their wives, or women bought them
as a surprise for their husbands.”
“I really like it,” he murmured, studying the way the garment clung to her
body. It was made up of several sheer layers of chiffon, flaring out from
underneath her breasts which were covered with two triangles of chiffon and
lace in some strange bid for modesty. Underneath he could just barely make out
a pair of ruffled shorts, again just covering enough to be considered modest.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d like it,” she said with a nervous chuckle. “I wanted to
ask for your opinion but you just left the store.”
“Just needed some fresh air,” he said quickly. Fresh air and a chance to regain
his good sense before he dragged her off to one of the fitting rooms.
“Well, I’m glad that you like it,” she said as she approached the bed, slinging
a leg over him so she could straddle his hips. Oh, he really liked where this
was going. Leaning down, she whispered in his ear, “You’ll just have to show me
how much you like it.”
As a general rule, Noatak’s ears were sensitive. It was something Korra
discovered early on in their marriage, that by licking, sucking, or nibbling on
his ear she could get him to do or agree to anything. Her lips had ghosted
against the shell of his ear, sending shivers down his spine. Oh spirits, why
wasn’t he naked already?
His thought process shut down when she kissed him, though, a languid kiss that
was gentle and sweet and promised a long night of light touches and soft
sighs.  This glorious creature was his and his alone, no one else would ever be
this close to her.  Sliding his hands up her thighs to her hips, he played with
the waistband of the satin shorts, hooking his fingers under them, ready to
pull them down when she gave the word.
“Noa?” she murmured against his lips.
Pulling back, he gave her a confused look. “Noa?”
“Takes too long to say Noatak,” she explained. “Noa’s a nickname. Shorter,
easier to say.”
“You’re the only person who’s called me that,” he said as he leaned forward to
plant a kiss on her exposed collarbone. “I like it, but no one but you can call
me Noa.”
“I am okay with that,” Korra agreed with a smile. Leaning down she kissed him
again, sighing softly when he moved his hands up to rest on her torso. Several
minutes later she pulled away, grinning. “I think you’re overdressed.”
Looking down, Noatak noted that he was wearing his pajamas, a loose tunic and
trousers that kept him warm during the colder months. But compared to Korra, he
might as well have been wearing a parka. “Hmm, yes, perhaps you’re right.”
With Korra’s help he stripped down to his drawers, settling back on the duvet
with Korra stretched alongside him. “So,” she purred, “what now?”
“I can think of a few things,” he murmured as he positioned himself to trail
kisses down her neck. Pausing at her collarbones, he sucked lightly on the
boney protrusions. From there he kissed down her breastbone, relishing the
sound of her beating heart.  He lay with his ear pressed against her chest for
several moments, listening to the steady thump of her heart in his ear.
“What are you doing?”
“Reveling in you.”
“I could think of a better way you could be reveling in me.”
His head snapped up, catching the way her eyes were glittering. Korra wasn’t
exactly innocent, but she wasn’t really the type for making double entendres.
But the one she just made…
“Well, if that’s what you want,” he said as slid his hands down to her shorts,
hooking the waistband with his index fingers and swiftly pulling them down to
Korra’s knees. She kicked them off and spread her legs, grinning down at him.
Smirking, he planted a kiss on the side of her knee and then down her thigh.
Deliberately he avoided the one place Korra wanted him the most, instead
trailing kisses up her other thigh to her other knee. Groaning in frustration,
she glared down at him. “You’re such a tease!”
He cocked an eyebrow at that. “I’m a tease? You were the one who dragged me
into a lingerie store this afternoon. That’s all over Republic City’s
newspapers, you know. The entire city is speculating about our sex life right
now.”
“There is nothing wrong with our sex life,” she said as she nudged him with her
knee. “In fact I’m willing to bet it’s fantastic.”
“I’m inclined to agree,” he chuckled. “Anyway, I’ve been fantasizing about you
in this rather delightful garment nearly all day. It’s awkward to be
fantasizing about your wife when you’re trying to hold a conversation with her
father.”
Korra burst out laughing.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying my misery,” he grumbled as he lightly dragged a
finger from her ass to her knee, smirking when she shrieked in response.
“Perhaps I should torment you a little in return.”
“I like that idea,” she grinned. When he finally placed his mouth against her
opening, she sighed and settled herself into the mattress.
Taking his time, Noatak used his tongue and lips to take Korra to the height of
pleasure repeatedly. Licking, sucking, and nibbling on the sensitive flesh,
Noatak took his time to build her up to her peak, and then rapidly send her
careening over the edge before starting to build her up all over again.
After three successive orgasms, Noatak decided that enough was enough and
pulled away, allowing her to come down her high as a mass of boneless jelly on
the bed. He left her long enough to go wash his face, coming back to find that
she hadn’t moved at all, but her breathing had slowed.
“Are you feeling okay?”
Her eyes flicked towards him as a slow smile spread across her face. “Yes, yes
I am.”
“Can you move?”
Lifting her arm slightly of the bed, she gave a short nod. “I think so.”
“Mm, good,” he said as he stripped out of his drawers and snuggled up to her.
He fingered the fabric of the babydoll. “You know, I really do like this.”
“I’m rather fond of it myself. The minute I saw it I knew I had to have it,”
Korra said as she fiddled with his hair.
“Best purchase you’ve ever made.”
She burst out laughing and lightly smacked his shoulder. “You’re an ass.”
“Mm, I try,” he chuckled.
With feeling returned to her limbs, Korra rolled on top of Noatak, straddling
his hips and wiggling against him. He groaned at the sensation of her slick
wetness against his length, causing her to grin widely. “Oh, you like that, do
you?” she snickered. “How about this?”
Oh spirits, she was hell bent on torturing him. Angling her body, she lined up
his erection with her entrance, teasing him with her moist heat. He groaned
again and lifted his hips to try and enter her, but she was two steps ahead of
him and raised her hips as well, denying him what he wanted the most. 
“Korra…stop…”
“Stop what? I’m not doing anything,” she teased as she nipped his ear
playfully.
“And therein lies the problem,” Noatak said as he gripped her hips to hold her
still as he thrust up into her. “That’s better.”
“You’re terrible,” she muttered as she shifted so her body would better accept
his length. She let out a hum of pleasure when he was settled within her just
right. Slowly she began to rock her hips, enjoying the sensation of him moving
within her.
They were subdued as they moved, moaning each other’s names like some kind of
prayer. After two months of marriage they had developed a rhythm all their own,
a dance that only they could do. Odd that it had only taken them two months to
find that rhythm, but it didn’t matter. There was something between them,
something that couldn’t be denied.
Korra’s movements became more frantic, pushing herself to the edge of pleasure
once more until she arched her back and opened her mouth in a silent scream of
pleasure. Collapsing on top of Noatak, she gasped for breath before letting out
a squeak of surprise when he flipped her over.
“My turn,” he rasped as he began to rock against her. Korra reached up and
pulled him in for a kiss, tangling her hands in his hair and wrapping her legs
around his hips to take him into her body fully. His movements sped up,
carrying him closer to his climax until he broke the kiss and buried his face
in the crook of Korra’s neck as his body spasmed with release.
Rolling off of her, Noatak caught his breath. “Wow.”
“Yup,” she agreed. “Wow.”
Grabbing a rag from the bedside table, Noatak bent his seed from Korra and
cleaned her up before flopping down next to her. “Maybe you should get more of
those babydolls.”
Korra’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh? Are you implying that every time I wear one
we’ll repeat this performance?”
“Hm, yes, I think so,” he answered.
“Well then, another shopping trip is in order.  And you’re going to stay the
whole time.”
Well shit.
***** Welcome Home *****
Chapter Summary
     Home from training early, Korra finds herself alone in her suite.
     Looking for a way to pass the time she decide to snoop through Amon’s
     possessions and find a spare mask. And then she gets an idea - a
     horrible, awful, evil, incredibly sexy, idea.
Chapter Notes
     So apparently I destroyed a few feels with chapter five, and felt
     obligated to write some fluffy Amorra porn. This one-shot takes place
     within The Trophy Wife universe, but I basically couldn’t find an
     actual spot for it. No matter how I looked at it, this whole
     encounter is basically gratuitous porn.
     So it got to be its own story. XD
     You don’t have to read The Trophy Wife in order to understand this
     story, though I do allude to a few things that are established within
     the story itself. And it’s entirely possible that this one-shot may
     actually have an impact on the story at a later time. And if that’s
     the case, I’ll make sure to point it out within the main story. If
     you’d like to read The Trophy Wife first, click the tag or the link
     on the sidebar that leads to the master post.
     And now for 2,074 words of flirting and smut.
     If you really want to know where this story fits within The Trophy
     Wife, that would be between chapters 26 and 27. Ultimately I wrote
     this before I got there, so that's why I couldn't figure out where it
     went in terms of the main plot. But since it is gratuitous porn, it
     works better to keep it a side story rather than just a random smut
     chapter.
Snooping around Amon’s – Noatak’s – room had some turned up some interesting
things. He lined up his shoes perfectly. The medicine cabinet was organized by
product and then alphabetically. His clothing was always meticulously folded,
even when it was in the laundry basket. He had a stash of pin-up prints under
the false bottom in the bedside table drawer (she had laughed for almost an
hour straight after finding those; she had never pegged him for being a
pervert).
But perhaps the crown jewel discovery was that he had spare masks in his desk.
Korra had found other things in his desk, too, like the flask of fire whiskey
and spare bottles of ink, and interestingly enough, a file on her. The file on
her wasn’t exactly a surprise – the police had files on all known Equalists so
it only made sense that the Equalists would have files on their well-known
enemies. Files on triad bosses, high ranking city officials, and of course, the
Avatar.  Two files in particular looked to be extremely well read; hers and
Tarrlok’s. Given what she knew now that she was married to Amon, it wasn’t that
surprising. Of course he would keep tabs on his younger brother, and the
multitudes of hand written notes were little things that would have been
meaningless to anyone else, notes on his family, his dating habits and his
routines. Her file had less handwritten notes, but nearly every photo was well
worn, as if he had spent a lot of time looking at and handling them. It was
only marginally creepy, because she didn’t really think much of the difference
between their ages anymore.
The masks, though, that was a surprise. She knew he liked to be prepared, and
he would take into consideration that something could happen to his mask and a
spare would be required. Except he had three spares.
They were carved from a lightweight wood, which took her by surprise. She had
originally assumed that they would have been made of clay or porcelain, but the
more she thought about it, the more she realized that an earthbender could
cause it to shatter with little effort. He wouldn’t risk being blinded by
shards of porcelain flying into his eyes, so the wood, which could never be
bent, was the most pragmatic option.
It was lightweight and smooth in her hands, the paint flawlessly applied. Now
that she no longer feared the man behind the mask, and thus the mask itself,
she could admire the excellent craftsmanship of it. She turned it over in her
hands, wondering what it would be like to live in the mask. With a giggle, she
dashed off to the bathroom with one of the masks. Standing in front of the
mirror, she held it up in front of her face and then burst out laughing.
She looked ridiculous, but that didn’t stop her from posing in front of the
mirror for nearly ten minutes. And then she had an idea.
A wonderful, awful, evil idea.
Sauntering into the bedroom, she peeled off her clothing. Noatak would be home
at any time, and she wanted to surprise him. With a laugh she tied the mask
around her head and walked back into his office. Now she had to figure out how
to greet him. She stretched herself out on the sofa that faced the door first,
trying to pose herself like one of those pin-up girls. It felt wrong, though,
so she tried it on the other sofa, thinking she could catch him off guard as he
entered the bedroom. However he probably wouldn’t even notice, so she had to
abandon that idea as well.
With a frown she surveyed the office, her eyes finally settling on the desk.
Oh yes. That was what had started this whole ordeal in the first place.
Settling herself in the chair, she propped her feet up on the corner and
waited.
She didn’t have to wait long, as a few minutes later Amon walked through the
door. “Korra? Are you here?” he called as he shut the door behind him.
“Right here,” she purred, drawing his attention to the desk.
He fell to a dead stop, eyeing the sight in front of him. Never in a million
years did he expect to find the Avatar sitting at his desk wearing his mask.
And nothing but his mask. He swallowed audibly. “Korra,” he said, his voice
cracking.
“Noatak,” she replied smoothly, smiling beneath the mask at his apparent shock.
He couldn’t remember what his top fantasy had been, though he recalled that
even before he ever faced the Avatar, she was certainly the star. This…this was
good. Hell, this was better than good. This was fan-fucking-tastic.
“You’re staring,” she tutted softly.
“Well, it’s not every day I come home to find my wife sitting naked at my desk,
wearing my mask and nothing but my mask.” He removed the one he was wearing and
eyed her. “You’ve been snooping.”
“Oh yes, I have been. I’ve been a very bad girl,” she cooed. “Are you going to
punish me?”
He raised his eyebrows. “Punish you? Oh no, because I’m pretty sure I’m
dreaming right now. Why on earth would I want to punish a dream?”
She chuckled as she bounced her foot. “You’re a little overdressed, don’t you
think?”
Looking down at himself, he realized she was right. He wasted no time in
removing his clothing, opting to keep his mask off. Just one of them in it was
enough. He crossed his arms and looked at her expectantly. “You’re the one
calling the shots, so you’ll have to tell me what you want.”
She moved like a panther-jackal, all liquid grace and sexuality. With a soft
chuckle, she swept her arm over the desk, pushing everything on the surface to
the floor. “Oops,” she said with faux surprise.
“You’re going to have to clean that up later,” he informed her.
Her response was to lay herself across it in a pose reminiscent of a pin-up
girl. He’d have to ask her where she’d gotten the idea later. At the moment,
all his hormone addled brain could process was that his paper work never looked
that good. Like a starving man placed before a feast, he pounced on her, but
was unsure where to start.
Her soft giggling urged him to start between her thighs. Grabbing her hips and
dragging her across the polished top of his desk, he settled her buttocks at
the edge. Kneeling, he placed her legs over his shoulders, and planted a soft
kiss on the sensitive flesh of her thigh. A breathy sigh was his response,
encouraging him to keep going until he placed his mouth against her core,
making a long swipe of his tongue along her entrance. She had done a good job
of working herself up for this, he probably could have just taken her without
any problems. But he was not the kind of person who looked a gift ostrich-horse
in the mouth.
Oh no, if she had gone through all of this trouble to seduce him, he’d be more
than happy to accommodate her whims.
“Noatak,” she moaned, causing him to chuckle against her folds.  “Don’t stop…”
He lifted his mouth for only a moment to respond. “I wasn’t planning on it.”
With a soft hum of pleasure, she gave him the signal to continue. Licking,
sucking, and nibbling the sensitive flesh between her legs, he worked her to
her peak, but didn’t push her over the edge. Just as he sensed that she was
nearing her climax, he moved away, kissing along her thighs and hips, ignoring
her pleas to take her the rest of the way.
She had knocked everything off of his desk, and really, if he was going to
torture her, this was the best way he could think of. For nearly ten minutes
he’d build her up only to deny her release, and repeat the process until she
was reduced to incoherent babbling.
This was power over the Avatar he’d only dreamed of.
Finally she did the one thing he’d hoped for, she begged. “Noatak, please,” she
panted as he denied her an orgasm for the fifth time. “If I don’t climax soon,
I’m going to explode.”
He cocked an eyebrow and smirked at her. “Well, we can’t have that, can we? I’d
hate to have to wait until the next Avatar is old enough to make any progress
with my plans.”
“Damn it, Noatak, this is not the time!” she nearly yelled, only managing to
keep her voice down when she realized that anyone walking down the hall could
hear them. Somewhere in her pleasure addled brain she made a mental note to ask
him about getting a house so they wouldn’t have to worry about is people
accidentally overhearing them.
“As you wish, Avatar,” he demurred, attacking the bundle of nerves above her
entrance with his tongue.
She let out a squeal of delight as he pushed her over the edge, causing her to
see stars and her limbs to tingle. Panting, she lay still atop his desk, trying
to make her thoughts form coherently and failing miserably.
Chuckling at the boneless way she was sprawled on his desktop, Noatak took his
hands and placed them on her hips, making small circles with his thumbs over
the protrusions of her hip bones. Then, as slowly as he dared, he ran them up
her torso to her chest, pausing to cup her breasts and kneed them gently,
tweaking her nipples into hardened nubs. A mewling noise emitted from her
throat and he smiled, pleased that he was the only person who could completely
undo her like this.
“Shall we continue?” he asked after torturing her with his hands a bit.
“Yes,” she breathed.
He cocked his head as he studied her relaxed form. “First, though, take the
mask off.”
“Why?” she asked as propped herself up on her elbow.
“Because I can’t kiss you if you’re wearing it, silly girl,” he answered as he
reached for her waist and pulled her up to a sitting position. He reached
behind her head and undid the ties on the mask, pulling it away from her face.
“How do you live in that thing?” she asked after sucking in a breath. “It’s
nearly impossible to breathe in it.”
He laughed as he pressed his forehead against hers. “Many, many years of
wearing it. After a while I just got used to it, and it was like I wasn’t
wearing it at all.”
“Well, you promised to kiss me if I took it off, so where’s my kiss?” she asked
with a smirk, knowing full well that provoking him almost never ended well for
her.
Smiling wolfishly at her, he leaned down and took her mouth with his, entering
her at the same time without warning. She let out a squeak of surprise before
it degenerated into a moan of delight. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she
encouraged him to pick up his pace, to send her careening over the edge once
more.
In all of the places he’d ever had sex or even considered having sex, on his
desk was not on the list. He’d been called too much of a neat freak to consider
such a thing. He wasn’t sure why, as he continued to thrust into her, as it put
her at the exact right height to take him without a lot of shuffling for an
ideal position.  He’d have to thank her later for coming up with the idea.
It didn’t take long for her to reach her second climax, and she clung to him as
her body spasmed around his. With a groan, he braced himself on the edge of the
desk and allowed his climax to overtake him, his body twitching as he released
his seed inside her. With a contented sigh he picked her up from the desk and
maneuvered their bodies into his chair, keeping their bodies joined.
“Wow,” she breathed as she nuzzled her face into his neck.
“Yeah, wow,” he echoed as he rested his cheek against her head. “Brilliant idea
with the desk, by the way.”
Giggling, she tilted her face up to plant a kiss against his jaw. “This is just
the tip of the iceberg,” she teased. “I was thinking about the swimming pool…”
***** The Best Part of Making Up *****
Chapter Summary
     Following their first major argument as a married couple, Amon and
     Korra find that there are perks to apologizing.
Chapter Notes
     Previously in “The Trophy Wife” - Amon and Korra had an argument and
     Tarrlok asked for his bending back. This is what happens between
     chapter 30 and chapter 31.
Soaking wet, Korra padded back into the suite she shared with Noatak. She
really didn’t care that she was dripping all down the hall or all through her
room. She was certain that Noatak would be annoyed by it, which really only
encouraged her to continue on. She could have been like Tarrlok and bent the
water from the pool off of her before she went back to her room, but she was
still mad at Noatak for his earlier comments so she dripped down the hall in
silent protest.
Noatak glanced up when the door opened, surprised to see Korra walk into the
room completely drenched and carrying her mukluks. He gave a derisive snort at
her waterlogged appearance, returning his attention back to the documents in
front of him.
Shivering, Korra slowly peeled off her wet clothing as she walked through the
office and headed to the bathroom to take a hot shower.  It had been fun
sparring with Tarrlok, who, when he wasn’t fighting for his life, was a good
match for her skills. He was actually kind of fun, teasing her and pushing her
to fight back harder, looking years younger with his shorter hair and wide
smile.
Korra decided that she liked Tarrlok’s happy smile, rather than the smug one he
tended to use when he was after something. She had told him as much, causing
him to falter a bit. That faltering, coupled with the Avatar State, allowed her
to win their match.
Tarrlok responded by calling her a dirty cheater and several other creative
names, but she merely stuck her tongue out at him and walked out of the room to
his echoing laughter.
Having left a trail of wet clothing from the door of the office to the bath,
Korra stood under the hot spray for several minutes warming up before heading
over to the bath to soak. Sinking into the hot water, Korra tried not to think
about how she would deal with Noatak. She was still annoyed that he had felt
that she had somehow wronged him by giving the metalbenders their bending back.
“I’m starting to think that you know every single way to annoy me and exploit
it to maximum effectiveness when you think I should be punished,” Noatak
commented dryly from the doorway, her soaking wet clothing in hand.
Korra ignored him.
Dropping the wet garments on the floor, Noatak strode into the bathroom and
stood over her. “My hold on the Equlaists is shaky at best, I cannot have you
undoing my work lest my followers think that my power is useless.”
“You’ve completely missed the point, haven’t you?” she asked him as she flicked
water in his direction.
“I have not.”
“I asked Tarrlok about it, and he agrees with me,” she said smugly.
“Of course he would,” Noatak grumbled as he left her alone.
Their cold war continued throughout the evening until Noatak stumbled into
their bedroom, looking drawn and tired and eyeing Korra warily. She was
reclining on the bed, reading a book and still ignoring her husband.
“I called Chief BeiFong a few hours ago.”
Korra’s eyebrows went up, but she refused to look at him.
“I asked her about the metalbenders. About the cost of training them and the
work that they do.”
She looked up in, acknowledging that she was paying attention.
“I didn’t realize that metalbending required a certain disposition, that not
every earthbender can learn how to metalbend. Nor did I realize that the
metalbenders were all given special training to serve as a specialized task
force within the police.”
“Oh?” Korra had been given the lecture by Lin as one of her lessons on Republic
City, so what Noatak was telling her wasn’t anything new.
“I already know you know all of this,” he sighed. “Which is why you were so
adamant that those men get their bending back.”
Tilting her head, Korra looked at him expectantly.
“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”
She gave him a wicked grin. “I’m waiting.”
“I’m…I’m…I’m not good with this!” he blurted.
“Just say it, I promise it won’t hurt,” she cooed.
“I’m sorry, okay?” he huffed.
“Are you really?” Korra asked sweetly. “Are you willing to show me?”
“What did you have in mind?” he asked.
“Kiss my feet and tell me you’re sorry.”
“I’ll do no such thing.”
“I think you owe me a decent apology, you can start by kissing my feet.”
He groaned. “This is humiliating.”
“Hey, be glad I’m keeping this to the bedroom and no one else will ever know.”
“So you want me to kiss your feet.”
“It’s a start.”
With a sigh he walked over the bed and sat near her feet. Korra was wearing her
pajamas, looking comfortable as she lounged against the pillows. Scooting back
and pulling Korra’s feet into his lap, he grabbed her left foot and rubbed
circles on it with his thumb. “You want me to grovel at your feet,” he
murmured. “That’s very un-Avatar-like behavior. What about your forgiveness?”
“I like to think that I take after Avatar Kyoshi.”
“Avatar Hardass?”
“She wasn’t a hardass, she believed strongly in her duties and in justice and
what, exactly, is wrong with that?”
“She was a hardass.”
“Okay, stop running your mouth and kiss my feet.”
Lifting her foot up, he placed a gentle kiss on the top of it. Looking up at
her, he smirked. “Does that please you, Avatar Korra?”
“It does,” she said sweetly. “But a foot rub would please me more.”
“You’re so demanding.”
“I was right, you were wrong, and I’m going to spend the rest of the evening
reminding you of that fact.”
“Wonderful,” he grumbled as he ran his thumbs along the arch of her foot. He
rubbed down each foot and when he was done, he lightly dragged his finger the
length of the sole, causing her to giggle and jerk it away. “Well, is that
enough groveling for you?”
“Nope.”
He gave her a flat look. “What do you mean by that?”
“I’ll let you know when you’ve sufficiently apologized. Now I think a back rub
is in order.”
“You’ve gone mad with the power, I hope you know. I should put a stop to this
right now.”
“Well you could, if you can think of a better way to show that you’re sorry.”
He gave her a wicked smirk. “Oh Korra, you really didn’t set yourself up for
that, did you?”
She smirked back.
“Spirits, you little minx,” he gasped before she tacked him and kissed him
soundly. He pulled away and gave her an accusing glare. “You planned this.”
“Well, not all of it. But I did want to make this as uncomfortable for you as I
possibly could,” she replied with a smug grin.
“You knew that I would learn that I was wrong. You were just waiting for me to
find out and apologize so you could gloat,” he accused.
“Well, maybe,” she snickered. “I wasn’t planning on gloating a lot, but you
looked like you were completely miserable and it was kind of funny to me.”
“Sometimes I think you’re nothing more than a spoiled brat,” he muttered.
“But you love me, right?” she asked. Her tone was no longer light and teasing,
she looked genuinely worried that maybe he didn’t anymore.
His expression softened. “Of course. I’ve just…it’s been a long time since
anyone has dared to challenge me. I don’t respond to it well, that’s all.”
“Don’t respond to it well? Well isn’t that the understatement of the century,”
she muttered. “You were practically screaming at me.”
“I know,” he answered as he pulled her closer. “I have a bit of a temper.
Something of a family trait, I believe.”
“So? That doesn’t mean you can yell at me like that.”
“No, no it doesn’t,” he agreed. “To be fair you’re just as stubborn plus
impulsive on top of that. I don’t think that will be the last argument of its
kind.”
Korra gave a glum nod in response.
“Hey, look at me,” Noatak said softly, grabbing Korra’s chin and tilting her
head so he could look her in the eyes. “I want you to know that I don’t regret
us. I was poised for self-destruction, I needed a little perspective, and you
gave it to me.”
She gave him a cocky smile. “Of course I did.”
“Though I’m willing to wager that I gave you some perspective, too.”
“Actually, it was more Tarrlok,” she snorted at the look of horror on his face,
“but you really made the point stick.”
He frowned. “Well, this was going well until you mentioned my brother.”
“Are you jealous of the fact that Tarrlok and I get along?”
“It’s a little unnerving, yes.”
“You’re crazy. We’re just friends. Sure, it took a while, and sometimes I
wonder if he might be using me for something, but right now I can’t help but
feel that at the very least we have an understanding.”
“Well, I suppose as long as he’s not doing anything untoward, I shouldn’t
worry.”
“I’ll let you know why else you shouldn’t worry,” Korra smirked as she leaned
up and pressed a kiss against his jaw. “It’s ridiculous that you would be
jealous of your brother.”
“Well, I really shouldn’t be,” Noatak mused as he let Korra leaned him back
against the mattress. “I’m a better bender, a superior fighter, better
looking…”
“Better endowed, too,” she murmured as she kissed the other side of his jaw.
He started. “What?!”
“You think I didn’t look that one time?” she smirked. “You two are similar
enough, I wanted to see how far those similarities went.”
“And how far do they go?” he asked as she started to remove his clothing.
“You have the same eyes and noses, same chins,” she said as her fingers worked
the buttons and closures. “But I think that’s where it ends. You’re leaner than
he is, to accommodate your preference for speed.”
“Is that it?”
“I could list off the little things, about how your hair is shorter or that his
eyebrows are better groomed, but that’s pointless. You’re leaner and have a
bigger, er…anyway…”
“Mmhmm,” he hummed as she kissed down his neck. “Should I put it to good use?”
“I think that would make your apology complete,” she answered with a sensual
smile.
“Then perhaps you should take your pajamas off. I don’t think you’ll be
sleeping any time soon,” he replied with a wolfish grin.
Their remaining clothing was discarded and thrown about, landing only who knew
where. Noatak eased Korra back after removing her top and then slid down to her
feet.
“Now, let me see if I remember. You wanted me to kiss your feet,” he murmured
as he kissed the top of each foot, his eyes flicking up at Korra’s face to note
her bemused expression. “I’m going to make this apology as complete as
possible.”
Her mouth formed an “o” as he leaned down and kissed her ankles. Slowly he
kissed up each leg, stopping right before he reached the one place she wanted
his attention. Whimpering, she gave him a pleading look, but he shook his head.
Crawling up her body, he kissed his way up to her breasts, starting at her
lips, stopping to twirl his tongue around her navel, before reaching the valley
between her breasts.
“Please?” she breathed.
“As you wish,” he answered, lavishing attention each breast. He licked and
sucked at the swollen mounds of flesh, delighting in the little mewling noises
that were escaping Korra’s lips.
With deliberate slowness, he moved up her chest to her neck, nipping lightly
against her pulse before licking up to her ear. With a groan of pleasure, Korra
grabbed his head and pulled him in for a rough and demanding kiss.
He pulled away, clucking his tongue. “I’m trying to apologize properly, Korra,
and I can’t do that if you won’t let me.”
She pouted, her lower lip jutting out. Noatak smirked before he kissed her,
sucking on her lower lip and causing her to groan in response. He continued his
ministrations, teasing her body with his lips, tongue, and fingers, causing her
head to spin and gasp out his name in a futile attempt to get him to do what
she wanted.
But he was determined to do what he wanted.
With agonizing slowness, he rolled her over and began to massage her back,
pausing every so often to press light kisses down her spine. When he was
certain that she was boneless, content blob of Avatar on the mattress, he
rolled her onto her back and smiled down at her.
“What are you planning now?” she mumbled, her eyes hooded with desire.
“This,” he breathed as his fingers trailed down her torso to settle between her
legs. He stroked at the heated flesh, causing Korra to writhe and moan his
name. Her hips bucked up as he thrust his fingers in and out of her folds.
Gripping the sheets so hard her knuckles were white, Korra let out a squeak as
she tried to keep herself from screaming out his name.
“Just let go,” he advised as he continued to pleasure her with his fingers.
“Let the feelings overtake you.”
“But…”
“No buts,” he soothed. “Stop thinking, just feel.”
Taking a deep breath and clearing her head, Korra focused on the feeling of his
fingers inside of her. It didn’t take long for her climax to crash over her,
calling his name over and over as he slowed his pace and eventually stopped,
bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck her fluids from them.
He let her gather her wits, watching her chest rise and fall as she took deep,
even breaths and her gaze became more focused on his face. “How do you feel?”
he murmured as he leaned down to kiss her.
“Excellent,” she answered with a content sigh after he pulled away.
“Well, excellent is a tough marker to surpass, but I think I can,” he chuckled
as he nudged her legs open and settled himself between them. She raised her
eyebrows but said nothing as he positioned himself to enter her.
“Mighty confident in your abilities,” she murmured as he slid into her. She
wiggled her hips a bit to adjust to him and then gave him a quick nod to
confirm that she was ready.
He smirked at her. “Of course I’m always confident in my abilities.”
Moving slowly at first, he slid in and out, delighting in the breathy moans she
was making. Gradually he quickened his pace at Korra’s urging, her moans of
“harder” and “faster” urging him on. Noatak could feel her climax approaching,
the way her body was tensing up, preparing for it. He pushed himself further,
the familiar feeling of his own orgasm approaching, and he hoped that he could
hold out until Korra climaxed for a second time.
“Just…a bit…more,” she panted as she shifted her hips and wrapped her legs
around his waist, positioning her body to take him deeper.  It didn’t take long
for her to be pushed over the edge, her body twitching and tensing beneath
Noatak.
With a grunt he had his own release, his body stilling above her as he spilled
his seed in her. Breathing heavily, he buried his face in Korra’s neck and took
a moment to regain his bearings before sliding out of her and rolling onto his
side. “Am I forgiven?” he gasped.
Turning her head, Korra gave him a contented smile. “Yes, I think you are.”
He chuckled as he reached for a rag to clean up with. “I do hope you realize
that should I win an argument and you must apologize, I now have expectations
you must fulfill.”
With a groan, Korra closed her eyes. Of course he’d think that.
***** They Do What They Want *****
Chapter Summary
     Noatak and Korra decide to christen their new home the best way they
     know how. Follows the events of chapter 39.
Chapter Notes
     A request fill for smut in the Trophy Wife 'verse. Circumstances are
     as follows:
     There seems to be a burning sensation in the vicinity of my pants.
     Because I am a liar, liar, pants on fire. I know I said that the
     Noarra smut would have to wait until after NaNo, but it didn’t take
     me very long to reach today’s word count, so I decided to reward
     myself by writing smut.
“So…” Korra rocked back on her heels and looked around.
“So…” Noatak agreed.
“We have a house.”
“We do.”
“We have a house all to ourselves.”
“Yes.”
“Nobody but the two of us for several hours. Just the two of us and five
bedrooms, the parlor, the office, the kitchen and the dining room. That doesn’t
even take into consideration the entry hall.”
Noatak’s eyes glittered as he realized exactly what Korra was implying. “That’s
true.” He eyed the marble topped table next to the door. “Shall we test how
sturdy it is?”
He didn’t even need to ask twice. Korra removed her clothing in record time and
he was presented with the rather lovely view of her naked body as she removed
the vase of flowers so they wouldn’t accidentally break it. He removed his own
clothing, folded it neatly, and placed it next to the baseboard. No point in
leaving it strewn about the entry hall for Tarrlok to trip over whenever he got
home. And Noatak really hoped that it would be after whatever Korra had
planned.
When the table was empty, Korra hopped up on it, letting out a hiss when her
bare flesh came in contact with the marble. “Shit that’s cold!” she yelped.
Noatak laughed. Korra didn’t swear often, which meant she was either really
surprised or really upset. “Now, now, Korra. No need for such language,” he
admonished softly. He grabbed her hips, his thumbs lightly circling where her
bones jutted out, and rubbed his nose against hers. “Though maybe later…”
She grinned up at him. “Is that a promise?”
“What do you think?” he asked before he closed the distance between their lips,
kissing her like a hungry man placed in front of food. She let out a soft moan
of delight.
Slowly he worked one hand lower to tease the sensitive flesh between her legs,
warming her up for later activities. Once she was aroused and whimpering with
need, he picked her up and carried her into the parlor. Sinking onto the sofa,
Korra straddling his hips, he smiled up at her. “This is all you,” he murmured
and she nodded, sliding down until he was buried in her completely. She groaned
as he filled her.
Slowly she began to raise and lower her hips, enjoying the way they were
positioned made her feel. It made her feel powerful and in control, that
whatever she demanded Noatak would have no choice but to comply with.  She
gradually upped her pace, mewling softly as she neared her climax.
“Not yet,” he breathed and she groaned in frustration.
“Why?” she whined.
“Because,” he said as he picked her up, still joined, and maneuvered her into
the office.
Turning, her eyes lit up when she saw the desk. Noatak had been quite insistent
on it moving with them. Korra hadn’t been so sure, as it was bulky and a pain
to move. She had completely forgotten how much fun they could have on it.
Suddenly she was very glad that he insisted on it coming to their new house
with them.
The desk was about to become Korra’s favorite place in the entire house.
Noatak kept his pace slow at first, enjoying the way Korra’s breasts bounced
with each thrust. She was stretched along the desktop, her hands holding onto
the edges in a white knuckle grip. One hand held on to her hip, the other slid
absently around her abdomen until it finally settled over her pelvis. Using his
thumb he brushed against her clit, causing her to squeak in surprise. He
continued to tease the bundle of nerves until she screamed out his name. He
stilled, enjoying the contented look on her face.
“Why’d ya stop?” she asked with contented sigh.
“I was thinking maybe we should go upstairs.”
“Ooh, the bed is upstairs.”
“Yes, there are a few beds up stairs.”
“Well, what are we waiting for?” she asked as she wiggled free of him.
The bedrooms presented more variety for locations and positions, and no place
was considered off limits. It was their house, they could do what they wanted,
when they wanted, where they wanted, without worry.
After they finished christening each room upstairs, they headed back downstairs
and made good use of the island in the middle of the kitchen. Then they moved
into the dining room, testing the sturdiness of the dining room table.
Which is how Tarrlok found them.
“Spirits, we’re supposed to eat there!” he exclaimed, the groceries dropping to
the floor.
Noatak frowned. “You’re home early.”
“I wasn’t aware that there was a set time for me to be gone,” Tarrlok grumbled,
trying not to stare at just how flexible Korra was. “Besides, you have a
bedroom, I suggest that you use it.”
“Well, we did,” Korra answered.
“And we probably shouldn’t tell you what we did in the kitchen,” Noatak mused.
“The kitchen?!” All of the color drained from Tarrlok’s face. “If you were
doing this in the kitchen…that means…” His eyes widened in shock. “You wouldn’t
dare.”
Korra at least had the decency to look sheepish. Noatak merely gave an
indifferent shrug.
Tarrlok raced up to his bedroom, letting out a frustrated yell when he saw the
damage. “Couldn’t you have at least done it on the bed? I could have washed the
sheets!”
With the mood thoroughly ruined, Noatak and Korra stopped in the entry hall to
gather their clothing before heading upstairs to shower and get dressed. They
paused in the doorway to Tarrlok’s room, watching the way he carefully checked
over each bottle of cologne and lotion.
“At least nothing broke,” Korra said helpfully.
“That is hardly a consolation,” Tarrlok grumbled. “You two owe me for this.
Having sex on my vanity table!”
“If it bothers you so much, the next time we’ll include you.” Tarrlok’s scowl
deepened. “Don’t forget that this is our house, we’re just letting you live
here,” Noatak said, managing to keep his tone light.
Looking up to glare at his brother, Tarrlok snarled, “I’m here because you
didn’t want to leave me behind. I’m here because you’re incredibly selfish.”
With a dark look, Noatak turned on his heel and marched off towards the bath.
Korra sighed, her forehead resting in the palm of her hand.
“Tarrlok, that was a little harsh, don’t you think?” she asked as she padded in
and knelt to help him clean up.
Blushing, Tarrlok batted her hands away. “Just forget it, Korra. Our
relationship is doomed to be complicated.” He flicked his eyes up and focused
on her face. “It isn’t exactly easy to live here with you two. It’s not that I
don’t love you both, but…”
Korra nodded. “It’s okay. You don’t have to explain. I think I’ll go check on
Noa. I think you hit a nerve with your little outburst.” She glanced up at the
vanity table and sighed. “I’ll come clean it off after I’ve dressed.”
“Well, it’s a start, but you’ll still owe me.”
“I know.” She flashed him an apologetic smile as she stood. “Your room is off
limits now.”
“I appreciate that,” he sighed as she left.
A small groan of frustration escaped him. He had rather hoped that his feelings
for Korra would diminish as time went by, but if anything they were stronger
now that he saw her every day. Noatak knew how he felt, of course, but
strangely didn’t seem to mind.  Tarrlok decided that it would have been more
difficult if Noatak were the jealous type, but it seemed that his brother was
more amused by the situation than anything else.
“Welcome to hell,” he muttered.
***** The Problems With Pro-Bending *****
Chapter Summary
     Amon is trying to support Korra’s pro-bending career. Too bad she
     doesn’t approve of how he goes about it.
Chapter Notes
     Written specifically for General-Pooky and MongolianTiger because
     they wanted to do another drawing RP based on some shenanigans set in
     The Trophy Wife ‘verse. Tiger made the request specifically,
     outlining a situation in which Amon attends Korra’s pro-bending
     matches in his full get up, causing the opposing teams to avoid
     hitting her. Of course, Korra’s having none of his bullshit, and
     promptly calls him on it. Hilarity ensues. I was more than happy to
     oblige, writing up this little drabble for them.
     Set between the final chapter and the epilogue. It’s three year time
     skip, plenty of wiggle room to set little things like this.
Korra was pumped for her first match of the season. The hiatus had been long,
too long, and she had forgotten how badly she missed the Pro-Bending Arena. The
smell of sweat and clay and smoke was home to her, and she had longed for it.
Perhaps the most surprising part of this was that her husband had supported her
decision to go back to pro-bending, even promising to even watch a few matches.
“Man, I’m pumped!” she said as she pulled her gear on in the locker room.
“We’re gonna go out there and kick some Tigerdillo butt!”
Bolin laughed. “You bet we are! The Future Industries Fire Ferrets are back in
action baby!”
“Okay, okay, I get it, you’re both excited,” Mako groaned. “Keep your voices
down, will ya.”
“Whoops, sorry,” Bolin said, quieting down.
His brother rolled his eyes. “I’m not saying you have to be silent, you just
don’t have to be yelling at the top of your lungs.” Mako ruffled Bolin’s hair.
“C’mon, this is gonna be a great season, right?”
“The best season. This year we don’t have to deal with those cheating
Wolfbats.”
“Yeah, that’ll be nice,” Korra agreed as she put her helmet on. “Well, come on,
let’s go! I am so ready for this!”
Standing on the extending platform, the Fire Ferrets waved to the crowed,
Korra’s eyes darting towards the box where Asami, Noatak, and Tarrlok sat. She
waved and then frowned when she saw Amon wave back.
Spirits damn him, why was he dressed like that?
The match started and Korra prepared for the blows. Except they never came. No
matter what she dished at the Tigerdillos, they never sent anything her
direction. The Fire Ferrets eventually won once Korra managed to knock out the
Tigerdillos in round two, but during those two rounds the only targets appeared
to be Mako and Bolin.
She had a sneaking suspicion as to why the Tigerdillos avoiding hitting her.
Especially after it happened in three more consecutive matches, each one
attended by her husband dressed in his full Amon regalia.
He entered the locker room on the heels of Asami and Tarrlok, both of whom were
congratulating the Fire Ferrets on another win. Korra looked sourly at her
husband before stalking up to him and pulling the mask from his face.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m attending your matches, like I agreed to.”
“Dressed like that?”
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“You mean other than the fact that every single bender in the arena avoids you
and gets as skittish as a newborn ostrich-horse when you show up dressed like
that?” Turning towards her brother-in-law, she pouted. “Can’t you do something
about this?!”
Tarrlok shook his head. “Don’t you think I tried? It’s still awkward to be seen
in public with him.”
“Now, now, little brother, don’t sound so disappointed.”
“Noatak, I’m the same height as you, calling me little brother is
antagonizing.”
“You’ll just have to deal with it.”
“Very mature,” Tarrlok grumbled. With a sigh he rolled his eyes. “Anyway,
despite my best efforts, he insisted on wearing that to the arena. I have no
doubt that he believes that he’s giving your team a psychological edge.”
“If you think that by psychological edge that none of the opposing teams will
even throw anything my way, then sure, I’d say his plan is working,” Korra shot
back. “I will ban you from the arena if you keep showing up at my matches
dressed like that.”
“Now Korra-“
“Oh, don’t you ‘now Korra’ me, buster!” she said through gritted teeth.  Poking
him hard in the chest, she continued her rant. “If you want to attend any of my
future matches you will wear normal street clothes and the masks will stay in
the drawer of your desk, do I make myself clear?” Her eyes flashed white for a
moment before settling back to blue.
Taking a step back, Noatak nodded. “Crystal.”
“Good,” she snarled before grabbing her towel from her locker. “I’m going to go
take a shower, and if you’re not dressed in civvies by the time I get back, so
help me I will end you.”
Noatak nodded again. Everyone else burst out laughing.
***** Baby It's Cold Outside *****
Chapter Summary
     Amon and Korra go to visit her parents in the South Pole. Things are
     colder than Korra remembers. Good thing Amon knows the best ways to
     warm a girl up.
     Also, Korra's parents have the worst timing ever. EVER.
Chapter Notes
     This is a prompt that an Anon sent me, who requested a cold night and
     Korra and Noatak cuddling in The Trophy Wife ‘verse. I know you
     wanted it long-ish, but I couldn’t quite make it happen. Probably a
     bit more humorous than I originally intended, but my muse is very
     insistent and I find that ignoring her never ends well.
Shivering, Korra ducked into her parents’ house and slammed the door shut
behind her. Lowering the hood of her parka, she eyed her husband sitting near
the fire. He looked nice and cozy, having had the luxury of sitting in the
house all day, avoiding the cold.
“You know, we could have used your help today,” she grumbled.
“Someone had to stay here and make sure nothing froze over,” he answered with a
cheeky smile. “I know I’ve been away from the poles for a while, but I still
remember how important it is to make sure nothing freezes over.”
“Still, it’s not fair,” she whined as she stomped the remaining snow from her
mukluks. “I spent all day out in the cold trying to help build that new
gathering hall, and we could have used a talented bender like you.”
“I know, but somebody-“
“I know, I know,” Korra sighed. “Somebody had to stay behind and make sure that
nothing froze over.”
“Was everything successful?” Noatak asked as he stood to embrace her.
“My parents are just making sure that everything turned out okay,” Korra
answered. “And knowing them they’ll probably stick around the square for
another three hours just talking with everyone and telling them that we’ll have
kids when we’re good and ready.”
“That’s a thing? People asking your parents when we’re going to have kids?”
Korra wrinkled her nose in disgust. “It is. We’ve only been married for a year
and a half – I don’t know what they’re expecting.”
“I’m not getting any younger Korra,” he reminded her. “And while I want to have
children while I can still keep up with them, you still have your entire life
in front of you. You just barely turned nineteen, you shouldn’t be thinking of
starting a family.” He ran his hand through his hair and groaned. “I should
just stop talking now.”
“Hey, Noa, it’s okay,” she said as she stepped closer to him. She gave him a
squeeze before pulling back and grinning at him. “I can’t say that I imagined
myself at twenty being married with kids, but I don’t mind. I’ve had time to
adjust to the idea.”
“So you say, but most Avatars didn’t start their families until they were much
older,” Noatak pointed out. “They were closer to my age than yours.”
“You know, when I said that I wasn’t bothered by the idea, I meant it,” she
sighed before she shivered violently. “Augh! I spend two years in Republic City
and suddenly I can’t handle the cold!”
“Come here,” Noatak said, pulling her against him. “We’ll sit by the fire and
you’ll thaw out in no time.”
Settling them on a few pelts next to the fire, he pulled several blankets out
of a storage chest and wrapped himself and Korra with them. She sat between his
legs, her back to his chest, allowing him to rest his chin on the top of her
head, his arm looped loosely around her waist. It wasn’t often that they could
spend time like this – between her Avatar duties and his own responsibilities
working as a councilman, they were finding that quiet time together was a
precious commodity.
“I really do wish you could have come today,” she murmured after a prolonged
silence.
“I wanted to go, but the world believes I’m a non-bender, and thus I was stuck
here tending the fire,” he replied before pressing a kiss against her exposed
neck. “Of course it is just the two of us here…alone…”
Korra let out a soft hum as he slowly kissed along her neck and shoulder. “And
just what did you have in mind?”
“You know, you’ll warm up faster with skin to skin contact,” he purred in her
ear. “I think it’s your best interest if we strip down.”
“I see,” she said, suppressing a giggle as he began to tug at her clothing.
“And of course, moving would also be in your best interest,” he continued as he
pulled her shirt over her head, hands drifting down to remove the pelt tied
around her waist and her pants.
Unable to suppress her laughter any longer, Korra allowed Noatak to remove her
clothing, only stopping him when he got her down to her bindings. He frowned at
her, unable to figure out why she’d stop him.
“We’re in the main room of my parents’ house, and they could come walking in
the door at any time,” she explained, realizing that he didn’t want to stop.
“You said they’d be back in a few hours.”
“My parents are unpredictable. For all I know they’re going to come waltzing in
right as we-“
“You worry too much,” he said as he removed his shirt and settled himself over
her. Noatak proceeded to kiss her senseless, reaching up and gently caressing
her face.
Korra figured he was content to just lay with her and kiss her, until his hand
slowly worked its way down to the knot on her bindings. Rolling her eyes, she
pushed Noatak off of her. “Are you really going to ignore the fact that my
parents could walk in us while we’re…you know…”
“Trust me, it’ll be fine,” he murmured as he made quick of the knot. As the
strips of fabric fell away from her breasts, the door swung open and Tonraq and
Senna darted in.
“Damn it’s cold out there,” Tonraq swore as he brushed the snow from his
shoulders. Looking up, he noted the scene before him, half his mouth quirking
up in amusement. “Sorry, are we interrupting something?”
“Ooh, grandbabies?” Senna asked with a grin.
Covering her face with her hand, Korra giggled. She shoved Noatak’s shoulder.
“I told you,” she said. “I told you.”
“Uh…” Noatak said, looking up at his smiling in-laws. “This is exactly what it
looks like.”
Korra’s giggles had deteriorated into inelegant snorting as she tried not to
die of embarrassment. “Well, the mood is officially ruined,” she announced.
Looking at her parents and hoping that her blush wasn’t too obvious, she made a
motion for them to turn around. When their backs were to her, she quickly
retied her bindings and wrapped herself in a blanket.
“You know, we could always leave,” Senna offered.
“Forget it Mom, nothing going to happen,” Korra sighed as she stood up. “Come
on, Noa, let’s go back to our room.”
“You said nothing is going to happen,” he frowned.
“Yeah, but I’m still cold and up for some cuddling,” she shrugged. She gave him
an arch stare. “Well, are you going to join me or not?”
“Okay, I’m coming,” he said as he stood, draping the other blanket over his
shoulder. Inclining his head at Tonraq and Senna he said his goodnights and
padded after his wife.
Alone in the great room, Tonraq chuckled. “I think under different
circumstances I’d be upset by this, but right now I can’t help but find the
whole situation funny.”
“They’re married,” Senna said, shaking her head. “I think I’d be worried if
they didn’t get up to that.”
“Still…nothing kills the mood quite like your parents walking in,” he chuckled.
“I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. We probably could have waited to come back.
There was some clean-up we could have done.”
“It’s too late for the what ifs,” she shrugged. Senna then gave her husband an
aside glance. “You know…it’s still early. Dinner is still a few hours off, and
we could do a little cuddling of our own…”
Tonraq’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and then he grinned. “Well, what are you
waiting for? Let’s go.”
Polar nights were best spent in the arms of the one you loved.
***** Midnight Tea *****
Chapter Summary
     A heavily pregnant Korra can’t sleep, and that means Noatak can’t
     either.
Chapter Notes
     I had a lovely Anon ask me for some Trophy Wife ‘verse Noarra fluff.
     I’m gifting you with this. XD
It was the middle of the night and Korra once again found herself in the
struggle to get comfortable enough to sleep. She fluffed her pillow, settled
back on the mattress, but no matter what she tried, she felt like she would
never be comfortable again. Covering her face with a smaller pillow, she let
out a frustrated scream.
“Korra?” her husband mumbled from next to her.
She blushed and tried to hide under the blanket. “Go back to sleep, Noa. It’s
nothing.”
“Sorry,” he yawned. “I’m up now. You might as well tell me what’s bothering
you.”
“I can’t sleep,” she sighed.
“Why not?” he asked, but he had a sneaking suspicion what was bothering her.
“I can’t get comfortable and ooh!” She curled into a ball, or at least tried
to.
Noatak was wide awake now. “Korra? What’s wrong?”
Korra smirked. The edge of panic in his voice was actually pretty cute. “Just
this,” she said as she grabbed his hand and placed it against her belly. “Your
son is going to be quite the ball of energy.”
Feeling a series of strong kicks against his palm, Noatak smiled. “You mean
your daughter.”
“It’s a boy. I’m certain of it.”
“I say it’s a girl.”
“There is no possible way you could know that.”
“Well, there’s no possible way you could know either, so clearly the point is
moot.”
With a yawn, Korra tried to get comfortable once more but found she was unable
to. It was impossible when her child was performing katas in the womb. “I give
up,” she muttered. “I’m going to go make some tea. Maybe the little guy will
calm down.”
“I’ll come with you,” Noatak said as he climbed out of bed.
“No, you don’t have to. Go back to bed,” she pleaded. “You have to go to work
in the morning.”
“Forget it, Korra. You’re not going to be up at all hours by yourself.”
He led the way downstairs to the kitchen, where he put on a kettle. He scowled
when she used her firebending to light the stove, but had long since learned
that it was pointless to lecture her about it. That was just how she worked,
using her bending for everything. Despite his best efforts to break her of the
habit.
Settling at the small table, Korra put her feet up and sighed. “This is
actually somewhat better.”
“Well, any day now your daughter is going to grace us with her presence and you
can go back to normal.” Too late did Noatak realize that this was the wrong
thing to say.
Korra glared at him. “I’m sorry, did you just call me fat?”
“What? No! Of course not. You’re pregnant and beautiful!” he covered quickly.
“No I’m not! I’m roughly the size of a beached whale and I’m ugly!” Korra burst
into hysterical sobs. Rolling his eyes heavenward, Noatak asked the spirits for
a little more patience. Their child would be born any day, but Noatak wasn’t
sure everything would go back to normal. If anything, everything would change.
It wasn’t just that there was another mouth to feed, he was going to be
responsible for caring for another human being. He wasn’t sure if he was ready
for that. And Korra’s current emotional instability wasn’t helping.
“What in the name of the Spirits?” Tarrlok asked as he stumbled into the
kitchen.
“Noatak said I was fat!” Korra sobbed.
Looking at his brother’s guilty expression, Tarrlok surmised that Noatak had
made yet another harmless comment that Korra had twisted. It was an
unfortunately common thing these days. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Tarrlok
sighed. “Whatever my idiot brother said, I promise he won’t say it again. Or I
will personally end him.”
“Hey!”
Silencing Noatak with a glare, Tarrlok walked over to his sister-in-law and
stood behind her, massaging her shoulders. “You look as beautiful as ever,
Korra. And you’ll be a fantastic mother. You can handle children; I’ve seen you
interacting with Tenzin’s kids dozens of times.”
“But that’s different!” she wailed.
“No it’s not,” Tarrlok soothed. “All children want to be loved and cared for.
You’re going to love and care for your child just like you love and care for
Tenzin’s children.”
“Here, tea,” Noatak said as he slid a steaming cup of chamomile tea in front of
his wife.
“I don’t know the first thing about being a parent,” Korra sniffled as she
picked up her tea.
Nudging her foot with his, Noatak flashed a nervous smile at her. “Neither do
I. We’ll figure it out together. I promise.”
Korra flashed a watery smile at him. “Do you mean it?”
“Of course I do,” he said softly.
“Well,” Tarrlok said, clapping his hands together, “now that you’ve both
settled, I’m going back to bed. Good night.”
“I didn’t mean to wake him,” Korra said as she sheepishly sipped her tea.
“Tarrlok’s always been a light sleeper. Don’t worry about it,” Noatak said with
a dismissive wave. “Are you feeling any better?”
“Mmm, a little. I haven’t seen my feet in months and I still feel like a
beached whale, but Pema was saying that the baby should be coming any day and
that I’d at least sleep a little better after that.” She suddenly frowned. “And
she said I wouldn’t have to pee every five minutes. Hold on, I’ll be right
back.”
Noatak grinned into his teacup as Korra waddled off to the water closet.  The
last six months had been an adventure, one he hadn’t exactly been sure he
wanted to go on. However, in the end, he didn’t regret it. He was surprised to
find that he wanted this a little more with each passing day. The closer to his
child’s birth he got, the more he found that he was excited and eager, ready to
welcome to the baby to the world.
***** Lullaby *****
Chapter Summary
     Amon faces perhaps his greatest challenge of all, caring for his two
     month old son while his wife is away.
Chapter Notes
     I’ve been having a really crappy time right now, mostly in terms of
     my health. I decided to write Amorra/Noarra fluff to lift my spirits.
     I think all I managed to do was give myself feels, but there is quite
     a bit of fluff.
     And for a few other notes: First, “Kekoa” is Hawaiian for “the brave
     one.” I felt that this was an appropriate name for the son of Korra
     and Amon. Secondly, this is going to be set almost directly after the
     epilogue, which is set three years after the main story. I think
     that’s about it.
Control. Always in control. He prided himself on his control.
How was it that such a little creature could completely unnerve him.
At two months old, the little boy in the basinet was sleeping peacefully, but
Noatak couldn’t quite shake the feeling that the whole thing was a lie. In a
lot of ways the last eleven months had been surreal, especially when Korra had
first announced her pregnancy. Following that, he’d spent the next several
months bloodbending in secret, checking on the growth of his child in her womb.
He’d been a proper wreck during the birth, fidgeting and pacing until Tarrlok
had finally had enough and dragged him out of the house to work off some of
that nervous energy.
The first time he’d held his son, he’d been filled cold terror. What if he was
like his father? What if, the moment he learned that his son would be a bender,
he would start turning him into a weapon? What if he became angry and
neglectful? As a general rule, Korra stayed close to home with Kekoa only being
two months old, but there had been an emergency in Ba Sing Se that she couldn’t
ignore.
“Korra, I don’t think I can do this,” he’d said, pleading with his eyes to take
Kekoa with her.
“Now you’re just being ridiculous,” she’d huffed as she quickly packed her
trunk.  Asami would be going with her, flying her in in hopes of getting Korra
to and from Ba Sing Se as quickly as possible. “There’s plenty of hippo cow
milk for him to drink in the ice box, and Tarrlok’s here as well. I think
between the two of you, you can handle it.”
“And if we can’t handle it?”
“Call Pema. She and Jinora already said they’d be willing to help out.”
“I can’t believe you’re leaving.”
“This has to be dealt with quickly, and flying to Ba Sing Se is the fastest way
to get there,” she had explained with an irritated huff. “It’ll be fine.”
“But Kekoa’s so young! A mother shouldn’t leave her child like that!”
“If I take him with me, I have to travel by boat, and that’s going to take
nearly a week.”
“I see nothing wrong with that!”
“If I fly, the whole trip will take less time. Besides, this is nothing more
than a meeting with the Earth King and soothing some wounded pride. The
meetings shouldn’t take more than a few days.” She had smiled up at him and he
could feel his resolve cracking into a million pieces. “I’ll be home before you
know it.”
And with that his wife had packed up and left, leaving him alone with his two
month old son.
Tarrlok, for the most part, was relatively helpful, helping with the diaper
changings and the feedings, being far more comfortable with the infant that
Noatak would ever be. More than once Noatak wondered if perhaps Tarrlok would
have been a better husband for Korra, he seemed to have adjusted to their
domestic life quite nicely, even being far more active in Kekoa’s care than
Noatak could ever make himself be.
A sharp cry pulled Noatak from his thoughts, and he suddenly realized that his
son was awake.
Panicked, Noatak picked the infant up the way Korra had shown him, supporting
the neck and cradling him in his arms. Still Kekoa wailed on.
“Okay,” he muttered as he rocked his son, “now what?”
Kekoa had been fed less than an hour ago, so clearly he wasn’t hungry yet.
Checking the diaper turned up nothing, thank the spirits, but it still didn’t
explain why the baby was crying.
“I wish your mother was here, she’d know what to do,” Noatak muttered as he
bounced his arms. “Maybe you miss her? Well I miss her too, kid. She’s probably
more than I deserve…
“I hate to admit it, but I’m scared. I don’t know the first thing about being a
father. I don’t know what to do. I didn’t have a very good role model. Your
grandfather, my father, he was a piece of work. A rotten piece of work. He was
okay at first, I think maybe he loved me and your uncle before he knew we could
bend.
“But once Tarrlok and I learned of our bending, everything changed. We stopped
being his sons and started being weapons. I didn’t like it, so I left. I came
to Republic City, looking for a fresh start, and found more of the same. So I
decided to do something about it.
“I started the Revolution to bring change, to bring the city to its knees, and
show that I was better, more powerful than my father ever was. I would have
done it, too, except your mother got in the way.” He smiled fondly down at his
son, who was now just whimpering softly. “Your uncle had captured her, and
blamed us for it. We got our revenge, though, and captured both your uncle and
your mother. I was going to take her bending, show the city that the Avatar was
powerless. Then she did the most unexpected thing.
“She offered to marry me and form an alliance.”
Kekoa made a burbling noise.
“I know, I couldn’t quite believe it either. I agreed to her proposal, and the
rest, as they say, is history. I’m sure you’ll hear the rest of it the story
one day when you’re older, when you can realize and appreciate everything that
led up to your birth.” Shifting the infant in his arms, Noatak pressed a gentle
kiss to his son’s forehead. “I think you’re the most miraculous thing of call.”
Settling down on his sofa, Noatak positioned himself carefully, resting Kekoa
against his chest. “I don’t know the first thing about being a father,” he
repeated quietly. “But I’m going to try my best to be the father that you
deserve. I’ll be better than my father in that regard…be everything he wasn’t…”
Apparently the consecutive nights of waking up with his son had taken a toll,
and just like his son, Noatak drifted off to sleep.
As Korra had suspected, her trip to Ba Sing Se came down to soothing a few
bruised egos, and the flight between the cities kept her travel time to a
minimum. Asami dropped her off at the house, and gleefully Korra headed inside.
She missed her boys. Even that smooth-talker of a brother-in-law.
She opened the door and was about to call out when Tarrlok came rushing out of
the parlor, signaling with his hands to keep her voice down. She frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing’s wrong,” Tarrlok whispered. “But there’s something you need to
see. And keep your voice down!”
“All right, all right,” Korra whispered back.
She followed Tarrlok into the parlor, but she had no idea why. However, the
sight that greeted her left her speechless. Noatak was stretched out on the
sofa with Kekoa settled on his chest, the two of them fast asleep. Korra
managed to muffle her soft gasp of surprise, a few tears springing to her eyes.
“How long have they been like that?” she asked Tarrlok as they crept from the
parlor.
“A few hours is my guess. I heard Kekoa wake, but I was taking a phone call so
I didn’t immediately go check on him.  I figured Noatak could handle it.” He
chuckled. “I didn’t realize what that would entail.”
“I’ve been so worried. Noa’s been keeping his distance from Kekoa; I was
starting to think that he’d never open up to having a son.”
“We have baggage, Korra, you know that,” Tarrlok said gently as they went into
the kitchen for tea. “Noatak is understandably worried that history will repeat
itself.”
“But why? He’s not Yakone, and neither are you.”
“We know that, but sometimes it’s hard to believe.” He shook his head and then
reached up and touched the hair at his temple which was starting to grey. “When
you look in the mirror every morning and see the person you hate, sometimes the
past stays a little closer than you’d like.”
“Fine, I suppose that’s true,” she sighed.
“Take this for what it is, Korra. A small victory to be sure, but a victory
nevertheless,” he said as he gently patted her shoulder.
“Do you think he’d be open to more children?” Korra asked.
“You can’t be pregnant again,” Tarrlok said, his face aghast.
“No, not yet, but now that Kekoa’s here, I find myself wanting another child.
Maybe a daughter this time?”
“A daughter, huh? I think that it would be nice to have a niece.”
“I wonder Noa will think…”
“I’m sure he’ll be thrilled. Just make sure to let him know that you want to
wait until Kekoa is a little older. I don’t think he could handle more than one
baby at a time.”
“Me either.”
***** A State of Organized Chaos *****
Chapter Summary
     Noatak is on kid watching duty while Korra’s out of the house. Why
     did he ever think four was a good number?
Chapter Notes
     Meet the kids, all four of ‘em. Anyu and Pamuya are twin girls - Anyu
     takes after her mother while Pamuya’s a little more reserved, not to
     mention Daddy’s Little Princess. Keanu is laid back and chill (he’s
     also three, so his biggest concern is when snack time is). Kekoa is a
     ten year old boy, precocious, establishing his bending, and
     tormenting his younger sisters.
     And thus the stage is set…
After ten years, Noatak had thought that he’d have the hang of this parenting
thing. Despite early insecurities about what kind of parent he’d be, he
eventually slid into the role. He was firm when he needed to be, always loved
his children, and no matter what never let them think he would turn on them.
But at times like these, he wasn’t sure if he was father material.
“Daddy!” Anyu shrieked, “Kekoa did it again!”
Pamuya’s high pitched squealing joined her twin sister’s and he closed his eyes
and counted backwards from ten.
Coincidentally, that was the same amount of time it took for Keanu, age three,
to slip away from his father after his bath.
Looking around for any sign of his youngest child and finding none, Noatak
groaned. “Spirits help me,” he muttered as he dashed out to the yard.
Kekoa was laughing as he made ice chunks that he was dropping down Anyu and
Pamuya’s tunics while Keanu ran around the yard naked as the day he was born.
“Kekoa! Stop tormenting your sisters!” he bellowed, causing his son to stop. He
paled and immediately stopped bending, giving Anyu enough time to run up to him
and quickly block his chi.
“Dad! Did you see what she just did?!” Kekoa bellowed like a wounded animal as
he collapsed to the ground, Anyu standing smugly over him.
“I’d say you deserved it,” Noatak answered nonchalantly. “But Anyu, just this
once, you hear me?”
“Yes Daddy,” she answered with a pout, at six years old a miniature version of
her mother.
“Daddy, there’s a wet spot on my back,” Pamuya whined.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ve got it,” Noatak said, quickly bending the water
from Anyu and Pamuya’s tunics. With a grin he formed it into a chunk of ice
that he slid down Kekoa’s back.
“Hey! Dad, that’s not fair!” Kekoa protested.
“You should have thought about that before you did it to your sisters,” Noatak
answered. “Now have any of you seen Keanu?”
“Noatak, would you care to tell my why our son is running around the front
yard, naked as a mockingjay?” Korra asked as she walked into the backyard with
her parents trailing behind her. Keanu was held by his grandmother, looking
content snuggled against her parka.
Noatak sighed. “I was trying to dress him after his bath when Kekoa decided
that would be the ideal time to bend icicles down his sisters’s tunics.”
Korra’s eyebrows shot up as her lips quirked in amusement. “And where was
Tarrlok during all of this?” she asked.
“Hiding, like the brilliant man that he is,” Noatak shrugged. “Hi, Senna. Have
a nice trip?” he asked as he took his son from her arms. Keanu giggled.
“It was long, but not bad. Mostly calm seas,” she answered with a smile.
“Tonraq and I rather enjoyed our walks on the deck.”
“It’s one of the perks of coming to see you and the kids,” Tonraq smiled. “A
week long cruise with my wife.”
Korra laughed. “Oh you two are adorable.”
“Anyway, short man, let’s get you dressed,” Noatak said, slinging Keanu over
his shoulder.
“But I wanna be naked!” Keanu crowed.
“Too bad, you have to get dressed,” Noatak said as he walked into the house.
“What’s all this ruckus about?” Tarrlok demanded, walking into the yard. Noting
his brother walking by with his naked son slung over one shoulder, he blinked
in confusion. “Did I miss something?”
“Kekoa put ice down Anyu and my tunics and then Keanu got away from Daddy and
was running around the yard naked,” Pamuya responded dutifully.
“So, just another afternoon around the house,” Tarrlok surmised.
“Mom, Dad, I’m sorry for the chaos,” Korra said with an apologetic smile.
“Oh don’t be. It’s about time you realized what a handful you were when you
were a child,” Tonraq laughed.
“Yeah, but there was only me, I have four of them!” Korra said as Kekoa walked
up to her, trying to use his bending to no avail.
“Mom, Anyu blocked my chi,” he pouted.
“You were bending ice down her back, I’d say that’s a pretty fair turn about,”
Korra said as she bent down to kiss her first born on the cheek. Anyu and
Pamuya launched themselves at her and she caught them both, cuddling them
tightly. “Hello girls.”
“Mommy, mommy!” Anyu said brightly. “Uncle Gui came over and taught us more chi
blocking!”
“Did he?” she asked as she put them down. “And you used it on Kekoa.”
“Well, he deserved it,” Anyu said, a defiant tilt to her chin.
“Okay, okay,” Korra sighed. “How about you tiny terrors say hello to your
grandparents?”
“Gran-gran! Papa!” they bellowed as they swarmed Tonraq and Senna.
“Gwan-gwan! Papa!” Keanu yelled as he joined his siblings.
“Gracious you’re all getting so big!” Senna said as she picked Pamuya up.
Tonraq lifted Keanu up onto his shoulders, causing the boy to laugh happily.
“How long are you and Papa staying?” Anyu asked as she took Senna’s hand.
“Oh, for a month and then we’re going to go up north and visit with your great-
uncle Unalaq,” she answered. “But your grandfather and I have been looking
forward to this visit for months.”
“Can we go get ice cream?” Kekoa asked. “There’s a great parlor not too far
from here.”
“If it’s all right with your parents, I don’t see why not,” Tonraq shrugged.
“By all means take them,” Noatak said as he rejoined them.
“I’ll go with you. These four can be quite the handful,” Tarrlok said. “It’s
within walking distance, so we don’t have to worry about all trying to squeeze
into a satomobile.”
As the kids all chattered excitedly about going to get ice cream with Uncle
Tarrlok, Gran-Gran, and Papa, Noatak walked over to his wife and pulled her
into a hug.
“What’s this about?” she asked as she wound her arms around his middle. The
excited chatter faded as the kids and their grandparents and uncle disappeared
deeper into the house.
“Don’t leave me alone with them ever again,” he said, causing her to laugh.
“Oh they’re not that bad,” she said.
“You are their mother and the Avatar and they would never dream of misbehaving
for you,” Noatak informed her. “But the minute you leave they become four
little hellions bent on making me miserable.”
“Now you’re just exaggerating.”
“I think they know I’m afraid of them.”
“You have officially reached a level of ridiculous I didn’t know existed,”
Korra said in exasperation. “The kids adore you, you know that. Kekoa thinks
the world of you, and let’s face it, Pamuya is daddy’s little girl.”
“Then why, why, do they insist on making me miserable whenever you leave?”
“You know how kids are, always testing boundaries. Put your foot down and let
them know you’re in charge. You used to pull all of those Equalists into line;
I find it hard to believe you can’t get four kids to listen to you.”
“Korra, do you realize that we live in a state of organized chaos?” Noatak
asked her. “Some days I think I’m too old for this. Let’s face it, their
grandfather is younger than their father. This is not normal.”
“Well, no, but who wants normal anyway? Normal is boring.”
“Be that as it may, do you realize that I’m going to be in my sixties before
the kids are all moved out?”
“You’ll be almost seventy by the time Keanu’s ready to move out.”
“Thank you for that not so subtle reminder that I’m so much older than you.”
Looking at her husband, she could see the years on his face, plain as day. His
hair was now liberally streaked with gray and there were defined lines on his
face. It seemed that with each passing year, the difference in their ages
became more pronounced. Reaching up, she threaded her fingers through his hair
and smiled. “Age is just a number, Noa.”
“For you, maybe,” he murmured as reached up to caress her face. Korra had a few
wrinkles, too, mostly around her eyes and mouth from smiling so much. Her
features had softened from the sharp angles of adolescence to the gentle curves
of adulthood, giving her a wizened look. At least until she did something
completely brash and he was again reminded of the impulsive and headstrong
teenager she had been when they first met. “For me it is a constant reminder
that you’re going to move on with your life after I die.”
“I’m never going to forget you,” she murmured as she stood up on her tiptoes
and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I’ll have the kids. We’ll all remember
you.”
“Forever in a state of organized chaos?”
“Forever in a state of organized chaos.”
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