Escape

Christmas by the Bay


Disclaimer: Amon and Robin are still not mine. I’ve been wishing REALLY hard, (particularly for Amon) but… nope. The story “Día de los Muertos” was originally meant as a one-shot, but when I received several requests (via reviews AND email!) to add more chapters, the idea for this story just sort of sprang into my head. I don’t even want to get into just how oddly my mind works. Big thanks go out to calli, Claire and especially Megan for finding the first story interesting enough to ask me to keep it going. I hope you enjoy it!

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They had been moving around a lot, starting in Mexico a little over a month ago. As they ran from place to place, the small towns and big cities became nothing but a blur. Somehow they managed to wind their way up the American coast, through the state of California, until mid-December found them in the beautiful city of San Francisco.

They’d rented an apartment several streets above Ghirardelli Square, within walking distance of the old Dole Cannery and Fisherman’s Wharf. If they were feeling particularly energetic, they could even make it to Pier 39 and further beyond to the Embarcadero. Robin was fascinated by the antique carousel at Pier 39, so Amon made little dates to take her there at every opportunity. The Chinatown in San Francisco was HUGE, much larger than the ones they had passed through on their way to the City and they enjoyed strolling through the crowded streets, hand-in-hand, just like a normal young couple; which they were anything but.

Playing tourist was just what they needed; a break from their usual routine of wake up and leave. Robin was still being sought after, so their lives just sort of occurred on the run, never staying anywhere very long. San Francisco was the perfect distraction. They took taxis and busses to see all of the landmarks that made the City so famous, making a specific point of visiting the Japanese Tea House and Gardens in Golden Gate Park, which made them both a little melancholy, but their lives had taken such a strange turn that they knew if the situation back home didn’t change, they might never return to Japan again.

Keeping house together had been awkward at first, though their feelings for each other were strong enough to overcome any adversity they faced. Amon had been on his own for most of his life, learning at a young age to be self-sufficient. Robin had grown up in a monastery, cloistered. Opening up to the one they loved took a little more effort than they’d anticipated, but though they struggled at times, they were determined to make it work.

Her years in the monastery had endowed Robin with an innate sense of order, as she kept their living spaces neat and clean, but years of living on his own made Amon the better cook. Robin could brew a mean pot of coffee, but that was pretty much the extent of her capabilities in the kitchen. Thus, when they weren’t ordering food from one of the various restaurants in the area, Amon would cook for them. His dishes were usually simple, some vegetables with rice and fish, though he would get a little “experimental” on occasion and try making something with beef or pork. Until he discovered that Robin didn’t actually eat meat. Then, he reserved his culinary expertise for seafood.

Christmas in America was unlike anything they had ever experienced before. The crass commercialism was the first image to strike them, with huge billboards and giant displays in every store window. Having grown up in Italy, Robin was more accustomed to the hustle and bustle of the holiday than Amon was, though she’d been steeped in the religious aspect of the occasion rather than the “deck-the-halls” and “buy a ton of gifts” side of it; not that she was complaining. In its own way, the giving of gifts during this particular time seemed almost… sweet. She’d wanted to give Amon something and maybe, this would allow her the excuse… er, the opportunity to do just that.

They would walk around their neighborhood after dark, just to see the lights their neighbors had put on their homes, some garish, others sedate, but all reflecting the individual’s taste and personality. The neighbor across the street, a very boisterous fellow who’d been the captain of a fishing boat for most of his life, until severe gout forced him to give up the sea, strung blue and white lights from the eaves of his house that twinkled like the stars. He told them that he did it for his grandchildren, but they suspected he would have enjoyed doing it whether there were little ones or not. There was a small boat balanced precariously on the roof of his house in which sat a collection of reindeer and a figure of Santa Claus holding a fishing pole. At the end of his line, was suspended a gaily wrapped present that blared out mangled versions of various Christmas tunes. To Robin and Amon it all looked like a manga gone horribly wrong, but they loved it anyway. It was fun, and until they’d found each other again, fun was something they’d had far too little of in their lives.

Before they knew it, it was just a few days before Christmas. Amon had surprised Robin one day by bringing home a small tree, which they decorated together by folding bits of colorful paper into various animal shapes. Robin wasn’t familiar with origami, but Amon was a patient teacher and soon had her turning out all sorts of creatures. They hung their origami creations from the sweet smelling branches, twining a strand of lights around the little tree to complete the effect. Their first Christmas tree... it may have been small and a bit lopsided, but it was theirs and they loved it.

Early Christmas morning the temperature dipped low as the two lovers snuggled closer together to keep warm. Apparently the thermostat had either shut off or just plain froze during the night, but neither one of them was willing to leave the comfort of their bed to check on it. Unfortunately, body heat wasn’t enough to keep the chill away and eventually Amon had to reluctantly drag himself out from under the covers, to Robin’s disappointed whine. Placing a light kiss on the tip of her nose, he promised he would be right back.

He lied.

Actually, he meant to return right away, but since the thermostat was located on the far wall of their kitchen, he thought, “Breakfast,” the second he walked into the room. So, when he walked back into their bedroom, half-an-hour later, it was with a tray laden with food. Placing it on the dresser next to the bed, he proceeded to wake Robin up.

She felt the bed dip and reached for Amon automatically. “Wake up, Robin,” she thought she heard, though she wasn’t sure if it was really Amon’s voice or if she was just dreaming. She chuckled at the thought. After spending all day with Amon, she still dreamed about him while she slept. “I really MUST be in love.”

“Hey, what’s so funny?” the deep voice asked, in her ear. Teeth nibbled at her lobe as a hand slid under her back, lifting her. Her eyes struggled to open, to be greeted by the most beautiful sight. Amon held her, still dressed in his night clothes, his long dark hair in wild disarray. Reaching her arms up, she wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer as she snuggled against his chest. Then, the aromas hit her.

“What’s that?” she asked, turning her head to sniff.

Amon smiled. “Breakfast, my lady.” Grabbing the tray from the dresser, he set it at the foot of the bed.

Huge waffles piled high with powdered sugar and butter… pear slices and orange wedges… and steaming mugs of coffee. Robin’s eyes lit up as she surveyed the tray, wrapping her hands around a hot mug of coffee before looking up at the man who’d gone through all of the trouble of fixing this for them. “Amon,” she murmured.

He shrugged. “I had to go to the kitchen to fix the thermostat anyway.”

“You’re amazing,” she responded, to his bewilderment. Of all the adjectives in the world “amazing” was definitely NOT one he would use to describe himself. Yet, it was not the first time SHE’D called him that.

Leaning in, he placed a kiss on her forehead before letting her feed him a small bite of waffle smeared with sugar and butter. It wasn’t bad, though he preferred a traditional Japanese breakfast. He would make himself something else later, he thought.

The next hour was spent much the same, the two of them curled up beneath their covers as Robin alternately fed Amon then herself. When the last of the waffles had been polished off, Amon licked a stray bit of powdered sugar from the corner of Robin’s mouth before placing the tray on the floor and gathering the willowy blonde into his arms.

They kissed hungrily, savoring the taste of each other even more than they had taken pleasure in their breakfast. Amon lay back, pulling Robin across his chest. Looking down on him, she placed a trail of kisses along his jaw line, under his ear, then down his neck, as Amon moaned her name softly.

Drawing away, she turned her attention aside. “I have something for you,” she whispered, pulling the small box from the drawer next to her side of the bed. “Merry Christmas, Amon.”

Amon looked at her, shocked. Finding her had been a gift in itself. Because he hadn’t normally celebrated this particular holiday, he certainly hadn’t expected her to buy him anything. Yet, there she sat, perched on the edge of the bed, holding out the small brightly wrapped package, hopefully. He took it from her, turning it in his hands, sliding the ribbon off the ends and meticulously peeling back the taped folds.

It was from a jeweler, he could tell by the packaging. What could she have gotten him? Tipping the lid back, a look of shock began building as he got his first glimpse of what was in the box. A watch, similar to the one he’d been wearing recently; a wafer thin ebony bezel ringed with gold on a black leather band. Other than the car he’d had in Japan, it was his only other real extravagance. The one he’d cracked…

Tugging the timepiece out of its container, he studied it, turning it over in his hand, until he realized there was something written on the back. “With all my heart, Robin”

“Robin! It’s too much! How could you…”

She shook her head. “I know you broke yours when we left Coahuila and I know you haven’t been out to get another one… so I got it for you. I saw this in a little store and thought it looked a lot like the other one. The jeweler was a very nice older man and he let me write whatever I wanted on the back for free.”

Immediately fastening the watch around his wrist, Amon looked at Robin in awe. “You shouldn’t have, but… it’s perfect. Thank you.” He leaned forward to press a soft kiss upon her lips.

“I’m so glad you like it,” she whispered, her lips against his. Turning, she moved toward the edge of the bed.

Grasping her wrist, Amon asked, “Where are you going?”

“To the bathroom. I certainly can’t face the day like this,” she replied, gesturing toward her disheveled self.

How like her to give him such an extravagant gift, and then expect nothing for herself, he thought, shaking his head. “Wait,” he told her.

Sitting back down, she looked at him questioningly.

Reaching into his own nightstand, he, too, pulled out a small package, handing it to her.

“What’s this?” she asked, curiously.

“Open it,” he replied.

She was as finicky as he was when it came to unwrapping presents, sliding the ribbon off first before working at the taped ends, trying to damage the used gift wrap as little as possible in the process. Once she’d gotten the paper off, she held a small white box. Pulling the top off, she found another box inside. Dropping the inner box into her palm, she turned it right-side-up, lifting the lid. The gift contained within took her breath away.

It was a gold locket in the shape of a heart. When she opened it, she gasped, her eyes filling with tears. There were pictures of her parents, mother on the left and father on the right. “Amon,” she murmured voice heavy with emotion.

“That’s not all,” he replied, clicking a small latch behind the picture of her father. The little frame swung to the left, revealing two more photos beneath… of Robin and Amon. “I asked Nagira to do the pictures, so I suppose you could say this is from the both of us.”

Unhooking it from its container, she held the locket and chain in her hand, holding it gingerly as tears slid out from the corners of her eyes.

Taking the chain from her fingers, Amon set it around her neck as she lifted her hair out of his way. Once the clasp was linked, he touched his lips to the sensitive spot just under her ear, sending a delicious shiver up her spine.

“Oh, Amon,” Robin sighed, melting against his muscular form. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

“Merry Christmas, Robin,” he whispered into her ear, before turning her to face him once again.

Their lips melded together as his hands slid down the soft contours of her body. When he got to the hem of her nightdress, he reached beneath it, running over the lanky smoothness of her legs. Back up the hands moved, gliding over her thighs, across the thin covering of material to rest at her tiny waist. The bottom of her nightdress was gathered in his arms and she raised herself to help him in removing it. As she lifted her arms, they broke apart only long enough for the material to be pulled over her head before contouring themselves to each other again. “It’s cold,” she complained, pressing more tightly into his body.

“Since that’s my fault, I guess it’s also my responsibility to warm you,” Amon answered, laying her back and covering her body with his own. The weight and warmth of his body over hers was welcome, but not enough. Her hands clutched at the bottom of his nightshirt, tugging at it until he finally understood what she wanted. Sitting back, he stripped the garment from his body before settling across her again.

“Yes,” Robin sighed happily, the feel of Amon’s chest like silken steel against her own. Moving a short way down her body, Amon stopped to surround one of her breasts with his mouth as one of his hands played with her other breast, cupping the mound and kneading it. His tongue circled her peak, laving it mercilessly as the nub hardened and Robin moaned in response. Switching to the other side, Amon’s teeth grazed over the opposite nipple before sucking it into the moist heat of his mouth.

Robin’s hands fluttered helplessly against his sides as she responded to his stimulation.

Releasing her breast, Amon continued his downward track, licking a trail between her breasts, down the smooth expanse of her belly to her belly button. He paused there, swirling around, then into the small indentation.

“Amon,” she gasped, her hips arching off the bed.

Moving further still, his tongue traveled over the rough material of her underwear, teasing her through the thin covering of cotton. The dark patch at the front confirmed everything he already knew. She was wet. Lapping at the coarse fabric, he pushed it between her nether lips, pressing it against the small nub that stood out defiantly. She pulled her knees up as her legs fell open, her gasps turning into cries of passion as he continued to toy with the core of her being. His hands gripped the undersides of her thighs, lifting her bottom to give him a better angle. Then, like a snake, Amon used the tip of his tongue to flick rapidly back and forth over her nucleus. Her hips writhed in his hands as she cried out. Lifting her a little more, he pushed his tongue into her, wet cotton material and all. It was too much. This final act of Amon’s pushed her over the edge, her climax raining down around her like fireballs from the sky. With a scream, she exploded, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her fluids soaked through the already damp cloth in Amon’s mouth. Worming his tongue around the drenched material, he delved inside, the feel of his tongue against her already sensitive core sending her body into a spasm.

Chuckling, he pulled away, letting her body calm itself before taking this any further. As she trembled beside him, Amon took hold of her underwear, sliding the soggy material down her legs and dropping it to the floor beside the bed. Settling between her legs once again, he contented himself by placing light kisses along her knees and thighs.

Finally, her shuddering subsided enough for him to resume his explorations. Without the protective shield of her underwear, she was now open to him and he took full advantage of that fact, dipping his tongue back into her core.

“Amon,” she cried, reaching down to try to pull him away, but he would not be deterred.

Running his tongue over the damp crease, he dipped into her again and again, until he had her shuddering beneath him once more. Her second climax was more powerful than her first, this one nearly sending them tumbling from the bed with all of its force. When she came back from this one there was a wild look in her eyes. Amon was amused. Big mistake… what he SHOULD have been was afraid.

He slid back up her still quivering body, intending on settling next to her until she’d recovered. But Robin had other plans. Grabbing his arms she whirled them around until he was stretched out prone beneath her. “Wha…” he exclaimed, in shock.

“Your turn,” came her reply, in a voice so low and guttural, a shudder ran up his spine. Was that Robin? He looked at her, but the eyes that burned back at him were nothing like those of the girl he knew.

“First things first,” she growled, turning to look at the small fireplace that stood in the corner of the room. Instantly, flames burst from the kindling they’d placed there the previous night, the blazing fire warming the room immensely. Turning her attention back to the man shivering beneath her, she smiled, evilly. “That’s better.”

Her lips latched onto his neck, teeth nipping at the tender flesh as they made their way to the bottom of his ear. Clamping onto the lobe, she bit down, causing Amon to shout. A drop of blood welled from the cut she’d made. Lapping at it, she sealed her lips to his, forcing him to taste the coppery flavor. Sitting back, she scraped her nails along his chest, producing ten long angry red lines along the flawless skin.

“Ungh,” he groaned, her attentions finally getting the responses she’d been aiming for.

Repeating her actions along his sides, she drew ten more lines along his body, this time making him arch toward her. Falling forward, she closed her teeth around one dusky nipple, sucking at the little pebble until Amon moaned at the exquisite pain. Turning to his other nipple, she did the same to it as Amon’s hands clamped around her waist. He tried to turn her over, but she refused to budge, perfectly content to sit astride him, governing the action. When his hands went for the top of his pants, she stopped him, grabbing his wrists and forcing them over his head. When he tried to move them a second time, she grabbed them again and once more placed them over his head. “Don’t move,” she growled.

As much torture as it was for him, Amon complied, hooking his fingers under the headboard of their bed, unsure of what else to do. He’d never experienced THIS Robin before and he had no idea what she was capable of.

Echoing his explorations of HER body, Robin licked a trail down the center of his chest to his belly button, dipping into the little crevice and making Amon’s hips jump. Sliding further down, she came face-to-face with his desire, hidden from her by only a thin covering of cloth, much like hers had been. The front of his night pants tented out as he strained against the material, struggling to break free of his confinement. Robin was having none of that… not yet at least. Leaning in, she rubbed her cheek against the bulging part of his clothing, making Amon moan in agony.

“Robin, please…”

She ignored him, running her tongue along one side of the taut material and back down the other. When he ground his hips toward her, she backed away.

“Robin…” he pleaded.

“I told you not to move,” was her curt reply.

Amon wasn’t so sure he liked this game anymore. Had his earlier play damaged something inside of her? That wasn’t good. He willed himself to be still as she continued her torturous exploration of his body.

Nuzzling him through the material of his pants, she brought her lips up to close over the head of his shaft, sending dozens of fireworks blazing through his brain. Gliding the material over him with her mouth, she drove him to the apex, his climax bursting from him as the head of his shaft finally broke free from the top of its confinement. Milky threads painted his chest as his body heaved laboriously. She had elicited a reaction from him that he had no idea he was capable of having. Without waiting for him to regain his composure, Robin began licking the trails of white fluid from his chest, sending more shockwaves coursing through him. When his chest was cleaned, she turned her attention to southern regions, closing her lips over his shaft, drawing his still pulsing length as deep down her throat as it would go.

His hands caught in her hair. “Robin, stop… not yet,” he pleaded; to no avail. She would not allow herself to be swayed. Her tongue rolled around the throbbing shaft, circling the head before tickling the tiny slit at the very top. His eyes rolled back as his body fell heavily against the bed in spasm. “Robin,” he begged.

Her hands roamed his body, gliding over the hard, slick planes of his flesh as his hips undulated of their own volition. As her lips and tongue continued their torturous ministrations, her fingers reached one of the rock hard nubs of his chest, tweaking the sensitive peak and making his body jerk against her with a shout. Her other hand slid beneath his back, scratching long red trails down the trembling flesh.

“Ungh,” he moaned, as she coaxed his body into responding to her again.

One of her hands surrounded his shaft as she let it slide from her lips, fingers caressing the pulsing length as her tongue flicked over the glistening mushroomed head. His hips shuddered, reacting violently to each touch. Suddenly, her fingers slid further south, past the waist of his pants, to close around the soft sacs dangling beneath his shaft. His brain screamed out in warning... too late. Plunging her head down into his lap, her teeth scraped from the head to the root as the fingers of her exploring hand squeezed him mercilessly.

“Gods,” he sputtered as blood rushed toward her mouth from every cell of his body. His initial reaction had merely been the preview as she wrung a climax from his body that he would not soon forget. Her nails dug trails of red across his flesh as she held him tightly while he jolted against her. Gush after gush of his essence shot down her throat, until there was no more to be had. Completely drained Amon fell limply to the bed.

Crawling up to meet him eye-to-eye, Robin’s lips pressed to his and he tasted himself for the first time. His eyes widened as hers smoldered at him. With one hand, she reached down and pushed his pants free of his hips, so he could toe them off himself. Once that was done, he kicked them off the end of the bed, though he wasn’t so sure they were going to be doing anything more for a while, since he had no feeling from his waist down. Undeterred, Robin lay against him, her head on his chest and her hand toying with his depleted length, rolling it between her fingers, gently caressing it.

Pressing his hand over hers, he stopped her progress. “Wait, Robin. Give me a chance to rest.” He tried to pull her back up to kiss her, but she wasn’t having any of it. With his pants off, his long legs were finally exposed to her and she grinned, a sinister smile that sent chills up Amon’s spine, yet again. “Robin…”

Starting at the top of his thighs, she licked her way down one leg, bending it up so she could attack the area behind his knee before moving on. His calf flexed as she nipped at it, gliding further down his leg until she reached his ankle. The evil grin was back as she leaned away from him, lifting his foot then running her tongue along his instep. “Ooh,” he moaned, his brain suddenly going into overdrive. He couldn’t fathom where she was getting her ideas from, since, oddly enough, he would NEVER have thought to do this to HER!

“Aha…” she thought, realizing she’d found another of Amon’s pleasure points. Holding his foot in the palm of one hand, she ran the fingertips of her other hand lightly over the bottom while he writhed. “Stop, Robin…” His plea was answered by a sinister chuckle as her fingers never ceased their teasing. Caught somewhere between laughing and crying, several tears rolled down the sides of Amon’s face. Amused, she dropped his foot, starting over at the top of his other leg. “Oh, no. Not again,” he moaned, as her tongue painted wet swirls across his thigh. Behind his knee, under his calf and down to his ankle she progressed. He tried to press his foot into the bed so she couldn’t lift it, but she responded by rolling him sideways and swatting the side of his thigh so hard that it actually stung. After that, he just lay there, stunned as she resumed her torment of his body. The area where her hand had impacted was stinging and he just knew there would be a handprint there. “You hit me!” he gurgled, confused.

“Behave!” was her curt reply, as her fingers closed around his ankle. Lifting his foot to her lips, she took his big toe between her teeth, sucking the digit into her mouth like a lollipop. Everything he’d been thinking until that moment vanished from his mind just like magic. Releasing the first toe, she repeated her actions four more times before running her tongue across the ball of his foot. “Robin,” he moaned, once again caught within her spell.

Letting his foot fall to the bed, she made her way back up his legs, still licking and kissing, until she reached his slowly stirring shaft. Leaning in, she placed a wet kiss right at the tip, much to Amon’s consternation. Pushing him onto his side, she gazed at the angry red handprint marring the otherwise perfect flesh. Pressing her lips to the wounded area, she kissed it, outlining it with her tongue as Amon’s thighs shuddered. The sting of the slap, mixed with the hot, wet pressure of her tongue was doing incredible things to his brain. Pleasure and pain… pleasure and pain; the two were inexorably entwined.

Settling him back onto the bed, she wrapped her lips around his shaft once more. Incredibly, Amon could feel something rousing within him. Suddenly, he felt like a seventeen-year-old again. There was just something about her. Drawing back, her fingers replaced her lips surrounding his shaft.

“Sit up, Amon,” she instructed him, as she sat back. He did as she asked, leaning against the headboard as she continued to stroke the life back into him. Her lips sealed against his in a deep kiss, her tongue searching the recesses of his mouth as her hand worked its miracles. It didn’t take more than a few minutes before he was hard again. Raising herself to her knees, she turned her back to him then straddled his hips. Pressing against him, she slid down the hard plane of his chest as she slowly lowered herself onto his shaft. He didn’t like this position at first. He particularly didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t see her face. But, as she moved against him, she placed his left hand at her breast, then took his right one and placed it at the juncture between her legs and his opinion faltered, slightly.

His left hand kneaded her soft flesh as his lips found the sensitive spot below her right ear. As she shuddered against him, he rolled the middle finger of his right hand over her swollen nub, making her hips jerk toward his palm. She ground herself into him, stimulation coming at her from every angle. His lips, his hands, his shaft, even the feel of his chest, gliding slickly against her back added to her pleasure. Her head fell back against his shoulder with a moan as she rode him with abandon.

“Aah, Robin,” he moaned into her hair as her velvet heat swallowed him whole and her body vibrated against him. Each touch of his finger against her hooded nub sent a spasm of ecstasy through her body and, in turn her clenching muscles sent a counter-shockwave through him.

She was in heaven. They’d made love dozens of times since they’d finally found one another in Mexico, finding it almost impossible to keep their hands off one another for an extended period of time, and each time it only got better. Every occasion was a new discovery, a new opportunity to find what made the other person tick. There were more sensations, more levels of ecstasy; more ways to pleasure each other. A guttural sound broke from her throat as her head lolled against his shoulder, his hands upon her bringing her to new heights.

Sensing her upheaval, Amon took charge of the situation, turning her in his lap so that she was now facing him; which wouldn’t have worked if she hadn’t been so pliable… lucky him.

Her arms slid around his shoulders, her chest pressing into his tightly as her hips ground against him. Burying her face in his hair, she breathed in his masculine scent, the tip of her tongue lightly flicking over the side of his neck, reveling as he completely filled her senses.

Gripping the smooth round globes of her rear, he held her close as his hips punched up into hers. It felt so good; so hot, so wet, so tight. This was his Robin… vibrant, beautiful… so absolutely incredible. The feel of her surrounding him was nearly enough to make him explode on the spot. But he held on, forcing himself to wait for her, to bring her to the edge so that they could plunge over it together.

“Amon,” she gasped, the trembling of her body increasing with each stroke. Resting her forehead against the damp softness of his hair, everything around him was blocked out by the fall of golden silk as her own hair surrounded them like a curtain. Reaching out, he pushed her hair back, looking into her eyes and seeing the love shining within their glazed depths. Her hands moved up to cup his face shakily as she graced him with a shy smile. Pulling her toward him, Amon’s lips took hers hungrily, kissing her with all of the passion she brought out in him. His shaft plumbed her depths, grating against her inner walls, filling her. A change of angle and the small nub was once again brushed against, causing her to arch back in Amon’s arms with a cry, his mouth sealing against the side of her throat as he kept up his frenetic pace.

No longer in control of his own actions, Amon lunged forward, throwing her flat across the bed as he plowed into her. His grip on her was painful as his hips slapped against the insides of her thighs. Falling over her, he kept thrusting as her arms slid around his body, fingernails digging trenches into the skin of his back. Her hips jerked up to meet his, stroke for stroke, high-pitched noises breaking from her throat at regular intervals.

Her body jerked convulsively against his now, the waves of her climax battering at her, shattering her resolve. With a final shout of “Amon!” she set it free, her fluids pouring over him as her muscles contracted, sending Amon over the edge as well.

“Robin,” he choked, as her channel tightened around him ruthlessly. Another stroke and he was coating her insides with the evidence of his own pleasure. They clung to one another, two bodies shuddering and jolting together in violent turmoil. Rolling them over, she took his mouth, roughly, the scary Robin once again surfacing. Her legs twined with his as she continued to grind her hips, milking every last drop of his being from Amon’s beleaguered body. Fluids trickled down her legs and over his, pooling beneath them.

When she’d finally had enough, she sank against his chest with an exhausted, “Amon.”

He held her, marveling at the perplexing creature quaking in his arms. He had discovered another side to Robin today, one that he’d never imagined would exist. He wasn’t entirely sure what to think of her… but, in the end, she was still Robin. The Robin he’d worked with, the Robin he’d searched for… the Robin he loved.

Much later they stumbled out of bed, sharing the shower before dressing and allowing their selves to be caught up in the excitement of the day. They watched Christmas programs on television, made leisurely, yet passionate love twice more then cleaned themselves up to go out to dinner. Upon their return from the restaurant, the message light in the corner of Amon’s computer was blinking. Amon had received a message from Nagira.

The quiet man’s sudden disappearance had stirred up a hornet’s nest in Japan, which concluded with Nagira being under surveillance, yet again. Robin was still extremely sought after and those looking for her somehow knew that if they stuck close to Amon, he would eventually lead them to her. Nagira told the pair that he was happy they had managed to find each other in time to celebrate the holidays together, but it wasn’t safe for them where they were anymore, since he was certain his transmission was being traced. Because of that, he told them that he would be incommunicado for a while, but he would get back to them when he felt everything was clear enough for him to risk it. He wished them luck before signing off, adding that he’d offer a special prayer for them when he visited the shrine for his annual New Year’s blessing.

It was time for them to move on. Christmas in San Francisco had been beautiful, but it appeared they would be spending the New Year in a different locale.

Robin glanced up at Amon as he adjusted his hold around her waist. He felt her eyes on him and turned, catching a glimpse of the girl she used to be in the woman she’d become. His chest tightened as his feelings for her threatened to overwhelm him. “We have to leave.”

Her eyes reflected her sadness. She’d been enjoying their time in the City and, though she knew it would have to end sometime soon, she was going to miss it terribly. “I know,” she murmured, head dropping down so that the waves of cascading gold obscured her face. It was nice, pretending to be a “normal” person for once.

Brushing her hair back, Amon tipped her chin up to look at him. “I’m sorry, Robin. I wish things were different. I wish they weren’t this way, but they are. We just have to bear with it.”

“I know… it’s just hard,” she replied.

“You know I love you,” he told her.

Her eyes met his, her heart filling with all of the passion he could offer her. As she looked at him, she came to a realization and a slow smile began forming at the corners of her mouth. Standing on the tips of her toes, she touched her lips to his, as a hand rose to touch the gold heart dangling at her throat, “Where ever you are, that’s where I want to be. I don’t care if it’s here or on the other side of the planet; as long as I can be by your side.”

“Robin,” he sighed, pulling her to him, loving the feel of her body contouring against his.

“So, where are we going?” she asked, when they finally broke apart.

He shrugged, shaking his head. “I have no idea.”

Gracing him with a heartfelt smile, she tucked her hand in his, leaned her head against his shoulder and whispered, “Sounds good to me.”


~Owari~