i dont own Whr.
Some things always start out innocent enough.
Attempt #9-
Chapter 5-
"I brought Donuts. Ill goes make us some coffee." Robin found herself saying as she stood in a now slightly dark STNJ building.
Michael gaped up at her like he did every time she stopped by at night to visit with him.
"Oh. Okay, thanks." He said quietly before returning to his typing.
Robin returned from the coffee maker and observed Michael as she pulled off her heavy coat.
A frown creased her brow as she stared down at him. He tried not to notice that her attention had suddenly been placed solely upon him.
But he did notice.
'Breathe in. Breathe out. Its just Robin.'
'What is she staring at?'
"Don't your fingers get tired?" She asked innocently
Michael exhaled loudly. Suddenly aware that he had been holding his breathe.
"Um, not really. I'm used to it. It's all i do."
"I know. But," Robin looked around. She floundered for the right words. "Don't you get sick of it? Always on the computer? Always searching for some snippet of information? Always... Oh the coffee's done!" She exclaimed and rushed off to pour two fresh cups of heaven.
Michael stopped typing.
When she returned she set a cup down in front of him, he stared at it inquisitively as she remained hovering somewhat close to him. She blew across the rim of her mug, trying to cool the fiery liquid enough to be able to drink it.
"Yes," he said simply.
Robin sat her cup down next to Michael's and looked down at him curiously.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I get sick of being here. Always do everyone's bidding. But i have to. I have no choice."
Robin sighed, remembering her question. Well, questions. "I'm sorry Michael. I really shouldn't have brought it up."
She took a small step forward, reaching out to place a slender hand on his shoulder in comfort, but she tripped over her huge skirts. Something that rarely happened unbelievably. Before she could even blink Michael have swiveled in his chair, with reflexes quicker than she could have imagined, to catch her and she ended up unceremoniously in his lap. Robin's breath came out a little ragged as she recovered from the slight shock of almost landing flat on her face.
"Thank you," she said softly, breathlessly.
"No problem." The hacker said, and his voice sounded slightly huskier, deeper than usual. She glanced up into his brown eyes, and froze. She realized that both of Michael's hands were secured around her slender waste, and that yes she really was sitting in his lap.
Michael's lap. A man's lap.
Uh-oh.
"I'm sorry. I'm not usually this clumsy. I should probabl-" She tried to squirm out of his grasp but he held on.
"It's alright Robin," He murmured as one slender, yet very masculine hand snaked up to rest along the column of her throat.
She gasped, her lungs felt as though they were closing up on her. She couldn't breathe!
What was happening? Was she supposed to feel this way?
He rubbed his thumb back and forth across her frantically beating pulse. Trying to soothe her.
"Robin..." He murmured, wetting his lips with his tongue as he began to pull her face towards his. She continued to squirm.
"Michael..." She squeaked trying to get free without hurting his feelings, and without getting kissed in the process.
no. no. no.
"Michael," she repeated as she pulled back, but apparently he couldn't hear her. "I...I..." she sputtered, floundering for something to say. Anything that would bring him back to reality, and away from kissing her.
It was almost too late; his lips were mere inches away from hers.
An image of her partner flashed before her eyes. Amon. As silly as it was, she had wanted her fist kiss to be with him. Not that she didn't care for Michael it was just that... Just...
But oh, how she wanted to be kissed! If I miss this chance, I may never get another one..
But if I let him kiss me then-
Her thoughts were interrupted by another pair of strong hands on her body as she was yanked abruptly, yet carefully from Michael's grasp.
"Huh...!?" The hacker gasped as he was finally pulled out of his trance.
"Michael. I don't think this is very professional behavior. You need to get control over yourself." Amon's words were bit out as he tried his best to remain calm.
"Amon...I...what?" Michael sputtered, trying to collect his thoughts.
"I'm taking Robin home now." Amon practically growled as he turned Robin towards the door.
"I dont know what I was doing. Robin...I'm sorry... I just..."
Amon plucked his partner's coat from the arm of the chair and pushed her forward with one solid hand on the small of her back.
She felt that touch all the way up her spine.
Robin didn't even realize they were in the elevator until she heard the doors bang heavily shut. She must have still possessed a shocked and dismayed expression because the next thing she knew Amon had grasped both of her arms. He yanked her around to face him. Yet still keeping her at arms length.
His gray eyes stared down into her face. Searching...Searching... for a something. A sign that she was okay?
"Are you alright Robin?" He finally asked. She looked confused for a moment. He never asked that. Why was he staring at her so? What was going on here?
"I..."
He pulled out her coat and draped it across her shoulders, and then withdrew, giving her space. He always gave her space. That was the only thing he ever gave anyone freely.
Too much space, in such a small elevator.
Suddenly her mind clicked and she finally had time to register what just happened.
She had almost been kissed!
But Amon stopped it...
Huh?
Now she'd probably never get kissed!
And Amon looked pretty angry as he stood scowling in the elevator. His gaze averted from hers.
He had pulled her away from Michael and whisked her out the door so fast that she didn't even have time to grasp the situation completely until it was too late.
"Amon, it was my fault. I tripped, I fell onto him."
Her partner continued to stare straight ahead.
"Amon?" She looked up at him, waiting for him to respond. She didn't want Michael condemned over an innocent thing.
"No Robin, it wasn't your fault."
"But-"
"I saw it. Yes, you tripped but after he caught you he should have let you go. He did not."
"I know. But he's just-"
"Just what?" he asked more harshly than he had intended.
"He's just lonely... I..." am too, was left unsaid. Yet the words hung in the air between them.
"I know that. But it's still no excuse. He should have tried to-" The elevator chimed cutting Amon off, but he was very used to that.
He stepped out of the elevator, pulling Robin along after him. He shoved his partner into the car and slammed the door shut.
Robin didn't speak again until after they were out in traffic.
"Amon..." Something else clicked. "What did you mean when you said you saw it?"
Her partner looked at her from the corner of his eye, studying her thoroughly. He waited so long before answering that Robin had thought he wasnt going to bother at all.
"I saw what happened. You tried to get away but he wouldn't let you."
"Amon-"
"Robin." He said her name with such force that she quieted immediately. "Why are you defending him?"
"Amon, it's not like... It was nothing really. He's just lonely. It was an accident. He wasnt holding me down or anything. I just - over reacted." Emerald eyes stared out into the night. Amon watched her face reflected in the glass from the corner of his eye and waited.
He tried to calm down, but the anger continued to simmer violently in his blood.
Michael had TOUCHED Robin. He had tried to KISS Robin while she was sitting in his LAP.
He continued to fume from the driver's seat.
"Amon, I don't want him to get into trouble." She said, her gaze once again resting on the side of his unshaven face. "I want this to stay between the three of us..."
His look softened slightly but he blinked, and it was gone.
"Fine. If that's what you really want." He practically growled.
"Thank you." Robin murmured her voice shaking slightly. She realized that she was trembling. She had come so close, she had almost been kissed. The young hunter was so confused by the nights events that she didnt know what to think. But one thing kept repeating in her mind:
Amon cared, even if it was just a little.
He kept one eye on the road and one eye on his partner. His eyebrow raised in confusion and curiosity as he watched a small smirk grace her lips for a moment and then it was gone.
-*/
A/n: for the record I like Michael, that's why he wasn't completely scary. He's just sort of love starved in my head. Ohwell. I just needed something where Amon got to get a little jealous and stuff. yeah.
after re-reading this I didn't really like it until Amon and Robin are in the car, but whatever.
Some things always start out innocent enough.
Attempt #9-
Chapter 5-
"I brought Donuts. Ill goes make us some coffee." Robin found herself saying as she stood in a now slightly dark STNJ building.
Michael gaped up at her like he did every time she stopped by at night to visit with him.
"Oh. Okay, thanks." He said quietly before returning to his typing.
Robin returned from the coffee maker and observed Michael as she pulled off her heavy coat.
A frown creased her brow as she stared down at him. He tried not to notice that her attention had suddenly been placed solely upon him.
But he did notice.
'Breathe in. Breathe out. Its just Robin.'
'What is she staring at?'
"Don't your fingers get tired?" She asked innocently
Michael exhaled loudly. Suddenly aware that he had been holding his breathe.
"Um, not really. I'm used to it. It's all i do."
"I know. But," Robin looked around. She floundered for the right words. "Don't you get sick of it? Always on the computer? Always searching for some snippet of information? Always... Oh the coffee's done!" She exclaimed and rushed off to pour two fresh cups of heaven.
Michael stopped typing.
When she returned she set a cup down in front of him, he stared at it inquisitively as she remained hovering somewhat close to him. She blew across the rim of her mug, trying to cool the fiery liquid enough to be able to drink it.
"Yes," he said simply.
Robin sat her cup down next to Michael's and looked down at him curiously.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I get sick of being here. Always do everyone's bidding. But i have to. I have no choice."
Robin sighed, remembering her question. Well, questions. "I'm sorry Michael. I really shouldn't have brought it up."
She took a small step forward, reaching out to place a slender hand on his shoulder in comfort, but she tripped over her huge skirts. Something that rarely happened unbelievably. Before she could even blink Michael have swiveled in his chair, with reflexes quicker than she could have imagined, to catch her and she ended up unceremoniously in his lap. Robin's breath came out a little ragged as she recovered from the slight shock of almost landing flat on her face.
"Thank you," she said softly, breathlessly.
"No problem." The hacker said, and his voice sounded slightly huskier, deeper than usual. She glanced up into his brown eyes, and froze. She realized that both of Michael's hands were secured around her slender waste, and that yes she really was sitting in his lap.
Michael's lap. A man's lap.
Uh-oh.
"I'm sorry. I'm not usually this clumsy. I should probabl-" She tried to squirm out of his grasp but he held on.
"It's alright Robin," He murmured as one slender, yet very masculine hand snaked up to rest along the column of her throat.
She gasped, her lungs felt as though they were closing up on her. She couldn't breathe!
What was happening? Was she supposed to feel this way?
He rubbed his thumb back and forth across her frantically beating pulse. Trying to soothe her.
"Robin..." He murmured, wetting his lips with his tongue as he began to pull her face towards his. She continued to squirm.
"Michael..." She squeaked trying to get free without hurting his feelings, and without getting kissed in the process.
no. no. no.
"Michael," she repeated as she pulled back, but apparently he couldn't hear her. "I...I..." she sputtered, floundering for something to say. Anything that would bring him back to reality, and away from kissing her.
It was almost too late; his lips were mere inches away from hers.
An image of her partner flashed before her eyes. Amon. As silly as it was, she had wanted her fist kiss to be with him. Not that she didn't care for Michael it was just that... Just...
But oh, how she wanted to be kissed! If I miss this chance, I may never get another one..
But if I let him kiss me then-
Her thoughts were interrupted by another pair of strong hands on her body as she was yanked abruptly, yet carefully from Michael's grasp.
"Huh...!?" The hacker gasped as he was finally pulled out of his trance.
"Michael. I don't think this is very professional behavior. You need to get control over yourself." Amon's words were bit out as he tried his best to remain calm.
"Amon...I...what?" Michael sputtered, trying to collect his thoughts.
"I'm taking Robin home now." Amon practically growled as he turned Robin towards the door.
"I dont know what I was doing. Robin...I'm sorry... I just..."
Amon plucked his partner's coat from the arm of the chair and pushed her forward with one solid hand on the small of her back.
She felt that touch all the way up her spine.
Robin didn't even realize they were in the elevator until she heard the doors bang heavily shut. She must have still possessed a shocked and dismayed expression because the next thing she knew Amon had grasped both of her arms. He yanked her around to face him. Yet still keeping her at arms length.
His gray eyes stared down into her face. Searching...Searching... for a something. A sign that she was okay?
"Are you alright Robin?" He finally asked. She looked confused for a moment. He never asked that. Why was he staring at her so? What was going on here?
"I..."
He pulled out her coat and draped it across her shoulders, and then withdrew, giving her space. He always gave her space. That was the only thing he ever gave anyone freely.
Too much space, in such a small elevator.
Suddenly her mind clicked and she finally had time to register what just happened.
She had almost been kissed!
But Amon stopped it...
Huh?
Now she'd probably never get kissed!
And Amon looked pretty angry as he stood scowling in the elevator. His gaze averted from hers.
He had pulled her away from Michael and whisked her out the door so fast that she didn't even have time to grasp the situation completely until it was too late.
"Amon, it was my fault. I tripped, I fell onto him."
Her partner continued to stare straight ahead.
"Amon?" She looked up at him, waiting for him to respond. She didn't want Michael condemned over an innocent thing.
"No Robin, it wasn't your fault."
"But-"
"I saw it. Yes, you tripped but after he caught you he should have let you go. He did not."
"I know. But he's just-"
"Just what?" he asked more harshly than he had intended.
"He's just lonely... I..." am too, was left unsaid. Yet the words hung in the air between them.
"I know that. But it's still no excuse. He should have tried to-" The elevator chimed cutting Amon off, but he was very used to that.
He stepped out of the elevator, pulling Robin along after him. He shoved his partner into the car and slammed the door shut.
Robin didn't speak again until after they were out in traffic.
"Amon..." Something else clicked. "What did you mean when you said you saw it?"
Her partner looked at her from the corner of his eye, studying her thoroughly. He waited so long before answering that Robin had thought he wasnt going to bother at all.
"I saw what happened. You tried to get away but he wouldn't let you."
"Amon-"
"Robin." He said her name with such force that she quieted immediately. "Why are you defending him?"
"Amon, it's not like... It was nothing really. He's just lonely. It was an accident. He wasnt holding me down or anything. I just - over reacted." Emerald eyes stared out into the night. Amon watched her face reflected in the glass from the corner of his eye and waited.
He tried to calm down, but the anger continued to simmer violently in his blood.
Michael had TOUCHED Robin. He had tried to KISS Robin while she was sitting in his LAP.
He continued to fume from the driver's seat.
"Amon, I don't want him to get into trouble." She said, her gaze once again resting on the side of his unshaven face. "I want this to stay between the three of us..."
His look softened slightly but he blinked, and it was gone.
"Fine. If that's what you really want." He practically growled.
"Thank you." Robin murmured her voice shaking slightly. She realized that she was trembling. She had come so close, she had almost been kissed. The young hunter was so confused by the nights events that she didnt know what to think. But one thing kept repeating in her mind:
Amon cared, even if it was just a little.
He kept one eye on the road and one eye on his partner. His eyebrow raised in confusion and curiosity as he watched a small smirk grace her lips for a moment and then it was gone.
-*/
A/n: for the record I like Michael, that's why he wasn't completely scary. He's just sort of love starved in my head. Ohwell. I just needed something where Amon got to get a little jealous and stuff. yeah.
after re-reading this I didn't really like it until Amon and Robin are in the car, but whatever.