Amon was grading papers at his desk when she came in, freshly showered and changed from her and the boy's makeshift practice session in the school gym. She had checked the teacher's lot for his Audi after leaving the gym, and when she found it still there, even an hour after school had let out, she journeyed to his classroom despite her aching arms and sore leg that just begged to be iced.
Korra lingered in the doorway for a few moments, watching Amon swipe his red pen mercilessly through some poor student's quiz. He wasn't wearing his usual getup, just a pressed white shirt and black pants, his jacket thrown over his chair. Each button was fastened all the way up to his pressed collar, his hair combed back and tucked behind his ears.
He paused in his grading at the sound of Korra's voice, and looked up, their eyes meeting.
Fire sparked beneath her skin and burned steadily as she limped over to his desk, but not before closing the door tightly behind her.
"Done with practice, I see." Amon commented, eyes flicking over the faint bruises on her arms, and the swollen purple splotch on her shin. She wore her favorite blue shorts and a tank top, her jeans stuffed down into the bottom of her bag. She was still slightly over heated from practice, even after a shower, and didn't think denim would feel so good on a fresh bruise, so she opted for the shorts and tank top she kept in her locker instead of the jeans and shirt she had worn to school.
"Yep." She answered sitting down on the edge of his desk, nudging a textbook over with her hip to make room. "Bolin got me good. I hope this bruise goes down before the tournament."
She rubbed at her shin, wincing at the ache, and Amon frowned.
"You should put some ice on it before it grows worse, Miss Kaya."
She made a face at him, and crossed her arms.
"I will when I get home, Sir." She drawled, grinning devilishly at him. "Wouldn't want me out of commission before then, would we?"
"No." Amon agreed, stacking his quizzes and tucking them into his leather laptop bag, along with the book he always kept in the desk drawer. "We wouldn't."
She slid off of his desk when he stood, and for a moment wished so desperately that they could walk out together, hand in hand.
But that thought vanished when he brushed his lips over hers, and swept his arm out, gesturing for her to leave first.
"See you later?" She asked hopefully, forcing her feelings down so that he wouldn't see, wouldn't sense that she craved for more than just their lust filled encounters.
Amon nodded, just a slight dip of his chin.
"After the swelling goes down."
Korra scowled, and opened the door, backpack and swim bag over her shoulder, and left.
Mako and Bolin were waiting for her by her Scion, trading quick, jabbing blows as they circled around her car. She watched in horror as Bolin tripped and landed on her bumper with a loud, painful thud, and she jogged over.
"NOT NEAR MY CAR, ASSHOLES!"
She shoved them back playfully before slipping into the driver's seat, tossing her bags in the back, and taking her friends home.
"I'm home!" Korra called, as she let herself into the house. She saw her dad sprawled out on the couch watching, ironically, Cops, which made her giggle before she dumped her bags down near the stairs, and went to join him.
She pressed a sloppy, daughterly kiss onto her dad's cheek before plopping down on the couch next to him, careful not to bump him, or move him in any way. The doctors had to use medical staples to keep the incision closed, and they weren't due to be removed until Friday, so she and her mom were being very careful. They did all of the little household tasks, and her mom stuck around the house a lot to make sure Tonraq didn't do anything strenuous.
"Hey, dad." She greeted, kicking off her flip flops to tuck her feet beneath her, hissing when her shin throbbed in protest. "Missing work?"
Tonraq ruffled her still damp hair, and eyed the monster of a bruise on her shin with a sort of fatherly appreciation.
"As usual." He answered, prodding the swollen purple blotch with a gentle finger. "You should ice that."
Korra flinched, and slapped his hand away rather affectionately, leaning against him, lightly enough that she wouldn't hurt him.
"That's what everyone keeps telling me."
She rested her head on his shoulder and they watched Cops together in comfortable silence, until her stomach growled and Naga, who had lain at their feet, whined to be let out.
"When's mom going to be back?" She asked, rising to stretch.
Tonraq shrugged and shook his head as an officer on TV lost his grip on a naked criminal high on PCP.
"A couple of hours, maybe. She's at her book group again."
"Mmkay. I'm going to make a sandwich. Want one?"
"Sure. Extra pickles, no mayo."
Naga pranced around Korra as her mistress limped into the kitchen, opening the back door so her dog could run outside and do her business. Korra left the door ajar and made them lunch, noticing that Senna was thawing cuts of fish in the sink. Since it wasn't a Tribe night Korra knew that her mom was going to make her famous beer-battered fish and chips, and even as she plated the turkey sandwiches she had made for her and Tonraq, her stomach growled.
Dinner was going to be awesome.
Naga came in to nose at Korra's ankles, whining, and Korra rolled her eyes before breaking a small piece of her sandwich off for her shameless dog, who gobbled it up with glee.
Before she took their lunch to eat in the living room in front of the TV, true to her word, Korra swiped an icepack from the freezer, cracked it, and tucked two cokes beneath her arm as she took the plates into the living room.
She sat and had lunch with her dad, foot propped up on the couch, her bruised skin wrapped In one of the bigger ice packs she and her dad used for pulled muscles. It was freezing and uncomfortable, but in a matter of minutes her shin stopped throbbing, and went numb.
She stayed there with her dad even when Senna came home, happy from her book group and even happier still to find Korra spending time with her father, laughing over the antics of the idiots on Cops and The Smoking Gun: World's Dumbest. Save for hunting and working out together, watching criminal morons getting caught on camera was one of their favorite past times, and Korra was thoroughly enjoying herself.
Dinner was long, delicious, and even better still when her parents went to bed early. Korra washed the dishes after dessert, tided up the kitchen with her mother, and shut herself in her room when her parents went to bed around ten.
She dressed in her favorite pair of grey sweatpants and a tank top, throwing on a jacket and shoving her feet into her flip flops before sneaking out of the house, through the back door and across the street to Amon's house. It was hard jumping his back fence in flip flops but she was able to hoist herself over quickly, dropping down onto the well mowed grass of his back yard with a muffled thud.
She dug her keys out of her jacket pocket and let herself in, kicking her flip flops off and carrying them in one hand. The kitchen tiles were cold beneath her feet, but she smiled as she padded into the living room, towards the glow of the lamps and Amon's deep, rich voice.
"What brings you here, Avatar?"
She was starting to wonder about that herself. She was in no mood for touching,didn't desire to escape into a night of furious passion play. Amon had been where he usually was when he wasn't plotting in his underground base; down at the docks, facing the bay.
She had felt the call of the moon since it had began to rise, but now it was hanging heavy in the sky, healthy and full. He stood to his back to her at the edge of the water, his masked face tilted up, bathed in the silvery light.
It sang on Korra's skin, warm yet cool, like living water the color of polished coins.
"Insomnia." She answered absently, standing a distance away from him and looking out at the bay. "Loneliness. Boredom. Take your pick, Amon."
He didn't turn to face her, instead staring out at the stars and glass-like surface of the water.
"Then I would have to choose insomnia." He replied evenly, as the light danced over the glazed porcelain of his mask. "With a touch of loneliness to lead you out here to seek comfort in your worst enemy."
That was laughable.
"Is that what we are now, Amon? Even after everything?"
Months had gone by, months occupied by battles and their carried on affair. Tensions in Republic City were rising, and it was only a matter of time before things crumbled and broke apart. Something big was happening, something that couldn't be stopped.
The End Game.
The End Game was coming.
That's what kept her up at night, the feeling that things were about to draw into a close.
"What else would you have us be, Avatar?"
Now he turned his head, the slits that were meant for eyes thrown in shadow. She had never seen his eyes; Spirits, why hadn't she? Why couldn't she even know the color of his eyes? She knew the feel of his body, his taste, the scent of temple incense, fire, and cold that clung to him, but had never seen his eyes.
"Friends?" He prompted, his voice bland but firm. "Lovers? Comrades?"
She took a step forward, silver glimmering in her eyes from the moon.
"All of those things." She answered, looking deep into the eye slits of his mask. "And more. I would have us at peace. I'd have everyone at peace."
He turned away from her then, back towards the bay, his shoulders tense.
"Not in this life."
She couldn't stop the fury that welled up inside of her, couldn't stop the embers from settling into her throat and hands, scalding her skin. It was as if fire burned beneath her skin, living fire, dwelling in her bones and muscles.
"When, Amon?" Korra rasped, wanting so badly to touch him that she burned with it. "When?"
She was so tired of all of these nights spent fucking, of wishing for bigger things. She was tired to death of it all, of sneaking back to the temple, of not knowing the color of his eyes, his face, knowing nothing but the sound of his voice and a few glimpses of his skin before he blindfolded her, skin that was tanned like hers, and scarred.
She wanted MORE. She wanted all of him. She wanted the madness to stop, the war to stop.
She wanted peace, but, more than peace.
She wanted peace between THEM.
"Perhaps in another life."
The vision cleared as she spotted Amon sitting on the couch where he usually graded his papers, Lieutenant Lieu sitting on the other a little distance away from it. The men didn't look surprised to see her, and Amon rose at her entrance. Korra tried to quickly discard the lingering anger and sorrow of the memory, to banish the sound of crashing waves away, the scent of salt and fire.
He took her hand as she neared it, settling her down beside him. Glasses of wine sat on the coffee table in front of them, a third empty, placed there for her.
"Hey, Lieutenant." Korra greeted, sincerely friendly towards the other man.
Despite being pulled over by him for nothing weeks before, Lieu had proven to be a pleasant man with a good sense of humor. He always came to the dinners her mom threw for Tonraq's unit, sat near her, and seemed to be a friend to her dad as well as close one to Amon.
"Evening." He replied, leaning back in his seat.
Amon filled her class a quarter of the way up, and Korra took it from him, taking a sip of the heavy red wine. The metallic taste lingered thickly in her mouth, and she couldn't help but smile as Amon pressed his lips to her temple, his free arm tucked around her waist.
"Ever find the jackass who shot my dad?" She asked, leaning against Amon.
Korra knew that Amon had sensed her remembering; he always seemed to know when she dreamed, or when she had visions during the day. Korra never had those sort of feelings towards Amon. Unless she touched him while he chose to remember something, or while she was assaulted with a memory, there was nothing from him.
It was strange, but she never questioned it. After all, hadn't he already regained his past life? Remembered everything there was to remember? He was just waiting for her. Korra felt that when she felt complete, they would talk.
But until then, she suffered in near silence, with only his comforts and presence.
"We're close." Lieu replied, pausing to sip from his glass. "You'll know when we find him."
Korra smirked, and reveled in the feeling of Amon being so close to her.
Of momentary peace.