(A/N)- SPACE HONEYMOON, SPACE HONEYMOON, AND MORE SPACE HONEYMOON because you can't stop me.
Seriously though, I love writing RobStar in newlywed bliss. I should maybe do a whole fic for it one day.
Disclaimer: Whew it is hot outside. But I still don't own Teen Titans
RobStar Week 2019, Day 3 - Lost
"We are so lost," Robin moaned, snuggling closer to Starfire as they lounged under the tropical ferns.
She shifted down a little, so she could lay her head more comfortably on his shoulder. "Indeed," she agreed with a laugh. "But it is not so bad the place to be lost in."
"All things considered, no," added Robin.
They fell into a companionable silence for a while, just lying there and enjoying the feel of each other's skin, the prickly tickle of the sand beneath them, the gentle wafting breeze that floated in and out of the shady trees, rippling the water of the clear blue pond they were next to.
Somewhere off behind them they could hear the steady crash and swell of the ocean. A croaking warble in the canopy signaled the presence of some kind of alien bird. Azure clouds drifted in front of the pink sky they could glimpse between the leafy green branches.
Starfire sighed in contentment, pressing herself closer to Robin.
"I wish we never had to return," she said.
"I know," he told her, arms tightening around her body. "Me too." He rubbed her back, kissing her hair softly, and she melted into him, closing her eyes in bliss.
They stayed that way for several minutes, the pleasant heat of noonday creeping across their skin.
Robin chuckled suddenly.
"What is it?" Starfire asked, turning her head.
"I was just thinking it was a shame we didn't pack any swimsuits," he said. "This is like… perfect pool weather."
An orange finger trailed down his chest and Starfire's face was suddenly very close.
"Who is saying we need the swimsuits?" she teased cheekily, a bit of a purr in her voice. "We are married, after all."
For a second or two Robin was braindead, mutely dazed by her brazen insinuations. "R-right, I mean—" he stammered, his tongue suddenly useless, flailing about. "Of course we don't—I was just—I was—"
He stopped before he could embarrass himself further, shaking his head, kickstarting his thoughts back into order.
"You've gotta stop doing that to me," he complained.
"But it is so delightful to see you flustered," Starfire gushed, smiling, leaning her chin on his sternum and pillowing her arms across his collar. "I do so greatly enjoy your adorable sputtering."
Heat unrelated to the tropical temperature crept a slow path across his face. Robin cleared his throat, straightening.
"In all seriousness though," he said, scooting back and starting to get up. "We probably should find the ship again. At very least because all our food is in there."
Starfire drooped with disappointment only momentarily. "Very well. You are correct." She floated up to her feet with ease, holding out her hand to help Robin up. "Do you remember which direction we came?"
"Uh…" Robin squinted up through the ferns towards the blazing sun above them. "I think we went south, then west for a bit along that ridge. We could retrace our steps up the coastline and then—"
He broke off, smacking the side of his head with the heel of his palm.
"Or I could not be an idiot and remember I married a girl who can fly," he corrected.
She grinned, extending her other hand.
"Shall we?"
His hands found hers and they lifted off, soaring high above the rustling trees in search of the sleek silver gleam that was the Starchaser.