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The Robin Trilogy	By : WarDove Category: +S to Z > Witch Hunter Robin Views: 3193 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Witch Hunter Robin doesn�t belong to me.

Michael x Robin lemon, so all NC-17 material applies. Even
though I�m a Amon/Robin fan all the way, I just couldn�t ignore the chemistry
between Michael and Robin and think how sweet it was.

Told from Michael�s POV.

~~**~~**~~

It gets easier as time goes on, so the saying goes, but for
me, it only seems longer than it has been, since she disappeared, along with
Him. Oh well, in the end I knew it, no, we were never meant to be. It was a one
time thing, two kindred souls reaching out for one another, lost in our
immature passions and feelings of unworthiness to ever be accepted, or loved by
anyone.

I actually don�t think of that moment, well, not often, my
work as it always has keeps me busy, but at times, during those long nights
when I stare over computer file after computer file, alone in the deafening
darkness, the memory returns and it shocks me into a daze. I am unable to move,
unable to even blink, for all I can remember is her�how she felt against me,
naked body to naked body, tender lips to tender lips. Well, maybe I can move
somewhat for I feel the small smile upon my lips, a smile that can only be
brought to one�s face by the memory of a first love.

It had happened while she was staying at the office, hiding
from her assassin, Amon of all people, yes, that bastard had been ordered to
hunt her. Ironic isn�t it, how chics always seem to fall for the bad boy, the
dangerous man who appears cold and emotionless. Is it delusion, or true love
thinking that it is they who will be �the one� to break down his barriers, show
him what love is, so that they no longer are cold, or aloof, full of self-hate
and depression. But, leave it to her to prove my case wrong. If anyone will ever
get that guy to even smile it will be her.
Then again she�s not your average girl and me trying to decode her
reasoning, her motive to do the things she does is quite ridiculous. Robin, the
girl is an enigma to me, to everyone, but not to Amon. Why is it he seems to be
the only one able too�? That bastard�I pray that he treats her right.

Robin. Her name falls from my lips, and I�m brought back to
where I left off. As I said, she was staying at the office, not that it
bothered me, I felt quite comfortable around her. We had, after all, developed
a friendship, as I said earlier it was as if we were kindred spirits at times,
brought together to give each other a little taste of acceptance and
unconditional love. Freaks, we were both freaks, in different ways, but freaks
just the same-young and imprisoned in our duties, paying retribution for our
shortcomings and sins.

The clock had just
turned two a. m. I remember thinking how it was late, not that late nights were
uncommon to me, but that night had just felt as if it had been dragging on,
never to end. I was in the back room, where it is darkest, where no cameras
follow your every move, where I can be at true peace, just the darkness and my
PC�s; my work that had become my life, my life that was indeed my work.

Her silhouette broke the glare of the light from the other
room that had lit the doorway and at first she almost startled me, but I was
too tired and bored to be shocked much, so I swiveled my chair out from under
the desk to face her. Looking up into her sad eyes, I asked her if she needed
something. She remained silent as she approached me, the look in her soulful
sea-green eyes looking even sadder. She then did something that was not the
Robin that I knew, though somehow that didn�t surprise me either. She fell to
her knees in front of me and collapsed her head on my chest, wrapping her arms
around my waist. Startled I gasped somewhat unsure of what to do, but instinct
must have taken over for I found myself encircling my own arms around her
shoulders, my hands automatically beginning to rub her back. �Robin. Are you
all right?�

She was still silent, but she pressed her upper body into me
even more, nuzzling her nose into my chest. At first I thought she was going to
cry, but this was Robin, and tears were foreign to her. �Why, Michael? Why are
they after me�why is it they want me dead?�

The words left my mouth before I could censor them. �Because
they�re a bunch of self-righteous assholes.� I wish I could have just crawled
under a rock just then, �cause I could feel her eyes even through the
material of my shirt. She pulled slightly away and looked up at me, I wondered
if she could see the shock and embarrassment in my eyes. �S, sorry. I wasn�t
thinking, the words just sorta, came out.�

Hel>Her eyes relaxed and I thought they were even smiling at me
as she slowly repeated my word. �Assholes. Mmm, I suppose one could associate
that word with STN.�

Suddenly feeling quite shy I closed my eyes and nervously
laughed as I scratched the nape of my neck with one of my hands. �Well I�m sure
a lot of people would agree. But, I still can�t believe they��

Her left index finger on my lips halted my speech as her other hand slipped my
glasses from my nose, placing them on the computer table. Her eyes again caught
mine and her lashes seemed thicker then they had just seconds before. �Please
Michael. I don�t want to think of them, or anything�oh Michael, I just, I just
want to forget even for one night.�

Her eyes were again sad and pleading, begging for what, I
didn�t know, until my instinct kicked in once again and I leaned my face down
to hers, my mouth touching her mouth, just slightly. I felt my face instantly
get hot from my blush, but then through my half lidded eyes, I saw that her
cheeks were much the same. We pulled away, though our lips remained a breath
away. She whispered my name and I hers and then we came back together in a
second kiss and that second kiss would not be our last.

My hands cupped her face and I drew her to me even more as
the embrace she still had on me tightened. We came apart for air and I saw a
flash of fear, of uncertain doubt. Of course, that was it. The law of God had
raised her and a battle within her was raging right at that moment between her
lessons of the Almighty and her own wanton desires attributed to the Devil. I
closed my eyes, I wouldn�t, I couldn�t take advantage of her, no matter how
much my body and mind wanted it so.
�Robin, this is, a mistake, we shouldn�t��

I found my words halted once again as her lips came back
into contact with mine, even as she spoke through her breathless kisses. �No
Michael. I want this�I need this�I�ll not regret it, so please don�t you
either.�

�I, I won�t.� My vow was sealed as I returned her kiss,
feverishly, desperately just as our hands were working as we fought
to get the clothing off of one another�s bodies. I breathed her name again as
we settled off of the chair and onto the floor, our garments creating a blanket
beneath us. The room was dark, and quiet save for the white light of the
flashing computer screens and the yellowed light that lit the doorway. But in
the darkness we stayed, both of us to afraid to venture out into the light
where the camera�s peeping eye would catch us.

I was atop her slightly, my lips having found the centers of
her breasts and my tongue lavishing attention upon them. Her body jerked
involuntarily, as her fingers massaged my scalp, pressing it as close as
humanly possible and guiding it even lower down her body. I fought to breathe,
my head feeling dizzy, I�d never made it this far with a girl, hell, I hadn�t
even really kissed one before tonight, but I did what I had seen and what my
male mind told me to do. Her liquids tasted somewhat salty and tart, yet the
texture was smooth and creamy. Not bad in the least, in fact I had rather
enjoyed it. I dared another step as my right hand that had been stroking her
hip ventured over her thigh, until its fingers were slipping slowly up inside
of her, amazed at the warmth, the moisture and tightness of what a girl was.
She responded to my fingers movements with a throaty outcry that indicated it
was pleasurable to her and so I continued for several seconds, until her body
went rigid and her sounds grew high pitched. I stared down at her amazed once
more and what I had just witnessed, an actual woman having come from my touch,
a sight I was desperate to witness again.

But before I could even reposition my body to make my final
move I found myself on my back, and she atop me. Her hair having come
completely lose from it�s usual do, graced down around her shoulders in
straight soft, honey brown tresses, making her look absolutely beautiful and
mysterious even, for did any of us really know the real Robin? I believe I did
and it was because of that I felt myself being more attracted to her then ever.
And driven by my attraction I raised my hands to her shoulders and then
smoothed them down her arms slowly, all the while we continued to gaze into
each other�s eyes, as if trying to readt tht the other was thinking. She shyly
smiled, as her fingers grazed over my lips and chin and down my neck before
dipping further as did her head as she made her way down my body.

I could literally feel my eyeballs roll into the back of my
sockets as she explored me with her touch, her lips and her swirling tongue. I
gasped a pained breath as my sex pulsed and strained for a release I knew that
only she could give me. I would like to think I am not one to beg, but I know
myself not to be so proud, so beg I did, though I also asked her the question,
knowing her answer, though I didn�t wish to offend.

�No Michael, I�ve, never.� She whispered as she pulled her
body back up along mine. �You?�

Whether it was my male pride wanting to speak or just
embarrassment of my inexperience I opened my mouth to lie and tell her I had,
but instead like an idiot I choked on my words and simply shook my head no. She
smiled at me once again and told me she was glad. She then kissed me and raised
her feminine mound over my more than ready girth and brought herself down upon
me with a quick, solid force. I squinted shut my eyes and curled my stomach
instinctively, feeling a mild pain as my head rammed through her virgin
barrier. I opened my eyes and saw her own face contorted in discomfort; she
seemed to not be breathing. I felt panic and remorse, having been so caught up
in my own pain, that I did not acknowledge hers, that was no doubt worse than
mine.

I decided to take over then, and making sure we remained
connected I rolled our bodies until she was under me once again. I kissed her
eyes expecting tears, but as I said before, tears were foreign to Robin, so I
asked her if she was okay and then apologized.

�Michael. I�m fine, it doesn�t hurt so much.� Her words
reminded me that my own pain was gone, taken away by my desire to do nothimoremore than complete what we had started. Our eyes met yet again as with renewed
commitment we began to move, like men and women have always done since the
beginning of time. Our rhythm started out awkward at first, though after a
minute or so we began to rock in unison. I pressed my forehead into her
shoulder as I held her tight against me, concentrating on her snug heat, the
way her nails grazed along my entire backside and her heels that pressed
slightly into my lower back even as her body bucked up gently to meet my own.
In my wildest dreams, and believe me I�ve had some wild dreams, I could never
imagine coupling with a woman could be so wonderfnd ond overwhelming, yet
calming and invigorating all at the same time. To sum it up in one repetitious
word, it was, simply, amazing.

We allowed our hearts as well as our lust to control our
thoughts and our movements, eventually losing all inhibitions and giving into
our passionate, carnal natures, driven only by the primal need to copulate
until bringing each other and ourselves full circle in the realm of all that is
sex. I knew not how long it took us to bring each other to completion but soon
that is what we had done, as we both came, hearing one another�s cry of release
and feeling our liquids multiply as they mixed into one, cooling quickly,
though for several minutes our own bodies remained heated.

I rested my head upon her chest, hearing as well as feeling
the beating of her heart and heaving of her lungs as they took in much needed
air. I was, of course in the same state, sated and drained, not wanting to
really move. But I forced myself to move regardless and came out of her, looking
down briefly at the mess our bodies had made on the floor, thank God the office
had never been carpeted. Seeing the mess, however made me think of something
else that would not have been good if it had happened. I scrambled into a
sitting position realizing that we had fa to to use any protection. I think
she could tell by the fear in my eyes what I was thinking and it surprised me
when she smiled. �Don�t worry, I know there will not be a problem.�

My left eyebrow rose in momentary disbelief, but for some
strange reason I trusted her and relaxed, hoping my face wasn�t as red as it
felt. For several seconds we simply stared at each other, as if we could
communicate with our minds what words could never say. I reached out and
stroked her cheek and thanked her. Robin said the same to me and we shared one
last kiss, our touch surprisingly chaste. We then rose and dressed cleaned up
the mess and I left to go to my room and she curled herself back up on the
couch.

They say relationships can be ruined when friends decide to
become lovers, but for some reason that held no truth for Robin and me. We
returned to work the next day as if nothing happened. None of our co-workers
seemed to have suspected anything, but then, there was no reason for them to
suspect. It was business as usual and Robin and I never spoke about that night,
deciding instead to keep it hidden in the secret confines of our hearts and
memories.

I sit here now, alone again in the dark of the back room,
finishing up some last minute work. No longer confined to these walls I can now
come and go as I please, another gift given to me by Robin, well in a round
about way. But then I think, she is one who can change anyone she ever meets,
or touches, she surely changed me, and I am sure wherever it is she may be and
whomever she may be with, she is most definitely changing the world.

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