(A/N)- Bit generic with this one but whatever.

Disclaimer: Ah, nope, not me.

RobStar Week 2020, Day 2 - Warmth

Starfire lightly clinked the spoon against the rim of the mug before putting it down on the counter. Taking the mug by the handle she cupped her hand around the rim and blew lightly on the hot surface of the liquid inside.

Satisfied, she took it in both hands and turned, leaving the kitchen area and walking over to the lumpy bundle seated on the couch. Robin glanced up from his huddle of thick blankets, extending a hand out to take the steaming cup from his smiling girlfriend.

"Here," she said, handing it to him gently. "I am afraid it will not taste as good as it would have on Tamaran," she apologized, sitting down next to him. "I was out of forgbloth and I am not sure the coffee cream will work as a substitute."

"I'm sure it'll be fine." He curled his fingers around the handle, his right hand opening up the blanket, extending the edge to her.

She took the offer, scooting in closer until she was right up next to him. He dropped the blanket around both their shoulders, winding an arm around her too, and feeling her body settle against him.

He shivered, leaning in to take a sip from the mug.

The hot drink burned its way down his throat, soothing, easing the chills away.

He swallowed with a sigh of contentment.

Starfire beamed, snuggling into his shoulder. "Does that 'hit the spot'?" she asked cheekily.

He grinned at her. "You're amazing, Star." He glanced forward out the darkened main window, watching motes of uncharacteristic snow drifting outside. He leaned his ear on her hair, rubbing her shoulder. "Cyborg says the parts for the Tower's heating system should be here Friday. So we'll just have to tough it out until then."

"Indeed," she commented. "Though I do not see what is so unbearable about this light chill."

Robin chuckled, deciding not to point out that the record-setting cold front that had blown in and knocked out power in half of Jump City from snow and freezing ice and damaged the Tower's heating pipes was a bit more than a 'light chill'. Instead, he took another long gulp of the Tamaranian drink Starfire had fixed him, feeling its pleasant heat extending through him from his hair to his toes.

"It's too bad we don't have a fireplace," he said. "When Gotham would have cold blasts, Bruce would let me have hot chocolate and sit in front of it all night."

Starfire listened pensively, nodding once. "That does sound delightful." She curled a finger around the edge of the blanket, playing with the tassels. "Perhaps next time we are up there we might do that?"

"Maybe." He slurped the spicy brown tea for a moment. "This is really good," he complimented.

"Thank you."

The two fell silent for a while, the quiet buzzing hum of the space heater in front of them droning away. Starfire sat in a bubble of comforting heat with him, feeling him relax against her.

She slowly wound her arms around his stomach.

"It is getting late," she observed, glancing at the clock display on the corner of the main screen. "Should we not retire soon?" she asked.

Robin scrunched up, clutching his hot mug with both hands. "It's cold in my room, though," he grumbled.

"'s'cold everywhere in the Tower, dude," Beast Boy piped up suddenly from behind them. "Don't act like your room is so special."

Robin twisted his head around to glare at the changeling. "Do you mind? We were having a moment."

Beast Boy rolled his eyes in disgust. "I just need my sour gummi snacks. Then I'm going back into hibernation and you two can be as gross and cutesy as you want."

"Bottom left cabinet, top shelf," Robin relayed flatly.

"Thanks!" Beast Boy said brightly, bouncing into the kitchen and immediately locating the box. He held it up and shook it pointedly at Robin before stuffing a corner into his mouth and morphing into a polar bear.

He lumbered out of the room, great paws making soft thuds on the carpet.

Robin turned back to his girlfriend. "Where were we?" he asked, genuinely clueless.

Starfire smirked wryly, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "I believe we were discussing the merits of you remaining here snuggled in the blankets with me."

He faintly blushed at that. "Uh... we were?"

She giggled, pulling the blankets closer around both of them. "If it is that cold in your room I see no reason for you to leave," she argued.

"O—okay then... um..." Robin stammered, suddenly acutely aware of how close she was and how... warm her skin was. He quickly worked on finishing his drink to distract himself.

It didn't work.

Starfire's proximity was close and intimate and the blankets were a comfortable cocoon around them, and the liquid in his cup was a mellow balm against the pervasive chill in the Tower.

In spite of it all he relaxed, leaning into Starfire and letting her hair tickle his neck.

"Did... did you want to do anything?" he asked, a nervous flutter in his heart.

She breathed out in contentment, closing her eyes.

"Merely hold you for a while," she said, "and enjoy this."

So they stayed there for a long hour, quietly, cuddling close and just feeling each other's heartbeats.

And the cold outside their little huddle could not touch them at all.