(A/N)- Welcome to the second borderline NSFWish prompt! Mainly on the basis of naked cuddling and some light innuendos. The kids are about 17/18 in this, which I guess I'm setting about two... three years after Tokyo? IDK I don't have the timeline I made in front of me right now. It's been a couple years at any rate.

I really loved doing this one.

Disclaimer: Hmm, I don't see any ownership rights sitting next to me...

RobStar Week 2017, Day 1 - Scars/Hospital

"And this one?" Starfire asked, pointing to a faint jagged line on Robin's bare chest.

"Mobster with a broken bottle glass." He grinned up at her. "Didn't quite dodge in time."

Starfire leaned on her arms, raising herself off him and looking down his body. The thin white sheet they were under slipped down her back a little.

Her green eyes studied him, picking out all the varied individual marks on his skin she was becoming so intimate with.

"What about…" she asked, trailing a finger down the inside of his arm, "…this one here?" Her finger stopped on a pale white circle in the middle of his left bicep.

Robin grimaced at the memory, becoming serious. "Ah, that one." He lifted his arm a bit to show her. "Bullet wound. One of Joker's guns had actual lead in it. Tore straight through and clipped an artery on its way out."

Starfire winced in sympathy. "That sounds most unpleasant," she commented.

"Oh it hurt like hell, no question," Robin said, tugging her back down to lay on his chest. "But the worst part was how freaked out Bruce was." Robin shook his head, brushing away memories of fuzzy darkness, his mentor's voice shrill in his ear, hands tight on his shoulders, and blood—so much blood—everywhere, dripping from his arm, covering everything. "I don't think I've ever heard him sound so scared."

"I can imagine." Starfire shifted her head, resting her ear on his collarbone. Her hair tickled him. "I hope he did not do anything… reckless. Were it me that had been injured, Galfore would have slain the culprit on the spot."

"Wasn't time," Robin explained, shaking his head again. "I was bleeding out too much. He was pissed though. Banned me from coming on missions for almost four months."

"Well, he had almost lost you," Starfire pointed out gently, reading the traces of old resentment in his tone.

Robin sighed. "Yeah. I know that now," he admitted. "At the time all I could think about was how unfair it was."

Starfire smiled faintly. "You were stubborn," she remarked with affection. "And had a strong will. You both did. As you do now."

He chuckled. "That's true." He nudged her head with his chin. "All right, your turn."

She sat up, bringing her knees under her. "I am afraid I do not have as many scars as you," she apologized. "Not many that are still visible anyway. Tamaranian skin heals quite well."

"That's okay," Robin assured her, pillowing his arms behind his head and enjoying the lovely view she presented him. "Just tell me the ones you remember."

Starfire looked herself over with a cute pensive expression. Picking out a thin cut on the inside of her left arm she leaned in and pointed to it.

"This," she said, "is from when I fell from a high Kar'rok tree. I was still very young and had not yet fully mastered control of my flight."

Robin nodded, listening with respectful interest.

Starfire found another scar on the inside of her thigh. "I sustained this one when I crashed a fighter. I was eight. Blackfire had snuck aboard it and turned it on by accident. I managed to catch up with it and take control."

"Sounds harrowing," Robin laughed.

"It was!" Starfire confirmed with a cry. "And our mother and father were most displeased with us."

"Hey, wait, why were they made at you, if it was Blackfire's fault?" Robin asked.

Starfire tapped her hands together, looking sheepish. "I may have… assisted in the distraction of the guard so she could slip past him." She brushed a strand of her hair back over her shoulder, expression turning somber. "We were… closer… then."

Hearing the sadness in her voice, Robin caught her hand, squeezing it and bringing it to his lips so he could kiss the knuckles.

She smiled in gratitude. She lay back down, cuddling into his side. "That is enough for now," she decided.

"Aw, come on," Robin whined. "You've gotta have more stories than that."

"Perhaps I wish for you to coax them out of me," she said, eyes gleaming mischievously.

Robin raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" he teased, shifting around to face her. "You mean, like this?" he asked, before he pressed a sloppy wet kiss to the side of her neck.

She squeaked, her sides shaking with silent laughter.

"Oooor…" Robin drawled, moving lower, "…maybe like this?"

He kissed between her breasts, earning a delighted squeal from Starfire.

From behind the door, there came an awkward cough.

"Uh… before you guys start round two, let me just remind you that the walls are very thin and some of us have enhanced senses of hearing," Beast Boy said, sounding embarrassed. "Also your laundry's done," he added.

Robin rolled off of Starfire with a sour look, sulking on his stomach instead.

"Spoilsport," he grumbled.

Starfire just giggled next to him.

(A/N)- The story of Blackfire and Starfire's harried theft of a fighter is told in my "Titans Tales" collection. See the chapter "Mechanically Inclined" if you want to read about it.