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Birthdays
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+S to Z › Witch Hunter Robin
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,504
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Witch Hunter Robin, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Birthdays Continued
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*Warning!*
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Much sexiness! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I'm such a review whore. Hope nobody really minded the waiting, I was just waiting to see if anyone would say anything. I had this written at the same time as the first chapter. XD But thanks to everyone who reviewed! This is much shorter, but it does bring it to a close.
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Months passed, and the routine at the STN-J office did not change. Cases came in and were solved, the team pulled long hours, the chief was bitchy to everyone in general...
One night, Amon remained alone, silently studying the screen in front of him. He was sitting back in one of the rolling chairs, one leg crossed over the other. His head was tilted to the side, resting on one hand, elbow propped up on the desk.
"You're here late again."
Amon looked up to see Robin approaching.
"Aa. So are you."
He noticed she was staring at him rather fixedly and he uncrossed his legs and dropped his hand, swiveling to face her and staring back. He knew that they had acted as if nothing had every happened between him, but sometimes a quick glance as they passed could seem to stretch out for hours.
Without warning she lunged forward a few steps and hopped into the air long-jumper style. Completely caught off guard, Amon let out a small "oof" as the motion slammed the chair back into the desk. Through luck or design, Robin had landed on his lap, one leg on each side trapping his arms back at his sides, her hands grasping his shoulders.
"Na-"
Swiftly, Robin ducked in to silence his mouth with her own. He was surprised at the her ferocity, but underneath he sensed her lack of experience, and quickly took control of the kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and tangling it with hers.
Robin pulled back first, panting and realizing that although her position seemed to put her in control, his experience could prove to give him the upper hand. She decided that would be unacceptable, and smirked at him as he attempted to move his arms.
"Hold still," she murmured, gently squeezing her legs together in warning and reaching for his coat buttons.
Intrigued by her forward actions, Amon ceased struggling and watched her as she deftly undid the fastenings. Slowly, she pushed the coat off his shoulders as far as she could, which only added to the sense of his imprisonment as it captured his arms by his elbows. Underneath was a black t-shirt, stretched tight over his skin.
The green-eyed girl gently ran her hands over the smooth planes of her partner's chest, marvelling at its firmness. Then she slipped her fingers down and under his shirt, moving them up until they rested on his pectorals, lifting the shirt away from his skin.
"You don't trust me, do you..." Robin whispered, her nose close to Amon's. His eyes widened as a thin line of fire snaked down the center of his shirt, allowing it to be pulled apart. The tight material joined the coat in securing his arms to his sides as she shoved it down.
Bending down, Robin began pressing light kisses to Amon's skin. He ground his teeth, trying not to moan, but his breathing started to become more erratic. She trailed her fingers up and down his ribs, occasionally tugging at the waistband of his pants but never going further.
Finally deciding it was time, Robin moved back and undid the fastening of Amon's pants.
"Help me," was all she asked. Bracing his shoes against the floor and pushing against the chair back, he managed to raise his hips up. Somehow, still sitting on him, Robin wrestled the offending material down past his knees to pool around his ankles.
Her lips quirked, as she suddenly found herself presented with Amon's fully-erect member. Apparently her mysterious partner did not use underwear. Like a child with a new plaything, she grasped his hardness firmly, and Amon finally released a small groan. She experimented with strokes and touches, until sweat was breaking out on Amon's skin. Deciding she was finally prepared to go through with it, she dug under her own skirts (still being fully clothed) and pushed her panty aside in order to impale herself on his manhood.
Time stood still for Amon. He swore he would come right there and then, but somehow he held on as she adjusted herself to her situation.
Clamping her hands down on his shoulders, Robin began to simply rock back and forth slowly, marvelling at the reactions she was evoking from both of their bodies.
Picking up the pace, Robin began pushing with the tips of her toes against the floor, trying to find some leverage and move farther. Amon responded by flexing strong thigh muscles and thrusting up to meet her. Rhythm established, the two humans moved as one. Unable to close his eyes, Amon greedily drank in the sight of his green-eyed partner - yes, he realized he acknowledged her as his partner - riding him, eyes shut, mouth open with pants of pleasure.
How he managed to hold out so long amazed him, but restrain himself he had, and finally Robin was beginning to show signs of her imminent orgasm. Her nails pierced Amon's skin and drew blood as her whole body became a tightly-strung wire, and Amon growled out his pleasure as her muscle spasms brought him to release.
Had anyone entered the room, they would have seen two statues, forheads touching, features slack and relaxed. Finally Robin reached into her pocket and pulled out a hankerchief, laboriously unmounting Amon and wiping herself. Standing before her nude partner, his skin slick and shining, she straightened her skirts primly and said, "Happy Birthday," as calmly as she could. With a swish of fabric, she was gone, gliding out of the office under the clock which read two minutes past midnight. All Amon could do was stare at the empty doorway, a little confused but completely satisfied.
***
Yeah, that's the end. Thank you! Good night!
*Warning!*
**********
Much sexiness! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I'm such a review whore. Hope nobody really minded the waiting, I was just waiting to see if anyone would say anything. I had this written at the same time as the first chapter. XD But thanks to everyone who reviewed! This is much shorter, but it does bring it to a close.
***
Months passed, and the routine at the STN-J office did not change. Cases came in and were solved, the team pulled long hours, the chief was bitchy to everyone in general...
One night, Amon remained alone, silently studying the screen in front of him. He was sitting back in one of the rolling chairs, one leg crossed over the other. His head was tilted to the side, resting on one hand, elbow propped up on the desk.
"You're here late again."
Amon looked up to see Robin approaching.
"Aa. So are you."
He noticed she was staring at him rather fixedly and he uncrossed his legs and dropped his hand, swiveling to face her and staring back. He knew that they had acted as if nothing had every happened between him, but sometimes a quick glance as they passed could seem to stretch out for hours.
Without warning she lunged forward a few steps and hopped into the air long-jumper style. Completely caught off guard, Amon let out a small "oof" as the motion slammed the chair back into the desk. Through luck or design, Robin had landed on his lap, one leg on each side trapping his arms back at his sides, her hands grasping his shoulders.
"Na-"
Swiftly, Robin ducked in to silence his mouth with her own. He was surprised at the her ferocity, but underneath he sensed her lack of experience, and quickly took control of the kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and tangling it with hers.
Robin pulled back first, panting and realizing that although her position seemed to put her in control, his experience could prove to give him the upper hand. She decided that would be unacceptable, and smirked at him as he attempted to move his arms.
"Hold still," she murmured, gently squeezing her legs together in warning and reaching for his coat buttons.
Intrigued by her forward actions, Amon ceased struggling and watched her as she deftly undid the fastenings. Slowly, she pushed the coat off his shoulders as far as she could, which only added to the sense of his imprisonment as it captured his arms by his elbows. Underneath was a black t-shirt, stretched tight over his skin.
The green-eyed girl gently ran her hands over the smooth planes of her partner's chest, marvelling at its firmness. Then she slipped her fingers down and under his shirt, moving them up until they rested on his pectorals, lifting the shirt away from his skin.
"You don't trust me, do you..." Robin whispered, her nose close to Amon's. His eyes widened as a thin line of fire snaked down the center of his shirt, allowing it to be pulled apart. The tight material joined the coat in securing his arms to his sides as she shoved it down.
Bending down, Robin began pressing light kisses to Amon's skin. He ground his teeth, trying not to moan, but his breathing started to become more erratic. She trailed her fingers up and down his ribs, occasionally tugging at the waistband of his pants but never going further.
Finally deciding it was time, Robin moved back and undid the fastening of Amon's pants.
"Help me," was all she asked. Bracing his shoes against the floor and pushing against the chair back, he managed to raise his hips up. Somehow, still sitting on him, Robin wrestled the offending material down past his knees to pool around his ankles.
Her lips quirked, as she suddenly found herself presented with Amon's fully-erect member. Apparently her mysterious partner did not use underwear. Like a child with a new plaything, she grasped his hardness firmly, and Amon finally released a small groan. She experimented with strokes and touches, until sweat was breaking out on Amon's skin. Deciding she was finally prepared to go through with it, she dug under her own skirts (still being fully clothed) and pushed her panty aside in order to impale herself on his manhood.
Time stood still for Amon. He swore he would come right there and then, but somehow he held on as she adjusted herself to her situation.
Clamping her hands down on his shoulders, Robin began to simply rock back and forth slowly, marvelling at the reactions she was evoking from both of their bodies.
Picking up the pace, Robin began pushing with the tips of her toes against the floor, trying to find some leverage and move farther. Amon responded by flexing strong thigh muscles and thrusting up to meet her. Rhythm established, the two humans moved as one. Unable to close his eyes, Amon greedily drank in the sight of his green-eyed partner - yes, he realized he acknowledged her as his partner - riding him, eyes shut, mouth open with pants of pleasure.
How he managed to hold out so long amazed him, but restrain himself he had, and finally Robin was beginning to show signs of her imminent orgasm. Her nails pierced Amon's skin and drew blood as her whole body became a tightly-strung wire, and Amon growled out his pleasure as her muscle spasms brought him to release.
Had anyone entered the room, they would have seen two statues, forheads touching, features slack and relaxed. Finally Robin reached into her pocket and pulled out a hankerchief, laboriously unmounting Amon and wiping herself. Standing before her nude partner, his skin slick and shining, she straightened her skirts primly and said, "Happy Birthday," as calmly as she could. With a swish of fabric, she was gone, gliding out of the office under the clock which read two minutes past midnight. All Amon could do was stare at the empty doorway, a little confused but completely satisfied.
***
Yeah, that's the end. Thank you! Good night!