Third.

Robin liked that Starfire had a secret erogenous zone behind her ear, he started calling it her sweet spot. Once he'd received permission to touch her there, he became sneaky about it. Burying his hand in her hair while they were watching a movie. Creeping up behind her in the kitchen and placing a kiss against that spot and feel her curl back against him in response. Especially if they were alone in the common room at the time, he'd accompany the kiss with two hands on her breasts.

Sparring was his favourite. They'd be in the gym, working up a sweat as they mock fought. If he ever managed to pin her, she'd get stroked behind her ears and become this puddle of purring Starfire almost instantly. It was almost like a secret weapon and he loved exploiting it.

Only when they were alone, of course, he'd never touch her there if they were with the other Titans.

Okay, so he lied… he'd so touch her there while they were watching a movie with the other Titans. Little secretive brushes as she rested her head against his chest, but nothing firm. He didn't want to embarrass her, just enough to relax her.

Oh, and if he touched her in the air… wow… she would purr and they would free fall from the sky. Scary and exhilarating, her flight when she managed to control it becoming very swayed, almost drunk, and he realised why both people needed flight. Anywhere else on her body was fair game though.

Their one year anniversary rolled around, both of them surprised. Not because they made it to a year together, but because it seemed such a short space of time. Robin took Starfire to dinner, dressed as civilians, a rare treat for both of them, although he kept his mask on. He pulled out all the stops, flowers, a pretty pendant necklace, borrowed the T-Car rather than take his bike.

Of course, since it's Jump after all and even though Raven, Beast Boy and Cyborg said they'd take care of things, dinner was interrupted by an attack just around the corner. Robin couldn't help but answer, it was hardwired into him. Fortunately, or unfortunately, it happened to be Control Freak, who was practically a puddle of goo when he saw Starfire all dressed up, and she kicked his butt in high heels and a dress.

They went for a moonlit stroll through the park, holding hands and laughing and thoroughly enjoying each other's company and ended up cuddling and kissing down by the lake before heading back to the Tower and into Robin's room.

As time continued to pass and their relationship blossom, they discovered a compromise that suited both of them. He would manipulate the skin behind her ears and coax her to lie down, trapping his hand behind her head. From here, he could continue stroking her while he kissed her lips, or travelled down her neck to her chest. Of course, the way she arched her neck would push her chest out and he was just fine with that.

They had another awkward, explaining moment when she realised he wanted to put his mouth on her chest too.

"You wish to suckle?" she asked, her eyes wide. "Like a baby would?"

"I did say humans like to express affection with their mouths," he mentioned.

"Well… yes… a kiss. Suckling is not kissing."

"I've done it to your neck before."

She touched her fingers to her neck. "Oh."

"May I just try it?" he prompted. "If you're really uncomfortable, I'll stop."

She thinned her lips warily, but nodded.

He flashed a smile and kissed her. He waited until she was relaxed beneath him, playing with her sweet spot for a while before he kissed his way down her body. Extracting his hand from behind her head, he cupped one breast and closed his mouth over the other. He wanted a true reaction, not a placebo one created by her purring about her other zone.

He peeked at her, she seemed interested in what he was doing, but unsure how to react. He didn't want her to fake anything with him, act like it pleased her when it didn't so he was glad she gave him a true reaction. He swirled his tongue across the peak, nibbled a bit but she still had no clear reaction to it. Not anything remotely as pleasing as the reaction he received when playing with her sweet spot.

He kissed her breast once more and raised his head. "Well?"

"It is… nice?" she replied, hesitantly.

"Nice?" It was nice, but it didn't excite him as much as stroking her sweet spot. Which he found odd. And annoying.

"Um… I am uncertain how I am supposed to react," she said. "It felt… nice…"

"But?"

"It… feels the same as when you kiss my abdomen. It tickles a little."

"Oh."

What a letdown. But then, he hadn't been building himself up to it being some huge event for her either. More… it was a letdown for himself too, since he really didn't get anything out of it either.

"You soiled me!" he complained.

"I am… sorry?" she replied, completely confused.

"Breasts aren't supposed to be platonic," he complained again, burying his face in them. "They're supposed to be sensual, sexual objects. Guys are supposed to lust after them, chase them down and be satisfied with the victory of touching them."

"I do not understand."

"Here we are, you're half naked and lying under me, sexy and gorgeous, I have free reign on the boobies and I. Don't. Want. Them."

"Robin?"

"My father would be so disappointed. I bet the Grayson and Wayne men just about rolled over in their graves."

Poor Starfire was completely perplexed. "Um…"

He chuckled and lifted his face. "I just discovered I like doing this," he stroked that sweet spot of hers and she purred in response, "more than this," he finished and closed his mouth over her breast. "Just from your reactions. Put your shirt on, you don't have to worry about me playing with them anymore."

She reached for her shirt and he snatched her wrist.

"I was kidding," he deadpanned at her.

"I am confused."

"So am I," he confessed.

It wasn't fair. He would rather rub her sweet spot than play with her breasts. The reactions he received were much more erotic and satisfying than the reactions he got from her breasts. She was so much sexier when he could watch the expressions on her face as he rubbed her behind her ears, when he could feel her writhing as she enjoyed it.

Didn't stop him playing with her breasts though. Or wanting to look and touch and taste. Part of him wished she could get as much pleasure from her chest as he could, but then he was pretty sure she wished he could get the same feeling as she could from her spot behind the ears. Of course, when he figured out if he did both at once, suckled her breast and fondled her sweet spot, she'd arch her chest up toward his mouth and he found that so goddamn sexy. Especially when she started clasping the back of his head and moaning.

Of course, most of their making out sessions usually ended with him being painfully aroused and taking ages to calm down. Cold showers or finishing himself off after she'd left helped. Although, she'd started eyeing of his pants and the bulge with a thoughtful expression.

Robin's eighteen birthday arrived. All the Titans arrived with presents and well wishing and ready to party. Cyborg cranked up the music, Beast Boy broke out the games, Raven plastered on a smile. Starfire floated everywhere, joyful. Robin was happy and enjoying his moment.

Thankfully, Starfire didn't force Robin to wear the crown of meat that signified the day of one's birth, although he was surprisingly disappointed when she didn't even ask him to wear the one she prepared, just left it on the kitchen bench. With a smile at Starfire and a warning glare at Cyborg and Beast Boy, he picked it up and plonked it on his head, wearing it around for an hour. Starfire was so happy he'd embraced that part of her culture, she didn't mind in the slightest when he went to wash his hair to get rid of the smell of meat.

Robin danced with all the girls at least once, it seemed to be birthday prerogative, they were all over him all night. He even managed to drag Raven onto the dance floor, Beast Boy cheekily switching the music to a slow dance and snitched Starfire, taunting both Raven and Robin by pretending to grope Starfire's ass. Raven, of course, responded by smacking Beast Boy across the back his head with a black claw.

Cyborg got to dance with his girls too, before he conned Bumblebee onto the floor for a slow dance. Robin was sure he saw ass groping and Cyborg necking a giggling Bumblebee. Beast Boy and Raven had a dance or two as well, without the ass groping, but Robin did spot a moving cuddle. It was hard to miss, Starfire practically floated away from his arms when she saw that and Robin had to shift his grip on her waist to keep her close to him.

He and Starfire danced a lot, although Robin did let her dance with other guys too, like Kid Flash and Speedy, as long as they behaved and kept their hands to themselves. They played an assortment of games, stuffed their faces with the food Cyborg and Starfire had spent the day preparing, danced some more, answered a Titan alert, scaring the crap out of the hapless criminal as all of the Titan Network turned up to answer and eventually had some birthday cake.

Robin was completely embarrassed as everyone juvenilely sang happy birthday to him, Starfire floating by his side, before Raven insisted he blow out his candles so they could all have some cake. Someone thought it would be incredibly funny to order a Batman signal shaped cake, Robin blamed Kid Flash.

It was well after one in the morning before the rest of the Titans vacated the premises and the remaining five surveyed the carnage. The empty soda cans, the popped balloons, the cake smooshed into the carpet.

"All in favour of doin' this in the mornin'?" Cyborg drawled, hiding a yawn.

"Aye," Beast Boy mumbled, half asleep on the sofa.

"Bed time," Raven muttered as she hoisted Beast Boy into a semi standing position and helped him stumble toward the common room door. "Night."

"Night," Robin called, offering her a wave.

"Yeah, I'm off to bed too," Cyborg said. "Need to recharge. Night Rob, 'appy b'day."

"Thanks."

"Night, Star," Cyborg called, as he placed his palm on the panel beside the door. "Initiatin' lockdown."

"Pleasant snorvlaks," Starfire called, as she picked up the trash can and placed it upright on the floor.

"Leave it," Robin said and held out his hand to her. "Bed time. Do you want to stay with me tonight?" They'd often shared a bed, just snuggling, so it wasn't an unreasonable request. They always made sure to ask one another though, before they got too comfortable. It was, it should be noted, also an offer for some heavy upper body petting and falling asleep in underwear.

Starfire nodded as she floated over to take his hand.

They stripped off once they reached his room, Robin remaining in his briefs and pulling on a pair of sweat pants and Starfire removing everything expect her panties and then they flopped into bed.

"Comfy?" he asked as she curled up against his side, her head on his chest and her leg thrown across his. He wrapped an arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

"Yes."

"What a night."

"It was most enjoyable."

He sighed in contentment and stared at the roof. "Eighteen. Kind of amazing."

Starfire mumbled something non-committal.

"I've been thinking about Nightwing lately," he mentioned, brushing his fingertips along her shoulder and down her upper arm. "Making the switch."

Starfire raised her head from his chest. "Oh?"

"The traffic light jokes are getting old," he explained.

She was concerned. "What would that mean for us?"

"Nothing," he said. "Nothing'd change. I'd just have a new uniform and name."

"You would still lead the Titans?"

"Yup." He frowned. "Why?"

"The Nightwing of the future was… very much like Batman," she said. "Working alone."

"The Nightwing of the future didn't have you," he replied and gave her a squeeze. "Besides, if anything was going to change, like me leaving the Titans, you and I would discuss it first, don't worry."

Starfire relaxed, resting her head back on his chest. "Could you not just stay Robin and create a new uniform?"

"Robin will always be connected with Batman," he grumbled. "Nightwing will be my own."

"Oh…"

"What's really wrong?"

"I like calling you Robin," she murmured. "It will be… difficult to start calling you a different name."

"Oh… well… you could always call me Dick if you wanted. That way it doesn't matter if I change names."

Her fingers drew little circles on his chest. "But… you do not like us to call you by your civilian name."

"Really, that rule is for Beast Boy and Cyborg and their everlasting penile jokes. I'll make an exception for you. Just think about it, okay?"

In the darkness, he felt her nod against his chest.

He sighed and yawned, then kissed the top of Starfire's head again. "Night."

He closed his eyes and tried to go sleep. Starfire didn't say anything, but her fingers kept going in little circles on his chest. Round and round and round, it was quite distracting. Especially when she lifted her head and started placing kisses along his chest.

"Not interested in sleeping?" he asked eventually.

"No," she murmured and he felt her hair tickle his chest as she lifted her head away. "I love you."

Robin's breath hitched and he stiffened.

"I am sorry," Starfire responded immediately, sounding terrified by his reaction. So much so that she scrambled away from him. "It is the social indiscretion, yes?" she said, speaking a mile a minute. "Oh I should not have said anything. My sincerest apologies. I did not mean to embarrass you or make you angry. I just wished too—" she fell off the end of the bed and practically bolted for her clothes. "I should not— it was wrong of me to presume—"

He tackled her. Caught her around her waist and shoved her up against the wall, pinned her by the wrists and pressed himself against her. She squeaked in surprise and her chest heaved against his. By the light from the crack in his curtains, he could see her staring at him. "I love you, too," he told her, releasing one wrists and sliding his hand behind her head.

Starfire immediately relaxed against him, rumbling her version of a purr.

Shifting so he supported her weight, he kissed her jaw, then her neck as she leant her head back into his hand. "It's not a social blunder, I was just surprised that's all. I love you," he repeated.

She curled her hands against his shoulders, leaning into him. Sliding both hands down her body, he stopped at the back of her thighs and lifted her up until she wrapped her legs around his waist and then carried her over to the bed. With a breathy chuckle, he tilted and let them both flop.

Starfire giggled as they bounced, which turned into a purr as his hand found its way back to her sweet spot. Robin chuckled again and attached their lips.

They kissed for a while, tongues moving together, hands stroking at bare skin, before Robin trailed kisses down her neck and to her chest. Deciding to be daring, and because it was his birthday, they had just admitted they loved each other and he thought she might actually let him, as he suckled on her breast, he ran his fingers along her panties, following the hem at her hip, daring to dip his fingers under and then back out, judging her reaction. Nothing, except a light tremor.

He slipped his hand in at her hip and left it there, palm flat against her skin before he kissed back up to her mouth, moving sideways a little so he had more room. Starfire gripped his upper arm, but didn't move his hand away.

He gave her sweet spot an extra firm rub, resulting in a completely cooing and relaxed Starfire, before he moved his hand until it cupped her outside her panties. A different sort of heat saturated the palm of his hand and Starfire made a strange noise. He wasn't sure if it was an accepting or a reluctant noise so he just left his hand there and kissed her, trying to see if she would give him any more clues on whether or not it was okay.

She made that noise again, but this time it was accompanied by her legs shifting a little wider and squeezing his upper arm with her fingers and Robin decided it was an invitation. He went for it.

Starfire gasped and dragged her lips away to throw her head back as his fingers connected with her bare skin. Robin kissed and sucked at her neck, removing his fingers from her sweet spot so he could learn her reactions as he explored. Whenever he seemed to hit something particularly nice, he'd get an upper arm squeeze or a gasp.

Robin didn't expect anything to happen this first time, he wasn't stupid. He was aware it would take practice and conversation, so for now he was content just to learn and feel and blunder his way around. Starfire seemed to be enjoying herself at least.

He found her entrance, moist and warm, and probed it carefully with a finger.

It was pleasing, the noises she made as he explored. Sexy and hot. She gripped his arm, raised her hips toward his hand, purred and rumbled and let him play and mimic thrusting with his fingers, that was the best part. Her eyes shone beneath her lids, faintly glowing, giving him a clear view of the expressions on her face.

She groaned.

He grinned, smug. "Like that?"

Her hips bucked. "Robin."

"It's okay if something's happening," he said, trying to be soothing."Go with it."

"I do not—" She groaned again. "No."

Robin lifted his head, that wasn't a good moan. "What's wrong?"

"Stop."

He stilled his fingers but didn't remove them. "Huh?"

She jerked, reached down and yanked his hand away then vanished from the bed.

Completely surprised, Robin rolled over and switched on his bedside lamp. "Star?"

She was curled up in a ball, in the corner of his room, up near the roof. Her legs were up against her chest, her arms gripping the walls, her back pressed against the wall corner, her eyes tightly shut. She was pale and panting.

"Star?"

Her eyes flicked open, shining green and she bared her teeth and snarled at him. Her nails scraped against his wall, leaving scratch marks. The ferocity immediately faded and she looked appalled. "Oh, Robin, my apologies. Please, give me the moment."

He sat on the bed watching her as she concentrated on her breathing and eventually relaxed. She blinked open her eyes and gave him an ashamed expression. "My apologies."

He held out his arms. "What was that?"

She flushed as she descended from the wall and crept back to him. "Something I was not prepared for."

When she didn't say anything else as she crawled into his arms, he prompted, "Which was?"

"May we discuss it in the morning?" she murmured.

"What it something I did? What did I do wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"Oh, no, Robin, it was not you," she replied and rubbed her face against his shoulder. "It was… an instinct that I had not expected to arise just yet."

"Oh… what—"

"Please," she implored. "In the morning? It is a… rather… in-depth… not to mention embarrassing discussion, and I would not ruin your birthday."

He frowned but assented. He twisted to turn off the light and lay back down, turning on his side so he could snuggle up to Starfire. With a contented sigh he cupped her breast while she draped her arm across his ribs and her thigh across his.

Starfire stirred, rumbling a little purr. "Robin?"

"Yeah?"

"I feel… remiss."

"How so?"

"Everything we do together… I feel that… perhaps I am being selfish?"

That surprised him. "Selfish? How?"

"You rub my… sweet spot, as you call it. I get kisses and touches and you seem to get very little in return."

He wasn't entirely sure why she made it sound like a bad thing. "Kissing and touching you is amazing. Especially since kissing isn't part of your culture. I love your noises, the way you move, the way you hold me. I like exploring you."

"Perhaps…" She swallowed and pressed on. "Is there anything I can do that would bring you pleasure?"

Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes, his hormones cried. "Uhhh," his mouth said.

"Please?" she asked and slipped out from under his arms. She rolled onto her side, propped herself up on her arm and placed a hand on his stomach. She applied a little pressure and he rolled onto his back.

"Ahh…"

"I wish to make you feel good," she said, her fingers heading downward.

"You do make me feel good," he replied and caught her hand. "Star… ahh… the problem with that… not that I don't want you to, but it's just… if…" he gulped. "If you start, I'm not going to want you to stop."

"Very well," she murmured.

He sighed and released her fingers.

"I shall not stop," she said, sounding cheeky and placed her hand directly on the bulge in his pants.

Robin gasped and jerked at the contact, especially when Starfire squeezed. "Wait, wait."

"You do not wish for this?" Starfire asked, perplexed.

"Yeah, I do. It's just… you know what's going to happen, right?"

"If I do this right, you will ejaculate."

Damn, there were times he appreciated her bluntness and times where it shocked the hell out of him. He wasn't sure which one he was. "Um… yeah…"

Starfire dropped her voice to a husky whisper. "I did the looking of it up on the internet since I was not certain how like a Tamaranian male you were. The place called Wikipedia was most enlightening… if a little… um… graphic."

He chuckled. "Yeah, that place can be bad."

"There were videos," she whispered in mock horror.

Robin wrinkled his nose and made a mental note to lock Wiki from their internet browsers. "Gross."

"It was most disturbing. Educational, but disturbing." She dug her fingers into the belt of his pants and tugged. Robin lifted up a little so she could pull them away.

"So, how much like a Tamaranian male am I?" he asked as he struggled to get his feet through the pants.

Starfire shifted so she was kneeling level with his hip, her fingers marking trails against his thighs. She lit her other hand with a starbolt, and Robin saw her studying him as she brushed against him with the tips of her fingers. "Our species are very similar in regard to manual stimulation, as you have just discovered yourself… What is this called— the hand job?"

"That's one of its names, yes."

"Tamaranian males are apparently a lot less… sensitive… and they do not have their… you call them testicles?"

"Yeah."

"They do not have them on the outside."

"They don't?"

"They are quite sensitive, yes?" she asked, illustrating by brushing her fingertips against his balls. "Pleasure as well as pain?"

Robin closed his eyes. "Yeeeeah."

"Then why keep them on the outside where they can be damaged?"

"It has a lot to do with temperature, I think."

Her fingertips brushed against his length and he moaned as she gripped him. "I will need some guidance."

Robin swallowed. "Um… yeah. Okay. Um…"

"Too hard?" Starfire questioned. She released him, let her starbolt die and shifted so she was stretched out beside him, then tried again.

"No, that's perfect. Just… sort of slide your hand slowly up and down… yeah… like that."

Wanting to do something with his hands, (beyond putting them up behind his head smug that he was getting a hand job) he cupped her breast, then slid one hand up her back, heading for her neck. She twisted, preventing him. "No," she murmured. "If you do that I will be unable to do this for you, it is my turn."

"Oh." Fine, play with the breasts. Even if she doesn't get anything out of it, he certainly did. Closing his eyes to enjoy her ministrations, he kissed her neck before he rested against her nape.

"This is good?"

"Very," he said, feeling gaspy.

"Am I not supposed to go faster?"

"Ahh, you could, I suppose, but this feels great. It's not always about speed."

"Oh. Just the rhythm?"

"Yeah… oh…"

Starfire had chanced positioning of her hand, using her fingertips to caress along the shaft while her palm bumped against the head. She jumped at his sudden moan and released him. "My apologies—"

"Don't stop. Do that again."

She hesitated a moment, then returned to what she was doing. "This?"

He moaned into her neck again. "Yeah."

It was brilliant, and sexy and amazing all in one. She wasn't practiced as she stroked him and that didn't matter in the slightest. He squeezed her breasts, open mouthed kisses on her neck. Before long, there was a telltale tightening from down below. "Careful, I'm close—"

She shifted her grip again, long but very deliberate strokes, increasing the speed. He reached up with both hands and cupped her face, pulling her down for disjointed kiss that didn't last half as long as he wanted before he threw back his head, his breath coming in sharp pants. He thrust his hips up as he came, shuddering and gasping and feeling incredible.

She gave him a few more strokes before he had to pull her hand away. Since he still had one hand on her face, he kissed her again, messy and incoherent as he calmed down. He was aware of the sticky warmth against his stomach and how gross that would be if she connected with it, so he pulled away and reached for the tissues he kept in his bedside drawer.

Starfire gave a smug and satisfied little noise when he rolled back to gather her in his arms. Robin chuckled. "Well, aren't you a proud little thing."

"It was good, yes?"

"Better than good. Amazing. You're wonderful."

She nipped his neck, bit his shoulder before she rested her head on his chest. "I am glad."

Author's Note:

Seriously. Don't go to Wiki. -shudder-