A Very Stormy Christmas Eve
-by Meeko Melodie
Meeko: Wonderful... guess what? I failed my math test... hurray! From eighty eight to sixty five percent in average. Damn it! Math is always being so mean to me and I just don't get it. Screw math (sorry if this offend anyone, but seriously! Math! ) Anyhow, thank you for the comments. Believe it or not, I got most of the reviews – 8 of them on my birthday; I was so happy, so thank you!
Thank you for the following dudes and dudettes:
Practical-Dreams: Hey, Jojo! Nice pen name by the way. Hurry up and write your fan fiction; I'll read and review, I swear! And thanks for the compliment. PS It's NOT Almond, damn it!
Amon's Angel of the Darkness: Yay, Doujima is evil! He-he. Nagira is Amon's older brother, right? Well, I didn't really put him in because I haven't watch to the episode that he was in, so I don't really know what he was like. Darn it, still mistakes? Guess I'll never type like Michael, huh? Well, thanks for pointing it out and I'll try to correct it as break is just around the corner.
Angel452: Hmm... the card, eh? That I never thought about; actually I did, but I couldn't get any good wordings that Doujima might use. Any ideas want to give out?
Cat/Wolf Witch Kyobi: Holiday stories are my favorite too! They're usually quite cute and sweet. Anyhow, thanks for the comment.
In True Meanings: Thank you!
Katreda: Want more? Here it is.
Dooley: Nope, you didn't miss anything. Amon just left Robin bleeding to death.
Mika: Present! 'SWEET' totally fits my thought.
Turntable Aurora: Aww... fluffy teddy bear? That's an idea. He-he.
Robin: Thank you so much, but don't hang yourself!!
fan mail: Um... here's the update?
Chapter Two: White Christmas
The snow storm is coming closer, Robin thought, smiling lightly. She couldn't get enough of those fluffy white stuff; back in Italy, it was always too warm for snow. Turning on the radio, on which most stations were airing Christmas carols, she sank back into the comfortable couch, hugging a soft cushion close and humming along with her soft tone.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten,
and children listen
to hear sleigh bells in the snow
The tranquil and peaceful atmosphere turned Robin's thoughts back to Amon and their little fiasco in the morning. She blushed unconsciously at the thought, oh why did I have to be such an idiot and get on his bad side. Now he's going to hate me even more than he already does, if that was even possible. Robin sighed in defeat. She glanced over at the rectangular prism gift lying innocently on the coffee table; a small card attached at the top with a ribbon. There goes the gift, Robin thought bitterly, thinking she would not have a chance to give it to him.
Shaking her head fiercely and trying to shake out all the disturbing thoughts, Robin decided to make herself some coffee.
As soon as Robin got off of her seat, however, the doorbell rang; its sudden loudness caused Robin to jump. Soothing her beating heart, she opened the door and saw who else but her emotionless partner standing there frigid, a brightly color wrapped gift under his arm. The combination of the cheerful colors and the mournful shades of his clothes didn't quite match.
"Amon," she said softly, her heart almost stopped skipping at that exact moment. Little flakes of white settled between his black, wet locks and though Robin could see Amon was trying to hide it, Amon's slightly chattering of teeth from the coldness could not escape Robin.
"This... this is for you," Amon said quickly, handing Robin the gift and the card. Oh great, Amon thought dully, what kind of an opening sentence is that? Impolite and harsh. Too late now. Robin glanced at him strangely but didn't open the gift immediately. Her lips were still holding a small smile.
"Do you want to come in?" Robin asked shyly; she had never invited anyone into her space, let alone a man. However, there was always the first time for everything, as Robin would soon find out.
Amon looked bewildered for a moment, she... she's not mad? But returned to his composure quickly as he nodded, his facial expression still showing nothing.
The apartment was toasty warm and scent of coffee sifted under his nostril reminding him this was real. Tinkling Christmas carols were playing softly in the background. Not many decorations were hung in the house, but there was a small Christmas tree standing in a corner, the sparkling tinsel shone under the dull light of the room.
Amon sat himself hesitantly on the sofa, Robin followed his example and sat herself beside the stoic hunter. Her small pale hands were fidgeting ever so slightly.
Am I that scary? Amon thought suddenly, taking note of Robin's action.
"I..." both of them started at the same time; Robin blushed lightly, "you can say it first." Amon shook his head, "lady first."
Robin took a deep breathe, "I'm sorry about this morning, I wasn't thinking straight and I..." Her emerald eyes were glassy.
"No..." Amon interrupted her quietly, "it's me who should apologize, for yelling at you like that, for being such an asshole..." Robin shook her head, her loose cinnamon locks tumbling over her shoulders delicately and she was smiling. Amon knew that she had forgiven him; he was thankful.
"Here," she said, handing him a rectangular box wrapped in a dark forest green paper, "I know you hate bright colors, but black seemed a little inappropriate for Christmas..." she drawled off.
His throat was so tight he could hardly breathe. Amon held the present and muttered a thank you. Robin stood up, " I'll fixed us both something to drink" and without waiting for a reply, she left for the kitchen.
Touching the smooth surface with his now un-gloved hands, he tore the wrapping paper. Inside was a black, flat box with a lid as Amon took off the lid as well, revealing...
Amon stared at it.
A jet black scarf made of thin fleece lay folded in the box.
Just then, Robin took out two steaming mugs and handed one to Amon, who accepted it without complain.
"You always zip up your coat to the very top during windy days, and you never seem to wear a scarf, so I thought you might want one," Robin explained, her hands cupping the mug for the comforting warmth.
"I see." Amon knew he should say more, but what could he say? He was not exactly the best conversation-making person in the world. The only thing he was ever good at was hunting witches and using his head at times. Oh, and don't forget about the good, old maddening blows in occasions.
She can even remember the slightest, the most insignificant thing, Amon inwardly smiled. He laid the package down and started to sip the bitter liquid.
There was silence between them again. Those vacant spaces were filled in by the cheerful melodies still playing on the radio. Looking beyond the window, Amon saw the blurring shadows of snow flying fiercely, carrying by the vicious wind. The uneasiness was beginning to grow by the second, making them both uncomfortable.
"May I open the present?" Robin said it so quietly that Amon almost missed it. He nodded.
Robin reached for the card first; her small hand shaking from excitement; Amon thought she was just cold.
Smiling slightly at the cute design of the angel on the card, Robin glanced at Amon and right at his cold grayness; she quickly lowered her head again and turned overthe card to read. But...
Something didn't feel right.
Amon frowned; Robin's eyes grew wide with a sense of astonishment mixed with disbelief as she read each word that he had written. But he only wrote Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and the apology, right? So... what the hell is going on? Robin's emerald orbs unwillingly left the ink-written words and stared searchingly at Amon. Their eyes met once again and as much as Amon tried to ignore it, spears of desire pierce through his gut as he lost into the eternal swirls of ivy green.
"Did... did you really write that?" she asked gently, her eyes never leaving Amon's; she needed the truth.
Amon was confused, of course he wrote it, who else would it be? He nodded, confirming his reply. Yet, he knew something was wrong.
From out of nowhere, Amon could half guess what happened; he could just imagine his devilish, not to mention childish, co workers writing that card. What they wrote must had something to do with his feelings towards Robin.
Oh, they will pay after Christmas, Amon thought darkly, for playing this... His out coming streams of curses were abruptly interrupted by a sudden warmth gathering within his chest as Robin hugged him. It strike him as to how... how nice it was to have a warm body so close to him, not any warm body, Robin's body. Her hair smelled of the floral shampoo she always used and was teasingly tickling under his nose. He was still in a daze when Robin pulled back, clearly embarrassed from her out-of-place action.
But of course, Amon wouldn't let this happen. Oh no. Instead, he wrapped his strong arms around Robin's slim waist and held her even closer. Oh, how Amon had longed to hold her like this and even if this was unknown to him, it was vice versa. The sudden weight caused lost of balance as Amon fell behind, resting his lower back on the couch's arm-rest while bringing the tense girl down with him.
Robin let out a surprised gasp and Amon found it rather... tempting. His body was loosing control and he knew it, but what the hell could he possibly do? It wasn't like he could control his hormones or anything like that; besides, he wasn't complaining about the current position on the couch either.
"Amon?" his name rolled off her tongue like a melody, surrounding his dark soul, "what... what are you doing?" She breathed out, her soft voice tinting with embarrassment as she tried to push herself off of the awkward position but with no avail. His arms were too strong.
Robin's hesitation stung him, he found out with shock. It never seized to amaze Amon how Robin could influence him like that. One little phrase or one irrelevant expression could make him inwardly smile or ease with pain. On the other hand, Robin was in her own little bubble of confusion. What was she doing in his arms, or better yet, what was he doing holding her? The sudden affection almost scared Robin; he sure wasn't acting like himself today, she thought, her pale face still flaming with Amon's close contact.
Robin had grown used to Amon's distant and ruthless side, this action Robin was experiencing just proved that Amon did have a heart. Yes, it might be an icy one, but she could no longer deny its existence as the glacial barrier around it started to melt, and under Robin's passionate flames at that. Robin blushed even harder at this thought.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, using his indifferent attitude to conceal his real sorrow as he brought Robin up with him. Robin might be imaging it but somehow, their distance seemed to be pull even farther apart. Amon looked straight ahead, refusing to fall into those enchanting malachite eyes.
Robin looked over at Amon's stoic face and she could already guess what her hunting partner was thinking; he thought that she was hesitating because she didn't feel the same way. That's so not true, Robin thought miserably and she intended to make her point known.
"It isn't like that," she stated plainly; Amon snapped his head quickly at her direction that he swore he heard his own neck cracked at the intense movement. "It wasn't what you are thinking, Amon."
"Then what is it?" Amon questioned, his tone was demanding, but Robin could see in his gray orbs shiningwith... could it be plead?
"It's just that..." she didn't know how to explain it, or how to put them into words, but she tried her best anyway, "I'm surprised is all." Her green glimpse fell to her lap.
"Surprised?" Amon pressed on, his ashen eyes narrowing faintly with inquiry, "at what?"
"At your..." she paused, in her head searching for the right word, "at your sudden affection." Amon's glare softened. Robin was relieved but she still withheld her glance from Amon's face; it was too intolerable.
A warm hand guided Robin's head from the back of her neck and once again, her intense splash of verdigris intrigued Amon without sense. Tucking a lock of wheat-tinted hair behind Robin's ears tenderly, Amon leaned forward to captured her lips.
Robin was taken aback slightly but she relaxed her body against Amon's. Her hands shyly, but passionately, stroking his tensing arms while he left her lips alone and followed her jaw line down to her neck, licking Robin's sweet-scented flesh, teasing her with his flicking tongue. God, the soft touches like these were already enough to drive them both insane; Amon was sure that once the fire was ignited, there was no way in hell that it could be put out.
And listening to Robin's satisfied and pleasuring moans in his ears wasn't helping matters either. He snaked his arms around Robin's waist and pressured both himself and the fire witch down on the couch.
Robin gasped at the sudden shift of position, not that she minded anyway because her attention was forced back to the man in front of her, or on top of her, rather. His lips claimed her slightly swollen ones again as Amon grazed and tasted her in every way his tongue allowed him to; he sucked on her lower lip and Robin responded willingly with a soft groan; by that Amon gained access into her mouth to taste further of her heavenly and addictive aroma.
Panting for lack of breathe, they parted unwillingly, their gaze still holding on to each other, neither wanted to look at anything else.
"Merry Christmas, Amon," Robin whispered gently, giving Amon a heart-warming smile as she caressed his cheek with a free hand, enjoying the tickling roughness from his jaw.
"Merry Christmas, Robin."
The gossamer snow hovered in the calm night air as they waltzed serenely, gliding in the direction of the soothing Christmas zephyr.
Meeko: NO! Don't go away yet! First review, and there's going to be an Epilogue after this. A twist coming right up; anyone want to take a guess?