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Sunshine	By : clairejones Category: +S to Z > Witch Hunter Robin Views: 4848 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Witch Hunter Robin, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Sunshine
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The following story is based on the series WHR owned by Sunrise and Bandai and I make absolutely no money off of it, otherwise I would have published it someplace other than AFF.Net.

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I'm just trying out some different styles and whatnot, mostly getting used to writing in general and smut specifically. Don't expect any serious serial works to show up on AFF, though. I still need to finish The Dark(er) Half, as well as work out the kinks in this monster WHR fanfic that I have spent the past few months writing. Oh yeah, I also started another WHR smut piece a bit ago that I am concerned might be a little much. Special thanks goes to my beta reader, Mary.

If I happen to write another story like Sunshine and Tempest, I should start a line of WHR fanfics entitled The Deflowering Chronicles. I guess I enjoy thinking of all the ways Robin can wear Amon down.

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From the darkness, a gloved hand reached out to silently grasp the doorknob of the front entryway. The figure paused before cautiously opening the door to the flat. He didn't want to alert the occupant to his presence; the hour was late and she undoubtedly had fallen asleep several hours ago. Making his way into the dimly lit apartment, the man first deposited his gloves and shoes in the small front closet before turning to face the room. He peered through the darkness to find the girl - no, she was a woman now, his mind reminded - fast asleep upon the couch.

Amon strode to where Robin lay, taking care not to disturb her slumber lest she wake and find him standing over her. With no one around to cast objections to his behaviour, the man's face softened as he gazed upon his young ward's sleeping form. By the looks of things, Robin had once again attempted to remain awake for his return. She lay fully dressed with her head nestled in the crook of her elbow, her arm resting comfortably upon the arm of the couch. She had drawn up to the fetal position; the body's unconscious desire to remain sheltered from the chilly air of the room. Amon's hand reflexively clenched as he fought the urge to reach out and stroke her hair. It had grown a substantial length over the past couple years, now softly flowing over Robin's shoulder and mid-way down her back. His eyes shifted to take in her typical daytime outfit. It amused Amon that the weather seemed to matter little to Robin in this regard. Whatever the season, she continued to wear long-sleeved sweaters and near floor length skirts. At least she no longer insisted on that excessive and bulky gothic layered dress that she had worn during her time in Japan. If Amon ever came to terms with his feelings for his young ward - and that seemed highly unlikely at this point - he would readily admit that he found her alluring in those snug sweaters and form fitting skirts. Her style of dress accentuated her modest curves and created an elongated figure that Amon's eyes couldn't help but notice.

He continued to stand there, watching her, knowing he was crossing the fine and very confusing line of proper guardian behavior. But much of his confusion on the matter was due to the growing awareness that Robin no longer needed his assistance. Hell, the only reason he was her "guardian" in the first place was to keep her alive. Though Robin had lived on her own for some time before fleeing, Amon had doubted that she could last long in hiding from Solomon without help from someone like him. However, when Amon was honest with himself, which admittedly was rare, he knew that he had chosen to become Robin's guardian so he wouldn't lose her.

With a start, Amon came back to himself and glanced to his watch. He found that he had been watching Robin sleep for over half an hour. It was a relief that the girl - woman - was a moderate sleeper. Memories of his night away from Robin flooded back and fatigue stole over him. Amon moved forward to gently place the coat still in his hand over Robin's body. She instinctively drew the article around her with delicate fingers and shifted in her sleep. Amon shut off the main room's light and turned to make his way to his bedroom. Before he fully closed the door, Amon lifted his eyes to take one last glance at Robin.

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The sky which greeted Amon later that day when he finally roused was grey and cloudy, perfectly complimenting his mood. He groaned as he reached for his mobile phone to check the time, fearful of how much of the new day had already passed. Seeing it was nearly noon, Amon groaned again as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of his bed. Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees and placed his head in his hands. There were too many days like this lately. Too many days when he had to leave the flat he shared with his ward out of fear he would do something inappropriate. The urges were growing stronger and coming closer together. They had lived together far too long. While the attraction between them would have been inevitable under any circumstances, it didn't change the fact that Amon had possessed feelings for Robin long before the Factory incident.

Robin. His mind automatically shifted to his ward - something else that had become far too common as of late. Amon knew that Robin had reciprocal feelings for him; she could hardly keep from him anything so obvious as her emotions. Knowing this made it more difficult for Amon to comprehend why he continued to keep himself from her. She's too young. It was the same refrain his mind supplied every time. Part of Amon wondered if it was even a legitimate concern anymore. You're too old. Of course he was. There was something about a twenty-eight year old man with an eighteen-year-old female that just seemed wrong to his sentimentalities. Robin may have now been an adult, but just barely; Amon could not in good conscience start a relationship with someone so young. But his hesitation went far beyond mere age gaps. Did he really think he was deserving of being the first man in Robin's life? She needed someone better. Someone who could give her the love and support she warranted. Someone who wasn't so jaded, guarded or aloof. In other words, a man who wasn't the prick he usually acted.

It had been two over years since they had fled the factory and left their life in Japan a distant memory. Two grueling years. Amon was actually rather impressed that he had held himself back during this time. There were far too many instances when he had nearly thrown caution to the wind and taken Robin as his own. Always at the last second though, Amon had managed to tame his desires and instead fled their small apartment. How could he with a clean conscience seek a relationship with Robin when he had wanted her since she was a mere child? Well, she hadn't been a child, but damn close. Much to close for Amon's liking. Screw societal standards, he could never shake off the feeling that his desires toward his young ward were predatory.

The situation certainly wasn't helped by Amon staring at Robin every chance he could. Disturbingly, he had discovered that his nightly voyeuristic behavior was quickly becoming a pattern. Or maybe obsession was a more accurate word. Wasn't that how one referred to the ceaseless watching of an unsuspecting sleeping young female adult? Hmm, perhaps that was more akin to stalking. Amon sighed. What made his situation worse was that Amon knew Robin had become aware of his staring. Perhaps not while she slept, but Robin was catching his looks far too often. When Robin was the young girl the STN-J had assigned him, Amon could easily observe her knowing that she was oblivious to his covert actions. And he had quite often. Now it seemed that Amon had lost his edge, growing soft in his days of retirement - or so he speculated. Even a mere six months earlier, Amon could have watched her without fear of discovery, but no longer.

Realizing he wasn't going to work out the conundrum any time soon, Amon quickly pulled an undershirt over his head and headed for the kitchen to fix himself a light breakfast. He found Robin sitting at the small table in the kitchen reading a book. Amon ignored the curious but cautious look she gave him as he passed by to open the refrigerator. He knew he had caused her to be concerned over his recent erratic behavior and hated himself for making her worry.

"Did you sleep well, Amon?" a timid voice asked from behind.

"It was fine."

"You were..." Amon glanced towards Robin from the corner of his eye as she trailed off, apparently still no braver to broach the verboten topic of his late night excursions. "Thank you covering me with your coat. I always forget how cold it can get at night." She gave an unconvincing little laugh. "I guess I fell asleep again while reading."

"It was nothing." Having decided on his food choices, Amon replaced the refrigerator door and moved to sit down at the opposite chair at the kitchen table. "You shouldn't wait up for me."

Focusing on his plate of food, the former hunter missed the disappointment spread over her face.

Robin looked down at the table. "You shouldn't stay out so late."

For a moment, Amon couldn't believe Robin had actually confronted him about his late night antics. A glance at her resolute face confirmed she had.

"It's too dangerous for you to stay out like you do," she continued. "I can at least protect myself. You have little recourse if Solomon's agents attack you."

Amon's eyes narrowed as gave her a hard glare. Robin ignored it. An irritating small voice in Amon's head reminded that not too long ago, she would have easily caved under such a look.

"I can adequately defend myself," Amon brusquely responded. "Regardless, I do carry a weapon. How do you expect me to protect you if you find me unable to take care of myself?" The moment the question was out of his mouth, he regretted his choice of words.

Robin said nothing, her hand upon the book lying face down on the table, giving him a look full of condescension. Of course she didn't expect him to protect her. Robin was infinitely more powerful than Amon could ever hope to be. His role was to take care of her essential needs and attempt to stop her if she ever succumbed to her power. Distractedly, he wondered why exactly he had fallen for the girl - woman - considered the most powerful witch in existence. He jerked back to the present and focused on her green eyes. Robin still made no move to answer his question, deeming silence a sufficient response.

"I'll be fine," Amon replied tersely. His face suddenly clouded a bit more. "What are you wearing? Is that perfume?"

"Um, y-yes," Robin answered, clearly taken aback. "Do you mind?"

"No." Finished with his meager breakfast, Amon stood up and deposited his plate in the sink. "You can do whatever you wish."

Glancing back to Robin, he found her staring straight ahead with a frown on her face. She was obviously puzzled by his odd, less than friendly behavior. Amon didn't blame her; he himself hardly knew why he acted as he did. Amon suppressed a grimace and strode from the room. He entered his bedroom and leaned back against the door. Good going, his mind chided. You've been awake less than half an hour and you've already screwed up with Robin. Attempting to distract himself, Amon sat down at his desk and opened his laptop.

No sooner had he become engrossed in his computer did Amon hear Robin softly open the door to his room. Without turning around, he felt her cautiously approach and sit gently on the edge his bed. Robin on his bed. That was too tantalizing a thought for Amon's already frazzled brain. It was almost as bad if she was in his bed - though not quite. His fingers stilled on the keyboard.

"Yes?"

Amon heard her shift on the bed. "Um, what are doing on the computer?"

"That's not why you came in here."

More shifting. "I, um, don't want you to be angry with me."

Amon turned to find Robin staring glumly at the hands resting in her lap and softened despite himself. "I'm not angry with you."

Robin's eyes traveled to Amon's face, giving him a hopeful look. "Really?"

"Yes."

Her gaze shifted back to her hands. "I...meant what I said in the kitchen."

Amon turned back to his computer. "I know you did."

"Wh-where do you go at night?"

He didn't answer her, choosing instead to stare at the monitor of his laptop. Amon heard Robin softly rise from the bed and creep forward to his side, gently placing a small hand on his upper arm. Amon tried like hell to ignore the touch but found himself failing miserably.

"Why do you leave?"

The hurt in Robin's voice was painfully obvious to his ears. Once more, Amon's hands paused on the keyboard. "It doesn't have anything to do with you."

"Oh?" she replied, clearly unconvinced.

"No."

Removing her hand, Robin moved a step back. "Would you like to take a walk?"

"Maybe a little later."

"Alright."

Amon waited until he heard the door to his bedroom close before dropping his head to the desk. He couldn't continue this way with Robin; she didn't deserve his constant cold shoulder. But being kinder to Robin meant letting himself get closer to her, and Amon knew that would be the key to opening Pandora's Box.

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Amon stared up at the ceiling above his bed, once again contemplating if he should go for a late night walk. The rest of the day with Robin had been horribly awkward, with both on eggshells around the other. It certainly didn't help that Amon was not known for his good communication or emotional openness. While Touko had loved him all those years ago, she had also realized that Amon wasn't capable of a true relationship. Or maybe it had simply been that he was incapable of committing to Touko. Amon suppressed a shudder. God knew what she thought of the attraction between Amon and his underage obsession.

Rolling over, Amon stared through the small window across the room. Why did Robin insist on clinging to him in much the same manner Touko had? He hurt Robin earlier that afternoon with his cold behavior and colder words. She had known full well that she was the reason behind his nightly excursions. Robin had proceeded to spend the rest of the day avoiding him, even taking pains not to look directly at him, lest merely gazing upon Amon would cause the man to flee their shared apartment. And of course, in typical Amon fashion, he had done nothing to ease her pain. Not with words, gestures or even a small smile. God, he was horrible. But Amon was reminded of the danger consoling her would bring: Robin would be stripped and lying atop any available horizontal surface within one minute. Worse yet, Amon had the vague impression that Robin wouldn't mind one bit.

Gradually, as the moon slipped lower in the sky, fatigue stole over Amon and eased his trouble mind with sleep. At least temporarily.

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A sudden sound nearby and small hands reaching out jerked Amon awake. Instinctively, his body tensed, heart pounding in response to the adrenaline coursing through his system after being caught in a vulnerable state. Amon could barely make out Robin's shaking form kneeling before him in the darkness. The only feature he could clearly discern were her wide captivating green eyes staring back with a naked, plaintive look. Reaching out, Amon firmly grasped her small shoulders in his large hands.

"What's wrong, Robin?"

"I...I had a nightmare."

"Like the others?"

"Yes." Robin grasped his shirt with her trembling hands. "It's been so long since I've had one."

Amon noticeably flinched as Robin, fully expecting his comfort, leaned towards his chest. She looked up in surprise, searching his cold steel eyes.

"What is it, Amon?"

"You're too old to come running to me every time you have a nightmare. And it's highly inappropriate for you to be with me at this time of night." Especially sitting in my bed dressed in your adorable little pajamas. There it was. Robin was finally in Amon's bed - and with Amon in it too, no less.

Robin sat in shocked silence, tears collecting in her eyes. Seeing Amon had no intention to retract his words, she slowly backed off of his bed and stood up. Amon didn't stop her as she fled from his room, feet thudding on the carpet of the hallway. He listened to the door slam and the subsequent sounds of her sobs shortly thereafter. Damn it, damn it, damn it, his mind raged. What the hell was wrong with him? Robin had had another nightmare for God's sake. A nightmare in which the sole person in Robin's life (that would be Amon, biggest dick in the world) was horribly tortured and killed by Solomon agents before her very eyes. It was the near identical dream every time and never ceased to tear Robin's soul to pieces. And what had Amon done when Robin needed him most? Why, he had kicked her out, of course!

Amon frowned as he looked down the hallway in the direction of Robin's bedroom, the sound of her tears still painfully audible. Resignedly, he left his bed and headed towards the closed door that had become the physical manifestation of the wall between them. Amon lifted his fist and gave a few light pounds. At the sudden sound, the crying ceased.

"Yes?" a hesitant voice called out.

"Can I come in?"

A pause. "No."

Amon contemplated his choices. He could either leave and let her spend the rest of the night in even more anguish from his dickish behaviour - which, while not the best course of action, was indeed the most proper - or he could cross yet another line and simply enter her room against his wishes in an attempt to remedy the mess he'd created. Amon chose the latter.

Still standing in the middle of her darkened room, Robin angrily spun towards Amon and gave him an unusually harsh glare. "What are you doing?" she shot at him. "Isn't it inappropriate to barge into your young ward's bedroom late at night when she told you not to enter?"

Folding his arms across his chest, Amon leaned against the doorframe. "You're unusually insolent tonight."

Robin turned her back to him. "I had a bad day," she muttered.

Amon regarded her a moment, eyes disobediently roving over her figure. "I know."

Moving her head slightly, Robin looked at Amon from the corner of her eye. "What did you want?"

Pushing away from the doorframe, Amon cautiously stepped closer to where Robin stood. "I wanted to make sure you were alright."

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not."

Robin turned to fully face Amon. "You're right. I'm not."

Filled with dread and trepidation, Amon walked to where Robin stood and enveloped her in his arms. She tensed initially, then with a relieved sigh, settled comfortably against his chest. They stood motionless in the darkness, surrounded by pleasant silence.

"It is because of you."

"Wh-what?" Robin sputtered, startled by the sudden remark slicing through the stillness.

"The reason I leave at night. It's because of you."

Amon felt her hands grip his shirt tightly. "Why?" she asked into his chest, sounding hurt and fearful.

"I don't think I can be around you for much longer."

The silence that followed was almost deafening to Amon.

"Robin," he hesitated, trying to choose his words carefully, yet knowing whatever he said would be painful to her young heart. "If I stay with you, we're bound to do something we'll both regret."

"L-like what?"

Like what? Oh, let me pull out my list of things I want to do to you, devushka*. "You know exactly what I mean."

She said nothing, chastised at his words.

"I'm sorry, Robin," Amon said gently, releasing her from his embrace. He retreated to his bedroom without a backward glance and began to toss on clothing suitable for a late night stroll. Once dressed, Amon headed for the hall closet to retrieve his shoes and coat. He had almost tasted the sweet air of freedom - was this honestly how he thought of his running from Robin? - when he heard the dull thud of bare feet on carpet from behind.

"Don't leave," she whispered in a gut-wrenching and pleading voice.

Amon paused, his hand on the knob, not daring to look at the girl standing behind him. "I need to," he replied softly.

Before Amon could stop her, Robin rushed forward and threw her arms around his body, hugging him awkwardly to her chest. "I don't want you to go."

"It's best this way," Amon answered stiffly, but made no move to extract himself from Robin's clumsy embrace.

"Why?" Robin's nails dug into his flesh as she gripped his arms tightly. She burrowed her face in Amon's back, fighting back tears. "I-I don't understand why you're doing this to me."

Amon brought his hands up Robin's, gently removing them from his arms and turned to her. It was nearly impossible to deny her when she stood in front of him with a face that was so full of hurt, fear and confusion. "I'm not doing this to you. I'm doing what's best for the both of us." Amon quickly continued when he saw her about to protest. "I am supposed to protect you, regardless of if you think I am capable of such a thing."

Robin looked solemnly at the man before her, a wistful look upon her small face. "I know what you think your role is, but I'm positive there's more to it than that - and there's something I must say."

Amon's eyes widened. "Robin, stop," he commanded fiercely.

The girl - woman - paid no heed to his frantic words. "Amon," she began bravely. "I love you."

Her words hung in the air. The oppressive silence stretched out as Robin patiently waited for a response.

"I'm sorry," Amon began coldly. "You're young and you'll get over it."

The shocked look Robin gave nearly ripped out what little remained of Amon's heart. But her shock didn't last long, quickly transforming into anger. She clenched the hands by her side as tears flooded her eyes. "Y-you, y-you...bastard!"

As Amon's eyes shot to her face in undisguised surprise, Robin gasped and covered her mouth with a small hand. After the initial shock of her outburst faded, however, she seemed to gather a little more courage. Her hand fell from her mouth and a look of anger once more came over her face. "H-how dare you say something so cruel to me after I poured my heart out to you. What is wrong with you?"

Instead of answering - and God knew what Amon would have come up with for an explanation - he spun on his heel and reached for the door. Amon wanted nothing more than to leave Robin with her crying and anger behind and walk the night off. Perhaps he'd even get a shot of whiskey or rum while he was out. Maybe more than a shot of rum. Maybe a whole hell of a lot of rum. But as Amon stood with his hand on the doorknob, he discovered that he couldn't leave. This was the one night in which walking away would mean irrevocably pulverizing everything the two of them had built over the past couple of years. By leaving her in this state, Amon would be guilty of abandoning her. He couldn't do that to the woman he loved. Not tonight. His hand slid off the door and fell limply to his side.

"Do you have any idea of the guilt I possess from my feelings for you?" Amon asked lowly. "Do you even understand the severity of our situation?" He continued when he didn't receive an answer. "Society doesn't think anything strange when someone your age is interested in an older man. It's acceptable. The same is not true of the reverse. It's almost always considered predatory for an older man to have an interest in an adolescent."

Slowly, Amon shifted to face Robin. Her anger dissipated, she now looked hopefully back to Amon through her trademark large green eyes. Even in the dim light of the outside streetlights, he could see the shimmering emerald irises. Robin hesitantly took a couple steps closer to him. When Amon made no move to either encourage or discourage her, Robin propelled herself the rest of the way into his chest, throwing her arms around his neck.

"It doesn't matter anymore," she whispered into his coat. "I'm no longer a child."

Amon carefully placed his hands lightly on Robin's shoulders and pushed her back to look at her face. "It's not that simple. We can't just wish - "

Before Amon could finish his sentence, Robin reached up on her toes and planted an innocent kiss - her first - on his mouth. Amon instinctively froze, his overworked brain taking a moment to comprehend the situation. He attempted backing away from his Lolita and instead tripped over Robin's shoes carelessly strewn beside the door. Losing his balance, Amon fell backwards to the floor with a thud, pulling Robin after him.

Amon discovered himself in a position that he had imagined quite often since they had begun their little excursion. Robin lay atop him with her small warm body pressing against his, legs straddling one of his and arms still clinging to his neck. Amon looked up to the face a few mere inches from his own and, despite every fiber in his body screaming at him to stop, reached up to push Robin's hair away from her face with one hand while running a hand down her cheek with the other. Sensing the change in her guardian, Robin glanced to his mouth before bending to give him another chaste kiss. Just as she began to pull back, Amon's hands tightened on her face, crushing her mouth back against his. He heard Robin gasp in surprise as he deepened the kiss. Though Amon knew he was moving much too quickly for his inexperienced Robin, the desire he had fought so long to keep in check was rising to the surface, unchecked and out of control. Pandora's Box had finally been opened.

Amon roughly shoved Robin back before struggling into a sitting position. She looked back, clearly dazed at the turn of events. Amon inwardly gloated at the look, as he took her face in his hands.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Robin?" he asked, more out of a perverted desire to see her squirm - a sort of payback for forcing him into this situation - than from genuine concern. "I've never seen you in a short sleeved shirt, much less naked."

Smirking, Amon watched Robin blanch and self-consciously look down, gripping the fabric around the neck of her pajama's top. The smirk slowly faded, though, as her trembling fingers traveled to the shirt's first button, then proceeded to the next. Once she had finished with the buttons, Robin stared off to the side and slipped the shirt from her shoulders.

Amon felt himself grow rigid as his eyes ran down her half-naked form. Even in the paltry light Amon could see she was beautiful. Her skin was pale - the side effect from a continuous lack of sun exposure. Her breasts were unsurprisingly small, but perfectly shaped. Not that Amon cared. Small breasts or no, Robin was sitting on his lap without a shirt. He watched mesmerized as her nipples hardened in the chilly air. Amon glanced to Robin's face, sensing his staring had embarrassed her. Amon's hands traveled up her arms and over her bare shoulders then pulled her against his chest. As his fingers trailed down her back, Amon heard Robin give a contented sigh.

Bending down, Amon brushed his mouth against the virgin skin of her shoulder, delighting in the resulting shiver. Arms tightening around her small body, he pulled her head towards his mouth. Robin momentarily forgot her severe lack of clothing and readily responded, quickly discerning the art of kissing. Amon gave a slight moan when Robin shifted her bottom against his hardness and pressed her firm breasts against his chest. He moved suddenly, swiftly pinning Robin between himself and the floor. She looked up to him, slightly apprehensive at first, then relaxed and closed her eyes.

Amon began to kiss a trail down her body until he reached her breasts. His finger brushed lightly against one nipple, causing Robin to inhale sharply from anticipation. Leaning forward, Amon skillfully took her nipple between his teeth and flicked his tongue over the flat surface. He felt her gasp and arch against him, letting out an aroused moan. Small hands fumbled at the fabric near his neck in an attempt to push away his coat. Amon sat upright and hurriedly shed both his coat and shirt before returning to her other breast. Robin's fingers dug into the skin of his arm, her moans becoming louder as Amon continued to suckle her breasts. He abruptly broke off and grabbed Robin's hand, yanking her to her feet before pulling her down the short hallway to his bedroom.

"Get in my bed," Amon ordered.

Robin stared at the bed, nose crinkling.

Sensing her confusion, Amon offered a halfhearted explanation. "It's...a fantasy...of mine."

Before Robin could begin to climb into his bed, however, Amon grasped her arm. "Wait."

He stood behind her, slightly pressing himself against her firm body. Skillfully sliding his hands under the waistband of both her pajamas and underwear, Amon easily pushed both items over her hips, letting them fall to the floor.

"Get in bed," he whispered in her ear.

She obediently did as she was told, choosing to sit in the exact middle of the bed. Robin pulled her long legs up to her chest and placed her chin on her knees in an attempt to mask her discomfort at her lack of clothes. Amon studied her a moment, then climbed on the bed.

"Lay back."

Hesitantly, Robin scooted towards the head of the bed and lay down on her back, placing her hands awkwardly on her stomach. Amon waited until she had finished moving around and was comfortably situated, before lying on his side next to her. Amon propped his head on his elbow and looked down to Robin's face. She returned his look, waiting for him to take the lead. Amon lifted a hand and trailed his index finger between her breasts and down to her stomach.

"What do you want to do to me?"

Amon glanced to Robin, finding a strange mix of interest, desire and apprehension in her eyes. "What do you mean?" he asked carefully.

"You said earlier tonight that we would do something we would regret. Were you referring to anything specific?"

Amon hesitated. "Are you asking me about my fantasies of you?"

Robin, eyes wide, gave a small nod.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"You may not like being thought of in that manner," he replied gently.

"What manner?" she asked, clearly confused.

"Sexually."

"Oh," she breathed. "It's alright. I want to know."

Amon gave a small smile and brushed a kiss on her forehead. "Maybe it would be better if I show you instead."

Before Robin could respond to the invitation, Amon slipped his hand between her legs and brushed his fingers along her thighs. Gently, Amon partially inserted his index finger into her wet opening, feeling her body tighten at his unfamiliar presence. Glancing at her face for the reassurance to continue, Amon probed deeper as Robin gasped and covered her mouth. He moved the thumb from his other hand to rub the swollen nub between her legs. Instinctively, Robin's knees opened further and she closed her eyes, relaxing as Amon began to pleasure her. She was so engrossed in the new sensations that she didn't notice Amon reposition himself slightly lower on the bed. Her eyes flew open as she felt his warm tongue caress the nub where his thumb had been earlier. Jerking reflexively at the sudden intimacy, Robin clamped her legs together and sat bolt upright, narrowly missing Amon's head with her knee in the process.

"W-what are you doing?"

Amon leaned back on one elbow, giving his inexperienced new lover an even look. "Do you not know what this is?"

"Should I?"

"I guess not considering you were raised in a convent. Would you like me to continue?"

She looked at Amon a moment, her mussed hair tumbling over her shoulders and her cheeks flushed. Slowly, Robin lay back on the bed. Amon followed a moment later, settling between her legs. Robin once again tensed as she felt his tongue, though it didn't take her long to relax. As Amon continued his actions with his mouth, his hands crept down to first undo his belt then his zipper. After he had discarded his clothing, Amon began to give himself long strokes in rhythm with his tongue.

Robin's breathing became heavier and Amon deduced that she was near her climax. Just when he was sure she was about to come, he felt her hands on his shoulders, pulling him up. Surprised, he looked up to Robin's aroused face. She pulled him down to her, kissing him surprisingly hard, arching her body against his and eliciting a moan. Amon positioned himself near her wet opening and with one last glance to Robin's face, he gently slid himself through the tight entrance. He paused before breaking through the barrier, causing Robin to give a muted cry in surprise.

"Robin, are you alright?" Amon asked concerned.

Robin closed her eyes and took a shaky breath. She reopened them a moment later and gave a small nod. "Yes," she whispered.

Amon carefully pushed himself in the rest of the way, stopping to revel in the deliciously warm and silky tightness of Robin. He took a moment to allow her to adjust to his presence before he began to rhythmically move inside her. As Robin gradually relaxed, Amon pulled her legs around him, tilting her hips upwards. She gasped when he settled deeper inside, pressing against the upper vaginal wall. Amon bent down kiss her mouth as he picked up speed, his stubble rough against her smooth cheek.

Once more, Robin's breathing became ragged and accelerated. Her legs and arms tightened around Amon's body as she crept closer to her orgasm. Amon himself was struggling to stop his own pleasure; after all, it had been several years since his last sexual encounter. He shifted his hands beneath her buttocks, the resulting sensation proving too much for Robin as she came suddenly, closing her eyes and crying out his name. Watching her orgasm, Amon pressed his forehead against hers and reached his own, letting the frustration over the past two years come to an end. They lay gasping for a moment, striving to regain their breath and enjoying the afterglow. Amon finally slid out and moved over when Robin began to struggle beneath him, pushing lightly at his chest.

"You're a little heavy," she said breathlessly.

Bending over, Amon planted a light kiss on her forehead. "I'm sorry."

Robin gave him a wary look. "You're making fun of me, aren't you?"

"No," Amon smiled slightly as he responded. "Just so you know, it's rare to finish at the same time."

"Really? In books I've read -" she trailed off blushing when she realized what she had begun to say.

Amon quirked an eyebrow at her. "So, innocent little Robin has been reading smut?"

"No! It's, uh, not like that," she sputtered. "Just some things I've read in magazines and...stop looking at me like that!"

The smirk Amon had worn transformed into a rare genuine smile. "You shouldn't be embarrassed about such things. It's normal for gi - women - to be interested in sex."

Robin, still blushing a little, sighed contentedly and curled into Amon's side. She snaked an arm over his chest. He could sense that drowsiness was quickly overtaking her as the silence stretched out.

"Robin."

"Mmm?" she murmured, shifting against him.

"I love you."

Amon felt Robin startle awake against him. She propped herself on one elbow and searched his steel eyes. "I love you, too, Amon."

He placed a hand on the back of Robin's head and pulled her into a kiss. "Go to sleep, now," he whispered.

And she did.

* * *

Though the morning that followed was just as grey and sullen as it had been the day before, neither Amon nor Robin was particularly aware of the lackluster weather. Both were far too preoccupied with the other to be concerned with such trivial matters as atmospheric conditions. Robin still had some residual embarrassment over their nakedness, as evidenced when she hurriedly darted off for the bathroom that morning.

Not that Amon noticed. He was far too busy memorizing every corner of her body. He ran his hand over her body, feeling the smooth soft skin under his fingertips. Leaning close, Amon kissed Robin, gently at first, then more firmly. Robin moved until she was firmly pressed against Amon's hard body. Inadvertently, she rubbed against Amon, arousing him with her actions. His hands tightened on her back, urgently pulling her towards him. Robin responded by kissing along Amon's jaw line until she reached his ear. He hissed in surprise when she began to gently nibble on the sensitive skin of his earlobe. Eagerly pushing Robin beneath him, Amon positioned himself between her legs. Robin bit her lip and closed her eyes in anticipation. As Amon gazed into Robin's face, an idea took shape in his brain. Perhaps sensing something amiss, Robin reopened her green eyes to look questioningly up at Amon.

"Is something wrong?" she asked worriedly, running her fingertips along his shoulders.

"No," Amon replied, rolling alongside her. "I've thought of something else we could do instead."

"Oh?" Robin breathed and shivered in response as he ducked his head to brush his mouth against her neck.

"What you said last night about reading...adult content, gave me an idea." Amon brought a hand up to cup her breast. "I want you to pleasure yourself."

Robin cast a blank look, which elicited a broad smirk from Amon. "I see you don't understand what I said." Grasping her slim wrist, Amon guided Robin's hand between her legs. Her face changed to surprise as she finally understood.

"You want me to...masturbate?" she gaped, whispering the last word.

"So you've never pleasured yourself, then," Amon commented, watching in amusement as a blush flooded his young lover's face. Robin furiously shook her head. Once more, Amon positioned her hand between her legs.

"Don't be embarrassed, Robin," he reassured. Seeing that Robin was still hesitant, Amon moved his thumb to stroke her clitoris. "Does this feel good?" Robin, with her eyes already closed, licked her lips and nodded. "I want you to take over."

Slowly opening her eyes, Robin cautiously began to rub the nub at the apex of her legs. After a moment she had fully relaxed and settled into a comfortable rhythm. Amon grew hard watching her. He firmly grasped himself with one hand and placed the other around Robin's shoulders. With long strokes, Amon began to pleasure himself, continuing to watch Robin. After several minutes had passed, Robin tensed against him, stifling a moan as she came. Amon shifted to get a better look at Robin's face twisting with pleasure. The sight was enough to make Amon reach his own orgasm, crushing his head against her shoulder as the sensation washed over him. They lay together, collecting their wits about them before either spoke.

"How was that?" Amon breathed into Robin's ear.

"It was good," she answered, shying away from his tickling breath. "Although, it wasn't as good as last night," Robin added, blushing.

"Hmphf," Amon snorted. "I would think not."

He smiled as Robin giggled at his words. For once, Amon was felt completely at peace. Not wanting to disturb the moment, but concerned with the bodily fluids still on his hand, Amon spoke.

"We should take a shower, now."

Robin rolled towards him, casting a lazy gaze upon him. "Together?"

"Yes."

"Hmm." Robin closed her eyes briefly, then sat up. Amon's eyes trailed down her naked back. He came up behind her, pushing back Robin's long hair with his unsullied hand and kissed a bare shoulder. Starting slightly at the unexpected touch, Robin looked over her shoulder.

"I'm sorry," Amon began. "I didn't mean to startle you. It's just that..." he trailed off, trying to find the appropriate words. "I've wanted you for so long."

Robin turned to him in earnest, placing her hands on his bare chest. "Then why didn't you do anything?"

"I...didn't think that being with you was appropriate," Amon responded, engulfing her in his arms. "I'm still not convinced this is right."

"But it feels right."

Amon sighed. "Yes. Yes, it does."

"Amon?"

"Yes, Robin?"

"Why are you holding your hand out like that?"

"It's a...by-product of the male species," he answered, surprisingly sheepishly.

"Oh, that's right!" she returned, obviously embarrassed. "I suppose I forgot about such things."

"It's alright," he reassured, kissing her nose. "We should get to that shower now."

The two made their way to the bathroom down the hall, Robin perpetually embarrassed to be parading around the flat bare-ass naked. Amon conveniently hid his amusement and watched her sashay down the hallway, unwittingly sensuous yet naive.

Once they had reached the bathroom, Amon started the water. Robin stood awkwardly to the side, still unsure if she should attempt to cover some of her more private areas. The water fully heated, Amon rerouted the water to the showerhead. He turned to wash his hand in the sink as Robin dove behind the security of the shower curtain. Having finished, Amon slipped into the shower to find Robin partially soaped up and giving him a cautious look over her shoulder at his arrival. Amon reached an arm around Robin to take the soap from her hand. She stood deathly still as he ran his hands over her shoulders and down her back. Exhaling, Robin leaned against Amon as hands came around to her stomach and lifted up to cup her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her rapidly hardening nipples. Amon let his hands fall to her stomach, squeezing slightly as he pulled her curvy rear end against him. Robin let out a little laugh and she pushed Amon away.

"Isn't the point of showering to get clean?" she asked with a coy smile.

"Well, that is one point of showering. However, there is something else you can do."

"Oh, really?" Robin pressed her body against his.

"Yes." It dawned on Amon that Robin was teasing him sexually. Still smiling, she moved away and turned her back on him, reaching for a shampoo bottle instead.

Amon gave himself a quick once-over with the bar of soap in his hand. He had nearly finished when his eyes caught sight of Robin standing under the falling water. It was a simple, rather mundane thing - she was merely rinsing off the shampoo from her hair - but Amon, who had lived with the young woman for years, had never witnessed this facet of her personal life. Robin finished with hair and reemerged from the cascading water. She had turned to reach for another bottle, when Amon roughly grabbed her from behind and pressed himself against her small body.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, slightly annoyed to be distracted from her showering.

"You wanted to know about the fantasies I had about you," he whispered lowly into her ear. Robin said nothing, immediately focused on his next words. "I've thought about having you on the kitchen table, against the wall in your room, in an elevator - do you wish me to continue?"

"Yes," Robin answered in a ragged voice, pressing her buttocks against him and wriggling slightly against his ever increasing hardness. Amon gasped from the pleasurable friction.

"You're a quick study. You're too good at this." Amon took a jagged breath. "There was also the time I fantasized about us in the backseat of my car, in a pool -"

"In your bed."

"Yes, in my bed. As well as in a shower."

Robin spun to him, want and desire filling her eyes. She pushed him against the rear wall of the shower, trapping him between her arms. Reaching up, Robin kissed him forcefully, overcome by the sudden mood. Robin broke off and stared into Amon's face.

"You've thought of me a lot these past couple of years." It wasn't a question.

"Yes." Amon lowered his head and pressed his mouth against hers, the water from the shower still falling upon them. Gripping the small of her back, Amon pulled Robin harder against him, causing her to moan against his mouth. The sound was the last fiber holding Amon in check. Abruptly, he tore himself away from his temptress, turning off the water and grabbing a towel hanging nearby in one movement. Stepping out of the shower, Amon pulled Robin with him, attempting to dry both of them off as much as he could.

"The hell with this," he muttered, tossing the towel aside and pushing Robin to the bathroom floor. He had enough sense to remember that Robin was likely still sore from her first sexual encounter just before he rammed himself into her. Regaining some modicum of control, Amon quickly yet gently pushed into Robin's opening, feeling her gasp against his shoulder as he slid in all the way. As he was about to ask if he had hurt her, Robin enveloped him tightly with her body. Amon quickly picked up speed, taking care not to be too rough with his new young lover. Settling further into Robin, Amon felt her legs tremble with anticipation.

"I love you, Robin," he whispered into her ear.

"I love you, too, Am - oh!" She squeezed her eyes shut, coming hard against him. "Amon!"

Feeling her spasm around him, Amon moaned and dropped his face against the side of her head, inhaling the scent of his shampoo on her wet hair. He picked up more speed, thrusting hard and deep until he reached his own pinnacle of pleasure not long after Robin. Squeezing her small body to his chest, he gasped as he came. With one final thrust, Amon lay still atop Robin, remaining inside her. He again felt small hands pushing against his chest.

"Sorry," he mumbled, moving back until he rested on his knees between Robin's legs. He ran a hand over his sweaty face, pushing his wet hair back in place. "Christ. I'm getting too old for this."

"What?" Robin asked amused, pulling herself up and drawing her legs into a sitting position. "You're hardly old. You're not even thirty yet."

"Being around you makes me feel old."

Robin raised an eyebrow, smiling as she spoke. "I do?"

"We should get cleaned up," Amon said, quickly shifting the subject from their ages. "Maybe a bath would be safer."

Moving to her knees, Robin placed her hands upon his shoulders and planted a kiss on his nose. Amon's arms moved in response to encircle her slim waist.

"I'm not sure a bath would be any safer," Robin smiled, a surprisingly knowing look on her face.

"You really are a fast learner," Amon remarked, slightly in awe. "Women seem to be instinctually more in tune with their sexuality."

Robin's face suddenly grew serious, causing Amon to suspect she was about to ask him an intimate question. "Do you think of me as some sort of temptress?"

"I generally think of you more as a Lolita," he responded, getting up to turn on the tub faucet.

Robin stood as well. "What's the difference?"

"Well, a Lolita is an underage temptress."

She placed her hands softly in between his shoulder blades. "According to Japanese laws, I haven't been underage for quite some time."

"According to US laws, where we have lived the past couple of years, you've just become legal."

"Do you really think of me as a Lolita?" she asked, her voice sounding muffled against his back.

Amon sighed and turned around. He placed a hand under Robin's chin to lift up her face. "Sometimes," he admitted. Amon dropped his hand and looked at the water. "Get in the tub."

With more grace than Amon knew was possible, Robin slid into the steamy water.

"You forgot to add the bubble bath," she commented.

Amon stepped in and sat behind her, leaning his head against the wall of the shower. "Men don't use bubbles."

Robin giggled slightly, readjusting herself to rest more comfortably against Amon's chest. "I suppose it doesn't really matter now if you think I'm a Lolita," she said suddenly. She shifted, inclining her head back to look up at him. "What I mean is, as long as you're here with me."

He chose to remain silent, merely glancing down at her. His hands ran over her body, eventually stopping to caress Robin's breasts. She sighed in response.

"You're good at everything, aren't you?"

"What do you mean?" Amon asked, his hands stilling.

"At the STN-J, you were the best hunter and the most proficient in small arms. Now, you always look put together, you're a great cook, you're good with technology, and you drive perfectly in accordance with all local and federal laws. You excel at everything you do. Even the way...you touch me."

"Is that how you really think of me, Robin?" She shrugged in lieu of a verbal reply. He bent to her ear. "Well, I think you're perfect."

Robin's brow furrowed. "You do?"

"I do. You're physically beautiful and you possess just the right amount of sweetness laced with poutiness."

"What!" she exclaimed, instantly indignant at his words.

Amon smirked as he located the bar of soap still lying on the tub floor - though now submerged under many inches of water. Carefully, he began to run his soapy hands over Robin's back. She turned to him, the water swirling around them from her sudden movement.

"You're not going to do anything else, are you?"

Amon smirked. "You don't have to worry about me. I couldn't even if I wanted to."

Robin cocked her head to the side, still kneeling before him. "Why is that?"

"There's only so many times I can have sex in a day."

"Really?" she asked, interested, before her face changed to a mischievous expression. "I guess that means that even you have limits."

"I suppose so," he answered with a rueful smile. He leaned in for a kiss. "You know, it's a good thing you're taking birth control pills for your migraines."

She jerked back, eyes widening in surprise. "You knew the doctor prescribed birth control pills for my headaches?"

He looked patiently, and slightly patronizingly, into her eyes. "Did you really think you could keep something from me."

"I suppose not," she answered, lowering her eyes. "Maybe you're not perfect after all," she added.

"What do you mean?"

Blushing, Robin buried her face in Amon's chest. "You can be a-a real bastard some times."

Amon started a little, then snorted. "It's good that you've finally realized this fact. I wasn't sure you would."

"Better late than never," Robin replied sweetly before pulling Amon into a kiss.

* * *

Dictionary:

Devushka: (Russian) young lady. Apparently also has the meaning of "young maiden" [according to my Russian slang dictionary]. It bleeds over from another fanfiction I am writing in which Amon and Robin flee to Russia.
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