Her Hell

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I got a review asking about the perfume. I was going to write it into the story in the last chapter. However I went into more than I planned on doing and it wound up carrying it over to this chapter. Thanks though for remembering that detail. I am glad you guys are paying attention. Hehehe....so this chapter is just for you linkinthepast . :-)

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Chapter: 10
The Gift



Robin woke early as usual, began the dark brew that salvaged what little sanity they had left. Then went about preparing breakfast. Just before the meal was complete she heard Amon\'s door open behind her, then the closing of the bathroom door. She never turned to look at her partner, he was not a morning person so she preferred to allom him his own time and space to come to full continuousness. She saw him for the first time she was stunned. He looked as though he had not slept a wink. Concern filled her eyes. She\'d never seen Amon look so haggard.

Slipping a plate before him she asked \"Amon are you ill?\" Turning to her own plate she found her seat at the table. \"I\'m fine\" he groaned....she chose to ignore the strain in his voice and resume her meal.

Amon glanced over at the young girl, part of him blaming her for his restless night, another part of him wanting to just tell her what was truly bothering him and why he was not sleeping and how he dreamed of being her first everything. But for the moment he fed on the anger and forced down that wicked emotion that was devouring his soul. Sighing inwardly he finished his breakfast.

Robin went about cleaning the kitchen, while Amon checked emails. Occasional unnoticed glances were shared between the two. Both wanting to say something, neither having the courage to break the silence that had built a wall between them. Robin soon finished her task and began dressing for outdoors. Amon noticed \"Where are you going?\" he asked, in an authoritative tone. Without so much as a flinch she replied \"To Maries\" and began the short walk to the front door. As she reached for the knob he grasped her hand for a brief moment he could only stare into her eyes as she locked gazes with him. He wanted to say something but what? He was doing this a lot lately and frankly it rattled him. \"How long will you bt?\"t?\" he asked. \"A few hours I suppose, she is helping me learn to bake\". With that she was out the door.

Amon stared at her retreating form through the window. She looked like a dark angel floating across the blank white canvas. He\'d watched her mature, grow, and learn to control her power through the course of their partnership. He knew all to well she\'s controlled much more than that. Just as he had. His choices were limited. He could choose the light or the dark. ‘Eternal conflict of life\' he thought.

Robin walked into Maries house and into a sturdy embrace from the older woman. She\'d become a good friend to the young girl, teaching her the fine art of cooking and baking. Robin was quite eager to learn and had natural skills. Robin was always in lighter spirits after leaving Maries. And enjoyedinisiniscing through the womans library. Marie never minded and looked forward to the visit. All to soon Robin found it was time to head back to the cabin. Marie sent her back once again with baked goods that she and Robin had made. Along with a cake Robin made under Maries guidance. When she grew closer to the cabin she noticed Amons dark figure standing outside.

\"Amon....\" She asked...looking into his eyes. He seemed to be staring straight through her.
The seconds ticked by like hours. She moved closer, unsure if she should say anything further. She opened the door to enter, she felt Amon relieve her of her packages. She continued to walk inside.

Amon placed the bread and cake on the table. He observed her removing her coat. Thinking about what he had decided earlier. He left and went to his room.

Robin gathered the things she needed to fix dinner. She had her back to the doorway of the living room. She heard Amon enter the living area once again but his footfall grew closer. She did not turn around, but stayed focused on what was before her. When she felt his hand lightly touch her shoulder she let out a small gasp. Slowly she turned her gaze to his. He extended his hand out to expose a small bottle. She immediately recognized it from the general store. tentatively she reached for the object. Bringing it to her chest in a mock embrace. She looked to him with questioningly. \"Amon...\" She whispered as she dropped her gaze. Had she kept her eyes locked with his she wouldn\'t have missed the sparkle there caused by her endearing response to his gift.

Amon watched her graceful yet tiny hands wrap around the tiny container. She was so pure innocent and loving....that something so small brings her joy. But he knew part of it was just the fact it had come from him. That knowledge alone warmed the once icy organ. \"I saw you admiring it\" he explained. He felt her arms wrap around his neck. His first reaction was shock....but that faded quickly when his own body began to react to hers pressed against him. Snaking his arms around her waist he lightly returned her embrace. She pulled away slowly...with a \"Thank you\" attempting to return to her cooking. As she stepped away she was immediately pulled back, against him. His hands cradling both her cheeks he brought his lips to hers..brushing them along the soft curves and contours. When he felt her relax he pressed harder....licking her bottom lip lightly, begging for entrance to her silky innocence. She complied...he caressed her tongue with his own, making love to every corner, every ridge, every inch of her mouth. A soft moan from her throat shocked his senses....bringing him back to the world of reality. Pulling away suddenly he felt the need to turn his back on her, yet he couldn\'t.....he was lost in her green orbs, searching for......for what? Rejection? Approval? Disgust? He wondered what was going through her mind. If she could over look the age difference why couldn\'t he? Did she want an older lover?

Robin stared into his eyes....her thoughts a whirlwind of indecision. He had kissed her again. But never opened his heart to her. Was he lonely and she his last resort? Should she feel honored or betrayed? How could he kiss her like a woman yet treat her as a child? Robin felt her heart being pulled.....on one hand she felt angry for the emotional tug of war he played with her heart....on the other she felt elated with joy that she\'d shared such an intimate act with the man who secretly held her heart. His eyes mirrored her own confusion. She wasn\'t sure if she saw regret, or if she saw anxiousness. But she was sure she would not get any answers from him until he was ready, to which she was equally sure he would take his time getting there. She took a small step backwards trying to break the trance they were both in. He did not stop her.

He went to his computer with the intentions of re-checking his emails. But could not focus on anything but the kiss he\'d just shared with Robin. The taste still lingering on his lips. She reacted to his kiss, his touch and his body. He wanted to stay lost in her kiss...yet her innocent moan reminded him it could not go further. He was already battling to keep his arousal under control but her taste, her scent....everything about HER made his blood burn, and his skin tingle with need. ‘GODS...how the hell am I going to survive\' his mind screamed. His eyes drifted to the kitchen, watching her graceful moves as she tended to dinner...\'she\'s makes cooking erotic\' he thought. Mentally slapping himself for lack of control. \"Dammit\" he spat outloud. Catching her attention.

\"Amon is something wrong\" she asked shyly stepping into the living area.
\"Yes, Nagira hadn\'t returned my email\" he lied, he needed to think, away from Robin, away from this cottage away from everything...
\"Dinner will be ready in a bit, I think I will bathe and go to bed afterwards\"

He turned his attention back to the computer and began browsing the web. Anything to detour his thoughts.

Dinner went by with little said. True to her word Robin finished cleaning the kitchen then retreated to the bath. While she was occupied Amon left to return to the bar he\'d visited days earlier.

Robin heard the door close, she released a small sigh and thought about the kiss. He\'d been so silent afterwards just like with the last. As much as she enjoyed the kisses and the way they made her feel she would give them up if he would stop shutting her out this way after he did so. It made her feel like she\'d done something wrong. And now he left her without a goodbye, but she had no right to ask where he was going did she? She wondered where he went. Yet didn\'t want to know.

Amon ordered his usual, whiskey on the rocks. He just wanted...no needed...to numb the agony that plagued him. He wasn\'t sure what he wanted to do from here. He\'d betrayed himself on more than one occasion by letting his own weakness take over his control. He didn\'t need to get into something so complicated with his ward. He couldn\'t. He was a grown man she was a child. He continued to repeat this in his head over and over, chanting to himself in a some barbaric prayer which fell on deaf ears. It\'s loneliness....he reasoned....his logical mind pulling every lame excuse it could out of thin air trying to justify his actions.

He was pulled out if his thoughts when he felt a hand stroking the inside of his thigh. He looked into the eyes of the dark haired beauty that tempted him the other night. She smiled seductively as she leaned in to whisper in his ear \"Hey, owe me for the other night\" her voice was husky, the tone obviously meant to convey sexual desire. He wasn\'t even tempted. Reaching down he removed her hand which was now lightly grazing his soft member. She looked hurt, and angry....he did not care. He just had no interest in her tonight......or at all in truth. Frustrated he purchased a bottle and left. He wandered for a while before making reaching their cabin. He saw her form through the sheer covered windows reting ing to her bedroom. He couldn\'t force himself to enter. The sight of her body adorned in the thin nightgown sent waves of heat to his loins...with the mixture of alcohol he wasn\'t sure he could trust himself to control his urges. So he decided to wait. He had his bottle to keep him company and the cold of the snow to keep his pent up desires tamed.

When her bath was complete she dressed for bed, and retrieved her book. After settling into bed she curled up and began to read. Hours later she was growing very sleepy, Amon had not returned yet and she knew it would do no good to wait up for him. Turning off her lights she snuggled beneath the covers allowing sleep to claim her.

When Amon saw the cabin darken he slipped inside. His drunken steps heavy...he didn\'t know why he\'d waited till she went to sleep. He put himself through that to keep her safe. From what? Himself? ‘Hah...I\'m a man, I can control myself\' he thought. He staggered through the living room stumping his foot on the couch...he heard a soft voice call out his name. ‘Oh gods no please no\' his mind silently screamed.
He tried to subdue the pain long enough to retreat to the dark recesses of his bedroom. He could not face her right now. The last thing he needed was to see her....or was it JUST what he needed?
The familiar squeak of her bedroom door brought his head whipping around to face he\"Am\"Amon....are you alright?\" she asked.....light from the interior of her room backlit her as if she were an angel of mercy....the thin material allowed the light to shine through giving him a perfect image of her form beneath the clothes which guarded her from a mans eyes. He saw Robin in a way no other had, the curves of her delicate thighs, the slight contour of her waist....oh how he wanted to see that form in it\'s natural beauty.....it was all to damn enticing....his member began to pulse. A low groan escaped him.

Robin began to walk towards him, seeing he was obviously hurting. \"Stop\" he growled. She stood motionless for a moment. Deciding to proceed whether he wished it or not she took another step. A low groan reached her ears. She stopped for a second before taking another step. As she grew closer she heard his shaky breathing...\"Please stop, go back to bed Robin\" he pleaded with her. She took another tentative step towards him...


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Alright....c\'mon....do NOT flame me for leaving off here....I gotta keep ya\'ll interest some how eh? Alright....ya\'ll guess what\'s coming next chapter? Hehehe.....*slaps hand* Bad Author Bad Bad Author!!

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