Hello everyone! I apologize for the lack of timely updates, but school had me scrambling, and unfortunately I had no time to work on this story at all. But here it is, finally another chapter.

Warning: I um… -cough- may have stated previously that there would be no sex scenes in this story. Well, I lied. BLAME KRYALLA ORCHID!! It is her fault entirely. She persuaded me!! Anyway, there will be mature adult content in this chapter, to warn you. You know, as if depantsing someone in front of Batman wasn't mature enough…

"Where is he?" Batman asked idly, waiting in the evidence room, wheeling about in Robin's desk chair as he sat in front of his portable crime scanner.

"I do not know, sir… but I am guessing he is in his room. He has not been seen since I 'reprimanded' him," Alfred said, the grin spreading on his lips.

Batman snorted. "Serves him right."

"Oh, come now sir, he and Miss Starfire were just having fun."

"That kind of fun shouldn't be had where everyone, including old mentors, can accidentally see," Batman said mildly. "I'm going to have nightmares for a week."

"You, sir?" Alfred's eyebrows rose.

"That's how bad it was, Alfred."

Alfred chuckled. "Perhaps you are just worried Master Dick is showing you up?"

Batman slowly swiveled around in the chair to stare at him, flicking a pen in one hand.

"And just what is that supposed to mean?"

"Whatever you take it as, sir," Alfred said blankly, before assuming the air of professionalism and walking towards the door. "I will see if Master Dick is able to join us."

Alfred smirked as he left through the sliding door.

--

Starfire watched with a meek expression on her face as Robin moved restlessly about the room, pacing and muttering to himself.

"Please, I do not understand why you are so upset…"

Robin threw his hands up and growled. "Batman saw us through the window, Star. He saw everything."

Starfire's eyes widened, and her cheeks paled. "Everything?"

"Yes. Everything."

"Do you mean to say he saw me without a swimming suit top?" Starfire worried, her voice slightly shrilly as she crossed her arms over herself.

"Probably, Star. God… I can't even believe he'd do that…" Robin snarled when he remembered Batman's little "red head cutie" quip. This situation was going from awkward to even worse. He couldn't believe his mentor had seen what had happened after he had taken her swimming suit top… Robin's cheeks went red. How could he have seen that?! He buried his face into his hands. How could he ever look Bruce in the eye again?

"Perhaps, perhaps it is not as bad as we think?" Starfire hoped.

He sighed. "I don't know Star… this is just fucking great…I told you someone was going to see us, Star! I told you!"

Robin buried his face into his hands again over the thought that his father had seen his girlfriend topless… had seen them hardcore making out in the bay, possibly could tell what his hand had been doing below the water... there were few things more embarrassing.

At this moment a knock came on Robin's door. He wheeled towards the sound, then kept pacing.

"Master Robin? Master Batman requests your presence in the evidence room."

"Not now, Alfred," Robin said, irritated. "I'm busy." Truth was he wasn't ready to face Bruce.

"I do not think it is a matter that can wait, sir."

Robin growled and stalked towards the door. "See you later, Star," he grunted as he followed Alfred down the hall.

Starfire rubbed her arms and looked down at the floor, feeling very much at fault.

--

Robin steeled himself for the ribbing as he walked head held high into the evidence room.

Batman was still seated in his chair, slightly rocking. A teasing smirk crossed his face the moment Robin entered.

"Dick."

Robin threw his hands up in the air. "Oh for fucking sakes, you creepy old-"

"Master Dick, please," Alfred stopped him.

"How could you watch us like that? I didn't think even you would stoop to that, peeping on me and Star! Did you get a good eyeful of my girlfriend?" he exclaimed angrily.

Batman's grin spread wider.

"Your girlfriend…? I got a good eyeful of something."

"You freaking dirty old man, can't get enough of all the Barbie dolls you go around with so you've got to letch on my girlfriend? My girlfriend!"

Batman's smirk left his face for a moment. "What's he talking about, Alfred?"

"I don't know, sir," Alfred responded, his hands clasped in front of him as he tried to mostly stay out of the argument.

"You fucking watched me and Star making out! And she didn't have a top on; don't fuck with me like that! I know you saw!"

Batman frowned for a moment, before the grin came back. Alfred's eyebrows nearly rose off his forehead, but otherwise he showed no other emotion.

"Well," Batman cleared his throat. "Apparently I'm not as much of a lecher as you think. I only saw you get depantsed before I scrubbed my eyes and looked away. I had no idea things had gotten that interesting after I ran away from the window."

Robin's furious face drained into another blank stare after he realized what he had done. Batman hadn't seen all of it. Oh God… he just told his father that he had been making out with his girlfriend. His topless girlfriend. Topless.

Robin's eyebrow twitched. Without another word he whirled around and headed for the door.

"Dick, where are you going? Come on, it's not like I haven't seen you before… you know, when you were eight. Things change, don't they little man? Dick?"

Robin headed straight out the door without looking back.

Batman and Alfred eyed each other after he was gone.

"Well, that was certainly interesting." Batman smirked again. "I just wanted him to help me find evidence for Scarecrow, but I guess we'll give him the day off."

"You can be rather cruel, sir," Alfred remarked.

"Somebody's got to keep the boy in line," Batman responded.

"Yes, it would be unfortunate if he took after his father," Alfred coughed, smirking.

Batman pursed his lips with half lidded eyes. "You're whipping out the comebacks lately. Any reason why?"

"Someone has to stand up for poor Master Dick, sir," Alfred grinned. "He gets so flustered and you always get the best of him."

"It's my job to embarrass him," Batman responded, smirking.

"Hmm," Alfred hummed. He paused for a moment. "Master Bruce," he started, "this may be a bit awkward, but Master Dick left us when he was very young. We obviously cannot ignore the fact that he is getting quite close to this young lady…"

Batman stared at Alfred for a moment as his words sunk in.

"…what are you saying?" Batman asked, eyes narrowed.

"I am sure Master Dick is… educated, on certain things, but you never gave him 'the talk' did you?"

Batman choked and began coughing.

"I see you did not," Alfred smirked. "Perhaps it would be wise to do so."

"No way Alfred. I got out of 'the talk' when he left at fifteen."

"Fifteen is rather old to not have had 'the talk,' sir."

"No, Alfred. I'm not talking to Dick about sex."

"It is long overdue."

"Then you do it," Batman said.

"Not my place, sir. You are his father."

"I prefer mentor."

"Whatever you prefer, it is your responsibility."

"Son of a…" Batman muttered, trailing off.

Alfred smirked. It may be Bruce's job to embarrass Dick, but it was Alfred's job to embarrass Bruce.

--

Starfire moped on the couch. Robin had not come back after he had left with Alfred, and she had worried herself into this current mood. It was the afternoon now, and she finally had some company when Raven appeared in the living room. Beast Boy still hadn't been seen.

"Starfire," Raven greeted as she went to the fridge to get a snack.

"Hello friend Raven," Starfire said sadly.

Raven knitted her eyebrows. "What's wrong with you?"

Starfire vehemently sighed and slid halfway down the couch as Raven came to sit next to her.

"Robin is the upset and angry again, and the fault is mine."

"What happened this time?" Raven asked, taking a bite out of her apple.

"Robin and I went swimming in the bay, and… we did the making out, and let us just say there was some removal of clothing again, and the Batman saw…"

Raven coughed, choking on the piece of apple she had just bit.

"Batman saw you and Robin making out in the bay? Without… your swimming suits?" she repeated incredulously.

"Um… he had his swimming shorts back on… I did not have my top," Starfire colored.

"Soooo… Batman saw you topless. Making out with Robin."

"In the shell of nut, yes."

"Well, I can understand Robin's reaction then," Raven said, trying very hard not to laugh.

"But you see, it is my fault… I did the removing of Robin's swimming suit and then to get back at me he stole my top. If I had not taken his suit, this might not have happened…"

"It probably would have anyway…" Raven drawled sarcastically under her breath.

"Excuse me?" Starfire huffed, looking at Raven with glaring eyes.

"What? Anything you two do now isn't going to surprise me," she said dryly. She tossed her hair a little. Starfire's eyes narrowed in suspicion as she saw a glimpse of something on Raven's neck just peeking above the collar of her leotard. A wide grin appeared on her lips and she pounced.

"Aah! Starfire, what are you doing?! Get-"

"Ah ha!!" Starfire yelled triumphantly when she managed to pull Raven's collar down.

A vicious grin spread across her face. "Beast Boy has given you the hickey," she giggled. "Last night was a success? I see you are still wearing the ring," she grabbed Raven's hand to inspect it.

Raven's cheeks colored as she wrenched her hand away and hastily scooted from Starfire. She pulled her collar up further, hunching her shoulders.

"What of it?"

"That was a rather good one… it even had teeth marks…" Starfire grinned. "I request the details, please!"

Raven looked at her with wide disbelieving eyes and shook her head. "No way."

"It is only fair, friend Raven. I indulged you; you must do the sharing with me also!"

"You did 'the sharing' willingly. I never asked."

"Yes you did. You asked me what the dice rolled."

"Damn," Raven muttered.

"Come on. Begin with the spilling."

"Beast Boy and I went to my room last night after dinner. We made out; he gave me this extremely embarrassing hickey, the end."

"Sooo…" Starfire waved her hand, the grin still spreading from ear to ear. "What did you do?"

"What do you mean 'what did I do,' we made out, end of story."

"Well… did he put his hands anywhere?" she giggled.

Raven's eyes narrowed sneakily. "I'll tell you where Beast Boy put his hands on me, if you tell me where Robin put his hands on you."

Starfire immediately withdrew and looked out the bay window, the teasing smirk vanishing and her cheeks red.

"Forget I did the asking."

"That's what I thought," Raven said smugly.

--

"Robin?"

"Not now, Star," came Robin's snippy voice from within the evidence room.

Starfire sighed. For that brief little time Robin had been acting like himself, and then for the past few days he had reverted back to being a grumpy tense mess, thanks to Batman's teasing. He had barely said a word to her, and one time he even didn't come to bed.

Starfire decided that she would definitely have to perform her tradition for him after all. Unfortunately, it took quite a bit of preparing, and required a shipment of items from Tamaran. So in the meantime, she would have to deal with his crankiness.

She dejectedly walked away from the evidence room, her head hanging. Around the corner came Batman. Starfire looked up and instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, a bright red blush covering her cheeks. A sort of squeak came out of her mouth instead of a greeting.

Batman gave her a nod before moving down the hallway, intending to go to the evidence room, saying nothing.

Starfire exhaled a huge breath after he left. "Oh X'hal… how awkward…" she moaned under her breath.

She sighed and went to put through a transmission to Tamaran.

--

Robin sighed. It had been two weeks since Batman's arrival and there had been no sign of Scarecrow. He was gone from the last place Batman had tracked him, and there was no evidence that he was even in Jump City.

He moped as he headed for his bedroom, intending to rest and read the newspaper after a long day of fruitless detective work trying to figure out what Scarecrow was planning, or even where the villain was. He was about to wearily punch in the code to enter his room when he noticed a note on his door.

He instantly recognized Starfire's elegant handwriting.

Robin,

Meet me in my bedroom as soon as you see this note. When you enter, please sit on my bed.

-Starfire

He studied it curiously, wondering just what she was up to. Was something amiss? Weren't notes like this generally a sign of something wrong? What if she needed to talk to him about something bad? What if… what if she wanted to break up with him? He had been rather short and snippy with her lately.

A stab of fear jabbed his heart as he hurried to Starfire's bedroom with negative rhetorical questions spinning though his head.

When he got there, he steeled himself and knocked on her door.

There was no answer.

"Starfire?" Robin called.

Still no answer.

"Starfire? Starfire!"

Robin punched in her code quickly and entered her room, frightened that something had happened to her.

But his hasty steps halted in shock when he took in the sight before him.

Starfire's room no longer was even recognizable as her room. Shimmering muted pink and purple veil-like curtains were hung from the ceiling, creating a tent inside; he couldn't even see her original walls. Tassels hung from corners and a beautiful ornate chandelier hung from the middle of the tent where all the veils gathered. Candles were lit and placed in groups around the floor, creating a soft glowing atmosphere and making the curtains glimmer. Starfire's bed had been pushed to the other side of the room. It too was blanketed in luscious velvety cloth, darker hues of pink and purple. Remembering Starfire's note, Robin numbly went and sat down on the edge, careful not to rumple such a fine cover.

Robin was so shocked at Starfire's redecorating that his voice was hoarse when he called out for her, wondering where she was and why she had felt the need to make her room look this way.

He heard a sort of light chiming sound and looked up with dumb astonishment as Starfire came through a part in the veils.

For a moment Robin couldn't breathe.

Her body was glistening in the soft candlelight; she had rubbed herself with scented oils, and the effect made her seem almost ethereal. A shimmering pink see-through veil covered her nose and mouth, and her smoky eyes burned intensely. Her hair fell about her like a wavy glowing halo, and she wore a silver metal and beaded headdress that dangled a teardrop shaped red jewel on her forehead. Instead of her neck plate she now wore a wide flat silver necklace, a sheet of metal that came around her shoulders into a point.

Her shirt was dark purple, a rouged strapless slip of material that covered her breasts but showed generous amounts of cleavage and midriff. Small delicate lace sleeves hung over her arms. On bottom a wide silver belt was slung around her hips; Robin gulped at how low it sat, with little coins dangling its circumference, the source of the tinkling chime he heard when she entered. Two silver metal bracelets were on her wrists, and she had small finger cymbals on her thumbs and index fingers. Her skirt was long, to the floor, and the fabric was luscious but light, so it flowed with her. It was slit completely up both sides to the belt, acting more like a lengthy loincloth. She wore a kind of metal garter around her left thigh, and her feet were bare.

Robin finally found his voice.

"Starfire," he breathed out in an awed whisper.

She gave him a serious wink that sent shivers down his spine. She padded over to another part in the curtains and fiddled with something, her belt chiming with every move her hips made. Then she turned around and went to the middle of the room.

She looked up and raised her hands into the air, and pointed a foot out in front of her, the fabric of her skirt falling back exposing her entire leg.

Music, haunting music unlike anything Robin had ever heard before began to fill the room.

It was dark, but not ominous, otherworldly, but if he had to liken it to something familiar it was a mixture between Eastern Indian and Aboriginal, with a low pulsing sound like that made by a didgeridoo. The higher pitched melody sounded as though it were from some sort of hand flute, and it was lilting, slow at first then picking up speed, then returning to long drawn out notes.

But his musing about the music quickly went to the back of his mind when Starfire began to move her body.

Robin did not know her body was capable of such movements.

She used the space in her room well, sometimes performing the dance on the floor and other times twirling in the air. Her movements were slow, deliberate, timed with the music, and other times her hips shook and the coins tinkled with the faster melody. It was like belly dancing, Tamaranian belly dancing, he decided, for there were similarities, but also many moves he had never seen before.

She had him almost in a state of hypnosis; he watched as her body gleamed as she writhed her hips and stomach. She chimed the finger cymbals together perfectly in rhythm with the music, and every twirl and arc she made with her arms sent Robin into a trance.

The dance was sexy, sensual and erotic, and even a bit saucy, but never dirty or trashy. Starfire twirled, her skirt fluttered with her, and she shook her hips in rhythm with the beat. Her smoldering eyes gazed into Robin's as she danced closer to him. The toned muscles in her stomach rippled as she rolled her body. It was as if she was hypnotizing him, like a snake charmer. He was entranced, fixed on her every step, and he silently praised God for creating the female figure as he gently and hesitantly touched her thighs as though she were porcelain and would break.

She turned her back to him, wiggling her hips for him, and he smoothed his hand over her slippery thighs, daring to go higher underneath her skirt.

Robin sucked in a breath and felt his desire for her spike tenfold.

She was not wearing anything underneath her slip of material.

Upon this realization Robin attempted to grab her to him, but she flitted away playfully and continued her exotic dance.

Robin was at the edge of his seat, wanting fervently to get up and go to her, to take her into his arms and take her completely, but something in him knew he was supposed to stay where he was and appreciate the show.

After several more twirls and hand movements, Starfire slowly went down into the splits and dipped her body forward over her front leg, chiming the cymbals together, then laying backwards and bringing her foot up to almost touch her head. She began to rise back up into a standing position, floating up into the air and continuing the writhing motion of her hips.

By now Robin was completely and wholly turned on. If Starfire's aim was to seduce him, and it certainly seemed to be the point of the dance, then she was successful.

She padded up to him again, taking his hands and placing them behind him with a small smirk. Then she began to dance up on him, in front of his face, and shook her head with a grin when he tried to touch her, leaping away. Robin put his hands behind him begrudgingly, but moaned and sighed when she rubbed various body parts against him. Just when he thought he couldn't handle the tempting and teasing any longer she straddled him and grinded her pelvis into his hips, eliciting such a sensual moan from his lips he could feel Starfire shiver on him. Robin was in another world, and when she roughly caressed herself over him he leaned his head back in absolute ecstasy, his entire body alight with tingling pinpoints.

She had been dancing now for fifteen minutes. The music was coming to a crescendo end as she floated up and away from him to complete the dance, executing another series of twirls and hip shakes until she ended in the same position that she started in.

Robin could only stare. His mind was numb, other than his pleasure receptors which were firing like crazy, telling his body that he needed to be with that incredible woman and he needed to do it now. Coherent thought was lost in the rush of sexual high, and Robin could only stutter and mumble a babble of sounds.

Starfire smiled. More music began to play, but this time it was not completely and totally intoxicating like the other song.

"Robin?" Starfire asked lightly, the first time she has spoken since he had entered the room.

"I, uh… I… that…"

"You are pleased?"

"Yes."

"Do you wish to know why I have performed the Ruka'ar te nu Gorta for you?"

Robin nodded dumbly, his mouth still hanging open as it had been for her entire performance.

Starfire stood before him, sometimes wiggling her hips to this new song, but mostly used it as background music for her lecture.

"What I have performed for you is an ancient Tamaranian tradition. A Tamaranian male considers himself lucky and extremely privileged to ever witness one. It is a mysterious dance, meant to tempt and seduce a very special lover."

Robin's cheeks flushed at her last statement and covered his abdomen with his hands. She got the seducing part right.

"The dance originated as a highly secretive and specific performance. Its beginnings are somewhat bitterly romantic. As you know, nobles on my home world are entered into arranged marriages. Many noble women had lovers on the side, whom they were distressed to leave when they were married off to their betrothed. Tamaranian noble females created the dance out of traditional Tamaranian dance moves, and crafted the steps to become erotic to seduce their lovers one last time before they were married away. It was traditionally performed on the night before the woman's wedding. Her friends would insist the bride was performing the traditional rites of passage to becoming a married woman, but in reality she would be having one last secret rendezvous with her lover."

"Wow…" Robin breathed.

"Yes. It was very sad that so many women lost their beloved. In my society, nobles are expected to be ruthless warriors and love is not an emotion acceptable for them to experience. Many women were betrothed to completely different species and beings from other planets just for diplomatic reasons," Starfire said, casting her eyes downward. "Their one true love was left behind."

"Starfire," Robin said softly, knowing she was remembering the time she was almost married away herself.

"This dance was a farewell parting gift. It was kept highly secret, for if the other nobility or the woman's betrothed were to find out about the affair, the woman could be condemned to death. It was very dangerous to perform it."

Robin's eyes widened.

"The name of the dance literally translates to 'Dance of the Gorta.' On my world gortas are animals similar to your Earth serpents; they have no legs, though they are massive creatures. When the secret of this dance was discovered women would testify that it emulated the movements of the gorta, and not the movements of… making love," she blushed. "They insisted it was innocent entertainment."

"But it wasn't, right?" Robin said.

"No," Starfire shook her head. "If performed successfully it was meant to render the man completely stunned and seduced!" she giggled.

"Eventually the dance began to become a tradition passed down from female to female, learned just before a girl undergoes her transformation and becomes a woman. Middle class and common Tamaranians are allowed to experience love and marry whomever they wish. Common females were enthralled and mystified with the dance's romantic and tragic beginnings, and soon it became a trend for any female to perform it for a special lover.

"The dance is still very secretive, and many men do not ever have the privilege to witnessing one, much less a repeat performance. A female chooses whether she wants to perform the dance or not."

"That's a fascinating story," Robin said.

"There is… one more thing," Starfire said hesitantly.

"What's that?" Robin asked.

"If the man removes the dancer's veil, it is a symbol that he wishes to pursue her…physically. It is completely up to him. By performing the dance itself the female is basically extending an… invitation."

Robin's cheeks colored.

"You mean…"

"Yes."

"So, if I remove your veil, you… will… this is an invitation?" Robin asked incredulously, his voice rising higher at the end.

Starfire nodded, then came and sat at his feet.

Robin looked her up and down, very pensive. He had pushed her before, but neither of them had been truly ready. Currently his body was definitely screaming at him (the rather large bulge in his pants was a slight indicator) but his mind had reservations. He ran though every normal excuse, good for the team, being exploited by enemies, physical risks… but when she glanced up at him with her big green waiting eyes, Robin was shocked to see desire in them. She wanted him. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He suddenly had this revelation that Starfire was really seriously extending an invitation. He glanced around her room. She must have set this up herself, in attempt to make the atmosphere perfect for their first time. Finally he leaned forward and kissed her through the filmy material, his hand lingering on her cheek.

He gently ran his fingers through her silky hair, releasing the clips and carefully removing her veil.

--

Starfire's eyes were shining, a little bit nervous and excited, but full of desire and love for him.

Robin brought her face closer and kissed her sensuously, massaging her shoulders and neck, tracing the curve of her breast with a bent finger. Starfire shivered.

Robin suddenly thought of a rather pressing matter, and in between kisses he asked, "Starfire, what are we going to do about protection? I don't have any…"

She sat back and looked up at him with a smile.

"Do not worry about it. Tamaranian women have monthly cycles similar to Earth females, but our signs of fertile days and ovulation are very clear. I cannot become pregnant at this time."

Robin still looked hesitant. "You're sure?"

Starfire nodded reassuringly. "Yes. Do not worry. It is very rare for a 'surprise' pregnancy on Tamaran. Only women whose cycles are irregular or do not pay attention to their bodies become pregnant unaware. We would only require protection during the times that I am most able to conceive."

"Okay," Robin said, convinced. Once convinced, he dove right back in.

He scooped her up and tossed her onto her bed. Starfire giggled, watching as he began to remove his uniform. He made a show of removing his neck plate, taking off his gauntlets and shoulder plates. He clicked his belt open, and pushed off his boots, all the while teasingly removing each item for her.

"I am enjoying the show. Do not stop!" she giggled.

Robin's eyes widened at her cheekiness, but he turned around, shaking his rear end for her as he removed each black glove, tossing them over his shoulder at her, and then tugging his tunic over his head.

He now had just his black pants and socks on as he knelt on the bed over her.

"Ooooooooooh," Starfire drew out as she ran her hands over his chiseled and toned chest. "Marvelous," she breathed.

Her eyes came up to rest on his face. Her brows knit together in discontent however when she raised her hand up and delicately fingered his mask.

Robin sighed and hung his head a little.

"Star, I can't."

She looked away from him, a frown playing on her lips, her eyes half closed. After a slight moment, she turned back to Robin and gazed at his face longingly.

"It is just, I fell in love with Robin and I am content to make love to Robin, but I also wish that someday you might trust me with the boy underneath the mask as well," she said sadly.

Robin reached up and grabbed her hand, kissing her palm gently.

"Someday, Star. But right now, I can't."

"Understood," she said softly. 'I will take what I can get.'

Starfire's happy mood was starting to slip so Robin quickly tried to re-woo her.

He pressed his lips to hers again, attempting to fire her back up. She was not as responsive, so Robin ran his hand along her smooth thigh and up under her skirt.

He definitely elicited a reaction from her this time, his fingers gently probing the soft folds of her flesh.

He lay half over her, and his non busy hand began pulling at her slip of a shirt, exposing her breast so he could play with his fingers and mouth. Starfire moaned, getting back into the mood, and soon he was slipping the shirt over her arms and tossing it across the room.

Starfire let her own hands wander, dipping them down the front of Robin's pants, halting all action he was planning on doing. Robin lay back down next to her, feeling completely immobile as her fingers touched and teased.

"This must feel good then?" she asked playfully.

"Mmmmhmm," was all the sound Robin could make come out of his mouth.

She slipped her hand out finally and sat up, inching his pants down his legs and tossing them onto the floor. He kicked off his socks too, leaving him in his dark green boxers.

Robin turned then to run his hands along Starfire's oil slicked body, starting at her hips and ending up at her breasts. He kneaded them, completely enthralled by her beauty, and the exquisiteness of her figure. He couldn't have asked for better curves.

He ran his hands back down the way they had come from, but this time he hooked his fingers under her belt and began to wiggle it down her hips. Starfire raised herself off the bed slightly to aid him in the process, and he tossed the ensemble away.

Robin sat back on his heels to just admire her. She posed for him, her legs still pressed together but her hair fell around her perfectly and her arms were out to her sides. The most intense 'come hither' expression was on her face.

Robin couldn't stand not touching her for more than a moment, and he lay back down on top of her, rejoining their lips. He felt anxious but knew he had to take things very slow. Everything had to be deliberate, because it was the first time ever and Robin wanted to remember every moment. Starfire tugged on Robin's boxers as she opened her legs and he nestled himself between them. She helped him kick his boxers off, and now they were skin-to-skin, looking into each other's faces and sighing in anticipation. Starfire's green irises were glittering; she was excited and nervous and desirous all at the same time. A muted pulse was throbbing between her legs, and she ached to feel him inside her, to finally be connected to him and feel him fill her completely.

Robin felt hesitant but also lightheaded and almost giddy as he gently nudged her.

Starfire gasped at the contact and pushed herself against him, wiggling her hips, desperately wanting him to continue.

Robin mentally prepared himself, and was just about to slip into her…

…when red lights began flashing and the Titans' alarm blared through the speakers.

Both jumped, startled.

"Noooo!" Starfire moaned, dismayed.

Robin flopped his face into the pillow beside Starfire's head. "Fuck," he said emphatically. "What great fucking timing," he sighed sarcastically.

"What should we do?" Starfire asked, unsure.

Robin lifted himself off of her. "We have to go. I'm sorry Star."

Robin scrambled for his uniform, which was all over the room, and Starfire hurried to find a bra and panties and dived into her closet for her regular clothes.

They scrambled out the door together.

Robin pounded his fist into his other hand. "I'm gonna freaking pound the living daylights out of whatever delinquent decided this was a good time to rob the fucking bank," he snarled.

There was a rather embarrassing moment as Robin and Starfire scrambled into Ops to find the rest of the Titans, Alfred, and Batman waiting.

The two blushed; still straightening their clothes and Starfire was trying to smooth her hair. Alfred had the tiniest of smirks on his face. The two boys wore matched knowing grins, Raven eyed Starfire's pink flushed face with a curve in her mouth, and Batman remained impassive as always, standing at the crime scanner.

"The disturbance is located in Jump's condemned air hangar. Your crime scanner cannot identify the criminal."

Robin's eyes widened. "Then you think it's-"

Batman nodded. "Scarecrow."

Ooohhh!!! Scarecrow finally makes an appearance! And Robin and Starfire were interrupted…

Next time: a fight with Scarecrow, a tag-a-long (any guesses?), and this story gets a little darker…