Caught

The STNJ had spent three days staking out Harry's coffee shop looking for Yutaka Kobari, and Robin still did not feel entirely comfortable in the outfit Harry provided. It was not very exposing, but it left her back bare, and she could feel some of the customers leering when she turned away. The uniforms were a mystery: Robin had never seen anyone working at Harry's but Harry, and he had a whole closet full of them.
Despite the feeling of exposure the outfit gave her, she enjoyed being in Harry's. The dark wood of the bar, the lights, the conversation, everything worked to put her at ease - the very last thing she needed on the stake out. She worked hard to pay attention to both her jobs - Harry was paying them for waitressing - and trying to figure out which of the customers was their target was more than a little difficult.
Finally, Doujima came back to the bar and told Harry that the last of the customers had left. Robin leaned back on both her arms and sighed. It had been a long day, and she felt like sleeping. She helped clean up the last few tables and dishes and then left smiling. It was Sakaki's job to watch Harry at night in case his son appeared after hours.
She stepped out the back of the restaurant where Karasuma was waiting in her car to drive her back to her apartment. In the night air, Harry's backless uniform did nothing to keep her warm. She shivered as she jogged up to the car and hopped in. Her outfit got a brief glance, but Karasuma looked to tired to ask. Robin did not want the attention.
Toko's apartment was 10 minutes away, and with the cars windows rolled up and the heat on, Robin was begining to feel human by the time the car pulled up. She thanked Karasuma and bowed, then took her keys out of one of the outfit's many pockets and waited for her to drive away. For a couple minutes, Robin leaned into the entrance, rubbing her arms and legs together.
Finally, Amon's car turned the corner and parked on the curb. Robin wasted no time reaching the sanctuary. Amon said he had been needed at headquarters, which more than explained his delay, but did not asuage her annoyance. Twice she caught Amon staring at her out of the corner of eye, enough to be amused and enough to awaken the begining edge of anticipation in her heart.
Amon set his hand lightly on Robin's leg as he parked next to his apartment building then kissed her. There tongues wrapped around each other for a moment as Robin reached across the dashboard to rub the inside of Amon's leg. She reached up slightly and touched him through his pants, enough to make him pull away and turn off the car.
They both walked quietly up the stairs into Amon's apartment. Speech, were either inclined, would have stretched the next few moments out for minutes, instead Robin grabbed Amon and pushed him into a nearby chair. She pushed her body against his and they kissed again, then, painfully, she worked down his body with months of practice. Her hands slid down his sides and then to the top of his pants, freeing his member, and eliciting a brief groan - why Amon insisted on this she did not think she would ever understand.
She looked at his eyes - something else she thought odd - as she licked slowly over his shaft letting her fingers grasp his balls before sliding the length into her mouth. Amon reached up and ran his hands through her hair as she began to suck on the head. She leaned forward slowly brushing her breasts against his leg before letting his cock pop out of her mouth.
Robin slid up Amon's lap and let him undo the buttons down the front of her shirt. He cupped her breasts and began to knead them gently then slid his hands down her sides. Robin bent in and kissed him; his dick was barely brushing her below her navel. Tongues fighting and hands roaming they pushed against each other, and then, with a faint grimace, Robin tore Amon's shirt open. Following his loose buttons downward she began to attack his chest with her teeth and fingers.
His nipple caught between her teeth as one hand ran sharply down his stomach leaving thin red lines as it moved. He was breathing fast, and, from how he throbbed against her, she half expected him to lose control already. Instead, he fumbled at the top of her pants, trying vainly to expose her body. In a moment of cruelty, she pulled back with a faint smile letting him reach at air, and then, as his face contorted at his denial, she undid the buttons herself and slid her pants easily to the floor.
For a moment they looked at each other. The only light came from the weak fluorescent tube at the door. Deep shadows still held them - each body's contours highlighted perfectly. Both panted more and more slowly as their hearts drew back, then, sure that both could last long enough, Robin pulled herself close to Amon's chest and lowered herself slowly onto his sex.
Robin began to build a rhythm as she moved up and down the shaft. On top she could make Amon's shaft rub perfectly inside her. Hissing breaths escaped her toward the ceiling as she moved, and then Amon leaned forward. His hands grabbed each half of her pounding ass roughly as he consumed her breasts. She forced herself to move faster without ever realizing it, and faster again, until her world contracted to pinpoint sensations across her body, and then to a shuddering light that rushed up from between her legs and into her brain.
The world made no sense: it was spinning and twisting like the inside of a kaleidoscope. In the distance she heard someone swearing and then she felt something grabbing her. The sensations were real but unimportant, until she smelled something familiar.
Smoke.
When the fire was extinguished, Robin sat on the floor half naked and awkward. Practice with her powers had made them grow. When they had grown enough, they would consume her, and she would become like the witches she hunted, like the witches that Amon hunted.
He had killed his partner once.
There was fear in her voice as she tried to form a question, "Amon?"
Silent and dressed, he stood staring at the charred lines in his carpet. He said nothing.


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Someone said they would like me to make another chapter of this. I figured I might as well oblige them. I hope it lives up to their expectations. Thoughts, comments, and opinions welcome.

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You know, with one of these at the beginning of the series, and one during episode 10, I really should do one after the methusalah thing and another during the craziness at the end. Depends on how motivated I am, I guess.