S P A R K S
a short one shot by insensato
disclaimer: teen titans will never be mine for the taking
There was mutual attraction behind each loaded gaze. Whenever our eyes locked, I never wanted to pull away.
Sometimes though, I had to give in to his intense stares, unable to continue this battle of wills and lust. But despite the feeling of submission, I thrive under his watchful attention and wonder if I made him as hot and bothered as he made me.
These feelings had never been new, but now that we were all a little bit older, these feelings were more understandable and perhaps, even more welcome.
I had to admit though, I'm scared. I'm scared of what the future will bring. Would we still be the Teen Titans when we're not teens anymore, or would we have broken up and each gone our separate ways?
What I want to know most of all is, where is Robin in my future? Would we still be fellow superheroes fighting for justice? Would we be friends, beyond the sense of kinship in work? Or would or could we be something more?
Something more... Something more.
I refuse to think about it for a minute more. It's impossible.
He loves Starfire. Starfire with her lustrous red locks and long legs that go on for miles. Starfire with her slim body and her exotic ginger complexion and her bright expressive green eyes. Starfire in her midriff-baring top and ass-skimming miniskirt. Starfire, the universal female sex symbol with her perkiness, both physically and mentally.
I wonder if his current attraction to me is something more. Something worth molding and building. I can't be sure though, and I will not give into rash impulses. Life must be lived carefully, with each and every possibility weighed thoroughly. That's why it would be reckless of me to throw myself head over heels into this growing relationship.
Happy rejects the obvious, that he lusts after me.
But I look into the mirror, and Intelligence is nodding right next to me. There is no Arrogance, smirking wickedly. Intelligence analyzes objectively. You could say that what I lack vertically, I more than make up for horizontally. It's true, you just never know because I hide behind my trusty cloak. Starfire could never have the boobs or ass I have, and sometimes I have to wonder over that—she eats practically thrice her weight. Call it genetics.
Besides what she lacks for in figure, she more than compensates for in personality. She's bubbly and open. Your endearing girl next door. Wouldn't you rather have an enchanting woman with both killer legs and charm? Look at me. I'm a freaking gray-skinned demon for chrissakes.
I'm just your resident gothic, and I'll confess I border on sadomasochistic fetish, even though technically I've never had any experience—yeah laugh it up, I'm a virgin at eighteen—but the concept appeals to me. Especially if the Boy Blunder's involved… Mmm, tied to my bedposts and spread-eagled. I can see myself slinking along his built form, bodily pressed against him in the most intimate of ways... my fingers slowly coming up to the edges of his mask... and his tortured groans.
Oh baby, I'm salivating. I'm shaking. I'm excited.
It's a shame we were never meant to be.
If you only knew what you started Robin. You sparked something new in me.