Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Respect the 'Eve' ❯ Chapter 5

It was the middle of the afternoon, the Heat of the day had heated up the Factory to a scorching level. Without a working air conditioner, the stagnant air had became heavy with not only the heat, but the mugginess. It just felt like the air weighed many times more than it actually did.

Amon felt the heat so much, he had shed his long trademark coat and his black shirt, opting to just wear a white tank-top under his gun holster. He could feel his sweat dripping down under were his gun rested on his ribs, He just wiped his brow, as he tried not to think on it any, noting the dust in th air was sticking to him.

He moved to the back part of the building to check on the girl in the offices, hoping she was finding this heat more bearable than he was.

He peeked in the doorway, and looked for the young tawny girl.

Robin was sitting there in a very light sun dress, reading as magazine she had probably found somewhere. He swallowed hard, as she sat there. What he saw , was not the young girl he had first been partnered with.

Robin's sundress was thin and form fitting, it's light peachy pink color matching well with her light skin tone of her shoulder and neckline underneath the spaghetti strap The dress was thin, and he could almost see right through it to some extent because of her heavy sheen of sweat. He noticed she was wearing not really much under it, as the shadows were tantalizingly beautiful without showing it right off. He swallowed hard, as he beheld the girl.

Her profile he saw her from was amazing. Her smooth skin glowed with the perspiration, making it seem like she was literally radiant. His eyes traced the soft angles of her shoulder, then down her thin body. Her sleek body was perfectly accented by the clinging material she had on, her small but very firm looking breasts were jutting out, the curves making him sweat differently than from the heat of the place. Her bare legs that sloped out from under the small dress, were long and very tantalizingly angular, giving her the longness of a runway model.

Amon took a long deep breath, as he had to admit that six months had turned this young girl into nearly a woman. He was captivated with the girl, but disgusted with himself for even thinking it.

He shook his head and turned, leaving the girl to her reading, wanting to just get himself away from this young goddess. His carnal thoughts were needing to be expunged, as he scolded himself for even thinking of such nonsense, yet that image stayed with him as he went to have another smoke.

Robin had seen the man look in to the room, yet had tried hard not to look over. She blushed, as she had taken a little peek at the long haired man from the corner of her eyes.

The muscle shirt he wore was very form tight, showing off his broad shoulders and thick muscular chest. The man's thin waist and very thick arm made him look like the statue of 'the athlete', one large marble statue she had seen in Rome years ago. He looked even more gorgeous than the statue did, and she had noticed the resemblance. His broad shoulder actually made her feel weak, and her breath start to speed up.

She blushed, as the man had made her feel strange, Her body tingled when she saw him, and she felt her hear race just a little more. She blushed a little more, and tried to go back to reading. She just was glad in a way when he left again, yet there was a tinge of sadness too. She went back to reading, as her mind was now feeling very confused with whatever that feeling was that warmed her.

Amon was in the front part of the factory, looking out of the window. Taking a long inhale of his smoke, he had sat there for a long time, trying to get Robin's form out of his mind. That was easier said than it was done. All his mind could do, was have the vision of the pretty crafter placed squarely in his mine.

He finally had his mind push out the ravishing picture when noticed the large silver car entering the compound that surrounded the factory. He smiled and chuckled low in his chest, the flashy auto belonged to his brother, who was probably dropping off their meal for the evening. He snuffed, and hoped that the man had brought at least a cold beer or two to stop this heat, and occupy his mind for a time.

The tall man strode in, take-out food in hand. He grinned broadly as Amon met him.

" Hot enough for ya?" He drawled, chuckling low.

" I hope you have something cold in there..." Amon said, rolling his eyes at his brother.

Nagira handed Amon a six pack of imported beer in response to his asking.

" Still without a funny bone, aren't ya?" He said.

Amon just shrugged and led the man back into the recesses of the building.

Robin came out of the offices, and smiled. She had already heard Nagira's distinctive voice and came out to greet him. Nagira looked at the sundress clad girl and grinned.

" You look pretty as a picture." He complemented, setting the bags of food on one of the crates.

" Thank you..." Blushed Robin, her eyes not on the tall lawyer, but on Amon.

Nagira could not help but notice that Amon was not looking at the girl, actually having his head turned as the craft girl stood close to him. He saw his brother actually looking nervous. He just snuffed, thinking on just what was happening. He seemed to have a clue to it.

The two sat down and started to eat the fare that the man had brought, Nagira just cracked open on of the beers and sat down with them.

The lawyer watched the two carefully, looking at their body language and other little and very subtle clues he could see. Small glances and ever the way the sat next to one another was telling a tale in itself.

Robin finished first, scarfing down her portion rather quickly. She stood up and excused herself, heading back to the offices. The two men just stayed in the relative gloom of the work floor.

Amon looked at his brother, steely dark eyes searching for something.

" No word yet on any more information?" He asked curtly.

" My informants will be filling me in here soon..." Nagira replied. " Then, I will make sure you know."

" Good!" Amon said, lighting a smoke.

Nagira leaned forward, also lighting up and looked right at his brother.

" I've got something to ask you now."

" Me?" Questioned the dark haired man, surprised at his brother's changing things around.

Nagira did not waist time.

" What is going on here?" He asked.

" Going on?" Amon echoed. With a wrinkle of his brow.

" Between you and Robin." He said, in his usual bluntness.

" What the hell?" Asked Amon, his voice wavering a little.

The thin man leaned on a crate next to him, and looked right into the broader man's face.

" I have seen you do something, you normally do not... be nervous." He said. " You actually do not look right at Robin, but it is not ignoring." He said, the grinned. " Love, perhaps?"

Amon said nothing, and just looked at his brother. Nagira peered into his face, and the a wry smile flashed across his face.

" Your falling in love with Robin... aren't you..." The man said.

" She's sixteen." Flatly said Amon.

" So.. Does love see that?" Nagira pointed out. " I see your body language, I think I am on to it. You have never shown emotions well, but I can see your affinity for Robin is strong."

" Do you think I love Robin..." Asked Amon, his words suddenly trailed off.

" Yes." Nagira said flatly.

" I am not going to discuss this." Said Amon back, breaking his eye contact with the thin man.

The long haired man cracked open a beer and downed half of it in one pull. Nagira just dropped the subject. He knew he was right on the money, and by the way Robin had been sneaking looks at Amon, the feelings were most likely the same for the girl, but her youth made it difficult for Robin to express. Trying to point out what he saw more right now, would not be productive. Lighting a smoke, he joined Amon in being silent.

Nagira just sat there with his beer, and watched his brother brood away. He just downed his drink in about ten minutes and went to meet with is sources to check on all of this information. What ever was between these two, would work it way out and in the open. If it was love, no amount of denial would make it go away.

Amon just stayed in the open area of the Textile Factory, downing a few more beers over the next hours. He seemed to be thinking, as he watched the darkness grow around him as night fell outside.

Amon sat for the longest time after Nagira had left. He had drank four beers while he sat contemplating his brother's words. He was angered with his older sibling, yet, he could not totally dismiss the man either. He looked at his wristwatch, and saw it was nearly ten by then. He stood up, needing to check up on the girl.

In the office, he found Robin already asleep on her cot. It seemed she had been reading an old yellowed newspaper, and fallen asleep in doing so. He saw one of her legs had fell off of the cot, dangled over the cot side. He moved to where she slept.

He looked down at the young girl's face, her smooth skin was shiny from the thin sheen of sweat from the heat. He watched her for a moment, gazing at her sleeping face before leaning over and lifting her leg back on the cot.

The hem of her sundress slipped to her waist a little bit when Amon lifted the girl's leg. The matching panties of her sundress she wore came into view, to peek out from under the dress. He froze for a second, as he saw the place where her legs intersected to her body, damp with sweat it clung to the curves and ridges of her developing womanhood hidden underneath. He felt himself sweating more once, this time a little more than he had been.

He smiled for a moment, then felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him, and he put the leg down. With reverence, he moved the dress back down over the peeking panties, giving back her modesty. He stood there for a few moments more, looking at the sleek young woman, then hurried himself out of the room.

He lit a smoke for himself and walked into the working area, not exactly knowing just what to do with himself. His brother's words were now beginning to replay in his mind.

He found a spot to sit, on a crate pushed up against a wall, so he could lean up against that barrier. He just sat there, eyes closed, hopping to grab his version of a cat nap for a while, yet his mind now was filled with the image of the young girl and Nagira's words.

He seemed to be pondering his own feelings with al of that, knowing that his brother had hit it on the head. Even though he would not let himself feel what he was feeling, he had to admit to himself... he was falling in love with the tawny haired beauty that slept in the office. He shook his head.

" I cant let myself be like this..." He said to himself. " This is wrong."

Amon just closed his eyes harder and took a long breath in. For the first time in his life, he did not even know what to do. He opened the last beer he had left, and sat there in the dark, trying not to think. He sipped on it, listening to the odd sounds that came with the factory draped in the shroud of night.