Winter was Raven's favorite season. She loved the snow and how much prettier it made everything look. She loved being able to drink hot tea and curl up on the couch with her friends and watch a movie. She loved the winter party the Titans held where they had sledding and snowman making contests, and the snowball fights.
She loved winter more than almost anything and everything that came with it.
Well, almost everything.
Raven coughed and swore that her lungs were about to explode. She groaned and relaxed into the mattress, hearing a familiar and warming chuckle coming from her door.
"I take it you aren't feeling any better?" Nightwing sat on the edge of the bed.
"I feel worse." She groaned, pulling her hand out from under the dark comforter to cover escaping her.
Richard absentmindedly ran his fingers through her sweat soaked hair. "That's the joys of having bronchitis, Raven."
"This doesn't happen." She turned on her side to face him. "Ever. I never get sick."
"I know you don't." He cupped her cheek, stroking just under her eye with his thumb. "And it's not fun, believe me. I used to get sick every winter."
"It's official. I hate winter." She groaned, rolling over so her back was to him.
He laughed. "You couldn't hate winter for anything." Moments later she felt the bed shift and Richard's strong arms were around her waist. Instantly she struggled.
"No, no, no, I don't want to get you sick." She pushed on his arms weakly, but her boyfriend only tightened his grip on her.
"You won't."
"Richard, I'm serious." She pushed against his arms again, but only groaned and gave up. "You're going to get sick."
"No I'm not." He said, resting his chin on her shoulder. "And even if I do, it'll be okay."
"Please just leave so I can sleep and so I won't feel guilty for getting you-" Her words were cut off by the violent cough shaking her body.
"I'm sorry you're sick." He kissed the back of her neck, squeezing her lightly in his arms. "But I'm not leaving. Besides, you like cuddling in the winter and you can't tell me that you don't."
"Richard, I'm-"
"I don't care." He cut her off. "You are a cuddler and you know it. So, we're cuddling."
She sighed and leaned into him. "I love you."
"I love you too."