Hesitation and Secrets

*-Disclaimer & notes-: I do not own +Witch Hunter Robin+. If I did, Amon would be mine. All -mine-. Muaha!
This is my very first fanfic, and I haven\'t even seen the whole series, but I love it. If you can find it in your heart, be gentle with reviews, but negative and positive reviews are graciously welcomed, even tips if anyone has any. I honestly tried my best to capture how Robin and Amon really would act like if this was a show in the series, but I\'m a n00b, so forgive me if you think I suck. :(
Anyway, onto the fic.
AND!: *\'s mean thoughts, -\'s mean strong, bold, you know. Since APPARENTLY I can\'t get every HTML tag on this thingie. >=/ oh and ~\'s are notes. Like, there\'s a (1) in there somewhere.

-Chapter 1-: Sec Secret*

It was one of the only things that had ever really frightened Amon.
\"The dormant powers in me are beginning to wake, and I can\'t stop them..\" he mused softly to himself.
Robin lifted her crisp green eyes towards Amon at her left in the car. She tilted her head curiously, honey coloured hair falling to the side as she studied her partner. \"Amon..\"
Her soft voice washed over his being like a heavy surge of morphine. He glanced at her from the corners of his eyes, the dark onyx pools hid all emotion as he looked to her.
\"What is it, Robin?\" he mentally cursed the coldness and monotone of his voice when speaking to her. Relaxing her gaze she began to look ahead, it was beginning to get dark. Street lights were flickering on, illuminating the dark asphalt as the sky changed from pinks and purples to dark blues and blacks. \"I.. nothing, Amon. It\'s just that... you have been seemingly lost in your thoughts more regularly as of lately.\"
The concern in her voice eased the knot of fear in the pit of his stomach slightly, he studied her for a long moment before clutching the gear, pulling it back and pausing before starting the car. \"Amon..?\" came the soft whisper from Robin\'s lips. \"It\'s nothing,\" he shot right back darkly, turning the key in the ignition and ignoring her, yet something continued to nag at hea heart. Not only was he afraid of his now awakening powers, but of what his emotions concerning Robin where doing to him and his mind.

Amon slowed the car to a stop infront of the rickety, run-down apartment him and Robin had rented and had been staying in for the past day or two. Robin grabbed her grocery bag, the thin white plastic encircled her small hand as she opened the door with her free hand. Stepping out of the car, her heels softly clicking against the pavement, she closed the car door gently. She walked up the steps to her apartment door and waiter Amr Amon patiently as he followed her, fumbling in his pocket for the key then sliding it in the key-lock, twisting and pushing the door open. Robin gracefully walked in and set down her bag, kicking off her boots and walking only in her socks to the tiny bedroom. Amon took the key from the lock and watched Robin with careful eyes as she vanished from sight.

Since the SOLOMON H.Q had begun it\'s escapade to capture Robin and him, they had been fleeing from city to city, taking refuge in small apartments for only 5 or 6 days at a time, maybe less depending what Robin wanted, or what he himself thought was best. They both had to take part-time jobs, Robin usually baby-sitting and running errands for business owners, and Amon lied as low as possible, assembling guns at different shops, being a body-guard for a some singer or TV celebrity. He figured that was best to blend into the crowds. It was cramped, to say the least, neither made a large amount of money. At times, they would have to split up food and stay in cheap rents, most of which didn\'t have two beds in one apartment. At first, Amon had slept on the floor or in a chair. He had insisted on it when Robin had offered him to share the bed. After all, he may have been a very stoic and in-control male, but that was just it. He was male, and he had to come to terms with having male urges. Sleeping in the same bed with a beautiful woman that slept in the nude was out of the question. However, after a while, that had changed. Amon still insisted on not sleeping in the same bed as Robin, but on nights he particularly needed a very restful night\'s sleep, he would sleep in the same bed as her. And recently, his nightmare had been showing fragments of it\'s ugly face, his powers were beginning.. or trying to awaken, he was not sure which. He was afrof tof them, of himself, and of what might happen between him and Robin if they were to awaken. He had laid awake many nights, pondering the same question every time.
*Will things stay the same.. or will it only complicate things further for us...em> em>

Amon followed suit and took off his boots, setting them beside Robin\'s after slipping a few letters and a rolled up newspaper in a small rack on the back of the door. Robin had already made herself comfortable on the edge of the bed as he entered the tiny bedroom. Gazing out a window up at the threatening clouds and moon through the mesh of the screen, she looked over to him as she heard him step into the room. She offered him a smile and he turned away from her, \"I\'m going to take a shower.\" was the only thing he said before peeling off his coat and tossing it into a chair and heading to the bathroom. The door closed behind him with a soft click.
Robin sighed tiredly and regretfully.
*He has been acting so strange lately. I wish I knew what was bothering him.*
She folded her hands in her lap and looked down at them, twisting the fabric of her pilgrim\'s dress between her fingers. *I do not believe I have ever seen him act this way, maybe it\'s best I do not pursue the answer so much though. He will tell me eventually, I know. I\'m beginning to get worried through.*
Unwrapping the crimson ribbons from her locks and shaking out the honey coloured glistening hair, she was completely lost in her thoughts, her eyes glazed over as her mind raced with questions as worry ate at the pit of her stomach. Robin had known for sometime now that she had felt something for Amon, and it only continued to get stronger. Often, she would think about what the emotion was. *Do I feel admiration for him.. or is it something more?*
That very question always stuck at the back of her mind, affecting the way she reactowarowards his presence, his voice, his scent, his body, everything. Butterflies would develop in her stomach when he just looked at her, she felt naked under his eyes, all secrets, all feelings were open to him. He just needed to look harder. Shaking her head she let out a soft sigh. Her thoughts had trailed from what might be bothering him, to her feelings for him.
*No matter what I do, I\'ll never get him out of my mind.*

Hot water coated his naked body, soaked black wisps of hair clung to Amon\'s cheeks and neck as he let the hot rain of water caress his well built shoulders and chest. He let out a content sigh, letting the water and warm steam work it\'s magic on his knotted and tense muscles. He had been standing there for some time now, captured in his thoughts again. The H and C knobs creaked slightly as he turned them inward, cutting off the water. Amon pushed open the sliding style shower door and stepped out in a gush of thick steam. He whiped off the mirror and stared at his relfection angrily, hating himself for what he was.
*A -seed-. A fucking seed!* He growled as he was getting dressed.
*Why did it have to be me? Why? Now these damned powers are surfacing, and I can not control them any longer, surpressing them is difficult enough.*
Sighing annoyedly, he jerked a brush through his locks, smoothing out the tangles and excess water from them. He had already pulled on his black cargo pants and black undershirt during his thoughts and beganlingling on some socks.

Robin looked over at Amon as he emerged from the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Noticing a scowl etched into his lips, and brows drawn to, she looked at him questioningly. He just waved his hand and sat down in a chair close to the bed.
*She has let her hair down...*
He noticed and mentally smiled, finding her more stunning when the honey locks cascaded down her shoulders and framed her face. Clearing his throat, he leaned foward, resting his elbows on his spread knees and cradling his chin against the surface of his laced fingers.
\"We need to decide where we will be going next. Any suggestions? ... Robin?\" she was staring at him with searching eyes, he had never seen such a caring expression on her features when looking at him. He was stunned slightly and stared back as a frown crept onto Robin\'s pink lips. She broke the silence, \"Amon..\" she paused, \"... Let\'s not worry about it tonight.. We\'ll discuss it in the morning.. please, Amon?\"
He loved how his name rolled off her tongue and how softly she said it, he tightened his features and muscles to mask that simple pleasure, \"Why? It would be best if we planned it ton-..\" he silenced himself as Robin interrupted, \"Amon, please. Don\'t worry about it tonight. We deserve one night...\"
Amon frowned, but not out of being annoyed, but out of not knowing what was going on in Robin\'s mind, \"One night.. for what?\"
Robin averted her face from his cold, questioning stare, feeling uncomfortable under it. \"To relax peacefully, Amon. We do not need to worry about leaving tonight. We can discuss our plans tomorrow morning. Please, Amon..\" she looked back over to him, he noticed her eyes were pleading with his, bringing a soft \'hm,\' from his throat. \"Alright then. Tomorrow morning and no later, we need to leave this city in another day or so. We can\'t afford to stay in one place any longer than a week.\"
Robin smiled towards him, \"Thank you..\"
He waved his hand dismissivly and looked at the clock on the nightstand. \"11:00 pm.. We should sleep soon.\" Robin nodded, noticing slightly purplish contrasts under his eyes, colouring his pale, flawless skin. She began to ask the question asked every night about where Amon would sleep, but he had already gotten up and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling off his shirt and then glancing at Robin from over his shouldalrealready knowing what she was thinking. \"It is alright if I sleep in the bed tonight, mm?\" Robin was jarred from staring at his creamy pale skin, her mind being put in a semi-trance by his muscles rippling under his skin as he pulled his shirt off. Her cheeks coloured slightly, \"Oh, yes, of course. Let me get ready and we\'ll go ahead and rest for the night.\" she pulled her silken hair over her left shoulder and unzipped the back of her black dress. Robin stood and peeled off the velvety soft dress from her shoulders, letting it fall in a black puddle around her ankles. Picking it up, she rested it over a chair, next to Amon\'s leather trench coat and her own velvet crimson one that she had removed earlier.
Amon studied her form carefully, his eyes roaming from her hair, down her neck and shoulders, along the gentle mounds of her breasts, still encased in a bra. He frowned slightly and let his eyes follow down her stomach and over her softly flaring hips and thighs..
*I have seen her like this so many times before, why is it tonight that\'s affecting me more than usual?*
Robin pulled her arms out of the straps of her black silk bra and began fumbling with the clasp, trying to get it unsnapped but to no avail. A sigh escaped her lips as she sat down on the edge of the bed, glancing at Amon, catching him staring at her. \"Amon..?\" he snapped from his trance and mentally cursed, *Normally I\'m not so easily discovered looking at her. What in Hell\'s name is wrong with me tonight?* \"Sorry. I was just thinking. What is it, Robin?\" She pulled her hair back over her shoulder and gestured to her bra clasp. \"I apologize for asking you this, but I really can not get it unclasped. Do you mind?\" Amon felt his heart skip a beat, causing him to frown in embarassment and uncertainty. He growled silently and nodded, fingering the clasp and unhooking the twin hooks, causing the bra to fall softly around her elbows. Robin started to pull it the rest of the way off but Amon gently touched her elbows, his fingers threading through the straps, pushing it down her arms. He leaned his bare chest to her equally bare back as his fingers gently brushed against her palms just as the bra fell onto her thighs and slipped off them into the floor. Robin\'s breath caught in her throat as blood rushed to her cheeks, giving them a soft pink colour. She felt Amon\'s heart inc increase against her back and felt him give a sharp intake of breath. All around them time had stopped, it was just her and Amon in those few moments. ~(1)~ He retreated first, moving off her back and lieing down as if nothing had happened. They said nothing, they didn\'t even look at each other. Robin slipped her panties off and picked up her bra, resting them together beside her trench coat in the chair. Her breathing was silent. She tried to make no noise, aswell did Amon, whom of which had already rolled over on his side away from Robin. She crawled into the bed and under the covers, staying on the edge of mattress, not wanting to touch him. Amon had snapped the light off, but both were wide awake, Amon\'s tiredness vanishing and being replaced by restlessness. His thoughts raced and heart pounded.
Half an hour had passed and both were still uneasy. Amon pushed the covers off of his body and swung his legs over the side of the bed, pulling his boots over and slipping them on, buckling and lacing them. Robin sat up, pulling the blankets around her bare chest and looking to Amon through the dimly lit bedroom. \"Amon..? What are you doing?\" He finished lacing up his boots and stood, pulling his undershirt on. \"I\'m going out.\" Tugging his leather trench coat on, Robin shook her head, \"But.. Amon, it\'s raining outside and it\'s almost 1 a.m. Why are you leaving?\" he didn\'t say anything, he acted as if he didn\'t hear her at all. \"Amon! What is wrong? You have been acting so differently for days now, will you just sit here and -tell- me what it is that\'s bothering you?\" Amon seemed frozen by this, he looked over to her, it was very rare that she raised her voice like that. He clenched his now gloved fists, speaking through gritted teeth as to not show his uneasiness. \"Robin...\"



(1). Hahaha. You thought the Lemon would start there. Come on, do you really think Robin and Amon would immediately go at it? Patience my friend. Good things come to those who wait. ;)

*I\'m immediately working on Chaper Two. It should be up.. man, what is today? Well. Today\'s Friday. Well, no, 5:52 am. I\'d say it was Saturday. So it\'s.. *eyes Prince William callendar* the.. 24th? Enywanyway, I\'ll have the second chapter up this afternoon, I promise. :3