Raven had already meditated 5 times today and she was heavily considering a sixth. It was hard to decipher where her anxiety was starting and where her excitement began. Despite the anxious chittering of her teeth she was pretty pleased with how well she's been able to keep her composure most of the morning.

Breakfast had gone by without a hitch, she tried staying off to the back of the main room while Robin entertained their friends and enjoyed their company before he would ship them off to Titans East so they could have the tower alone to themselves for the night. In hindsight, she was surprised how easily their friends had accepted Robin's proposal for the three of them to spend the evening over there for "team building exercises". But in the end all of them knew that really just meant pizza, video games, and movies all at the discretion of Bee and Cyborg.

Raven felt slightly guilty thinking about the morning, her friends had tried getting her to come join in on their morning breakfast and conversation, but she was far too focused on what was to come later that night. She wasn't trying to raise any alarm bells for the others, but it was also hard to look at Robin with a straight face. She could feel the heat rising in her face just thinking about his gaze lingering on her. Even under the sanctuary of her cloak she was worried the others would be able to see her lose her composure.

Overall she knew it would be fine though, her friends were used to her dismal demeanor and tried not to be too critical towards her for it. Plus they would be back later tomorrow morning when it was all over and she could make it up to them then.

She bit her lip as she waited. Robin would be arriving at her room any second now and the nerves were eating away straight through her chest. The act of sex wasn't at all foreign to her, let alone scary in and of itself, but the absolute lack of control through the act felt daunting. Her and Robin had been messing around pretty often since they'd gotten more comfortable with each other, but they'd never fully committed to the act.

They'd been close, multiple times, but her fear of losing control outweighed her desire for her leader. The idea that her powers could cause something bad to happen to her friends in the midst of their passion was a major mood killer. Robin was more than patient and understanding with the situation, and she couldn't be more grateful. She made sure to try and show her appreciation in a barrage of ways, especially while they were alone. Just because she couldn't lose control completely didn't mean that he couldn't. She found that in those instances, being an empath was… slightly more rewarding. Even if she couldn't bask in the post orgasm bliss first hand, she could still ride the drunken euphoria drifting off of him.

Despite the nervous chatter of her brain, she knew overall she was more excited than anything else. Robin was wonderfully charismatic in his own way, always perfectly well spoken, saying the right thing exactly when she needed it. He'd eased the tension in her body easily when she'd awkwardly brought up the idea of scheduling a "sex night", giving her a cheesy smile before making silly jokes to lighten the mood and agreeing eagerly. The nights prior their date he had taken time to make sure she was still on board and that she was getting just as much out of it as he was.

The door to her room slides open suddenly and her heart lurches up into her throat as the Boy Wonder himself steps in. It was almost relieving to not only see, but smell and feel the anxiety drifting off him as well. He entered the room, his gaze heavily attached to the ground with one hand hidden tightly behind his back as he settled himself into the center of her room. The door slid shut behind him and he finally looked up to lock eyes with her. They stared at each other in awkward silence, their faces both flushed warmly as they took in each other.

"So…my uh…dad said I was allowed to spend the night but only if we kept the door open." Robin broke the silence first, joking awkwardly.

Raven snickered, raising her hand to cover her face to hide her amused smile. "Well I won't tell your dad if you don't."

"Deal." Robin grins down at her and she finally takes in his appearance.

"Did you dress up for this?" She asks looking down at his button up shirt and simple black pants, though he decided against any shoes.

"Uh, yeah." He looks down at himself. "Should I not have?"

"No it's…" She falters, flushing intensely still staring intently at his torso. "You look good."

She cringed internally at her own words, she was still horribly awkward about expressing compliments.

"Thanks." He grins, looking back up at her. "I take it you didn't dress up much?"

She throws the blanket off her bare legs to reveal her usual leotard and flat expression.

"Oh?" His brow twitches and he steps closer slowly "Dinner is served?".

"What's behind your back?" She asks, carefully scooting towards the edge of her bed.

"Oh!" He repeats, pulling his arm out from behind his back to reveal his hand clawfully grasping both a small bouquet of half a dozen red roses and a bottle of wine.

"Oh my god." She covers her face with both her hands as she feels the heat rise in her cheeks.

"Do you not like it?" He asks, the smell of anxiety rising in him.

"No that's not it at all," She shakes her head, her hands still covering her face. "That's just so…sweet. I wasn't expecting it."

She feels the warm joy radiate off him as the tension flows away and he closes the distance between them to stand between her legs. "I just thought it'd be nice."

"It is." She agrees.

There wasn't a lot she was expecting from this altercation, but so far Robin's already gone above and beyond her standards. The gifts almost make her brain short circuit and forget what they're even here for to begin with. They haven't even started kissing yet heat is flooding through her body in desire. She continues staring at the objects in his hands as silence washes over them once again. She's unsure whether to take them from him or allow him to put them down, but either way she wants them out of the way. She looks up into his masked face and is comforted to see him looking just as unsure. She takes the flowers and bottle from his hands and places them on the floor slightly within reach of the bed before tugging at the waistband of his pants to pull him closer.

His breath hitches as she does and he slowly leans down to trace his fingers across her thighs. "Are you sure this is going to be okay?"

She nods, looking up at him through lidded eyes. "I trust you."

His lips capture hers tenderly, guiding her back onto the bed. She hums in approval, moving back to give him room so he can hover over her slightly. This part is pleasant yet still simple and familiar, she can daze in and out of focus while their lips and hands wander aimlessly across one another. Her arms wind around his neck, allowing her hands to run through his fluffy hair. His hands find her waist, pulling her closer and her body purs as his warmth seeps into her. She's desperate to feel him closer, to feel their skin together.

Her fingers toy at the neck of his shirt. "How attached are you to this shirt?" She asks breathlessly.

"Not very." He mutters.

She nods slightly, pulling his head back down to crash their lips together once again. Black energy carefully envelopes each of the buttons before an echoing "pop" rips between them as each is plucked from the shirt. Her hands can finally travel along the length of his torso down to his waistband, and as eager for the main event as she was, she still wanted to take their time and enjoy the night. Her hands lavish his torso, tracing over his chest, his arms, the taut skin across his stomach and abs. His skin feels impeccable and her body feels like it's vibrating.

His lips shudder against hers slightly as her hands ghost over sensitive areas along his ribs and chest. He leans back so he can lay on his side, facing her on the bed, one hand pulling her along with him so she could lay partially on top of his chest. The arm closest to her snakes around her waist so she's tucked into the side of his body, his other hand trailing the length of her bare leg to hitch it up and over his waist.

Raven can't help the moan of pleasure that vibrates in her throat as his own leg comes up to rest between both of hers, offering the faintest pressure to the warmth between her legs. She shudders, rolling her hips, creating friction against his thigh. He lets her, peppering kisses lightly around the neck of her leotard. The arm wrapped around her back raises awkwardly to play with the zipper at the back of her neck, the other hand tracing long teasing patterns across the leg hiked over his hip.

She continues rolling her hips in deep slow strokes across his thigh, her fingers grasping and curling in sections of his shirt as she tries pulling him even closer to her body. His hand stops his lazy trails across her leg to finally grab a handful of her ass, pulling her closer. They moan into each other's mouths as their bodies pressed tightly against one another, shooting sparks down to the pits of their stomachs.

She pushes at one sleeve of his shirt, only to realize she'd have to move off his other arm in order to get it off completely. He starts to move to help her, but she growls low in her throat pulling him back into another heated kiss. Her powers lash out, ripping the shirt messily off Robin's lanky frame, leaving his entire chest and back completely exposed. He shudders against her as the energy whips around his body and then is greeted by the chilly air against his skin.

Her hands travel back up into his hair again, her nails scraping faintly against his scalp. Her movements against his thigh are getting jerky and desperate and she's aching for him to do more.

"More," She moans breathlessly as they pull apart to breathe.

Robin removes his free hand from her ass to slowly trail up her waist and over her ribs, gently applying more pressure as he reaches her breasts. He idles there slightly, massaging the mound through the leotard. She appreciates the thought, but she doesn't feel much between the extra layer of ridiculousness hidden below her uniform he had yet to unravel. Taking the hint he hums in interest, removing the hand to finally grasp the zipper and start peeling the material away from her skin.

It felt tantalizing as she waited for the zipper to reach the middle of her back. Slowly he inched the fabric down to reveal her slim pale body. Finally was the embarrassing moment she had been waiting for. He noticed the top first as expected, the vibrant blue floral-esque lace that lined her decently endowed chest rested tightly on top of her ribs. The extra padding added a nice accentuation, though it didn't make the experience any more enjoyable for her. The leotard stopped bunched around her waist as his hands lingered on the skin and his masked face was clearly entranced by her body.

"Rae," He all but chokes out.

"Surprise."' She mutters flatly, the heat returning to her cheeks again and she suddenly can't look into his face.

He stares at her for far longer than she expects him to and the heat of embarrassment grows.

"Is that a good reaction?" She finally asks when his mouth starts to slacken slightly.

"God yeah," He whispers.

His fingers trace lines up across her bare stomach, slowly inching up towards the lace on her chest. He toys with the material lightly, his fingers dipping slightly just between the lace and her skin, allowing faint relief from its restriction. He pulls her flush against his body as he claims her mouth once more. She gives a surprised hum against his lips, but revels in the sensation of their skin pressing warmly against each other.

She allows him to attack her lips with heated kisses for a moment, before sliding her hands down from around his neck to toy with the waistband of his pants once more. She teases him lightly, dipping her fingers just slightly below the hem of his boxers to run the pads of her fingers against the rough tight skin of his pelvis. She feels him shudder under their kiss as she continues to tease him, dipping her hand lower and lower towards his groin.

His hands tighten against her body once she finally gives in and allows her hand to carefully cup along the length of his dick, applying just enough pressure for him to moan into her mouth and jerk his hips into her hand. She allows him to grind into her hand for a few moments, their lips parting with a wet pop as his breath trembles between them. His hands are desperate against the bare skin of her back, trying to pull himself closer to the pleasure.

His grunt of displeasure is audible when she slips her hand out of his pants to bring her other hand down to sloppily try unbuttoning them. It's her turn to groan in displeasure as he rolls them over then, pulling up and away from her so he can stand between her legs again at the foot of the bed. He unbuttons his pants quickly, pushing both them and his boxers down to his ankles, freeing his hard erection exposing it to the air. Trying to match his pace, Raven pulls herself farther up towards the top of the bed, removing the last bit of her bunched up uniform as she does.

She watches as Robin falters, taking in the full set of the ridiculous lingerie she'd thought to get to make the night special. Even through his mask she can feel his eyes traveling along the length of her entire body laid out for him like an entree. The bottom of the set matched the top in color, the vibrant blue floral lace now hugged her hip bones snugly. The bottom half split in the middle for easy access, leaving two triangular patches attached to either side of her pelvis, only held up by a contraption of strings that twisted along her hips and ass.

She felt silly once again, staring up at the completely naked titan as he continued staring down at her, gawking at the wonders she'd exposed to him. As he continued to ravish her body with his eyes, she noticed his dick twitch as it slowly started leaking precum.

"Nice dick." She says offhandedly, still staring at his member.

It wasn't the first time she'd seen it by a long shot, but something about the two of them being so intimately exposed with each other never seemed to feel any less goofy. She watches his head whip up to look into her eyes briefly as he catches his breath.

"Nice puss." He returns automatically, still slightly breathless.

Something shatters behind him as an intense wave of laughter rips through Raven's throat. "What the fuck did you just say?"

"What?" He asks grinning as he lowers himself onto the bed and crawls his way up towards where the demi-demon lay. "I thought we were handing out compliments"

"Puss," She gasped out between trickles of laughter.

The lightbulb on her bedside table lamp crackles as she struggled to reign in the laughter.

Robin can't help but laugh along with her. "Easy now it wasn't that funny."

"It was stupid." She sighs heavily, leaning her head against his shoulder as she tries to stifle her giggles.

His breath tickles along her shoulder as he chuckles, peppering kisses along her neck. Her laughter slowly trickles away into breathy moans of pleasure as he pulls her body close to his once again, their skin pleasantly warm against each other. He pulls her leg up over his hip once again, his fingers toying with the strings looping over the top of her ass.

Robin moans as Raven gasps a whimper into his shoulder as their cores graze against each other faintly. Robin drags his teeth lightly across the skin where her neck meets her shoulder and she shudders, her fingers digging into his arms. He continues mouthing at the skin there while the hand bracing her leg over his hip begins traveling. Along the pit of her knee, over the soft fleshy underside of her thighs, then traces the triangular section between her legs, exposed by the lingerie.

She shudders, her eyes resting shut gently as she allows him to explore her body. He continues working at her neck, leaving love bites for later, she assumes. His lips hesitate slightly against her neck as his fingers near her pulsating slit. She trembles, moving one of her hands to travel back up to twist into his hair, the other carefully guiding his hesitant fingers to her core. Her fingers dig into his arm automatically, more at the sensation than the intrusion, as he carefully slides a single finger between her folds collecting some moisture along his finger.

"Let me know if you want to stop." He whispers gently into her ear and she shakes her head sharply.

"No, please," She all but begs, trying to roll her hips down into his hand.

He nods against her neck, continuing his motions as he slowly runs his single digit up along her slit before reaching the top to circle the small sensitive nub there. Ravens' body clenches each time he makes a pass there, her legs quivering ever so slightly as the tightness below her stomach flutters. Slowly with time, Robin introduces a second finger, going through the process of once again lathering the digit in the moistness between her folds.

This time as he continues his ministrations on her clit, his middle finger carefully slides between her folds and into her warmth. She lets out a breathy moan as he does, her fingers gripping tightly in his hair as he slowly becomes familiar with her body. His fingers press lightly against her walls sending flickers and pulses of sensations throughout her body. Her walls clench around his fingers each time his finger passes over her clit, and she feels like she can't get close enough to his body.

She rolls her hips harshly into his hand, both of them letting out a low moan as the contact sends warmth through their bodies. She faintly remembers his cock still hard between them and she fumbles her grasp away from his arm to seek it out. She finds his warm member, sliding her hand along the length of it before running her thumb over the head to smear the precum along his shaft. Robin moans low in his throat, his pattern on her clit stuttering slightly as he loses focus. Raven whimpers at the loss of friction and tries rolling her hips into his to keep the heat alive.

Her breath comes out in desperate gasps as she pulls his head up away from her neck to kiss him fiercely. Everything in her body is screaming for more of him. She's beyond glad they have the house to themselves because if this was any other night she's not sure she'd be able to stop if she tried. His tongue traces over her lips slightly and she bites lightly at his bottom lip as she pulls away.

"I want you." She whispers breathlessly, wrapping both her arms around his neck and tugging him slightly on top of her chest to accentuate her point.

He nods, leaning down to kiss her again as he adjusts their position, resting the demoness on her back while he settles between her legs. She spreads her legs wide for him to brace himself on his knees as he lines up his member with her entrance. He slides the head of his dick between her folds, similar to how he had with his fingers gathering her building liquid before slowly slipping into her warmth.

Her nails dig into his arms and her eyes flutter as he fills her slowly. Her teeth chatter as she rests her forehead against his shoulder as he bottoms out, their pelvis's flush against each other.

"Fuck." Robin's voice is tense in her ear and it causes her to shudder. "Breathe, Rae." He reminds her and she has to manually remind her body how to exhale.

She adjusts her hips underneath him slightly, causing his member to move against her walls and they both moan in response. His hand grips her thigh roughly and pulls it over his hip so he can run his hand down the length of her leg and grasp at her ass, massaging the soft area before trailing his finger across the straps of her lingerie to finally rub smooth circles around her clit. Her breath shudders at the sensation, moving her hips in search of more.

He began moving his hips then, slow languid strokes in and out of her warmth and she has to keep reminding herself to breathe. He begins mouthing at her neck once more as his strokes become more consistent along with the ministrations on her clit. A pool of heat and pleasure feels like it's boiling beneath her stomach as she feels him slide along her slick walls easily. She tries rolling her hips slowly in time with his motions and he groans as she does, his hands fisting in the sheets near her head as he curses her name.

She whimpers into his mouth as she pulls him up for a messy kiss and his strokes stutter slightly. He responds deeply to her kiss for a moment before suddenly sharply thrusting his hips into her. She gasps, pulling away from his face as her eyes flash open. He thrusts sharply again and she moans, her head lolling back onto the bed behind her as he continues his strokes. She loops her arms under his so she can dig her nails into his back. Trying to pull him closer, she's suddenly hyper aware of the barrier between their chests and it frustrates her, eliciting a growl in her throat. Trying to remember some semblance of control, she allows a tendril of power to lash out and shred her lacey bra enough for her bare chest to finally press against his.

"You could just use your words." He mutters against her lips.

"More." She hisses in response.

He grunts, shifting his weight so his strokes can angle deeper. His dick rubs against the inside of her walls each time he pulls out slightly, nudging a certain spot that makes her shudder. She grips him tightly, feeling the pooling below her stomach swell almost as if it were about to burst.

"Robin." She gasps his name out, trying to warn him and he grunts against her, speeding up his motions against her clit.

"I'm close, Rae." He groans into her shoulder and she whimpers.

Her nails trail vicious red lines into his back and her teeth cut hard into his shoulder as the heat overwhelms her body and her vision flickers in and out of black specs. She feels his hands grip her body tightly as his hips stutter rapidly against hers as he finishes, his breath quick and heavy against the side of her head. Her teeth tremble against his shoulder as she breathes in the heady scent of his arousal mixed with her own. Her body feels like it's practically vibrating again as his bliss mingles with hers and her head spins. She extracts her teeth from his shoulder and nuzzles her nose along the length of his neck while her body purs in pleasure. He raises his body slow and carefully, leaning back to slowly pull himself out of her so he can rest beside her.

"All good?" He asks, pulling her warm shaky body into his side.

"Mhm." She slurs slightly incoherently, as she rests her eyes shut, leaning into his body. "You?"

He snickers. "Mhm."

His hands trace lazy patterns across her back as they relax into the silence of the night. As the emotions in the room dampen down enough for her to gain sensibility she cracks an eye open to survey the damage done to her room. She's pleasantly surprised to find most of the room undisturbed, minus a few bulbs shattered and objects obviously disheveled from her power surges. She smiles gently against his chest and slowly snakes an arm over his waist. He peppers kisses across the crown of her head and she raises her head slowly so their lips can meet gently.

"How are you feeling?" He asks softly as they pull apart, and she can't help but giggle as her brain spins while she tries thinking of a response.

He breathes a chuckle against her lips. "Pretty good I take it."

"Yeah," She nods, ducking her head against his chest as her face flushes. "Pretty good." She agrees.

His laughter deepens as he begins playing with strands of her deep purple hair. "So when are we going to schedule another one of these dates?"

"Why wait?" She purs slowly sliding her body on top of his so she can straddle his hips. "Do you know how much pent up sexual energy I've had since we've been together?" She rolls her hips down onto his so his member slides between her slit causing him to moan. "Are you ready to give this up so quickly once the others get home?" She braces her hands against his chest looking down at him through lidded eyes. "You're lucky we have all night to get plenty of practice in."