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A/N- Fair warning- more lemon!! You know you love it!! And fluffy sweetness too, don't worry.
This started as a drabble... now a prelude to a hot and steamy lemon.
Confessions
Amon couldn't take another second of just watching Robin. His love was calling him, begging for his touch, what the hell was he doing standing here like an idiot? He dropped his coat onto the floor and stepped closer to his angel, entering her room with an unprecedented mix of adoration and reverence, unbuttoning his shirt with shaking fingers. Finally giving up on the stubborn buttons he just impatiently dragged it off over his head. He thought about taking off his pants too- but then he grinned, deciding instead to let Robin do that, if she wanted to. Amon knew she was still inexperienced, the last thing he wanted was to scare her with too much at once.
Robin's eyes were tightly shut, after only a few short moments she was gasping, her whole small frame shuddering with the foreshocks of her approaching climax, teetering on the edge... almost there, so close to sweet release... she could almost smell him, feel his presence.
Her hands were suddenly clasped by strong, warm, large ones, and gently pushed aside and pinned to the bed on either side of her head. Her eyes flew open in stunned shock that she was not alone, even as her whole body writhed in agony at being denied its fulfillment. Her cheeks reddened self-consciously and in the same moment she let out an involuntary whimper of protest at the loss of her own touch. Her vibrant eyes, wide and shining, focused on the one who was holding her, the same face that had been haunting her dreams for the past three years.
Amon was stretched out over her, still holding her hands, looking deeply into her eyes, his forehead pressed against hers, his face so close she could feel the puffs of his warm breath on her face. His mouth was so close to hers, she could steal a kiss if she wanted to. She did want to. That and more.
And oh, those incredible eyes of his, usually so detached, were stormy and intense with emotion, unleashed passion and something that looked an awful lot like- could it be?- love?
"Amon?" she whispered unsteadily, expecting him to vanish into thin air at any moment. Was she dreaming? If she was, she never wanted to wake up- unless she woke up in his arms, of course.
"Robin," his voice was husky, overwhelmed with emotion. She had never heard that tone from him before. She just stared at him in wonder, at his expression no longer icy and remote, but showing every emotion he felt for her. The sight touched her so deeply that she completely forgot her embarrassment, tears springing to her eyes.
Amon knew he had to say it now, before things could go any farther. "Robin, I- I love you," he finally murmured against her lips, his voice shaking with the force of the emotion he had been hiding for all these years. God, it felt great to finally say the words. Why had he been so afraid of them for so long?
The tears shimmering in Robin's green eyes overflowed down her cheeks, she was smiling at him through them. "I love you so much, Amon."
That was all he let her say before Amon closed the remaining short distance between them with his mouth. The kiss started out soft and gentle, Amon tenderly instructing his virginal lover in the art of kissing. Her lips parted ever so slightly and Amon automatically slipped his tongue into her mouth to caress hers. Robin moaned deep in her throat, and Amon deepened the kiss, his heart soaring as Robin pressed her body against his and kissed back just as fiercely. He could feel her nipples tighten still further against his chest at the contact. All these years he had been wrong- her lips were even sweeter and softer than they appeared. He couldn't get enough of her.
It shouldn't have surprised him how fast she caught on- Robin had always been a quick study. But her eager passion still came as an unexpected, and completely delightful, bonus to Amon, especially considering she had been raised practically as a nun by her grandfather. Amon was sublimely grateful to her God for letting her off the hook on that one. He would have smiled if his mouth wasn't already so pleasurably occupied, to find that while Robin was certainly innocent, she was also amazingly responsive and sensual. She was shamelessly enjoying the new experience to the fullest and exciting him all the more.
Temporarily releasing Robin's lips, Amon raised his head to look at her, wanting to capture this perfect moment forever, his knees on either side of her hips as he leaned over her, his hands still holding hers. Robin's eyes were closed but her mouth was open as she tried to catch her breath, her lips red and swollen from his kisses. Her shining hair was spread out in tousled disarray all over the pillow her head rested on. Her naked body underneath him quivered with fine tremors and glimmered with perspiration; finally he could feast his eyes on every full curve of her figure, every inch of her soft, unblemished ivory skin. "So beautiful.." he whispered in awe as he trailed his mouth up along the side of her graceful neck, making his way toward her ear where he rasped, "you are so beautiful- so perfect- my sweet little Robin," just before he tugged her ear lobe gently between his teeth. Robin shuddered anew at the sensations pouring through her.
He raised his head again, but only an inch or two from her face this time, to see her vibrant emerald eyes wide open and delving into his with a look he had never seen before on Robin- one of desire. He licked her lips before kissing her deeply again and swallowed her needy moan in his mouth, then he felt her arch up against him, trying to reach him with her body since she couldn't get her hands free. He was still clasping her small hands, he noticed she was trying to pull them out of his gentle but firm grip to touch him and couldn't. He broke the kiss gently to let her breathe, with a low chuckle at her eagerness and lifted one of her restless hands to his lips. His sterling eyes sparkled at her as he drew her index finger into his mouth, slowly suckling and drawing his tongue along its slender length, enjoying the taste that still lingered there from her previous activity.
Robin gasped in a combination of surprise and arousal when she felt him suck her finger in his mouth, caressing it with his hot, wet tongue. Her face burned bright red when she remembered exactly what that finger had been up to just a moment ago- her embarrassment giving way to unbearable excitement as he slowly, sensuously licked her fingers clean of her essence, staring into her eyes the entire time, leaving no doubt in her mind that he knew just what he was doing- and that he was loving every second of it. Oh, Robin was positive this had to be a sin, it was entirely too wicked, felt too good not to be- but she couldn't care less. As long as he never stopped touching her she was already in her own personal heaven, complete with her own sexy angel.
When Amon finally released her fingers from his mouth, she watched him helplessly through eyes clouded by passion and love, waiting breathlessly for whatever he was going to do next. The pangs of her unsatisfied need throbbed between her legs, and Robin cried out in wanton desperation since Amon still wouldn't let her hands go. As wonderful as all this was, she felt like she was going to scream if she didn't get something, and quick! He wouldn't even let her touch him- this "no-hands" thing was driving her insane!
"Amon.. please..." Robin whimpered, her body taking control without her knowledge, her hips involuntarily bucking under him.
Amon heard her plea, smirking devilishly as he remembered that he had interrupted her before, so it was only fair he give her what she obviously needed. He didn't want to make her suffer, not yet anyway. He had to take care of his lady first- it was only fair, right?
Robin's eyes widened when she felt his hand between her legs, cupping her most sensitive parts. Amon kept eye contact with her, wanting to see her face when she experienced her first climax from him. She was so soaked, his index finger slid between her labia and sank inside her up to the knuckle as if sucked inside by her greedy body. Amon's eyes nearly crossed when he felt how hot and tight she was; her p***y was going to feel incredible wrapped around his own aching erection. He didn't feel any virginal barrier, but then he supposed she probably lost it during one of their hunts, being knocked around by criminal witches. To please her more, he added a second finger to give her more fullness, making sure to lightly bump her g-spot with every thrust of his fingers, as well as gently stretching her opening for his eventual penetration.
Robin squealed and her hips began thrusting against his hand, feeling his fingers inside her much deeper than she had ever been able to do herself. The place between her legs was on fire, in a very good way, and unlike previous times, that fire reached deep into the center of her body, where her ache was strongest. Panting, she rode his hand with shameless abandon, desperate to finish and relieve the screaming need inside her, little mewls and shrieks escaping her mouth as she felt herself soaring higher, higher... oh, this was so much better than anything she'd ever done with her own hands! And all the while, Amon watched her with a warm light in his beautiful eyes, a gentle smile on his face, and she didn't feel the least bit ashamed or self-conscious being naked under his scrutiny. She felt special, needed, worshipped- like the most beautiful woman on Earth. Amon certainly seemed to think so, if the look in his eyes was any indication.
Amon watched Robin lose herself to passion, licking his lips in anticipation of seeing her fall apart under his hands, memorizing every cry, every twitch of her body, every expression on her face, preserving every tiny bit of this experience in his mind forever. They would make many more such memories together, he knew, but this was their first; he was going to treasure it for the rest of his life.
"You are too beautiful to ever have to do this alone," Amon's voice roughened to a growl, dropping even lower and sexier as he spoke. Robin shuddered, thinking she might actually die of pleasure before this was over. She had always fantasized about hearing his voice speaking to her when she would touch herself in the past. And now it was really happening! He continued, "...and you will never need to again... unless I get to watch, of course," he finished with a deep, dark chuckle, enjoying the way her breasts bounced as she frantically humped his hand. Impulsively, he dipped his head and captured a rosebud n****e between his lips, sucking it firmly into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. He wanted to lick every shuddering inch of her... later. There was no way he'd be able to last long enough for that, this first time. But he could still enjoy her perfect breasts. He gave her long, swirling licks, and sucked harder, but not hard enough to hurt; just enough to send her over the edge.
That did it for Robin. "Oh... ahh.. AMON!" She screamed as the ache inside her finally exploded, showering her with such an overload of pleasure she nearly blacked out. Amon let out a long, tortured moan around her delicious flesh, feeling her squeeze his fingers and the hot flow of her orgasm drenching his hand. He prayed he would be able to last long enough to please her when he finally got his c**k in her- she was so responsive and passionate. And that was only from his hand! Even though they'd only been at it for a few minutes, he was harder than he'd ever been in his life, needing her so badly it hurt. Even without a hymen, she was still a virgin, he needed to give her a climax with his c**k to make her forget the initial pain. And he was not a small man, in more ways than one. With his generous size, he could definitely give her pleasure... but he would have to give her pain first, and he hated that.
Gasping, Robin fell back limply to the bed, eyes closed, a dreamy smile on her face. Amon, despite his discomfort, smirked at the sated expression she wore, quite proud of himself for getting her there with nothing more than his hands. She already had the look of a well-loved, well-satisfied woman, and they hadn't even gotten to the main event yet. She had never looked more gorgeous to him. He paid each perky n****e a soft kiss in tribute, and withdrew his hand from between her thighs, causing Robin to open her eyes and look at him just in time to see him suck her fluids off his own fingers, savoring her taste. She flushed a bit, her embarassment trying to return.
Amon felt his c**k throb at the taste of her, as he cleaned his fingers. He was definitely planning to introduce his shy little bird to the joy of properly-done cunnilingus very soon. He was already getting addicted to her unique, sweet flavor, and he had yet to go down on her. Amon wasn't sure if he had the self-control to do that this time, he wanted her so badly. He could see her innocence showing again, a becoming pinkness staining her cheeks and spreading down her chest. As adorable as that blush of hers was, he discovered it was even more alluring when tinting her breasts. He had completely forgotten he was still wearing his pants until his d**k throbbed again, as if begging for attention. He gritted his teeth but a soft moan escaped anyway.
Robin was a little embarrassed, even after everything they'd already done, but she supposed it would get better with time. She was a very modest person. But she felt secure with him, he had said he loved her, and she believed it. She knew she loved him. A not-quite suppressed moan from him drew her attention. She looked at him, and her eyes were drawn to the large lump in his pants. She realized how difficult it must have been for him to do that for her, while taking nothing for himself, and her heart swelled. He really was the sweetest man.
Curiosity overcoming shyness, she reached toward him. Suddenly she paused and glanced up to his amused eyes, silently asking his permission. He smiled and nodded, laying on his back to encourage her to touch him.
Robin had never had access to a man's body before, and she was wildly curious. Besides, this wasn't just any random male, it was Amon, the man she had loved from afar for years, and he was offering himself to her! She wanted to touch him everywhere. But first she wanted to see him.
For the first time, she had the opportunity to study Amon at leisure. And what a picture he made. His eyes, the first thing she had noticed about him, were as spellbinding as ever. Now they looked more blue than gray, bright azure blazing in their depths, a lust-driven change that also signaled the rising of his Craft within him. Now that he was a full Witch, Amon's powers would be heightened along with his emotions. Robin had already learned long ago that she had to keep a tight rein on her own emotions, especially while Hunting, lest her flames rage out of control with anger or frustration. Amon was so restrained anyway, seeing this crack in his facade now only increased her excitement. He was losing his vaunted self-control, because of her.
Amon's eyes gleamed at her, his finely sculpted face framed by his shoulder length black hair. Robin realized she hadn't gotten to touch that hair yet, and she inquisitively extended a hand to feel its texture for herself. As she had always suspected, it felt like the softest of silks as it slipped and snaked through her fingers, not holding the slightest curl. It was as perfectly straight and glossy as a raven's feather. Amon turned his head into her caressing hand like a cat enjoying the stroke of his master; if he were feline, he would be purring like a motor about now.
Robin continued her perusal of Amon's half-naked body. She was fascinated by his chest; the slight twitching movements of sharply defined, rock hard muscle under smooth, pale skin, all lightly dusted with black, curly hairs she remembered feeling against her own smooth chest before- what a delicious feeling. His abdomen was rippled with an impressive six-pack and taut as a drum, with a slightly thicker line of hair that disappeared under the pants he was still wearing. Her gaze quickly darted back up, not quite ready to continue below his waistband just yet. She noticed his small nipples were pointedly erect; were they as sensitive as her own? She gently, tentatively rubbed one with the pad of her thumb, and got her answer; Robin was rewarded with a gravelly moan from him that shot straight to her little c**t, making the girl gasp in surprise at the sharp, unexpected spike of her own arousal. Amon's hands were clenched into white-knuckled fists as he tried to hang on to his self-control, accentuating more muscles in his arms- those same strong arms that always made her feel safe on the rare occasions when they closed around her. Now that things had changed between them, she expected them to hold her a lot more often. All in all, Robin decided that although she had next to no experience at judging the attributes of the male body, even she could recognize a superior example of one when she saw it. And Amon definitely had a gorgeous body.
Wow.
Finally she dropped her gaze to the front of his pants, where she could only see a large, indistinct bulge in his lap. Robin still felt a little embarrassed, but extremely curious to see more of what was testing the strength of his zipper fly.
Robin reached hesitantly for the button on his pants, looking to him again, silently asking... can I?
Of course Amon, utterly charmed and delighted by her interest, took her hand and kissed it, then placed her hand on his erection. Even through his pants, he hissed at the contact and helplessly thrust into her hand. He was definitely going to die before this was over. But tonight was all about her, he was completely at her disposal. If he had to endure the worst case of blue balls in history, so be it. This was Robin's night, he was all hers, to do with as she wished. Turning himself into Robin's personal sex slave/instructional aid was certainly paying out big rewards to him so far.
Robin guessed from the agonized look on his face and his eager response to her touch, that she was doing something right. She kept her hand there for a moment, gently rubbing him through his pants. He certainly felt very big, she wondered how such a thing could possibly fit inside her. She was quite pleased with herself, that she was making Amon gasp and groan in obvious pleasure. Finally he grabbed her hand, panting, "Robin.. stop.. please... stop," She glanced sharply at him, worried she might have hurt him. But he eased her anxiety with another kiss to her palm, "if you keep that up, this will get very messy in about a minute," he explained.
"Oh... oh!" she realized what he was getting at, and blushed again. Amon grinned at her... she was so cute! "Umm.. sorry?" she said, unsure of what she was supposed to say. She had been enjoying touching him, but she was sorry to have caused him discomfort.
"No, please, don't be sorry, koishii," Amon said softly, smiling at her. "Your hands feel fantastic, and I promise you can touch as much as you want next time, but right now I'm too turned on," he said. "Remember how you were, before?"
"Oh, you mean before you... your fingers... oh!" she gasped, remembering how she had been desperate for him to do something, anything, to ease her ache. Amon was experiencing the same kind of ache? And he was that excited.. by her? Robin felt a warm tingling between her legs at the thought. She had thought she was satisfied after that incredible orgasm he'd just given her, but judging from the increasing tingles and a soft, familiar throb down there, she guessed she would be ready to go again very soon. The idea that the cold, remote Amon could be so intensely aroused.. by her.. was deliciously exciting.
"Robin," Amon entreated her gently, but lustfully, "I really need to get out of these pants. Okay?" He couldn't help but laugh softly at her eager nod. She stared intently at his lap, waiting like a child at Christmas for a present to be unwrapped.
Amon kissed her mouth tenderly and stood up so he could get rid of the last barrier to their lovemaking. He glanced at Robin's face again, searching for signs of nervousness or fear, but saw only curiosity and desire. Still facing Robin, Amon worked his zipper carefully down over his straining hard-on. A zipper bite in such a sensitive place would definitely kill the mood. When he finally got the zipper down past his c**k, Amon sighed in relief as it sprang out of his pants.
Robin gasped in surprise as that part of him bounced suddenly into view. She had never seen this part of a man's body before, but to her it looked huge and rather intimidating. That was supposed to fit in her? Robin felt the weight of her own inexperience suddenly bearing down on her shoulders. What if she wasn't any good and Amon was disappointed with her... performance? She had never done this before after all. And she knew the first time was going to hurt. Probably a lot, judging from the size of Amon's... endowment. Robin tried not to let it happen, but she was getting nervous and a little frightened of what was about to happen.
Amon finished kicking off the damn pants and looked at Robin. His heart turned over at the tension he could see on his little Robin's face. It brought back an old memory of another time when she had looked at him with fear in her eyes- when he she had stumbled into him right after running away from a hail of rune bullets fired into her apartment. Although he had not been one of the shooters, he had known about it and not done a thing to stop it or warn Robin. Yet for some reason he had gone there when he knew the attack was scheduled to take place. He had not known it at the time, but even then he had felt a need to protect her. And what a shitty job he'd done; those assassins had nearly killed her. One of the bullets had grazed her shoulder and she had fainted into his arms from blood loss- he'd scooped her up and taken her to Nagira's. where the doctor he'd called was waiting to treat Robin's injury. Once he knew she would be okay, Amon had disappeared into the night before she woke up. He'd never forgotten that look in her eyes; Robin had been afraid of him. Even then she had suspected he was there to kill her, that he'd had something to do with the shootout at her apartment. And she had been right.
Forgetting his own needs for the moment, he rejoined Robin on the bed and gently took her chin in his hand, turning her face to meet his eyes. "Robin, koishii, you don't have to do this if you're not ready. I would never make you do something you don't want to do." He lightly stroked her cheek, looking into worried green eyes. "I love you no matter what, I can wait for you as long as you need. Please don't be afraid of me, Robin." Amon reached out and pulled her into his arms, stroking her hair and trying to comfort both himself and her. He hated the idea of Robin fearing him, it cut right through him. Holding Robin's small, naked body against his own, all he felt was the need to comfort her. His lust was forgotten for the moment. "Please, don't fear me, Robin," he begged again, desperately.
Robin felt her momentary panic fading as Amon held her close, his sincerity warmed her heart. She knew he loved her, would never hurt her if he could help it, and she knew everything would work out. His words quickly sank in and she rushed to reassure him. "It's not you, I trust you, Amon, it's just... I've never done this before... well.. I..." she trailed off in embarrassment.
Amon looked into her eyes again. "What is it?" he questioned her gently. He understood her concern about the pain, but there was clearly something else heavy on her mind.
""Well..." Robin blushed again, "What if I'm not... not very good at... this? Will you be very ... disappointed with me?" By the time she was finished with her stammering explanation, she could no longer meet his gaze and she felt painfully exposed. She reached for the towel Amon was now sitting on, feeling a need to wrap up in it.
Amon just stared for a moment, not understanding her meaning. When he finally got it, Amon felt he could have laughed with relief and how precious, and entirely unfounded, Robin's second worry was. He swiftly suppressed his laughter though, knowing that she would be heartbroken if she thought he was laughing at her. Amon took Robin's hands, making her drop the towel and look up at him.
"Robin, I know that the first time is painful for a woman, and I will do everything I can to make it as enjoyable as possible for you. I can't prevent the pain entirely; I would if I could, but after that is over I will make you feel better than you ever have in your life, I promise." Amon kissed one of her hands and got a tentative smile from her in return. He was happy to see the anxiety leaving her eyes. "And about your other concern, I can assure you, there is no way you could possibly disappoint me." He leaned closer and kissed her mouth again, slowly, coaxing her mouth open and caressing her tongue with his own. It didn't take long for her to respond again to his kiss, and he finally pulled away. Robin's emerald eyes were glowing again with the return of her desire. Amon placed one of her hands back on his aching erection, this time without anything else in the way. They both gasped at the contact. Amon's voice was rough when he spoke, "Do you feel what you do to me, tenshi? How much I want you? The only thing that would disappoint me now is if you wanted to stop, and even that I would completely understand. I might cry, but I would stop, if you asked me to," he added jokingly, and got a soft giggle from Robin.
Robin gazed into his eyes, her former fears dissipating. Her smile was from the heart.
"I trust you Amon," she said, and bravely she leaned forward, turning her head slightly to miss his tempting mouth at the last moment, making Amon groan softly as he was denied the expected kiss. Instead, the little vixen-in-training trailed her lips along his cheek until she reached his ear. Robin's breath gently blew in his ear and made her man shiver at the sensation, as well as the words she murmured...
"And I don't want to stop..."
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Macabre-chan: Dayam! I need a break... and a cold shower...! Yeah, baby! We're cookin' with gas now! Lemonade, anyone? God, I am sooo jealous of Robin right now.
Definitions:
tenshi = angel (used as an endearment, I made it up, but it makes sense!)
koishii - dear, beloved, a Japanese endearment
bakayarou - (from previous chapter) a**hole, a strong curse word/insult
(All the Japanese words I know seem to be either romantic fluff or swear words... lol!)
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