I'M SORRY. I HAVE NO EXCUSE YET AGAIN FOR HOW LATE THIS WAS. PLEASE FORGIVE ME.

I SWEAR ON ALL OF MY SHIPS AND THE FALSE GRAVES OF BATMAN AND SHERLOCK HOLMES THAT I WILL FINISH THIS FIC.

IT WILL F***ING HAPPEN.

I really am sorry, though ;-; I've been busier than I thought I would be. Anyway, here's Kid Flash with the disclaimer.

Kid Flash: Cartoon crush. Now.

WTF.

Kid Flash: I wanna knowww! Can you shooowww meee?

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Kid Flash: No, I'm serious.

Ugh. Eren Jeager from Attack on Titan. He may have an over the top obsession with destroying all of the Titans but that boy has got some KILLER eyes, man ;_;

Kid Flash: xD

DISCLAIMER.

Kid Flash: Whatever xD We'reAllALittleMadHere does not own the Teen Titans. She really wants to, though.

;_;

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Kid Flash brought me home that night and forced me to take the bed in his room while he slept on the couch. He claimed that the bed was more comfortable and it seemed like I needed my sleep. I protested but I was too exhausted to argue after about ten minutes.

I promised myself that the next night he'd be the one in the bed and I'd be on the couch; I was his guest after all. That didn't end up happening but after about two weeks he gave in and started letting me fall asleep on the couch. Of course, I always seemed to wake up in the bedroom every morning. Big surprise.

Life with Kid Flash was easy and very laid back even if he was a super hero. He enjoyed cooking all sorts of food and even started to teach me (I can make waffles and chocolate chip cookies from scratch as of now). Our meals were usually eaten in the small kitchen where we could chat idly and plan for my future assimilation into the super hero society. He went to school during the week, did his homework in the afternoons, and even brought home a couple friends sometimes. I just hid in Kid's bedroom while they were in the apartment to make sure I wasn't seen. It wouldn't go well if someone found a criminal hiding out in his house.

My days were usually filled with grocery shopping with this evil blonde wig strapped to my head since I didn't have an alias yet (when I lived with William and Mina I wasn't out and about much so this was a very different scenario), sketching anything and everything, reading whatever Kid had on his bookshelf, tidying the apartment, and watching an episode of Doctor Who every so often. My existence became very simple and enjoyable and I was at peace with my surroundings. Although, I sometimes had this odd pit in my stomach whenever I thought about the HIVE 5 or the Brotherhood of Evil. Those thoughts grew scarce, however, and my life fell into a comforting routine.

Every once in a while Kid would have to zoom off to clean up some robbery or catch an escaped convict but he never needed to do much now that the Titans were back in town for a bit. He even brought me along a few times; I'd been able to stop four burglaries, eight muggings, three murders, and one rape so far. It was hard to admit it but I was enjoying the work and it made me feel a little less…empty.

After these jobs Kid always insisted upon taking me on a date to celebrate. We usually ended up going somewhere secluded because I still hadn't been fully accepted by the public as a good guy yet and neither of us really enjoyed all the attention focused on us when we went out to restaurants. Kid was very good looking without his mask and there were always other girls gawking at him, which made me a little territorial. Nobody wants to see me jealous. It isn't pretty. Plus I always had to wear that awful blonde wig that we both hated. It's itchy.

On the past few dates he had taken me to a lake, a cliff on the seaside, and finally to Disney World. There we sat a distance away from the park to watch the fireworks and ask more questions about each other. I asked him why he took me anywhere I wanted and he answered that it was simply because I'd never been anywhere before. I nodded and left the subject alone after that.

It was true, though. I'd never been much of anywhere in my life besides the HIVE Academy and Jump City. The day Kyd Wkkyd and I followed the Head Mistress away from my father and my home smashed any realistic chances of going anywhere. This was mostly because we were kept at the school year round if we didn't have anyone to go home to during the summer. That scenario actually put the HIVE 5 together; we were part of the small group that stayed all year. After graduation, we sort of just stuck to each other and that's how our group formed.

Until now.

I leaned my head back against the couch and made a little groaning noise in my throat. I was sitting on the living room floor with my sketchpad propped against my bent knees in a little curled up position. Kid Flash was off working somewhere and I was in my tank top and sofi-shorts. I was putting the finishing details on a drawing of See-More I had started months and months ago when I was still part of the HIVE.

How long ago was that?

Oh, wow, like eight months.

I looked down at the page and I felt my stomach turnover. I missed See-More and Kyd Wykkyd. The other three could go to hell; they were never very nice to me even if I was the only one who ever planned anything out. I remembered the day I'd started the drawing, watching the skinny black kid fiddle around with a broken piece of his eyeball tech, amusing me. I wanted to capture the moment so I ran down to my bedroom, snatched up my sketchbook, and raced back to the living area to outline his general position on the paper. After I had that I could place the details as I recalled them. He was sitting on the couch fiddling with some piece of tech that had red and yellow wires sticking out in all directions. He was leaning forward with his back arched with this serious and determined expression on his face as he clipped wires with his scissors and mashed buttons. I don't even know what he was working on but it seemed to be important enough to require all of his attention. He never noticed me sketching him.

I stuck the smooth eraser of my pencil between my lips and studied the drawing for a while longer, trying to decide if it was done or not. I glared at the page with this feeling that something was missing. The longer I stared the harder it became to recall what it was.

"You know, you really shouldn't chew the eraser on your pencil."

I shrieked and flung said pencil across the room as I covered up my sketch with my hands and twisted around to see Kid Flash leaning over the back of the couch with that stupid grin on his face while he watched me. I huffed and made quick work of standing and composing myself.

"And you shouldn't sneak up on people like that." I stuck my nose in the air and marched over to my pencil, which had struck the wall a few feet away and now lay still on the carpet. I frowned at the mark I'd made on the white wall and made a mental note to clean it up later.

Kid snorted, "I said hi like seven times."

I shot him a look and he quickly changed his answer, "Okay, so it was more like three, sue me!"

I rolled my eyes and closed the sketchpad but kept it in hand. I'd gotten into the habit of hiding it from Kid Flash because he constantly intruded upon my private sketches. It wasn't just See-More and Kyd Wykkyd in there; I'd also drawn Kid himself a few times. I cringed at the thought of him discovering my innermost thoughts about him even if they were drawn and not written. The sketches were in my language and it was hard to imagine someone else not understanding them. My sketchbook was like my diary, open and easy to read.

I shifted uncomfortably, searching for a place to hide the book temporarily as Kid Flash shrugged and pushed off the couch. He zapped to the kitchen where he suddenly stood in front of the fridge, scanning its contents for anything still edible. I crossed the living room and stealthily slid the sketchbook between a few books on the shelf next to the TV. Satisfied with the camouflage, I turned toward the large window at the near end of the apartment and gently fingered the white curtains out of the way so that I could study the streets and buildings below. I made a contented sound and then stiffened at how happy I was in that moment.

I wasn't thinking this whole situation through.

What happens if the HIVE 5 comes along?

What do I do if something happens to Kid Flash?

What if the Brotherhood of Evil—

My thoughts were cut short when I felt a sharp nose nuzzle my neck. I grinned as Kid dragged a wet kiss along the exposed skin of my shoulder, moving the strap of my tank top out of the way with his tongue. I giggled while he sucked the sensitive skin, giddy as the thin strap slid down my upper arm. His hands were settled at my waist and quickly making their way low across my stomach to embrace me in a backward hug.

Kid took a deep breath and I knew he was grinning because his teeth grazed my skin, "You smell good."

"Oh, good." I snorted. "I took a shower like an hour ago so I should hope that I smell nice."

He laughed and I reveled in the feel of his solid chest vibrating against my upper back. He went back to kissing my neck and I leaned my head back against his shoulder. Leaving a trail of hot kisses, Kid made his way up the side of my neck to bite my ear. At first, his bite was soft and loving but it his hold on me roughened as he pulled me away from the window. His hands tugged on my waist and I obliged, letting him lead me to the couch. Halfway there I turned and crashed my body into his, wrapping my arms around his neck while I crushed our mouths together. Our tongues clashed and battled.

It was my turn to take control. I pushed Kid backwards onto the couch so that he sat facing me and I straddled his lap. He leaned against the cushions and grinned but I quickly smothered his smug little smirk with a deep kiss on the mouth. He made a grunting noise at the force I applied but accommodated me by using just as much pressure.

His lips pulled at mine like he wanted to suck me in and mine pulled back like he was the only water in the midst of a desert. His hands were on my hips again as I knelt on the couch, my knees beginning to prickle oddly. I relaxed and settled on his lap, winding down after the intense kissing. I was happy to let this burn out like every other make out session but Kid Flash had other ideas, taking over as I retreated.

Gripping the underside of my right knee and locking his other arm around my torso, Kid stood up with me still wrapped around his body. I felt him turning and suddenly the soft cushions of the couch were under my back. He propped himself up with both hands on either side of my head, momentarily ending our kiss in favor of staring at me. His body was still in between my legs. I felt myself blush but stared back at him, taking in his expression, determined to keep eye contact. Kid just gazed down at me smiling softly; he lifted a hand to trace a finger across my cheekbone and I pressed my face into his hand. He lowered his head to place a small kiss on my neck.

"I love your freckles." I burst out.

His head popped up, "What?"

I laughed a little, "I said 'I love your freckles.'"

"Oh, well, thank you. I love your collarbones." He chuckled and swiped his tongue along said collarbones.

I gasped in surprise and smacked him lightly in the head.

He just smirked, "So what brought that on?"

I sighed, unwilling to explain myself, "Well, I was thinking earlier…"

"Uh oh, Jinx. Thinking is a dangerous pastime."

"Whatever."

"Continue." Kid chuckled and buried his head in the crook of my neck.

I took a deep breath, "Well, what if something happens to you? What happens to me then? What if it's the other way around? What if the Brotherhood of Evil finds me or you or I accidently lead them to you? How would I live with myself if—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Kid yanked his head up and looked me straight in the eye. "I don't wanna hear any of that. We are not gonna think about morbid crap like that, okay? We've just gotta live in the moment, deal with what we've got. No 'if's or 'but's, okay? It isn't fair to either of us if we dwell on that kind of thing."

I gazed up at him, startled by his sudden outburst. I blinked a few times and tried to swallow the dry lump in my throat.

So be it…

I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW. IT SUCKED. BUT I HAVE SO MANY OTHER FICS THAT I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF (speaking of which I have Dramione and Johnlock lemon fics coming out soon) AND I'M WRITING SO MUCH FOR THIS ONE FRIEND AND ASDFGHJKL.

I'm really stressed so I'm not gonna give you guys a due date for the next chapter. BUT I SWEAR I WILL FINISH THIS FIC EVEN IF IT F***ING KILLS ME.

Anyway, R&R even though I don't deserve it ;_; Later, lovelies! I adore you :*