What To Get (For The Man Who Has Everything)

What To Get (For The Man Who Has Everything)
by meris ann

A/N: This is a story set sometime after one of my other works of smutty goodness, entitled
Origami, which is not actually posted on this site at this point in time. It can be found here, however:
http://www.geocities.com/revolutionaryzero/smut.html Yes. Very good. This story is post-series,
in my own little world, one in which Robin and Amon can live together in Spain and be happy and
have lots of sex. Yay! This fic is about two people who love one another deciding that instead
of making love, they\'d like to fuck. So, yeah.


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What does one get for the man who doesn\'t want anything?

This was the question that Robin pondered endlessly in the days leading up to Christmas, feeling like a
worthless git for not knowing what to get for Amon in the first place. Every inquiry she made into the
subject was met with typical, sarcastic Amon aplomb: responses such as \"a pony\", \"a clue\", and \"the moon\"
were frequent and very, very frustrating. She\'d even turned to Nagira for ideas in a fit of helplessness.

\"Why don\'t you get the kid a proctologist appointment for Christmas?\" Nagira had told Robin over the
phone, chuckling. \"Maybe they\'ll finally figure out what the hell\'s stuck in his ass and pull it out.\"

Nagira\'s suggestion, while somewhat amusing, had left Robin even more exasperated than she\'d been in the
beginning.

\"Amon,\" Robin sighed to him one night, in the darkness of his-bedroom-turned-their-bedroom, \"there must be
something you want or need for Christmas.\"

\"You are right,\" Amon conceded, sounding perfectly serious--and Robin would have been relieved if he hadn\'t
sounded completely serious every other time that she\'d asked him what he wanted and gotten a goofy reply
in response. \"There is something I need.\"

In the darkness, lying in the crook of Amon\'s arms, Robin frowned skeptically. \"Let me guess. A pony?\"

\"No. I\'m serious. This is something I really need, and that I think I deserve.\" His words caught Robin\'s
attention instantly; hardly ever did Amon confess to thinking that he deserved anything besides things that were
perfectly rotten, such as guilt and sadness.

\"What is it?\" Robin asked.

\"A lump of coal,\" Amon replied, his face breaking into a grin in the darkness when Robin emitted a quiet groan
at his response. \"I\'m startled that you don\'t agree.\"

At the end of her rope, Robin sat up some, looking down on her mate in the darkness. As it were, she could
make out only the dim impression of his face and it somehow irritated her that he could probably see her
perfectly in the dark with the aid of his Craft. \"Amon, this is serious. Normal people buy each other Christmas
gifts, especially people who are...um, together. I don\'t understand why you are so averse to the idea of me
buying you a gift.\"

He shrugged. \"There isn\'t anything I need. I don\'t see the point in giving and receiving gifts on Christmas.\" His
face turned sly, looking up at her. \"And besides, I thought that Jesus was the reason for the season, not gifts.\"

Robin managed to look exasperated. \"Amon, you don\'t really believe in God, so I highly doubt that He\'s the
reason for you. He is the reason for the season, but gift-giving is also associated with Christmas nowadays.\"
Green eyes acclimated to the darkness could see just enough to see Amon giving her a look of blah at her
lesson about the meaning of Christmas. Did he have to be so stubborn and frustrating always? \"What?\"

\"I\'m just glad that you told me about the gift-giving on Christmas thing,\" Amon murmured, rolling over some.
\"You see, I have been living in a cave for the last couple of hundred years.\"

Flopping down and glaring at his side, Robin was silent. \"You needn\'t be so sarcastic about all of this, you know.\"

\"I don\'t want anything for Christmas,\" Amon said simply, signaling that the discussion was done. \"And to
further emphasize my point: bah humbug.\"

\"Oh, fine.\" Robin let out a huff of air, snuggling down into the bed, settling in for the night. After a while of lying
in bed, mentally grumbling to herself about Amon\'s stubbornness, Robin drifted into sleep, lulled by the sounds of
her own breathing and Amon\'s.


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Looking resolute over her cup of coffee, Robin watched Amon intently focus on shaving his face like it was an
art. \"About this Christmas battle,\" she began, and Amon blinked slowly, deliberately, as if to say not
this again. She steeled herself and went on. \"I\'m getting you a gift. You can\'t stop me. Normal
people buy each other gifts and I think for once that I want to make an attempt at normalcy.\"

Slowly running the razor under his chin, Amon remained focused on the mirror. \"Robin, you and I are anything
but normal, I think. I rather like it that way. And where is this rule written that \'normal\' people must
buy each other gifts?\"

\"It\'s...written in my book about life,\" Robin informed him seriously, and ignored the interested side glance he
favoured her with. \"I\'m buying you a gift. That\'s that.\"

\"Robin, if you really feel compelled to get me something,\" Amon said, \"then go right ahead and do so. I am
simply not going to encourage you in your mission by giving you suggestions. I think you\'re going to be
severely disappointed by my gift to you.\"

Arching an eyebrow at the shaving man, Robin sipped from her coffee. \"Oh?\"

\"I\'m going to put myself in a box and lie in wait for you under a tree,\" he said. \"But I\'m going to need you
to open the box every day and take me out for exercise and feeding and things like that.\"

Robin managed to look only mildly disgruntled and stalked off to brood with her coffee.


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Her determined declaration to Amon about his gift still hadn\'t put Robin any closer to figuring out what she
was actually going to get for him. She wondered, in the back of her mind, if she was the first person who\'d
been faced with the dilemma of what to get Amon for Christmas. Eons ago, in what seemed like her past life,
she remembered Karasuma telling her that there actually had been an ill-fated STN-J gift exchange or two.

Robin had the distinct feeling that the exchange had probably been ill-fated due to Amon. It just seemed
like the type of thing that he would make ill-fated, especially given his disposition at the STN-J.

She didn\'t want to get him just anything. She wanted to get him something that was pertinent, something that
would hold some kind of meaning, something that wasn\'t just some simple gift that someone would give to
anyone. Groaning, she frowned. What was she going to give him, then? Her soul? Control of the world?
Amon\'s idea of climbing into a box and hiding under a tree until Christmas was starting to sound pretty good.
Maybe she could do the same thing, set her box right next to his and they could sit there in boxes until
the time came for them to open each other--which would be rather difficult to do, considering that they\'d both
be in boxes--

--inspiration struck Robin. Then the insipiration made her turn a bright shade of red in her cheeks and across
the bridge of her nose; surely, she could never do something like that! It seemed so...embarassing.

For a split second, Robin had considered just putting herself under a tree. No frills, no bows, no box.
Not even any clothes.

That would probably be a gift that Amon would like.

The more she thought about it, the redder she turned. It was likely that she couldn\'t even bring herself to do
such a thing, and what was more was that they didn\'t have a tree. Sure, every once in a while she thought
about doing something daring or totally out of character for her, but she usually couldn\'t bring herself to
do it. While Amon expressed continuing amazement at her...character in the bedroom, she still felt
herself to be fairly timid about the whole affair. Things were usually instigated by Amon, and moved along
by him unless she objected or became emboldened enough to take the reins of control herself.

That didn\'t happen very often though, and the thought of doing something like sitting naked in wait
for Amon in the form of a present made Robin embarassed for even thinking it.

And yet, despite her embarassment, the thought refused to leave her mind. Some meaningful Christmas
gift--her.

Well, maybe a bow would be tasteful, on second thought. Wrapping paper? No, no...too awkward.

Did they even make bows that were Robin-sized?


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\"You\'re hiding something.\" Amon\'s voice stopped Robin dead in her tracks, and his eyes out from behind
the book he\'d been reading for a good portion of the afternoon. \"Why the startled look? It\'s kind of
obvious.\"

Robin fidgeted in the hallway that led to her room, trying to look innocent and oblivious but fearing she
was failing under Amon\'s magically all-knowing gaze. \"I\'m not hiding anything. What makes you think I am?\"

He regarded her evenly, laying down his book on his leg for a moment. \"For one thing, you won\'t make
eye contact with me. That is huge clue number one.\" At this, Robin looked decidedly cowed. \"For
another thing, you have been slinking about the house all day long as if you don\'t want to be noticed.\"

Robin toed at the floor quietly. Oh, the agony of being caught.

\"I have the distinct feeling that you aren\'t replying because I\'m right,\" Amon concluded.

\"Oh, I just didn\'t want to distract you while you read,\" Robin explained lamely.

One dark eyebrow arched high, eyes narrowing skeptically. \"You never had qualms about distracting
me from reading before.\" He looked at her with faint amusement on his face. \"As I recall, it certainly
didn\'t stop you last week.\"

Colouring, Robin knew immediately the incident that he was referring to. Last week, having been somewhat
irked that Amon had been immersed in his book all morning and ignoring her very existence, Robin
had rather boldly deposited herself in his lap, putting reading out of the question for the time.

\"I feel bad about last week,\" Robin explained even more lamely.

Amon\'s face was decidedly amused then. \"Because I was so put out and all.\"

Why couldn\'t he just drop it, the jerk? So they\'d had sex, last week. That didn\'t mean that she couldn\'t
feel repetant for distracting him from his reading! You should have given up when he caught you,
Robin\'s brain told her.

\"Well.\" Robin didn\'t have anything worth saying in reply that wasn\'t going to paint her even more into
a corner. Amon simply regarded her in amusement for a few moments more, watching her fidget and
look down at her feet, and then picked up his book and went back to reading. Robin breathed an
invisible sigh of relief at his diverted attention. Turning and heading for her room in relief, Amon\'s
voice from the main room stopped her once more.

\"You know,\" he began, lightly, \"this book isn\'t very interesting.\"


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Robin\'s plan to turn herself into a giant, naked present required planning and stealth. It also required a
lot of reassuring herself that she wasn\'t going to look like a silly girl doing such a thing. There was
something inherently nerve-wracking about deciding to go ahead with such a...gutsy plan.

It was just so out of character for her, anyway.

First of all, she had to discover a way to present herself to Amon. She could theoretically just kind of walk
into the room, but that didn\'t seem to have the desired level of behold, I\'m your present and I\'m naked!
that Robin wanted. She wanted to lie in wait for him somewhere, so that he would discover her and
be sufficiently startled. This was somewhat difficult due to the close proximity they were in all day long.
After a bit of thought, Robin came to a decision.

Amon bathed on average every other day, before he went to bed. He\'d almost always done so; it seemed
to be part of his plan. So Robin made it part of hers. This meant that he would be taking a shower on
either Christmas Eve or Christmas, whichever happened to be the appointed day. While he
was in the shower, Robin would go and sit in his--their--bed and wait patiently for him to get out.
They didn\'t have a tree, but the bedroom would suffice--that was where they would probably end up
anyway.

Robin blushed at the thought. Okay, so she was getting a little excited about her plan. Perhaps really
excited, especially given that it was December 23rd. The plan would be executed either tomorrow evening
or the evening after.

It turned out that they did in fact make Robin-sized bows, but they looked somewat ridiculous when Robin
examined them. Several times she avoided zealously helpful Spanish shopkeepers because she didn\'t
want to have to come up with some sort of explanation as to why, exactly, she was searching for
such a large bow. Eventually she decided that perhaps the easiest solution would be to purchase
a length of ribbon and simply tie it around herself or something.

Robin was now in possession of a length of bright red ribbon that would be her so-called wrapping
paper.

Amon continued to be suspicious of Robin\'s nervous, dodgy behaviour as Christmas drew closer. He\'d
come to the conclusion that she was either hiding something from him that was related to Christmas or
that she was planning to kill him. Those were the two solutions he\'d voiced to her, anyway.

He was going to find out the real answer soon enough.


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Robin was in the kitchen, very much immersed in eating a piece of coffee cake, when Amon came up
to her and bent to brush a kiss against her forehead gently. \"I\'m going to take a shower and then go
to bed,\" he informed her, straightening and looking down on her as she dilligently munched on
her snack.

\"Okay,\" Robin replied, not having to try too terribly hard to conceal her intentions. Her coffee cake
was very good and it was currently controlling much of her attention. \"I\'ll be along in a bit.\" The
corner of her eye saw Amon moving into the bedroom and then into the bathroom, the door clicking
shut quietly. A few moments later the sound of water in the pipes alerted Robin to the fact that
Amon\'s semi-nightly showering ritual had begun. It wasn\'t really a ritual--he spent approximately
ten minutes in the shower and then another five or so getting dressed, brushing his teeth, and combing
his hair.

Robin shoveled in the rest of her coffee cake, taking a few quick seconds to pluck the small crumbs
from the plate with her fingers, and then hurried to the sink to rinse the plate and stack it neatly
on the counter to be washed later. Scurrying over to her not-oft used bedroom on the other side
of the flat, Robin closed the door behind her and took a deep breath.

It appeared that Amon was going to be getting his Christmas present on Christmas Eve. Robin
slowly began to disrobe, laying the clothes out on her bed. Pulling her sweater over her head, she
eyed the slip that she would not be donning that night lying on her untouched pillow. Placing
the sweater on the bed, she shivered a bit in the cold air of the house. She hadn\'t really noticed how
cold it was in her room before--how had she ever slept in there? Perhaps she\'d just become acclimated
to sleeping in Amon\'s room next to him; sometimes sharing a bed with someone even got a little
too warm for her tastes and she found herself kicking covers off of herself in the middle of the night.

But this was not the time for deep thought. Robin shook her head, clearing it of her previous
thoughts and took down her hair, shaking it out a bit. Moving to the drawer of her old bedside
table, she opened it and took out the length of red ribbon, looking at it with another deep breath.

She hadn\'t thought about how she was going to tie it around her, or where.

After some experimental wrapping of the ribbon around various parts of herself, Robin settled for the
utterly unexciting location of her neck. She wrapped it around her neck several times, careful
not to make it too tight, and then tied it into a bow at the front.

She skittled naked across the flat, skin pricking with goosebumps in the cold air. She made a most
inelegant dive into she and Amon\'s bed, the sounds of the shower still going in the bathroom. Lying
there snuggled amongst the covers for a moment, blinking at the darkened room through a curtain
of her hair, Robin suddenly righted herself and sat up, looking around.

She managed to feel utterly ridiculous and a kind of giggly-excited at the same time.

The shower turned off in the bathroom, the sound of water flowing through old pipes ceasing. Robin
was instantly sitting straight up, eyes wide and turned in the direction of the bathroom. She was
like a rabbit watching for a threat. The sounds of Amon clunking about in the bathroom were
plainly audible, and Robin held her breath.

Was it possible that she was actually going through with this silly idea? A tiny, breathless
giggle escaped her.

The sounds of tooth-brushing faded from hearing and perhaps fifteen seconds later the bathroom
door opened, and then the bedroom door opened, revealing Amon clad in his usual loose
sleep pants, scratching at wet, slightly rumpled hair. He froze in place completely when he caught
sight of Robin sitting in the middle of the bed with a big bow around her neck and a hopeful,
bright look on her face.

\"Merry Christmas!\" she said cheerfully, and Amon remained frozen for another moment before
chuckling slightly and closing the door behind him quietly.

\"All this time I was certain I was getting a lump of coal,\" Amon said lowly, moving over to the bed.
He threaded a finger through one of the loops of Robin\'s bow. \"Let me guess. This is your bow?\"

Robin nodded, looking up at Amon with her eyes bright. It somehow wasn\'t as embarassing
or awkward as she figured it would have been. \"Mm-hmm.\"

\"I thought one wasn\'t to open their gifts until Christmas morning,\" Amon said, his finger
still in the loop of the bow, unmoving. Robin was almost vibrating with excitement; for
some reason the situation was incredibly stimulating to her.

\"Perhaps it would be alright for you to open one early,\" Robin suggested lightly, shifting a
bit on her heels, perhaps denoting her eagerness.

A smirk graced Amon\'s lips, and Robin couldn\'t help but smile back. \"I wonder what I got,\"
Amon said with mock wonder. His finger finally left the loop of the bow and joined his other
hand as he ran his hands up and down Robin\'s arms, from the backs of her hands to her
stomach, up and over her ribs and breasts and neck to her face. His hands moved back down
and lingered over her breasts, leaving her to let loose a little whimper. \"Hmm. I have no
idea what it is. Should I pick it up and shake it?\" he said, as Robin waited breathless.

\"No,\" she remembered to reply. \"It\'s probably fragile.\"

\"You\'re probably right. I guess I should just open it.\" Amon\'s hands trailed back to the bow
and one of his hands grasped the end of one of the bow\'s strings and pulled slowly. The bow
fell apart under his fingers and he pulled gently on one of the loops around her neck, causing
the ribbon to come sliding along her skin as it came away from her neck. His other hand
slid to the back of her head, guiding her towards the edge of the bed on her knees until she
was kneel-standing against his standing form, staring into his face. \"Huh. Imagine that! I
got a beautiful naked girl,\" he said in amusement. Robin giggled a little.

\"Do you like it?\" she asked, feeling Amon\'s hand still holding the ribbon sliding along her bottom,
up her back.

\"It\'s just what I wanted,\" Amon replied, throatily, angling his mouth again Robin\'s. Her hands
moved to tangle in his thick, still wet hair, her skin burning against the bare skin of his torso.
Her mouth moved against his hungrily, a small moan of contentment coming from low in her
vocal chords.

Robin had to admit to herself that there was something somehow exhilirating about waiting naked
in a bed with a big bow around your neck. She moved her mouth away from Amon\'s and to his neck,
trailing her tongue up to his ear (which, she had discovered over time, were particularly sensitive) and
nibbled gently with her teeth, rousing a small exhaling noise out of Amon. His hands on her hips
moved her away from him slightly, just enough for him to look at her.

\"I think I want to play with my new toy,\" he murmured, and Robin smiled, leaning against him
eagerly. How did he manage to turn her into a gooey pile of excitement so quickly? It
never failed.

\"Your new toy wouldn\'t mind being played with,\" Robin murmured back and breathed what she
could have only termed as a sigh of relief when Amon moved to lay her down back into the bed,
coming to kneel over her supported on his hands above her. His mouth met hers again fiercely
and Robin squirmed beneath him, missing the contact of his body, unconsciously arching upwards,
seeking the warmth of his skin against hers. Amon pulled back again, leaving Robin breathless
and arching still, yearning after him. He looked down on her with a slight smirk.

\"Someone\'s anxious.\" He took a moment to pause and brush some of her hair away from her face,
her head turning into his hand, nuzzling the palm.

Robin pouted. \"You\'re always so...deliberate.\"

Amon snickered some, his hand trailing along the lines of her face. \"It\'s called foreplay, Robin.
It\'s an art.\"

Brow furrowing at the sudden loss of Amon\'s touch on her face, Robin exhaled, flabbergasted. \"It\'s
crap.\"

He laughed at her right out, then, hanging his head somewhat. \"Who would have known that quiet
little Robin was a nymphomaniac?\" He pressed his face into her neck, his breath warm across the
skin, reducing her to squirming in anticipation once more. \"Certainly not I.\"

One of her hands pressed against the back of his head, shivering slightly at the combined sensation
of his wet hair and warm breath on her skin. Robin made a little noise of impatience and Amon
snickered again, nipping lightly at her neck. She settled in, a measure content, when he began
to pay attention to her neck, his tongue, lips, and teeth carefully exploring the skin, lingering
over the place where her pulse thudded under the white skin.

Robin\'s body seemed to almost follow the trailing touch of one of Amon\'s hands as it moved down her
body lightly, whispering down over the skin of her belly to the juncture of her legs; not even needing
to part her knees, finding them already slightly parted for him. She gasped and let out a low little
moan when his fingers brushed lightly over her entrance, just enough to make her twitch and long for
him to do something. His hand moved back up to her hip, tracing back up her ribs and to her neck.

He stopped his attention to her neck and nuzzled close to her ear, causing her immediate frustration
once more. \"I have an idea,\" he said lowly, sounding somehow...devious? Robin slid her eyes over
to look at the side of his head, pressed against hers. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

\"What is it?\" she queried, sounding as suspicious as she felt. Whatever he had planned would
probably be more sweet torture for her. He moved back and looked at her, lips curved
wickedly. One of his hands came into her line of sight, still holding the ribbon, looped around his
hand.

\"This ribbon and a test of your patience,\" he said, and Robin tittered for a moment.

\"How so?\" she asked, her curiosity getting the best of her. She made a faint noise of suprise
when Amon took up her hands and raised them above her head, leaning up and over her to
hold them together gently as he took the ribbon and wrapped it around one of her wrists, then
the other, and then around both of them together. It wasn\'t tight, and it didn\'t hurt her, but it definitely
did prevent her from moving her hands. She felt Amon tying a quick bow to bring the loose
ends together, and Robin started to move her arms back down from above her head, only to have
Amon put them back in place.

\"This is the test,\" Amon explained, sitting back so that she could see him, and see the smirk on his face.
\"Your hands stay up there. You aren\'t allowed to touch anything--especially not me. I\'ll release your
hands as soon as you ask me to, but until then they\'re to stay up there.\"

Robin blinked, shifting some, already wishing the ribbon was off. She wanted to touch and be
touched, but as with the sitting in the bed, naked, something about the idea of not being able
to touch anything excited her, somehow. \"Okay.\"

\"Alright then.\" His mouth came back to hers, teasingly, teeth biting softly at her bottom lip. Robin\'s
mouth sought, open and waiting, to meet his, but found it impossible to do without the use of her hands.
Amon hovered just slightly out of reach, his lips brushing against Robin\'s ever so slightly, a flick of
the tongue here and there keeping Robin battling for contact. She groaned, her slender body arcing
hard up off the sheets, seeking contact.

\"Why won\'t you kiss me?\" she asked, voice almost a whine. Amon used one of his hands to gently
push her reaching body back down into the bed, moving it back up to place a thumb on her lips.

\"Patience,\" he reminded her, lowly. Sighing and stilling herself, Robin sank fully back into the bed,
relaxing. Amon\'s face moved from hers down to between her breasts, immediately setting her on
edge with anticipation again, her chest rising and falling sharply with a deeply-taken breath. Slowly
and deliberately, his mouth pressed kisses just under her breast, around to her side, and down to her
hipbone. The kisses moved across the space between her hipbones, low on her body but not low
enough. Both hands slid slowly up her legs, moving along the side of her buttocks, up her sides and
just when Robin thought that perhaps her breasts might get some much needed attention, Amon\'s
hands moved around them and up to her collarbone.

A whimpering sigh came out of her, her hands rubbing against each other futilely. Her body had broken
out with gooseflesh all over. This was proving to be a lot harder than she would have imagined it to be,
this not touching anything. By now Robin would have grabbed one of Amon\'s hands and directed it to
where she wanted it to be, or sat up and moved to him. She decided to try to sit up, and moved to swing
her arms in front of her for leverage to rise, but Amon gently and insistently pushed her arms to their
original position above her head.

\"No,\" he said, patiently, as if he was speaking to a toddler. \"You haven\'t asked to have your
hands untied yet, so they stay there.\"

Robin bit her lip in frustration. She didn\'t want to give in so easily, but she wanted her hands.

Perhaps taking pity on her helpless form, Amon leaned forward and kissed Robin, her mouth
opening excitedly to receive it. Her tongue moved out quickly and ardently, sucking him in
for a bit more than he may have originally planned to give her, making him lost in the moment.
While Robin\'s patience may have been lacking, Amon\'s control was at times lacking, and one
of his hands moved down to her knee, pushing her legs apart. Robin moaned with pleasure and
pressed her hips upward, inviting him--requesting of him--to do something. Amon pulled back
suddenly and looked at her.

\"Oh, no you don\'t. You are not going to sucker me into rushing, no matter how hard you try.\" His
eyes flickered with amusement when Robin\'s face darkened, having been caught in her intentions.

\"What if I tell you what I want you to do?\" Robin suggested hopefully, and saw a momentarily
battle rage across Amon\'s face. Another thing that Robin had discovered, whenever she became
frustrated enough and mustered the courage to do so--Amon seemed to rather enjoy it when
she told him what she wanted to do. His face set again and he shook his head.

\"No. Patience,\" he reminded her again, and Robin groaned once more and relaxed into the bed
as much as she could. Amon slid one of his hands down to Robin\'s left breast, his fingers cresting
lightly over the nipple. It had already been at attention before, but if it was at all possible, it perked
yet more at his light touch. His long fingers tweaked at it softly, as if it was super-sensitive--and
it was becoming so, with how soft his touches were.

Robin was going to lose her mind. Every nerve in her body seemed to have somehow suddenly
moved to her breast, her entire being focused on nothing but that one point on her body and how
badly she wanted it to be touched. Her hands worked uselessly against one another again, her
arms twitching above her. Amon\'s palm suddenly flattened and rubbed over the entire breast
firmly, and Robin cried out, the pleasure somehow so intense--almost as if he was really lavishing
attention on her. He smiled, faintly.

\"It\'s amazing what your body can feel when there\'s a psychological element involved, isn\'t it?\" he
asked her throatily, moving his hand away from her breast. Robin gasped at the sudden loss
of pressure and looked at him, pleadingly.

\"Please,\" she said softly, looking down the length of her body at him. \"Keep going.\"

He arched an eyebrow at her. \"Just say the word and I\'ll untie you--if you\'re ready to
give up, that is.\"

She couldn\'t give up then, especially not after he\'d said that. This was a game, just like anything
else, and she didn\'t want to lose--even though she had the distinct feeling that she would in the
end, anyway. \"No. Not yet. I can keep going.\"

Amon\'s wicked smirk returned at her shaky declaration, and he looked at her. \"Alright.\" He
moved down to the juncture of her legs once more, pausing to stare at her as she held her breath
and waited, and then one of his hands found its way back to her opening, whisperingly. Her breath
caught, a small strangled noise in her throat. Amon watched her, smiling faintly.

\"Patience,\" he murmured again, and Robin closed her eyes and pressed her head back into the pillow,
her body humming with pent up energy and desire. Ever so slightly his finger parted her nether-lips,
and she grit her teeth together to keep from making some sort of noise. One finger slipped inside
of her, only a tiny bit--running up and down the length of her slit slowly, passing over the
sensitive bundle of nerves at the top once, very carefully.

Robin\'s gritted teeth parted against her will, and a shuddering gasp escaped from her lungs. Her
body was going to short circuit if he kept this up. Green eyes opening desperately, she beheld
Amon staring at her with a faint smile on his face.

\"What?\" she asked, breathily.

\"Simply watching you,\" he replied, nonchalantly. \"It\'s quite a sight.\"

\"Is it?\" Robin asked, attempting nonchalance herself. Amon\'s finger moved a bit further into her, probing
a bit deeper, a bit more firmly. Her mouth fell open.

\"It is.\" His fingers moved around her clit, rousing involuntary twitches out of her legs. He began to
move his digits against the small nub with slow, deliberate movements, sending Robin\'s stomach
to floating in her body, her heart pounding. She may not have been able to move her hands or her arms,
but she could still move her hips, and they moved insistently against Amon\'s hand. Her eyes slipped closed,
her mind and body relieved at even the faint touches of Amon\'s fingers against where she wanted them
most. A low little moan came from her throat, her body squirming downwards towards Amon\'s hand.

A low, quiet, answering moan came from Amon and his fingers pressed a bit harder, moved a bit faster.
Robin\'s hips moved accordingly, almost taking on a life of their own that used the movement of Amon\'s
fingers as a heartbeat. Apparently he was more affected by the sight of Robin than he would have
admitted.

She could feel his fingers sliding around the slick entrance to her body and Robin began to push her hips
upward a bit, a question, a plea. She wanted so badly to feel those fingers inside of her, wanted badly for
them to stop being so teasing and to bring her to the end of the precipice that she felt herself slowly
climbing. Amon\'s hand not occupied with pleasuring her moved to one of her knees, pressing it down
to open her legs wider, give him more access at her.

Robin opened her eyes and found Amon staring at her, his face intense and focused on hers, and
she locked eyes with him, her face asking him the same question that her insistent hips did, her
teeth biting into her lip slightly.

One of Amon\'s fingers slid inside of her, deeply, and Robin moaned, long and loud, her hips rising up
firmly to meet the insertion, to push it in further. Amon moved the digit in and out slightly, in time with
Robin\'s svelte hips, another small noise escaping his mouth, echoing the whimpers that Robin had
begun to let out in frequency.

There was familiar tension building in Robin\'s body, her hips bouncing almost helplessly, every cell in
her body seeking the goal of release, her eyes locked onto Amon\'s almost hypnotically. Her breathing,
she could see, matched his, her body as connected to his as his was to hers, despite his position.
Movements becoming desperate, Robin\'s breath caught in her throat with a loud, squeaking gasp as
her nerves gathered their own breath to begin to sing--

--and then Amon removed his hand completely, no longer touching her. Her nerves expelled their breath
as did she, and she looked at him with a look that bordered on physical pain. She\'d been so close.

\"I told you,\" Amon said, slightly out of breath, \"that I would not allow you to sucker me into rushing.\" At
her flabbergasted look, he managed a smile. \"Did you think I was joking?\"

\"Untie me,\" she gasped, flipping her arms in front of her, sitting up quickly with the force of momentum on
her side. \"Untie me now.\" Amon grasped one end of the ribbon and pulled quickly, and Robin pulled
her hands apart, the ribbon still wrapped loosely around one of her wrists, dangling. She fairly
launched herself up at Amon, her mouth pressing against his demandingly and hungrily, her hand
holding his head to her firmly. Her other hand moved down his stomach and under the waistband of his
sleep pants, wrapping itself firmly around his hard length and giving it a few strokes.

Tongues dueling, his hips leaned into her as she began to stroke in earnest, not sure what she was
really getting at, but wanting him to feel some of the excitement that he\'d inflicted on her. Her hand
slid along his length quickly and easily, his mouth moaning against hers, teeth catching at lips. Robin
couldn\'t help but pull away and moan plaintively, as if to say why are you still clothed?, the whole
while still stroking away as if her hand didn\'t know how to do anything else.

Amon apparently got the message and stilled her hand long enough to divest himself of his pants, and
then Robin wrapped her arms around him, pulling at him, urging him to lay back, which he did.
Robin, then beyond all impatience and eagerness, climbed atop him and positioned herself atop his hips,
guiding his hardness into her with an intake of breath and rocking forward purposefully. A noise akin
to a growl escaped Amon and his hands grabbed her hips tightly, bringing her up away from him and
then back down solidly, rousing a pleasured noise out of Robin that was difficult to classify as
moan or shriek.

Her hands braced themselves on either side of his head and she began to thrust downwards onto his
length, with intensity, feeling the pressure in her nerves pick right back up where it had left off, her body
poised and trembling on the edge of her release; her eyes squeezing shut and her breathing erratic. Amon\'s
body knew the signs of its partner, the tightening, the frantic intensity, the shuddering, and his hands gripped
her hips almost painfully as he rocked upwards into her, meeting her downward movements with almost
perfect coordination.

\"Ah--\" Robin\'s mouth froze, open for a moment with no sound, and then resumed with a high pitched moan,
her body settling down onto his, hips grinding against his, moving uncontrollably in the aftermath of her
orgasm. Her teeth bit into her lip as she relished the release that had finally come, her breathing deep and
shaky. She opened her eyes to find Amon looking up at her, eyes smiling.

\"There. That was worth the wait, wasn\'t it?\" he asked of her, and she merely sighed, her face glazed
with the afterglow of a well-earned orgasm. Amon sat up, an arm around Robin\'s back to keep her in
place. Her body arched against his, torsos pressed together, and he wrapped both arms around her
back and held her close, tightly, his hips straining against hers for a moment.

He moved back then, lifting at her hips, moving her off of him. She moved back with confusion and
Amon got up onto his knees, motioning to her quickly. \"Get up on your knees,\" he said, voice
low and strained. Robin moved up onto her knees and bent over, her elbows pressing down into
the bed, her eyes drifting shut as Amon\'s hands slid down her spine and back up again, resting
right at the top of her behind. She waited in anticipation for his move, her lower lip rolling under
her teeth as Amon\'s hands slipped over her hips, back again, and along her spine once more. Her
body shuddered under the sensation of his hands sliding along her skin, palms open and flat.

\"You\'re going to learn some patience, one of these days,\" Amon said, and gave her a sound smack
right on her bottom, causing her to gasp with pleasure tinged with the sensation of being startled, just
like she did every time--her throat vibrating low with a noise of pleasure. \"I don\'t care how much
we have to try until you do learn it.\"

Robin was going to reply--she really was--but Amon chose that moment to slide himself into her, up to
the hilt, taking away any and all capacity she might have had to speak. Instead, all she could manage was
a contented \"hmmmm\". Hands moving once again to her hips, Amon began to slide in and out of her
opening with what sure seemed like impatience on his part. Robin, in between gasps and moans, managed
to smile to herself as Amon drove into her--for a man who was making such a big deal about patience,
he seemed to be saying quite another thing with his current movements.

Still smiling, Robin tightened herself, clenching her muscles; her pleasure-hazed smile furthered as
she heard Amon groan in response to the self-inflicted tightening of her walls. She rocked herself back
into him, following the insistence of his hands, dropping the upper half of her body slightly and sticking
her bottom up more to increase the angle and his ability to be able to move into her. Robin let out a
throaty noise when his length rubbed up against a particular spot inside of her, and managed to
turn her head around just enough to look over her shoulder up at him as he thrust into her.

\"Jesus, Robin,\" he said, his voice laboured, face intense and concentating, \"you\'re too good at this.\"

She smiled at him, secretly pleased and smug that she could somehow have this kind of
power over him, he who had held power over her for so long by virtue of his simple existence.
Green eyes smoldered over her shoulder at him, and she gave a little laugh. Something that
didn\'t usually see the light of day was bubbling within her, wicked and exhilerated, and she
looked back at him intently, feeling pleasure mounting within her again at the situation.

\"I want you to come for me,\" she whispered, and Amon\'s body seemed to be connected to
her words on a string, pulling him into her faster, further. She bit her lip, still looking back
at him, her body jumping slightly when one of his hands snaked around to her underside,
fingers reaching for her clit as he drove into her, stimulating her in two ways at once.

\"You first,\" he growled, his fingers working deftly and pointedly at the little nub of nerves,
causing Robin\'s breathing to increase in pace, as well as her backwards thrusts. It wasn\'t
going to take much, that was for certain. Robin\'s mouth opened into an O, her body
fighting to stay in control but failing miserably, and within seconds Amon had managed to send her
nerves into overload again, her voice peaking up into a cry of uninhibited elation.

Her mind told her that the neighbours must have hated them.

Apparently satisfied that he\'d made her lose control once more, Amon\'s hand moved back up to
her hip, regripping it. His hips rocked into her with a renewed fervor, his breathing becoming
more and more erratic and coming in short bursts. Muscles still contracting with the force of
an orgasm, Robin only found it necessary to clench her walls together a bit tighter through
controlled tightening of her muscles. Amon let loose a feral, guttural growl, and pressed himself
into her body as far as he could, his cock twitching as he came, his breathing still coming in
short gasps as his orgasm subsided.

There was a momentary silence filled only with the sounds of their breathing and small noises
of mewling contentment from Robin. \"Holy fuck,\" Amon managed after a moment of collecting
his presumably scattered wits. He drew out of Robin, flopping down on the bed and grabbing
her up into his arms, flipping her over from off of her knees, holding her against him tightly.
Robin could feel his heart beating intensely in his ribs, his chest rising and falling swiftly with
his breath. She closed her eyes in silent pleasure and snuggled against him, her lips finding
his neck to kiss lightly.

\"Aren\'t you glad I insisted on getting you a Christmas gift?\" she asked quietly, her voice
betraying gentle amusement. A heavy sigh came from Amon\'s nose, and he pressed
his lips against Robin\'s slightly damp hairline in a quick, ardent kiss.

\"Very much so,\" he replied. \"As a matter of fact, if I ever attempt to discourage you from
giving me any kind of gift, ever again, please kick me.\" He chuckled slightly. \"So do you
feel that we are normal people now, now that you\'ve given me a gift?\"

Robin shrugged lightly, squirming, not wanting to get up just yet but knowing that she was
going to have to, eventually, or face the problem of...leaking. \"I suppose so.\"

\"Most normal people do not give each other sex for Christmas, I don\'t think,\" Amon countered,
and Robin shrugged again, apparently unconcerned. \"Not that I would dream of complaining.\"

\"I didn\'t think that you would.\" Robin looked up at him, lips smiling, green eyes dancing in
the darkness with mirth and satisfaction. \"I love you. Merry Christmas.\"

Amon chuckled a little and smiled back down at her, hand running over and through her
mussed blonde hair. \"I love you, too. Thank you for forcing Christmas on me.\" His smile
turned serious very suddenly, and Robin\'s face sobered as well, sensing his seriousness.
\"But you know, Jesus still is the reason for the season. Did you approve this gift with Him?\"

Robin blinked and smacked at Amon lightly before rolling out of his arms and out of the
bed, headed towards the bathroom. \"Amon. Don\'t bring up Jesus in the bedroom,\" she
called back to him, completely serious, cheeks burning--and trying desperately to ignore
his laughter from behind her.