(A/N)- So uh... Happy late Valentine's Day? Mine was quiet and significant other-less as usual but still fun. Spent it doing homework, artwork, and... writing this. A short one, since I'm in a bit of a writing rut at the moment and focusing on longer, more serious chapters for "Titans Tales". Still a blast to write. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I still don't own Teen Titans but I did buy myself a Nightwing comic two weeks ago. (The pictures were... very nice.)

Annoyances

There was only one drawback-it seemed-to it being general knowledge that she and Hot Spot had started dating.

Said drawback being the teasing the two received at the hands of their fellow teammates.

Unsurprisingly Jericho was the one who gave them the least grief about it, given his tenuous developing relationship with Kole and his own mild-tempered and sweet personality. Argent wondered what Herald's excuse was, though, as in spite of him having a long-distance girlfriend in the form of Bumblebee the teleporter took inexplicable glee at ribbing them every chance he got.

She didn't even want to think about the kind of insinuations Wildebeest might be lodging at them in his indecipherable animalistic form of communication. Which was still hard to figure out precisely even after being around him long enough to get a general understanding of his "language".

He had a bloody annoying snicker though.

"Hey." Hot Spot's voice broke in, drawing her attention back to the present. "You're drifting off again. Should I change the channel or what?" he asked, poking her in the shoulder.

Argent shifted and rearranged herself on the couch where she was sitting with her boyfriend, leaning lazily against his side. "G'head. See if there are any Becky Wilder re-runs on."

Hot Spot stretched out his hand for the remote, then settled back in his seat and flicked the channels aimlessly. His free hand played with a few strands of hair at the back of Argent's head.

From behind them there came the sound of snickering.

"Aww look WB, they're watching soap operas together."

The two rolled their eyes and glanced over the back of the couch with matching expressions of irritation.

"Becky Wilder is not a soap opera." Argent corrected lividly.

Herald shrugged. "If you say so." Off to the side Wildebeest nudged him and grunted something. Herald chuckled and replied, "Yeah, looks that way to me too."

"That's because it's exactly what we're doing." Hot Spot answered, turning his head back around to the TV and letting his arm drape around her shoulders.

"An' it really isn't that effective to tease us about something we're actually doing." Argent added. She'd understood that one well enough. "Now if you'd both be so kind as to not interrupt our 'snuggle time' as you've labeled it…"

"I take it the love birds want to be alone then?" Herald prodded further.

Hot Spot twisted back around and glared. "Sticking around but shutting up would be just as welcome." he growled.

Herald grinned. "Aw, but that wouldn't be nearly as much fun."

Wildebeest grunted in agreement.

Argent sighed, reached up to touch the pyro's face and bring his attention forward again. "Ignore 'em." she told him. She focused her eyes on the screen and laid her head on his shoulder, paying no heed to the fresh burst of idiotic male giggles now coming from their teammates. She only half-heard the next round of teasing, though it was apparent from the way Hot Spot tensed next to her that what they were saying was highly irritating.

She tuned in at the next commercial break.

"You two picked out a song yet?" Herald was saying.

"No, actually. We haven't." Hot Spot glowered. "What's yours and Bumblebee's? Some old love song from the jazz era?"

Unphased at the jab, Herald countered. "I bet yours is some 80s pop tune."

Wildebeest put in a comment that made the teleporter burst into laughter. Argent felt Hot Spot warming up beside her in his aggravation, his internal heat starting to creep up. She felt moderately edgy at that, and wondered if there was anything she could say to calm him down before he entered his powered up state.

Amid concealing her own annoyance at what Herald and Wildebeest said next.

"Oooh wait-I got it! 'Disco Inferno'!"

A loud snort and a roar of laughter.

"What's that have to do with romance?" grumbled Hot Spot. His skin was still heating up. Argent bit her lip, starting to feel uncomfortable.

"C'mon… Burn baby burn? That isn't just the perfect line for you two?"

The pyro simmered. Argent took the opportunity to nudge him and get his attention

"Speaking of burning, you're going to do just that in a minute if you don't calm down." she muttered in his ear.

Hot Spot shifted in realization and his skin immediately began to cool. "Sorry."

"Or how about 'Let the Flames Begin'?" Herald continued.

Wildebeest added his own suggestion.

"Burning in the Sun!"

And another one.

"Or how about On-"

WHACK!

"Ow!"

Argent turned around curiously. Herald was rubbing his head, Wildebeest his arm, and in between them stood Jericho, who looked almost as irritated as she and Hot Spot did.

Would you two knock it off! he signed furiously.

"Sheesh, okay!" Herald muttered.

The New Zealander shot an appreciative grin at the boy. "Thanks Jericho!" she said.

'welcome.

She shifted forward again. Beside her, Hot Spot was calmer, but still tense. She shook her head and slipped her hand into his. "Watch the blood pressure there Spotty. Wouldn't be that conducive to cuddle time if you burst into flames."

His eyebrow twitched. "Yeah, but-"

"They're aggravating. I know." She smiled and rested against him. "You are too."

He huffed. His temperature spiked briefly, then settled back down. He put his feet up on the coffee table and slung his arm around her. "Shoulda known dating you would sign me up for this." he said under his breath.

"You dating anyone would sign you up for this." Argent told him, smirking. "Now shush. This is my favorite episode."