Continuation from the last chapter… somehow, the Pretty!Robin bug has infected me and whilst I enjoy this 'illness,' the only cure is writing it out. Also, some one-shots may be in the making. Wouldst thou approve?

Enjoy, dearies… never forget to review!

Viva

RPOV

Standing in front of the mirror, I almost blushed as the voice in my head (who wasn't The Fiend, he sounded like BB) whisper Hot damn… robin, you've outdone yourself.

X~X~X

After dinner, we'd gone about out mockery of a routine, per usual, I murmured that Beast Boy should help me wash dishes and pretended to get annoyed as he flicked suds at me as he giggled. I smirked as he lost very vocally to Cyborg in their five-set game of tennis on the Wii. As he fixed his after-dinner cup of tea and made small talk with Raven (complaining about the wiles and unfair strategies of the game), I bustled about the living room trying to clean while being amused by Starfire's play-by-play of the last twenty-four hours.

The clock struck eight.

This is where time started to draw out; I'd go to my room and try to distract myself for a few hours before meeting him on the roof. This afternoon had been great, honestly… really memorable. (I can't believe I was so forward ) but I was really looking forward to tonight.

I took a shower, taking my time to wash my hair with the new shampoo that I'd bought a few days ago. It smelled like well water, cold and brisk… as I breathed in the steamy air, I wished that I wasn't alone in my shower. Closing my eyes, my hands did a poor imitation of what BB's did; caressing my torso like it was made of blown glass, but it was missing something- oh yeah, soft lips on mine, a hot tongue at my neck…. I was tempted to let my hands roam lower but stopped myself, wanting to give him the pleasure of being my first orgasm today.

After dawdling a few more minutes (singing some Aqualung, running my hands up and down my forever-smooth legs) I padded out into my room, glaring at my closet full of clothes.

Frankly, I was bewildered, and as I glanced at the clock tolled nine, my mind was on the 'Hella Nervous as well as Confounded' setting so I did what I never thought I'd do.

I pulled out my phone and called Raven.

She recommended the dark indigo jeans that I'd always found tight enough to come off as slutty, and a simple crewneck with the surprisingly gorgeous grey sweater that Star had knitted me for my last birthday.

After blow-drying my hair on impulse, not wanting to dry out my hair with more gel, (I may be vain, but I have my limits) I threw on the outfit, admiring my reflection.

The sweater hugged my shoulders and the jeans made my ass look amazing. My hair was curly, but not frizzy, and the high spots of color on my cheeks as I smiled shyly at myself made me look innocent and virginal.

Both are qualities you do have, Robin.

I looked closer at my face. My skin was clear, thanks to my genes, and my freckles (though I wished they would fade completely) scattered across my nose and cheeks. My eyelashes were slightly girlish, framing big eyes the color of—oh shit! I forgot my mask! I checked my watch again, then put one on quickly, hurrying as quietly as I could up to the roof.

I actually had to head back to put on some shoes.

The boy makes me forget common sense…

X~X~X

BBPOV

To say he looked beautiful would be an understatement.

I don't know how he knew, but he was wearing the sweater I've always loved him in, along with the pair of jeans that had me taking cold showers for a week straight after I saw them hugging his slim hips like perfection. Ebony curls hung loosely about his face, no doubt as soft to the touch as they appeared.

"Hi." His voice was breathy and as I whispered my greeting against his lips, I could feel him smiling. He smelled different—like deep water on top of his usual strawberries-and-lightning scent… he was like a thunderstorm at Wilson's, the farm my parent used to take me and my brother to pick apples, strawberries, gourd; lots of seasonal fruits and vegetables.

"Are you okay?" We had stopped kissing; I was just nuzzling my face into his neck and trying to keep breathing.

"Yes," and I led him by the hand to our usual setting, beanbags and blankets, a six-pack of Coke between them.

I sat in my own chair, perplexed as to why he wasn't seated, and then found myself with a lapful of long-legged Boy Wonder, his mouth slick and hot against mine. When we had to stop for breath, he looked down at me, his lips swollen and full… before I knew it I had whispered my request to him.

"Okay." He said after a long period of time, reaching up to pull the dark plastic of his mask from his face. The dim light did nothing but play up his features, casting shadows against the curve of his jaw, long streaks against his cheeks, catching the undeniable lavender of his eyes and rendering them even more breathtaking than they already were.

Eyes open, I plundered his sweet mouth again, watching those hyacinth eyes be engulfed by dilated pupils, his skin soft against my fingers, and softer still at his waist. Popping the button of his jeans open, I slid the zipper down slowly, stilling his bucking hips with my other hand. He rose on his knees and after a few tries, we managed to pull down the tight denim (that was the same color as his eyes) to the middle of his thighs.

My own pants grew considerably tighter at the sight of him, his pale cock rosy at the head, curving against his navel as he stared up at me, cheeks flushed and lilac eyes heavy-lidded and tainted with more than a bit of lust.

Taking him in hand, I relished every move he made and began cataloguing them. The Gasp-Screams of Robin's Aroused State, The Way Robin Bites His Lower Lip, The Feral Bucking of Robin's Hips, The Sound of My Name (Riddled with Longing) From Robin's Full Rosebud Lips…

And this is right, this is right. I know it as I sink my teeth into the supple flesh that joins neck and shoulder, fascinated by the quickly appearing pink haze around it, marking him as mine. I know it as he whimpers against my neck as I sample the underside of his chin while stroking the thin-as-silk skin of his perineum, feeling him throb in my hand as he spurts long slippery ropes over both of us, kissing me as tears glisten like pearls in his dark lashes.

I know it as I take the towel from my back pocket and clean us up, watching him sip a can of coke with his denims unzipped and unbuttoned. He smiles at me again, and I know he's about to thank me so I silence him with kisses and soft phrases whispered into the perfect whorl of his ear.

I know it as he clenches slender, pale hands in my hair and kisses my nose.

I know it as we get into a tickle-fight, followed by a game of Uno (Which we cut short, because the ocean breeze is cold and we're so tired), followed by a trip to the kitchen where we just stare at each other and eat sinfully good chocolate cookies that Cy made.

I know it as I walk him to his room, tasting the chocolate on his tongue before opening his door and throwing him into his room so I don't ravish him then and there.

I know it as I dream that night, of an indigo-eyed ebony-haired boy wrapped in sheets of silver silk, who feeds me cookies and wine. From time to time, he catches me staring and fucking glows, a silver band around his left ring-finger.