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I don't know if it's even that descriptive, but I'm gonna warn you know so I don't have people flaming me later. There is a scene with… foreplay? Is that what it's called? Well, it's not a full-blown sex scene…hell, it's not even a sex scene…damn, and I'm confusing even myself. Anyways, there's some stuff in here that I want to warn you about…yeah. It' s still PG-13 or T, or whatever the hell the rating is on the summery-thingy. But I did warn you, so don't flame me for having something like that in here. I'm just experimenting…sorry if it sucks…but I don't even go into detail…at least not that much…I hope I didn't go into too much detail…how about you just take my warning to heart and skip it if your worried, and ignore me completely. Yeah, but don't skip the whole chapter, cause I got a scene of thriller in here! Yey me! Anyway, enjoy. Think I warned ya'll enough? 10 of 'em. Still not enough?


"I cannot thank you enough for talking to Twain and allowing me to journey with Mallory." Starfire ran the brush through her curls, smiling at Robin. He sat Indian-Style on her bed, plucking at a lose thread.

"Yeah, I got my butt chewed out about it as well."

Twisting her hair into a thick bun, she turned to look at him. "I am sorry, but after the day Mallory's had, I could not say no."

He sighed, laying back and folding his arms under his head. "Yeah, I know. But this means you're canceling our dinner date, so now, you owe me not only once, but twice."

He heard her drop the brush and smiled. "I'm already thinking of your payback."

She sat beside him, then stretched out, laying on her side and using her elbow to support her head so she could glare at him good-naturedly. "What are you thinking, Robin?"

He turned his head to grin at her. "It's a secret."

"Well, how am I supposed pay you back if I do not know what I am supposed to do?"

"Oh, you know in due time." Shifting on his side, he mimicked her posture. "What time is she coming again?"

"Six-thirty. Why?"

Robin craned his neck to glanced at the clock. "Onlyfifteen minutes."

She gave him a 'what are you up to' stare. "Robin—"

Using his free hand, he pulled down her head and slanted his mouth over hers. Though it was not the first time he had kissed her, her heart jumped into her throat. Using his body, he pushed her down onto her back, his lips still melded with hers, and expertly slid a hand beneath her sweater to feel the soft yet muscled skin below.

She melted beneath his skilled hands before her conscience got the better of her. She was heading down the same path as Mallory had once taken. Robin was clouding all of her senses, her judgment, leading her into nothing but tragedy. She shouldn't allow him to touch her as he was. He didn't care about her the way she hoped for, yearned for. All he wanted was her physically, nothing else. He didn't want love, her love, just her body. That was all he would ever want. And it something she couldn't give him, not without sacrifice. Right now, she just wasn't ready for the pain and heartbreak.

"Robin, wait." To her distain, her voice was nothing more than a moan. Gathering her scattered wits, she out her hands to his chest, and willed herself to push him off her. But her hands deceived her and fisted, clutching the material of his shirt in her hands. But when he slid a hand beneath her skirt, her once gathered logic scattered and her mind went blank. What was she trying to do again? Right, she was trying to get him off…oh God.

Again, her body betrayed her and her back arched into his hand. Damn it all! Why couldn't she tell him to stop? Not that she wasn't enjoying it, but she knew he would take what he wanted and leave. But, oh God, it felt so good.

Robin abandoned her lips and trailed butterfly kisses down her jaw, then to her throat. He playfully nipped at the base of her throat while his hands worked magic on her.

"Robin," she gasped, trying desperately to tell him to stop. Again, she couldn't. There was no way she could tell him to stop. Damn it, she didn't want him to stop. He really shouldn't have this kind of control over her. She couldn't even breathe right, for crying out loud. Star closed her eyes as the pleasure built inside her, her nails digging into his shoulder.

Robin kissed the pulse pounding in her throat. He seriously needed to stop before he took things too far. He had never even planned on doing this to her, but he just wanted to show her…what did he want to show her? What she was missing out on? What he was missing out on? Maybe he did it because he wanted to show her pleasure. But it didn't matter. He had already taken things too far. He should have never kissed her for the first time in the stupid tub she was so happy over. He should have never kissed her in the park, or in the kitchen, where he had almost taken her there, or now. But he did and, damnit, he wasn't about to stop because of a guilty conscience. Her little gasps and moans were already driving him mad, and even if he wanted to stop, he couldn't have.

Suddenly, she clenched his fingers, crying out his name, her body trembling, before going limp beneath him. Then…she shoved him off the bed so he was sent sprawling on his back on the hardwood floor. He stared at the ceiling for a moment as the impact jarred his system and left his butt pounding. That was defiantly going to leave a bruise. With a groan, he sat up and peaked over the bed.

Starfire had both hands pressed to her forehead, as if a headache pounded at her temples. But, he mused, she was trying to gather her senses. That was good and fine with him, but did she have to push him off the bed?

She glanced at him, blushed a deep crimson, which he had never seen before on her, scrambling to her dresser and pulling out more clothes before running to the bathroom and slamming the door.

He stared at the door, his head cocked, before pulling himself up.

"Well," he mumbled to himself as he dusted his clothesoff. "That was interesting." Running a hand through his hair, Robin sauntered out of her room, his body full of male arrogance.

Leaping over the sofa and landing gracefully, he sprawled back, one arm thrown over the back of the couch, and grinned at nothing in particular.

The doorbell shrilled, and he gave a small jump before rolling his eyes at his nerves, which seemed to be on end. Standing up, he answered the door. Mallory stood there, a bundled-up toddler on her hip and a bright smile on her face. "Hi. Didn't know you lived here with Rose."

"I don't." He grinned at the look of surprise that filled her face before she laughed. "Right. My mistake."

Inviting her in, he shut the door behind her. "Star—Rose is in the bathroom, changing." Hoping Mallory didn't catch his stupid slipup, he leaned a hip against the counter and asked, "Would you like anything to drink?"

She shook her head, shifting Christian as his little hands reached for anything and everything. His pale eyes were heavy with fatigue, but he was too interested in his surrounding to succumb to something as boring as sleep.

"Alright." Suddenly, his mistake hit him. He forgot his Australian drawl. Damnit, Star had his mind jumbled and he wasn't thinking straight.

Mallory didn't seem to notice. That, or she was too busy trying to wrestle her hair out of her son's tight grip. She laughed, tugging the strand free. "Do you live close by, or did you drive here?"

"I live next door." Mallory stared at him for a minute, which had him shifting. He hoped her mother radar wasn't catching his lie. I guess, he mused with an inward flinch, I overdid the accent.

"Really?" She dropped her eyes back down to Christian, who was now enthralled with the hood of Mallory's pullover. Mallory slid a finger into the sweater to keep from being choked. "How lucky for you, living next door to your girlfriend." Her eyes narrowed slightly. "You two are dating, right? Or are you just friends?"

"I, uh…"

"We are just friends." Starfire walked out of her room in a completely different outfit. The simple hooded pullover and jeans should have lessened the appeal, but Robin's mouth watered all the same. Her smile was real, not fake, and, he noticed with pride, her eyes glowed. He hoped it was because of him. Or what he did to her.

Starfire walked to Mallory, who looked like an ant next to Star, and smiled down at the toddler. Bashful, Christian buried his head in the crook of his mother's neck and peeked at Star with a grin. He then yawned. Mallory chuckled. "Would you like to hold him?"

Starfire blinked. "I, uh…"

"Don't worry. It just comes naturally once you hold them." Shifting again, Mallory position Christian so his back rested against his mother's chest. "Hold out your arms."

Nervous, Starfire held out her hands. Christian looked at her outstreched arms, then to her face, before leaning forward with a squeal so Star could hold him. Once the toddler was in her arms, he fell asleep, his head against her shoulder and his tiny hand clutching a lose curl that had fallen out of the simple bun at the base of her nape.

Robin cleared his throat as an unusual felling clutched his heart. The sight of Star holding a baby was not what Robin needed right now. If he allowed it, he would be picturing Star with his kid. His stomach clenched, though not in a bad way, and he groaned inwardly. Bad emotions. Very, very bad emotions. He didn't want to think about kid's of his own until he was at least thirty-five. All he wanted right now was to play around, not picture Starfire carrying his child. Damn.

"Awh, he likes you. He usually doesn't warm up to people really well. I'm surprised, actually. It takes days for him to let someone hold him. I guess you just have a motherly trait in you." Robin groaned. Mallory was the only on to hear it, and grinned. "Come on, I don't want to be too late. Wyatt should have already left for work, so now's the perfect time to go."

"Alright." Still holding the slumbering child, Starfire blushed as she said goodbye to Robin and followed Mallory to the elevator.

Pressing to bottom floor once they were inside the cart, Mallory sent Star a sly look. "So, how long was he there?"

"Who?"

Mallory rolled her eyes and grinned. "Grayson. How long was he there?"

Starfire flushed. "Since we got home for school. Why do you ask?"

Mallory shook her head and skillfully flipped the dark blue hood over her sons head without disturbing him. "I'm just wondering if you are as innocent as you truly look."

Taking in Starfire's blush, Mallory chuckled. "I'm only kidding. I just wished I could have maintained my innocence as you do."

Unsure of what to say, Starfire unconsciously rubbed a hand down to boy's back. "It's pretty cold out there, so here," Mallory dug though her diaper bag in search of a blanket.

"I swear, I hate winter. Christian always has the tendency to catch a cold, and when he catches a cold, he stays sick for weeks. So, I bundle him up so he looks like a big fluffball."

Starfire smiled and slid the soft red blanket around the child. "You do mothering well."

Mallory stilled as she lifted the plain black diaper bag. Suddenly, she smiled. "I should hope so."

The elevator doors opened to the parking garage, and Starfire followed Mallory to her car. The sound of their shoes was deafening against the concrete, and Starfire shuddered. Something didn't fell right.

"Jeez, I wished I would have parked closer. It's freezing and creepy and way too dark." Mal was right. Only one flood light lit the way, casting the garage in eerie shadows. The light started to flicker and the girls quickly picked up the pace.

All of a sudden, Mallory gasped, pressing a hand to her heart. "Jesus Christ have mercy on my soul." Starfire's heart jumped into her throat as she glanced around to find the source of Mallory's outburst.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"I thought I saw something."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. A shadow of a man or something."

Trying to push down the unease, Starfire held Christian closer. His tiny Nikes hit her stomach as she walked. "Maybe we are not the only ones down here."

"My point exactly. Lets hurry because I get seriously freaked out when I'm in dark places where shadows are chasing me." The practically ran to Mallory's car and when they had Christian safely buckled in, the climbed in and locked all the doors.

Letting out a breath, Mallory reached for her seatbelt. "Okay, that was completely creepy. Was it just me, or did it feel like we were being watched?"

Starfire gazed out the window into the darkness. "I feel the same."

Mallory shivered noticeably. "God, that was creepy. Next time, how about I just wait outside?"

Starfire laugh despite the apprehension clogging her throat. "Alright. That is fine with me."

Unexpectedly, the one flood light flickered out and they squealed in fright. Christian moaned loudly, but kept his eyes closed, clutching his stuffed Batman close to him.

"Okay, that's it." With a flick of her wrist, Mallory turned on the ignition and flipped on the bright headlights. "How about we start talking, because if there is one thing I can't stand, it's silence."

"Alright." They started to talk, fear evident in there tone as they pulled from the parking lot. Once on the road, they relaxed, never noticing the red beat-up pickup truck that followed.


Short, I know, and all about Robin and Starfire,and the next one will be about Star, too. Then I'll do double servings of Raven and Beast Boy. Sorry if I offended you in the chapter. I was just experimenting. Anyways, the next chapter is where the action starts. Until next time!