Robin found herself buried into her partner's naked chest and her legs entangled with his legs at six in the morning, the normal time her body told her to get up. Her eyes widened,
~I thought he hated witches. So why is he holding me this firmly?~ Robin asked herself. Slowly and carefully she pried away from Amon, she stared at his face for a few seconds just taking in his facial features to memorize them, slowly she brushed his long black locks from his face.
~He looks so vulnerable.~ Robin thought as she took in the old scars on his face, her fingers hovered over a horizontal faint scar that came down from his forehead, through his eyelid and rested on his cheek.
~He has suffered through his own battles it seems.~ Robin's eyes glittered with unshed tears. She carefully removed herself from the bed and found silk pajama pants on her legs, she tied the drawstring and left the room.
~I will fix him breakfast to repay him for his kindness last night.~ Robin throwing her hair up into a bun and finding chop sticks in the silverware drawer to hold it securely and began making an omelet with bacon on the side and caffeinated coffee to drink. When she finished she took the plate of food and mug of coffee into the bedroom she found herself in.
She sat everything down quietly on the nightstand, she had lived with her guys and they were always ready for an attack even in their sleep and she figured Amon was no different. She thought he would do one of two things, come up swinging or possibly choke her since his gun laid on the dresser. She would let him attack her because if she blocked his hand, he would think he was getting attack and make the situation worse.
"Amon, Amon, hey, wake up, wake up before your breakfast gets cold." Robin shaking him, Amon's hand shot straight out finding her throat, squeezing enough to cut off her windpipe. She locked eyes with him, her bright green orbs telling him he was safe. His eyes widened,
"Robin." Amon carefully releasing his grip on her neck, he noticed she wasn't fazed at all.
"You are never surprised by anything are you?" Amon rubbing his face. Robin shrugged,
"We are hunters, hunters are always on guard even when they sleep. You were either going to punch me or try and choke me. It helps that I anticipate what people or witches will do." Robin explained. He looked at her dumbfounded,
"Sit up, I made you breakfast to show my gratitude for last night." Robin grabbing the plate. Amon rubbed his face and ran his fingers through his hair, he glanced at the clock,
"What the hell Robin, its only 7 am! You couldn't have done this later?" Amon growled, Robin rolled her eyes,
"Just try it, I am telling you it is worth getting woke up at 7 am." Robin sitting the plate in his lap. He flinched and grunted, closing his eyes as his eyebrows knitted,
"Damn it Robin, watch where you sit that plate!" Amon grumbled. Robin thought about what he could be talking about,
~Morning wood.~ Robin though to herself as her eyes widened.
"I'm so sorry." Robin bowed,
"Its fine, I'm fine. You do know those are not hair ornaments, right?" Amon leaning back against the headboard and getting settled to eat the omelet.
"I'll leave you alone. I don't even know why I am in your place to begin with or how I got here." Robin sighed as she started out of the room,
"I carried your ass in here after you passed out in the floor. If your thinking about going back to your apartment, think again." Amon cutting into his omelet and trying a bite of it.
"Holy fuck." Amon's eyes widening, this was a really good omelet, Robin stared at him,
"And just why can't I return to my apartment? Its where I live, it's where my clothes are. I can't wear pajamas all day." Robin explained.
"Maybe when we dove into your apartment floor while trying to survive your balcony collapsing you hit your head a little too hard. You were just hanging by a nut off your balcony railing last night and then your whole balcony went. Your apartment is not stable!" Amon shouted at her angrily.
"Where am I going to stay? I have got to get to my clothes!" Robin huffed, Amon was stuffing his mouth with the fluffy and tasty omelet Robin had made him,
"Why, Robin, it's Saturday, you know, the weekend? Why the hell are you up so fuckin' early?" Amon groaned,
"Just because its Saturday, is that supposed to mean something? I am always up this early, we had daily chores at the monastery and we kept up on training on Saturdays. If I make you another omelet would you chill out?" Robin asked seeing as he only had a few bites left. Amon eyed her,
"Is that all you want or are you going to add more to the favors for fixing me an omelet?" Amon glared as he stuffed another bite in his mouth.
"You are forgetting about the coffee sitting on the nightstand that is getting cold." Robin raised a brow. Amon eyed her as he looked to the nightstand, the coffee didn't have steam coming from it anymore. Amon grabbed the cup and took a careful sip, he looked in the cup and took a bigger sip, she watched as he closed his eyes and moaned. Robin bit her lower lip, his voice and that moan touched her very core of her body giving her goosebumps. She shook her head,
"So, now can I add to the list of favors?" Robin asked, he opened his eyes a little, still trying to savor the great cup of coffee she had made.
~Maybe she isn't so useless.~ Amon thought,
"Speak." Amon stated,
"I need a ride to your shooting range." Robin scratching her head.
"What about your clothes? You still need clothes." Amon chewing the last bite of his omelet.
"I can get my clothes out of my own apartment." Robin walking out of the room,
"Robin, damn it! Get back here!" Amon throwing the blankets and the plate off of him and getting up to stop her.
"God damn it!" Amon shouted, with him forgetting about his twisted ankle, he fell to the floor with a thud, Robin heard something large fall in the floor in her room, she cocked her head at an angle and walked back into the room, seeing her partner in the floor.
"Amon? Are you alright?" Robin walking over to him, she bent down, Amon was leaned back against the bedside, pain written on his face. Robin glanced him over, she found the reason why he fell in the floor, his ankle was swollen.
"Looks like you twisted it in that landing last night." Robin carefully touching it to see if it was broken.
"At least I fuckin' landed on the balcony." Amon hissed out,
"It's just a bad sprang, where are your wraps for this kind of stuff?" Robin asked,
"Under the damn sink in the cabinet in my bathroom." Amon closing his eyes. Robin got up and jogged around till she found his room and looked,
"There you are." Robin mumbled, she found the bathroom, she just had to go into Amon's room to get to it. She opened the cabinet and dug around in it, it wasn't organized at all, she found the wrap and jogged back to the room she woke up in. Amon was mumbling underneath his breath,
"Just hold still." Robin picking up his leg and pushing the pajama pants back and putting his ankle across her lap. He watched her dainty fleet fingers work carefully to wrap his ankle.
"Are you good at everything?" Amon still watching her,
"I have had a lot of practice in first aid. You know that is what happens when you get up at 6 in the morning, you have the whole day to train." Robin explained as she tucked the bandage inside itself to secure it.
"No reason to be a smart ass. Thanks." Amon grumbled,
"I wasn't trying to be, but I was trained in a lot of things, first aid, survival training, guns, hand to hand, that sort of thing, and you're welcome. So, now can I go get my stuff from my apartment without any fuss from you?" Robin asked.
"No, I will grab your stuff, but first I need to call the boss and ask what we are to do with you and your stuff." Amon explained. Robin got by his arm and put his arm around her neck,
"Use the nightstand to push up." Robin explained as she stood up, he found that she had some strength in that small frame of hers.
"I've got it, thanks." Amon grumbled, he was tired of her doing things for him, why did she have to be so helpful? He limped to the living room and grabbed his phone and called his boss to tell him the situation. He glanced in the kitchen, finding Robin already cooking him another omelet for him.
"She will stay with you for now." his boss explained, Amon was drinking his lukewarm coffee, even with it being lukewarm already, it was the best damn coffee he ever had. He had some coffee in his mouth when his boss had told him that Robin would stay with him, he spewed out the coffee,
"Excuse me sir? She's a girl! I think she would be more comfortable with staying with Karasuma." Amon glancing at Robin, he got up and limped to his room.
"You live just a door down, it's convenient, besides, you will be able to keep a better eye on her if she stays with you." his boss explained.
"But sir…" Amon suddenly hearing a dial tone, Amon threw his cell on his bed and grabbed his pillow and screamed into it, trying to let out his frustration.
"Robin wants to go to the shooting range, now I think it's a great idea, before I shoot her right now instead of waiting on orders." Amon mumbled out loud to the empty room, he needed something to take his frustrations out on. He got up and found a pair of jeans, but he was too busy pulling on a pair of jeans to notice that Robin walked in. There he stood frozen with his jeans pulled up but unzipped and unbuttoned and Robin leaning against the door frame.
"Damn it Robin, don't you knock?" Amon shouted,
"It's nothing I haven't seen before. My team members were all guys, though, you look like you're in a better shaped than they were. Your omelet is done, come eat before it gets cold." Robin looking at his naked chest, abs and his biceps,
"Yep, not bad at all." Robin leaving the room. She heard him curse again, he threw on a black tank top and a black button up shirt over it, he zipped his pants and buttoned them and went to the living room.
"Listen, if you are bunking with me there has to be ground rules." Amon buttoning his shirt, he glanced at her, she was drinking coffee and had his laptop open, waiting for it to boot up. Before he could shut it Robin suddenly went ghostly pale and ran to the sink in the kitchen since it was closer, she puked up her omelet. Amon shut the laptop,
"Number 1, do not mess with my stuff. You would not be sick now if you had left the laptop alone." Amon walking over and leaning against the kitchen cabinets with his arms crossed over the now buttoned up shirt.
"I guess you never saw the aftermath photos?" Amon asked, Robin rinsed her mouth out with water from the sink, she didn't look at him,
"I do not need to see the photos, I was there, I saw it, I was apart of it, and I pretty much fell beside my guys in a bloody pile but at least I took both of those witches with me." Robin slowly raising her head to look at him with those piercing green eyes.
"I am going to go and get my stuff and grab a shower, you sit and eat." Robin huffed angrily as she walked out of his apartment. Amon quickly limped out behind her,
"You are not going in there without me." Amon growled,
"Fine, but you walk in my steps, nowhere else." Robin rolling her eyes.
"Alright." Amon huffed, she seemed as if she knew how to handle unstable buildings, they walked in, Robin stepped carefully over to her bedroom and to the closet and started with her clothes with him walking in her footsteps.
"How is it you know how to get around in unstable buildings?" Amon asked,
"Do you even have to ask? My guys trained me, they took me to a building that was unstable and we trained on how to balance our weight in certain areas and where to step. Once I had it down with just walking, we were running through there, kind of like an obstacle course. You never know when you will get in certain situations like that." Robin glancing at him. They both had all of her clothes and carefully stepped back out, they unloaded the clothes on the bed and they went back and got the rest of her stuff.
"That's it Robin, no more problems out of you today got it? I need what is left of my sanity." Amon almost pulling his hair out, he went and sat down and ate his cold omelet. Robin quickly hung her clothes and put her shoes in the closet and went to take a shower.
Amon paid her no mind, he was too busy trying to figure out what Robin had put in this omelet, it was still a really good omelet even if it was cold. He had poured another cup of coffee and had a swig of coffee in his mouth when Robin came out of his room with a towel wrapped around her chest and her long hair dripping, again Amon was caught off guard when he saw her in only a towel and spewed the coffee out everywhere.
"Is my coffee that bad?" Robin asked with a raised brow, Amon had a coughing fit as she walked into her room,
"No, people just keep doing and saying stupid shit this morning while I am trying to enjoy lukewarm coffee! Rule number 2, you will not walk around in my apartment in only a towel!" Amon growled out as he followed her into her room.
"I can't just put my clothes in the bathroom while I shower, they will get damp." Robin explained as she reached for a bright blue long sleeve shirt in her closet, suddenly the towel that was secured around her chest dropped to the floor. Amon was stunned, he blinked, staring at her back there was a deep recent scar on her back, starting at her shoulder, his eyes followed the scar all the way to the end, resting right before the curve of her….Amon snapped out of it, and quickly limped out of the room and slammed the door.
Robin was flushed herself, there were rare times her team members had seen her fully naked, very rare times but Amon was different. He was rather attractive, and he had just seen her naked. She quickly grabbed some clothes and put the rest of her things in dressers or on dressers and cleaned the plate off her bed from where Amon had thrown it. When she finally came out she found a bottle of beer in his hand,
"Not a word Robin, for the rest of the day." Amon growled.
"Don't get your panties in a twist or is it thongs that you wear all the time cause you seem pissed at every turn." Robin pointed out. Amon glared at her, he had just seen her ass naked, and now she was talking about him wearing panties and thongs? He couldn't stare at her for long, his morning wood was coming back. He closed his eyes trying to think of things to help it go away,
~Jailbait…jailbait… jailbait…~ Amon opening his eyes, she was still standing there in that blue long sleeve shirt that hugged her curves very well. Amon closed his eyes again,
~Nagira butt ass naked.~ Amon thought, his eyes flew open and his body gave off a shutter, that had done the trick.
"Are you ready to leave yet?" Amon grunted out,
"Been waiting for you to finish your beer there." Robin explained with her arms crossed under her chest,
"Go, just go get in the damn car!" Amon shouted, Robin raised a brow and went to slip on her shoes and tie them up.
~There is just no mercy for me today. Why did she have to push her breast up with her arms crossing like that?~ Amon thought, her jeans had fit her curves really well too,
"I need to get laid." Amon mumbled under his breath,
"Did you say something?" Robin asked.
"No." Amon growled out and limped out and down to the car before Robin could try to be 'helpful' anymore today.