Mmmm, fluff. Written for tt 15 fics, a truly lovely livejournal community.
Don't own Teen Titans!
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"So, it was not...technically...official?"
Robin considers. "Well, I think it depends on what you were thinking at the time."
"I...I was not thinking. I was...frightened. And desperate, I think. I had no plan, but I knew that I had to acquire the language, so..."
Starfire casts her eyes to the floor, not sadly. "I felt like I was in...the circus, yes? Everything was strange. Everything was...overwhelming, and I remember someone attempted to photograph me, and I was...enraged, and I..."
She sighs, throws back her head, and rolls her shoulders. "It was a...rough day, I believe is the expression." Mischief tiptoes into her face. "What were you thinking?"
Robin gives her an odd look, one of slight surprise, then consideration. "I don't know. I think I was pretty damn scared, actually. You could have ripped me in two."
A light push. "I am serious!" He cracks a grin.
Then he sobers. "I was thinking you were a threat and that you most definitely had to be calmed down--and ultimately stopped. You were...kind of destructive."
"'Kind of?'" Vague ashamedness. "I nearly decimated the Pizza Place, I frightened numerous innocents...I was a terror!"
Robin has to nod at that. "Yeah. So you can imagine how I felt when this crazy, psycho alien girl-terror kisses me across the mouth."
"Robin!"
Another push. He yelps and plays along, willingly, which is more a testimony than anything.
"I think," he says, "what's more important is how I felt later. Because I looked back that night, knowing what you were running from, and knowing what the Gordanians were like...knowing what you were like. And I saw this scared girl who needed help, and was really, really nice, in real life." Pause. "And you know, when you came out in the purple outfit, it helped too." A grin, a push, her eyes sparkle.
"Was it...love at first sight?" she bats her Garbo-worthy eyelashes at him, imitating melodrama.
"You know it." Robin's hand rakes up her hair, ruffling the locks skyward, momentary peacock plumes.
She doesn't move his hand, but turns, with her eyes burning and velvet. "What are you feeling now?"
He doesn't answer, but kisses her across the mouth.