Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Tempest ❯ Tempest ( Chapter 1 )

The following story is based on the series WHR owned by Sunrise and Bandai.

 

My first pr0n! My parents would be horrified. Anyway, bear with me since I'm new at this whole writing thing. This was originally meant to be for FF.Net, but soon realized that it, uh, wouldn't quite be appropriate. It's already up at AFF.Net, but decided I should add here as well.

 

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Robin stood at the window watching the rain descend from the ominous clouds above. Once again she found herself waiting for Amon's return. This was a routine she had grown to know all too well. Over the past three years they had traveled the Japanese countryside moving from place to place. Robin no longer knew what their plan amounted to anymore for their collective futures, nor did she particularly mind not knowing either as long as she was at Amon's side. Lately, the man had taken to his late night excursions far more often leaving Robin to deduce he was conflicted over some matter. Many nights she would awaken to the sound of the front door closing and find herself alone in the dark. Rarely did Robin call attention to his antics, figuring he didn't wish her to know if he took such pains to quietly leave without her notice.

 

Behind her, the door quietly opened and a figure appeared.

 

“You're still awake, I see.”

 

Robin turned her head to the side to regard her partner from the distant past. “I couldn't sleep.”

 

Amon closed the door and made his way to the small table standing near Robin where he discarded the bags he held. He shook out of his wet overcoat and methodically placed it upon the back of a chair. Amon began to sort through the contents of the bags until he found a bottle of vodka and a box of four tumblers. They both had developed a habit of breaking glasses during their time of traveling together.

 

“Any reason you're standing in the dark?” he asked without looking at the now adult woman across from him.

 

She turned to face back out the window. “I was watching the rain.”

 

Amon fought back a sigh. “You should get some rest.”

 

No longer interested in gazing at the night scene, Robin left the window to sit down at one of the chairs at the table. She blinked as Amon gave her a disapproving look before busying himself with preparing a shot.

 

“Is…something wrong, Amon?” she began neutrally, partially confused by his reaction to her presence.

 

Amon paused after taking a sip of his drink, glass perched in his large hand. He could just barely make out her features in the ambient light of the neon advertising signs and street lamps below.

 

“I don't like drinking in front of you.”

 

“You didn't use to mind before.”

 

This time Amon did sigh aloud. “I'm trying to be a better role model for you, especially now that you're older.”

He didn't respond when Robin returned a puzzled look to his explanation.

 

Seeing that her former guardian did not intend to clarify himself further, her attention shifted to the alcohol sitting upon the small table. Robin slowly reached out and fingered the label of the vodka bottle, oblivious that Amon had begun to watch her with a curious expression.

 

“I want to try some,” she said suddenly, slightly startling Amon.

 

“You want to do what?” he asked incredulously. His first instinct was to flatly refuse. However, after a moment of deliberation, he decided that it wouldn't be much harm - in any case, it was highly unlikely that Robin would be enamored of alcohol. Besides, he couldn't ignore the hopeful look etched upon Robin's young face. No matter how much Amon would try to deny this, there would always be a large part of him consumed with wanting to make his young companion happy. Some would have called that love, but love was a subject of which Amon claimed to have no knowledge.

 

Wordlessly, he picked up another tumbler and poured in a small amount of liquor.

 

“I thought you didn't like vodka,” Robin remarked as she watched Amon replace the cap and slide the glass her way.

 

“I don't. It was the only decent thing at the mini-mart on the corner.”

 

Robin gingerly picked up the glass and took a cautious whiff of the contents, face contorting when the rising vapors assaulted her nose. Not one to be deterred, she stubbornly took a sip.

 

Amon nearly burst out laughing when Robin's eyes widened and hastily covered her mouth with a delicate hand, futilely suppressing a coughing fit. He instead settled for a smirk - which he noticed immediately angered Robin.

 

“You find this amusing?” she asked, trying to conceal the disgust on her face.

 

Amon's smirk transformed into a rare genuine smile as he reached into one of the shopping bags and pulled out a bottle of cola. “I also bought some soda for you while I was out. If I add some to your drink it won't be nearly as strong. Here, try again.”

 

Robin hesitantly accepted the glass and took a much smaller sip than before. This time, she barely made a face. “I guess it's not too bad.”

 

They sat with their respective thoughts together in the darkness, enveloped in comfortable silence as they nursed their drinks. The silence that was ever present in their relationship. It had usually been this way between them, though Robin rarely had the impression that her infrequent chatter (if one could call it that) irritated Amon - even in light of the fact that they had lived together for nearly three years. Their ability to wordlessly accept the other was a principal reason for the trust that had developed between them while working at the STN-J.

 

Robin finished her drink and unsteadily pushed it towards Amon. “I'd like another, please.”

 

He gave her an uncertain look before refilling her glass with another mixture of cola and vodka. “I'm not sure this is such a good idea.”

 

“Why? I'm eighteen now.” She gave him a doe-eyed gaze.

 

“You may be an adult, but you're still too young to drink.”

 

Robin set down her drink and focused on a spot on the table with her brows furrowed in confusion. “Do you want me to stop?”

 

Amon waved his hand and shook his head. “No, it's fine. This just shouldn't become a regular occurrence, that's all.”

 

“Okay. Could I have another?” she added.

 

He stared at her a moment before resigning himself to fixing yet another drink for the increasingly tipsy Robin. “Perhaps I should make this one stronger in the hopes that you will be less inclined to drink as much.”

 

The silence resumed. Amon stole a discreet glance at his young companion, attempting to shrug off the feeling that something very inappropriate would occur if the evening kept proceeding at this pace.

 

“I was watching an American movie the other day,” Robin began a little too loudly for the stillness, her speech slightly slurred.

 

“And?” Amon responded, unclear where Robin was leading him.

 

“They were playing a game called Truth or Dare.”

 

“I'm aware of the game.” He gave a pause. “Are you all right, Robin?”

 

“I feel dizzy,” she answered liltingly before unceremoniously plopping her pretty head upon the table.

 

“Maybe you should go to bed now,” Amon gently suggested.

 

Robin snapped her head up in response and narrowed her green eyes at him, jarring her glass as she moved. A little liquid splashed over the side and plopped on the table, fizzing in the sudden exposure. She sloppily pointed a finger at Amon.

 

“You're not going to distract me from what I'm trying to say.”

 

“Oh? And what's that?”

 

“We should play Truth or Dare.”

 

Amon tossed back the rest of his glass and gave her his you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me look. “You're full of surprises tonight. Why do you want to play Truth or Dare?”

 

Robin shrugged. “I don't know. We don't ever talk about ourselves. You also happen to know a lot about me and my past yet I know very little about you.”

 

“I see. If you wish.”

 

“Really?” Robin responded, her face brightening.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Okay. I suppose I should go first then. Truth or Dare?”

 

Amon folded his arms on the table and leaned forward to place his chin on his forearms. “Truth, I guess.”

 

“Hmm. Do you like Nagira?”

 

Amon frowned. “What do you mean?”

 

“You two didn't get along for a very long time yet you both worked together well three years ago at the Factory and you still occasionally communicate with him. Do you like your brother?”

 

“Yes. He is still my blood relative and I also owe him for taking care of you while I was at Solomon Headquarters.”

 

Robin leaned forward to ask an additional question but Amon cut her off before she could start. “You've already asked your question. It's my turn now. Truth or Dare?”

 

“Truth,” she giggled. “You know everything about me anyway.”

 

“Good,” Amon replied as he fixed her with an uncharacteristically eager look. “Do you still believe in God, Robin?”

 

He couldn't have expected a look more full of shock as Robin gaped at him. The glass was gripped so tightly in her hand that Amon momentarily feared it would shatter. His brow furrowed.

 

“You don't have to answer if you don't want. I only asked because I was curious.”

 

She shook her head. “No, it's the rules of this game.” She hesitated a bit as she contemplated how to answer. “I'm not really sure anymore.” She paused again. “That's most likely a no, I suppose.”

 

To her astonishment, Amon leaned forward and placed his hand atop hers. “It's not surprising that you feel this way. You've been through too much for someone so young.”

 

She looked up from the image of their hands together and smiled sadly. “Yes. I suppose this means it's my turn again. Truth or Dare?”

 

Amon removed his hand and sat back in his seat. “Truth.”

 

She chose to avoid his face, focusing instead on her glass. “Do you think I will…lose control of my powers someday?”

 

“No.”

 

At his succinct response, Robin slowly lifted her face to meet her companion's guarded eyes. “Rea -“

 

“You've already asked your question. Which one do you choose?”

 

Robin sighed. “Maybe a dare this time.”

 

“A dare,” Amon repeated slowly, thinking of something suitable. “Drink a shot of vodka.”

 

“What?” she exclaimed.

 

“As you've said yourself, it's the rules of the game.” He smiled deviously as she scowled. “Here's what you do. You drink this glass first and follow it with a larger glass of soda. Stop giving me that insolent look; you are the one who started this game.”

 

“All right,” she said shakily as she reached for the shot of alcohol Amon had prepared with one hand and the glass of cola with the other.

 

“Drink the vodka very quickly,” he seriously reminded, keeping his face nonchalant. Inwardly, however, Amon found himself greatly amused by the situation.

 

Robin sat in her chair gathering courage, her eyes shifting between the two glasses clutched tightly in her hands. She suddenly lifted the glass of vodka to her lips and swallowed the contents in one large gulp, barely managing to keep it down as it burned a path from her throat to the stomach. She hurriedly lifted up the glass in her other hand and slammed it back. The receptacles emptied she covered her mouth with both hands and choked back the rising bile. Robin glanced at Amon and caught sight of him intently watching her, the amusement finally breaking through his mask.

 

“You knew that would make me feel sick,” she sourly noted.

 

“Yes. You'll start feeling very woozy quite soon. Aren't you going to continue with the game?”

 

“Truth or Dare?” she asked sullenly after she was certain she wouldn't vomit.

 

“I'll stay with truth.”

 

Amon quickly realized his mistake when her face turned dead serious, the previous dare forgotten. “Do you miss Touko?”

 

It was his turn to wear a look of utter shock. “I should have known you would ask me something like that,” Amon muttered to himself. He glanced down at his drink. “I do feel regretful at how the situation turned out, but to answer your question, I don't miss her.”

 

“Do you -“

 

“Robin! Follow the rules of your own game. It's my turn again. Truth or Dare?”

 

“Truth, I guess,” she replied poutily and settled back in her chair.

 

The smile faded from Amon's face. “Are you happy, Robin?”

 

“Happy?” she reiterated confused.

 

“Yes. We travel from place to place, never staying anywhere very long. This isn't the best life for you. Robin…” Amon swallowed and took a deep breath, “…are you happy with your life - and with me?”

 

The young face seated before him brightened, albeit through a drunken haze. “Yes.”

 

“Are you su -“

 

“Hey!” she chided playfully. “You need to follow the rules, mister.”

 

Her eyes widened as Amon leaned over the table and gripped her tiny wrists, forced to lock gazes. “This is serious, Robin. I need to know how you really feel about our life.”

 

She gazed back evenly and smiled sweetly. “It's true that this has been a difficult time, but as long as you're with me, I'm fine.”

 

Amon simply nodded but was inwardly troubled by her words. Before he could ponder the matter further, Robin broke into his thoughts.

 

“Truth or Dare?”

 

Unsurprisingly, he found he had no desire to answer any more questions. “Dare.”

 

Robin raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Really? Hmm.”

 

Her eyes traveled the room as she thought of a suitable dare and came back to rest on Amon. He could have cringed when he recognized the look in her eye.

 

“Kiss me,” she smiled innocently. Her vision blurred slightly as she tried to focus on him.

 

Amon shifted his gaze and stared forlornly out the adjacent window. “Why would you want that?”

 

Focusing on a building across the street, Amon missed the hurt look creeping over her face. “Why not? I'm eighteen and I've never been kissed.”

 

He picked up his tumbler and began to softly tap it repetitively against the table. “Wouldn't you prefer to be kissed by someone closer to your own age? Besides, if it makes you feel any better, I haven't kissed anymore either these past three years,” he added as a surprisingly naked afterthought. Must be the booze, he surmised.

 

“But it's the rule,” she insisted. “I drank the shot of vodka you gave me.”

 

Amon turned to face her. “You're not going to drop this, are you?”

 

Lifting her chin slightly, she stared evenly in response.

 

“Fine,” he conceded. He finished his drink and stood up in one movement before bending over to pull Robin upward by a slender wrist.

 

Even in her drunken state, Robin could feel the mood quickly shifting as Amon slipped his arms around her waist and cautiously drew her near. The scent of alcohol mingling with his heady male scent washed over Robin, threatening to overwhelm her senses. She suppressed an excited shudder and strove to quell the butterflies stirring in her stomach. Robin's eyes never left his as Amon bent forward to firmly press his mouth against hers.

 

Amon leaned back slightly to regard her and was startled to find her face filled with want. He moved one hand from her waist and reached up to softly stroke her cheek before leaning in again. The second kiss was deeper and, though still quite innocence and chaste, nearly took his breath away. Amon looked down to find Robin staring up at him in disbelief, her fingers clutching the cotton fabric of his shirt. Her hands trembled slightly as she looked questioningly at his face.

 

“I should leave. Right now,” Amon whispered, his chest tightening, as he finally understood the seriousness of the situation if they continued along this path. In the back of his mind, he had feared something like this might happen the moment Robin had insisted on drinking.

 

“What's stopping you?” she inquired, her voice shaking. “Why don't you leave?”

 

“I don't want to.”

 

Robin had only managed to inhale sharply in response before Amon roughly pulled her body to his and kissed her hard. This third kiss was different and far more intense, containing little of the chasteness of the previous two. Robin found herself struggling to keep pace with Amon, obviously far more skilled in such activities than she. Robin felt his hands tighten on her back, fingers clutching at her sweater, wanting more, demanding more. Robin moved her own hands up to encircle his neck and pushed herself closer to his body, reveling in their new intimacy.

 

Continuing the kiss, Amon carefully guided her towards one of the beds. He paused long enough to yank her sweater over her head and toss it aside. Robin took it in stride, barely registering that she now stood exposed in her red bra. Without being told, her fingers moved to the buttons on his shirt, fumbling due to a mixture of alcohol, nervousness and impatience. Succeeding, she slid the shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor in a heap. Amon moved away slightly to allow Robin to run her hands over his bare arms and chest, closing his eyes at her caress. Rarely had she ever seen Amon in a short sleeve shirt much less partially unclothed.

 

The desire to take Robin as his own soon became overpowering. Amon's hands moved to the back of her skirt and tugged down the zipper. Robin looked unsurely at his face for reassurance as the skirt pooled around her ankles. Catching sight of her uncertainty, Amon paused to cup her face with his hand.

 

“Is this too fast?”

 

Robin closed her eyes, her lower lip trembling. “No,” she whispered.

 

Hearing her response, Amon sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his embrace. He wanted nothing more than to toss her against the bed, rip off what little clothing remained and end his over three years worth of tortuous fantasies. The rational part reminded that that would be a grave mistake. Amon distractedly wondered if it was the liberal amount of alcohol coursing through his body making him think this way. Amon instead gently moved Robin onto the bed and laid her back. His eyes roved over her form, taking in her firm pale skin and slim figure. He shifted back to Robin's face and found her looking uncomfortable with his gawking.

 

“Don't be embarrassed,” he said soothingly, his voice turning to velvet. “You have a beautiful body.”

 

“I…do?” she asked hesitantly. “Does this mean you think that I am pretty?”

 

He smiled and bent down to lightly brush a kiss against her forehead. “You are very beautiful, Robin.”

 

“Oh,” she breathed, still dreadfully confused by the sudden change in Amon's behavior.

 

He moved down and lightly kissed her neck, delighting in the aroused sound she produced at the touch of his lips. Amon traveled down with light kisses to the valley between her breasts. He brought his hands up to cup them gently as he brushed his lips against the exposed skin above the fabric of her bra. Robin shifted below him and let out a small moan. Amon trailed his hands from her breasts, down her waist and paused to rest upon her hips. He moved his mouth to lightly kiss a path down to her navel. His hands moved once again to pass over her legs before coming up along Robin's inner thighs. Amon felt her tense slightly at their presence then relax soon afterwards. He pushed himself up to observe her reaction as he gently ran a finger over the apex still covered by her panties between her legs.

 

“Mmm,” she breathed, closing her eyes and pushing her hips upward to signal she wanted more.

 

This time Amon applied more pressure while he stroked, Robin obviously becoming more aroused as he continued. Belatedly, he realized he had grown rock hard at their actions.

 

A clear thought suddenly occurred to Amon and his hand stilled. While he wanted nothing more than to continue, there was a nagging in his conscience that could not be ignored. Amon closed his eyes and sat back.

 

Robin opened her eyes confused that Amon had stopped touching her. She watched as Amon lay down beside her and tossed a blanket over them. He shifted towards her to take her in his arms.

 

“What's wrong, Amon?” she asked apprehensively. “Did…did I do something?”

 

He gave her forehead a gentle kiss. “No. This would be a mistake on my part if we continued.”

 

“A mistake?” she reiterated. “What do you mean?”

 

“I can't do this when we're both intoxicated,” responded lowly. “It wouldn't be right.”

 

“Oh,” she replied in a voice tinged with obvious disappointment.

 

“Go to sleep, Robin. You'll fall asleep quickly enough.”

 

Just as he predicted and despite her best efforts to the contrary, Robin was soon snoring, nestled in his arms. Amon, on the other hand, was not nearly so fortunate. He lay in bed thoroughly perplexed and unsure at how to proceed with the change in circumstances. Outside, he could hear the endless rain gently splatter against the window. Eventually Amon fell into a much too short and fitful sleep, still no closer to a decision.

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The sunlight streaming through the window gradually awoke Robin from her slumber. She extended her arms above her head and gave a relaxing stretch, the blanket pooling down to her waist. Growing cognizant of another presence at her side, she turned her face in its direction, freezing when her eyes met Amon's. Her face immediately clouded in confusion. It multiplied when she at last noticed she not only shared a bed with her male companion but also was clad solely in her undergarments. Robin's emerald eyes widened and she yanked the blanket up to her neck in horror.

 

Still shirtless, Amon frowned at her reaction and sat up. He looked away to the opposite side of the room. “Do you need more sleep?”

 

Feeling foolish and self-conscious by her knee-jerk behavior, Robin managed a meek word to the negative. The memories of the night before were gradually resurfacing through a spring haze.

 

Amon nodded and leaned over to rummage through his bag alongside the bed. Without turning, he handed one of his undershirts to Robin. Amon felt her gingerly take it accompanied by the rustling sounds of her quickly pulling it over her head.

 

“You should take a bath now. You probably don't feel so well after last night.” He focused on a random spot out the window.

 

“I think that's a good idea.” Despite her words, Robin reluctantly made her way from the bed not wanting to leave Amon's side just yet. She knelt down and sorted through her belongings before heading towards the washroom. She paused at the doorway to take a last backward glance at the man sitting stoically on the bed.

 

Amon placed his forehead in his hand after he heard Robin shut the door of the washroom. Damn it, his mind cursed. This morning was not progressing the way he wished. Her reaction to him had been completely unexpected and didn't help matters. Why on earth had he let her talk him into allowing her to drink and play that damn game?

 

While Amon struggled with his thoughts of the new morning, Robin similarly stood in the washroom utterly confused, not to mention quite hurt. After a few minutes of futile contemplation, she turned on the bath and watched the water collect in the tub. On a sudden whim, she pulled the switch to begin the shower. Robin quickly disrobed then stepped under the falling warm water and leaned with her hands against the ceramic tile, finally allowing the tears to flow down her cheeks.

 

Once the shower was completed, she languidly dressed in her usual attire comprising of a long-sleeved shirt and similarly long skirt, always in dark muted colors. She paused to study her reflection in the mirror, eyes running over her now quite long hair. Robin suspected that Amon preferred her hair down and somewhere in their travels together she had made a conscious decision to style it so. For some reason she had also allowed her locks to grow out, now extending to her mid back (reminiscent of Touko, perhaps?). On several occasions she had managed to catch Amon looking appreciatively at her when he thought she didn't notice. She had a sneaking suspicion that he watched her quite often; though, whether it was merely out of lack of other females on hand or if he really did find her attractive, she was unclear. Even after the night before, she was still unsure if Amon sincerely wanted her or just any female. Robin may have been raised in a convent, but she did have a general idea of what a man's basic needs entailed.

 

Finished with her morning duties, she inhaled deeply and opened the washroom door. She found Amon - now also covered in an undershirt - standing at the window consumed by what appeared to be deep thoughts. Hearing her advance, he turned her way.

 

“I'll take my shower now.”

 

Robin nodded. Her heart dropped as he walked past without giving so much a reassuring smile or small glance her way. Robin moved to the window and stared into the blinding morning light, finding that the sun had already risen quite a bit into the new day. She stared out the window upon the landscape at everything and nothing in the same instance. Roughly ten minutes later, she heard Amon exit the bathroom and hesitantly approach from behind.

 

“The rain stopped at some point last night,” she commented. “It looks like it will be a lovely day.”

 

“Yes,” Amon answered distractedly. “Robin, I need to apologize for last night. I did something very inappropriate.”

 

Robin drooped her head in response to his words. “You think last night was a mistake.”

 

He moved a few steps closer, still addressing her back. “Robin, I'm supposed to be your guardian.”

 

“I'm an adult now. I don't need a guardian; I need a companion. You told me yourself last night that you don't believe I will lose control of my powers.”

 

“And I meant what I said. Last night was inappropriate because…well, for one, I'm much too old for you. Robin, you need to understand that you are still so young and the age gap between us is too large.”

 

Robin turned to face Amon fully and leaned her back against the window. “I may be happy with our life, but we're in this together. There isn't any one else around. I don't know how I'm to be some Eve of witches if I'm unable to find an Adam to share my life with. And even in the improbable scenario that I do meet someone, are you going to stand back and let me have a relationship with another man?”

 

At the last question, Amon turned his head to the side, clearly uncomfortable with her insinuation.

 

“Amon,” she began softly. “There's one more question I wish to ask.”

 

He barely glanced back to her face. “What is it?”

 

Robin took a deep breath, hardly noticing that her heart had begun to race. She unconsciously pressed her hands together in an effort to quell their trembling. “Do you love me, Amon?”

 

His heart lurched into his throat at the final question he had known would be asked the moment he found Robin awake the night before. He cleared his throat. “Do you really not know the answer, Robin?” he asked with a pained small smile.

 

“If I knew I wouldn't have asked,” she said through gritted teeth.

 

“You really don't know,” he said quietly and more to himself. He shifted his gaze to a phantom spot upon the floor.

 

“Please answer me, Amon,” Robin pleaded in a small voice, tears stinging her eyes.

 

The man looked back to the woman standing directly before him and answered without pause. “Yes.”

 

Robin's breath caught in her throat as her heart skipped a beat at his simple yet truthful reply. She gazed up at him through widened green eyes, large tears breaking free to slip down her face. Extending a hand, Amon moved forward to gently brush them away with his thumb.

 

“Amon,” Robin whispered almost inaudibly before hurtling herself into the comfort of his arms. “I never thought you would say that to me.” She pulled back, her eyes still brimming with tears. “Why didn't you tell me before?”

 

Amon pulled her back so she could nestle her head against his shoulder and wrapped his arms comfortingly around her waist.

 

“Robin,” he murmured into hair. “This is a complicated situation. I've felt this way for over three years; it began when you were just fifteen. That's not proper or normal and sure as hell isn't accepted by our society.”

 

“I don't care!” she whispered fiercely into his shirt. “I just want to be with you. I love you so much.”

 

“I know you do.” He stoked her back softly, amazed he could stand so calmly with Robin in his arms after he had just admitted what amounted to his gravest secret wish.

 

“Where do we go from here?”

 

His hands stilled upon her shirt. “We go wherever you want.”

 

Robin leaned back again and searched his steel eyes. Hesitantly she reached around his head and pulled him down, meeting his mouth with her own.

 

Her kiss was all it took for the last fence of restraint to snap. In an instance Amon was on her, hands blindly running over her body, feeling her, wanting her, needing her. There were no more excuses to keep him apart from the woman he loved. He couldn't bear to be separated from Robin anymore - physically, emotionally, it didn't matter.

 

Once more, his hands found the bottom edge of her shirt and yanked it off, letting go of it in mid air to float on its own volition to the ground. The black skirt quickly found its spot upon the floor alongside the forgotten shirt. Amon paused long enough from kissing to notice she now was dressed in lacy black undergarments. He leaned his forehead to hers while he traced the edge of her bra cups.

 

“I had no idea you wore such racy lingerie, Robin. To think, I've been with you for over three years and didn't know.”

 

She moved her head back to look into his face. “Is it indecent of me?”

 

He smiled in amusement. “I don't think that's an issue anymore.”

 

In response, Robin's face flushed bright pink. “I guess you're right.”

 

“Robin,” Amon whispered, growing serious. “I want you to take off my shirt and pants.”

 

Though she was slightly overwhelmed by the situation, Robin more than willingly complied. This time she had much less difficulty maneuvering the buttons on Amon's shirt. Another article of clothing fell discarded to the floor. She attempted to hide a girlish blush as her eyes moved over his naked torso in the glow of the morning light.

 

“You look so strong,” Robin remarked as she brushed her fingertips lightly over his skin.

 

“Hmm. You instinctively knew to say that, didn't you?” Amon asked amused. He attempted to suppress a shiver as her fingers traced his collarbone.

 

“Is something wrong?” she asked worriedly, her hands stilling.

 

“No, quite the opposite. You're halfway finished,” he gently reminded.

 

Robin hesitated a moment before she reached her trembling hands towards his belt. Carefully, she unfastened the item and moved past to undo the lone button on Amon's pants. Once completed, Robin slowly tugged down the zipper. With a quick downward motion she pushed the pants over Amon's hips and let them fall to his ankles. She blushed when a large bulge in the front of Amon's undergarment met her gaze.

 

Amon brought Robin's chin up with his hand to force her to meet his gaze. “If you want to stop, tell me now. I won't be able to much later.”

 

She bravely returned his look. “I don't want to stop.”

 

He leaned in and gave her a light kiss. “I won't do anything to hurt you,” he whispered.

 

Amon's tongue flicked out and experimentally ran along her bottom lip, which induced a gasp of surprise from Robin. The sound was enough to erode a bit of Amon's excellent self-control. He pressed her to his body and began to kiss her with renewed ferocity. As in the previous night, Robin once more found herself struggling to keep pace, but delighted in the attention nevertheless. Amon abruptly broke off, causing Robin to look up in confusion and fear.

 

Amon gripped her shoulders and turned her 180 degrees to face the bed. She was roughly pushed from behind and landed on her stomach upon the bed. She had barely begun to glance questioningly over her shoulder when Amon pressed himself along her back. His hands came up to cup her breasts as he buried his face in her hair, inhaling its sweet scent. Amon's hands roved over her body, trying to memorize every part of her. After a moment, his hands worked their way to her back, running downwards along her spine. He paused to undo the clasp of her bra and impatiently pushed it over her shoulders. His hands moved forward once again to cup her bare breasts while simultaneously positioning his growing erection in the cleft of her firm buttocks. His arousal increased when Robin moaned and pressed against his hardness as he ran his thumbs over her raised nipples. With one hand still focused on a breast, the other hand slipped under her panties and found her throbbing nub. Robin let out a small squeak when he carefully began to stoke her clitoris. She soon switched to aroused noises as he continued his actions. Amon belatedly realized that he had begun to move in sympathetic rhythm against her buttocks to her sounds and movements.

 

Removing his hands, Amon quickly slid off Robin's underwear before attending to his own. He quickly maneuvered Robin to her back and nudged her legs apart. He sank between her thighs but choose to focus his mouth on her breasts. As much as he wanted to enter her, Amon was hesitant still to be the first to take Robin's virginity; he needed to be positive she wanted this as much as he did. Amon leaned down to take a nipple between his teeth and swore internally when she let out a cry. Robin wordlessly guided one of his hands between her legs.

 

“What do you want me to do? This?” Amon stroked the pulsing nub.

 

Robin shook her head. Amon raised an eyebrow.

 

“I see. You want this?” He gently inserted his index finger into her.

 

“Yes,” she answered, her voice quivering. Robin squeezed her eyes shut and rocked her hips upward, wanting more. Amon pulled out his finger, absently realizing that it was the first time anyone had entered that particular point of her body. He slowly entered her again, this time with two fingers. She let out another cry of ecstasy that proved too much for Amon to bear.

 

He rested his head upon her exposed stomach and closed his eyes. “I've waited over three years for this moment. I don't think I can wait much longer.”

 

“I…I don't want to…either.”

 

Without moving or opening his eyes Amon spoke. “You know this will hurt, right?”

 

Robin closed her eyes and smiled. “Yes. But I don't mind as long as it's you.”

 

Heart racing, Amon reopened his eyes and shifted to position his body between her legs. With one hand beside Robin's head and the other gripping his erection, he placed himself at Robin's opening. Amon gradually inched himself inside, feeling her tightness envelop him. He moaned as Robin instinctively tensed in response to his alien presence.

 

It only took a moment to undo the status as a virgin, which Robin had held for the past eighteen years. Amon immediately ceased his actions when Robin's body grew rigid from the sudden sharp pain. Taking hold of her face Amon forced Robin to look him in the eyes to give him the reassurance to continue. The pain quickly fading, Robin gave him a faint smile of encouragement. Both closed their eyes and exhaled in unison as Amon pushed in the rest of the way.

 

Amon began to slowly move in and out. Robin shifted beneath him and instinctively wrapped her legs around his body, causing her hips to lift slightly and Amon to settle deeper inside. Amon swore in response to the incredible pleasure from the activity that he had refused obstinately to participate in the last three years.

 

Robin barely glanced at him, too absorbed with her own contentment to object to his use of language. In fact, it had the strange effect of turning her on even more. Robin moved again, lifting her legs higher to rest above Amon's firm buttocks. She involuntarily tightened herself around Amon's erection, causing him to gasp at the increased sensation. Robin wound her arms around Amon's neck and brought her lips to his. Amon's dark hair cascaded over her face, tickling her skin. Robin's lips parted slightly and Amon took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside to probe the moist interior of her mouth. Robin made a noise in surprise but tentatively brought her tongue to meet his.

 

Her legs soon began to tremble as she made her way towards the climax of their actions. An unfamiliar pulsing sensation suddenly burst within Robin and she threw her head back against the pillow, crying out in her native tongue. She was unaware that Amon had moved back slightly to observe her as she squeezed her eyes shut in response to her orgasm. Once finished, Robin reopened her eyes to discover Amon intently watching her and blushed at him.

 

No longer needing to be concerned about Robin's pleasure, Amon repositioned himself at a better angle. He leaned over and placed his forearms along both sides of Robin's face and lightly took hold of her head, hands gently resting on her hair. Amon gazed purposefully into her eyes before gently yet deeply kissing her again. Robin sighed in contentment beneath him and returned his kisses. Amon began to pick up a little more speed, reveling once more at Robin's tightness. It didn't take very long for Amon to reach his own climax, breaking off the kiss to firmly grasp Robin as he moaned into the side of her face. After a few more final thrusts, he stilled and shifted back to look down at Robin. He couldn't help but smile as he observed her face. Robin appeared to be caught between looking pleased and mildly embarrassed.

 

“Was it…good…for you, Amon?” she asked hesitantly, lifting her chin.

 

Amon slid out and gave Robin's nose a small kiss, but remained positioned over her. “You really shouldn't ask a man that after sex.”

 

“Why not?” she asked confused.

 

Amon rolled over to his side and drew Robin tightly to his chest. “What if I told you that it wasn't good? How would you respond then?”

 

Robin attempted to jerk away and look sharply at his face. “Do you mean -“

 

Amon seized Robin before she could wriggle away and forced her against him. “No, that's not what I mean.” His voice lowered. “It was good. Very good. But you are new at this and I've decided you need more practice.”

 

“Practice?” she breathed questioningly into his now sweaty chest.

 

“Yes, lots of practice. Maybe several times a day for a couple of months. Also, we'll need to work on various positions.”

 

“Be serious, Amon,” she replied exasperated and with a tinge of abashment.

 

“I am.”

 

She couldn't help but giggle. They lay together in each other's arms and let the tranquility momentarily wash over them.

 

Amon swallowed to signify that he intended to speak. “Our lives just became far more complicated, Robin.”

 

She remained silent, absently running her fingers over his chest.

 

“Do you want a child?” he gently inquired.

 

“Do you?”

 

Amon thought for a moment. “Possibly.”

 

Robin lifted her head and gave him a curious look. “Now?”

 

“I'm not sure. These are some of the things we need to discuss.”

 

Robin smiled distantly. “Of course I do want a baby and I always knew in my heart that you were to be my Adam, but we need to find a new path if that's our goal. We can't continue to run if we want to have a child. There's also the matter of marriage.”

 

“Marriage? Let's not get ahead of ourselves.”

 

Robin fought to suppress a laugh. She found it highly amusing to think that Amon found the subject of marriage impulsive yet had no qualms about discussing his future child.

 

“Maybe we should leave Japan. We've stayed here too long.”

 

“Where would we go?” Robin responded.

 

“I don't think Russia is under Solomon control. We could easily bribe a vessel ship to take us to Vladivostok and from there take a train across Siberia. I hear St. Petersburg is a good city.”

 

“Sounds cold.”

 

“It is.”

 

“I don't speak Russian.”

 

“It wouldn't be too difficult since you're young and already speak Japanese and Italian.”

 

“It sounds like you already have this planned out,” she replied slightly miffed.

 

“Robin,” Amon lifted her chin. “This is your choice. We will do whatever you think is best.”

 

Her eyes burned with tears as she furiously shook her head. “No, Amon. We will decide together what our future will be.” She looked up tentatively. “I love you.”

 

Amon brushed his hand against her smooth face. “I love you, Robin.”

 

He pulled her back into his arms and the two remained in bed for quite some time. Each knew that there were important matters at hand, but wordlessly resolved to focus on each other the rest of the morning instead. Outside, the sun slowly traced its way across the brilliant blue of the Japanese morning sky. A few lingering dark clouds collected on the horizon as a gentle reminder of the previous night's tempest.

 

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Author's Notes:

 

Ah, yes. That was not technically a tempest but rather what one would consider poetic license.

 

Man, I was so close to calling the soda in the story Cock-Cola, but had to remind myself that this was not one of my parodies.

 

It didn't occur to me until later that the addition of Truth or Dare might be a little dumb to for a plot such as this. I then wondered if the Japanese were even familiar with the game. So, I tried to add enough other situational plot devices to make it flow and not sound completely moronic. I'm not sure if I succeeded.