Author's Notes: It's been a while but to make up for it, in this ONE chapter of Robin Romance, we have TWO Robins: Timothy Drake and Stephanie Brown. I hope you enjoy it as much as me. Damian's chapter is coming soon.
Stephanie Brown sat chewing her pencil as she watched him. Tim Drake had to be the hottest guy in the world. He was nice, he was quiet, he was rich, his hair was cool and his body... his body was to die for. She could never concentrate in lessons anymore, all she could think about was him. She would imagine herself tied up and gagged on his bed as he slowly, delicately, removed her clothes, his soft fingers weaving into every part of her body. The bell rang, snapping her back to reality as she pushed her books back into her bag and left the room, heading for home.
Steph could take care of herself so she wasn't too worried on the way home when she was confronted by three gang members, covered in tattoos and piercings, hair cut at crazy angles and dyed ridiculous colours, wearing sleeveless leather and one of them had an eye-patch which Steph thought was actually pretty cool when she looked back on this. When the dark figure swept in to save her though she assumed it was Batman, or at least Robin. It was Tim Drake. While Steph could take care of herself, she was hardly going to miss the opportunity to let him be her guardian angel.
She seemed to blink and miss it. One moment Tim was squaring off against them, the next they were sprawled over the ground groaning. Tim's hand rested on her shoulder. "Are you alright?" he asked. He didn't use her name. Maybe he didn't know her name. "Steph?" he added. Okay, so maybe he did know her name then. Before Steph could stop herself, she hugged him. "That. Was. Awesome!" she declared.
Tim slowly, reluctantly, hugged her back. His hair smelt fantastic. She stepped back, an innocent look on her face, "Walk me home?" It turned out Tim had some time to kill so he did walk her home; maybe Steph's luck was looking up. He wore loose jeans with a plain white t-shirt and a black and orange jacket and he looked so damn hot. Steph wore a short denim skirt over black tights and a tight Superman mini-vest that was kind of embarrassing but pretty hot, she hoped.
They reached her house without any further disturbances, Steph managed to resist holding his hand. He was taller than her, but only just. As Steph unlocked the door and stepped inside, Tim asked "where are your parents?" Steph wondered how he knew they were out before she'd even finished opening the door. "Mum's away for a few days," she said. She didn't mention that her father was in prison. She also didn't mention that she had put him there, using the identity of Spoiler. She didn't know that Tim already knew that. Tim didn't press the matter any further and Steph was glad at that. He agreed to come in for a drink.
Steph wondered if someone had spiked her drink at school because as soon as the door closed she grabbed Tim and pushed him up against it, kissing him hard. He still didn't seem surprised; it was like he had worked out everything that was going to happen. His hands gripped her shoulders and pushed her away. She stood in front of him, licking her lips, while his eyes scanned over her. She hoped he liked what he saw. Evidently he did because he pulled her back into the kiss without a word of protest.
She rolled his jacket off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Her arms snaked around his waist, holding tightly, and his wrapped around her back. She was lost in his embrace, their lips locked. She peeled off his shirt and tossed it away, pressing her hands up against his chest now, her fingers stroking lightly. His hands were rubbing softly at her shoulder blades, massaging them gently. "That good?" he asked, although it was clear he already knew. Her heart missed a beat. She'd forgotten he could talk. She answered with a simple nod; he planted kissed down her neck.
His fingers ravished her back, soothing her sides and tickling her spine. His lips showered her collarbone with kisses, his tongue pressing on her skin. She cupped his cheeks and pulled his face back to hers. It was a good snog: lots of passion with some tongue action. He lifted her up, damn he was strong, and her thighs clamped to his hips.
With purposeful strides, he carried her up the stairs and into her bedroom. She wasn't quite sure how he had known where it was but she didn't really care. He laid her down on the bed, her legs wrapping around him. He massaged her legs now, his trained arms rubbing up from her ankle over her calf and to her outer thigh which he gripped tightly, then repeated on the other leg. His hands running circles over her skin, he gently eased her legs apart. She lost her fingers in his hair, gripping the jet black locks. He slipped his hands around and rubbed her inner thighs. He kissed along the inside of her legs, dragging his tongue along with him.
He wordlessly trailed a finger down her pelvis then eased off her skirt. His hands then pushed her legs even further apart and his head dove into her panties. Steph's eyes snapped shut and she bit her trembling lip as his mouth pressed against her underwear. Through the purple knickers, his saliva mixed with her wet pussy. Her hands were still interwoven with his hair and she twirled a strand of hair around her finger. His tongue licked at her vagina, tasting her. It seemed like he had just started when his head rose again and he moved back up her body, his lips meeting hers again. His left hand lingered on her pussy, his thumb pressing down on her entrance while his other fingers rubbed at the walls.
His right hand slid along her torso and under her vest. She moaned into his kiss when his hand landed on her left boob. Her legs had fallen down to rest on the bed now and his were placed on either side of her hips. He tugged her breast up and his fingers pinched the nipple. Her hands clutched his bare shoulders tightly. Working her breast with one hand and her vagina with the other, his back felt her soft hands push along his should and down his sides.
Her hands reached his belt and fumbled with the catch on it. With one last rub, his hands released her pussy and her boobs and he helped her pull off his belt. He leant back onto his elbows and her hand passed over his manhood before unzipping his jeans and rolling them down as far as she could. Then he leant forward again and pressed her down onto the bed again. He pulled at her top, managing to break it from her skin and roll it down her chest until it was bunched up together under her bra.
She let out a laugh as he tore away her bra and groped her breasts again, rougher this time. Lustily she gripped his boxers and tugged them down. His dick stood upright and she smirked. Her tongue breezed over the edge and he breathed out heavily. She winked and he yanked down her knickers. Both teens leaned in to make out again and she felt a tingle run down her spine as their mouths connected again. He softly chewed on her bottom lip and ran his tongue along it. She moaned out longingly.
His penis was positioned above her entrance then his hips drove down forcefully. She tightened her grip on him as he slid inside of her. Then he started to thrust, pushing in and out rhythmically. His hands shoved and squeezed at her boobs again and hers rested on his butt signalling when she wanted him to go faster or slower. He judged how hard she wanted it from the depth of her moans altering to fit her wants.
His right hand moved back up to her face, his thumb stroking her cheek gently with care. With every thrust, Steph's legs lifted into the air and every time he pulled back they lowered again. His tongue was pressing forwards into her mouth and started to run along the roof of her mouth as she drifted into the smooch.
Her hands ran around his waist and to his testicles. She caressed his balls and stroked them softly. He sped up his thrusts, ditching her breast and bringing his hands to her ass which he gripped tightly, squeezing the cheeks and working them in the palms of his hands. She gave one last groan, louder than the rest, and his hips grinded into hers slower and much harder, his penis erupting inside her.
Steph lay in her lover's arms, breathing heavily, a smile planted firmly on her face. She had Tim Drake in her bed and she had a few ideas about what to do with him...