~RavensMind~

Between Lovebirds: A Series of Shorts

Scene 6: Different Exercises

(Disclaimer: This chapter is the reason for the mature rating, so be warned, or be pleased, smut ahead.)

What had started as a bit of instruction on sparring and workouts between two teammates had turned into a series of exhilarating trysts in the Titans Tower locker room after each session. Robin had taken it upon himself to teach Raven some more advanced hand to hand combat moves after an unfortunate run-in with the new Hive students left her seriously injured. Her powers hadn't been enough to combat the surprise addition of more enemies that poured out from a Hive member's van.

It had caught everyone off guard, but Raven had been the closest, and wasn't fast enough to escape before they all but surrounded her. Starfire and Cyborg leapt in to break them up while Robin swung through and grabbed Raven. A few broken bones had been enough to justify some more training. He was worried about her and insisted that she should train with him. Initially, she had agreed to satisfy the team's concern, and nothing more.

All Robin wanted to do was to get Raven in better fighting shape so that she wouldn't need to rely on her powers all the time, and could better defend herself. He had no indication or thought that she would've taken to him, or their sessions as well as she had. He never in a thousand years would've expected to hear her say how much she wanted him and then to later hear her say she loved him. Even lying next to her now in his bed, he couldn't believe his luck, and wasn't sure how to tell the team they were dating. He went back through the last couple months in his head, trying to find where he might begin.

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"Try another set of weights, I don't think you're ready for those," Robin said with a chuckle just as Raven made to pick up two of his dumbbells.

"Maybe. Doubt there's a smaller set around though, knowing you and Cyborg," Raven commented.

"'Knowing us?'" Robin asked.

"Competitive. Ridiculously competitive. Borderline insane compet-," Raven started.

"I get it, I get it," he said with a laugh, "but you're right, we don't have small sets. That's why I got you your own, to start with."

This was day three of Robin's new training program for Raven and things had gotten off to a rough start as the others had insisted on supporting their friend by working out around her and Robin in the tower's new gym that Cyborg had built. When Beast Boy chucked a stankball across the room and plugged Cyborg in the back of the head, things got out of hand from there, so Robin made a schedule where he and Raven would go through exercises undisturbed after the others had gotten in their own workouts. He stood in his uniform, sans cape, on a mat next to the pool holding a new set of smaller weights out to her with a smile on his face. She was sitting in a lotus position on the floor on her own mat in her uniform, minus the cloak.

"Thanks, I guess," Raven said as she took the weights from him, "so, what are you gonna do while I lift?"

"As long as you stick to the reps and sets I've lined out, I'll just lift too, figure we could use a chill day after yesterday's sparring session," Robin said.

"In other words, you're keeping an eye on me so I don't cheat and use my powers," she said.

"Kinda, but hey, I need a workout too," he said with a smile, reaching for his own weights.

"Sure, because you're not already...well, 'built,'" she observed dryly.

He paused just before he raised one of his dumbbells and regarded her with a curious smirk, watching her face as it changed from a brief awkward expression back to the stoic one she always wore. He expected her sarcasm, but it was uncharacteristic of her to appraise him so openly. He also wouldn't call himself 'built' and the word choice made him chuckle inwardly. Sure, he was pretty well muscled, but not massive. In fact he had tried not to bulk up to stay agile. Wait, since when did she check him out? He'd caught himself doing it a few times, too, but he never said anything.

"I wouldn't say that," he remarked with a chuckle, "you're pretty uh, toned yourself."

"So... you've noticed," she said as her cheeks flushed.

Was she blushing? Yes. Was it getting hotter in the room? No, it was just him. He started doing bicep curls as he tried to find words to get them out of this awkward conversation. His eyes roamed over her as she copied him, lifting her own weights. He had noticed her more, every time she bent over, or leaned across the couch to grab her book. Their bond tugged at the threads of his thoughts to direct his awareness. He felt her emotions surge and judging by their intensity, she was mulling over similar thoughts about him.

"I-yes, I have," he responded.

Her eyes widened and her attention was entirely on him. She nearly dropped the weights when she uncurled her arms, but managed to tighten her grip. It was her turn to be speechless and track his motions quietly. Her eyes went from his muscled arms to his sprinter's legs in thin tights. Whether he was pouring over evidence at a desk or dashing after criminals in front of her, those tights always captured her gaze, and a small part of her wondered if they hid secrets well or not - they showed off plenty. He finished his set and put the dumbbells down, awkwardly walking off to fetch two kettlebells. She swallowed at the thought of being so close during squats. It was city-wide knowledge among the fangirls, and fanboys, of the Titan guys, Robin had the best butt. Raven shook her head and tried to dismiss these thoughts, but they came to her unbidden.

"And?" Raven asked as he returned to her with the kettlebells.

"'And' what?" Robin asked.

"Well...do you, um, like... what you see?" she asked as she bit her lip.

Not even the mask on his face could hide how much the question surprised him. Robin shifted on his feet and set one of the kettlebells down to scratch the back of his neck. Raven started to regret asking as the silence drew longer between them. This was completely new territory and he wasn't sure he should enter it with her. Then he reminded himself that things didn't need to get complicated. Neither of them had admitted to having any feelings yet, this was just about attraction. Maybe it could stay there.

"Yeah, you look awesome-I mean, you're beautiful," he admitted.

She could've made some quip in reply, but she didn't, instead her face reddened and she turned away as she continued her bicep curls. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, not daring to push his luck by saying anything else. Ruining the mood wasn't his forte anyway, he'd leave that job to his green teammate. He looked away from her and lowered himself into a squat with his kettlebell, deciding that he could move on while she finished her set. He wondered what she might say next, trying not to get his hopes too high. Robin hadn't managed to get through four squats before the lights overhead burst. As soon as he heard the noise, he dropped the kettlebell and made to cover Raven from any falling shards, but she was already covering her own head. He reached out and touched her shoulder, then the water in the pool turned black and began swirling into a whirlpool. She stepped away from him and let out a deep breath, followed by her mantra: Azarath Metrion Zinthos. The water returned to normal after a few moments.

"Can we pick this up tomorrow?" Raven asked.

"Yeah, of course, you okay?" Robin asked.

"I will be," she said as she headed for the locker room.

He watched her leave, thinking that he may have started something that she might not be able to finish, and also that he preferred her without the cloak - it was nice to see that great ass attached to those long, pale, amazing legs. He shook his head at himself, wondering what had gotten into him today. Raven stopped when she reached the locker room door and looked over her shoulder at him.

"Robin," she said.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"You look fantastic...you're handsome," she replied.

That was all she said before she went into the locker room, leaving him alone in the gym. It seemed like it cost her something to say it, but it put them on a level field. He couldn't help the grin that stretched across his face. He wasn't sure what this would mean for them going forward, but he liked it.

A couple weeks passed before Raven or Robin touched on the subject again, every day since had been routine. Their sparring sessions and workouts were awkward at times, but for the most part, things were normal. He wasn't going to say anything, he wanted it to be her choice, even if he was interested in more. He guided her and trained her as a teammate and friend, even through the tension that had been built.

Raven, on the other hand, was on the verge of an emotional explosion after every session with him. She had been trying her best to act as normal as possible, but it was putting more strain on her powers. Just being around him was enough to make her want to spill every wanting thought she had of him, to get him to do something. He was being too cool about this on the surface, but she wasn't about to use their bond to spy on his emotions for something like this. Any more of this tension was going to unravel her.

On a Friday, Robin had broken off their schedule to do a little more research for a lead, but told Raven to work out anyway on her own. She was annoyed, but understood. She did all of her sets with the new weights and squats and some running on the treadmill, finishing up with some light yoga and a dip in the pool for a lap. She was glad she'd had the gym to herself as she had swam naked. The water soothed her and put her emotions on a bench within her mind, completely at rest. With no emotions to worry about containing, thoughts of her spiky-haired leader filled her mind. She climbed out of the pool and went into the locker room, hoping a shower would clear her head.

While Raven worked out, Robin searched through his files for any information that may help them catch a protege of Professor Chang's, who had made off with some toxic chemicals from a lab in the bay. He kept hitting the same wall in the case, missing key information on the suspect, like their name, and it was frustrating him. No one fit the profile. He decided to call it a night when Cyborg told him he was locking down the tower before bed.

Still, Robin figured he could work through some of his frustration with a work out. He went to the gym and saw the new weights scattered around a mat and figured that Raven had forgot to put them away. He stowed them on the rack by door, then crossed to the locker room. He undressed as he moved toward the door, draping his things onto his arms so that he was clad only in his mask and green jockstrap, leaving his boots by the door. He wanted a workout without his uniform absorbing sweat.

It's not like anyone else would be down there tonight, after all, everyone was in bed.

Those were his thoughts up until Robin entered the locker room, walked around the wall that hid the lockers from view of the door and found Raven standing naked in front of her locker. His imagination was shamed by the sight before him, any ideas he'd had about what she might look like undressed were nothing compared to the slender, pale half-demon girl in her actual form. His view was from her side and she hadn't noticed his stare yet. Her legs went on and on to present the plump thighs and curves of her shapely ass, topped by a slender abdomen and round, perky, small breasts. He had been struck dumb for a few moments, fixed on the spot, and she noticed him out of the corner of her eye.

Raven's reaction was almost identical, she froze where she was and looked him over as he had her. His thin, strong legs led up to a sizable bulge in his jock, then to narrow hips, up to well defined abs with a collection of small scars and small, muscled pecs. Heat flooded her body, wrapping its tendrils around her mind. Her eyes sought his behind his mask and her only thoughts were perfectly, deliciously set on letting him take her, if he would only say it. She turned and faced him, letting him look at her pussy, and she watched as he shifted on his feet. He seemed to finally recall his mind to himself and looked down at his own body before resting his eyes on the clothes on his arm, then on her. He swallowed and set his things down on a bench to his left before he spoke.

"I uh, always wondered if the rest of you looked as amazing as what I saw. Never thought I'd see it for myself," Robin remarked, and took a cautious few steps forward.

"Satisfied?" Raven asked.

"Almost," he said with a smirk, "I wanna know what you think, too, Rae."

"I'll admit, I've wanted to strip those tights off you, find out if they'd advertised well," she said, "they hid more than I thought."

"See something you like, then?" he teased.

"Yes, but," she ventured, "Turn around?"

He raised an eyebrow and did as he she had asked, she saw several scars across his back, and her gaze lingered on his butt, framed by the straps of his jock. It was better than her fantasies. He turned back and made a swirling motion with his finger, clearly wanting her to turn around as well.

She obliged him and spun around, giving him the best view of her ass. His thoughts were becoming fuzzy, his focus shifted to a mental list that he hadn't been aware he'd kept: all the raunchy, amazing things he would do to her when he got her in his arms. She faced him again and the amount of color in her cheeks betrayed her emotions, but she made no attempt to conceal it.

He grinned and closed the distance between them, their lips inches apart. She licked her lips and wrapped her arms about his neck. He reached up and peeled his mask off, his blue eyes fixed on her violet ones. His hands settled on her hips and she lifted her leg, running it up along his thigh.

"I don't want to wreck anything between us, but I want you," he said as his lips neared hers.

"Don't worry about that...we'll deal with it later, I need this, please. I've been so tense I can't take it anymore, meditating isn't cutting it for this... just kiss me, fuck me... let me be yours," she pleaded.

The scorching desire for him that blazed in her eyes was more tempting than anything else he had seen of her, and he couldn't turn away. Robin crossed over the boundary in his mind and pressed his lips to Raven's. Their first messy, longing kiss morphed from one to many, heat rising in their chests as their hands began searching across one another's flesh, then they traded nibbles on their top and bottom lips, and Robin quickly walked her back up against another locker.

His hands went from her thighs, along her belly, over her breasts to her neck and as he kissed her lips, cheeks, neck, and nose. She dug her nails in his back as his fingers grazed her nipples, then gasped as his thumbs swirled around them. She bit his neck and ran her fingers down his back to tug his jockstrap down his legs. His straining arousal had become obvious against her thigh after the third nibble on her top lip. She freed his erection and slowly ran her fingertips along the shaft, pinching the tip, and softly stroked him. He groaned under her touch and lowered his mouth to her chest, kissing her breasts and swirling his tongue around her nipples.

Robin strained against her fingers as they worked on his shaft and Raven moaned as his teeth grazed her nipples just after he began to suck. She all at once felt an onslaught of heat and pleasure from between her thighs as the tip of his cock brushed against her dripping pussy. He kissed her and slid his hands along her back as he looked into her eyes.

"You ready?" Robin asked softly.

"Yes," Raven breathed.

With one hand on her lower back, he used the other to guide the tip of his cock inside her wet pussy. At first, she felt like it wouldn't fit, that she was too tight, or he was too big, and she held onto him tighter as the rest of his length slid into her. She moaned, bit her lip, and grabbed at his shoulders as initial pain changed into pleasure with his first thrust. Even though the locker was cool against her back, her body was blazing with heat. He lifted her other leg, so she wrapped them around his back, and he gripped her ass, holding her up as he thrusted into her harder. She whimpered and moaned, alternating between kissing his neck and lips, gasping into his mouth. He grunted and almost cut his lip with his teeth after a deep thrust into her, locking his knees against the locker.

"Ohh, Robin, yesss, morrrrre," she moaned.

Her words lit a side of himself on fire and his cock twitched deep within her as she clenched it after each thrust. His mind was a blur and he kept all of his focus on the dark, noisy empath between him and cold steel, as his arousal built. He squeezed her ass and pistoned in and out of her, groaning with the effort, watching her face dip and change, kissing her, and keeping her steady. Her moans echoed louder in the enclosed space, the sound waves bouncing off shower walls and metal. His name fell from her lips like dripping water, every drop quenching a thirst he hadn't known he possessed. He bit her neck with another thrust and sucked, marking her. She almost screamed as she came the first time, her legs twitching around him, her tightness clenching on his cock, her powers shattering one of the mirrors over a sink.

Robin settled in her to watch her first orgasm, too fixated by the sight to ignore a moment of it. When she was on the other side of it, he carried her a few feet away to a bench and laid her down on it, penetrating her once more. He drove into her and the bench squeaked with every thrust. He looked over her as she writhed beneath him, her hair splayed out around her head, her lips still spilling his name amidst long moans. She came again barely a minute later and embraced him tightly with her arms and thighs. Her powers only made the lights flicker this time and he took that as a challenge. She felt so good and he wanted this to go on forever, but his own climax was getting closer, watching his own cock going in and out of her.

"Mmm, fuck, Raven...ahh," Robin grunted and groaned.

Her attention was stolen by his voice, her mind captured and held hostage by his utterance of her name alone. She loved him on top like this, him being the only thing between her and the world. Her vision was blurred, her mind was an erupting firework, and she was barely holding her powers in check as he brought her closer to a more powerful climax. His hands found her neck and he lifted her head to direct her eyes to his. With a few more strong thrusts and louder groans, Robin moaned her name as his cock pulsed within her and she completely lost touch with reality. She hit the peak of her pleasure and felt jolts of heat through her whole body, dipping into her own head for just a few moments, and when she came back to herself, she was on the floor with Robin kneeling beside her. Raven looked around and saw that every mirror had shattered, a section of lockers had been tipped over, and the bench had been flipped onto its side. He was looking down at her in concern, but he also had wore a silly grin on his face.

"You okay?" Robin asked.

"Yeah...what's that... look for?" Raven said, panting, "Proud of yourself?"

"Maybe," he said coyly.

"I um, think I like this exercise with you...Could we add it our workouts?" she asked.

"Is that all you wanna add to our routine?" he asked.

"Maybe," she teased.

"I'm being serious, Rae. What's this gonna mean for me, or you?" he asked.

"It doesn't have to get serious, boy wonder, but I'm not against the idea. Let's see where things go from here, hmm?" she said.

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Their training had paid off, Raven was seeing results, and Robin was seeing her. They had gone on a bunch of dates and got to know each other on a level neither had expected to find. New relationship, new excitement, new love. Robin wrapped his arms around Raven as she slept in his bed and held her tight. They could tell the team soon, or they could keep going as they were.

He couldn't get over how happy she was with him and this could be just the beginning.