I got bored, so I worked on it.

...

"You're not thirsty, Avatar?" Amon asked, idly playing with the lid to the canteen, cocking his head to the side, watching her, studying her.

Korra didn't have a response ready, reeling and racing on her tongue like she always did. This time, she faltered, and the burning panic of finding a feasible excuse licked the back of her neck. "No."

She knew this wouldn't suffice.

Amon retrieved a chair from the far side of the room, as if it had been there the entire time, and positioned it a hair's width outside the Avatar's reach, taking care to position himself languidly in it afterward.

"I don't believe you." He said simply.

"Believe what you will, you maniac."

"Then I shall elaborate, and please Avatar, don't hesitate to correct me." Amon sat up straight. "I think you have been having a better time in these quarters than I had previously realized."

"What in the hell are you talking about?" Korra snapped, staring Amon down with a determined, narrowed gaze, a cocked scowl, framing her incisors on one side; anger hopefully hiding the dead weight of apprehension settling in her stomach. What she would give to set his mask afire and rip the smirk she knew he was hiding right off his face.

"I think that you have been using my men to your advantage, my dear. Utilizing them for your own devices." He paused to let his musings settle over the horrified young Avatar before he continued. "Now, what puzzles me if your motive. You're quite the high standing member in this mockery of a society, and with such a tenuous hold on the populous, why would you risk your standing for them?"

Korra couldn't hide the rush of crimson that painted her cheeks even if she knew how to bloodbend, and she stammered ridiculously in her retort. "Th-That's absolutely...That's ...YOU'RE INSANE."

"Something must be setting you off." Amon stroked his chin in an obvious show of theatrics; his cockiness was pissing her off to no end. The masked man appraised her with narrowed eyes before coming to a quite laughable conclusion, leaning forward to grab her chin in order to share.

"Does it ...arouse you to be this helpless?"

His slow, anchored tone made a hot spike through Korra's body and she instinctively pressed her thighs together to shield herself from the intensity of the feeling. Oh Spirits..

Korra turned her head to bite on Amon's outstretched hand, her face on fire with embarrassment, her stomach quaking and turning with fear. There was no way that was true. She was the Avatar, a force to be reckoned with, strong, powerful, not a pawn, a weakling...

He pulled back, the carved smirk taunting her with the knowledge he gleaned. "Very interesting. You have given me much to think about, young Avatar." Amon rose, picking up and dropping the chair back into its tiny, dark corner.

"Perhaps you have as well." And the door was shut, causing Korra to flinch, which disgusted herself.

"He's just fucking with you Korra..." She murmured to herself in the dark, her head once again finding the cool relief of the metal floor pleasing her senses. "You're not that kind of person...You're not..."