Hello Reader,

I'm having this ridiculously huge writer's block which is keeping me from updating my two other stories, so I thought i'd try to chip away at it by dabbling in some smutty drabbles.

Hope you enjoy this.

She had to be honest – this was not what she expected from Robin. She expected flowers, candlelit dinners, and romantic strolls through the park under the moonlight. It made her uneasy, but that's what she was looking forward to, because that's what she assumed he was capable of. But never this.

His breath was hot and heavy against her neck, making her lightheaded. She instinctively tilted her head sideways, exposing more of her neck to him. His lips were on her pale skin in a second, warm, and wet, and destructive. She was losing control of every bit of herself. She was unraveling fast, drowning in the feel of Robin's lean body pressed closely to her, his musk emanating from him and overpowering her senses, and his hands which roamed freely and shamelessly all over her body.

This was not what she expected at all, and she had no idea how to respond to this. All she could do was melt under his touch and ministrations. So far, neither she nor Robin said anything against it.

"Look at me."

Raven opened her eyes, which she didn't even know were shut in the first place. She turned towards him and met his eyes, brilliantly blue and foggy with lust. All coherent thought left her.

Robin leaned forward, brushing his lips lightly against hers, but not quite kissing her. His eyes bore into her own amethyst ones, looking with such intensity that Raven felt naked despite still having her cloak and leotard on. Robin brought one hand up to cup her face, his thumb tracing the shape of her thin lips. After a few moments, the corners of his mouth lifted, drawing Raven's attention to his smirk and making her think how fucking sexy it looked on him. Hell, Robin could probably pull of wearing Ronald McDonald's clothes as long as he smirked like that.

"You look thoroughly loved," Robin whispered, the lust in his eyes dissipating a little, giving way to something more tender.

Raven could not think of anything to say. In fact, she could not think of anything at all. All she knew was that she did feel thoroughly loved, and she wanted to be loved more. Placing a hand on top of the one he was cupping her face with, she leaned into him and planted a soft, chaste kiss. Then another. Then another. Then she was running her tongue across his lips, feeling gratified when he opened his mouth and allowed her entrance.

One moment, they were locked in a passionate kiss. The next, Raven was wrapping her legs around Robin as he lifted her up and pushed her hard against the wall.

Unbearable heat coursed through Raven, making her squirm and rake at Robin's back, who moaned appreciatively. Raven snaked her fingers through his hair and pulled, earning another moan from him. Their heated exchange continued for a few more minutes, hands groping and tongues dancing against each other with wild abandon. Then by some insane miracle, two words popped into Raven's head. She gasped as she pushed Robin away, surprising them both.

"What?" Robin asked, clearly confused and disgruntled.

"Torque Screw," she said with just as much confusion.

Robin raised an eyebrow. When realization finally dawned upon him, his eyes widened to a comical degree. Raven would have laughed had they not been tinged with fear. "Cyborg," he breathed out.

As if on cue, Cyborg's voice boomed from above, echoing around the walls of the basement and making a few pipes vibrate. "What are ya'll doing down there? The boiler needs fixin'. I swear, if both of you are making out like a couple of rabbits again, I will spray you with the hose."