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Robin walked into the Tower, flanked by his male teammates. They'd just majorly owned just about everyone in the arcade. They had lost somewhere over a hundred dollars doing it, but they won.
Beast and Cy yammered on, arguing about who won more rounds of StreetFighter. Robin opened the door to the main living room, and ran to the couch.
"Dibs on TV!" he shouted, vaulting onto the couch, grinning widely. Since Slade's disappearance and silence, he'd been a bit more carefree.
"Dibs on remote," Cyborg said, plucking it from the coffee table. It was littered with oily pizza boxes and the crusts that Robin and Raven refused to eat.
BeastBoy flopped down on the edge of the couch, yawning. "Just pick something good, yo."
Cyborg flipped through the channels, and settled on That 70s Show.
Robin was laughing at Ashton Kutcher when he felt slender arms wrap around his neck. Then there was a sudden wetness on his neck, accompanied by a slight suckling sensation. He squirmed a bit and his laughter died down.
Not noticing the mild grimace, Cyborg laughed. "Go on you, go getcha some!" He teased, punching his teammate's arm lightly.
"Uh..." Robin started, but Starfire plucked him from the couch as though he were light as a child.
"Yes..." She smiled at him coquettishly, "Come and get you some."
"Yeah," BeastBoy muttered flatly. "But not in front of us, man."
Robin looked at him more closely, if only for a moment, and thought he saw a tinge of jealousy. Then, he was dragged away by his girlfriend.
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Star giggled, and threw Robin onto his bed, gently. He looked at her, slightly confused. She never acted so forwardly, not like this, like some weird… hormonal teenage girl. She could be doting, loving, sweet, yes, but not so aggressively physical.
"Star, why didn't we..." he started, and stopped when she dropped her top.
"Robin," she said, floating over him, "I know that there is a traditional meeting of the lover's genitalia when they love one another very much and... I wish to have such a union with you." She stroked his jean-clad thigh, and he swatted her hand away.
"Star... I...I love you, but...This seems...I can't," Robin said, fumbling for a reason.
Star's eyes opened widely. She hadn't expected him to decline her proposition. The Seventeen literary journal had given her explicit instructions. "Wha? Wh..Why not?" The redhead pawed at him lightly, confused. He swatted her hand away from his belt again.
"I...I, uh..." Robin thought fast, "I'm on my period."
"What? Period?" Star said, cocking her head. The Seventeen study had not prepared her for such situations.
"Uh... Yeah. Um, see, there's like this week for humans, every uh, month, and uh, they can't have sex, see? Maybe next week," Robin said, praying that she hadn't read enough material to know only girls had periods.
Star pulled her top back on, nodding understandingly. "Well.. I guess.. It can wait. I mean, our love won't fade by tomorrow, will it?" the redhead laughed."
Robin hesitated. He hoped she didn't catch it. "Uh, no... No, of course not, why would it?" His girlfriend touched his face gently. "Don't worry, I know it won't. I'll go make you the tea," she sighed softly, "Raven likes the special tea when she makes the period, it will help with the pain." After a quick kiss on the forehead, she floated from the room and left him alone.
The Boy Wonder sighed, and let his back hit the bed. His head hit the pillow, and he felt slightly miserable. He'd had such a good day, and now this? Absently, he glanced down at his jeans. Flat. Grreat.
'Why don't I feel like I'm in love with her? I should be... she's the most wonderful girl a guy could have. Sure, she's an alien, but she's so perfect. I should be head over heels, thanking God, Buddha, Allah, the Dalai Lama, hell, the Pope for letting her be my girl. And I should have at least some form of arousal from her being in here. I mean, she's so anatomically perfect, any man should be able to get it up after seeing those.. But..'
Robin squirmed, uncomfortable with the thought that he wasn't in love with the only girl he'd ever crushed on. Well, besides Jessica Alba and Eva Longoria. It unsettled him to a great extent.
The perfect woman had no effect on him whatsoever.