Once inside their apartment Amon put the stuff down he had bought to fix the door with, then opened his laptop and went to his medical report,
"Come here, you wanted to read my report, here it is." Amon showing her, there were photos of every wound he had ever gotten but it didn't say how he got them or what they were from. He came back with a bottle of sweet tea for her and a beer for himself, he took his coat off and hung it up and put his boots by the door.
"Thanks." Robin too busy reading and studying his medical report to pay him any attention. When she was done reading and seeing the photos Amon shut the laptop. He swallowed half of his beer, Robin opened her tea, she stared at him drinking, he glanced at her.
"Look, I'm not one to share anything with anyone, especially my apartment, so sharing battle scars it's a new thing for me." Amon explained, he finished his beer and sat the bottle down.
"Get a good look at them cause you won't ever see them again." Amon explained as he unbuttoned his shirt and took his tank top off and sat on the couch beside her and faced her. He knew which one she would ask about first, it had taken the longest to heal. Robin reached out and ran her fingers lightly over his horizontal scar starting from his forehead to halfway through his cheek, leaving behind a warmth that reached Amon to the very core of his body, he closed his eyes.
"A witch caught me with the tip of his sword. I was blind for a while but luckily it healed." Amon clearing his throat, he opened his eyes and caught her green ones, he needed another beer already and they were just starting. He went and grabbed another beer and came back and sat down, Robin knew there was a scar around his neck but her fingers couldn't find it, Amon took her finger and ran it around his neck,
"Razor wire, I got separated from the team and the witch came up behind me and strangled me with the razor wire." Amon explained. He knew this was a bad idea letting her touch him, even if it was only his scars, it was too intimate, her touch was so warm and innocent, almost healing. Suddenly he was reminded of his partner Kate. He took her hand and let her hand create a warm healing trail to right above his nipple, Robin swallowed hard, she loved the feel of his skin underneath her fingertips, she found a rather large hole there under the scar. Robin gasped, she locked eyes with him,
"It barely missed my heart, my last partner turned on me." Amon hissed out as he stared her down. Robin placed her palm over his heart,
"I vow right now, I will never turn on you Amon, I swear it." Robin placing his hand over her heart as she held hers over his own, he saw her green eyes glittering with unshed tears,
"Robin, you cannot swear to me like that. The reason why Kate attacked me was because she lost control and went crazy with her power. You have seen these witches lose their minds over their powers. They do not care who is standing nearby them, they will take that person out." Amon explained.
"You had to kill her yourself, didn't you?" Robin asked in whisper as a tear rolled down her cheek. Amon couldn't reply so he nodded his head, he guided her hand across his body and down to his ribs, with his eyes closed he swallowed hard, he was a glutton for punishment from her small fingers and hand.
"A knife fight I was trying to break up." Amon explained, he moved her delicate-like hand down to his hip bone.
"That was done laying my motorcycle down on the road, it took a chunk of my hip bone." Amon explained, he turned his back to her and she again felt every scar, Amon had to close his eyes again because her fingers were driving him crazy. He again told her the story of each one, he finished his second beer and got up. Amon stood up and glanced down at her, her piercing green eyes staring up at him, he saw her swallow hard, and he thought he saw lust filled to the brim of those green eyes.
He quickly took his belt off and averted his eyes, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and stepped out of them, leaving him in a pair of silk black boxers. He swallowed hard as he slowly lowered his body down on the couch, sitting closer to her, he took her hand and placed it just inside his boxer's leg on his inner thigh, he took her other hand and placed it on the outside of his leg just above his kneecap. Robin caught her breathe as her eyes closed,
"Icicle." Robin's eyes flying open, Robin turned pale,
"Yes, are you alright?" Amon asked, his voice betraying him and showing her concern.
"I just…I didn't know there were that many who had manipulation over ice." Robin whispered, her tears silently flowing,
"Are you sure you want to keep going?" Amon asked, she nodded,
"My shrink encourages me to talk about the attack. She doesn't want me to get out in the field and just freeze up." Robin looking down at the bottle of tea in her hand, she unscrewed the top and drank half the bottle and sat it back down. Amon's jaw muscle twitched again, he took her hand again and ran it down both his legs telling her about each scar. She saw a bullet hole scar in his foot, Robin laughed through her tears,
"A team member?" Robin asked,
"Actually myself." Amon smirked.
"How in the…" Robin being interrupted,
"Struggling with a witch over my gun and it went off." Amon chuckled a little.
"One of my team members shot himself in the foot but he was drunk. We were out in a field that we set up for training and we had this really nice bottle of vintage wine. It was my birthday, the guys had chipped in and bought it for me for my 15th birthday. Damen was pretty much bragging about how he could still shoot the bullseye while being that drunk and before he could raise his gun he fired. God, I got so wasted that night, luckily Father Juliano didn't find out." Robin laughed little.
"You are 15 years old and you drink?" Amon asked stunned as he put his pants back on,
"It was my 15 b-day, the guys bought three bottles of the really good stuff." Robin shrugged. She took her shirt off, Amon flinched,
"What did I tell you about that?" Amon putting his long sleeve button up shirt back on but leaving it unbuttoned, his nice pecks and his rock-hard abs showing.
"It's my turn, we are partners, we should know each other's background, its my turn to share." Robin locking eyes with him, Amon held his finger up, telling her to wait one minute, he was gonna need another beer for this, she could hear him grumbling. An empty bottle clang in the garbage, he had drank the whole bottle within two minutes. He came back and sat down,
"This is the only and last time we are doing this." Amon growling, she took his finger and started with her head, his finger traced from where the stitches had been in her line hair and ran back to the middle of her head. She then had his finger trace her own neck wounds, one rather large hole on either side of her neck where the icicle went through one side and came out the other side.
"An icicle. One clipped my head and the last stand I had with the witch, when I hit the witch with my flame one icicle came through, I tried to turn my head and miss it but it lodged into my neck." Robin choked out. Amon's jaw muscle twitched again, and he locked eyes with her,
"No Amon, that's not why we are doing this. No pity, remember?" Robin asked harshly, Amon nodded once. She ran his finger over a broken collarbone.
"Being thrown across the room and landing on the edge of a pew." Robin explained, she ran his finger over another hole, it was another icicle. She moved his finger from her right shoulder down and around the bottom of her left breast and to the left hip.
"I think it's called a bayonet, the knife thing on the end of a gun?" Robin guessing the name. His fingers felt like they were touching her very soul, it felt so good that she was getting goosebumps,
"It was from a raid of the church two years ago." Robin explained, she moved his finger across a scar going across her belly where her pants rested. She noticed Amon swallowing hard,
"An icicle, the witch used it like a blade, if I hadn't jumped back that one would have killed me." Robin explained. She turned around, she threw her long hair over a shoulder so he could see the whole scar on her back and neck. He ran his finger across the back of her neck on a scar,
"A sword that I bumped into a witch fight. My teammate and I were back-to-back because we got stuck in a corner and I was fight a witch while he was fighting another and he ducked and I caught the tip of it." Robin explained, he ran his finger down the huge scar that started from the left shoulder and went diagonal on her back, he could tell it was pretty deep, meaning it was recent. Robin caught her breath and closed her eyes, she licked her lips, he was now making every nerve in her catch fire.
"I-I… ran and intercepted one of the witches that kept attacking my guys. That one had this weird one clawed hand." Robin whispered. Amon stared at her back, he had one lone tear trail down his cheek, Robin turned around and stood up, she looked down at him, locking eyes with him, both were swallowing pretty hard, she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down and stepped out of them. She was now only in a black lacy bra and panty set, she sat down and put his hand to a hole in the inner high up thigh, almost touching her panty bottom. She took his other hand and placed outside of her leg, right on the side of her knee. He narrowed his eyes,
~It couldn't have been an icicle. That would mean we almost have the same scar except on different legs.~ Amon thought. Robin nodded,
"An icicle. I ran and did a flip over the witch while it shot ice rapid fire but I shot my flame out as well. That was the second to last move I did before the final blow, at least I think so." Robin explained. Robin looked at his face and saw the glittering trail of a drying tear on his cheek, she gasped as she gently wiped it away,
~Why…is he crying?~ Robin confused, suddenly Amon's arms came around her crushing her to his chest with one hand cradling the back of her head and the other resting on her bare back. Amon had shocked both of them by hugging her, he didn't think about how her breast covered in a bra was crushed to his naked chest, all his arousal had quickly went away as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped over his head. Robin hesitated, he closed his eyes,
"I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you." Amon turning his lips to meet her ear, that's when her arms snaked under his unbuttoned shirt and hugged him. Her chin rested over his shoulder,
"You were not my team member back then, I won't stand for you blaming yourself because you weren't there. You had no idea who I was then." Robin whispered. Amon hugged her for what seemed to be a really long time at least for a hug. When he finally released her he kissed her forehead as a single tear from his eye hit her forehead, he quickly got up and started buttoning his shirt.
"Get dressed, we are going to Harry's." Amon walking into his room, Robin watched him leave and heard the sink water running in the bathroom. She knew he was washing all evidence that he had been crying away. Robin picked at her nails and swallowed hard, she stood up slowly but she dropped to the floor with a thud, Amon heard a thud while he was in the bathroom, then it hit him, her leg had gave way with her.
"Robin." Amon's eyes widened as he ran out to the living room, there she sat between the living room table and the couch, not bothering to even try to lift herself to the couch, he came over and moved the table and scooped her up in his arms.
"Perhaps I should just make you dinner in bed." Amon sitting her in the chair in her room and pulling the blankets down, he picked her up and laid her gently on the bed and covered her up.
"What about the rule?" Robin asked,
"I'll let it slide only for tonight." Amon sitting on the edge of the bed,
"Anything in particular you would like for me to make?" Amon asked,
"Why don't we just order in from Harry's since it's been a long night." Robin shrugged.
"We could do that." Amon giving her the menu to look over, she picked out some food, Amon walked into the living room and ordered their food.