Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Of little things ❯ A little talking... ( Chapter 8 )

Robin looked around the place where they were going to be hiding for awhile. It certainly was a change from the last place, a very drastic change..

The place was a very small hotel, on the edges of Tokyo itself. The room they rented had only one seemingly small bed, a very modest bathroom off of the main room and a television that was very diminutive in size. The room was surprisingly clean, noted the young craft-girl, yet it was decorated like it was a throwback to a couple of decades ago. Despite all of that, it seemed to have its own quaintness to it.

Robin put her dufflebag on the floor next to the foot of the bed and looked over to the tall man. He was standing beside the doorway still, his eyes surveying the small space. His mind seemed to be pondering on things.

The man finally looked over to the young girl, his eyes seemingly in thinking mode.

" You will sleep here." Amon said, pointing to the only bed in the room. " I will sleep in the chair over there."

Robin blinked, then shook her head vigorously. Amon cocked his head a little to the side, he seemed a little confused with her emphatic disagreement with him on the sleeping arrangements he had said.

" Until you have heal up, your sleeping in the bed." She said, in her mind she knew this could be another argument starter. " If we have to, we'll just have to share the bed."

For a split moment, Robin saw a odd look in the man's eyes. It was almost a twinkle, as if like he liked the idea of sharing the bed for the remainder of their unknown time here. He blinked his eyes quickly, and she could see that sparkle was gone. That made her wonder just what was going on inside that secretive world he called a mind, but quickly passed it off as her mind playing tricks on her.

Amon grunted slightly, as he looked over at the bed.

" You going to insist on that?" He said.

" Until you heal, I am." Confirmed Robin, a hand on her hip. " That is the way it is going to be."

Amon turned and went to the chair that was in the corner, his eyes held shut. His mind seemed to be battling himself. He just took a deep breath, and looked into the girl's face.

" We will figure a way to do this properly." He said finally, not wanting to argue with the girl.

Robin just nodded, and left it at that. It was a small victory for her, knowing that he hated people nursing him. She just knew, he needed to be nursed for a little while longer. She turned on the small tv set and sat down on the bed's edge to watch something.

Amon just sat down on the chair that was in the corner of the room. He seemed to be moving slower than usual, as the pain was now hitting him. He looked down at his clothing, and it was still stained with all of the bug entrails when he was rolling around trying to get them off of him. He looked over at his young charge, and could see that young Robin was also covered in the yellowish goop from the battle with the bug-witch too. They must have been a sight checking in, but the seediness of this area of hotels, they were passed off as just something to ignore and forget off hand.

Seeing the man looking her up and down from where he sat, Robin looked herself over, and sighed.

" Who is going to use the shower first?" She said, her body now wanting to get clean as fast as she could have. " I'll clean our clothes in the tub afterwards for us."

" I am not picky... Guess I will then." Spoke up te tall man.

Amon took off his shirt, throwing it off and on to the bed. Robin helped the man unwrap his bandages. She smiled at the man as she worked, but her eyes seemed to be riveted on the man's well defined musculature of his body. She blushed, and just finished the job as soon as she could. Her interest with the man's body being held in check, but definitely not ignored.

Amon stood up and went to the bathroom. He went in and closed the door, after a long look at the girl.

Robin busied herself with getting some more bandages out of her dufflebag for wrapping up his wounds after the man had finished with his shower, grateful that Amon's friend had given them some extra to tend to the stubborn man. She could hear the water running in the bathroom and smiled.

Fifteen minutes later, Amon came strolling out of the bathroom. He was clad only in a towel that was wrapped around his waist, his hair was wet and fell straight down passed his shoulders a little. He seemed actually quite relaxed as he came out of the steaming room, it seemed that the shower had done him some good.

Robin looked at the almost nude man and found herself blushing profusely. She was drawn to him in this state. His large chest and stocky build made her think of things that she should not have. Visions of his naked form bounced in her head, of him holding her and kissing her passionately.

She felt herself becoming very bashful, her face began to feel even hotter as the visions flowed through her mind. She tried to turn her head away a little from looking at him, but she found herself continuing to look at the man in a different light. She found that she could not turn away.

Amon looked at the girl, seemingly not at all shy of his near nakedness in front of the lass.

" Your turn." He said.

" Not until I dress your wounds." She said, her voice quivering a little.

The man sat on the bed, and she started in dressing his half healed wounds. She could smell the soap and the musk he had put on, as it wafted to her. She felt herself shiver, and a feeling of yearning flowed over her, her body tingling in secreted places she never had before. His loins being only covered with a simple towel did not help either.

She tried to compose herself, but the feelings were surprisingly strong. She bit her lip and just made herself begin to wrap the man's chest like she had so many times, but her close proximity of the man was bringing up lustful thoughts deep inside of her. The feeling of his body under her touch was arousing her, and she just tried to fight it.

" These thought... are they wrong or right?" she kept asking herself between trying to push them out of her mind, and having the thoughts

The young lass took a pause to take one long deep breath and continued meticulously tending the wounds on Amon's person. She bit her lip again, and tried to keep her hands from trembling the way they were starting to.

"Now was not the time to go into this romantic interludes" She kept saying the same thing to herself as she worked.

With determination to get over these feelings that badgered her, Robin worked through it and wrapped him up in record time. She had kept her composure, all the while her mind was still swooning with all of theses emotions that crossed her mind. She loved him, that she knew, but all of the lusting for him too was new.

Finished with the bandaging, she hurried to the bathroom and closed the door, needing those thoughts to just go away. She found herself smiling though, and the image in the small mirror over the sink made her realize it.

Amon had come to notice the girl had not said two words to him as she had tended to him. That was a little odd, he thought, but he simply passed it off. He smirked to himself, as he heard the water begin to run in the bathroom. He just relaxed himself a little so he could settle back on the bed to watch a little television.

Amon layed on the bed for a long time, knowing it would take awhile for the girl to wash up and then clean their clothes. He simply passed the time watching a baseball game that was on from Osaka. He was not much of a ball fan, but it did keep his mind occupied.

He needed the distraction right about then, for he was starting to envision the girl in the tub, naked in front of him, her perfect little body layed out and wet in the bath water all for him. Her pert breasts popping out of the water as she layed in the tub, her stomach flat and lean going down into her private area with the waters grip. He found these image in his mind, interestingly enticing.

He shook his head violently, to get the thoughts to stop. They were so clear in his head, he could almost reach out and touch the image of the naked fire-user.

" Stop it!!" He told himself, as the picture of her sleek body was still stuck clearly inside his head. " What in the hell am I doing?"

With all of his willpower, Amon just forced himself concentrate back on the ball game on the television. It was two to one for Osaka, he noted hard, his mind responding but not willingly either. He watched the pitcher wind up, and then the game continued. He clenched his fists beside his body as hard as he could, focusing ever ounce of his fiber on the ball game in progress on the tube.

The game was almost over when Robin came out of the bathroom. Amon casually looked over, upon hearing the door open and the girl step out and into the main area of the room. He felt his whole body stiffen, as he caught sight of his young charge.

The tawny haired teen stood in the doorway, a dulled white towel wrapped around herself. Her goldish brown hair hung down, framing her soft angular face like a picture frame. The towel did cover all the important areas, although just barely, tantalizing parts of skin were still in full view. The sleek curves that were her hips and breasts and her shapely legs were hard to conceal under the terrycloth, as the small package that was her body seemed to have a amazing curves. Amon found himself just staring at the girl, taking in this small beauty in all of her shower wet glory.

He saw her looking at him, and realized that he was staring. He took a deep breath and tried to ignore the young lass's very enticing form.

" Did you have a good bath?" He asked, trying to make his voice not reveal what he was thinking, yet it still wavered a little.

" Yes." She said, her eyes fixed on the man. She seemed to close her eyes for a second for a reason. " I cleaned our clothes and hung them up with all the hangers I could find, they should be dry by morning."

Amon nodded, realizing that they were both going to be practically naked around each other until the clothes were dry. This was a revelation that both excited him, and made him very nervous all in the same sentence. Amon knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, he needed to get himself under control, And fast. His interest in the girl was getting stronger, rather than being pushed away by his mind. He could feel sweat beading on his brow, as he tried to keep himself in check

Robin just moved to the bed and sat down, making sure that her towel did not shift in any way as she moved. She layed herself back on the bed and pulled the cover over herself for extra coverage of her nearly naked form, fixing her eyes straight ahead into the television. She was not a baseball fan either, but she could think of nothing else to do at that moment.

Amon was doing the exact same thing as the girl, training his eyes to look straight in front of himself and the covers pulled over himself. His sweating becoming profuse.

They both layed like that for a very long time, neither one knowing just what was going on in the others minds. They had a hard time trying to figure out just what was going on in their own minds too.