Birthdays

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*WARNINGS*
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Sex, and lots of it. I was so horny thinking about this it only took me a few hours to finish. XD Forgive any typos/grammatical errors, but I think you\'ll really enjoy it. ;)

P.S. I\'m so inspired by all the other really awesome stories here I just HAD to try to add!

P.P.S. I don\'t own Witch Hunter Robin, plz don\'t sue me.

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Robin stared at Amon through her glasses, on the pretense that she was examining the lenses for dust. She knew he considered her too young, but Robin was completely entranced by his dark and mysterious aura. She wondered what he dwelled on when his impassive features were drawn slightly in his \"thinking\" pose. She toyed briefly with the idea of inviting him to the apartment when Touko was gone, but blushed, realizing that there would be nowhere to go from there except to things she couldn\'t quite think about yet. Amon wasn\'t one for small conversation and casual visits. There was always an intensity around him that made one feel a driving need to actually accomplish something, no matter what it was. No, it would be a difficult task to approach him in a manner that would be subtle enough so as not to arouse suspicion. Robin sighed, wiped briefly at her glasses, then slipped them away.

Amon\'s jaw tightened reflexively as he tried more firmly to push out of his mind the young girl sitting near him. It was obvious that she was fixated on him, but even his best cold front could not faze her. It was rather trying during meetings, especially when her piercing green eyes met his own dull orbs and almost made him lose his train of thought. At night he would sit in the dark on the edge of his bed, trying vainly to dismiss images of her laughing, of her looking small and unsure, of her perfect body laid out before him...

Abruptly, Amon stood and stalked out of the office. Robin frowned, while Sakaki looked up with a faint \"oi\" of surprise, then shrugged off the sudden departure and returned to scanning his documents.

***

\"Mou, and your birthday will happen when you\'re gone... I know! We\'ll throw you a party when you get back!\" Doujima exclaimed brightly as the meeting adjourned and the STN-J members filed out of the conference room.

\"A-anou, that\'s not necessary...\"

\"Nonsense! I\'m sure master will be happy to make something special for his favorite customer, ne, ne ne?\"

Robin put up with the gentle elbowing and smiled faintly, murmuring a reluctant assent. In a few days she\'d be off to northern Japan with Amon, spending a few nights in order to investigate a strange incident in one of the port cities. A large passenger ship had been almost rent in two during a storm that cast it on some rocks, but, miraculously, every single passenger had survived. They all claimed to have walked safely out onto dry land and reached the city, but the ship was found wrecked on a pile of rocks a half-mile out to sea. Obviously, the incident did not merit a \"hunt\", but STN-J wanted to add the information of the witch, if that\'s what it was, to the database for future reference.

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Amon drove up the windy coast road, occasionally glancing at his silent partner. His thoughts had become even more preoccupied with the slight young female, and his dreams were causing him to sleep less, not more. The thought that Robin would soon be sixteen did not make him feel any better in the slightest. He only hoped that no incidents on the trip would throw them into a close situation. He didn\'t know if he\'d be able to control himself if that should happen.

Robin slouched even more into her seat, seeming to stare at the passing vegetation, but really studying Amon\'s reflection in the window. He\'d been brooding even more lately, and she found herself becoming lost every time his dark gaze caught her own. Often times she would find her body feeling more alive when he was paying attention to her, her breath quickening and her pulse racing toward something she couldn\'t identify. A restlesness had gripped Robin and was tightening its hold, and she desperately yearned for some sort of release. Hopefully she would be able to use the time alone with Amon to figure out if he returned her desire, and perhaps discover the source of her attraction.

***

They arrived late in the evening and checked into their hotel. Upon discovering that they had been assigned a large, but single, room, Amon was displeased, to say the least. However, he said nothing about the lodgings to Robin, simply leading her to the second floor and down the hall to the room. Two beds were neatly made up on the floor, one on each side of a folded screen, offering a small amount of privacy. Amon glared at the setup, let his duffle hit the floor with a dull *thunk*, and stalked into the bathroom. Robin finally stopped staring, although a blush remained on her cheeks, and set her suitcase down on her side of the screen before moving to open the balcony door and stepping outside. Across the street was a lively restaurant that was emitting the most delicious odors. Her stomach growled, and she turned around to head inside but paused, startled, at finding Amon suddenly behind her. He muttered something about eating and turned to leave, and Robin followed silently at a distance.

***

After dinner, Robin cleaned up in the bathroom first. Amon went next, and emerged towelling his hair, wearing only his loose sleeping pants. Robin\'s back was toward him as she slipped under her covers, and he watched the small of her back disappear, followed by each bump of her spine, until even her neck was covered. *shit* How was he supposed to know she slept naked?! He wallked around to his side of the partition and lowered himself to his mattress, thinking furiously of reasons for him to not molest her the way she seemed to be asking him to. Meanwhile, Robin\'s face was completely red, and she buried her head under her pillow in shame, trying to still her whirling emotions and find some sleep.

***

The next day found them asking the police for a recap of the case, and a trip on a boat to inspect the wreckage. They came back to the hotel together, but before entering, Amon mumbled something about taking a walk and turned away, heading off down the street. Robin sighed gratefully and went about her nightly routine undisturbed. An hour after she had slid into bed, Amon returned, trying to be silent.

\"Amon.\"

The fact that she had called out to him startled both of them equally. Luckily, the darkness hid Robin\'s pink cheeks as Amon approached warily.

\"Nani.\"

\"I- I was just wondering what you thought about the statements recorded by the police. Did they accurately record their feelings about what happened?\"

\"We\'ll find out tomorrow. I found out where some of the witnesses live. We\'ll ask them tomorrow.\"

\"A-ah... Alright... Um, good night...\"

\"Hn.\"

Amon didn\'t even bother changing, but instead flopped down on top of his bedding and stared at the ceiling for a long time, wondering what he would\'ve done if Robin had asked something entirely different...

***

In the morning, Amon rose early and bathed, and found Robin dressed (thankfully) when he was finished. After exiting the hotel and grabbing a quick breakfast, they set out for the first house on the list. Every survivor from the wreck seemed to be of sound mental health, and none were overly-enthusiastic about the incident. They described the terror of hearing the ship creak and groan and shudder as it hit the rocks. Then word spread through the cabins that the seabed was so high by the rocks that it created a dry path to shore. Singly or in families, the passengers timidly climbed out of the crack in the ship and down the rocks, rushing to the shelter of the distant buildings, heads down as they fought against the wind and rain that lashed them. The stories all seemed to concur without any strange differences. However, the very last person the couple questioned was a shop-keeper who was closing up, who mentioned that he hadn\'t seen one of his regular customers around in a while. The one in question had been an older man, who seemed to have grown old as a sailor and remained alone. Not many people paid him attention, as he tended to stay drunk most of the time and attempt to regale unfortunate passers-by with tales of his miraculous escapes from bad storms and other adventures he\'d had. Robin and Amon exchanged significant glances and noted the location where the old sailor had been found sleeping most frequently. They found traces of food and many sake bottles, but the man was not there. Of one mind, the pair turned their footsteps back to the hotel, Amon once again breaking off for a walk, leaving Robin to clean up in peace.

***

Much later, the door creaked open and Amon\'s heavy footsteps thudded on the floor.

\"Amon.\"

\'Not again,\' he thought.

\"Were you cold last night?\" Robin asked timidly.

\"A little.\"

\"Did you... would you mind sleeping next to me tonight?\"

Amon\'s heart stopped beating for a few seconds as his mind determined that she had actually asked such a question. At the same time, the nervous girl trembled almost fearfully as she awaited his response.

\"Ha-hai...\"

He turned and entered the bathroom with his clothes, quickly bathing and coming back out in his pajamas and a shirt. He stepped around the screen to retrieve his blanket, then came back and lay on top of Robin\'s covers right next to her body, throwing his blanket over the both of them. However, he caught her eyes and held them, putting as much weight as he could into his next words.

\"You... you know you should not tempt me. If you decide to reveal anything, I will not hold back.\"

Robin\'s wide eyes shone with fear in the darkness, and she jerked her head in a nod before turning away from him.

\'Oh my... What was I thinking... He can be a very dangerous man...\'

With that thought in mind, she nervously settled into her mattress and tried to sleep, while Amon\'s gaze tried to bore holes in her head, as if trying to discover exactly what she was thinking. SLeep came much later to the brooding man...

***

All day the couple questioned the locals about the old sailor, and few could remember his haunts or hideouts. The only place that showed signs of recent use, however, was the alley they had visited the day before. Feeling frustrated that the day had proved so unhelpful, Amon stayed out much later than normal, and Robin actually fell asleep, never hearing his return. Her last fuzzy thoughts involved the fact that it was her birthday tomorrow and if it would feel different from any other day so far.

***

In the early hours of the morning, as the sky was fading from black to grey-blue, Robin awoke feeling mostly warm and comfortable, although her left arm was freezing. Cracking open her eyes, she realized it was because her arm was flung outside the blankets. Her breathing stopped a second after as she realized the source of her warmth was her partner, who had apparently walked straight in and flopped down beside her, coat, boots and all. She also noticed that his arm had been flung over her and hit fingers rested dangerously near her exposed left breast. Blushing, Robin moved her hand to tug the sheets back up, and turned her head to look back at Amon - to find herself stunned into stillness by his acutely aware and hungry gaze. His even breaths blew some loose strands of hair into her eyes, but she couldn\'t blink. She felt the muscles of his arm tense first, which slowly translated into the movement of his fingers, which steadily stretched out until they brushed her nipple, which stood erect in the chilly air.

She jumped, and her mouth moved, but she uttered not a sound. Never looking away from her surprised face, Amon deliberatly moved his hand up until he had fully cupped her breast. Robin\'s breathing quickened and her outstretched hand clenched, but she mave no move to cover herself. Taking it as a sign of acquiescence, Amon slowly levered himself up on his left arm until he was propped up on his side, looming over the smaller girl. Gently, he began to massage her firm flesh, and her eyes almost fluttered shut, a sigh escaping her lips. Leaving the position of the sheets undisturbed, he lowered his head to kiss the curves of her skin, sending tremors throughout her body.

Although Robin\'s previously-trapped right hand was free, she did not try to hike up the blanket over her half-exposed right breast. Instead, as his kisses moved in that direction, she let the covers fall away at the approach of his lips, inviting him to lavish attention on her other half. Amon did so, and as she arched into his ministrations the sheets began to slip lower.

Suddenly, Amon made to move back, and Robin sat up, following him, causing her to be completely exposed from the waist up. His face hardened into a more predatory demeanor, and his words echoed through her head: \'If you decide to reveal anything, I will not hold back...\"

A hand under her chin and a thumb moving over her lips ensured her stillness as he carefully moved around her. Sitting with his bent to either side of her, he clasped her body against him, his left hand low on her stomach, his right revisiting her left nipple. Robin sat back against him, knowing that every time the sheets slipped further down it was solely because she had let them fall. Amon\'s fingers danced over her skin just above the junction of her thigh and hip, and she shifted her leg, beginning to expose her most private parts. She couldn\'t help it, his tongue on her ear and his hands on her flesh were driving her mad, and she ended up kicking the covers down to her knees, one leg ending up bent to the side.

Amon drank in the sounds of Robin\'s small gasps and moans, greedily watching as more of her body became exposed through her movements. Trailing his fingers up and down the inside of one thigh, he finally moved to stroke the small nub nestled in the mound of light curls. She inhaled sharply, and his finger slipped lower to prod her entrance. Bucking lightly, Robin whined her desire, and Amon complied, pushing his finger in and shifting it around. Keeping one hand possessivley on her stomach, which also pushed her rear to remain in contact with his fully-clothed groin, he continued to torment her earlobe with teeth and tongue while prodding her heat higher with his other hand.

A million new sensations assaulted Robin as she writhed against her dark partner. All her longings were suddenly defined and soothed, and she moaned in pleasure as she felt her whole body becoming warmer.

Recognizing her impending climax, Amon moved both hands between her thighs, two fingers stretching her opening and thrusting into her while the other twisted her sensitive nub.

The stimulation pushed her over the edge, and she tightened around her fingers, her hands tightly gripping Amon\'s legs. He reveled in her release, burying his nose into her hair and inhaling deeply.

Robin slumped back against Amon\'s firm chest, spent and satisfied. She then looked down and realized that in the throes of her orgasm she had completely kicked free of the sheets and was totally exposed, all the way down to her toes.

Amon was not blind to the fact, and finally spoke the first words of the morning: \"On your knees.\"

Startled by the sound of his strained and rough voice, Robin began leaning forward, asking \"N-nani?\"

A raging fire was burning in Amon and he was no longer able to hold back. Rising, he pushed her away so she sprawled forward. Trembling, she scrambled up onto her knees and elbows, looking back with scared eyes. But it was too late. Amon unzipped his pants, not bothering to remove any of his clothes, and held her hips, tersly barking out, \"Hold still.\"

Robin didn\'t have time to tense up before he thrust fully into her, causing something to hurt inside her so deep and sharp that she started to tear up. He heard her brief cry of pain, but it was all he could do just hold still and not start pounding into the heat that gripped him. In a few moments she began to breath more evenly, and reflexively contracted her muscles, testing the pain.

Amon uttered a soft groan and slowly fell forward, bracing himself on one hand, the other still gripping her hip. The movement rocked him inside her, and they both gasped. Robin tentatively bucked backward, and he breathed a sigh of pleasure into her ear.

It was so new and so strange, and yet it felt so good. Amon\'s weight all along her back, locks of hair tangling together, his coat falling to either side of her, his orbo pendant a cool spot in the midst of all the heat - Robin had never felt so sheltered, and as she flexed her lower muscles around his thick member, she felt as if she had reached into her partner\'s soul.

Slowly, Amon began to thrust in and out of Robin. Her fingers clenched in the bedding, and she tried to push back in rhythm. Sweat dripped down her neck, and she wasn\'t sure who\'s it was. Her body was responding as if she hadn\'t had an orgasm just minutes before. Amon started pounding harder and faster, and it was all she could do to brace herself upright. Finally, he reared back and used his now-free hand to rub her sensitive nerve bundle, and she came, whispering, \"Amon!\"

With a loud groan, drove into her deeply as her walls clenched around him and he spilled his seed into her. The room was suddenly silent except for the harsh pants that were slowly receding.

After a moment, Amon withdrew from Robin and she collapsed. She heard him rise and adjust his pants.

\"Happy Birthday.\"

She glanced up to see his impassive face gazing down on her before he turned and walked out the door. Robin blinked, and struggled to understand if he had truly been so single-minded about the whole thing. Gradually, she noticed the room becoming infused with light, and rose to clean herself as the sun became visible over the mountain.

***

When she emerged from the building, Robin found Amon across the street at a stall, munching on breakfast and reading a paper. Casually, she strode to his side and ordered breakfast, but all he did was shove the paper at her, pointing at the headline: \"Local Found Dead Under Pier.\" She hurriedly grabbed the pastry she paid for and hurried after Amon, who was headed in the direction of the police department.

The shop keeper that had first tipped them was called in and identified the body as the old sailor. The corpse had a shriveled appearance, and the hands seemed in worse condition than the rest of the body. Amon ordered the police to turn it over to their jurisdiction and called the Factory to tell them to pick up the remains for study. All the while, Robin stood silent in his shadow, shifting from one foot to another as her body began to alert her to some strange sore areas.

\"We might as well go home.\"

She nodded without glancing at her partner, which didn\'t seem to bother him as he stepped into the sunlight. Robin followed at a distance as they retraced their path to the hotel and checked out.

***

Amon called ahead to let the team know they were returning early, and summarised the case. The drive home was silent and uneventful. Once at headquarters, Amon quickly organized a report and left for home. Michael nonchalantly mentioned that most of the team members were at Harry\'s, and Robin took the hint and bid him good night, walked over to the establishment. She paused before entering, denying the warmth and light that beckoned. For as surely as her friends were in there waiting to surprise her, her thoughts were still fixed on the one person who had surprised her the most...

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What?! Looking for resolution?!?! If I get nice reviews, I\'ll think about it. ;)