Daydream

By: Tina the reviewer

Rating: PG-13 Because Robin's mind is a little in the gutter.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans, nor will I ever, unfortunately... (Why must you torment me so?)

A/N: Hello, readers. First of all, I REALLY want to thank those of you who read and reviewed (especially you) my first Teen Titan fic, Glow. I truly appreciate it; you were all lovely. So this fic, Daydream, is a sort of sequel to Glow, and will comprise of a few (and probably short) chapters, though the exact number remains uncertain. This is for those who wanted a second chapter, because I think I'd like to keep Glow as a one shot. Daydream can be seen as a stand alone, or like I mentioned earlier, the continuation of Glow.

Chapter 1: Hey There Sexy

Start:

It was a cheery morning. The golden sun was beaming, making the river shine beautifully. The clouds were perfectly fluffy and white, and the sky so impossibly blue.

It looked like Jump city was in for a perfect summer's day. Provided if the criminal element didn't feel like coming out today and no one spat in Slade's coffee this morning.

Robin felt on top of the world. He felt like he was still asleep and dreaming, walking, no, floating, on sunshine. He felt great, he felt energized -

He felt like cooking. Eggs and pancakes perhaps. Maybe French toast? They hadn't had that in a while. And some cut fruit for Beastboy. No one else was up yet, so why not?

He finally found his apron and bright red kitchen mittens a little off where he thought he originally placed them but dismissed it easily enough; thinking either Starfire or Beastboy must have been messing around with them. He wore his apron, but put aside the mittens for later when he did the actual cooking. He knew (in his own little world) that everyone (yes, even Raven) was jealous of his kitchen apparel, no matter how much they tried to deny it by smothering it with snickers.

Finally deciding that he would just make a little of each, he pottered around the kitchen getting all the utensils and ingredients he needed, and getting some water on the boil, knowing that Raven would want her tea. While reaching for the sugar on one of the upper shelves, he got a shock as a soft warm something pressed up flush against his side and a hand that was not his own, brushed against his, reaching for what he fuzzily realised was the tea container.

As soon as it came, that delicious warmth left his side, and Robin found himself turning to face the profile of a person he knew by the name of Raven. Robin was surprised, he had not sensed her coming into the kitchen at all.

Seemingly nonplussed from the brush up, she looked through the little sachets until she found the flavour she wanted. Earlier that year, Starfire and Robin had gotten for Raven a large assortment of teas, ranging from her normal herbal tea to fruit infusions and other flavours, like peppermint. They had thought that Raven would like to have a change in her tea once in a while – surely there were other teas that had the same calming effect but tasted better than her normal brew. They knew this from making the mistake of trying her tea, which simply did not agree with them. To their relief, surprise and delight, Raven had loved her gift. It had opened a new door for her, and she appreciated the thoughtfulness of the two.

Robin looked on with discreet fascination, watching her pick out a packet; he couldn't read what flavour though. He must have been to far to see the print, because the words seemed jumbled. She looked really beautiful this morning, although she was only donning her normal uniform with her hood was down, as she usually had it at home. Her hair was still a little damp from her shower earlier, making it look extra shiny. But what really took Robin's breath away was that she was smiling. It wasn't a wide one, rather, a pleased upward curve. It was a smile that reached her eyes and that stated that she was quite happy this morning. After placing the tea packet into her mug, she simply stood there, waiting for the kettle to signal that the water was ready.

She did however, spare Robin a glance with a sweet smile and soft greeting of 'good morning'.

Embarrassed at being caught watching, he busied himself by preparing the pancake batter at the kitchen's large 'island' counter top, not feeling out of place at all as he measured out flour, milk and sugar. With practiced ease, he broke two eggs onto the other ingredients and proceeded to whisk everything together.

Feeling an itch on his cheek, Robin simply reached out a hand to scratch, unknowingly leaving a faint smear of fine, white sugar in place of the itch.

That is until in one swift moment, Raven had managed to remove the whisk from his hand and shift him so that she embraced him from the front, meaning her arms were loosely placed over his strong shoulders. Robin could hardly register anything other than Raven's eyes searing into his masked ones and the intoxicating sensation he felt whenever Raven was close. Especially when she was only getting closer, boldly bringing their faces together so that she could ever so slowly lick the sugar off.

Robin almost died right there, had he not heard a sensual chuckle reach his ears, mind and heart. He was about to ask Raven everything that raced through his befuddled mind, when she silenced him with a kiss.

At that moment Robin had no idea who and where he was, his entire focus solely on this dark haired seductress. And he couldn't have cared less, wanting only to please her and encourage her attentions on him. She tasted so good.

Robin could not remember if he really did tip and lift Raven onto the counter top. For all he knew, she had levitated herself. As he tried to burn the image of her delectable self, spread before him, her eyes clouded in lust, he regained most of his senses, and even then he almost could not pull away. But that was mostly because as he tried to do so, Raven yanked on the front of his cape and pulled him down again. He could not resist his heart's instincts, or her siren's call.

And at some point Robin had joined Raven on the counter and their positions had switched, Raven being on top. Robin was panting heavily in between kisses and touches, the name of Raven sometimes called out and moaned.

Gradually, their heavy make out session came to a breather and Raven had the sexiest smirk Robin could ever imagine.

"You know, there's something really attractive about men in aprons," the sultry voice whispered into his ear. She paused just to nip his ear. Whether it was meant to be playful or possessive was totally lost on Robin, to him it was just erotic.

"But you know what?" she whispered.

Robin didn't know, but knew Raven was going to tell him anyway.

"It would look better..."

The gentlest of caresses across his chest.

"Without the uniform underneath..."

Robin's breathing hitched.

"Just..."

Raven slowly got off of him, the friction between them utterly sinful.

"Like..."

Robin's gaze just followed her and blinked.

"This..."

Robin was startled at the change in voice, which was very different but almost as familiar.

When Robin opened his eyes again he found himself shocked speechless. Instead of his beloved Raven, now stood in front of him, of all people, Slade, in HIS apron, and only his apron (his mask still there of course).

"Hey there, sexy" was all the almost naked man said, throwing Robin a coquettish wink.

Robin opened his mouth to form, to his horror, a silent scream.

.:WTF???!!!WTF???!!!WTF???!!!WTF???!!!WTF???!!!:.

To be continued...

A/N: Ohohohoho How many of you saw that coming? Did you see the hints laid out suggesting that things weren't really as they seemed? I hoped that you guys enjoyed this first chapter, even if it seems a little short; it was the first time I've ever written anything remotely like physical romance. Does this deserve it's rating? (Too low? Too high?) Is there anyone who'd prefer if the fic remained PG or lower? (I don't think anything else further along in this fic will go beyond what has already happened though.) The rest will probably be fluff of sorts and random bursts of insanity and humour. Anything at all, just tell me by reviewing, and I'll do my very best to see to it.

Lest you suffer the wrath of Apron! Slade!!!