Disclaimer: I don't own anything blahooo!

He hesitated outside the store; it wasn't that he was embarrassed, it just felt so wrong to go into a shop filled with women clothing, women accessories, and quite frankly, women.

But he had to.

Steering his way towards the double-doors and into the shop, he was greeted by a female cashier to his left. She didn't look amazed, and Amon felt himself relax. The inside wasn't overly large or very small. It was a medium-sized room filled with women clothing, as he had expected. A few women were out shopping, some with their friends or husbands. Some with both.

A dartmouth-green dress caught his eye as he went further into the myriad of clothes and he stopped to check it out. The colour would suit her perfectly, but he had no idea what size she had... he mentally smacked his head and vehemently berated himself for his stupidity; how could he be so obtuse and not know her size? Maybe he should just go for jewelry... however, she had mentioned she'd always wished to own a dress besides the casual black one she always wore. Additionally, he knew she liked green, and this fabric was simply smooth and-

Wait a minute. He found himself having stroked the dress and earned a strange look from the other woman working in the shop. Giving her a reassuring look (as believable as he could) he took the dress with him (what was that fabric?) and initiated a conversation.

"Excuse me, do you have this in a smaller size?"

At the prospect of being useful, the woman's face lit up, her blue eyes sparkling.

"Of course! What is your girlfr-"

He mentally rolled his eyes at her presumptious attitude, and as if recognizing it, the woman blushed as she tucked a brown strand of hair behind her ear.

"I mean, your, um, I mean her size."

Now it was Amon's turn to blush.

"Um, actually... I don't know."

The woman's face seemed to lighten up.

"Well then, how tall is she? Small?"

"Yes, her head reaches under my shoulder and her waist is about..." Amon measured with his hands, almost unconsciously remembering how they curled around her when they kissed, "this wide."

"How cute! I would guess her size is a 34, then. Would you like a receipt?"

"Please."

"Amon?"

"Hmm?"

"Why is there a dress on the bed?"

He looked up from where he sat on the kitchen chair and gazed at her, eyebrows drawn up, looking innocent.

"Why wouldn't there be a dress on the bed?"

She crossed her arms, attempting to look stern.

"Amon..."

He held his hands up in defense.

"Alright, alright. I haven't wasted our money, ok? It's perfectly fine to- mpff."

Amon was mercilessly silenced.

"Now, I think I'm gonna need some help with that zipper," she mumbled, her lips swaying teasingly over his own.

["I think my bra will have to go too, it being a sleeveless dress and all, don't you think?"]

Yay, my first published WHR fanfic!

I've always found Robin to be a very difficult character to betray. Her personality is non-existent, in some ways... sort of flat. I think they could've tinged her personality a bit more. Amon is also quite... OOC in this chapter. Please forgive me for that, I just wanted to realize a story that's been in my head for quite a while.