Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ The Protector ❯ Hard Choices ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Through the open door of his apartment, Amon half carried the girl in, as she shuffled along next to him. She was nearly falling right off of her feet, but the man’s strong arm made it easy for him to help the girl through the door and inside.

He leaned her up against the coat closet and quickly closed the door. She stayed right where he put her, but she seemed like she was only seconds from passing out. He knew he had to get her to her bed and quickly.

He turned and with a gentle hand began to guide the young girl in the direction of her bedroom. She mechanically moved her feet in the direction she was being pointed in, head lolling a little to the side as she went along.

She stopped after a few steps, and turned to him. She draped her arms over him the best she could and looked at him.
“ Thank you... Amon.” She said, her words very slurred.
“ It alright... no need for thanking me...” He said, standing there as she steadied herself with is body.

Robin suddenly did something very impetuously right then. She leaned up as far as her inebriated state would allow her to and planted a deep kiss on to the man’s lips, surprising him with the abruptness of her action. The kiss held much more than a drunken teen’s attempt of a simple kiss would have It was soft, deep and very passion filled, as she tightened her arms about him.

Amon’s instincts kicked in to overdrive. He wrapped his arms around the girl and kissed back. He could feel the rush of blood pounding in his ears. He found himself holding her tighter and tighter as he reciprocated her passions with his own, his entire being not wanting to let her go.

His mind swooned, as the soft smell of Jasmin wafted off of her, tantalizing him with it’s siren scent. His body could feel the softness of her body as he squeezed her against him, the heat of her body drawing him as close as he could have gotten. Her lips were soft and inviting, as they kissed. He wanted her, and so badly, but not just physically. He yearned for her in more ways than he could have ever imagined he could have.

Like he had been shocked by sudden burst of electricity, he suddenly realized what he was doing and pulled back from the girl. She staggered back, as if she was going to fall, confusion flashed across her angelic face. He grabbed her, and scooped the girl up in his arms. The drinks now had hit her full force. Her eyes suddenly closed and she went limp in his arms with a small sigh passing through her lips. She had passed right out.
He carried her into the bedroom that was hers with a gentleness that belayed his size, while his mind spat swears at him for his momentary weakness. He could not believe that he had just done what he had been working so hard to prevent. He looked at her as he walked with her, thanking any gods he could that he had snapped out of whatever he was in.

Laying her flat on the bed, he stretched her out and made sure her fluffiest pillow was set just right behind her head. She mumbled something, but the man could not make out quite what she had been trying to say. He looked at her with a long gaze, waiting to se if she was going to try and say something again. She said nothing more and slipped back into unconsciousness. She was now fully out, by his estimation.

With great care, he began to slip off her high boots and hose to make the girl more comfortable as she slept off her night’s revelry. He found himself looking at the girl’s legs as he did so, in a way he should not have been, but found that he could not help it.

Robin’s legs were long and lean, their line was eye catching for any man with a pulse in his body. The tawny haired girl’s skin was smooth and velvety soft to the touch, and he found that he could not stop himself from feeling the leg for a second with his hand. He shuttered, as he ran his palm along the outer side of the girl’s thigh.

He stopped himself and give a loud snuffing sound while continuing to pull off the black knee high hosiery, as he had planned.

As he lifted her leg and took of the last hose off of her foot, he saw her long skirt slid down her leg to her waist. His gaze went up between her legs, until they fell on the crotch of her simple white panties she had on. The underthings were very tight against her, they showed off the definite outline of her womanhood clearly through the thin fabric that the underthings were made out of. He felt his mouth go dry, as his eyes traced the outline.

He growled to himself in disgust, as he caught himself. He stopped his voyeuristic ways, and put the leg down as he made himself sick with what his mind was flirting with. He just swore under his breath, chastising himself for such a pig as he put the skirt back down to protect her modesty. He hated to admit the truth, he had been lusting after a very drunk young girl, like a college co-ed at his first party. He knew that trust was the cornerstone of his relationship with the girl, and he was close to totally violating it.

Finally getting a firm grip on himself, he carefully pulled the covers over the girl, making sure that he did not wake her up. Robin did not even stir one little bit, as he tucked her in with great care. She only moaned and continued her slumber, as he made sure she was as comfortable as she could have been.

The girl was very still, her breathing told the man that she had passed out into a very deep sleep. He chuckled, knowing that she would experience for the first time, the most horrible thing about drinking... the always fun hangover. He knew that she would not soon forget what she would have to endure in a few short hours.
He thought back to his very first hangover he ever had, he had it when he was about Robin’s age- after drinking a entire bottle of saki his mother kept in a cupboard. He could nearly feel the abject pain he had felt that next morning. He grunted, feeling compassion for the girl upcoming wake up. That was the one time of way too many, he knew the exact definition of pain.

Knowing just what he could do for her, he set the rooms trash can right next to the bed, just incase she suddenly woke up and found herself needing to throw up in the night. He chuckled a small laugh, as he was betting on that it would happen more than once before morning would have broke. He looked at the comatose teen one more time, and then hurried out of the room to let her sleep it off.

Amon silently made his way to his room that was located beside the girl’s. He closed the door and pulled off his clothes, still spitting swears to himself under his breath. He was still very angry with himself, but he was also grateful that he had stopped himself. He knew, that he had to be more careful, for he was his own worse enemy.

He slid into his large bed, feeling the great heaviness of his exhaustion overtaking him. He switched off the lamp and rolled over, pulling the blankets around himself. He layed there, listening for any signs that the girl had suddenly awakened, and was glad to hear nothing coming from the next room.

He relaxed himself fully, and sleep flowed over him. It was sleep that was well earned.