**Okay, all done. Again, sorry if it's lacking in anything. I really tried even though I wasn't 'into it.' I really hope you enjoy it!**

Her cries of sorrow and mental agony had died down to soft hiccups. Her body curled on his lap, her head limply laying against his chest. "I need to atone for what I've done. Well… for what I neglected to do. Avatar or not… I need to be able to help people. That much I can do. I may not be the Avatar anymore in bending title, but it's still somewhat my title… I mean… I'm an air bender… I guess I can produce offspring that can airbend…"

The emptiness of her voice was not missed by Noatak. "Korra… I want to help you. I want-"

"I know Noa… I know." He cheek nuzzled his chest, breathing in his spicy, musky scent. "Noa?"

The older man looked down at the girl in his arms, "Yes, Korra?"

"Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?"

"Of course." He gently moved her body so she was soon laying down. He moved over her, to pulled the blanket up, but her arms caught around his neck, tugging him down roughly.

Their lips met in a rough, sloppy kiss. Noatak couldn't register what was happening until he felt Korra's tongue pressing urgently against his lips. Throwing all care out of the window, he took control of the kiss, turning their sloppy kiss into a passionate, needy kiss.

The sounds that left Korra's lips and were swallowed by Noatak went straight to his groin, causing him to buck against her. A surprised, pleased moan left her lips, and his left hers and trailed a saliva trail down her jaw and neck, where he played with her skin; biting, sucking, kissing.

Korra's hands clutched at his shoulders, but soon needed something more. They roamed over the expansion of his chest, her nails making angry red marks in their route down to his pants.

A soft gasp was heard as Noatak quickly grabbed her hands, pinning her wrists above her head. He had moved in such an… Amon-like fashion… His hands tore at her shirt, ripping it off and throwing it to the side, knocking over the cup of water beside the bed.

Her toned legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his hips down. Korra started to move her hips in circular motions, throwing her head back like a wanton whore. The sounds that tore from her throat… they made Noatak's eyes darken.

They were fully stripped in seconds. Nails drawing his blood and teeth drawing her blood. Pained and pleasure laced whimpers, moans, screams, left Korra's mouth. Grunt left Noatak's lips.

He was relentless, and she loved it.

She needed this.

She needed to be broken even more by him.

This man had broken her, shattered her, and he would be the death of her. No matter what, she knew he would be.

Both were redressed, Korra had her head on Noatak's chest. She was curled up, feeling safe for once in her life.

Safe.

Safe in the arms of the man who had caused her so much terror…

"Noa?"

"Hmmm?"

"… We're fucked aren't we? A fallen Avatar, a fallen revolution leader. Enemies, yet we find comfort in each other in our weakness. We search for atonement… but what if it's right in front of us?"

Noatak sat up on an elbow, looking down at her, "What do you mean?"

"What if the Spirits made it so that I found you? It was no coincidence I was the one to find you. We both seek atonement… What if we found it in each other?"

Noatak raised an eyebrow, "What are you saying, Korra?"

"You find atonement through me, by rebuilding what you broke. I find atonement through you, by giving you a new life."

"And what kind of life would that be, Korra?"

"A life with me."

The two gazed into each other's eyes, and soon their lips met in a loving touch. The hunger took over them, and Korra had Noatak on his back as she kissed him hungrily, as if she was some sort of succubus, only she was sucking the sorrow from him instead of his life.

"Ahem…"

Korra gasped, pulling away from Noatak. Katara was standing in the doorway, an all knowing smirk on her lips. "Nice to see you're awake, Korra."

Korra's cheeks reddened, "Y-Yes…"

"The Spirits work in mysterious ways, Aang always told me that. They don't want to control the universe completely, but when need be they will intervene." Katara winked at the two as she walked out, leaving them to ponder her elderly-wise words.

Korra looked down at Noatak and snuggled into his chest. Yes, this new life of their would be worth it. It may be about fulfilling their atonement, but they could do it. Korra was sure of it. A smile graced her lips, and it was the first time she smiled after Amon had taken her bending. Now, she's with Noatak, and together they will rebuild each other, fulfill their atonement, and maybe, just maybe, find a for Korra to be Avatar once again.