The Parable of Id

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Four years, four long years: that was how long Amon had been in consistent, day-to-day contact with her. There hadn\'t been a morning in four long years that he hadn\'t seen her sit and wearily sip coffee, nor a night that he hadn\'t seen her disappear into her room, her bed.

He knew just about everything there was to know about Robin. Whether he had intended to or not, he\'d grown accustomed to her habits, fears, and creature comforts. He knew how she liked her coffee, how much she disliked living arrangements that were unclean, and how much solace a simple warm bath could bring her after a trying day.

Consequently, she had probably learned just about as many of his habits and ticks as he had learned hers. It came with the deal, he guessed, of swearing to watch over her for as long as she lived.

Amon had also found, as most males living with a female, that there was a period where he was undeniably attracted to her. He tried, in vain, to wait out this \'phase\' that Nagira had assured him, or humored him, would pass in time; that it was normal for men to be attracted to co-workers, long-time friends, and roommates at some point in time. When Amon had begrudgingly admitted to himself that he was attracted to Robin she was sixteen. He figured, according to the theory, that it would pass as she came into her own.

He waited.

Robin turned seventeen, then eighteen. Amon, with a quickly growing sinking feeling was beginning to realize that perhaps this theory didn\'t apply to him. The attraction, instead of weakening and passing, as Amon hoped, hoped, even prayed, that it would had instead grown stronger, much, much stronger.

Robin herself didn\'t seem to be helping matters along either, at least the matters of Amon nipping this \'silly attraction\' in the bud and moving on. She had stopped wearing her shapeless, black dress long ago when Amon had insisted that she would be much more nimble if they had to run, without it. Robin had then switched to wearing clothes he guessed she considered comfortable. The problem was, they were much more revealing. It was one thing to watch her ride around Tokyo in spandex from afar, but it was another to watch her walk around in front of him in shorts and a tank top on a particularly hot day.

The more he saw, the more he wanted.

Robin, for her part, had not let four years of living with a man leave her with no knowledge of dynamics between them. As sexless as she had made herself out to be while working for the STN-J, she certainly had quite a bit more carnal knowledge than she let people think she had. She noticed the ways Amon\'s eyes would widen when he would walk into a room to find her wearing something that revealed a certain amount of skin, or how he would have to excuse himself when she wore a certain skirt, or how his eyes got dark and heavy when she nibbled on the end of her pinky in thought.
These little ticks had made Robin curious, very curious, and so she had decided to test her own theory; one that had sat in the back of her mind, small and hopeful, since the first time she had laid eyes on the dark-haired man. She was nineteen now, and finally couldn\'t deny the fact that she had hormones, and they made her want, they made her ache, badly.

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Robin had made a mental list of all the things that made Amon twitch. Her goal: to see if she could fit them all in a single day. Amon was a man with an amazing amount of self control. Therefore, it was going to take quite a bit of \'prodding\' from her to make him react. She would have to be persistent, and hope that the reaction she got out of him would not include him storming away for several hours in frustration, but, something...else.

It started early in the morning. Robin woke up promptly at eight; strange for her, as she usually liked to sleep late, if at all possible. But not today, no today she needed the precious morning hours to start turning the cogs and gears of her plan. She had discovered early on, more from observation than any form of omission that Amon liked it when she cooked breakfast. She supposed there was something primitive and manly in him that was stroked at the sight of a woman tending house, so, it was her first step; her \'primer\' you could say.

She had just finished setting the meal, eggs and toast (simple yet effective) when Amon walked into their small kitchenette. Robin smirked internally. Her and Amon\'s inner clocks could always be relied upon. Years of working for an organization like Solomon had made them both creatures of habit and routine, thereby making the unexpected and the surprised something that naught often occurred-oh but it would today, Robin mused. She had counted on Amon waking at nine, as he did most mornings, and apparently his force of habit had once again prevailed, letting Robin ready the playing field.

Amon had been pleased, giving her a nod before sitting down to breakfast.

Let the games begin.
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Robin was reaching the end of her rope. Throughout the day she had carefully employed everything she had thought Amon would react to. She had made sure to brush up against him at every opportunity during the day, to reach around him whenever she could, making sure he had ample views of the skin that exposed itself when she moved. It was strange for her really. She had never had any desire to display her body, believing it sinful, and then later on just...silly. She didn\'t want to have people gawk at her, it made her uncomfortable, but for some reason a different feeling welled up inside her when Amon looked at her. For a while now she had wanted Amon to look at her, wanted the weight of his gaze on her body. It made her shiver inside, and she liked that. The day was nearing a close, and it seemed that the only thing she hadn\'t tried was being blunt. Perhaps with a man like Amon, being blunt was the exact thing she needed to do.

\"Amon?\" Robin said, approaching him as he sat at the table with coffee and a newspaper.

\"Hmm?\" He replied, without looking up. It was the end of the day, and Amon was once again, by force of habit, reading the paper before bed.

\"How many women have you been with?\" Robin paused, watching as Amon choked on his coffee and put the paper down to stare wide-eyed at her. Seeming to have his full attention, Robin continued. \"Sex, I mean.\"

Amon regarded her with a crinkled brow for a moment, then replied cautiously, not really sure what she was getting at, but knowing he had to pick his words very carefully on this one. \"Are you sure that\'s an appropriate question to ask?\"

Robin seemed to blush slightly at this, but nevertheless, boldly continued. \"Well, I suppose that it is, considering that we know everything else about each other. I mean, it\'s not really fair, considering that you know I\'ve never been with a man.\"

Amon gaped at her.

Robin continued, seemingly undaunted by his reactions. \"I mean, I know you haven\'t since we\'ve been running, but it\'s not very fair to me.\" Amon could only stare, at a loss for words at Robin\'s unprecedented sudden interest to talk about sex.

Some sick part of Amon\'s brain decided to humor her, hoping her question would suddenly turn innocent. \"And why would that be?\"

\"Well, I\'d given up on any hope of becoming a Bride of Christ when I became a hunter, and in this situation I doubt I\'d ever get married as my religion so requires. Does that mean I\'m destined to take my virginity to my grave?\"

The question was posed so innocently, but Amon could not for the life of him answer her. Her face remained soft, na•ve, but there was something dangerous brewing beneath that question. Christ, she was acting like a horny teenager. Amon\'s mind churned, panicking. How could he have been so stupid, assuming that she would stay innocent Robin forever, innocent Robin raised in a convent? He had been so worked up in his own moral dilemma with his feelings for her that he had completely forgotten about the other side of the equation. Time makes you bold.

He had almost forgotten about the young Robin who was his partner so long ago, the Robin that was so obviously enamored with him. He had become accustomed to her unassuming presence, accepted over the years that she would never confront him with her own desires. He had been wrong, and Amon didn\'t like being wrong, it was dangerous. Amon looked at Robin with almost fear. She had been acting strangely all day, and now he suddenly understood why.

She leaned her forearms on the table, causing her shirt to droop, exposing the tops of her milky white breasts. At this point, Amon\'s fevered mind wasn\'t sure if it was intentional or not. \"You know,\" Robin said, looking at him through now lidded eyes, \"I\'ve never even been kissed.\"

Did someone put something in her coffee this morning, because by God where was the Robin that he knew, and who had replaced her with this innocent seductress?

This was not going to end well, at least not the way Amon wanted it to end.

\"Robin, stop.\" He stood up, his voice stern, chastising, the tone he would use when correcting a child that had misbehaved. Was this really the only way he could bring himself to regard her? As a child, as his ward? She looked up at him, her brows crinkling. He looked down on her, eyes cold. \"You don\'t know what you\'re implying.\"

Robin frowned, standing up suddenly, tilting her head up to challenge his glare, his mask, the mask he couldn\'t seem to remove, even for her. \"And what if I do understand exactly what I\'m implying?\" undaunted Robin continued, quieter, but with no less conviction, \"I\'m nineteen, Amon. I\'m a woman now.\"

Amon continued to stare evenly, gritting his teeth. He had pushed, and she had not caved under his will as was her wont, but had pushed back. They had backed themselves into a corner, and Amon realized the only exit he could afford was to push her far, far away. He took a step back, creating a physical distance to pair with emotional rift he needed to rent between them. A small voice in the back of his mind whispered to him, \'do you need to, or are you afraid?\' he ignored it.

\"You\'re not.\" As if he needed to drive the stake deeper Amon continued, \"You\'ll only ever be a child to me.\"

He expected tears, at the very least, but he was surprised when he looked up to find her staring, the emotion drained from her face. Her hands were shaking slightly. Her eyes were completely blank, and that was what frightened Amon the most. \"Well then,\" she began, her voice very un-Robin like, \"if that is truly the way you feel then there is no reason for us to be together then, is there?\" She took several steps backwards, vapidly. \"I\'ll leave, we\'ve served our purposes.\" She turned and walked toward the door.

\"Robin, I forbid you to leave!\"

She turned to regard him, \"You can forbid me nothing.\"

The door slammed behind her, and he heard that faint sounds of her stocking feet thudding down their stairs and out the main door of the apartment.

Amon watched the door for a moment, hoping she would just come back in.

Minutes passed, and Amon sat himself down to wait for her return. They had fights before where one of them stormed off. She would come back. Still, he worried. They were never as bad as this...

Minutes turned to hours, until finally the clock struck midnight. Amon looked up, head in hands, sick with worry. He had time to think, and Amon had finally come to a decision. A rather frightening one, but he hoped that in the long run it would be the best for both of them. He pulled on his jacket, and left the flat.

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It was nearly two o\' clock in the morning when he finally saw a small form sitting on a park bench. He had checked all of her usual haunts, his mind slowly beginning to panic as each spot turned up empty. He had finally decided to check the park, she went there from time to time. He knew it calmed her. He hurried his steps, his breath condensing before him in small puffs. It was getting increasingly cold out at night. Robin had left in just a tank top and skirt. She was probably freezing.

He felt his heart clench for a moment with relief when he discerned that it was indeed Robin huddled on the small park bench, curled into herself, shivering.

\"Jesus, Robin.\" He placed a hand on her arm and she flinched.

\"Don\'t touch me.\"

Amon withdrew his hand, looking down on her with a sigh. He was very good at pushing people away, too good. He supposed it was finally time to learn how to pull them back in.

\"Robin, you\'re freezing, at least take my coat.\" He removed the garment, holding it out to her. She didn\'t move.

\"You\'re a horrible man, I don\'t want your protection, any form of it.\" Her voice was muffled and heavy, as though she\'d been crying, or still was. He couldn\'t tell by the way her face was buried in her arms.

She wasn\'t going to make this easy was she? Amon steeled himself. If he wanted Robin in his life this was the way it was going to have to be, for both of them. There was no substitute at this point.

\"Robin. I need to tell you something, will you please look at me?\"

She stood up, still shivering, and regarded him coldly.

\"Robin, we\'ve been on the precipice of something for a good long while now. I\'m not quite sure what it is, or what it will become, but I know now that I can\'t ignore it as I\'ve tried\" Robin blinked, still regarding him guardedly. He smirked slightly. \"You\'re right you know. I am a horrible man, and I don\'t deserve you, any part of you.\" He stepped towards her, cautiously. She didn\'t retreat. \"I\'m afraid Robin. I\'ve spent all my life pushing people away, I don\'t know anything else.\" He stepped closer. \"You\'re my entire life Robin, and I haven\'t treated you the way you deserve to be treated.\" He paused, struggling with his words. \"Robin, I have not been completely honest with you.\" Her eyebrows rose up. \"I thought I\'d never say this to anyone in my miserable excuse for a life, but I\'m going to say it to you. You can do with this knowledge what you wish, but it needs to leave me now or I will surely be crushed by it.\" Robin had turned to face him fully now, her body still shaking with cold. Amon took in a deep breath. \"Robin, I love you.\"

Robin\'s mouth was open slightly, her eyes had widened with shock. She stayed like this for several seconds, her gaze having dropped to a point on his chest, where she was now staring vapidly. She sat down on the ground suddenly. Concerned, Amon followed, kneeling close to her, cautiously taking her shocked face in his hands and tilting it upward. The movement caused small streams of tears to slip from the corners of her eyelids. She blinked, causing more to fall, creating tributaries, bisects forming across her cheeks, falling to collect on Amon\'s hands. Her bottom lip trembled, and finally a small, tremulous voice escaped, \"Really?\" Amon smiled slightly, wiping at the tears that continued to flow with the pads of his thumbs.

\"Really.\"

She hiccupped, and then tiredly fell forward to rest her head against his broad shoulder. Amon sighed, enveloping her in his arms, stroking his fingers along her scalp. Her small body was heaving up and down every so often with sharply drawn in breaths and she was still shuddering from the frigid air. Amon released his hold on her for a moment, wrapping his coat around her shoulders, placing his hands on the sides of her arms. He looked down at her, and found her looking up at him, her face almost in pain, tears still flowing in rivers. \"Robin?\" He voiced, worried again, taking one of her small hands in his and stroking the palm with his thumb.

\"Amon...I\" Robin seemed to be struggling with her words, the sobs and her hitching breath making it very difficult for her to talk. She buried her head in his chest, overcome.

Amon cradled her to him, reveling in the feeling. \"It\'s alright, you don\'t have to say anything.\"

She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself enough to speak. \"Amon, I love you,\" A pause for another hiccupping sob, \"So much,\" her breath hitched. Amon kissed her forehead, snuggling her still shaking body against him, for the first time in his life feeling light as air. Robin was breathing more normally then, and Amon was happy just to hold her, without needing consequence or excuse. He understood Robin\'s need to cry, felt the same frustration, and heartache that she had, felt it all rushing to the surface in an overwhelming wave of relief, and love.

\"Robin, we need to warm you up, let\'s go home.\" He stood up with her, placing her back on the bench and kneeling in front of her with his back turned to her. He looked back at her and found her looking back at him confusedly. \"Get on my back, I\'ll carry you.\" She stood up, but still looked slightly confused. \"Have you never been carried like this?\" She shook her head. \"Put your arms around my neck.\" She complied, leaning into him slightly. Amon pulled his arms around her legs and lifted her up. She yelped in surprise, holding onto him tightly.

He began walking and she relaxed, leaning against him and sighing. His back was warm and solid, and she could feel his heartbeat, hammering in his chest. Robin belatedly realized she was exhausted, and didn\'t bother to fight the waves of sleep that the rhythm of Amon\'s breath and heartbeat brought.

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The walk to the flat was short, they didn\'t live very far from the park, but when he entered their small dwelling he realized Robin was asleep on his back. He carried her to his room and deposited her gently on his bed. He wasn\'t really sure why he had done so, they had admitted that they were in love, but weren\'t lovers, yet. Amon put such thoughts out of his head for the time being. That would happen in time, there was no need to rush her into anything. He left to draw her a bath, focusing his mind on her immediate needs.

Robin awoke to someone gently shaking her shoulder. She opened one eye, realizing it was Amon.

\"Robin, I drew a bath for you, go warm up.\"

She sat up dazedly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Amon was sitting beside her, and she seemed to be in his room, on his bed. She looked at him for a moment, confused, before the events of the entire day came flooding back to her and she blushed, giving him a small smile. He smiled back, slightly. \"Go ahead,\" he said softly, tucking a strand of her mussed hair behind her ear. Robin stood up, walking towards the door, before turning suddenly and hurrying back to him. She bent her head quickly and brushed her lips against his softly, giving him her first kiss. He placed his hand on her cheek, savoring the feeling. She pulled back, but kept her face near his.

\"I forgive you, you know.\"

\"You shouldn\'t always forgive me, Robin.\"

\"I can\'t help it, it\'s just the way I am.\"

She smiled at him, leaving the room to take her bath.

Amon sat on his bed in a daze, realizing his body was tired, but his mind was far too worked up to sleep. He felt giddy, and that was a feeling he never experienced. He removed his shoes and shirt, trying to prepare himself somewhat for sleep. He wasn\'t exactly sure what the sleeping arrangements would entail that night. He hadn\'t told Robin to come back to his room, but hoped she would nevertheless. He wanted to hold her, have her next to him all night. This newfound emotional intimacy was overwhelming him. He didn\'t dare comprehend what it would feel like when they became physically intimate. The thought sent blood to his groin, and he closed his eyes, guiltily listening to the sounds of Robin bathing.

After about ten minutes he heard her exit the bathroom, and he hopefully listened for her footsteps heading towards his room. He heard her enter her own room, and listened carefully for several minutes. When he did not hear her emerge again he resigned himself to sleeping alone, understanding that Robin was probably overwhelmed. He changed into a pair of shorts and slipped under his covers.

He must have only been asleep ten minutes when he was suddenly jolted awake by a weight on one side of the bed, and a warm body suddenly pressed against his own. He looked down, eyes blinking rapidly, at Robin, who was staring up at him with large green eyes. His arms, almost instinctively drew themselves around her, squeezing her slightly. Her hair was still damp, and she was wearing her summer pajamas, which consisted of only a small tank top and a pair of cotton shorts. She was pressed against him so that he could feel the soft skin of her shoulders and her stomach where her shirt had ridden up against his bare chest. Their bare legs rubbed against each other when he shifted. It was the most of her skin he\'d ever felt at once. He wondered idly if she was wearing any underwear.

\"I thought you weren\'t going to come back in.\" Robin snuggled against him, her muscles strangely tight.

\"Oh, I was. I was just thinking about something important.\"

\"What would that be?\"

Robin sat up, looking down on him in the dark. Sensing she was about to say something important he sat up next to her.

\"Well, I was-\" she looked at him then, for reassurance. He gazed back at her calmly. \"I was thinking about sex.\" Amon cleared his throat, realizing his shorts had just become less comfortable.

\"What about it?\"

\"Well, I was thinking about how I\'ve always wanted you to be my first.\"

Amon\'s gut clenched with her words. He shifted and took her face in his hands. \"Robin, are you sure you want this? Do you think you\'re ready?\"

Robin nodded, her eyes bright and eager, \"I\'m more than ready. I want you to touch me everywhere.\" She bit her lip slightly, her hands fidgeting in her lap, \"as long as you\'re gentle.\"

His eyes softened, \"Of course.\"

Amon shifted so that he was sitting next to her, his brain churning in overdrive with thoughts of absolutely everything that he had ever wanted to do to Robin. He never thought he would be faced with the dilemma of choosing which he would do first. Amon pondered the possibilities as the bulge in his shorts grew.

\"What should we do?\" Robin queried, inching closer to him so their hips touched. Amon startled for a moment, remembering that the object of his fantasies was indeed sitting beside him in a pair of very alluring little pajamas. (Not that she knew they were alluring, of course...or did she?)

\"Let\'s just start by kissing, how\'s that sound?\" Amon whispered soothingly, deciding it was best to start with basics, for now at least. His face moved towards hers, his head inclining as he drew closer to her soft pale lips.

\"Ok\" Robin managed to say before Amon\'s mouth touched to hers in a soft kiss. They kissed for several moments before Amon gently tugged her bottom lip down with his teeth, pushing his tongue inside her mouth slightly and running it against hers. She let him touch and tease her mouth with his tongue for a while before she began to move her own, pushing back against him gently. Robin seemed undaunted by kissing, mimicking his movements, her tongue tangling with his.

\"Mmm, I like kissing.\" Robin declared between kisses.

\"Good,\" Amon answered, \"because you can be sure that we\'ll be doing a lot of this in the future.\" Robin giggled, the sound light, something Amon rarely heard.

Oh it was a wonderful feeling to make Robin happy, and something that he had found himself striving for, consciously and subconsciously since he had met the girl. God had given her next to nothing. Put her on this earth as an experiment, in the care of a Grandfather that wasn\'t allowed to love her out of fear, and the organization that controlled them both. His heart swelled with pride. He may not be the first man to ever love her, but he was certainly the first to be able to show her love, love that she had sorely deserved all along.

Amon brushed his nose against hers affectionately, listening as she sighed from the touch.

Amon guided her to lie down, then laid down himself, next to her, pushing himself so that he had a hand on either side of her, holding him up. She carefully brought her hands up and cupped his face, hers content, eyes half-lidded.

\"We\'ll go very slowly, I won\'t surprise you with anything. But you have to tell me if you want me to stop.\" Robin nodded from beneath him, her legs shifting slightly, rubbing against one another.

One of his hands lifted from the bed, to trace her jaw, drift leisurely down her neck, to her collarbone. He began kissing her, starting at her jaw, then slowly working his mouth down, pressing soft, tender kisses along the same path his hand had traveled. He stopped at her neck to lick and suck small patches of skin, listening intently for any reactions. Robin shifted beneath him and let out a little contented noise. While his mouth kept busy at her neck, his other hand drifted to her waist, pushing her shirt up gently, so that it exposed her stomach and ribs. He stroked the soft skin, hearing her shift and gasp at his touch. Interested, Amon continued to stroke her bare skin, running his fingers teasingly along her rib bones, and across her stomach with a gentle pressure. He brought his hand down to touch her legs, rubbing the outsides of her thigh, pushing his palm slightly into the opening on her shorts, dragging his nails lightly down to her knees, feeling her shudder under the touch.

\"Do you like being touched, Robin?\"

Her eyes fluttered open and she sighed, \"I love being touched.\" Her eyes narrowed and she smirked up at him. \"You know Amon, I used to sleep naked, because I like the feeling of sheets against my skin.\" Amon belatedly realized that he was suddenly hard.

\"Hmm, that\'s interesting, and arousing.\"

Robin grinned sheepishly.

Returning his attention to her torso Amon placed both hands on the hem of her rumpled shirt, where it was pushed just below her breasts. He slowly lifted the material, pushing it over her breasts to bunch beneath her arms. Robin lifted her arms over her head, resting them on his pillow, expecting him to remove the shirt. She looked at him, watching him gaze intently at her exposed chest. She felt a blush rise to her cheeks. She felt his hand smoothing down the side of her face. \"God you\'re beautiful, Robin\" Robin felt her blush grow, and squirmed. Watching his face, she took the initiative to grasp the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head, wiggling out of it.

Amon looked down at her, beneath him, slightly shocked at her boldness. Her arms were still raised above her head, her now exposed torso heaving up and down with her breath. The pink nipples on her breasts had hardened to small nubs, from the exposure and the situation. He brought a finger to her lips, tracing over them gently, before he slowly moved it downward, over her chin and down her throat, drifting between her breasts, only stopping when he reached the waistline of her shorts. Her eyes were still locked to his, but her rate of breathing had increased with the small caress.

She\'d never had anyone touch her intimately, so she felt her heart thump faster in her chest as his fingers had drifted closer to her naked breasts. She chewed the inside of her cheek, waiting for him to touch her. His big hands both drifted to her stomach, moving upward. He placed them gently on the sides of her chest, touching her softly, his two thumbs slowly drifting over the skin on her breasts, moving up to rub the peaks of her nipples. Robin\'s eyes widened, gasping at the sensation. She felt warmer. His fingers tweaked her nipples and she squirmed. His head bent, and Robin watched him as he brought his face slowly towards her chest, mouth slightly open, looking at her all the while, ready to stop if she so wished. Robin said nothing, merely watched, panting slightly as he brought his lips so close to her right breast that she could feel his breath, tickling her. \"Can I?\" He whispered.

\"Yes, please,\" she answered simply, not at all averse to the idea of his lips on her body. His fingers had felt good, she could only imagine how his tongue would feel. He smiled at her slightly, before bending his head, kissing the base of her breast, moving upward with small kisses before he reached the nipple. He flicked his tongue out, tasting her, pushing against the small nub lightly. \"Oh.\" Robin breathed, eyes closing.

Amon lifted his head slightly, \"How does it feel?\"

\"It feels good, very good.\" Her eyes opened to regard him, face soft. \"I didn\'t know I was so sensitive there.\" She blushed again, eyes dipping.

Amon nodded. \"It\'s not surprising, most women enjoy having their breasts touched.\" He bent to kiss her, briefly. \"Would you like me to keep going, or should I touch you elsewhere?\"

Robin\'s brow crinkled in thought for a moment, \"No, keep going, it feels good.\"

The hunger in Amon\'s gut was curling, his desire to make her his completely becoming stronger by the moment, yet he restrained himself. He wouldn\'t forgive himself if he hurt Robin with his eagerness. He\'d waited too long for this moment to rush through it. Slowly, everything would go slowly. He\'d longed, with feverish dreams and a guilty conscience, about being the one to teach young, beautiful Robin about the carnality of human intimacy. The baser side of Amon had secretly reveled in the idea of watching her come from a man\'s touch, his touch. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to push his hands down her shorts and reach inside of her with his fingers. He wanted to touch her very soul. But this was for her, he reminded himself, and he could hardly call himself the man that loved her if he didn\'t make her first experience pleasant for her. Slowly. He didn\'t dare hurt her.


Amon dipped his head to take her nipple into his mouth, grazing it gently with his teeth. Robin\'s eyes widened, and a small moan escaped her mouth. She rolled her head to the side, closing her eyes in pleasure as he sucked and licked at her nipples, moving from one to the other every once in a while. The warm sensation she had experienced earlier had intensified to a delicious tingle that was spreading through her body. She found that she could feel it most acutely between her legs. She squirmed slightly, pressing her legs together for a moment to try and assuage the growing ache.

Amon watched from the corner of his eye as her thighs clenched together for a moment. He lifted his head to look at her. Her hair was spread around her messily, her eyes vapid for the second time that day, her head lolled to the side on his pillow. She turned to regard him. \"I\'m tingling.\" She said, slightly out of breath. Amon smirked, enjoying watching her discover the benefits of sexual stimulation.

\"I bet I can guess where.\" Amon parted her legs, placing his body between them, but not putting any pressure on her just yet. Robin tipped her head, eyebrows rising.

\"Are you wearing any underwear?\"

\"No,\" Robin shook her head.

\"Hmm, I thought not after what you said about the sheets.\"

Amon moved his hands down to her hips, bringing one hand down to hover inches away from the apex between her legs. He braced himself with a hand aside her, looking into her face intently, wanting to see this reaction. Her legs were shaking, he guessed in nervousness. He brushed her inner thigh with the back of his hand and she jumped. \"Still tingling?\"

She nodded, her want plainly written on her face. She wasn\'t scared.

Amon brought his hand forward, cupping her between her legs, pressing against her lightly through her thin cotton shorts. Her eyes widened suddenly and her breath escaped from her in a pant, her legs tensing. \"Did I guess right?\" Robin nodded, her breath now harsh. He continued to stare at her. \"Are you alright with this Robin?\"

She smiled at him, despite her apprehension. \"Yes, please keep going.\"

He bent his head to kiss her, her supple lips receiving him as he used his fingers to gently probe her through her shorts. They continued to kiss and Robin sighed and looped her arms around his neck, opening her legs wider for him.

Robin was wet, her arousal obvious; the moisture from her core seeping into the barrier of her shorts. Amon could feel the sticky substance on his fingers, and groaned, feeling his cock twitch. He knew his growing arousal still had some waiting to do, but that didn\'t stop it from aching and pressing against his own shorts. Robin was moaning every so often into their kiss, the attention to her sex obviously very pleasant for her.

He removed his hand from between her legs, bringing it up to brace on her other side. Robin whimpered from the lack of contact. Amon broke the kiss looking down at her pleasure-soft face. \"Robin, I\'m going to try something different, tell me if it\'s too much.\" She nodded. Amon shifted his hips so they were above hers. Hopefully this would be pleasant for her, and he thought with some personal guilt, relieve some of the desperate pressure in his groin. He pushed one of his hands into his shorts quickly, properly adjusting himself. Robin watched curiously. He returned his hands to either side of her, and Robin placed her palms over where his rested on the bed. He watched her face as he brought the full pressure of his hips down onto hers, his cock settling between her legs. Robin raised her eyebrows, shifting beneath the feeling of his hard length pressed against her intimately.

Amon looked down on her, eyes intense. \"Is this ok?\"

Robin nodded, pressing her hips up against him experimentally. Amon\'s eyes closed, a labored breath escaping him. He pressed his hips against hers tightly, moved them slightly. It was Robins turn to sigh, the feeling new but pleasant. They moved like this for some moments, Robin beginning to let out little sighs and moans each time Amon applied pressure with his hips. Robin\'s arms moved to his chest touching his naked skin, her nails dragging down over the taught muscles. Amon growled from the combined stimulation to his groin and her hands drifting over him. She arched against him, wanting more friction.

\"Amon,\" Robin called to him breathlessly, \"take off my shorts, please.\" Amon\'s eyes widened, but he gladly complied.

He pulled his hips away from her, rubbing her with his hand for a moment. Robin moaned, pressing her hips against him. He slid her shorts down her legs, and tossed them off the bed. He took a moment to gaze at her, her chest heaving up and down, her hair rumpled and her eyes full of want. Her legs were spread for him, and he could see the soft hair covering her sex. Her voice broke him from his daze.

\"Amon, put your hips between mine again, that felt so good.\" Her green eyes were dark, imploring.

Amon complied, settling between her legs again and pressing against her tightly with his erection. She arched against him, her mouth falling open. Her wetness seeped into his shorts, and he could feel it against his cock. He pulled his hips away, wanting her to stay wet.

She whimpered from the loss of contact.

\"Shh, Robin. Let me try something else.\"


He placed his hands on her inner thighs, and Robin obliged by spreading her legs wider. She was very aroused now, as was he, and at that moment he wanted badly to see her come. He closed his eyes for a moment, wondering how she would react. He smoothed a finger between her, delighting in the moan that escaped her, and the feel of her liquids on his fingers. He pressed the finger inside of her and she yelped, squeezing the digit. Amon looked up to her, suddenly concerned. \"Did that hurt?\" Robin shook her head.

\"No, it just surprised me.\" Satisfied Amon pushed the finger in further, feeling her shudder. He placed his thumb gently on her clitoris, watching her face as she gasped, her hips jerking slightly. He began to rub his thumb in small circles, applying a gentle pressure while rocking his finger in and out of her slightly. Amon used his other hand to stroke her leg, running it up and down the outside of her thigh, relaxing her. Her eyes closed, and she exhaled a breath from her nose.

He watched her closely, observing her reactions. The hand not occupied at her sex moved away from her leg. It sought out her own hand, where it was moving uselessly against his sheets. He grasped her small fingers and lifted her hand up. She opened her eyes to watch him as he brought the hand to his lips and kissed her palm. He looked at her, his eyes calm as he set her hand down again.

He picked up the speed of his attention to her clitoris, pressing against her a bit more firmly. She was panting now, and he could feel, with the finger that was probing inside of her, her inner muscles giving small spasms every so often. She was very close. Her small hands were fisting in her hair, and she let out small involuntary squeaks every time her inner muscles spasmed. She was probably overwhelmed by her body\'s reaction to imminent orgasm. By the lock of shock on her face, it didn\'t seem likely that this had ever happened to her before.

After a few more moments of sweet agony her body suddenly seized up, her mouth open and her head thrown back, her hips jerking from the flood of over-stimulation as her body was pushed into orgasm, her muscles pulsing and clenching tightly against his finger. Amon lightened the touch, rubbing ever so slightly as she relaxed, sinking down into the bed with a small moan. Her face was turned to the side, her breathing slowing rapidly. She looked warm and content, a small hint of a smile gracing her lips. It was an inviting image. He carefully pulled his finger from her, wiping her fluids onto the bed sheets beneath them and stole up to lie beside her, his arms instinctually reaching out to curl around her. She looked up at him lazily.

\"That felt wonderful.\"

Amon kissed her gently on the lips. \"Good, it\'s supposed to.\"

They lay together for a moment, before Amon reached down, slinging her leg over his hip. Robin watched. \"Amon, what are you doing?\"

He glanced at her face for a moment, brow crinkling, \"Robin, I want this to be a good experience for you, so I\'m going to have to teach you to relax, or we\'re not going to get very far without it being painful for you.\"

Robin looked at his face, worried. \"What do you mean?\"

Amon regarded her evenly, trying to be reassuring. \"When I put my finger inside of you, you were very tight, which is understandable, you\'re a virgin, but unless you learn to relax, anything more than a finger is going to hurt you, and that will be a considerable problem when I try to enter you.\"

Robin blushed, looking down at his crotch. \"Oh.\"

Amon tilted her chin up, so that he had the full benefit of her green eyes. \"Robin, I don\'t want to hurt you, so I\'m going to do everything I can to make this easy for you.\"

Her face softened, and she smiled at him gently. \"Ok. I trust you, Amon.\" With that she settled her head against his chest, pushing closer to him slightly.

Amon looked down at her for a moment, ascertaining that she was indeed relaxed, before pushing his hand down her body to her sex. He slid a finger into her, feeling her clench and then muscles relaxing around the digit. \"Good,\" he breathed into her hair, \"just like that.\" He pulled the finger out, and then carefully pushed in two fingers. Once again, she tightened constrictively around him, not used to having to accommodate anything in that part of her body. \"Relax, Robin.\" Upon his command, her muscles once again slowly released their tight hold on him, but the opening to her body remained in a firm grasp around him. Amon sighed, and began moving his fingers slowly inside of her, trying to stretch her out, at least a little bit.

\"Ow!\" Robin had tensed against him.

Amon withdrew his fingers, looking down on her with concern. \"I\'m sorry; I didn\'t mean to hurt you.\"

Robin flinched slightly, then looked up at him. \"No, it\'s alright, keep going.\"

Amon paused for a moment before cautiously entering her again with two fingers, stretching her as gently as he could. Robin\'s face scrunched several times, but she allowed his fingers to probe and stretch her. Finally Amon withdrew his fingers, satisfied that he had at least partially prepared her. He wondered, idly, how he had such patience to perform such a task for her. His arousal had not diminished at all, as Robin could probably tell from how close together their hips were.

He brushed a kiss to her hairline, rolling her to her back and kneeling between her legs. \"Are you alright?\" She nodded, her face still mostly relaxed.

\"It was slightly uncomfortable, but I\'m ok.\"

Amon said nothing, but moved to bring his hand to her sex again; whether it was a desire to arouse her yet again, or simply a means of sweet self torture he wasn\'t sure. His hardness was aching now, pulsing with need from where it was trapped in his shorts, and Amon was sure that at this point he was likely to drive himself to madness if this continued. Amon prided himself as being a man of control, excellent control, but it was so much harder to control his desires and aching want when the woman that was the sole subject of all of his guilty fantasies was spread beneath him. Having the real image for his mind to run away with was too much. It had already been hard enough when his mind, at night, plagued him with visions of her beautiful body; teased him with all the things that the suppressed part of him wanted to do to her. Now, Amon wasn\'t just imagining her in his bed, she was really in his bed, and he wasn\'t just thinking of all of the different ways she might react when touched intimately, she was reacting. His cock twitched, angrily.

\"Amon?\"

Robin had sat up, without his knowledge, and she was sitting in front of him, a concerned look on her face. \"Are you alright?\"

Amon shook himself out of his daze. What was he doing fantasizing about her, when she was right in front of him? Amon realized, suddenly, that Robin was looking down, where his erection was straining uncomfortably against his shorts. She blinked, one of her little hands reaching out cautiously to trail her finger against it. His eyes rolled back in his head, the idea of Robin touching him, and the actual act of her fingers trailing against him was too much. Suddenly, he grabbed her hands and placed them on the waistband of his shorts. His gaze was intense, but Robin raised her head and held it.

\"You can touch me, if you\'d like.\"

Robin said nothing for a moment, her hands still. He hoped he had succeeded in draining at least some of the desperate urgency that he felt from his voice. Robin smiled at him then, a mischievous little smirk that only served to make him harder, if that was even physically possible at that point.

\"I suppose that\'s only fair, isn\'t it?\"

Amon said nothing, but bent his head urgently to capture her lips. Robin received him, trying her best to kiss him back with as much fervor as he was kissing her with; her little fingers slipped under the waist of his shorts, finding the head of his cock. She paused momentarily, before letting her fingers drift down his shaft, tangling in the pubic hair she found as her fingers dipped lower. Amon moved to assist her in sliding his pants over his hips. He tossed them from the bed haphazardly.

Robin broke the kiss to look down at him, a hot blush rising to her cheeks. Nevertheless, Robin\'s hands moved down to his erection once again, touching him softly and unsurely. Her fingers trailed back over the head of his cock and he closed his eyes, a grunt escaping him.

It seemed that Robin was gauging his reactions, as she tried out several things with her hands. Amon\'s hands clenched. He wanted her to experiment, but her touches were pushing his control farther and farther from his grasp. Her nails scraped along his length, very gently and Amon grit his teeth, knowing he couldn\'t take much more. While he still had the faculties to, he grasped her hands, pulling them away from his erection. Robin looked up at him, confusion and hurt written on her face.

\"Did I do something wrong?\"

Amon looked at her intently, \"No. But I think we should move on to the next step.\" He gripped her shoulders and pushed her gently back to the bed, moving himself between her legs, and above her. He bent his head and began kissing her. Robin sighed, her eyes fluttering closed. Amon braced himself and moved a hand down between her legs, parting her and spreading her lubrication around. She was still wet and aroused. Good. Amon\'s brain thought.

He gripped his erection and rubbed it along her entrance, coating it in her ample fluids. He broke the kiss and looked down on her. \"Robin, it may still hurt when I enter you, particularly if your hymen is intact.\" Robin looked up at him and nodded.

\"I\'ll be ok, I trust you, Amon.\"

Amon kissed her, leaning his head down. \"I love you,\" he murmured in her ear, before focusing his attention to the spot where they were about to be joined as lovers. Amon pressed inside of her slowly, feeling her try to relax her muscles, as best she could. He paused when he was part of the way inside, and lifted his head. He kissed her throat, then her lips. Robin wrapped her arms around his back.

\"Do it, please.\"

With a glance at her face Amon pushed inside of her quickly, feeling her hymen break. Robin\'s nails were digging into his back, and her face was scrunched, small streams of tears escaping from her closed eyes. His brow wrinkled with concern, and he brought a hand to her eyes, brushing away the tears from her face. He bent his head and placed gentle kisses on her hairline, continuing until he felt her body relax slightly.

\"Is it feeling any better?\"

\"A little bit, but it was quite painful initially,\" she replied, sniffling. She looked up at Amon, her eyes slightly puffy and red.

He trailed a hand down her cheek, concerned, \"I\'m sorry.\" They looked at each other for a moment, Robin\'s muscles relaxing as the pain faded.

She took in a deep breath, her eyes fluttering for a moment. \"I think I\'m alright.\"

Amon wiped at the last of her tears, and then leaned in to place a kiss on her lips. He pushed the rest of his length into her, feeling her clench for a moment, then shift around slightly, testing the new feelings. She brought her hands to grasp his biceps, frowning suddenly.

\"Amon, you\'re trembling.\"

He clenched his jaw, \"I\'m trying very hard to be gentle, Robin; I\'ll be damned if I hurt you.\" She smiled at him, her hands moving up to his shoulders.

\"Thank you Amon, but I\'m ok. The pain is gone.\" Amon didn\'t respond, but drew himself out of her and then pushed back in, as far as he could go. Her eyes widened, and a small breath escaped her.

\"That didn\'t hurt?\"

\"No.\"

\"Good. But Robin, I want to tell me if you\'re in any pain at all, understand?\" Robin raised her head from where she had been looking down to where they were joined.

\"Yes, I understand.\" Her eyes took on a strange glint, \"Now, do that again.\"

Amon complied immediately, starting gently at first, drawing himself out of her and then pushing back in completely. Robin leaned her head back onto the pillow, letting out little sighs at his movements. Amon watched her, feeling possibly more aroused than he\'d ever felt in his entire life. He wanted to reach into Robin further, push into her faster, but she needed some time to get used to things. He brought up a hand, trailed it down her face. Robin surprised him by catching his hand with one of her own. She opened her mouth and took one of his fingers inside, bathing it with her tongue and nipping at it with her teeth. Amon sucked in a surprised breath, pulling the hand away from her gently.

\"Where\'d you learn to do that?\"

Robin shrugged a pale shoulder, smirking at him slightly. He watched her intently as her eyes closed and she arched her body against his, meeting one of his gentle thrusts. Her brows furrowed and she began rocking her hips up to meet his. This continued for several moments before Robin let out a frustrated little moan.

\"Amon.\"

Amon cupped her face with one of his hands, not stopping his thrusting into her. \"Hmm?\"

\"Is-Is there,\" a pause for a small pant, \"Is there anyway you can go deeper?\"

Amon looked at her intensely, his hands gripping the bed sheets by her sides tightly. She certainly was eager for a virgin. \"Yes, put your legs around my waist.\"

Robin complied, wrapping her legs tightly around him and moaning when he pressed into her firmly, further than he had before. Amon began to thrust into her more quickly, with more force, drawn by the tight hold her entire body had on him. Robin\'s eyes were half-lidded in pleasure, her voice emitting throaty gasps and whimpers. He brought a hand to one of her thighs and dragged his fingers down it. She shuddered, clenching her inner muscles reflexively from the extra stimulation. Amon groaned in response, slamming into her forcefully.

Robin\'s hands were on his back then, her nails scraping down with every thrust. She suddenly grasped his face with her hands, forced him to look into her eyes.

Amon could only stare.

Never in his life had he seen anyone look at him with such love. Her jade orbs glowed with it.

\"Oh, Robin.\" His voice was strained and husky, \"Robin, I love you.\" His head descended to claim her mouth, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he thrust into her body, tangling it with hers. His lips left hers, pressing kisses along her jaw, moved down her neck. He suckled at the sensitive skin, hearing her gasp and her sex spasm around him. He pushed himself back above her, watching as her face scrunched and her eyes closed for a moment.

A sudden thought popped into Amon\'s brain and it gave him pause. Deciding he liked the idea Amon thrust all the way into Robin, grabbed her back and rolled them so that she was on top. Robin looked down on him, hands on his chest, eyes wide, panting. Her sex gripped him tightly for a moment and she whimpered, her bottom lip sticking out in the most adorable pout Amon had ever seen.

\"Amon, what did you do that for?\" she queried, the pout not having left her face. Amon chuckled, looking up at her, a smirk on his face.

\"You\'re adorable, you now that?\" She blinked, looking down on him. Amon\'s hands moved to encircle her hips, his fingers gripping her little bottom tightly. \"I want you to come-orgasm that is.\" Robin stared at him.

\"How should I-?\" She paused, clearly miffed at their new position. He began to rock her hips against him, urging her with his hands.

\"Your body wants to move, doesn\'t it?\" His hands had not stopped their movement, and Robin had begun to gyrate her hips slightly at his urging. \"Move in a way that brings you pleasure.\"

Robin continued with the gyrations of her hips, his hands on her hips and bottom guiding her. Robin had started to pant again, her brow crinkling. Taking a bit more initiative Amon lifted her off of him, before thrusting up and bringing her back down at the same time. Robin squeaked.

She began to cautiously thrust down onto him as he used his hands to rock up into her. She closed her eyes as it delivered the relieving friction her body was craving. Her thrusts gained in momentum, as she lost her initial shock over the position and moved against him to bring herself to orgasm. Gauging how she was thrusting into him Amon grabbed her sides and rolled her underneath him again, raising himself above her with a hand on either side of her head, thrusting into her with the same force and speed that she had used. He felt her legs wrap around him, grip him tightly.

Her eyes fluttered momentarily, before she closed them tightly and let out a shaky moan, her sex spasming around him with every thrust. Amon closed his eyes tightly, feeling his own orgasm start to build in his gut. He grit his teeth, determined to hold off his own pleasure until he had satisfied the girl beneath him. He brought his face to her neck and closed his mouth onto it, sucking forcefully, knowing she would have a mark in the morning, and feeling guiltily pleased at the idea.

Her voice was arching in rhythm now, her little hands gripping his back tightly once again. She was very close. The thought made Amon pick up his speed just a little bit more, his aching arousal wanting to feel her spasm around him in orgasm. Her eyes were squeezed shut tight, her small body holding onto him for dear life.

\"A-Amon, I-.\"

The sounds froze in her throat, her eyes opened wide and her body arched hard against him. He pressed against her tightly as she rode the waves of her orgasm, her hips grinding against his. The pulsing of her sex finally slowed and she sank back into the bed, eyes closed in content. Amon was still inside of her, still achingly hard.

\"God, Robin. You\'re beautiful when you come.\"

He gripped her shoulders tightly and thrust into her quickly, faster than he had before, letting his orgasm build steadily within him. She opened her eyes, watching him above her. She dropped kisses on his shoulders, enticing him further by giving him small gentle nips with her teeth. Amon groaned, his mind fuzzy, hazy, riddled with pleasure. It didn\'t take long for the silky tightness around his erection, and the strokes and licks of the girl beneath him on his skin to bring him to release. His muscles clenched and his mouth dropped open, a wave of white nothingness washing over him, his erection pulsing inside of her. He groaned from the sensation, his eyes rolling back in his head. After a few moments his erection stopped pulsing, and his body finished, Amon realized his arms were shaking. His mind was fuzzy with bliss; he almost could have sworn he was drunk on the sensation. He looked down on her, and found her looking up at him, her green eyes bright, full of the satisfaction of sex and love. He dropped his body beside hers, sighing in content.

Best sex of his life. What a difference it made when you were actually in love with the girl. He closed his eyes, absorbing it all.

Robin was watching him when he opened his eyes. She looked exhausted, but she was smiling at him brightly, still retaining that same satisfied glow. He moved his head the several inches it took to reach hers on the pillow and kissed her, pulling out of her sex as he did so. Robin sighed, curling into his chest as he draped an arm over her. She was the first to break the comfortable silence.

\"That was amazing, why didn\'t we do this sooner?\"

Amon chuckled, kissing the crown of her head. \"Because I\'m stubborn and stupid.\" Robin giggled, looking up at him happily. Her eyes softened.

\"I love you.\"

\"I don\'t really understand what I did to earn your love, Robin.\" He cuddled her closer to him, and she shivered in pleasure.

\"I don\'t either, but you have it.\"

\"And you have mine.\" He brought his mouth to her ear, nuzzling the soft skin beneath it, and whispered to her, \"I love you.\" Robin gripped him tightly, sighing.

\"I didn\'t realize this before but I\'m exhausted.\"

Amon chuckled again, \"I\'m not surprised. We both had a long day.\" He reached an arm out to gather his covers and pull them around them, tucking his comforter under Robin\'s chin. She sighed in contentment, inching closer to him, pulling herself up slightly so that her body was draped over his, their legs tangled together underneath the blankets. Amon gladly wrapped both arms around her, hands drifting up and down her back, over her bottom, caressing her spine. \"Your skin is so soft,\" Amon murmured to her, his hands wandering wherever they pleased. The sweat had evaporated from their bodies, by the cool air in the room, leaving her skin pleasantly soft and warm.

Robin turned her head, dropping a kiss on his chest, sighing in pleasure. Amon continued to gently stroke her body, and after a few minutes her breath evened out in sleep. Amon cuddled her as close as he could without waking her, and closed his eyes to find the most restful sleep he had had in months.

.................................

A soft noise woke Amon from his peaceful slumber, he couldn\'t quite discern what it was, but knew it wasn\'t near time for his body to be awake yet. He cracked open an eye and saw that the moon was still out; it couldn\'t even be five in the morning yet.

He turned his head and realized that Robin wasn\'t sleeping peacefully in his arms. He startled slightly, sitting up in bed only to find the girl herself sitting beside him, head in hands, crying quietly. The small noise had been Robin, trying in vain to stifle sobs. He frowned and brought a hand to her shoulder, rubbing it. Panic gripped his gut tightly. What could be wrong? Had he hurt her during their lovemaking? Was she having regrets?

\"Robin?\" he voiced, concerned.

Her voice came through her hands, muffled and heavy. \"I\'m sorry, Amon. I didn\'t mean to wake you.\"

\"Robin, what\'s wrong?\"

\"N-nothing important, I\'m alright.\"

Amon\'s jaw set, and he reached his hands up to her face, pulling hers away and entwining them with his in the blanket in her lap. \"Of course it\'s important, you\'re crying.\" Robin sighed, hanging her head in shame, tears dripping off her nose.

\"I had a nightmare, a silly, childish nightmare.\"

Amon took one of his hands and stroked locks of her silky hair. \"It obviously wasn\'t silly if it\'s upset you so much.\"

She used a hand to wipe at some of her tears, sniffling. \"Yes but you\'d think I\'d be able to deal with it by now.\" Amon looked up to her suddenly, capturing her gaze intensely.

\"What do you mean by that?\"

Robin\'s face scrunched with pain, and it looked as though more tears were on the way. \"I have these nightmares very frequently.\" Amon used a finger to tilt her chin, lift her head up from where it had dropped to her chest.

\"How frequently?\" His voice was intense, hard.

\"Every night, give or take.\" Amon\'s teeth clenched.

\"Why didn\'t you tell me Robin? These aren\'t childish nightmares, they\'re serious backlash.\"

Robin folded her arms over her bare chest, shivering slightly in the chilly air of his room. \"I didn\'t want to burden you with more of my problems.\"

Amon let out a frustrated exhalation from his nose. He reached out for her suddenly, pulling her urgently into his lap, wrapping the comforter around them. \"Robin, it wouldn\'t have been a burden-\" he paused, \"it\'s not a burden.\" Robin looked up to him cautiously.

\"Are you angry?\"

Amon closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, \"No, I\'m not. I\'m just frustrated, and I wish you\'d told me sooner.\" He gripped her arms, his thumbs stroking the soft skin. \"Robin, I love you, and I have for a long time. We\'ll find a way to fix this, and we could\'ve sooner, if you\'d just told me.\"

She wrapped her arms around his back, snuggling up to his chest. \"I\'m sorry Amon, I just wanted to deal with it on my own.\" Her voice was very small, \"I don\'t like feeling weak.\" Amon kissed her forehead.

\"You\'re not weak, not at all. You\'ve gone through so much in your life already, I was almost surprised that you didn\'t display any emotional backlash-before now.\" Robin let out a frustrated growl, digging her head into his chest further, her voice thick.

\"I hate it, Amon. And I was so sure I would sleep easy tonight, after everything; I felt so calm.\"

\"It\'s alright Robin, it\'s not going to go away immediately, but it will, in time, and I\'ll help you, in whatever way I can.\"

Robin let out a heavy sigh, her eyelids drooping in tiredness, \"Thank you, Amon.\"

\"And Robin?\"

\"Yes?\"

\"Wake me up next time, every time you have a nightmare. I can at least offer you some comfort. I don\'t want you sitting awake and crying every time it happens.\"

She smiled at him slightly, a small, delicate smile. \"I will.\"

He drew them back down to the bed, turning Robin so that her back was pressed firmly against his chest. He draped an arm over her, spooning them together. Robin sighed, snuggling back into him, feeling warm and protected from the solidity of Amon\'s body all along her back, and his arms holding her to him in a soft grip. He moved her hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck, her cheek. \"Go to sleep, Robin. I\'ll be right here if you need me.\" His voice was a soft rumble against her ear. She nodded her consent tiredly, closing her eyes and hoping that the new feelings of comfort and protection enveloping her would chase away her nightmares.

Amon stayed awake long after Robin had drifted off to sleep, thinking about their new situation, Robin\'s nightmares, and the amazing feeling of peace he still felt lying there with Robin safely wrapped in his embrace. Her sleep seemed easy, she moved very little, and her muscles were relaxed. Finally, when the sun was starting to peak over the horizon Amon let himself drift back into sleep, content that Robin would wake him if she needed him.

....................

The two lovers did not wake again until well into the morning. The sun was high in the sky when Robin finally yawned, shifting in Amon\'s arms and stretching her body in place. Amon\'s arms tightened around her, and a mighty yawn escaped his mouth. Robin gazed at him sleepily, before pulling out of his arms and out of the bed, heading in the direction of the bathroom. She paused by the chair in his room, where his shirt from the day before had been thrown haphazardly. She plucked the material from the chair and slipped it on her body. Buttoning a few of the clasps, and then bringing one of the long sleeves to her face and inhaling his scent. She gazed at him over the sleeve slyly before slipping out of his room.

Amon blinked from where he was sitting in his bed. He had grown hard from the image of Robin in nothing but one of his shirts. It was big for her, and covered her to her knees, but it was nevertheless an arousing image. Amon wondered if she had done that on purpose. She seemed to have shaken off last night\'s nightmare well enough.

He sank back into the bed, his mind still had not completely wrapped around the concept of Robin as his lover instead of his ward. He had to admit that the first option was infinitely better than the second. He heard the water shut off and Robin\'s small feet padding back in the direction of his room. She walked over the threshold, still in his shirt, her hair brushed, the tangles removed. She crawled back onto the bed, but didn\'t stop near him. She boldly crawled directly over him. Hovering close to his face for a moment before bringing her lips to his, her tongue darting into his open mouth. Amon\'s eyes closed, he could taste mint on her tongue; she must have just brushed her teeth.

He suckled on her tongue, nipped and tugged at her lips with his teeth. She moaned into their kiss. His hands, not content to lay passively at his sides when his lover was hovering over him so enticingly moved up to her. He ran them teasingly up the backs of her thighs, underneath his shirt and to her behind. His hands cupped her bottom, his fingers scraping down against it slightly. She shuddered above him, and let loose another moan. His hands moved away from her bottom and to the front of his shirt on her body. He undid the few clasps she had done up, and let the shirt hang open, brushing against his sides. Her body trembled slightly as he ran his fingers over her breasts, teasing her nipples as his hands sank lower. His hands drifted close to the juncture of her legs, one of them tangled in her pubic hair, his thumb stroking the skin the hair hid, but not going any lower. She broke the kiss and looked at him plaintively, pleadingly. Amon smirked at her, as she spread her legs further and arched her back, trying to bring her sex closer to him so that he might satisfy her requests finally and touch her. He let his other hand, hover underneath her spread legs. He brought up his index finger and stroked her lower lips, very gently. She gasped at the sensation, her hips jerking, her eyes widening. Amon\'s smirk grew. She hadn\'t been expecting that. He used two fingers to part her gently and ran them slowly up her slit, over her clitoris and back down again. She closed her eyes and arched her back, moaning softly. Amon marveled; she really was a beautiful creature, his Robin. He probed the entrance of her body very gently, feeling for where her hymen had torn.

\"Are you sore?\"

Her eyes opened to regard him, \"a little bit, yes, but nothing that bad.\" Hearing her response he pressed his index and middle fingers into her. She clenched her lower muscles. \"Mmm, oh Amon.\" Her eyes fluttered in satisfaction.

\"Hmm, would you like to try something new Robin?\" She nodded, looking at him through passion filled eyes. Amon\'s hardness was throbbing, aching to have some contact from the girl above him. Once again, Amon realized that it took little to no stimulation for him to reach the point where he was so aroused that he was aching when it came to Robin. Just watching her body react to him was more than enough.

He brought his hands to her hips, grasping her firmly and rolling her to the bed. She settled her head on the pillow watching him hover above her now instead. She brought up her little hands, dragged her nails down his biceps, his forearms. It was Amon\'s turn to shudder, before he brought his head close and began kissing a path down her body, starting at her neck. Robin sighed in content as his lips drifted down over her breasts, he paused to suckle at one of her nipples briefly before continuing. His lips moved lower; he paused to kiss each of her hipbones then glanced up at her. She had moved herself so that she was now resting on her forearms, watching him with apprehension in her gaze. She was emitting small pants, and he could see that her hands were shaking slightly. He hooked his arms underneath her knees and moved her legs so they draped over his shoulders. He moved one of his hands between her legs, parting her. His index finger stroked her for a moment, before he brought the finger to his lips and licked her wetness from it.

\"Do you know what I\'m going to do Robin?\"

Her eyes had widened at the sight of him tasting her, but she managed to squeak out, \"Y-you\'re going to kiss me, between my legs?\"

Amon didn\'t respond, but dipped his head, watching her, as his lips brushed lightly against her sex. She sucked in a ragged breath, her hands gripping the sheets beneath them. Amon parted her with his teeth and lips, very gently, before using his tongue to give her a long, firm stroke all the way up her slit. Her head lolled to the side, and her body shuddered at his action. He dragged his tongue up to the little nub at the top of her sex and pressed against it firmly in long circles. Robin cried out, her trembling arms giving out on her as she fell back to the bed, squirming slightly. One of his hands moved up to grip the quivering flesh on her thigh, where it was draped over his shoulder. Amon moved his tongue back down her slit, and pressed it firmly into her body, as far as he could. She let out a little keening squeak, a whine in the back of her throat. He brought his tongue back to her aching clitoris and began to lick it with intensity. Smirking internally, he brought her closer and closer, until her squeaks turned to keening, pleading moans, and then he moved his tongue away, stroking at her languidly, just below the aching little nub. She let out a sound of surprised dissatisfaction. Her body was still shaking from how close he\'d brought her to orgasm. He brought his tongue back to her clitoris and licked it very softly, not applying the pressure she needed to reach her release. Robin whimpered, and he suddenly pressed down on her firmly, then pulled his tongue away. She let out a pant, and he looked up to see her looking at him with disbelief. He smirked at her.

\"I want you to come, Robin,\" his voice rumbled against her sex and she squeezed her eyes shut at the sensation, covering her face with her hands and letting out a frustrated moan.

\"I-I c-cant, if you keep doing that!\" He smirked again, and brought his tongue once again to her clitoris, pressing against her firmly for a moment before removing it.

\"Doing what?\" he remarked, his voice still a rumble against her now overly sensitive sex. She twitched, suddenly pushing her body up on her forearms again to regard him.

\"That!\" her voice was annoyed, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. \"Amon ple-\" but she was cut off when he began to lick at her again, providing the pressure and friction her body was craving. She dropped back to he bed, moaning and pressing her hips against his mouth, desperate to reach orgasm. While still applying pressure with his tongue he furtively brought his other hand to the opening of her body, not touching her until he knew she was about to come. Once she reached the point where she was keening, her eyes squeezed shut, her hips rocking against his mouth he thrust two fingers into her. She came immediately, her voice arching in surprise. He lightened his assault with his tongue as he watched her. Eyes closed, mouth open, her hips gyrating from the pleasure coursing through her in intense waves. Once she settled down Amon removed his mouth, placing her legs carefully back on the bed. He lay down beside her, stroking her hair as her pants slowed, and her breath became more normal.

She opened her eyes and gave him a pleased, loving smile. \"Better?\" Amon voiced, a hand trailing down her cheek. She nodded.

\"Mmm, much better.\" Robin rolled onto her side suddenly, to regard him. \"Amon, what do I taste like?\" Her eyes dipped, shyly.

\"Would you like to find out?\" Amon replied smoothly, bringing his mouth close to hers. Her eyes ticked down to his lips, before she closed her eyes and brought their lips together. Her tongue swept into his mouth, and she moaned, tasting herself on his tongue. Amon\'s brain was swimming. Who knew Robin, his little Robin had matured so much? She was a woman now, a woman who definitely knew what she wanted.

\"God Robin, I want you,\" he groaned against her lips. He broke the kiss and they lay panting beside one another. It was Robin who spoke first.

\"If you want me, then take me.\"

Amon clenched his hands to keep from attacking her. In how many of his guilty dreams and fantasies had she said that to him? He smirked at her, sly and predatory, \"With pleasure, Robin, with pleasure.\"

He sat up, and Robin followed, crawling towards him, her legs straddling his as she hovered above him on hands and knees. He kissed her, briefly, before gripping her hips tightly and pushing her to almost sit on his lap. When she was close enough he removed a hand, using it to guide his erection into her as he used the other to push her down onto him. Her eyes slipped closed as she felt him enter her, as their hips settled together. She shifted herself around on his lap, moving her legs from a kneeling position so that her feet were flat against the bed, her hips sinking lower against his, his hardness pushing farther into her. They both let out little sounds of satisfaction.

Robin leaned back, using her hands to support her, gazing up at her lover\'s face. She sighed, clenching her lower muscles for a moment, enjoying the delicious feelings coursing through her. Amon gazed down at her with the all-consuming fire that burned only for her growing steadily in his gut. She was still in his shirt, the sides hanging open so he could gaze on her breasts, her stomach. It mad him feel very possessive of her. He calmed his brain, feeding it the knowledge that she was his, and no one would ever take her away from him.

So lost in thought Amon didn\'t notice that Robin had moved closer to him. She snapped him back to reality when she used her nose to nuzzle against his, affectionately. He realized she was making a soft noise in her throat, almost like a purr. Oh god, she was like a satisfied cat. Was there any possible way that he could become more aroused than he was at that moment? Instead of pondering that idea, Amon decided it was time they actually got around to the lovemaking. His hands moved to her shoulders, gripped the fabric of his shirt, and began to push it off of her. As much as he liked the current image of her in his shirt, he wanted to feel all of her naked skin, wanted to run his hands up and down her back without being impeded. She helped his efforts by shrugging out of the garment. Amon dragged it down her arms and tossed it away from them. That done, Robin settled closer to him, looping her arms around his neck and tilting her head down to engage their lips. He received her kiss, sighing in abject satisfaction. His hands moved down to her hips, once again, and he began to move against her, pushing her hips up slightly and thrusting into her. Robin, to her credit began to move her hips in time with his own, moving her legs slightly to accommodate this new movement. Amon established a languid pace; content to bring them both to orgasm slowly.

Robin tried several times to speed his slow pace, but he merely gripped her hips and eased her against him, slowing her hips down to match his. As she drew closer to orgasm Robin pushed herself against his chest, hands gripping his back tightly. She was panting and moaning from the sweet agony. Her sex throbbed around him, and Amon buried his face in her hair, inhaling its scent, his brain spiraling with desire for the girl crushed against his chest.

After awhile Robin started to shake, her body desperate for release. Amon simply gripped her hips tighter, but to some measure of relief for her, he began thrusting into her with a bit more force. Robin\'s brain was clouded with pleasure, and the aching want of oblivion that was so close, but still so far off.

Amon knew she was getting close, but was resolved to go slowly. It was morning after sex. They had plenty of time, and Amon wanted to draw this out, there was no reason to rush.

Finally, after Robin was sure that if she didn\'t come in the next few minutes she would lose all of her mental faculties she felt the first pulsing of her orgasm. Instantly relieved Robin let out a contented moan as her sex began to pulse in strong, slow waves as Amon continued to thrust into her slowly. She buried her head in the crook of his neck, panting as she was pushed into oblivion. For a moment the only thing she felt was an all-consuming, intense love for the man inside of her, the man she loved. It brought tears to her eyes.

As her orgasm was ending she felt Amon\'s begin. He pulled her hips into his forcefully and growled out his pleasure as he dropped his head against her shoulder, his own sex pulsing within her. Robin realized they were both sweating. After a moment of recovery Amon lifted his head, and kissed her temple. She pulled her head from his neck and looked up at him. Amon smiled at her, burying on of his hands in her hair. Robin slowly lifted her hips off of his, letting him slide out of her. She sat back on the bed, taking his hands and pulling him with her. She settled on her back, closing her eyes in the pleasure of the afterglow. She startled suddenly when Amon settled himself next to her, his head resting on her chest, one of his hands on her stomach. She smiled, bringing a hand up to toy with his hair.

\"I like sex,\" Robin paused, her hand stilling in his hair, \"let\'s do this everyday.\"

Amon\'s eyes widended for a moment and then he chuckled, \"I\'m certainly not against it.\" Robin continued stroking his hair. \"You know, we do need to go food shopping today, you know that right?\" Amon watched Robin\'s nose crinkle in annoyance.

\"Fine, but only if we stop at the pharmacy too.\"

\"Why?\" Amon asked, lifting his head from her chest to regard her.

Robin blushed, but held his gaze, \"I want to get some of that warming gel...we can try it out tonight?\" Amon gazed at his lover unblinkingly for a moment.

\"You\'re going to keep surprising me aren\'t you?\" Amon asked her, raising himself above her to look her fully in the face.

\"I guess so, do you mind?\" Robin raised her eyebrows playfully.

\"Not at all, \"Amon replied.