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Reality's Dream

Robin sighed as she looked out the window again before returning to her work on her computer. When it had started raining earlier that morning, there had been hope that it would have stopped by now. But, now it was almost time to go home, and the rain had yet to stop coming down in sheets. If she drove her Vespa home that night, she would get sick for sure. And she couldn't call Touko because her roommate was out of town on business until late tomorrow afternoon.

Maybe she could ask one of her co-workers for a ride home that night. But that presented the problem of getting to work the next morning.

Sighing once again, Robin turned her attention back to her work before Kosaka noticed her lack of activity and gave her yet another lecture. Focusing once again on her computer screen, Robin went back to her assignment of trying to find any leads on a new case the STN-J had just received.

Nearly an hour later, Robin glanced around and saw that almost everyone else had left already. Only Michael and Amon remained, and Michael was always at the office, so that didn't count. Glancing out the window, she noticed it was still raining. With a heavy sigh, she stood up and prepared to leave. As she walked past Amon towards the door, he stood up and followed immediately after her.

Once they reached the parking garage, Amon stepped past Robin, muttering a quiet `follow me' as he led the way to his car parked next to Robin's Vespa. Slipping into the driver's side of his car, Amon started the car up and sat there while he waited for the young fire user to slide into the passenger side.

The ride to Robin's apartment was spent in silence, both occupants of the car deep in thought. Neither wanted to break the peaceful silence. And neither wanted to venture to start a conversation about what they both really wanted to talk about. But they were both uncertain how the other would react, so they kept silent, pushing their emotions to the side.

Amon pulled to a stop at the curb outside Robin's apartment complex and looked up to the familiar window of Robin and Touko's shared apartment. Blinking and shaking his head, he looked again at the window and saw the fluttering curtain.

Reaching over, he stopped Robin from exiting the car, his eyes still glued to the still moving curtain.

"Touko is out of town, isn't she," Amon asked, his voice calm.

"Yes. She won't be back until tomorrow, at the earliest," Robin replied, confusion clear in her voice.

"I'm going up there with you. I think I saw someone in the window," Amon told her as he moved to exit the car, letting go of her arm so that she could get out as well.

Robin nodded as she got out of the car and followed closely behind Amon as he went up to the door.

They both quickly made their way up to Robin's apartment door, which she unlocked, letting Amon go in first. They quickly moved through the apartment, checking every room, and behind every door, but found no one there. Amon and Robin entered the main room at the same time and looked to the large windows at the end of the apartment.

"Robin, did you leave that window open when you left this morning," Amon asked, moving towards the window to check outside.

"No. It was closed. They all were," she said as she walked up behind him.

Not seeing anyone outside, he closed and locked the window, then went to check the others.

A shudder ran down Robin's back at the thought of someone she didn't know being in her apartment just moments before she had gotten there. It was clear that she didn't want to know what would have happened to her had the weather permitted her to ride her Vespa home.

Having seemingly shaken off the disturbing thoughts, Robin turned to watch Amon as he moved from room to room, presumably making sure all the windows were locked, before moving to the door, and engaging the locks there.

Having finally made a full sweep of the apartment, Amon put his gun away and moved into the kitchen.

"Robin, sit down."

Amon's command brought Robin's attention to Amon, and she realized she had been pacing about the apartment. A weary sigh passed through her lips as she slipped her coat off her shoulders and hung it up before sitting on the couch. Her attention was finally drawn to Amon's movements in her kitchen, and she was about to get up and see what he was doing, but was stopped by his voice again.

"Stay."

"What are you doing," she asked quietly, trying to peer around his body to see the stove beyond. She looked rather surprised when he turned around with a tray in his hands, everything for a good cup of tea set out on it, along with two cups. She watched as he walked towards the couch, tray in hand. Robin watched in amazement as he sat next to her, and then proceeded to pour them each a cup of the fragrant tea.

"Here. Drink this. It will calm your nerves," Amon said as he handed her one of the cups. He slipped out of his coat before he picked up his own cup.

Both of them sat in a rigid silence while they drank their tea. Robin had just set her empty cup down on the tray when the lights in the apartment flickered for a few seconds before going completely out. Her nerves were obviously still on end from the invasion of her apartment, and the lights going merely served to rattle her further, which caused Robin to latch onto Amon's arm with a startled squeak.

Amon simply set his cup down and moved the now empty hand to rest on her head, shushing her lightly while his fingers lightly moved over her hair. At a whimper from the girl, he nearly flinched, knowing she had to be frightened by the very recent events.

"Hush. The power just went out because of the storm," he said in a surprisingly soft tone.

Robin took a deep breath and looked up at the man she was still clinging to. "Amon," she said, her voice a whisper on the wind, but due to their close proximity, he heard her. Before he could respond though, she continued. "Would you stay the night with me," she asked, her voice becoming more breathy with each word, the true meaning behind her words plain for all to see.

It was obvious that Amon was battling with his emotions, and for a while it almost looked like he would say no, but when he opened his mouth to respond, all that escaped him was a shaky yes.

Without warning, Robin placed her hands on Amon's shoulders and raised herself up and pressed her lips against Amon's.

That was all Amon needed. His hand that was still cradling her head moved to remove the ribbons from her hair, allowing the wheat colored locks to cascade down over her shoulders. Freeing his other arm from her grasp, he moved his hand up to the back of her head, using it to angle her head, giving him more better access as he tried to coax her mouth open.

Her hair now free of the ribbons that usually bound it, Amon dug his fingers into her hair, luxuriating in the silken texture of her locks. Obviously not wanting to overwhelm his inexperienced partner, he pulled back a short moment after Robin had opened her mouth to him and rained small kisses on her cheeks and jaw bone. After a few minutes of this, Amon pulled away from her almost completely and looked her in the eye.

"Are you sure you want this," he asked, slightly out of breath.

"Yes," Robin whispered before she pressed her lips to his once again, slanting her opened lips against his once again. She moved her arms to wrap around his neck, so that the two soon to be lovers were pressed more firmly against each other.

Pulling away abruptly, Amon looked at her once again. "Bedroom," he said panting, before he pressed a quick kiss to her lips.

"Huh," Robin asked after Amon pulled away again, her mind clearly fuzzy.

"Where's your bedroom?"

"Down the hall, on the left," she mumbled, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck and pressing open-mouthed kisses to his jaw.

Amon picked her up bridal style and carried her down the hall and through the door Robin pointed him towards. He closed the door with his foot and set Robin on her feet. He placed his hands on either side of her face and leaned his forehead against hers.

He watched as Robin's arms slid down his shoulders until her fingers slid over the first button on his shirt. His eyes followed the movements of her nimble fingers as they released each button from their hole until the last button was free of its constraints. Her soft fingers slipped underneath the fabric, caressing the skin of Amon's chest as she slid her hands up, pushing the material off his body.

They both watched as the discarded shirt fell slowly to the floor, almost as if in slow motion. Once the shirt had settled on the ground, Amon looked back up at Robin, his fingers moving to remove her clothing from her body.

After a short minutes work, he had the first layer of her dress removed, and soon after, another pair of hands joined his in removing the clothing from Robin's small body. Soon, Robin stood in just her undergarments and Amon stood there staring at her in apparent awe.

His right hand came up to cup her cheek and he leaned in close to her. Amon's thumb caressed the smooth skin beneath it, his eyes glued to her pale skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight.

"You're so beautiful," Amon whispered as he leaned closer still, his nose brushing against hers.

He allowed his lips to drop the last little distance to her mouth and kissed her once again. But it wasn't like their kisses from the couch. Those were hurried, almost frightened. Now he took his time to caress and love her mouth as he would do later with the rest of her body. His hands softly glided over her skin, coming to a rest on her hips. His tongue slipped from his mouth and against Robin's moist lips, coaxing her to open up for him.

Her mouth opened on a small gasp and Amon's tongue slipped into her mouth, finding her tongue, rubbing against it as he tasted her. His hands moved up her back, coming to a momentary stop at her bra while he undid the clasp, freeing her breasts from their constraints.

His hands followed the material around her body, until it slipped off her shoulders, her arms dropping momentarily to allow the bra to slip free from her body. His hands tentatively came around to gently cup her breasts, watching for any negative reaction from the fire user. Seeing none, his hands began massaging her pliant flesh, his fingers gently tweaking her nipples.

His mouth left hers, allowing them both some air, his hands still teasing her nipples. His head moved to her chest, his hands dropping down to her waist, taking her right nipple into his mouth, suckling at the pliant flesh. His teeth nibbled on her nipple, gently tugging on the soft mound by the sensitive peak.

Robin gasped at the soft tugs, raising her hands to tangle in his long, black hair, pulling his head closer to her body. "Amon," her soft voice squeaked out in response to yet another tug of her nipple as his hand came up from her waist to tweak her other nipple.

Amon pulled his mouth from her nipple with a slight plop, then gently blew on it before switching her other nipple, bringing his other hand up to tend to the now neglected nipple while his hand that had been massaging her left nipple traveled around her back, pressing her towards him. After laving her breast with his tongue for a minute, his tongue formed a suction around her nipple, pulling it from her body with his mouth.

Robin moaned and nearly fell over. An odd look crossed her face, and she glanced between the bed and Amon. "Amon," she said, panting slightly. When he glanced up at her from his position practically worshiping her breasts, she became noticeably nervous. "T-t-t-the b-b-bed," was all she could get out.

Removing his mouth from her left mound, Amon looked up at the bed and then back down at Robin. Almost smiling, he bent down a bit, nuzzling her cheek with his nose before he placed a few gentle kisses there. "Don't worry. We will get there soon enough."

"Right," Robin breathed out shakily.

Amon merely shook his head at her. "You need to relax, my little bird," he told her.

"Little bird," she asked curiously.

"Yes. Right now you're like a little bird in a cage. So very beautiful, but also very stressed. Just relax. I won't do anything you don't want me to," Amon told her, brushing his fingers through her hair gently.

Robin nodded and smiled at Amon as she leaned up and kissed him once again. Pulling back, she looked him in the eye. "I don't think there is anything you could do to me right now that I wouldn't want you to," she told him, her hands moving to tug on the waistband of his pants.

Amon smiled as she began to undo his pants, her hands brushing against his stomach with each movement of her hands. His pants fell to the floor, releasing his raging hard-on.

Robin raised an eyebrow and looked up at him. "No underwear," she asked, sounding a little shocked.

Amon shook his head, pulling Robin back to him for another kiss, the only thing separating them now being her panties, which his hands moved to remove. His hands roved over the newly exposed skin, coming to a rest on her butt. Amon lifted Robin up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, his hard manhood getting trapped between them and being stimulated as he walked to the bed. Amon laid Robin on the bed and followed her down, laying between her spread thighs.

"Are you ready," he asked, positioning his tip at her wet entrance. At her nod, he pushed forward, burying his length deep inside her, feeling her hymen give away to him. Once he was in, he stayed completely still, not wanting to hurt her.

"Are you alright," Amon asked, his concern for her well-being clearly evident in his voice and on his face.

Robin nodded. "It doesn't hurt as bad as I thought it would," she told him, lifting her hips up against his.

Amon nodded and started to move, slowly drawing his length out before driving back in. He started a steady rhythm, Robin meeting him thrust for thrust.

Her hands moved to his back, helping to urge him on, to move faster, to go deeper. She moaned loudly and tossed her head back, arching her hips and back into him on a particularly deep thrust.

Amon leaned his head down and captured her lips in a soul-searing kiss as he picked up his speed once again. He felt her walls convulse around his length, signally her climax, triggering his own as his manhood throbbed, shooting his seed deep in her womb.

They stayed still for a moment, caught in the bliss of orgasm, each breathing hard, eyes closed as they came down from the orgasmic high they had just reached together.

Amon pulled his length from Robin's slick sheath and rolled to her side, laying on his back, pulling Robin to his side. They nestled together, pulling the blanket over them, and fell blissfully asleep.

~*~

The lone occupant of the bed suddenly sat up, panting, a hand raised to their chest to cover their heavily beating heart. They looked around the room, realizing the fact that they were alone. Flopping back against the mattress, their hand stretching out to their side, feeling the cool, empty bed beside them.

With a sigh, they rolled over onto their side, pulling the covers up to their chin, once again feeling the emptiness deep inside that always came after one of those dreams. Burying their head deep within the fluffy depths of the covers, the same as they buried the pain.

Rolling over to their other side, they curled up into a fetal position, pulling the covers over their head, and slowly drifted back to sleep, the hope that the rest of the night would not be plagued by more dreams easing them back into a restful slumber.

The End

End A/N: I wrote this in the manner I did to purposely create confusion. I did not want to create many thoughts or feelings that are not really there, hence the whole thing being a dream and the identity of the dreamer left unknown.