These candles are starting to give me a headache now…:O Maybe I should switch to some other fantabulously delicious scent. Any opinions on what I should smell next to provoke inspiration and motivation? (Hah! That sounds like an ad.)

I had fun with this. :) Should've made it longer.

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Prompt #4: Pants

Cyborg didn't know anyone else who wore pants like Bee did.

All the other Titan girls wore skirts—tiny little scraps of fabric, revealing long, lean legs and enough skin to torture a guy's imagination for hours. Sure, they were pretty, and sure, he (and the other guy Titans) enjoyed the view. But after a while, they all started to look the same. After a while, the skirt thing kind of got old. After a while, a change of scenery started looking pretty good.

And that was where Bee came in.

Sure, her pants were tiny, too. Long, formfitting sheaths of Spandex: that was Bee. And the attitude, the style…that was Bee too. But what really spoke volumes about her was the way that she wore the clothes, instead of the clothes wearing her.

Like…Kole, for example. Sure, she was cute, with her starched little skirt and wildly bobbing antennae, but sometimes she was kinda lost in all the fabric. Or Kitten, who was drowning spectacularly in too many shades of pink.

They didn't radiate confidence like Bee. Because Bee found her look, owned her look, and knew how to broadcast the fact without ever saying a word.

Bee's pants weren't something Cyborg thought about often…well, maybe a little more than he admitted. Sometimes when he had trouble falling asleep. Or was blanking out in the middle of one of Rob's lectures. Or when he was totally annihilating Beast Boy on the PS3 and he could afford to space out for a couple minutes.

Maybe it was just because they were superheroes. After all, most of the Titans wore their fair share of Spandex. And Spandex had the interesting ability to cling to every curve on a girl's legs (though it was less than flattering for the guys). So it wasn't really his fault that he appreciated her legs. Pants. Whatever.

It wasn't like he dreamed about her pants or anything (because he really didn't do that often). Or had fantasies about them (only three or four times, when his self-control was drastically low). Or mentioned them in everyday conversation (which, admittedly, happened once, but he was a little tipsy so he couldn't take full responsibility).

Cyborg couldn't help it. The girl had style.

And a really nice pair of pants.