Title: The Trophy Wife
Rating: M, for reals this time kiddos, thar be smut ahead!
Words: 4430
Fandom: The Legend of Korra
Characters/Pairings: Everyone; Amorra, Masami
Author's Note: Okay, Panda and Tiger, you can stop harassing me in chat now. Here it is, glorious chapter 11 - which I dedicate to the lovely TheOneWhoBurnedTheSun, who, after reading about Amon's massive bathroom in a teaser posted a few months ago, asked if there would be sexy shenanigans in said bathroom.

To which I replied, "Eh, why the hell not."

So! Here's the chapter summary:

Amon and Korra continue to bond though talking and, uh, not talking. Ahem.

In other news, I have finished plotting out the story, and at 40 chapters, the story is 1) War and Peace length (or so Masks says) and 2) actually going to end. Hopefully with everything plotted out I'll get it written faster, and once the story is complete, I'll move to updating twice a week. If you follow me you already know this, but if you're just coming from the tag to read, allow me to give you the good news.

Now settle in, kiddos. This chapter is LONG. Like, 4430 words long. Most of it porn.


If someone had told Korra on the night of the gala Tarrlok threw for her that in three months' time she would be in a bed, lying naked and pressed intimately against the leader of the Equalists, she would have laughed and then punched them in the face. Amon was pure evil, plain and simple, and she would never associate with him in such a way. Never.

Of course there she was, tucked under his shoulder, her front pressed against his side and one leg tangled with his. Noatak was lazily running his hand up and down her bare arm while the other was draped across his chest so he could play with her loose hair. She was idly tracing circles on his chest as she listened to his heartbeat, wondering why the situation didn't feel wrong. She'd just had sex with someone who was her most hated enemy less than a week ago, and she had enjoyed it.

"This is crazy," she muttered, not realizing that she had spoken aloud until he chuckled. Craning her neck, she looked up at him, noting the way his eyes were twinkling. Spirits, he looked so normal.

"Mm, I suppose so," he agreed. He pulled her against him just a little bit tighter, enjoying the way she fit against him. Like they had been made specifically for each other. What was it about her that made him want to find the boy he'd left behind on the tundra twenty-six years ago? He had told Tarrlok earlier in the week that Noatak had died on the day that he had left home, that there was nothing left of him. His brother had laughed and pointed out that if there was nothing left of Noatak, then why had he made Korra a betrothal necklace?

The truth was that no matter how much he tried to cut ties with his past, little bits of Noatak remained. He showed in the elaborate tile work of the bath and the décor in his office. He showed in his gentle compassion to those who came to him broken with their hearts and spirits in need of healing. He showed in his intense desire for everyone to be treated equally. The truth was that Noatak wasn't dead, he had merely been sleeping within Amon until Korra had awoken him.

"Breakfast should be here soon," he informed her as he wound a lock of her hair around his finger.

"What are they gonna do, give some sort of secret knock and leave the trays on the floor?" Korra asked.

"No, they'll knock and wait for you to answer the door," he replied. "There's a dressing gown for you in the wardrobe."

"And why can't you answer the door?" she pouted.

"That would require me either applying the make-up for my scar, which none of my followers have ever actually seen, or putting on the mask. I'm feeling lazy this morning."

She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Noatak, after what we just did I find it hard to believe that you're feeling lazy."

"Fine," he smirked. "I'm an old man with a spry young wife who is more than capable of getting the door."

"I hate you," she mumbled.

"You just keep telling yourself that," he advised. Sure enough, there was a loud knocking on his door and Korra groaned.

"I should go find that robe, huh?"

"In the wardrobe, right side," he answered with a cheeky smile. Oh Spirits, if he did that all the time Korra was going to be a useless puddle of goo on the floor. Maybe it was better that he wore the mask in public, he wasn't particularly intimidating when he was smiling.

Korra muttered curses in his general direction and tried to ignore the feeling of his eyes watching her every move as she pawed through the wardrobe. She found the silken robe towards the back. It was a deep violet color, far more common in the north than the south. Sliding it on, she turned around to see Noatak lounging on the bed and giving her an appreciative once over. "Enjoying the show?"

"Yes, very much, and while I'd like to see more I do want breakfast."

She gave him the stink eye before disappearing behind the velvet curtain. His laughter was muffled but she could still hear it as she yanked the door open to glare at the poor souls who had to bring their breakfasts. The lieutenant was standing behind the two Equalists holding the breakfast trays, eyeing her critically. "Tell Amon that we'll have lunch here in the early afternoon."

"I'll tell him," Korra assured the masked man. She rolled her eyes when he sneered at her before leaving. After quietly thanking the pair that had carried in the trays, Korra shut and locked the door. With a soft sigh, she turned to call out to Noatak but was startled to find him standing in the doorway to the bedroom, casually leaning against it. He was clad in only a navy blue dressing gown that was mostly open at the chest and loosely tied at the waist. Wordlessly he entered the office and sat down on one of the sofas, claiming one of the trays as his.

"Don't tell me you're not hungry," he said with an aside glance. "I could hear your stomach rumbling earlier."

Blushing, Korra sat down and started to eat, embarrassed that he had noticed that she been hungry for quite some time. "Soo…"

He glanced up at his wife, who was sitting awkwardly on the sofa. "Is there something you want to talk about, Korra?"

She was curious about the whole personality change, but instead she blurted the first thing that came to mind. "How do you eat with the mask on without making a giant mess?"

That was not what he was expecting. "Practice," was his answer.

"Well duh," she said drolly. "I suppose you practiced a lot?"

"I just got used to wearing the mask all of the time and functioning with it. That included learning how to eat and drink with it on."

"Must be awkward when you sneeze."

"You are the first person to have acknowledged that."

"Yeah, but I bet you're one of those annoying people who never gets sick, though. My dad is like that."

"And you aren't?"

She laughed. "No, no, I get sick. I'm the Avatar and I still catch colds. It's kind of annoying. You'd think that the physical manifestation of the spirit of the world wouldn't get sick, but apparently it's part of being human."

Leaning back, Noatak thoughtfully rubbed his chin. "Had I known that the Avatar could have been taken down by a mere cold, the Revolution would have succeeded months ago."

"Oh har, har," Korra said with an eye roll. "I don't suppose you have a weakness?"

His eyebrows went up. "Do you really expect me to tell you?"

"No, I suppose not," she mumbled. "You're not the type to give that kind of information freely."

"I'm not the type to give any kind of information freely," he said matter-of-factly.

She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, and then sighed. "I'm going to take a bath after this."

"And you felt the need to tell me why?" Noatak asked cocking his head in curiosity.

"Uh…I have no idea. Just making conversation, I guess," she answered.

"Not that it's a bad idea, though," he said thoughtfully.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Taking a bath after breakfast," he clarified.

"Yeah, that's what I thought you meant, but I bathe alone."

He leaned forward, an unreadable expression on his face. "Consider what we were doing just over an hour ago, I can't imagine that it's modesty that's prompting you to act like it would be the end of the world if I were to join you."

"I just like to bathe alone," she said defensively, causing him to chuckle.

"Of course you do," he murmured as he took in the sight of her, perched on the edge of the sofa with her dressing gown sliding off one shoulder as she tried to eat her rice. "You're itching to use your bending, but you don't want to use it front of me."

"That's ridiculous," she huffed defensively.

"But true," he reminded her. "I can tell when you're lying. Good water and earthbenders can, of course, by sensing a person's pulse."

"But you have that extra special bloodbending ability," she shot back. "How long has it been since you've properly used your bending? Not including that little trick from earlier."

"A few days," he shrugged. "Stupid, mindless things, really, like cleaning up spilled tea or ink when I'm alone. Most of the time I'm not even aware that I've done it until after the fact."

Korra didn't do what Master Karata had called reflexive bending. She'd seen it in others, of course. Firebenders flicking their wrists or fingers to light candles when they entered a room or earthbenders just casually moving rocks out of the way as they worked. She'd seen Master Katara clean up spilled tea without even realizing it on more than one occasion. For as much as bending was part of her life, Korra wasn't a reflexive bender. She always thought about her movements. Frowning, she studied her husband. "Isn't that dangerous? What if you do that in front of the lieutenant or Sato?"

"I'm never in that frame of mind around them," Noatak answered. "It all comes down to your frame of mind. You're an active bender. You put thought in to each movement, though not always the right one. You react, but you react in a very calculated way. It's never reflex with you."

"I hardly think I need bending advice from you," she snarked.

"I am merely stating what I've seen," he stated coolly.

She glared at him for a moment, hating how impassive his face was, until she decided that enough was enough. She put her mostly empty dishes back on the tray and shoved it away from her. "I'm going to take my shower," she announced as she rose. She stalked angrily towards the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

There were a couple of hooks next to the door and she hung up her robe on one, assuming the other was for a towel. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she weighed her options. The bath was set up like a traditional Fire Nation bath, meaning she'd have to wash herself before she could get into the tub. The traditional method was to sit on a stool and use buckets of water to douse the body, but any more showers were just as common. For convenience's sake Korra opted for the shower. There was a fresh cake of soap on a wall mounted holder next to the shower, which she grabbed as she waited for the water to reach the right temperature. When the water was hot, she stepped under the spray and tried not to cry.

The man was infuriating. He was like a tap, switching between hot and cold so fast it made her head spin. When they had woken up this morning he'd been downright pleasant, but only moments ago she wanted to earthbend him up to his eyeballs or freeze him to the wall. Her emotions were all over the place. When he was being pleasant it was easy enough to get along with him – he was polite and caring and just so damn easy to talk to. However, she had seen as his mood had progressively darkened throughout breakfast, until she could no longer take it and had fled to the bathroom.

She viciously scrubbed at her body, trying to wash away the memory of his hands on her body. What had initially been so nice was now tainted by his cooled off demeanor. She felt used and for some reason she felt surprised by it. Of course he was going to use her, it wasn't like he actually cared.

"If you scrub any harder, you're going to peel your skin off."

With a yelp, Korra turned around to see him standing behind her, arms crossed against his chest, one hip cocked, and a concerned look on his face. "What do you want?" she growled.

In three steps he had her backed against the wall, the hand holding the soap pinned at the wrist. "Give me the soap, Korra."

"No," she spat.

Rolling his eyes, he applied a little pressure to the tendons in her wrist, causing her grip to loosen. He grabbed the soap, and then pulled Korra back into the spray of the shower. "Honestly, would it kill you to follow my directions?"

"Sometimes I think so," she grumbled back.

"I have nothing to gain from your death, Korra, absolutely nothing," he said as he started to wash her back. "And as strange as this might sound, I'm starting to enjoy your company. I don't want to fight."

Her body sagged under the weight of his words. How odd that he had once been hell bent on destroying her and now he wanted to be friends – or something more. "Our relationship is so weird," she mumbled.

"That's one way of putting it," he agreed as he moved on to her legs, taking his time to feel her muscles. She was like a finely built machine, and damn if he didn't appreciate it. He had no use for women who were classically pretty. They always looked like they would break if jostled or blow away in a stiff breeze. Perhaps growing up in the Northern Water Tribe, where most of the women were sturdy and strong in order to survive their rugged home, had skewed his tastes. Give him a well-muscled woman who could give him a run for his money in hand to hand combat any day.

Korra stood still as Noatak lathered her body, groaning slightly as he massaged her thighs. Back to being gentle, back to being Noatak. She was never going to get used to the personality switch.

"Why are you so tense?" he murmured as he massaged her legs.

She resisted the urge to kick him. "It's just a lot to adjust to, that's all."

"I don't quite buy it, but I feel it's probably better not to ask," he informed her as he slowly turned her so he could wash her front. Sitting back on his haunches, he looked her over with an appreciative smile. "You really are magnificent."

She blushed brightly. "Well, you're not too hard on the eyes yourself."

He laughed, the sound echoing through the tiled room. Noatak softly moved up her body, keeping his touch gentle. She blushed harder as he washed between her legs, and stayed pink as he worked his way up to her breasts. "Really, why are you so shy? You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"I-I know that," she stammered. "But being touched like this," she hissed in pleasure as he teased her nipples, "is not exactly something I'm familiar with. I just have to get used to it."

"Oh no," Noatak grinned as he pushed her fully under the water to rinse away the lather. "You will never get used to this. I'll make sure of that."

She glared at him, looking a bit like a drowned elephant-rat with her hair hanging limply around her face. "Gimme the soap," she demanded, taking him off guard. He reluctantly handed it over and nearly asked what she was doing when she circled behind him and started washing his back.

He was more than okay with that. He was almost a head taller than her, which meant that she got up on her tip-toes to make sure she got his shoulders, her front pressed against his back. Standing still and letting her wash him took all of his self-control. It wasn't a secret that he liked to be in control or that he had issues about trusting others. The fact that he was able to stand still while allowing the person he had been groomed to destroy to wash his back was a fairly big accomplishment. Though after the first thirty seconds he just didn't care because her hands felt amazing running along his skin.

There was an old wives tale in the Water Tribe about how it was impossible for waterbenders to drown unless they were unconscious. Noatak had often agreed with the sentiment, knowing full well that sometimes even being unconscious wasn't enough. But there were other ways to drown, other ways in which a waterbender could get in over their heads with no way out. Right now Noatak was sure that he was drowning in a sea of Korra, and he found that he didn't mind.

He sucked in a breath as she moved down his back and on to his legs, enjoying the way her fingers played over his muscles. At forty he considered himself to be in good shape. Most people thought he was in his early to mid-thirties, which helped him keep a low profile and had helped conceal him from his brother. At least physically he didn't appear too much older than his wife, and that made him feel marginally better about the gap between their ages.

"I suppose you have to be in good shape to keep ahead of the benders," she murmured as she ran the cake of soap over his thighs.

"It does help, yes," he said, hissing as she inched closer to his groin. She smirked as she realized exactly the effect she was having on him. "Though exercise does help me focus and clear m-m-my mind….erngh!"

"Oh my, is that a problem?" she asked with feigned innocence as she began to wash his stiffening length. "This does need to be cleaned, doesn't it?"

He gasped as she grasped it and began to stroke it with a soapy hand. "K-korra…"

"Hmm?"

"P-please…"

"Please what?"

"Stop teasing!" he growled as he backed himself up against the wall so he couldn't fall over.

"I'm not teasing," she said sweetly. "I'm merely returning the favor from earlier."

Well there was a loaded statement if he ever heard one. Of course she probably meant washing him, but he had a sneaking suspicion that she was also talking about their early morning activities. She ran her hand the length of his member, snickering as he groaned when she caressed the head. Never before had she had any sort of power over him. The feeling was incredible, as well as arousing. Slowly she began to think of other things she could do to him.

With a quiet laugh, she moved away from his length and began washing his torso. He breathed a sigh of relief, before managing to scowl down at her in displeasure. With an arrogant wink she continued her ministrations, ignoring the way his body seemed to tense with each touch. The little vixen!

Once she was done covering every inch of exposed skin in lather, she bent the water from the shower into a large blob that she then unceremoniously dumped over him. Noatak gave her an incredulous look, wondering why she had just done that. Clearly she wasn't afraid to use her bending in front of him anymore. "Get in the tub, Korra," he ordered.

"But I'm already clean."

"Just get in the tub. Or will I have to pick you up and carry you in myself?"

"…Getting in the tub. Sheesh."

A series of steps led into the water, which was hot without being scalding. Along the edges were benches that sat at different heights. Korra chose one that covered her bust but left her shoulders above the water, letting the heat soak in to her body. Noatak chose one that put him in a similar position, though if Korra were sitting next to him the water would be up to her chin.

"So now what?" she asked.

"Now we relax," he answered.

Her eyes darted down to his groin and noticed that he was still aroused from earlier. She would have tried to hide her smirk, but she couldn't stop it. Finally she was getting under his skin for a change. She suddenly had a wonderful, evil, awful idea.

Gliding through the water to sit next to him, she draped one arm around his shoulders, while the other reached up to run her finger along his jaw. "My goodness but you're worked up."

Turning his head slightly, Noatak gave her a clearly unamused look.

From his chin she let her fingers glide down his body until she reached his length, grabbing it loosely in her hand. She chuckled at the way his body jerked at the contact, his eyes darkening with a yet to be determined emotion. "Now, what would happen if I started to do this?" she mused aloud as she began to stroke the length of him.

He didn't bother verbalizing the answer, instead twisting at the waist to grab her by the hips and haul her out the water. He set her on the floor at the edge of the tub and studied the surprise on her face. His prey, always his prey, had propped herself up on her elbows and was eying him warily.

"What are you…oh!"

Korra groaned as he placed his mouth against her core, swiping his tongue along her slit. His lips closed around her clit, sucking gently, causing her to cry out. Noatak smirked up at her. "First rule of firebending, play with fire and you might get burned."

She groaned as his mouth descended on her clit again. "You're a waterbender, what do you know?"

He laughed, his mouth still pressed intimately against her, sending the vibrations through her. "Plenty."

Korra hummed in appreciation as his tongue worked over the sensitive flesh between her legs. Clearly he knew what he was doing, and again she felt her body tightening as he pushed her to the edge. She screamed, really, truly screamed, the sound echoing around the room, when she climaxed. Gasping for breath, she laid limply on the tile floor, limbs tingling and a pleasant warmth coursing through her body.

"That was impressive," Noatak noted as he pulled himself out the water to sit next to her. "I had no idea you had it in you."

"Yeah, well, turnabout is fair play," she warned him between breaths.

"A hollow threat, Korra," he smirked at her. It seemed as if the arrogant half-smile was his default expression. On anyone else it would be irritating, but for some reason it made him more attractive.

Sliding back into the water, Korra dunked herself in her element to center herself and regain control of her body. Breaking the surface, she smiled at him as she approached. "It's not fair that I'm getting all of the attention," she crooned sweetly.

His eyebrows shot up. Surely she wasn't suggesting that she return the favor, so to speak. She didn't have the experience or the know-how. He knew that she didn't even read those smutty dime novels that so many women seemed to be fond of, and therefore didn't even have a reference pool to draw from. It was why he'd taken charge.

Boldly she reached for his erection, gently grasping the hard flesh and stroking it. "Are you playing with me?" he demanded.

It was her turn to smirk at him. "Is that what I'm doing? I thought I'd make you feel as good as you made me feel."

"I-I'm not against it," he rasped as she continued to pump her fist along his length.

"I wonder what will happen if I do this?" she murmured, leaning down to take the head of his member into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, eliciting a moan of pleasure from him. Chuckling, she continued licking and sucking, sometimes bobbing her head up and down as she pleasured him.

"Korra," he moaned. "You need to…need to…"

Sensing that he was closing in on climax, she stopped and pulled away from him. Letting out a frustrated moan, he lifted his head so he could give her a dirty look. She smirked again as she removed herself from the water and then straddled his hips, pressing her core against his erection. "Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong," he said with a breathy sigh. "Though things could be better."

She rocked against him, smiling devilishly as she teased him. "Oh really?"

"Yes really," he ground out in frustration.

"And how could things be better?"

Always a man of action, Noatak grabbed her hips to hold her still and then thrust up into her. She let out a small sigh of pleasure as he filled her, before she smiled benevolently down at him. "Ah-ah," she chastised, bracing herself on his chest. "I'm in control."

He snorted in disbelief. "I doubt that."

She rocked her hips again, adjusting to the feel of him. He groaned. "I don't," she answered cheekily. Starting slowly, she moved up and down his length, watching his head tilt back, jaw clenched. Oh yes, she could get used to this, watching him turn to putty in her hands. She kept altering her pace, finding what felt good for her, until she climaxed again. This time, however, she managed to keep from screaming, merely letting out a breathy moan as she reached her peak. Shortly after Noatak climaxed, his body twitching beneath her. Collapsing on his chest, she giggled.

"That was pretty good."

"Mmm," he agreed. "And as much as I'd like to just lie here with you, I think we should move. The tile isn't exactly comfortable."

Rolling off of him, Korra flopped down next to him, her body exerting its remaining energy just to do so. She lay limply next to him while he forced himself to sit up and remove his seed from her body.

"When will lunch be here?" he asked after he had finished.

"Early afternoon," she answered as she kicked her feet in the water of the tub.

"Then we should probably dry off and get dressed," he sighed as he looked longingly at the bath.

"Oh come on, ten more minutes of soaking and then we can get dressed." She batted her eyelashes at him and pouted.

Spirits help him, he couldn't resist that face.

"Fine, ten more minutes and then we get dressed."

With a grin she slipped back into the water and floated in the middle of the tub on her back.

Who knew that she could be so cute?