There are times in a girl's life, where she finds herself wishing that the ground would just open up and swallow her whole. Or that lightening would strike her into a burning crisp. Times like when your hyper-sensitive alien friend asks you to taste her new recipe of only-God-knows-what, or when you first realise that you've got the hots for your team leader. Yet when weighed against what she was feeling now, all that dread and infuriation experienced in those moments kinda paled in comparison.

"Hey guys! Having a good time? Would you like me to come back later?"

If she had not possessed a minimally kind heart, Raven would have gladly turned Cyborg into a vegetable. Possibly a potato. A puny, spotty potato. Then she would stick little Cyborg-potato into the oven, roast him, then take him out and squash his squishy body into mash. Then she would feed him to some well-known vege-loving teen titan and revel in her re…

"Go away Cyborg," a lazy, husky, very male voice growled from the warm body she was currently indecently draped over.

Raven felt her whole body heat up in response to his voice. Oh shit, she groaned mentally. Great, just perfectly great. Fall asleep with Robin why don't ya Raven. And let everyone waltz up and experience the show. And what's with the stupid blushing! Might as well tattoo 'I'm in heat for my team leader' on your bloody head! Why don't you just go shout out to Jump City that you're in love Robin on the Tower top?

Wait. Raven's mouth went dry. I'm in love with Robin?

"What do you want Tin face?" Robin mumbled sleepily, nuzzling his face into the nook of Raven's neck and breathing in her fragrance. She felt tense, not at all soft and yielding as she had been moments before Cyborg decided to make his unwelcome presence known. Robin made a mental note to himself: murder Cyborg.

"Oh nothing much," the metal man answered with a twinkle in his eye, "you see, all I wanted was to set up, or should I say repair the simulator for our team practice. Which is by the way in…say...less than 10 minutes?"

Raven and Robin shot to their feet so fast that they forgot all about their entangled state, resulting with Robin getting floored on his back and Raven inelegantly sprawled over him.

"Oh please! –gasp– If you guys wanted more time alone to –gasp–" Cyborg wheezed painfully through loud gales of laughter, "just say so –gasp– I'll go!"

Annoyed at getting caught, irritated by her clumsiness and downright pissed off by some soon-to-be-potato's laughter, Raven flung herself off Robin and retreated a good distance away, making a show of smoothening out the creases in her jumpsuit.

Then, clothes still crumpled, hair sticking up in awkward angles and nose high in the air, Raven announced that she was going to her room, and that she would make anyone who even dared speak of what just happened suffer for eternity.

And then she fled.

"I trust you're not going to blab about this to the others." Robin said quietly after Raven (and her bruised pride) swept out of the room. It wasn't so much a question than it was a statement.

Cyborg turned to the superhero in surprise, eyebrows raised at the subtle warning. Smiling reproachfully, the robot man sighed lightly, "come on Rob, we're friends. Besides, Rae's like a sister to me. Speaking of which, do I have to ask if you know what you're doing?"

Robin couldn't resist smirking at his best friend's open concern for the sorceress. It was just that if Raven knew that Cyborg was initiating this conversation with him of all people, she'd most likely shred Cyborg into a heap of scrap metal.

Cyborg's mirth vanished, leaving behind a very big, very imposing looking muscled man. And when he spoke, his voice was deadly serious.

"Robin. If you hurt Raven in any way…" he let his words hang in the air, sure that the boy wonder was clever enough to fill in the blanks for himself.

"I could never hurt Raven." Robin's voice sounded devoid of any emotion.

"That's what you think Robin. But you gotta remember, Rae's not like all those other girls you've gone out with. They knew the game, but she doesn't! If what's between you two burns out faster than those infatuations you've had, what's gonna happen to her when you get bored? Raven's not the love-her than leave-her kind of girl, and I'm not going to stand by and watch you play with her feelings. So if you're not serious, then leave her the hell alo–"

"No." Robin almost shouted. Fist clenched and arrogant chin stubbornly up, the superhero drew himself up to his full height. (Which unfortunately still left him half a head shorter than the metal man)

"I love her."

Silence filled the room as the two heroes stood motionless in shock. One stunned by the sudden acclamation of love, and the other inwardly berating himself for stupidly blurting out his (until then) well-hidden feelings.

"Well. I guess that's alright then." Cyborg said in a choked voice, "I mean if you really love her…"

"I do." He said it immediately and without any hesitation. There was no point trying to deny the truth, Robin thought. It even felt strangely relieving; finally being able to admit those suppressed feelings to someone. And at least it was to Cyborg. Robin could always count on him to keep his secrets.

"So," Cyborg coughed embarrassedly, "how long have you…um…been …uh…"

"In love with her?" Robin finished for him unabashedly. "I don't know really."

His azure eyes clouded over and his expression turned pensive, "I think I've been in love with her ever since the first time we met. But I never paid any attention to those feelings. I just assumed they were teenage hormones or something…you know, like some kind of infatuation that would soon blow away…but it didn't go. It stayed. And it bloody irritated me. Then one day I woke up…and I just knew."

"Do you know if she loves you?" Cyborg asked quietly.

Robin frowned. He didn't know. Their relationship, though intimate, had always been friendly and platonic. But now, had they crossed the line from being comrades to maybe something more? He hoped so. Hell, he wasn't even sure what Raven felt for him, whether it was affection or lust. But one thing he did know for certain was that Raven cared deeply for him. And that she responded his kisses. For the moment, that would be enough.

However, Robin did not scare his musings with Cyborg, choosing instead to respond with a shrug.

"I just want to take it slow." He explained, "if I rush Raven, I might scare her away…"

As Robin faltered off, he swung his gaze back to Cyborg. And for a spit-second, Robin marvelled to see a million-watt grin shining brightly against the metal man's tanned face. Then as quick as a flash, it disappeared, leaving behind a cheeky grin and an evil glint in his human eye.

"Hmmm... So now since you two are…as one might so eloquently put it…at it," Cyborg wagged his eyebrows suggestively at Robin, "should I be worrying about any bumping noises in the night?"

With a disgusted yell strangled with laughter, Robin flung himself at his friend, swinging his fist in a wide arch to slam into his–

Butt swaying seductively? –check. Hips slightly tilted forward? –check. Lips set in pout mode? –check. Strut forward, position legs and stop. Hair flip –now.

Terra almost giggled at the totally mind-blown expression on Beast Boy's face. He looked so utterly adorable. A loud beeping noise emitted from the machine behind her and the big, blaring red sign GAME OVER appeared on the screen. Yet Beast Boy's eyes never left her body, arranges as it was in a seemingly casual yet sexy pose. If only he knew how long she had spent practicing it in the mirror, almost twisting her ankle trying to master the catwalk. With a quick flutter of her eyelashes, Terra whirled around and sauntered off onto the balcony. 3…2…1. There came a crash from inside and she could hear a mad scrambling. Out of the corner of her eye, Terra could see Beast Boy bounce off the couch and race towards her, leaving behind the evil controller and PC game that had stolen his attention away.

Whoever said that seduction was not an art?

(am not really happy with that last phrase. Can you guys help me think of something better?)

Dear gentle readers,

Haha, I know I've been bad, not updating and everything. What can I say? I've been lazy and my other obsessions have taken up precious writing time. At least I have added a lot of other fantastic Teen Titan stories to my favourites list. Go check them out. All that are there are the best I could find. There's –ahem– Inuyasha, Fullmetal Alchemist, Gundam Seed, Harry Potter, Cardcaptor Sakura (or so I think anyway). So go nuts! Sit in front of the computer all day long and ignore your homework! That's what I've been doing…xx
And also, this chapter's not finished yet. I just thought you guys shouldn't be made to wait any longer. Sorry again!

theLilyLady

A little snippet of the rest of the chapter.

"Did you know you drool in your sleep?"

Robin's eyes widened in shock and his hand flew up to feel his mouth. Sure enough, there was a trail of dried spit to the right of his bottom lip.

Seeing Robin's horrified expression, Raven added soothingly, "don't worry Robin, I actually think it's kinda adorable."

"You do?" he asked hopefully in a small voice.

Raven snorted, "yeah real turn on. So, wanna tell me what other little sleeping habits you've got? Do you also suck your thumb?"

Robin frowned with displeasure.

"Awww look now you're pouting!"

"I'm not pouting. I don't pout, never have."

"Don't be such a baby…" Raven crooned. "And you are pouting."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am NOT!"

"You know, when you're mad, you get these little creases on your face. Right here." Leaning forward, Raven lightly brushed her lips across his forehead.

Robin's whole body went taut with shock and, much as he hated to admit it, desire. What did…did she just…was Raven alright?