(A/N)- Aaand this be the first of the NSFWish chapters, for obvious reasons. Come on, with a prompt like "Naughty" how could I not be expected to roll with it?

Takes place about a year after Trouble in Tokyo so Robin and Starfire are about 17/18 in this.

Disclaimer: If I owned Teen Titans I would totally try to get away with sneaking RobStar behind-the-scenes banging past the radar.

RobStar Week 2015, Day 3 - Naughty

"Okay, you see the icon on the desktop with the shield symbol? That's their criminal database," Robin instructed.

"Gotcha. Uploading the list right now," came Cyborg's voice, slightly distorted through the static on the line. "Anything else you want me to do while I'm here?"

Robin sat back in his chair, scanning down his mental list of things left to do for the new Titan Tower. "I think all that's left is to connect the Tower to the secured Titans network."

"Right. Let's do that then."

The Boy Wonder raised his arms over his head, stretching out the kinks before settling back into his seat. The pale blue computer light washed his face with a weak glow. He glanced briefly at the desktop clock, noting the late hour and resolving to turn in once all this was finished.

As he pulled up the program to access the Tower's secured communications network, he didn't notice the door swishing open, nor the soft footfalls of bare feet as they crossed the room towards him.

"Got it pulled up," said Cyborg. "Read me off the encryption code?"

Robin clicked the mouse a few times, then started doing so. "It's three seven eight dash alpha zero beta dash—"

Feminine arms suddenly draped around his shoulders from behind. Robin felt the tickle of long hair against his cheek—long red hair, he noticed with a glance—and then Starfire's voice was breathing in his ear, low and sultry.

"Hello Robin."

Robin's brain activity completely ceased for a moment. He sat there, dumbfounded, for a few seconds.

"Zero beta dash?" prompted Cyborg, when Robin failed to continue speaking. "And next?"

Shaking himself from the stupor, he tried to rattle out the rest of the encryption code. "Uh, foxtrot seven seven three beta—"

"Do you know what I am wearing right now?" Starfire interrupted again, her lips so close to his ear he could feel the warmth of her breath, smell a trace of mint from her toothpaste.

Robin's detective side kicked in automatically, before he could tell himself to focus, and quickly noticed Starfire's bare arms—resting comfortably around him—the feeling of soft cotton fabric brushing his neck, the empty air sensation around her legs.

He gulped. It looked as though Starfire was wearing one of his undershirts.

And nothing else.

"You there man?" asked Cyborg.

Desperately Robin tried to pull his attention back to the string of letters and numbers on his computer screen.

"—three three gulf india dash delta five two. Access code zero three seven f-five..." Robin's voice trailed off as he felt Starfire nuzzling his face with her nose, pressing wet kisses to his cheek and ear.

"Ignoring me will only force me to physically remove you from this seat," she promised huskily, sliding her hands down his arms and chest.

His hands were shaking on the keyboard. "Star, please..." he whined, wrestling with the impulse to give in. She felt so warm...

"Is that Starfire I hear back there?" came Cyborg's voice. A moment later, incredulous, "Why is she purring?"

The sound of her trills rumbled in his ear and Robin found his mouth going dry, as Starfire pressed herself even closer to him. "Robin..." she moaned, clutching him with her fingers almost desperately. Her voice was a breathless whisper. "Please, my love... I am so... thirsty..."

Robin groaned, feeling heat rush to his face and... other places.

"I—I'm going to have to call you back, Cyborg," he managed to stammer out.

There was a distinct tone of disgust in the half-robot's voice as he complained, "Man, you two better keep it in the bedroom this time. I swear, Robin, if you get another nasty-ass mess on my couch I promise you that I will personally take your stupid metal staff and shove it right up your—"

"Goodbye now, Cyborg!" Starfire interrupted with a bright chirrup, reaching over and pushing the button to cut off the line.

Robin shivered at the sudden silence. Starfire wasted no time and dragged him from the chair onto the floor. Her hands reached up to grasp his wrists tightly, pinning them above his head as she straddled him.

"You are all mine now," she purred, leaning down over him, her eyes gleaming

"Yes ma'am," he managed to rasp, moaning a little as Starfire bent down to plant sucking kisses on his neck.

Well, Cyborg would probably kill him, but at least he'd die happy.