A/N:This is the story I am transferring from my account inlovewithsorrow. I hate that site so I'm moving the story here. It is mature. Also, this one is short. Sorry about that. This is Robin's POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans.
I woke up in the middle of the night. No real reason, no nightmare or anything. The moon was full and bright. I rolled over and looked at her. Her sleeping face was radiant in the pale moonlight. I reached over and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, shocking myself in the motion. It was a tender, gentle act of a boyfriend, which I was certainly not. There was no way that I was falling in love with her, like a boyfriend or anything. We didn't mean a thing to each other, at least, not like that. We had been sleeping together for a month and half, maybe two months. When was it that I had first noticed her?
*Flashback*
It had been a beautiful late August day at the beach. I couldn't remember why I had even agreed to go in the first place. We were so busy with the escapades of minor criminals and the grand plots of the truly evil villains that there was no time for a break. But summer was almost over, my friends had begged, pleaded, and insisted, and so we had gone.
I had been surprised that Raven had decided to come. The beach didn't seem like it would be her favorite place. Starfire had been so excited she had rushed us into the T-car before anyone could question. The drive was short and filled with loud music. We arrived quickly and went to the changing rooms. It was nice to get rid of the hot uniform in the summer, but, obviously, the mask stayed. As I left the changing room with the guys, Cyborg decided to track down some food and Beast Boy ran off, his hat taken by a gust of wind. I started to set up the beach umbrella. I was struggling with it when it turned black and snapped open.
"Thought you could use a little help." Raven said
I turned to look at her. It was very simple, really. She was wearing a plain black two-piece, not extremely revealing, but I had never seen her like this before. Despite her small frame, she was all curves, from the turn of her neck to her chest to her full hips and long legs. I was stunned; I had never noticed her looks before. She was my teammate, and my friend, and I had never looked at her like one looked at a pretty girl. I thought that maybe I had never really seen her at all before.
"Robin? Are you okay?" Her voice shocked me back into reality. I felt her hand on my forehead. "You're not getting sunstroke, are you?"
I felt himself almost flinch at her touch. "N-no, I'll be fine. I just... think I forgot something in the changing room. I'll be back."
She said something in reply, but I could not hear her; my mind was full of thoughts racing around, and I could not hear a thing. I spent the rest of the day avoiding her, scared and confused by my thoughts. I did not understand what I was feeling, so I tried to push it away until that evening, when I sat in my room, alone with my thoughts, unable to hide anymore.