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Adult +
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23
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87
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Secret Passions
DISCLAIMER : I do not now nor have I ever had ownership of the Witch Hunter Robin characters or original story idea. The chapters written here however are mine, please do not reproduce
Okies, hopefully you will enjoy
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Amon settled back into his rather uncomfortable chair in the front office. He hated to leave Robin obviously disturbed by her dreams. Yet had he staye wou would have been the one suffering. \'with all this going on, how can I possibly entertain these thoughts\'....he berated and cursed himself till sleep clouded his mind.
Morning came, Nagira was gone before either of them woke. only a simple note:
Be ready at 11pm
Amon was anxious to get going. The waiting was making him edgy, the tension between he and Robin was making him crazy. His attention was drawn to the bedroom door when he heard the latch give way. Robin soon shuffled out, making a beeline for the kitchenette. Within moments he could smell the heavenly aroma floating through his senses.
Without asking she placed a cup in front of him before slipping into a chair at the table. He rather liked the way Robin made coffee,it was just the way he liked it. He\'d never tell her that though. There were alot of things he\'d never tell her.
Including his desire for her \'dammit, dammit, dammit what the fuck is wrong with you pervert\' Amon screamed inside his head. Sighing heavily he forced himself to speak
\"Well be leaving at 11 tonight\"
She kept her gaze on the cup she held. Figuring he would not recieve acknowledgement from her he resumed going over the det details. Doing all he could to ensure that they left no traces for detection. It was mind numbing considering the lack of sleep he\'d suffered the last few nights. He found his mind wondering to last evening. Robin had looked stunning in that dress. Even the jeans and shirt she\'d donned later was appealing to him. Her figure gracefully filling out the denicelicely. Amon shook his head, desperately trying to remove the image that lingered there.
Robin had ded sed she would try to cover her own shame and pretend that the last few days had not happened. Hoping the simple gesture of bringing him coffee would sooth some of his frusterations towards her. She felt his gaze burning into her... Why is he so angry with me? She wondered. When the burning of his gaze receeded she released a breath unaware she\'d been holding it for the last several minutes.
\"Do you think Nagira will be back before 11\" she inquired hoping to erase the fog that had settled on them.
\"Couldn\'t guess, why?\"
\"Hm-mm, nothing\"
\'grrr, dammit i hate that\' visibly frustrated with her adrupt dismissal of his question
\"I\'m going to get some rest, do not open the door or leave\" he rushed to exit the room before she made him even more uncomfortable.
He could smell her aroma on the linens. Doing his best to block his mind, he focused on the contents of the files. His mind settling on the fake Id\'s....a seductive smirk rose on his lips as the last remaining fragments of contiousness disolved away.
~~~Amon soon found himself dreaming:
Amon felt her against him, her bare flesh against his chest. Her petite yet perfect bosom pressed to him. The warmth that radiated from her flesh was soothing. Her skin delicate and velvety. A innocent yet passonate gaze from her bringing his simmering desire to a raging inferno. His body betrayed him, heat radiated from his loins...eedeeeded to release, she was his escape. Pinning her beneath him, his lips locking hers in a passionate battle. Her body fitting perfectly against his.
Pulling himself away from her, daring to look into her eyes, needing to see her want.....he saw her confusion instead a whisper on her lips \"Amon please don\'t do this\" His soul recoiled, the passion that moments ago flooded it, now replaced with shame, and discust with himself.
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Amon woke with a sweat pouring from him. He\'d been sleeping for a few hours. He strained to listen for any indications of Robin. Satisfied she would not disurb him he sought refuge in the very tub which had kicked off this awkward existance between he and his charge.
Robin had taken a nap thankful for the separation from Amon. Grateful she was able to escape the nightmares which had been haunting her sleep. After waking she carried about her task to make more coffee for herself. \'tonight we leave, what will become of us\' her mood instantly slipping into worry and fear. She knew if they were urviurvive Amon would be the one who accomplished this. Yet her dreams made her feel a foreboding sense of disaster. She again took advantage of the moment of privacy, silently praying for their safety.
\'please oh lord, protect us, guide us....give us strength when we are worn, and wisdom when we are lost. Give Mr. Amon the confidence in himself that I have in him. May he not suffer because of my sin...Amen\'
Remaining there for a moment longer she felt a sense of relief wash over her. She knew her Lord would not forsake her.
Amon had just pulled the door ajar slightly, he heard her praying and opted to give her a few moments more of privacy....he listened to each word...it was as if he\'d been allowed to look into her soul. When she prayed for him, it warmed his heart.
The feeling only a fleeting sensation when he heard her last words..\'may he not suffer for my sins\' It all came crashing down on him. Her request for his promise. She expected him to leave her if it meant saving his own neck. He could not do that, she should\'ve known that before she made her childish request. \' Amon, you fool...the only time you view her as a child is when she angers you\' he scolded himself.
Rolling his eyes, and fighting for composure he finally entered the room where Robin was.
\"Would you like some coffee?\" she asked
\"Hmm? oh uh yeah that would be fine\" he told her, stunned yet grateful she had innitiated communication between them. Hopefully they would be able to move past the awkwardness of the last few days rather quickly.
She returned with a steaming cup of the dark brew in a instant. Taking a hearty sip he sat the cup down on the table before going over the information again \'yes, he indeed loved Robin\'s coffee\'
\"Should have that memorized by now\" she said
\"Uh...just making surere ere isn\'t anything left out, our lives depend on it\" he said
\"I have confidence in you\" she told him
Oddly he found himself beeming inside. She had faith in him.
It gave him a new charge, he would make sure he got them out of this alive. No matter what the cost.
\"I apologize for my behavior\" she spoke again
\"For what?\"
\"My childishness\" the sincerity of her voice making him instantly feel guilty
They slowly came around to more open chat varying through the day. Most time spent with her reading, and he doing his best to remember all the information in the files before him. It would soon be night fall, they would need to pack and prepare for the journey soon.
\"Have you gotten all your things together?\" he asked
\"Almost\" she replied \"I will take care of the rest within the hour\"
Both resuming what they originally were doing. He had actually become inthrawled with his mission. He heard her chair scraping the floor, and the definative sounds of the bedroom door closing. His mind was instantly back to what was in front of him.
Robin took her dress off, folding it carefully before slipping it into her bag. She retrieved one of the pair of black jeans, and the peach colored shirt. Content this would do she got dressed. She did not have any other shoes besides the lace up boots she wore with her dress. However they did not look half bad with what she wore now. Brushing her tendrels down, allowing her hair to flow freely,she gathered her bag and left the room in darkness.
Amon heard her re-emerge from the room, he turned to look at her not at all expecting to see the vision before him. She glowed...hair hair shone like a angels, her delicious figure outlined by the black denim confines. The peach shirt appeared to give a blushing tone to her skin, which he found irrisistable. He noted her sh she she had nothing other than her old style boots. He grinned slightly, even he had to admit she could carry the look off well.
\"More coffee\" it was more of a statement than a question
\"Hai\"
She found a book she found interested, after folding herself into one of her famously distorted positions she contently settled into reading.
Amon stole several glances her way. A strange tingle rose in the pit of his stomach.....quickly dismissing it as anxiety he memorized the last document in the pile. Noting it was dark now, and Nagira would be there within the hour.
10:55pm. Nagira pulled to the front of the building. Amon told Robin it was time to go. Grabbing their lugage and belongings, they went into the night....into uncertainty. Fear of the unknown gripping Robin\'s heart.
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Please don\'t shoot me :-o I promise I\'ll try to do better next chapter.
Okies, hopefully you will enjoy
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Amon settled back into his rather uncomfortable chair in the front office. He hated to leave Robin obviously disturbed by her dreams. Yet had he staye wou would have been the one suffering. \'with all this going on, how can I possibly entertain these thoughts\'....he berated and cursed himself till sleep clouded his mind.
Morning came, Nagira was gone before either of them woke. only a simple note:
Be ready at 11pm
Amon was anxious to get going. The waiting was making him edgy, the tension between he and Robin was making him crazy. His attention was drawn to the bedroom door when he heard the latch give way. Robin soon shuffled out, making a beeline for the kitchenette. Within moments he could smell the heavenly aroma floating through his senses.
Without asking she placed a cup in front of him before slipping into a chair at the table. He rather liked the way Robin made coffee,it was just the way he liked it. He\'d never tell her that though. There were alot of things he\'d never tell her.
Including his desire for her \'dammit, dammit, dammit what the fuck is wrong with you pervert\' Amon screamed inside his head. Sighing heavily he forced himself to speak
\"Well be leaving at 11 tonight\"
She kept her gaze on the cup she held. Figuring he would not recieve acknowledgement from her he resumed going over the det details. Doing all he could to ensure that they left no traces for detection. It was mind numbing considering the lack of sleep he\'d suffered the last few nights. He found his mind wondering to last evening. Robin had looked stunning in that dress. Even the jeans and shirt she\'d donned later was appealing to him. Her figure gracefully filling out the denicelicely. Amon shook his head, desperately trying to remove the image that lingered there.
Robin had ded sed she would try to cover her own shame and pretend that the last few days had not happened. Hoping the simple gesture of bringing him coffee would sooth some of his frusterations towards her. She felt his gaze burning into her... Why is he so angry with me? She wondered. When the burning of his gaze receeded she released a breath unaware she\'d been holding it for the last several minutes.
\"Do you think Nagira will be back before 11\" she inquired hoping to erase the fog that had settled on them.
\"Couldn\'t guess, why?\"
\"Hm-mm, nothing\"
\'grrr, dammit i hate that\' visibly frustrated with her adrupt dismissal of his question
\"I\'m going to get some rest, do not open the door or leave\" he rushed to exit the room before she made him even more uncomfortable.
He could smell her aroma on the linens. Doing his best to block his mind, he focused on the contents of the files. His mind settling on the fake Id\'s....a seductive smirk rose on his lips as the last remaining fragments of contiousness disolved away.
~~~Amon soon found himself dreaming:
Amon felt her against him, her bare flesh against his chest. Her petite yet perfect bosom pressed to him. The warmth that radiated from her flesh was soothing. Her skin delicate and velvety. A innocent yet passonate gaze from her bringing his simmering desire to a raging inferno. His body betrayed him, heat radiated from his loins...eedeeeded to release, she was his escape. Pinning her beneath him, his lips locking hers in a passionate battle. Her body fitting perfectly against his.
Pulling himself away from her, daring to look into her eyes, needing to see her want.....he saw her confusion instead a whisper on her lips \"Amon please don\'t do this\" His soul recoiled, the passion that moments ago flooded it, now replaced with shame, and discust with himself.
~~~~
Amon woke with a sweat pouring from him. He\'d been sleeping for a few hours. He strained to listen for any indications of Robin. Satisfied she would not disurb him he sought refuge in the very tub which had kicked off this awkward existance between he and his charge.
Robin had taken a nap thankful for the separation from Amon. Grateful she was able to escape the nightmares which had been haunting her sleep. After waking she carried about her task to make more coffee for herself. \'tonight we leave, what will become of us\' her mood instantly slipping into worry and fear. She knew if they were urviurvive Amon would be the one who accomplished this. Yet her dreams made her feel a foreboding sense of disaster. She again took advantage of the moment of privacy, silently praying for their safety.
\'please oh lord, protect us, guide us....give us strength when we are worn, and wisdom when we are lost. Give Mr. Amon the confidence in himself that I have in him. May he not suffer because of my sin...Amen\'
Remaining there for a moment longer she felt a sense of relief wash over her. She knew her Lord would not forsake her.
Amon had just pulled the door ajar slightly, he heard her praying and opted to give her a few moments more of privacy....he listened to each word...it was as if he\'d been allowed to look into her soul. When she prayed for him, it warmed his heart.
The feeling only a fleeting sensation when he heard her last words..\'may he not suffer for my sins\' It all came crashing down on him. Her request for his promise. She expected him to leave her if it meant saving his own neck. He could not do that, she should\'ve known that before she made her childish request. \' Amon, you fool...the only time you view her as a child is when she angers you\' he scolded himself.
Rolling his eyes, and fighting for composure he finally entered the room where Robin was.
\"Would you like some coffee?\" she asked
\"Hmm? oh uh yeah that would be fine\" he told her, stunned yet grateful she had innitiated communication between them. Hopefully they would be able to move past the awkwardness of the last few days rather quickly.
She returned with a steaming cup of the dark brew in a instant. Taking a hearty sip he sat the cup down on the table before going over the information again \'yes, he indeed loved Robin\'s coffee\'
\"Should have that memorized by now\" she said
\"Uh...just making surere ere isn\'t anything left out, our lives depend on it\" he said
\"I have confidence in you\" she told him
Oddly he found himself beeming inside. She had faith in him.
It gave him a new charge, he would make sure he got them out of this alive. No matter what the cost.
\"I apologize for my behavior\" she spoke again
\"For what?\"
\"My childishness\" the sincerity of her voice making him instantly feel guilty
They slowly came around to more open chat varying through the day. Most time spent with her reading, and he doing his best to remember all the information in the files before him. It would soon be night fall, they would need to pack and prepare for the journey soon.
\"Have you gotten all your things together?\" he asked
\"Almost\" she replied \"I will take care of the rest within the hour\"
Both resuming what they originally were doing. He had actually become inthrawled with his mission. He heard her chair scraping the floor, and the definative sounds of the bedroom door closing. His mind was instantly back to what was in front of him.
Robin took her dress off, folding it carefully before slipping it into her bag. She retrieved one of the pair of black jeans, and the peach colored shirt. Content this would do she got dressed. She did not have any other shoes besides the lace up boots she wore with her dress. However they did not look half bad with what she wore now. Brushing her tendrels down, allowing her hair to flow freely,she gathered her bag and left the room in darkness.
Amon heard her re-emerge from the room, he turned to look at her not at all expecting to see the vision before him. She glowed...hair hair shone like a angels, her delicious figure outlined by the black denim confines. The peach shirt appeared to give a blushing tone to her skin, which he found irrisistable. He noted her sh she she had nothing other than her old style boots. He grinned slightly, even he had to admit she could carry the look off well.
\"More coffee\" it was more of a statement than a question
\"Hai\"
She found a book she found interested, after folding herself into one of her famously distorted positions she contently settled into reading.
Amon stole several glances her way. A strange tingle rose in the pit of his stomach.....quickly dismissing it as anxiety he memorized the last document in the pile. Noting it was dark now, and Nagira would be there within the hour.
10:55pm. Nagira pulled to the front of the building. Amon told Robin it was time to go. Grabbing their lugage and belongings, they went into the night....into uncertainty. Fear of the unknown gripping Robin\'s heart.
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Please don\'t shoot me :-o I promise I\'ll try to do better next chapter.