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Sex doesn't always turn out the way you plan. At least not for Robin. Sex for Amon most likely turns out precisely the way he intended. Hell, the man probably plots out his course of action in advance and stalks Robin for the perfect moment. Anyway, I'm rambling. Amon. Robin. Skin. Sex. Corsets. Whips. Not particularly in that order.

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The above blurb is the full story description, but of course, it�s too long for the text box. :)

Here it is: a semi-sequel to either Tempest or Sunshine. Either one; take your pick. Hopefully this will cease the futile cries of "sequel!" Argh! I just could not get this story the way I wanted. Since I had already spoken about this fanfic all over the glorious i-net, I had kind of gotten myself into a hole and I had to upload it at some point. So�I hope this was worth the wait?

Oh yes. I am not affiliiated with the series WHR nor do I make any money from these works.

~Claire

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Sunlight poured into the room, bathing its contents in a warm ambient glow. A light breeze casually floated through one of the partially opened and absurdly oversized windows, gently stirring the drapes as it passed lazily along its path. Though the morning had been overcast and bland, the day had transformed into a breathtakingly beautiful afternoon.

Robin sat on a couch adjacent the windows, contentedly reading a horror book she had borrowed from her darker half. Stretching, she lazily reclined and repositioned her legs along the cushions of the couch. A few moments later, Robin's reverie was shattered by a knock on the front door.

"Could you get that, Robin?" Amon called irritably from a nearby room.

Sighing, Robin first deposited the book upon the couch face down beside her, then headed for the door. She was cheerfully greeted by a delivery man � dressed head to toe in what had to be the ugliest shade of brown Robin had ever encountered in her short life � holding a rather large package in his arms. Amon appeared a moment after Robin had signed for the parcel and closed the door.

"Who is that from?" he asked shortly as he nodded at the box, still looking quite irritated by whatever plagued him.

She frowned as she scanned the return address. "Let's see..." Robin's face brightened. "Oh, it's from Nagira!"

Amon strode over and rudely plucked the package from Robin's fingers, then headed to the kitchen.

"Hey," she yelped, struggling after Amon when he paid no heed to her indignation.

Grabbing a large chef's knife, Amon deftly split the tape down the middle and pulled back the flaps of the box.

"Why are you so upset?" Robin asked carefully. She strained to hide her annoyance while she watched him carefully remove several wrapped items from the box without disturbing a single, solitary styrofoam peanut.

"My laptop is fragged," he answered distractedly, frowning at a lone peanut still clinging by static electricity to one of the items. Amon plucked it between two fingers and deposited it back into the box with the rest of the fluffy annoyances. He gestured to the wrapped parcels. "What is all this?"

Frustrated that Amon had so quickly and easily obliterated her peaceful day, Robin reached forward and rummaged through the box, scattering the styrofoam over the table in the process. She extracted a card, pointedly ignoring the look of disdain on Amon's face at the mess she had created. He leaned over and began methodically scooping up the peanuts, returning them to their proper place inside the box.

Robin blushed suddenly as she read the card. "They're gifts to celebrate our six month anniversary of being...together."

As he had done earlier with the package, Amon snatched the card from Robin's hand, quickly skimming over the words with his eyes. "Hmm...that does seem like something Nagira would do," he commented drolly as the card fell to the table. Amon placed his hand back in the box, checking the edges. Robin looked up when he stopped suddenly and frowned.

"There's another box inside." Amon shooed Robin away with one hand and a frown before she could lean forward to help remove the second box. "You'll make too large of a mess."

In an incredibly childish display of frustration, Robin made a face, sticking her tongue out at Amon's back. He cast a suspicious glance over his shoulder at her angelic expression, then turned back to inspect the package. Face hardening, Amon shoved the box at Robin without a backward glance.

Robin sent Amon a quizzical look before her eyes shifted to the tag. "Oh, it's from Doujima," she breathed. Gently, Robin lifted the tag to discover more writing on the other side. She gathered the box in her arms and turned to the hallway. "I'll be back in a minute," she tossed over her shoulder just as Amon began to launch into his usual tirade on his half-brother's romantic interest. It wasn't the first time she had heard this particular speech from his mouth.

"I do not understand why Nagira had to get involve with that...that spy. He has never held down a serious relationship in his life, yet now he suddenly can with her? What does he see in that woman, anyway? And doesn't he know how dangerous it is for a Solomon agent to know where we are..."

Rolling her eyes, Robin shut the door of their bedroom behind her, incredibly peeved at her man's behaviour on this gorgeous day. Amon's low voice continued to drift in, muffled through the door as he stomped back to his laptop, still muttering. Her eyes traveled back to the note in her hand.

Robin:

Be sure to open this away from Amon.

Enjoy!

Doujima

Curious, Robin's fingers slid under the edge of the box and gently removed the lid. Inside she discovered a voluminous amount of odd barely-pink tissue paper. Some more digging produced what appeared to be a strange pair of skimpy black underwear. Robin stared blankly at the panties in her hands, holding them up and twisting to and fro in an attempt to understand how they were to be worn. She gasped when it finally dawned on her that in her hands she held a pair of infamous crotchless panties. Horrified, she flung them on the bed and took a step back as though she had been infected. Robin's eyes traveled back to the box, dreading what else she might find inside.

"Doujima," she moaned, placing her palms on flushed cheeks.

After a moment of indecisiveness, Robin cautiously re-approached the box and rifled through the tissue paper again. It did not take long for her fingers to locate a black velvet corset. Bewildered, Robin gazed at the item before carefully laying it on the bed alongside the verboten panties. With trembling hands, she reached into the box to pull out a thin long object.

"A whip?" she asked in confusion. "Why would I need a..." Robin's eyes grew wide and her face turned an even brighter shade of red as she deduced what she could possibly do with a whip and Amon. "Oh my."

Another dive into the box yielded a garter belt with stockings in one hand and a pair of thigh high black stiletto boots with numerous shiny-silver buckles along their fronts in the other.

"Hmm, all black," Robin noted as she stared at her rapidly multiplying new possessions.

The last inspection of the box produced a conjoined pair of metal bracelets.

"Handcuffs," she said as she looked wonderingly upon them. "I wonder if Amon would really be into this sort of thing."

Robin held out her hand and let the handcuffs fall to the bed, pondering this intriguing new situation. Should she really dress in this get-up to seduce Amon? Could she even go through with it? Robin found it highly unlikely that she had the courage within to do something so brazen. With a defeated sigh, she began to repack the box. Robin decided it would be best to simply shove the gifts in the back of the closet until she could figure out what to do with them at a later time.

"God damnit!" she heard Amon exclaim from the other room. It was followed by the sound of what could only be the thud of a fist against a hard surface � possibly a desk.

"On the other hand," Robin began thoughtfully aloud, looking at the corset still in her hand stopped halfway to the box, "Amon could use a distraction."

In an instant, she quickly pulled what she had deposited in the box and dumped the items in a messy heap upon the bed. Once more Robin examined the corset, suddenly deciding that, yes, she could indeed dress up in such clothing and "seduce" Amon (not like it took much to get him in the mood).

But innocent little Robin had no experience with such things as she soon discovered, standing half-naked in the center of the bedroom, fumbling with the ties in the back of the corset, unable to see behind herself to figure out what was wrong. After much struggling and through sheer force of will, Robin stood smiling triumphantly that she had (mostly) mastered the article, still breathing heavily from the exertions.

"Damn thing," Robin grumbled, hands flying to her mouth when she realized what she had spoken. She tossed a suspicious glance over her shoulder, then relaxed seeing the empty room. Robin would never have heard the end of it if Amon had happened to pass by and overhear.

Groaning from embarrassment, Robin pulled on the panties, followed by the garter and stockings, then lastly the boots. Dreading what she would find, Robin turned to study her reflection in the full-length mirror hiding in the far corner of their room. All in all, she didn't think she looked that bad; a little out of place, maybe, but not bad. Her eyes fell to her breasts. She made a disgruntled sound at the uncooperative twins that refused to fill the cups of the corset any further. Robin shifted her breasts around until she was moderately satisfied that they looked as full as possible. Returning to the bed, Robin studied the whip and handcuffs. After a moment of contemplation, she shoved the handcuffs down the front of her corset, shivering from the cold metal, and decided to hold the whip behind her back for the time being. It wasn't as though she needed to hide her full intentions from Amon for very long. She was fairly certain that his Hunter's instinct would kick in and realize what was happening fairly quickly when he saw his innocent Robin dressed as she was.

Robin took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Quietly opening the door, she poked her head and scanned the area. Amon appeared to still be located in their tiny library/computer/ex-second-bedroom room. Robin stumbled slightly in her attempt of a nonchalant walk, the foreign feel of boots constricting her legs. She took another breath, then with as much grace as she could muster, passed through the open doorway. Amon didn't look up as Robin entered.

"Would you like something to eat?" she asked, in a voice that contained far more bravado than she actually contained.

"No," Amon replied with a frown, still fixated on his aggravating computer. "You should go ahead, though."

Robin suppressed the very real desire to scream at him and pursed her lips. "Are you sure?"

Amon started to look up, the annoyance at being interrupted clear on his face, then the words froze upon his lips as his eyes fell upon the Robin clad in semi-bondage gear. For once, the man looked utterly shocked. Robin shifted uncomfortably and averted her eyes, suddenly frightened that he would laugh at her attempt to initiate some light S&M. The startled look left Amon's face and he raised an eyebrow.

"What are you doing?" he asked with a smirk.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

Without answering, Amon pushed the chair back from the desk and slowly rose. Robin lifted her head and stared evenly at him as his eyes ran appreciatively over her form.

"I assume that's what was in the box from Doujima?"

"No, I've had it for awhile. I was just waiting�for the right time."

"Liar."

Robin's eyes grew wide at his succinct and self-assured word.

"You aren't any good at lying � especially not to me," he explained lowly. Gently, Amon ran the back of his hand over Robin's shoulder and down her arm. As she exhaled in anticipation, he moved forward to kiss her. Before he met her lips, however, Amon deftly reached around Robin to swipe at the object behind her back. Surprised, Robin moved away abruptly and glared at Amon.

"What?" he deadpanned.

Robin regarded him with suspicion. "Go into the bedroom."

"So, you intend to order me around, just like that?" Amon asked.

"Go into the bedroom," she repeated, becoming more exasperated at his uncooperation.

With an amused expression, Amon silently turned on his heel and headed towards the bedroom as instructed. Robin paused to regain her courage, then moved to follow. She found him sitting on the edge of the mattress, waiting expectantly for her next command. Judging by his body language, Robin sensed that Amon was enjoying this little endeavor after all. She produced the whip she'd hidden behind her back, grasping the bottom portion in one hand and the top in the other. He eyed the whip.

"This will be interesting," Amon commented with a perverse smile � one Robin was unable to deduce if it was from the prospect of being dominated or her obvious embarrassment of the situation.

"Lay down," she ordered.

Amon complied this time without any snide comments, placing his hands behind his head and staring at the ceiling.

"Wait," Robin said, thinking over the situation and growing more mortified by the moment. "Maybe you should take your clothes off first."

"Yes, ma'am," he responded with a rare grin that Robin didn't care for as he sat upright. "Would you like me to dance for you while I remove my clothing?"

"Just take them off!" she exclaimed, now irritated enough to smack the whip against the side of Amon's hip.

He jumped, startling as the object slapped sharply against him. Amon remained silent and dutifully removed his clothes until he stood in all his naked glory. He waited for his new master's next command.

Robin bit her lip as her eyes traveled from Amon's face to his chest and down over his torso, blushing slightly as her eyes fell on his already erect nether regions. Amon opened his mouth as though to speak, then abruptly closed it, apparently deeming silence the smarter action.

"Lie down on the bed."

As Amon turned to climb onto the bed, Robin couldn't help but plant another smack � this time on his derriere � from the whip. He grunted from the stinging pain, but barely gave a backward glance over his shoulder. Robin felt an inkling of guilt as she watched a red mark form on Amon's skin; albeit not too terribly much, since he was intentionally being difficult with her. Once Amon had arranged himself comfortably on the bed, Robin hesitantly walked to the its side, unsure of how to proceed. Amon gave her a curious look in return. She frowned then crept into the bed and awkwardly positioned herself so she straddled Amon's abdomen, giving him a rather good view in the process. Blushing more overtly this time, she watched Amon lift his head and look down his chest at her, feeling something hard poke her tiny rear.

"Wh-what am I supposed to do with this whip?" she asked haltingly.

"You're supposed to use it on me."

Robin's furrowed brows creased her flawless forehead. "But how?"

"You don't have to use the whip if it makes you uncomfortable, Robin."

She gave a small nod and set it aside, then ran her hands lightly over his chest. Amon closed his eyes at her feather-light touch. He grasped Robin's small hips and pushed her down hard against him. Inhaling sharply at the sudden friction, she made an annoyed noise and shoved her hands against his chest. Amon reopened his eyes and looked at Robin in surprise.

"You're supposed to do what I want, right?" she asked slowly.

"Yes." Amon grudgingly removed his hands from Robin's hips with a frown and dropped them obediently to his sides.

Robin's face brightened suddenly. "You have to pleasure me."

Amon only returned a faint smiled, seeming to find the idea to his liking.

She moved until she hovered above Amon's face, knees positioned on either side of his head. Robin leaned her hands and forehead against the wall and closed her eyes in anticipation. She delighted in the feel of Amon's hands running over her thighs as he repositioned himself below her, then gently guided her down to his mouth. She moaned as his tongue flicked over her throbbing nub, quickly gaining speed as he continued. His tongue stopped suddenly and was replaced by his whole mouth sucking gently, lightly, knowing exactly what she wanted. Amon released one of her thighs and replaced his hand on junction between Robin's legs, inserting his thumb fully into her wet opening.

"Oh God." The words escaped her lips before she knew she had spoken them. Under normal circumstances, Robin would have been horrified to be caught taking the Lord's name in vain, a lingering holdover from her time in the convent.

Amon continued on, not paying heed to what Robin had said, seeming merely content that she enjoyed his attentions. She found herself growing closer to her climax and in turn, faced a serious quandary. Should she allow herself to finish or do the "fair" thing and move on a mutually beneficial activity? Eventually, Robin decided that it would be better to change positions. Apparently Amon had other ideas, however, as Robin soon discovered when she attempted to move away. No matter how much she struggled, Amon's iron grip would not budge from the position upon her body. Robin leaned against the wall and waited for her orgasm, reveling in the warm rhythm of Amon's tongue. Her hands clutched at the surface of the wall as she spasmed finally, her body constricting and releasing around the thumb still inside her, not wanting the sensation to stop. When it finally did come to its blissful end, Robin shakily pushed herself from the wall and moved back to sit upon Amon's stomach.

Amon ran a hand over his mouth. "Was that go �"

Before he had time to finish the sentence, Robin leaned forward and withdrew the handcuffs hidden in her corset with one hand and grasped Amon's hands with the other. In one smooth movement, she had Amon pinned to a metal vertical rail of the headboard. He stared at her in surprise.

"I've learned a lot from my time with you," Robin said smugly, knowing Amon had certainly not expected that from her.

She bent over and kissed a path down Amon's chest. He tensed slightly as Robin reached his navel and gently ran her tongue around the divot. Amon looked disappointed when Robin reversed course and began to kiss back up his chest. Finding a nipple, she took it into her mouth and began to suck gently, her tongue flicking over the tip. Beneath Robin, Amon inhaled sharply and twisted his body in response.

Moving forward, Robin kissed Amon deeply, tasting the scent of herself still on his breath, the arousal within beginning to rekindle. Stopping suddenly, she pushed herself down to lay partially between Amon's legs. Gripping the base of his length firmly in one hand, Robin took him into her mouth � and much farther than one would have expected from the girl who once considered a life as a nun. Amon first tensed, gasping, then relaxed with a moan. Robin looked to his face as her mouth tightened around his erection, watching with delight at the expression of sheer pleasure she found. He in turn watched her intently as she willingly attended to his needs. Normally, Robin would have become embarrassed by his staring, but today, she was inexplicably aroused by the control she wielded over her lover. Breaking off, Robin ran her tongue around the tip of Amon's erection, then reached down to lick from the base to its head. Amon squirmed below her, wanting more. Robin obligingly took him into her mouth again, hearing Amon gasp again above her. She quickened her actions, sucking harder as she built up speed, ignoring when Amon called her name urgently. The other times Robin had attempted oral sex, she had always stopped close to the last moment. Today, however, she had no intentions of doing so.

"Robin," Amon began, "you should...stop...now � oh God, oh �"

In her peripheral vision, Robin could make out Amon squeezing his eyes shut, hear the moans issuing from his mouth along with the feeling of him releasing into her mouth. Had she not been so absorbed with pleasuring him, Robin most likely would have been conscious of the rather unpleasant taste flooding her senses, but she continued, content with causing her lover so much pleasure. In another moment, it was over, and Amon lay gasping on the bed, eyes still closed. Robin curled up beside Amon's body, feeling his chest heave below her own. His heart pulsed beneath the skin.

"Are you going to release me now?" Amon asked lowly, still panting. At length, he opened his eyes half-way and gazed at the ceiling.

Robin sat upright and twirled a finger lightly over his chest, smiling sweetly. "I'm not finished with you yet."

Amon paused, frowning at her. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean," she whispered as she lifted her finger to trail along his cheek, "is that I still have more that I want to do to you."

"You do?" he asked blankly. "This is surprising. It's unlike you to be so forward."

Robin glared at Amon, a pouty look crossing her face. "Would you prefer I stop then?"

"You can do whatever you want."

He shifted his hands still captured in the handcuffs and alternately grasped and released the railing.

"Is something wrong, Amon?" Robin asked with a look of concern.

Shifting again, he began to answer. "I think I'm losing circulation in my arms. I don't remember this happening with Touk�" Amon cringed as soon as the words escaped his mouth.

Robin sat beside him, mouth slightly agape, a completely stunned look etched into her face. In an instant, her expression darkened as she picked up the whip lying discarded on the far side of the bed and gave Amon a sharp whack across his chest. His eyes flew open in surprise and gave a small cry of pain. Robin leaned over to him, her face serious as she gazed into his worried steel eyes.

"I don't think I'm finished with you just yet," Robin whispered forebodingly in Amon's ear, the fear in his eyes not abating, but rather increasing with her words. She extended her tongue and gently caressed his earlobe. From the corner of her eye, Robin watched Amon's expression glaze over. Emboldened, she repositioned herself and began to nibble his ear gently. Robin switched to his neck, slowly kissing a trail over Amon's chest and down his side. Jerking from the ticklious touch of her mouth, Amon attempted to squirm away.

"Are you trying to get away from me?" she taunted into his side as she paused from her kissing.

"N-no, it's not that," Amon grimaced. "I'm just, ah, overstimulated."

"I never would have guessed, Amon," she whispered, her hand trailing over his leg then moving back upwards along his inner thigh. Amon bit his lip as her hand once again connected with his length. Robin became encouraged by his response.

"I want to feel you inside me." At once, she felt his erection twitch in her hand at her words. Robin let her fingers gently trail from its head down to the base, smiling inwardly as he exhaled in anticipation. She repositioned herself so that she straddled his waist, then leaned forward to kiss Amon, her hands running down his arms to cradle his neck. Robin slipped her tongue into his mouth, feeling his own rising to meet the intrusion. Slowly, she pushed herself onto his waiting arousal, Amon moaning against her mouth at the sensation of her warm, silky body encasing him. Robin kissed him quickly with a smile, then sat upright, bracing herself with her knees on either side of his body. Using her hands on Amon's chest as support, she began to push her body hard onto him.

As Robin continued to satisfy them both, Amon grew inevitably restless with their positioning, straining against his binds. Robin pointedly ignored his plight, taking immense pleasure that she, for once, controlled the encounter. She leaned forward, continuing to push herself down as far as she could against him as kissed his neck. Beneath her, she could feel Amon growl in frustration as he squirmed away from her insistent mouth. Robin gave a small laugh and pushed back up into a sitting position. She could feel she was close � very close � and languidly shut her eyes, waiting for that moment to overwhelm her senses.

"Robin." Amon's voice cut through her concentration, startling her with its severe intensity. It was enough to make her actually stop herself mid-thrust and stare down at her lover in surprise. His eyes burned with a fierce fire that almost mimicked her own. "Un-cuff me, now."

Surprised at the gruffness of his voice, Robin fumbled around in the corset for the key. No sooner had her trembling fingers unlocked the handcuffs, did Amon have her face down atop the bed, fingers ripping frantically at the laces of the corset. She turned her head to look over her shoulder, quite indignant that he would undo her hard work so easily.

"Do you know how long that took me to � hey!" Before Robin could finish her sentence, she found herself stripped of the corset and on her back, staring face up at the ceiling light. Propping herself up on her elbows, she glared down at Amon. He barely paid her heed as he attempted to ascertain how to remove the garter and boots. He soon grew frustrated and rolled Robin over with a shove.

"Get up on your knees," Amon ordered, moving to stand on the floor beside the bed and pointing to the edge of the aforementioned item. Robin obediently moved towards the side of the mattress and turned away, grumbling as she did so.

"I thought I was supposed to be in charge, today," she muttered.

"If you wanted to remain in charge, you shouldn't have released me," Amon countered brusquely as he pushed Robin forward until her hands were also on the bed. He quickly positioned himself behind her, then plunged into her fully.

Robin startled as the length of Amon entered her; this time the gasp escaping her lips. Her eyes drifted shut as Amon grasped her hips and deftly thrust himself into her. She had to admit that there was a reason she usually allowed him to assume control of the love-making sessions. Quite frankly, Amon was a God when the subject of sex came up. Before Robin could ponder the multiple ironies of that statement, the tip of his erection hit just the right spot. Immediately, she came hard, crying out in her native tongue from the pleasure. The upper part of her body collapsed into the bed and she buried her face in the bedspread. From behind, she could hear Amon's breath coming closer, a small moan intermittently released between. Finally, a larger moan reverberated through the room and Amon gave a thrust, orgasming. Robin could feel him flow through her as he came, the sensation warm and soothing. He gave one last thrust and pulled out. Robin let her legs collapse beneath her as Amon fell onto the bed beside her. They remained in comfortable silence, allowing their breath and heart rates to return to normal.

"Well, that wasn't bad for your first time," Amon commented finally, amusement tingeing his voice.

Robin's mouth fell downward and she pushed his hand from her forehead. His expression changed to one of worry as he stared at her. Poutily, she turned her back on him.

"You make it sound like I'm a virgin or something," she began. "I can like...sex...as much as you."

His arm was around her then, pulling her back against his sweaty chest. "I know you do," he whispered reassuringly in her ear. "But, you have enough difficulty saying the word 'sex' much less taking control in the bedroom."

Robin flushed and bit her lip, knowing he spoke the truth. She rolled over and buried her face into his chest, relaxing as his hand came up to stroke her hair.

"I didn't seem stupid, did I?" Robin raised her head, green eyes full of fear of how he would answer.

Amon smiled faintly and kissed her nose. "Why would you think that?" he asked lowly.

If Robin hadn't already been fully satisfied from the activities of the day, she would have easily become aroused from the sound of his voice. It was the tone that she recognized was meant only for her ears.

"How could I ever find an offering of sex from you stupid?" Amon continued.

"I guess you're right," she answered finally, blushing as she leaned up to give him a small kiss. Robin settled back into his arms, sighing contentedly. Sometimes, she couldn't believe that after everything they had been through, that they had finally taken their relationship to the next level. Too many times it had felt that they would always remain two people wanting, but never anything more. Robin heaved another sigh, knowing that she would never have to worry about that ever again.

"Robin?" Amon's questioning voice brought her thoughts back to the present. "You aren't getting melodramatic on me, are you?"

Robin frowned in annoyance. She had secretly wondered for quite some time if Amon's power of mind-reading had awakened and he had never bothered to tell her. As if to test this hypothesis of hers, Robin suddenly sat up, scrambling towards the head of the bed. Amon's vice-grip landed upon her hips as she struggled towards the whip. Unfortunately for Robin, Amon's arms were much longer than hers and though he was farther behind, he still managed to push the whip through the space between the headboard and the mattress and off the bed. It landed with a clatter on the floor beneath. Not one to be easily deterred, Robin squirmed out of Amon's grasp and dove towards the head of the bed. Her hand was partially under the headboard when strong hands began their relentless tickling assault on her waist, eliciting a particularly loud squeal from her lips. Instinctively, the hand still lodged under the headboard jerked upwards, painfully connecting with the wall in the process.

"Oww!" she hollered in pain between peals of laughter. "Stop, stop!"

Glancing up, Amon's amused face filled her view. She pushed him away in annoyance and sat up, rubbing her pained elbow. Amon knelt before her, his face sobering.

"Are you alright?"

"Have you awakened, Amon?" she asked sullenly.

"What?" he asked incredulously. "Are you serious? Why wouldn't I tell you if I had awakened?"

"Because you don't want me to know you can read my thoughts!" Robin blurted out, feeling childish at her accusation.

Amon stared at her moment, unable to comprehend what she had said. "Is that what this is about? You think I can read your mind?" Amon had to consciously restrain himself from laughing by this point at the ludacrisy of the suggestion. "Robin," he began carefully, "you have always been easy to read. One doesn't need to have a telepathic craft of a witch to know what's going on in your head."

Leaning forward, Amon took Robin's injured elbow into his hands, rubbing the red spot carefully to alleviate the pain. She looked hesitantly into his loving and reassuring eyes, her anger and humiliation abating.

"If I ever awaken, Robin, you will be the first to know," he said seriously.

Not knowing how to respond after her strange outburst, Robin dropped her eyes to Amon's hands caressing her arm.

"I know," she whispered at length. Another idea occurred suddenly and she cast an inquisitive eye upon Amon. "Did you...like what I was wearing today?"

"Yes I did, very much, actually." Amon shifted in the bed until his back rested against the headboard. He motioned to Robin to come over. Obediently, Robin moved into his arms, leaning her head against his chest.

"I-is that your taste?" she persisted.

"Well...I guess you could say that it is," Amon replied carefully, his words coming more slowly.

Robin lay against his chest, digesting this information, then pulled back suddenly. A cute frown fell over her face.

"How would Doujima know what you would like?" she asked suspiciously.

Amon's hands dropped from Robin's arms to the bed. "Is there some sort of insinuation there?"

Averting her eyes, Robin gazed focused on the bedspread pattern. "Well, no..."

Amon took her hands in his own and leaned forward to look into Robin's eyes. "You know how I said you are easy to read?" Robin nodded her head. "I suspect that I am also easy to read. You just don't have a lot of experience that Doujima undoubtedly has in this area." Amon paused. "Do you understand, Robin?"

She returned a look that said she was mulling over the information, then brightened. "I understand that you don't like the idea of your brother sleeping with Doujima," she replied with a broad smile.

Immediately, Amon's face darkened. "But, it's dangerous for him to be involved with her �"

With a small laugh, Robin cut him off with a kiss. "Don't worry Amon," she whispered. "I'm sure it will be okay."

Amon nodded grudgingly at Robin, then rolled her beneath him, pinning her to the bed and kissing her gently. She looked up shyly to him.

"Do you think everything will work out for us, too?" she asked cautiously. He shifted his gaze to look through the window, pausing to consider their circumstances. His eyes returned to her.

"Yes."

"Really?" she responded, her eyes brightening at the thought of their future life. Her expression changed to one of confusion as the sound of a metallic clinking resounded through the room. Confused, she stared at her left hand, finding it cuffed to the bed. "What is this?" she exclaimed, futilely pulling against her restraint.

Triumphant, Amon dangled the key before her just out of her reach. "It seems that you haven't learned everything from me yet." Angrily, Robin attempted to swipe the key from Amon until he grew bored of taunting her and instead placed it on the far end of the bed.

"There's only one way I'll let you go," he said seductively as he hand ran along her thigh. She stared incredulously at him.

"You're still not satisfied?"

"Well, I suppose I am a little exhausted by what happened earlier, but if we take it slow, I'm sure we'll both get something out of it," he murmured persuasively

Passively, Robin allowed Amon to kiss her. Amon's attention shifted to her breasts, taking one newly erect nipple into his mouth, the tip of his tongue teasing the peak. His mouth raised upwards, meeting her lips. Robin ran her hands over his hair and caressed his face. Amon froze, his mouth still against hers, then pushed back and took a hold of her left hand. He looked accusingly back to Robin. She smiled back innocently.

"You should know by now that a simple pair of hand cuffs are not sufficient to restrain me." Robin inclined her head towards the headboard.

Amon's gazed followed to the spot indicated behind him, his face becoming amused as he took in the still smoldering and melted handcuffs attached to the headboard. From the other room, the sound of a phone ringing echoed throughout the small flat, startling the two.

"I should get that," Robin said as she sat up and quickly scrambled across the bed.

"Leave it," Amon ordered, grasping her wrist before she could fully leave.

Robin tossed a surprised glance over her shoulder. "But it could be Nagira or Doujima."

"I doubt it," he replied casually. "Besides," he continued, "we weren't finished here yet."

Robin looked through the doorway towards the sound of the still ringing phone, then back to the expectant face of her lover, deciding to stay with the latter. Wordlessly, she climbed into his lap and nuzzled her face against his chest.

"Now, let's figure out to take these boots off," Amon announced. Robin giggled and leaned forward, unclasping each buckle.

Amon watched her carefully. "I love you, Robin."

Caught off guard by the change in his demeanor, she glanced up in surprise. "I love you, too, Amon," she returned with a smile. "Everything will work out for us, don't you think?" she asked again.

He smiled faintly. "I do," he answered reassuringly. He paused, his expression turning mysterious. "And I agree, Robin, I am a God in bed."

Robin froze, her fingers stopped in the middle of unfastening a buckle. Her eyes shot to his face in utter shock.

"Did I say something?" Amon asked innocently.

The end.
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