Disclaimer: Jag äger inte rättigheterna till "Teen Titans". Did it in Swedish again…
Pairing: Slade/Robin
Warning: Flirting goes on and if you have a severe fluff allergy you better skip this drabble. Everyone else should grab their antihistamine just in case…
Background: Another future-fic to "Terms"… God… I need help to leave this world. What's wrong with me? Set before "Old Friends", exactly when, you should be able to deduce from the title and story… not important, though…
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Anniversary
Robin stretched like he always did, waking up. They had come home from a theft really late the night before and decided that they deserved to sleep in. Robin was surprised to see that Slade actually had, as the man was stretched out beside him. He wasn't sleeping, though… a lazy smile was on his lips and Robin smiled back. They had been great last night. High-tech security… ha! Give him an old security guard with a flashlight any day, there was a threat!
"Has the customer called?" Robin wanted to know.
"One hour ago. Transaction complete."
"Good…. so we can afford the rent this month?" Robin joked, coaxing a chuckle from the man he loved.
"How about a new bike as a treat? I know you miss your old one…"
"Yes, well… I'd rather ride you." Robin grinned and threw a leg over the man's hips. "Though you don't handle so well in curves and I have never been able to figure out where the breaks are…"
The man only chuckled again.
"Omnia non satis." Slade purred and kissed the boy's neck.
"Excuse me?"
"I think it defines you. It's Latin. Don't tell me your education lack when it comes to ancient languages? We must remedy that."
"I lack in nothing!" Robin laughed. "Ok, let's see… omnia… well omnipotent means all powerful, right, so Omnia must mean 'all' or 'everything'… 'non' is a negative of some sort and 'satis'… something related to satisfied?"
"Very good, Robin. 'Omnia non satis' means, roughly, 'everything is not enough'…"
"Sooo… you are telling me I'm greedy?"
"In a way. Or rather commending you on the fact that you realize you are deserving of everything… and more…" Slade grinned.
"Right…." Robin glared a bit at the man, not sure if he was being made fun off. Then he thought of something. "Anything in the papers?" He liked to read about their heists.
"Yes. They are rather quick to catch on, the reporters in this city." Slade muttered and handed the boy the morning paper. Robin wondered where he got it. They sure as hell didn't have a paper boy… maybe he stole it off someone's porch. That thought made Robin smirk. As he was about to read the headline his eyes stuck on the date, and he blinked.
"You know what? It's our anniversary…"
"Our what?"
"Since I joined you. It's been a year."
"Time sure flies when you're having fun, doesn't it?" Slade chuckled. "You are not expecting flowers or anything, are you?" he added, laughter in his voice.
Robin gasped in a fake shock.
"What? No flowers? No candy? No candlelit dinner? I'm appalled at you!" he actually managed a glare before cracking up. "Well…" he added "Can I at least expect a good fuck?"
"Aren't they all?" Slade replied instantly, grinning like the Cheshire cat
"You are so full of yourself."
"Maybe I should fill you?"
"You just won't let me win this, will you?"
"Why? Anyhow you get the reward, don't you?"
Robin sighed and shook his head. "Just for that I'm going to call you 'honey' all day. In public too."
"You don't have the nerve…" Slade warned.
"I don't?" Robin looked up at him, eyes glittering. He loved a challenge. And he hated to loose.
"Maybe you do…" Slade seemed to hesitate. "I guess I just have to keep you in bed all day, then."
Robin wrapped his arms around the man's neck.
"Oh, honey, that's all I wanted for our anniversary!"
It was Slade's turn to sigh. He rather suspected that Robin had won this round…
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A/N: Short, fluffy and totally meaningless! (There… that's the review all ready for you…!) Who-ho! It felt so good to write, though… a real drabble… ;o). Hope it at least was a bit entertaining so I didn't totally waste your time…