(A/N)- Sort of inspired by "Too Darn Hot" from the Kiss Me Kate musical, which is the titular ear worm. It will get stuck in your head. I guess you could consider this a songfic but there's more fic than song so I dunno.

For some reason I really like to think of it as a Hotgent song, painfully lame pun about heat aside.

Disclaimer: Don't own Teen Titans, don't own Kiss Me Kate or the songs contained therein.

Ear Worm

Argent didn't realize what a mistake it had been agreeing to go out to the theater with Hot Spot not more than a week earlier.

Not until he had one of the songs from the show they'd seen on repeat play echoing throughout the Tower.

It's too darn hot,

It's too darn hot.

The worst of it was it wasn't a bad song. It was just so very catchy and easy to hum that it couldn't help but get irrevocably stuck in one's head.

I'd like to sup with my baby tonight,

And play the pup with my baby tonight.

She had told him the song was cycling through her head like a phantom ipod ghost tormenting her with its mental presence but if he heard he didn't seem to notice or care that it was getting on her nerves.

But I ain't up to my baby tonight,

'Cause it's too darn hot.

In fact, she could almost swear he was playing it more often than he was before she'd told him it annoyed her.

I'd like to stop for my baby tonight,

And blow my top with my baby tonight.

Did he delight in tormenting her like this?

I'd like to fool with my baby tonight,

Break ev'ry rule with my baby tonight.

There was no way he wasn't doing it on purpose. No soddy way at all.

Argent's blood simmered. She grabbed the pillow from her armchair and pressed it against the sides of her head in a useless attempt to block the song out. After a moment she gave up on that, rose from her seat with a huff, and stalked off to find her aggravating teammate.

The hallways passed by in a blur and as she got closer the song got louder. But no matter how catchy it was, she was not going to sing along with it. Not at all.

She found herself outside OPS and jammed the button irritably. When it opened it revealed that Hot Spot was currently working at one of the computers. The speakers hummed with the trumpets and crooning voice of that blasted stage musical song. Argent strode up and stopped a few paces behind him, crossing her arms.

"Isaiah? Knock it off. No matter how many times you play it it's not going to suddenly become our love song."

He looked up nonchalantly from his typing and twisted around in his seat. "Who says I'm trying to make it our love song?" he asked, smirking.

Argent shot an exasperated look towards the ceiling. "Why else are you playing it over and over again?"

"Maybe I just like it." he replied cheekily.

"Maybe you're doing it to annoy me." Argent shot back.

Hot Spot leaned his arms on the back of his seat. "What if I am? What are you going to do about it?"

The New Zealander fixed him with an icy glare. "Do you really want me to answer that question?"

The pyro chuckled nervously, shifting on his chair away from her.

Argent gestured at the speakers. "Turn it off. Play something else for a change." she ordered.

He gave her a mock pout. "But you're cute when you're annoyed."

"SPOTTY!"

"All right, all right, jeez." he relented, clicking out of the music player he'd been using. He grumbled under his breath. "I swear, sometimes you are such a stubborn, pushy…"

The song cut out, filling the room with silence.

"Happy now?" he groused.

"Quite." she said, beaming at him. She gave him a quick hug around his neck and a peck on his forehead. "You love me." she reminded.

"Yes, I love you." he sighed. "It's about the only thing keeping me from shooting fireballs at you right now."

She giggled and moved off, heading back to her room.

"I am going to get you to sing it too by the end of the day." he called after her.

"You wish."

-TT-

That night was Argent and Hot Spot's turn for dish duty, which they liked to do together. Argent sudsed up the plates in the soapy water, then handed them to Hot Spot, who rinsed them and put them in the drying rack.

Argent often liked to hum while she did this. Something about the frothy bubbles and musical clink of plates just brought out the singer in her. (And Hot Spot of course was not opposed at all to listen to her pretty crooning voice.) So about a third of the way through the stack of dirty dishes she reached into her memory for something to sing. She hummed a few bars and then almost absent-mindedly brought up the lyrics.

"But when the thermometer goes way up and the weather is sizzling hot," her soft voice uttered. "Mister Adam, for his Madam, is-"

"HA!" Hot Spot shouted, pointing at her.

Argent jumped, eyes wide, startled and embarrassed, and promptly dropped the plate she was holding into the sink.

(A/N)- Speaking of musicals... guess who saw Wicked last night? (does little dance) It was awesome. Except now I've got "No One Mourns The Wicked" stuck in my head.