Summary: Korra hates yellow dresses and Noatak might be a closeted gay man.

Rating: K+ or T at most. Real innocent stuff you guys.

Genre: Humor/and slight Romance but mostly humor

Author's Note: I totally plan to expand on this later on. It's called November Dance for a reason, but I just have a lot on my plate at the moment. Korra is about 16 or 17 and Noatak is maybe 23 at the oldest. I totally shot Korroh in the face because I can. Uhm. Yea, okay. I'll definitely edit this more later and make the story not so choppy.

Disclaimer: I did write the little poetic snippet in the middle and came up with the plot, but everything else is not mine.

November Dance

Korra sits outside on top her hammock as a means to escape the noise inside. She could only handle so many last minute wedding plans. She thought coming outside and reading under the light of the full moon would calm her mind. But, as the Powers That Be would have it, today was not a day to make Korra happy. Just as she reads an especially tricky part in her book, it was snatched away from her grasp. Without hesitation, Korra gives a mighty kick at the offender's stomach causing him to promptly drop the book back onto her lap.

"Dammit, Kor, what was that for?"

"Watch your fucking language around me, Noa. I'm a lady. Now, go away."

In response, Noa walks around to the other side of the hammock and jumps into it, gracefully landing on his back. Korra, being a much less graceful creature, yelps in surprise and grabs onto whatever her hands find to steady herself. The book and her left hand slam onto his thigh while her right lands on his chest causing her to slightly lean into him.

"Korra! I didn't know you wanted me this badly. Aren't I a little mature for you though?" he says as he playfully slides a finger up her arm.

Korra glares at him and hits him with her book.

"Spirits woman! Stop injuring me. Unless you're into that?" Noa gives a low grumble in laughter as Korra positions herself at his feet and mumbles something along the lines of perve.

Neither say anything for a couple of minutes and Noa has begun to hum some indistinguishable song when Korra speaks. "I'm still mad at you." Her voice doesn't carry the malice she had intended.

Noa releases a sigh of frustration. "I told you I was sorry. How was I supposed to know your crazy brother was actually going to like the dress?" She pokes at his calf.

"Don't give me that. You know Iroh is more of a priss than you and Tarrlok combined."

He glares and lightly hits her with his toes. "Don't include me! I'm not even remotely feminine."

"I don't know," Korra stretches out the last word while pretending to make a thinking face, "He did say that you helped him figure out he was gay."

Noa abruptly sits up and begins sputtering incoherent sentences, which causes Korra to start giggling like a mad woman.

"I'm not – he didn't – IT WAS ONLY ONCE!" This only makes Korra laugh even harder as Noa's face darkens.

A few minutes and several unlady-like snorts later, Korra's laughter calms down enough to speak again. "I was talking about introducing Iroh and Bolin to each other. But, this wonderful information. So you're a closeted gay man?"

Noa glares for a second before a smirk grows onto his face. In one swift and silent movement, he pulls Korra over him, wraps the edges of the hammock around her back and flips them over. Before Korra can release a yelp of surprise, Noa is at her ear. "Still think I'm gay?" Fear of falling out keeps Korra pressed into his body in a more intimate way than she was comfortable with.

"Fine, fine. You win. Now will you get off of me?"

The demand comes out in a breathless whisper.

"It doesn't sound like you want me to get off, Kor." His voice had dropped into an almost threatening tone. His breath tickles her ear and seems to spread through out her entire body. Korra to shivers. In a whisper that he can barely hear, Korra says, "Noatak, stop."

She doesn't see it, but something in his eyes snaps into place. For a second he had forgotten who he was and had become someone completely different (or maybe not so different).

Trying to diffuse the tension, Noa laughs. He turns them around and sits up, trying to transform the air into something more familiar to them. In an attempt to switch the subject, he grabs the book that has ended up at his feet. "Avatars? Is your English teacher forcing you guys to read that ancient mythology stuff? Good luck."

"I like to read for fun, you know." Korra finds the pages she was on before and begins to read. A few minutes of comfortable silence go by when Korra gives a huff of frustration after being stuck on the same page.

"What is it now Kor?"

"It's this one part. I don't understand what it means. Here, lines 1267 through sixty eight."

Noa grabs the book and reads through the lines quickly.

He speaks, she screams.
The battle to end all battles.
The man had turned the she-warrior to clay
but she forgot the molding hands
in spit of her heart.

He hands the book back with a smile. That small section had caused his entire English class to fall into a very heated argument that had lasted an entire class. "They were in love."

Korra raises an eyebrow out of disbelief. "Where do you get that from? Wasn't the bad guy like twenty years older than the heroin?"

"They were definitely in love. If you go back and read, you will catch on to these little hints. It was all a power play in the beginning. They were trying to weaken the other but ended up in love."

Korra glares down at her book as if it had said something offensive.

"That doesn't seem fair. To either of them."

"Come on Kor, they were at war. All's fair in love and war, right? And it's just a book. It didn't really happen."

Korra looks up a Noa and there is a glimmer he doesn't usually see. "But, Noa, wouldn't it be cool if it were real? Imagine. Being able to control one of the elements. Or, what if you could be that one who could control all of them?"

Noa sits up with an exasperated sigh as if they had covered this topic more than once and she still was not understanding. "According to how those powers thing work in the book, not everyone has them. Don't you think it is unfair to those who don't get special powers and get to just watch? What about oppression? It happens in every society. My vote goes to everyone being just the same."

The word equal floats in the air, but neither wants to say it. The word seemed too dark for this light conversation.

"Okay, Mr. Mood-Killer, just for kicks, if you could control any of the elements, which would it be?"

Without a second's hesitation, he responds, "Water."

He waits for Korra to state her element. Her eyebrows have scrunched up in the middle and she has a pout plastered on her face. He reaches over to flick her on the forehead. "Stop doing that or you'll be getting wrinkles before you're twenty." She sticks her tongue out before answering. "I can't decide between any of them. They're all pretty awesome in their own way. I should just be The Avatar."

"Cheater!" Noa emphasizes his point with a light punch to her shoulder. "You only get to pick one."

In a crude attempt at Noa's graceful jump into the hammock, Korra stumbles out with all the grace of an elephant. She awkwardly lands in some sort of fight stance with a fist and the air and bellows, "I'm the Avatar and you gotta deal with it." Struggling to not trip over her flip flops, Korra runs back into her house, giggling and Noa just shakes his head. The Spirits should have mercy on him for dealing with this girl.