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A/N - And here is the third installment. I spent all day on this one, amazingly enough. Let me know what you think!
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You've been the only thing that's right in all I've done.
Run by Snow Patrol
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Amon knelt by the head of the bed, watching the sleeping girl intently. She shifted a bit, strands of hair falling over her face, and, with the barest of touches, he swept the locks back to fan out over the pillow.
I shouldn't care about you.
She began to fret – adamantly shaking her head and reaching out desperately to something he could not see, until, finally, her lips parted in a shriek of "No!" and her emerald eyes flew open. Robin sprang into an upright position, nearly falling from the bed in the process, and ended up perched precariously on the edge, gasping for breath. She looked about wildly and Amon reached up, cupping her face between his hands.
"Robin."
Her eyes focused on him and her breathing slowed. A blush colored her cheeks - she tried to pull away, nearly falling once more.
"I'm sorry," she murmured, turning her body slightly and placing her feet on the ground.
Amon stood slowly and his hands slid from her cheeks, fingertips trailing along her neck to her shoulders, continuing to trace a path down her arms until he grasped her hands in his own. He entwined his fingers with hers, eyes never leaving the young woman's face. The blush had faded and she gazed at him, uncertainty in her eyes. He pulled her to her feet, untangled his hands from hers, and extended his arms in an inviting gesture.
Oh so hesitantly, she took a small step forward and moved into his embrace. He wrapped his arms tight around her as she rested her head on his shoulder, arms snaking around his back. He stroked her hair until she pulled away and looked up at him, eyes still unsure and slightly confused.
Amon leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead, each cheekbone, the tip of her nose, and, finally, his lips found hers and brushed against them softly. She returned the kiss, using the same hesitancy with which it was given, and, this time, when he stared into her eyes the uncertainty was gone, replaced by a soft emotion he could not give a name to.
Robin smiled up at him and placed a delicate hand against his cheek – Amon leaned into the touch, closing his eyes.
But I do.