(WHR fic) Memories of a First Love Michael x Robin NC-17

[War Dove]

Witch Hunter Robin doesn’t belong to me.


Even though I’m a Amon/Robin fan all the way, I just couldn’t ignore the chemistry between Michael and Robin and think how sweet it was.


Michael x Robin lemon, so all NC-17 warnings applies.


Told from Michael’s POV.



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It gets easier as time goes on, so the saying goes, but for me, it only seems longer than it has been, since she disappeared, along with Him. Oh well, in the end I knew it, no, we were never meant to be. It was a one time thing, two kindred souls reaching out for one another, lost in our immature passions and feelings of unworthiness to ever be accepted, or loved by anyone.

I actually don’t think of that moment, well, not often, my work as it always has keeps me busy, but at times, during those long nights when I stare over computer file after computer file, alone in the deafening darkness, the memory returns and it shocks me into a daze. I am unable to move, unable to even blink, for all I can remember is her…how she felt against me, naked body to naked body, tender lips to tender lips. Well, maybe I can move somewhat for I feel the small smile upon my lips, a smile that can only be brought to one’s face by the memory of a first love.

It had happened while she was staying at the office, hiding from her assassin, Amon of all people, yes, that bastard had been ordered to hunt her. Ironic isn’t it, how chics always seem to fall for the bad boy, the dangerous man who appears cold and emotionless. Is it delusion, or true love thinking that it is they who will be “the one” to break down his barriers, show him what love is, so that they no longer are cold, or aloof, full of self-hate and depression. But, leave it to Robin to prove my case wrong. If anyone will ever get that guy to even smile it will be her. Then again she’s not your average girl and me trying to decode her reasoning, her motive to do the things she does is quite ridiculous. Robin, the girl is an enigma to me, to everyone, but not to Amon. Why is it he seems to be the only one able too…? That bastard…I pray that he treats her right.

Robin. Her name falls from my lips, and I’m brought back to where I left off. As I said, she was staying at the office, not that it bothered me, I felt quite comfortable around her. We had, after all, developed a friendship, as I said earlier it was as if we were kindred spirits at times, brought together to give each other a little taste of acceptance and unconditional love. Freaks, we were both freaks, in different ways, but freaks just the same-young and imprisoned in our duties, paying retribution for our shortcomings and sins.

The clock had just turned two a. m. I remember thinking how it was late, not that late nights were uncommon to me, but that night had just felt as if it had been dragging on, never to end. I was in the back room, where it is darkest, where no cameras follow your every move, where I can be at true peace, just the darkness and my PC’s; my work that had become my life, my life that was indeed my work.

Her silhouette broke the glare of the light from the other room that had lit the doorway and at first she almost startled me, but I was too tired and bored to be shocked much, so I swiveled my chair out from under the desk to face her. Looking up into her sad eyes, I asked her if she needed something. She remained silent as she approached me, the look in her soulful sea-green eyes looking even sadder. She then did something that was not the Robin that I knew, though somehow that didn’t surprise me either. She fell to her knees in front of me and collapsed her head on my chest, wrapping her arms around my waist. Startled I gasped somewhat unsure of what to do, but instinct must have taken over for I found myself encircling my own arms around her shoulders, my hands automatically beginning to rub her back. “Robin. Are you all right?”

She was still silent, but she pressed her upper body into me even more, nuzzling her nose into my chest. At first I thought she was going to cry, but this was Robin, and tears were foreign to her. “Why, Michael? Why are they after me…why is it they want me dead?”

The words left my mouth before I could censor them. “Because they’re a bunch of self-righteous assholes.” I wish I could have just crawled under a rock just then, ‘cause I could feel her eyes widen even through the material of my shirt. She pulled slightly away and looked up at me, I wondered if she could see the shock and embarrassment in my eyes. “S, sorry. I wasn’t thinking, the words just sorta, came out.”

Her eyes relaxed and I thought they were even smiling at me as she slowly repeated my word. “Assholes. Mmm, I suppose one could associate that word with STN.”

Suddenly feeling quite shy I closed my eyes and nervously laughed as I scratched the nape of my neck with one of my hands. “Well I’m sure a lot of people would agree. But, I still can’t believe they…”

Her left index finger on my lips halted my speech as her other hand slipped my glasses from my nose, placing them on the computer table. Her eyes again caught mine and her lashes seemed thicker then they had just seconds before. “Please Michael. I don’t want to think of them, or anything…oh Michael, I just, I just want to forget even for one night.”

Her eyes were again sad and pleading, begging for what, I didn’t know, until my instinct kicked in once again and I leaned my face down to hers, my mouth touching her mouth, just slightly. I felt my face instantly get hot from my blush, but then through my half lidded eyes, I saw that her cheeks were much the same. We pulled away, though our lips remained a breath away. She whispered my name and I hers and then we came back together in a second kiss and that second kiss would not be our last.

My hands cupped her face and I drew her to me even more as the embrace she still had on me tightened. We came apart for air and I saw a flash of fear, of uncertain doubt. Of course, that was it. The law of God had raised her and a battle within her was raging right at that moment between her lessons of the Almighty and her own wanton desires attributed to the Devil. I closed my eyes, I wouldn’t, I couldn’t take advantage of her, no matter how much my body and mind wanted it so. “Robin, this is, a mistake, we shouldn’t…”

I found my words halted once again as her lips came back into contact with mine, even as she spoke through her breathless kisses. “No Michael. I want this…I need this…I’ll not regret it, so please don’t you either.”

“I, I won’t.” My vow was sealed as I returned her kiss, feverishly, desperately just as were our hands worked as we pulled and fought to get the clothing off of one another’s bodies. I breathed her name again as we settled off of the chair and onto the floor, our garments creating a blanket beneath us. The room was dark, and quiet save for the white light of the flashing computer screens and the yellowed light that lit the doorway. But in the darkness we stayed, both of us to afraid to venture out into the light where the camera’s peeping eye would catch us.

I was atop her slightly, my lips having found the centers of her breasts and my tongue lavishing attention upon them. Her body jerked involuntarily, as her fingers massaged my scalp, pressing it as close as humanly possible and guiding it even lower down her body. I fought to breathe, my head feeling dizzy, I’d never made it this far with a girl, hell, I hadn’t even really kissed one before tonight, but I did what I had seen and what my male mind told me to do. Her liquids tasted somewhat salty and tart, yet the texture was smooth and creamy. Not bad in the least, in fact I had rather enjoyed it. I dared another step as my right hand that had been stroking her hip ventured over her thigh, until its fingers were slipping slowly up inside of her, amazed at the warmth, the moisture and tightness of what a girl was. She responded to my fingers movements with a throaty outcry that indicated it was pleasurable to her and so I continued for several seconds, until her body went rigid and her sounds grew high pitched. I stared down at her amazed once more and what I had just witnessed, an actual woman having come from my touch, a sight I was desperate to witness again.

But before I could even reposition my body to make my final move I found myself on my back, and she atop me. Her hair having come completely lose from it’s usual do, graced down around her shoulders in straight soft, honey brown tresses, making her look absolutely beautiful and mysterious even, for did any of us really know the real Robin? I believe I did and it was because of that I felt myself being more attracted to her then ever. And driven by my attraction I raised my hands to her shoulders and then smoothed them down her arms slowly, all the while we continued to gaze into each other’s eyes, as if trying to read what the other was thinking. She shyly smiled, as her fingers grazed over my lips and chin and down my neck before dipping further as did her head as she made her way down my body.

I could literally feel my eyeballs roll into the back of my sockets as she explored me with her touch, her lips and her swirling tongue. I gasped a pained breath as my sex pulsed and strained for a release I knew that only she could give me. I would like to think I am not one to beg, but I know myself not to be so proud, so beg I did, though I also asked her the question, knowing her answer, though I didn’t wish to offend.

“No Michael, I’ve, never.” She whispered as she pulled her body back up along mine. “You?”

Whether it was my male pride wanting to speak or just embarrassment of my inexperience I opened my mouth to lie and tell her I had, but instead like an idiot I choked on my words and simply shook my head no. She smiled at me once again and told me she was glad. She then kissed me and raised her feminine mound over my more than ready girth and brought herself down upon me with a quick, solid force. I squinted shut my eyes and curled my stomach instinctively, feeling a mild pain as my head rammed through her virgin barrier. I opened my eyes and saw her own face contorted in discomfort; she seemed to not be breathing. I felt panic and remorse, having been so caught up in my own pain, that I did not acknowledge hers, that was no doubt worse than mine.

I decided to take over then, and making sure we remained connected I rolled our bodies until she was under me once again. I kissed her eyes expecting tears, but as I said before, tears were foreign to Robin, so I asked her if she was okay and then apologized.

“Michael. I’m fine, it doesn’t hurt so much.” Her words reminded me that my own pain was gone, taken away by my desire to do nothing more than complete what we had started. Our eyes met yet again as with renewed commitment we began to move, like men and women have always done since the beginning of time. Our rhythm started out awkward at first, though after a minute or so we began to rock in unison. I pressed my forehead into her shoulder as I held her tight against me, concentrating on her snug heat, the way her nails grazed along my entire backside and her heels that pressed slightly into my lower back even as her body bucked up gently to meet my own. In my wildest dreams, and believe me I’ve had some wild dreams, I could never imagine coupling with a woman could be so wonderful and overwhelming, yet calming and invigorating all at the same time. To sum it up in one repetitious word, it was, simply, amazing.

We allowed our hearts as well as our lust to control our thoughts and our movements, eventually losing all inhibitions and giving into our passionate, carnal natures, driven only by the primal need to copulate until bringing each other and ourselves full circle in the realm of all that is sex. I knew not how long it took us to bring each other to completion but soon that is what we had done, as we both came, hearing one another’s cry of release and feeling our liquids multiply as they mixed into one, cooling quickly, though for several minutes our own bodies remained heated.

I rested my head upon her chest, hearing as well as feeling the beating of her heart and heaving of her lungs as they took in much needed air. I was, of course in the same state, sated and drained, not wanting to really move. But I forced myself to move regardless and came out of her, looking down briefly at the mess our bodies had made on the floor, thank God the office had never been carpeted. Seeing the mess, however made me think of something else that would not have been good if it had happened. I scrambled into a sitting position realizing that we had failed to use any protection. I think she could tell by the fear in my eyes what I was thinking and it surprised me when she smiled. “Don’t worry, I know there will not be a problem.”

My left eyebrow rose in momentary disbelief, but for some strange reason I trusted her and relaxed, hoping my face wasn’t as red as it felt. For several seconds we simply stared at each other, as if we could communicate with our minds what words could never say. I reached out and stroked her cheek and thanked her. Robin said the same to me and we shared one last kiss, our touch surprisingly chaste. We then rose and dressed cleaned up the mess and I left to go to my room and she curled herself back up on the couch.

They say relationships can be ruined when friends decide to become lovers, but for some reason that held no truth for Robin and me. We returned to work the next day as if nothing happened. None of our co-workers seemed to have suspected anything, but then, there was no reason for them to suspect. It was business as usual and Robin and I never spoke about that night, deciding instead to keep it hidden in the secret confines of our hearts and memories.

I sit here now, alone again in the dark of the back room, finishing up some last minute work. No longer confined to these walls I can now come and go as I please, another gift given to me by Robin, well in a round about way. But then I think, she is one who can change anyone she ever meets, or touches, she surely changed me, and I am sure wherever it is she may be and whomever she may be with, she is most definitely changing the world.

END

[Eden]

Robin and Michael, humm, . . . Now while the pairing had me thinking, NOO She needs to be with Amon, I really liked your fic. I also agree with you, they do have a certian chemestry that would almost make the pairing possible, if not for one other person, . . . We all know who that is.

Anyways, Beautiful story, and I'm off to read the other ones that you posted.

WHR, . . . Such a great show!

~Eden

[bookworm]

I also agree with you, they do have a certian chemestry that would almost make the pairing possible, if not for one other person, . . . We all know who that is.

I second that. And it is a nice fic.

[dark-angel]

I third it. It was good.