Wow. Haven't written in such a long time. And going back, I can see all the mistakes I've made (especially spelling). Oh well, one day I might go back and fix it. Until then, let's get started on this thing. Enjoy!

G is for Gorbginda

When their lips had first met, Raven had practically exploded with passion. Her senses were on fire, and her emotions for once were all silent. They agreed that Robin kissing her was the best thing to happen to them-her. In fact they all conspired against her, leaning on her mind until she followed their will, kissing Robin back with lust and pressing herself against him. Later she would reflect that she looked like a week damsel but for now, all she knew was the content feeling of being in his arms.

When their lips first met, it was daytime. Her room was lit up with sunlight after she opened the black curtains to let it in. And of course, as fate decrees, Robin had been in such a hurry to get in here to "talk" to her that he'd left her bedroom door unlocked.

So when Starfire, being of young and naive spirit, thought to find her friend Raven, who'd been keeping to herself lately, she happened upon the door in it's unlocked state. And of course she'd never thought that her friend would mind her coming in. They were both women so it wasn't like they could get embarassed if Star walked in during an inopportune time. The most she'd caught Raven doing is getting dressed. Well, there was that one time that she'd come in and Raven had been sleeping. She had even stopped her friend from having a nightmare, as the sorceress had been shoving a creature away from her hips area. Raven had been embarassed that she was caught acting out, but had expressed gratitude that her friend had saved her from the "creature of her mares of night".

So as she opened the door and stepped into Raven's room, she would have never expected that she would see her best friend and her almost boyfriend locked together, pressing their lips into each others and moaning. She had never seen Raven even look at a boy after Malchior had broken her heart, and she'd never seen Robin act so...so...rough.

Whenever they had kissed, or rounded the fool as Robin said, he was always gentle with her. Stroking her hair and planting gentle smooches with his lips on her cheeks, forehead, and mouth. He held her as if she would break or run from him. The way he held her friend was much different.

His fingers made a fist in her purple hair. The rest of his arm was firmly around her shoulder. His other arm was wound around her waist, his hand fisting her leotard and pulling her so tight against him Starfire wondered if the other girl could breath. Raven legs were pushing her body as close as possible to him, and her hands couldn't decide whether they wanted to run through his hair or make their way under his clothing, half clawing at his skin as they ground their pelvises together. They were both moaning and sighing, and things were quickly becoming more frenzied. Starfire found herself holding back a gasp as Robin pulled back just long enough to bite Raven's bottom lip before delving back into her.

Quietly but as quickly as she could she back out of the room and pressed the button to shut the door. Both birds heard the whoosh of the automatic steel sliding into place but they didn't connect the sound to the object until much later. They were too busy taking their clothes off to care.

Star walked down the corridor, her mind a complete jumble. Robin looked as if he never wanted to let friend Raven go-that he would not, and that if she ran from him he would find her again. He looked like he was falling and she was the only one who could hold him up. He had never once looked at her like that. He had never touched her with such...such...

"Gorbginda." She finished, just as the doors to the main room opened before her. Cyborg and Beast Boy turned to her, the flashing screen before them telling her the game was very much over.

"Um...what was that Star?" the changling asked.

"Yeah, you look down. What's up?"

The Tamaranian sighed, flying over to the couch so that she could sit with her friends, seeking comfort. "Friends, I have just seen something that is...very upsetting. I have seen friends who have some much of the gorbginda that I feel it would not be right for me to say something that might possibly cause them to not like each other, also bringing down upon me the Curse of the Torn Gorb's. But at the same time my heart hurts and I do not know if I can keep up the deception that I know nothing of their deception, and-"

"Woah Star! Okay, so..." Cy tried to get his head around what she was saying. "So you have friends that have something and they've been lying about it?" Cyborg and Beast Boy shared a look, not sure where this was going.

Star began nodding, glad they understood her. "Yes, it is-well...it is friends Raven and Robin. They have the gorbginda together and it would be horrible of me to know that I caused their unhappiness if I-"

"IT'S WHO?"

"Um..."

"Okay Star," Cy said, taking a deep breath," Start at the beginning."

"Okay. I went in search of friend Raven. I found her in her room. But Robin was also in there, and they were doing a lot of the smooching that is so popular on earth. And-" at this point the girl failed to notice the expressions of shock on her friend's faces. " -they were rubbing against each other, like the baby cats on the channel of discovery that I have seen and love. And they were making the sounds as if they were pain, and I do believe I saw Robin try to hold her up by grabbing the posterior of her being but I cannot be sure-" and she told them the whole story, not noticing Beast Boy's eyes popping out or his drool announcing his overload, not Cyborg's twitches and the almost-silent beep of his system threatening a forced restart.

"-so I know that I cannot come between them because of the gorb-" she paused when Cy raised his finger, beseaching the floor for a moment.

"Um, what is gorbwhatsit?"

"Gorbginda. It is the connection of lovers that is immortalized on our plannet by two true loves whom were doomed never to see each other again because their pet balocktogs did not like to share the same room. It is a very popular story in our culture, and to come between them is to be the chef in the story. He had run out of meat and cooked on the the balocktogs. From then on, the maiden and her companion cried forever, eventually creating the River of Gorbgin. It is very revered amongst my people. Anyway, you cannot come between them for they share such a connection. " She finished, smiled just a little.

Beast Boy shook his head, getting rid of the vacant expression and standing up with a determined look. "Okay," he said, " I don't care what connection they have. I'm going to find out the truth, and if it's really like that then I'm telling Robin what for." He made his way for the door to do just that.

Starfire gasped in horror, rushing over to snag him with her superior strength and haul him back to the couch. "No! You mustn't!"

"And why not?!"

"Because, if you interupt the ceremony of Gorbginda and the subsequent Lazbool then you will doom us all."

"...what is laz...?"

Starfire blushed, looking quite sheepish. "Well," she began, "It was first explained to me when I was quite young. You see, it is..." She dropped her voice to barely a whisper, making the others lean in to hear her, " When a young Tamaranian male engages in Lazbool, he must first remove his armor. Then he must ask the female to lay down while he grabs his Pladvork and puts it-"

That day, Cyborg and Beast Boy learned about the Tamaranian birds and blaznits, and all about Starfire's interpretation of the entire process. Beast Boy actually had a small panic attack, and Cyborg might've froze up for a few minutes there, but no one was counting.

In Raven's room, the dark bird and Robin were laying in bed together, snuggling close and talking quietly. They'd made love and found it to be the most incredible experience of their lives. They had no idea what was going on without them, and would only find out when they went down for dinner later. Starfire would greet them and present them a box of condoms with a bowl of Tamaranian Gorbginda's Stew, and the changling and the robotic man would snicker while every window on the upper levels began to crack more and more as Starfire explained to them the splendid history of the Gorbginda's friends, who must aid in keeping the true loves together until there was proof of the Lazbool presenting at dinner over the stew.

The moral of the story: lock your door.

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