How ever did we fall in love? - Amy and Robert ---------------------------------------------- By: Silver MoonAngel - silver_moonangel@yahoo.com Webpage: http://www.geocities.com/silver_moonangel/ AUTHOR'S NOTES *-*-*-*-*-*-*- This is Amy and Robert's date! I can't wait to see what happens... Wait! I know what happens! *-*-*-*-*-*-* CHAPTER THREE *-*-*-*-*-*-* ********** Robert ********** Tonight Robert's quest would begin, the quest for Amy's heart. He knew a great part of it already belonged to Greg and that he wanted to capture it for himself. He had wanted it for millennia upon millennia. Tonight she would be his and his alone. Robert dressed with care. He brushed his hair until it gleamed, shaved, and dressed in his best black tuxedo, complete with an aqua bow tie and cummerbund. He flicked his right wrist and an aqua rose appeared in his hand, one of his many talents from his life during the Silver Millennium. He asked a favor of Michelle and Amara. They were going to play the violin and piano for tonight's festivities. Robert jumped into his car and drove to Amy's house. He pulled into Amy's driveway and got out of his car. Walking slowly toward the house, Robert tried to coach himself to be prepared for Amy's beauty. He rang the doorbell. Somewhere inside, Amy yelled, "Coming!" A few moments later, a breathless Amy opened the door. "Sorry, I'm not quite ready yet. Give me a few moments." Amy said as she ushered Robert into her living room. Robert sat down on her couch and looked around him. The living room was sparse, but homey. There were a few paintings, two that he *knew* were done by Michelle, and a few pictures of Amy with different girls. There was a big group photo that had Amy, Michelle, Amara, two blondes, three with black hair, and a brunette. "Amy," Robert called, "who are the girls in the group photo?" From the bathroom Amy called out, "The blonde with the odangos is Serena, the blonde with *short* hair is Amara, and the other blonde is Mina. The one wearing the priestess robes is Raye, the one holding the violin is Michelle, and the one with the short black hair is Hotaru. The one with the *long* black hair is Trista, and the tall brunette is Lita." Robert thought to himself. "Are you almost ready?" Robert asked, standing up and walking toward the bathroom. "Ready!" Amy called as she burst through the door and ran smack into Robert's chest. One to savor the moment, Robert dipped his head down and smelled her hair. At the same time, Amy looked up to apologize, causing their lips to meet. For a brief moment, they felt the world set right. Being the first to back away, Robert put an arm around Amy's shoulder and led her out the door. "Are you hungry?" Robert asked as he opened the door to his car for Amy. "Famished." Amy said, smiling gently up at him. "Good, I'm taking you to where we're going to eat on the roof." Robert said as he put the car in gear. He pulled up in front of his apartment building. "Here we are." Robert said opening Amy's door. "Are you serious?" Amy asked with wonder and skepticism in her voice. "Deadly." Robert said as he took her arm and led her into the elevator. "I intend to make you like me." Mumbling under her breath, Amy said, "That should be the least of your problems." Seeing Robert's raised eyebrows, Amy graciously turned away. Cupping her chin, Robert turned her toward him, said, "You are a delight," and kissed her softly on the lips. Amy sighed and collapsed against him. That was how they were discovered when the doors opened to reveal Amara and Michelle playing a soft melody. ********** Amy ********** The second kiss they had shared that evening totally undid her. The only thing Robert was kissing was her lips when Amy tried to pull away. He just pulled her closer and coaxed her to part her lips, gently slipping his tongue inside. Amy responded to the gentle invasion by pulling him tighter. In the back of her mind, a little voice said, Slowly easing away, Amy led Robert to the table. Although there was a table between them now, it was taking all of Amy's will not to jump over the table and kiss him. Slowly easing away, Amy led Robert to the table. Although there was a table between them now, it was taking all of Amy's will not to jump over the table and kiss him. "I just might have to write a book about this moment." Amy heard Robert mutter. Pretending she didn't hear him, Amy asked, "What's for dinner?" Lifting her eyes from her lap, Amy saw Robert staring at her hungrily. "Don't do that!" Amy whispered sharply. "Okay," Robert said, reluctantly turning his gaze away and gaining control over his emotions. "We're having spaghetti. Do you mind?" Taking a sip of whatever was in her glass, Amy answered, "Not at all. It's one of my favorites." Amy stared across the table at Robert. How could a man like him ever see anything in her? Obviously, even Greg had a problem staying with her. "Stop it." Robert said in a low growl. "Quit thinking about him and how you 'failed' him. He didn't deserve you." Robert pushed his chair over violently and pulled Amy from hers. "I'll make you forget him if it's the last thing I do." Robert said before he crushed Amy's lips beneath his. This wasn't anything like the two kisses before. This one was open and wet. Robert's tongue darted in and out of Amy's mouth, opening her to sensations she had never felt before. Amy moaned in Robert's mouth as she collapsed into him. Her head swam, trying to place how familiar this was. Maybe something from the Silver Millennium... Robert broke away, leaving Amy pressing up against him, wondering what had happened. "I'm sorry, Amy." Robert said, putting her head under his chin and began stroking her hair. Dipping his head, he whispered into Amy's ear, "I just wanted to let you know how much I want you. But I'm willing to let you wait. I'll give you time to make up your mind." Robert finished, pulling Amy up and planting a kiss on her forehead. Amy pushed her hands against Robert's chest, and said, "At least you understand me." Giving him a peck on the lips, and pulling away before he could turn it into anything more, Amy said, "Where's the spaghetti you promised?" ********** The rest of the night passed without much notice. Every once and a while, Robert would try to kiss Amy, but she would make sure her mouth was occupied. At the end of the night, as Robert was taking her home, Amy said, "I really enjoyed myself." Laying her left hand on his right, she finished, "I'd like to see you again." Robert grinned wolfishly as he answered, "I'll make sure to repeat the experience soon." With one last kiss, Amy shut the door softly behind her. Oh to fall so quickly...