Written for the lovely Zurizip, who wrote me a drabble too (go check it out!). Inspired with the promts The Day After and Holidays. Hope you like it!
Witching Hour
By: Nekare
They first have sex on Christmas Eve. Hesitant touches at first, over heated skin at last, and those haunting green eyes shining in the darkness of his candle (Robin) lighted bedroom. Whispered words of wonder at finding her sitting on his bed, panted incoherent words from her lips about mistletoe and loneliness and want, safe on his mind forever where he can replay her teeth on his lips and his hands on her hips.
(Where he can hide forever in case it never happens again).
Headquarter is coming to life once again, Robin's army of Witches and hopes readying for a new day of survival, waiting for their child-woman leader, the green-eyed Hope that lays beside him in a tangle of white sheets, white skin and not so white dreams. Amon watches the light dancing on her skin, and breaths the air coming from her slightly opened mouth, reverently, a part of himself that is still all hunting reflexes hating himself from having lost control of himself, of her, of life.
Robin kisses him when she wakes, sleepy and more grown up at nineteen he ever thought she'd be, dressing in silence and muttering a quiet i Merry Christmas /i as she closes the door on her way out, going to her followers and fighting for a future.
Amon is under her spell, but lately, he can bring himself to care.