Title: Stories for the Healing Heart

Rating: PG-13 for some language and often strong sexual situations

Summary: A collection of original poetry, songfics, and short stories for the mending hearts, all containing our favorite Teen Titans couples. This is a mate to the other series of snip-its about love entitled: 'Stories for the Broken Heart'. But these are written to remind you that there's always hope, and everyone has their own happy ending. )

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans. Yet. P

A word from the Author: Hello all! I'm back again, with some more romantic little stories. I will take requests, but I do not pair Robin or Starfire with any other characters. Sorry! About those other stories I promised…their on their way eventually. Hehe? Enjoy, my loves!

Dedication? Yes. This little piece is dedicated to Master Chief, as an afterthought to the Dreams and Nightmares series. Master Chief suggested creating the opposite situation in which Starfire dreams she unintentionally hurts Robin. Here ya' go, darling! D This segment is much more humorous and light-hearted than the others, however. Hope it's a nice change.

Her eyes were on him like a hawk's on it's prey. They watched his every move, as subtle as those were. The slow rise and fall of his chest as he slept, the way his lips were parted ever so slightly-rather inviting to her at the moment-, and the occasional nudging of his head further into his pillow, or tug at the covers.

Starfire hovered before the sleeping Boy Wonder, green eyes shining against the dark of his room. According to the clock beside his bed, it was well past both of their bedtime. The Tamaranian had only come in to check on him. However, the rhythm of his sleeping habits were so peaceful, they seemed to beckon for her to stay—which she did.

She figured he'd wake up sometime soon, since she wasn't the quietest person in the world. But the mask covering his face would keep her from knowing for sure until he sat up or spoke. The soft, almost melodic, tinkling of her levitation was a pretty sound to the ear, even her own, as used to it as she was.

A soft tender hand came down, caressing the boy's cheek. It had been another silly nightmare…something she shouldn't bother him with. But it was just so comforting in here, and she didn't want to leave. She smiled slightly, though startled, feeling his gloved hand bring her own to his lips. Robin sat up, blinking behind his mask as he watched her.

With a yawn, he scooted over ceremoniously. He knew the routine…she only came in here when she had nightmares. And that was a good five days of the week. Which only left him two on his own; not that he was complaining, mind you. "What happened this time?" He whispered, watching her slender silhouette climb into the bed beside him and tuck herself neatly under his covers.

She looked partially spooked, and partially confused. "…It was nothing," She said softly. Her eyes closed and she drew a sharp breath feeling his bare flesh crawl over that of her stomach. She poked one green orb open, speculating that he'd discarded the green glove on his left hand.

"If it was nothing, you wouldn't be in here," Robin whispered. His lips were at the side of her head now, speaking breathily into her ear. She felt something soft and moist against the back of her head, a sensual spot for the Tamaranian. His mouth pulled away from the skin behind her ear and below where her luscious red locks began.

The Tamaranian impulsively clutched at his chest, fingers getting hold of the material of his uniform and pulling him down towards her. The closer he was, the safer she felt. Yet she didn't spill just yet.

However, Robin was equally as stubborn tonight. "Star if you don't tell me, I can't be of much help." He reminded her gently.

"You are very helpful as it is Friend Robin," She murmured in reply. Although she knew he preferred not to be called 'Friend' Robin, since he'd admitted to viewing her as more, just 'Robin' sounded so very plain to her.

"Come on, it was only a bad dream, right? How bad could it be?" A nip at her neck.

"I do not wish to discuss it." A kiss on her shoulder.

"Talking will help…" A hand wandering to her back, and another to her neck. The Boy Wonder was a master of manipulation, but he couldn't comfort her if he didn't know what was wrong. So he intended to find out.

"Please Robin-" She was cut off when the hand upon the back of her neck, and lower spine pushed her upward, his lips meeting her own heatedly. Starfire quickly gave into temptation, arms wrapping around his own neck as she kissed back timidly.

He pulled back quickly, taunting her as she attempted to lean in and kiss him again. "What was it?" He asked again, gazing down at her innocently. Well…perhaps not so innocently, but he looked childish enough to her.

"…You were dead," She replied softly. She squirmed under his eyes, afraid he'd be upset by her dream.

He seemed undisturbed, "How did I die?"

This was where she drew the line. Starfire's arms slipped from around his neck and fell to her sides as she rolled over, pushing him away from herself. He landed beside her, causing the bed to spring once under his weight and the force of his fall. He pouted, wanting to know more. His fingers made their way down her arm, wresting his hand on her waist. "Please?" He begged, extending his lower lip adorably at her.

"…I killed you." She whispered, hiding her head under her pillow again. "I am so very sorry, Friend Robin! I did not mean to!" Her voice came out muffled, but he could understand her well enough.

He smiled, shaking his head as he retracted his hand from her waist. He knew what this stupid dream felt like. "It's alright Star, it was only a nightmare." He removed the pillow from her face. Out of curiosity, he added lightly, "…But how did you kill me?"

Even in the dim-lighting of his room, he could she was blushing. "…I attempted to bake you a cake of celebration for your day of birth, but…" She stopped for a moment. "Friend Cyborg warned me that putting mustard in a cake was not a very good idea, but I did not heed it, and added it anyway. And then you took a bite and turned as green as Friend Beast Boy, and…" She ran out of breath here.

There was a moment of silence, then Robin's laughter resounded fully through the room. He rolled on his side, clutching it as it ached from all the chuckles spewing from his mouth. He grabbed at a pillow and sat up, covering his mouth and letting the pillow drop. Starfire stared at him curiously. Was it really so funny that she'd poisoned him? She hadn't thought so…

"Star! Putting mustard into cake isn't deadly," He reassured her. Seeing that she still didn't look convinced, he climbed out of bed and pulled her with him. The doors to his room swooshed close behind them as they exited and descended the stairs into their recreational room.

Robin dragged her to the counter and small area serving as their kitchen. He sat her down and went to the cupboard, retrieving cake mix. He brought it to the table before her, setting it down as he gathered a few other ingredients and utensils needed for baking a cake. Finally, he went to their refrigerator, pulling a large bottle of mustard out.

"I'll prove it to you, alright? Here, open that packet of cake mix. We only need to add eggs and a bit of water that way." It was like a quick-brownie-fix he'd found at the Grocery store a while back. Cyborg insisted if he bought it they'd make a cake that very night for no apparent reason. Yet the humanoid hadn't kept up the promise, and so it had merely sat there for a month or so.

The two followed the instructions carefully. The Boy Wonder seemed bright through the entire process, and Starfire simply couldn't figure out why. He was down here, baking a supposedly threatening cake with her at what…two thirty in the morning? And yet he seemed as happy as ever.

Starfire stood with the bowl, pouring the mix into a round pan and sticking it into the oven to bake. She took a step back to watch the kitchen appliance for a moment before she turned. She came back to the table, passing Robin to reach her own chair. However, her wrist was caught at the last minute, and her body jerked downward, into the lap of her black-haired admirer.

She quickly found herself engaged in another kiss as he turned her face towards his own. When he broke away, his arms snaked around her waist, holding her from behind as his head rested against her bare shoulder. She closed her eyes, sinking into his grasp comfortably. "I am sorry for waking you," She finally whispered.

"Don't be," He replied lazily. "I don't mind."

She smiled at his lenient nature with her. He always had been patient when it came to her worries. And as silly as she knew the dream seemed to him, it was a rather traumatic one for her. She could feel his breathing even out, and figured he was most likely in a shallow sleep. She yawned, closing her own eyes to rest through the wait.

A little while later, the two were woken by the beeping of the oven. Starfire jumped to her feet happily, briskly reaching for the oven. Robin stopped her again though. With a kind smile, he held up a pair of oven mitts. "You'll burn yourself," He said softly. "The oven gets pretty hot."

She knew this, but excitement had gotten the better of her. With a flush of embarrassment, she removed her cake. Robin had gone back to his seat, where he was poised, watching her with a cocky grin at the moment. He slid the bottle of mustard towards her as she placed the cake on the table.

Slowly, almost unsure about the whole ordeal, Starfire reached for the mustard and slid the cap open. She waited a moment, watching the cake as it slowly cooled, then squirted the mustard over a small portion of it. She looked to Robin expectantly.

He picked up a knife he'd retrieved earlier, cutting into the part of the cake sprinkled with mustard. He bit into it after a moment, knowing this wasn't going to taste very good. And he was right…indeed it didn't. However, he'd take the bitter taste for Starfire so long as it made her happy.

She watched him through bright, worried eyes. He swallowed and suppressed the urge to make a gruesome face, "…See? I'm fine," He reassured her, stomaching the vile substance. He offered the rest of the piece to her. She slowly took it, sinking her own teeth into it. If Robin was still alive, she'd be able to eat it safely too, right?

Finding the taste rather appealing, her face lit up and she clapped her hands joyously, taking to the air. She floated before the table, grabbing another piece as Robin cut it for her. He continued to watch her eat the mustard-topped cake, face contorted in disgust.

She downed that one too, smiling cleanly as she settled back on the ground. "Can we go back to sleep now?" Robin asked, looking a bit groggy now that exhaustion was taking its toll on him again.

Starfire nodded with a small smile and put the cake away in the refrigerator. She paused, pulling out a container with a picture of yellow-looking frosting on it. "It looks like mustard!" She cooed.

Robin squinted, "…Sort of. That's frosting though, Star. Lemon-flavored, I'm guessing." He pulled her away, swinging the door shut with his foot as he led her back out of the living room and up towards their sleeping quarters. Well…rather, his, as he wasn't about to let her go back to her room. After all, that nightmare must have spooked her an awful lot…right? Robin certainly figured it was a good enough excuse to sleep with her in his arms again.

Starfire followed without another word, letting him enter his room and pull her in also. He let go of her wrist, sliding back into the warmth of his bed and waiting for her to follow. She settled in beside him finally, smiling as she felt his arms around her waist again. She sighed with content, eyes fluttering shut as she enjoyed the silent calm of the room. A few moments later, she felt Robin's body grow a bit limper, notifying her that he was asleep.

She followed his example with a soft yawn, and then all was quiet.

And that's the end! …Of that one-shot at least. Any other requests? I've got a few ideas if not. ) Hm. This one was developed off Master Chief's idea, as I said before. Mind you, it's a bit silly, as you can tell. But I got to thinking, and Starfire isn't about to dream that she stabbed Robin. This way it was simpler and almost foolish that she's dreaming about poisoning him.

Read and Review please! You know they make me happy! Constructive criticism is absolutely welcome, but if you're simply going to flame, that isn't helpful, now is it? D