A/N: Hey guys. I know its been FOREVER since I've updated anything. And its especially been forever since I've updated this fic. I know most of the people who had high hopes for this fic have probably long since forgotten all about it. That's cool. I don't mind if you've moved on. Those of you who still have this on your alerts though, I'm finally updating this. I know its not terribly long. Sorry about that. I've been dealing with a massive case of writer's block for the last year or two. I think I'm slowly starting to get over the worst of it. So, this is chapter 2, enjoy.

Partners in Craft – Witch Hunter Robin

Chapter II - Desire

Upon arriving at Amon's home, it was to find that the place had been coated in yet another layer of dust. The problem was not really that he was never home... It was more that his visits were so short and sporadic that he never really got around to cleaning. But considering the places he was used to staying—an abandoned hut or an old train car, his home was still a palace. Robin certainly seemed to think so.

Even so, with all the time that had passed, they still had to be careful. After the first year when the organization had finally stopped watching his house, and he had returned for the first time, he immediately moved the second bed from the guest room into the master bedroom so that he could keep a constant watch on Robin. But as time went on, their relationship became less and less formal. He didn't even understand why, but it was the little things that he noticed. He had called himself stupid a hundred times, but that didn't change the fact that he had fallen for her. And so, it was this time like it was every time. The minute Robin had sprawled out on the guest bed, she was asleep. Amon couldn't blame her. Her magic was powerful, and she had to use it often. I wasn't a wonder that it wore her out.

Amon walked over to her and brushed a lock or red hair out of her face. Deep inside, his emotions surged and he desired to do so many things with her, but he dare not. He wanted to show her his love, but it scared him. What did he know about love anyway? Sure, he had dated women before. Sure he had said that he loved them, but in his heart he always knew that it wasn't true. But when it came to Robin, the feeling that he got just from seeing her be herself every day made his heart ache in a way that he couldn't describe.

Amon blinked, realizing that her emerald eyes were looking up at him, piercing him. He stared back with a fake mask of calm.

"What?" he asked quietly.

She sat up on the bed and continued to stare into his eyes. As her hands reached up and gently slid his coat from his shoulders, he froze.

"You're injured, you should be resting," she said, almost glaringly.

"Someone has to keep watch," he said sternly. His body still refused to move.

Irritably, she fiddled with the zipper of an acquired white vest which had turned the color of grayish brown over the last year. The bottom had a hole and a large blood stain from the injury he had sustained the night before.

He frowned. "What are you doing?"

"It's time to get rid of this. Its not a good idea to have blood on your clothing," said Robin, oddly persistent.

Amon was trying to restrain himself, but if she got any closer...

Having unzipped the vest, Robin pulled it down his arms. In an instant it disintegrated in a puff of flame and smoke. Her magic had become much more controlled over the years.

Amon looked away in an effort to distract himself. But four years of unspoken emotions were getting the better of him.

As she saw the blood stain on his shirt as well and her hands moved to the top button, he grabbed her by the wrists and glared almost angrily into her eyes. For only a moment, she was completely still, but then his grip weakened. She looked into his eyes painfully, running a single hand gently down his cheek.

In an instant, both of Robin's hands were back in his grasp and she was pinned against the wall, completely unable to move. There was a look in his eyes that she had never seen there before. And as he held her wrists tightly in between them, he violently and passionately kissed her. But just as quickly as it had started, it stopped. He pulled away, releasing her. Every cell in his body was screaming to continue, to make her his... but he couldn't... he would never allow himself that.

"Amon?" Robin asked shakily. Amon's back was to her now. He ran his fingers through his hair, feeling the strain.

"Give me a moment..." he said, attempting to regain his composure.

When he had calmed down, Amon almost had to laugh at the absurdity of his situation. There they were. He was the one who was becoming increasingly magically and emotionally unstable, and his goal in life was to stick around with a beautiful woman and execute her if she showed any signs of turning evil or unstable. The irony of the situation was that he felt he fit the bill of being more insane than her, yet it would be him who would pull the trigger. Life had no justice after all.