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By meris (balladhyper@hotmail.com)

There was a second thought; a delay and a moment�s
hesitation as Amon reached over to turn out the small
lamp that he kept next to his bed.
Almost vapidly his eyes slid over the contents of the sparsely decorated�almost
bare�room. It wasn�t that he was
suspicious that there was something or someone in the room that would interrupt
his sleep; no, it wasn�t that. Amon was more concerned about the things lurking in the
deep undershadows of his brain, the part he kept
sealed away and pushed under the surface during the day. In sleep, Amon�s
brain delighted in doing all the things it couldn�t during the day. It took special joy in delving into subjects
that would otherwise have been deemed completely forbidden. He knew this because routinely, two to three
times a week for the past several weeks, it had been happening in his
sleep. It seemed that as soon as he
entered the realm of the Sandman, he lost control of his brain completely. He turned out the light, settling into bed
with a feeling that he could only vaguely pinpoint as half-hope,
half-dread. What would make Amon�s sleep so disturbing would not come from the darkened
room around him.

It would come from his dreams.

The elevator. It was
only vaguely familiar to Amon; he�d only been inside
of it scant few times. What made this
elevator ride up to the fifth floor unique, however, was the sheer fact that he
was in it, and who was standing opposite of him in the car.

The elevator was the elevator that serviced the apartment
building that Touko lived in, and more recently Touko�s new roommate Robin.
The Craft-using STN-J member, Robin.
His partner, Robin. The fifteen
year-old-girlwoman, Robin.

Standing on the other side of the car from him, Robin.

He watched her.
Watched her with an intensity that he dared not to watch her with during
the day at work, around others, or when he knew anyone was looking. At the moment, not even the young girl
herself seemed to be aware of his heavy gaze burning into the side of her. She was busy rummaging in her deep pockets,
presumably to fiddle with her glasses.
He�d made her get the glasses, bought them for her; he considered it his
own fault that he considered her even more
appealing with them on.

The elevator ride seemed to be taking forever. Amon found it
remarkable that Robin had not yet become aware of his intense gaze. Instead, she looked from her pocket up to the
floor-indicator lights above the doors on the elevator. Amon, on impulse,
looked up to them as well. How was it
that they were only on the first floor?

He resigned himself to placing his hands in the pockets of
his long overcoat and trying not to let his gaze linger too long on the girl
opposite him. It became somewhat
difficult, if not impossible, when she crossed her arms over her thin torso and
inhaled deeply, presumably out of frustration as to how long the elevator was
taking. Her breasts swelled against the
restriction of the black fabric of her dress, and then fell inwards again with
her exhaling motion, still pushed upwards slightly by the position of her
crossed arms.

It did not seem right to Amon that
he should not be able to tear his stare away from Robin�s body�nor did it seem
right to him that she should remain completely oblivious of his wandering
gaze. Of course, at that moment, Fate
chose to frown upon him by making Robin turn slightly to look over and up at
him. He managed to avert his eyes to her
face level quickly�before, he thought, she realized where he�d been gaping.

�Did Touko say when she would be
home?� Robin asked him in her quiet way, as if she were in a museum and not an
elevator. Amon�s
brow wrinkled, then he heard himself say:

�She did not.
Naturally, I would assume sometime tomorrow�most trains have stopped
running for the evening.� That was
right, he was sure. Touko
was out of town, wasn�t she? She had to be.

�Oh,� Robin murmured, inhaling and exhaling deeply
again. Bits of her hair fluttered in the
displaced air around her face. �I can�t
believe I forgot my key today of all days,� she continued a moment later. Amon�s brow
wrinkled once again, but the right words seemed to find their way to his lips
yet again.

�Touko had given me a copy just in
case something like this happened,� he said, and sure enough, he felt the extra
key on the key ring in the deep pocket of his coat. Had it always been there, or had Touko just given that to him? �She was afraid you might forget since she�s
always home when you come home.�

�Or she always leaves the door unlocked,� Robin added. �It�s good to be getting home. It�s late and I�m tired.� As if on cue, a mighty yawn escaped Robin�s
mouth, and she stretched her arms upward, her lithe body stretching up and
slightly outwards like a cat, her skin straining against the confines of the
thick black material of her dress.

The next thing that was registering in Amon�s
mind was that he�d crossed the minimal amount of space between himself and
Robin, and wrapped his arms around her almost insubstantial frame, snaking
under the heavy fabric of her STN-J coat.
Every inch of her long torso was currently crushed against his own, and
a noise very much akin to a squeak had just escaped her lips, which had dropped
open in shock. The opportunity, to Amon�s suddenly fevered mind, was just too perfect to pass
up. He freed one hand and reached up,
tilting her mouth closed by putting a finger on her chin, and leaned down to
press his lips against hers purposefully.
Her body seemed to stiffen into a board then turn into a piece of wet
spaghetti a moment later in Amon�s arms. He stood there like that for a long moment,
his lips pressed firmly but chastely against Robin�s, and then he drew back and
took in her startled face.

�Amon, you�� she began quickly,
shaken. Amon
wasn�t certain, but he thought that perhaps he�d just felt a slight tremor run
through her body. He shushed her by
placing his gloved thumb over hips,ips, staring down into her wide,
explanation-defying green eyes.

�Robin,� he said, quietly but with resolve, �I am going to
kiss you again.� A part of his brain
could scarcely believe the words that were coming out of his mouth or what was
transpiring before his eyes. The
majority of his brain could not believe the incredible feeling of Robin�s body
held firmly against his own, the feeling of her full, pouty
lower lip under his thumb�gloved as it was.

Her response to him was to blink, as if in disbelief. There�again�he had felt it. A tremble, more
prolonged than the first, had run through Robin. She, however, made no motions of struggle or
attempts to get away from him. Amon suspected that, if anything, she was more shocked than
frightened. His behaviour
was shocking to even him.

�Don�t be afraid,� he breathed against her mouth, as he
slipped his thumb away. For a moment he
hung there, feeling their breath mingle in a humid puff�Robin�s lips had
cracked open ever so slightly�and then he kissed her again, this time, with a
bit more intensity.

Her body underwent the same rigid-board-to-spaghetti trick,
and Amon facilitated the kiss by placing his hand
along Robin�s jawline and her neck, tilting her up
further towards him and hugging her tighter.
Amon�s tongue slipped into Robin�s mouth and
in response she seemed to freeze against him.
He�d more than half expected that response out of her, positive that
just a moment ago had been the first time the lips of a member of the opposite
sex had ever touched her own. Seeking
out her tongue, he ran his own against it gently, hoping to entice her to begin
exploring of her own power. Finally,
tentatively, Amon felt the tip of Robin�s tongue just
barely flick against his own, then once more.
He slid his own back a bit and almost immediately felt Robin�s teeth
knock gently against his own as she awkwardly but earnestly sought to prolong
the kiss.

As with most first kissers, Robin had not yet determined the
amount of saliva one was to use when kissing another, and Amon
drew back, leaving a breathless Robin and a small strand of saliva connecting
their lips. It didn�t bother him in the
least; in some strange way, he found it arousing. He wiped it away from her lips softly and
leaned back further to fully take in her face.
Having the attention of his eyes focused so suddenly upon her, the young
girl in his arms immediately flushed a hot red colour
and turned her head down in embarrassment.
Her eyes seemed riveted to a point on the floor next to her shoes.

�I�m sorry,� she murmured in a voice that was almost too
quiet to hear. �That must have been
terrible��

Amon responded by angling her face
up towards his own again and fastening his mouth over her own hungrily, his
tongue delving deep into the warm wetness of Robin�s surprised mouth. As before, she responded with the enthusiasm
of a beginner, delightedly tilting her head up higher of her own accord in an
attempt to connect more fully with Amon. As Amon broke the
kiss this time, he caught her lower lip between his teeth carefully and gave it
a slight tug, causing Robin to produce a soft, incredibly arousing breathy
noise. Her body seemed to sag lightly
against his, suggesting that perhaps she may have been feeling a bit weak in
the knees. This time, when he looked
down at her, she did not avert her eyes but still took on the hot red colour high in her cheeks.

The elevator doors opened, after what seemed like an
eternity. This did cause Robin to look
away, out into the abandoned hallway.
The new development seemed to cause her to become a bit confused, and
she pulled away slightly, murmuring a quiet �um� noise as she stared out into
the hallway. Amon
looked out into the hallway as well, never relinquishing his hold on her.

It felt too good.

He was not content to let it end there in the elevator.

His hands trailed around her small waist as he began to exit
the elevator, grabbing one of her hands and pulling her with him. No protest came to her lips as Amon�s other hand jammed into his pocket, feeling for the
spare key. The pair stopped abruptly
outside the door to Touko and Robin�s shared apartment
as Amon jerkily unlocked the door, ushering Robin in
the opened door ahead of him.

Once inside, he closed it behind him with what felt like an
air of finality. That was it. There was no turning back. There was no mistaking what he meant to do
once he had closed the door, once he was inside the apartment�with a very
flustered and bewildered-looking Robin, to boot. She held his intense gaze in the
semi-darkness for a moment and then bent to begin taking off her boots, as if
she�d suddenly remembered that she had hands and they were meant to take off
shoes ent entering a home. He watched
her for a moment as she worked at the shoes, watching her normally deft fingers
tremble slightly and what small light there was glint off her maize hair.

�It�d be better to do it quickly,� he breathed, looking down
at her. God help him, he couldn�t help
but feel aroused and in a way, somewhat proud.
She was going to be his. He was taking something from her that would
forever belong to him, something that would forevonneonnect them. �It will prevent the pain from being
prolonged, if I don�t try to do it slowly.�

Robin bit her lip, looking up at him. She nodded slowly, after a moment. ��Okay.
But�give me warning, alright? I
want to be�prepared.�

Amon nodded, leaning down to kiss
the tip of her nose. He left his lips to
rest there and nodded again. �Alright,�
he murmured against her skin, feeling her suddenly tighten constrictively
against him, all the les les in towerower half of her body tightening in
anticipation of the act. That was almost
enough to make Amon jerk forward compulsively and do
it right then and there, but he stopped himself before he could do it. If he�d done something like that, he would
have never forgiven himself�he was quite sure Robin never would have,
either.
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�I�m going to count to three,� he murmured, lips still
against her nose. Her lower body
remained completely rigid, the pressure luring him to thrust inside. �One,� he said, drawing out of her a
bit. �Two,�; he braced himself better on
his hands, and looked down at her, staring heavily until he had sufficiently
captured her wide-eyed gaze in return.
His cross swung back and forth weightily in the space between them;
off-handedly, Amon wished he�d had the presence of
mind the remove the blasted thing. There
was a moment of silence.

�Three.� He thrust
down into her then, feeling the pop, feeling his entire length suddenly
surrounded by her hot, unbelievable tightness, having to flatten his lips into
a tight line to avoid groaning out loud with the pleasure of it as he stared
intensely down into her eyes. Robin�s
mouth had fallen open, her eyes staring up at him unblinkingly. Her nails had dug into the biceps of his pale
arms, and suddenhe she surface of her green eyes began to shift in the light,
like the surface of a pond. Tears
brimmed over her lower lashes and ran unchecked from the sides of her eyes; Amon was suddenly overcome with a feeling he could only describe
vaguely as panic. He was torn between
the most acute pleasure he�d ever felt in his life and the insufferable pain of
watching Robin in agony. Quickly he
wrapped an arm around her thin body, holding her tightly to him to make sure
she stayed put and became accustomed to the feeling of his length inside her,
and rolled them onto their sides, squeezing her against him and rocking her
slightly, the best he could. He could
feel her tears continue to roll down her cheeks, onto his arm, onto the pillow.

�Robin.Don�t
cry. Please
don�t cry.� Amon
couldn�t quite put into words how much of a monster he felt like at the
moment. Robin sniffled quietly against
his chest, hery sty still impaled by Amon, her legs
slung around his body. He pressed his face
into her hair, unable to get the sight of Robin�s look of sheer pain out of his
mind. He continued to rock her gently. � I won�t move until you tell me to. Robin, I didn�t want to hurt you. I didn�t mean to. Please don�t cry�it�s going to be alright, I
promise.� His words seemed like cheap
consolation to him. Jesus Christ!
What was he doing there, getting ready to fuck a fifteen year-old girl,
taking her virginity from her? Berate
himself as he might, and have the trauma of the image of Robin�s tears burned
into his mind, he could not shake his feelings of fevered lust for the girl in
his arms. Amon
did not consider himself to be a very good or righteous man, he just considered
himself to be a smart and capable one.
There was lots of dirt on his hands already, and he was pretty sure that
if there was a heaven and hell that he�d be going to the slightly warmer of the
two. Never before, though, had a matter
plagued his mind like the matter of Robin had.
He was, whether or not he always showed it or sometimes even admitted it
to himself, wholly concerned with Robin�s welfare�and despite the fact that he
could not shake the fact that he�d felt as if he�d just royally fucked up in a really fucked up way, he could not shake the
feeling of his conviction that he�d done the right thing, and his own
happiness.

After what was probably a full minute and a half, Robin
ceased to sniffle, and Amon wiped at her cheeks with
his large fingers, hoping that her pain had started to subside. She looked up at him, her dull-golden hair
obscuring her face partially. Her eyes
still twinkled with the remnants of her recently shed tears. �I think,� she whispered in an uneven tone,
�that it�s going away a little.�

�Good,� Amon murmured in reply,
acutely aware of the fact that he was still as hard as the moment he had
entered her. Robin tittered.

�Open your eyes and look at me.�

The force of their lines of sight connecting suddenly was
almost enough to make Amon stop dead in his
tracks. If her eyes had ever seemed to
burn into him before, it was nothing compared to how they did so at that moment
in time. It felt as if she was laying an
entire house upon him by way of her eyes, sucs ths the force and weight of her
gaze. He saw so many things plainly in
Robin�s eyes; among them trust, desire, hope, but above all, love. It was there in her eyes, as if it was
offered up to him as some sort of sacrifice.
For his own part, Amon looked down at Robin
like a man gone mad, then impulsively crushed his mouth against her own,
feeling her open and yield to his desperate exploration. Amon felt like he
wanted to everywhere and all over her at once, the more of her he took and
touched the more he wanted. It was a
sort of delicious insanity, something he�d never experienced before. No one had ever had that affect on him except
for the girl beneath him, the girl he was buried in, the girl whose mouth he
was tasting.

The kiss ended abruptly when he yanked his mouth awayddenddenly, only to grab onto Robin roughly and roll over. The action happened so quickly that when it
had been completed and ended with Amon lying on his
back gripping Robin�s small hips tightly, the girl on top looked more than just
a little shocked. Amon�s
response to her shock to to lift her off of him slightly with ease and then
thrust up into her with such pointed force that a small shriek issued from
Robin�s already open mouth.

�Did that hurt?� he asked her, his voice sounding hoarse and
his breathing laboured. Robin was turning a bright red colour, more than likely at the new position and her
outburst, and shook her head quickly. Her
comfort ascertained, he proceeded to use his hold on her hips to pound upward
into her, noting with satisfaction that her squeaks and whimpers had turned
into open-mouthed moans and sharp, high pitched noises.

Amon couldhelphelp but watch her
atop him with complete amazement and almost all-consuming lust; the way her
slightly ruffled hair hung down around her neck and shoulders, the way her
teeth bit into her sensuous lower lip, the way her breasts bounced with every
stroke, the way her body arched towards him as her hands found their way behind
her to his to to suppher her and give her balance. As before, Robin, eager to meet and move in
rhythm, sta started to shift her hips accordingly with the thrusts, making the
sensation all that more amazing. Amon hadn�t even noticed that their lovemaking had reached
a desperate, frenzied pace until he shook himself out of his trance enough to
realize that Robin was, in fact, shrieking with pleasure. Never before had he even heard her voice
reach such a volume, such a passion�and suddenly a great, halting, shuddering
gasp escaped her slim body, and she leaned forwards and laid out on Amon, crying and moaning in such a manner that it sounded
as if she were about to have some sort of breakdown. At that same moment the walls of her vagina
constricted and pulled on Amon so forcefully that a
rather startled noise escaped his own mouth as well, even as he held tightly to
Robi she she heaved against him, sent off the edge into her orgasm. Her body squirmed against his, her breasts
crushed against his chest, her mouth near his ear as she struggled for breath,
whimpering, the feeling of her sex constricting and twitching around his
cock�all of these things led to the complete loss of Amon�s
self control.

He rolled them again so that he was once again atop her, and
before the throes of Robin�s orgasm had even subsided fully, he began to move
into her with a force that he hadn�t used before, sliding again and again into
the welcoming, convulsive tightness that was Robin. He hooked one of her slim legs with his arm
and held it upwards, allowing him fuller access at her, loosing a feral growl
without even realizing he had done it.

Without warning�at least, it seemed to him�he came, the
relief and sensation of it enough to make his breath catch in his throat,
causing him to produce a strange choked noise.
His head dropped down ontbin�bin�s shoulder, and her arms wrapped around
him gently, weakly; he was shuddering, it felt like his very life was emptying
out into her warm passages, and it felt wonderful. Finally his own convulsions passed, and he
pulled out of Robin�a bit reluctantly�and dropped to her side, immediately
enfolding her into his arms, his chin resting atop her head, breathing
heavily. Her fingers traisoftsoftly over
the place in his throat where his pulse pounded, her long nails whispering
across the skin ever so slightly, enough to make him shudder again and raise
slight gooseflesh.

He wondered, idly, if he�d ever been as content in his whole
life. He lacked the facilities to be
able to vociferate such a large, thought-out statement at the moment, however,
so instead settled for making a low, pleased hum deep in his throat. After laying there thusly entangled for quite
some time, both regained their normal breathing patterns, and their hearts once
again resumed to beat at a normal pace. Amon felt Robin�s skin return to a normal, cooler
temperature beneath his hands, and knew then that it must have been that when
the girl herself became excited or exerted, her Craft did the same.

He drew his head back from Robin�s, and looked down at
her. She looked up at him, sensing his
gaze, and their eyes found each other�s.
A small smile graced her lips, and it grew bit by bit until she was
smiling widely at him, her face and eyes lighting with the glow the smile lent
them.

It was a beautiful sight.
But oddly enough, Amon couldn�t help but feel
that something was not right.

Eyes flying open, his hands gripped the sheets around him
with such power it was a miracle that they didn�t tear. Darkness pressed in all around him
overpoweringly, threatening to suffocate him; it seemed he couldn�t draw enough
air into his lungs. His hands released
the sheets and ran almost desperately over the bed on either side of him,
searching the dark expanses for a small, warm, soft body.
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