(A/N)- An excuse to get Robin and Starfire in sexy beachwear? Why of course!
Also summer is my favorite season so you bet I was gonna enjoy this prompt.
Disclaimer: Huh, looks like I don't own the Teen Titans franchise. Darn.
RobStar Week 2017, Day 5 - Summer
Out of all the Earth seasons, the hot three month period between June and August was Starfire's favorite. The soaring temperatures and stifling humidity reminded her fondly of the once lush and tropical climate of her home on Tamaran.
The vegetation was still slowly growing back, the barren, dust-blasted plains only just starting to heal from the planet's five year war against the Gordanians, so this was the closest she could get, currently, to her childhood memories of warm weather and vibrant colors.
Starfire especially loved the rich blue of the ocean. Silt and particular species of plankton and krill tinted the waters pink on Tamaran, a light rose near the shore that faded into a deep magenta. The waters here on Earth looked so much more alive, brilliant turquoise melting into navy, white caps cresting, patches of green kelp visible from above.
She relaxed against the back of the striped canvas chair, soaking in the rays of the sun and watching her fellow beach-goers frolic and play in the waves and on the yellow sand.
Crime tended to drop during the summer too, which meant the Titans had more days off to take a break, relax, have fun, spend some time together. It meant she got to see more of Robin.
In more ways than one, she thought, drawing her eyes over the toned lines of his back in appreciation.
A thin sheen of sweat glimmered on his skin, as he ran forward to punt the volleyball Cyborg had lobbed at him. He wasn't overly-built, but very clearly athletic and well-exercised, his muscles taut and lean, the sinews pulling and stretching as he moved. He looked excellently crafted, from the top of his neck to his nicely rounded buttocks, which Starfire found herself staring at perhaps a little more intently than she should.
He didn't seem to mind, though, when he caught her eyes. He stepped to the side, away from the game, coming up to her with a teasing grin.
"Enjoying the view?" he quipped.
"Indeed," Starfire purred, her eyes raking over his bare chest. She beamed, raising her arms to stretch and at the same time floating up from her seat, turning upright to set her feet down in the soft sand. "And you?" she asked, posing cheekily for him. She knew he loved it when she wore this particular two-piece green bikini.
His arms came around her waist. "You're gorgeous, Star," he said, nibbling a little at her ear. "As always."
The words still made her giggle, no matter how many times he said it. "Shall we obtain refreshments?" she inquired.
"Sure. I could eat something." He turned towards the others, sliding a hand up her back. "Hey guys! Star and I are getting ice cream!" he called.
Beast Boy bounced up and down, waving a hand. "Oooh! Get me a three-scoop pistachio waffle cone with walnuts and rainbow sprinkles!"
"Make mine a double-dip chocolate swirl!" called Cyborg.
Robin turned to where their empath was lounging under their beach umbrella, enjoying the shade and a new novel. "Raven, you want anything?"
She looked up from her book, curling her long bare legs a little bit.
"I guess I'll take a vanilla cone," she said, at ease enough to give a rare smile.
"We will be back shortly!" Starfire promised, as Robin took her hand comfortably.
The two of them strolled along the beach towards the food stands, warm sand tickling between their toes, the salty ocean breeze drifting in and blowing gently through their hair.
Starfire sighed in contentment.
"Something wrong?" Robin asked.
"Nothing is wrong at all," Starfire said, with a little shake of her head. "I love this."
Sensing her words were genuine, Robin leaned into her arm. "Yeah… It's nice to have a day off from being heroes."
"A little quiet perhaps," Starfire mused.
"Quiet is nice! I like quiet," Robin insisted. "This kind of quiet at least. It means no one's in danger. Not immediate danger anyway."
"I was about to say…" laughed Starfire, remembering her boyfriend's chronic inability to relax, even when there was a lull in crime.
"I know, I worry too much," Robin said with a tired smile.
She squeezed his hand. "You do indeed. But I love you even still," she told him, pecking his cheek.
He grinned. "I'll bet we can reach the food stands faster by flying," he suggested, offering up his other hand.
She took it, clasping both his wrists as she easily lifted him into the air, carrying him beneath her and smiling as she carried them to their destination, sunlight beaming on her back.
Carefree and at ease, the two of them set down and began to order.