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Chapter 42: Sweet Things in Life

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Adult themes. DO NOT read if you are underage or dislike controversial things.

Author's Note: HAPPY NEW YEAR! :-) May '23 treat you better than '22 did.

The kiss had been soft and sweet. The tender pressing of anxious lips together. The proof that love exists between the newlyweds. There has been an uproar of applause surrounding Raven and Robin as husband and wife gaze into each other's eyes with love and contentment. Robin had joyously clapped along with the excited guests in the banquet hall, but he couldn't help but notice that his shadowy companion was much slower to join in and distinctly less enthusiastic than everyone else. Her exotic features were hidden beneath her iconic navy hood, but Robin could tell from the tenseness of her shoulders that she is uncomfortable at this celebrity wedding. He had to push back his annoyance at her reluctance to just be happy in the moment. There was no doubt that he would have had a more pleasant time if he had been paired with Starfire for this event. He controls the tight pull downwards of his lips as he reverts his attention back to the beautiful couple on stage.

The musician and the movie star. Both were big names in their respective industry, but they chose to hold their wedding on the outskirts of the Titan's jurisdiction. It is a quaint location that is filled with trees and open space. Perfect to set up an elaborate tent and hold a quasi-outdoor wedding. The high-profile guest list included Bruce Wayne and the mayor of the city. This demanded tight security so, of course, the Teen Titans had to make an appearance to keep everyone "safe." It wasn't a necessity for the whole team to be there, but a formality to demonstrate the pull that this power couple have. In fact, the bride specifically requested that Starfire not attend the ceremony for fear that eyes and camera lens would focus on the wrong woman. There could only be one beautiful woman on this bride's special day, and she would be damned if she was outshone by a gorgeous alien teenager with unearthly proportions. Beastboy was still too young and immature to sit still during such a long ceremony and would no doubt do something embarrassing. Cyborg was out of town, claiming that he needed to meet with "someone." Robin has a sneaking suspicion that he's going to see his father, so he decided to let him be. Therefore, the task fell to Raven and Robin.

Neither one of the young birds were particularly excited about attending this function. Both thought that their time and energy should be dedicated to something more worthwhile like meditation and research. However, they received a direct order from the Enterprise that at least two members of the team must make an appearance to appease the financial powers that be. In moments like these, Robin sorely wished that the Teen Titans were an independent group instead of part of a much larger conglomerate. It would make it so much easier to avoid these publicity stunts and focus on the real work of being heroes and saving lives, but he bit the bullet anyway because he wanted to impress his mentor.

Even though Robin's father figure was present as the playboy billionaire, he knew that Bruce was taking mental notes on the way that he conducts himself and how well his subordinate follows his commands. Right now, said underling was definitely killing the mood with her gloomy aura. He had to give her something to do before she scares away the other guests. With a muted sigh of frustration, Robin places two gloved fingers at the center of his head. Why couldn't she just be normal? What makes it so difficult for her to just blend in with the crowd? Must she make working with people so painful? To a certain extent, he understands that she's not a social creature, but that's no excuse for not knowing how to work the crowd. Did she really think he wanted to be here? Forcing good natured smiles and shaking hands with people who he knew were corrupt but didn't have enough evidence for a conviction? She needs to learn how to do unpleasant things in a pleasant way or the public will never learn to like her, much less love her. She clearly wasn't ready for that lecture now, so the only thing left to do was to get her out of the way.

Robin quietly leans towards Raven and gently taps her shoulder. When she glances his way, he motions towards the entrance that leads to the reception space outside. She nods and follows him out.

It crosses his mind to tell her that her whole attitude is annoying and that every move she makes is being hyper analyzed by their boss. Instead, he bites his tongue because he knows that it will just lead to a fight. "Now that the wedding is over, the reception will begin soon. The newlyweds don't plan on spending too long here since they have a flight to catch for their honeymoon on some private island somewhere."

Robin pauses so that the information sinks in. He watches as Raven slowly nods once to let him know that she's listening. "We only need to be here for as long as the bride and groom are here. When they leave, we can leave. They are the ones who are employing us, after all. So, I want you to melt into the shadows and focus on maintaining the perimeter of the venue. Make sure that no one with ill intent enters or leaves. I'll remain here and monitor the guests."

Robin feels his eye twitch when her gravel like voice hits his ear drums. "Understood."

He couldn't help but think that she should get that checked out as he watches her disappear. It's not normal for a young girl such as herself to sound like that. It was so...unfeminine.

Needless to say, the evening went by without a hitch with Raven stalking in the shadows while Robin made sure to endear himself to the most important people in the crowd. Dashing smile, artfully tousled hair, and an air of complete confidence had many guests swooning at the competent and promising teenager in their midst. He needed Bruce to see how well he was doing. He had to let him know that even though Robin is young, he can still hold his own.

Recognize me.

Praise me.

It was all he ever really wanted from his father figure, but what he got that night was more akin to a list of critiques of things to work on for next time. The firm pat on his shoulder by the larger, stronger hand did little to soften the blow around not memorizing all of the names of each celebrities' security detail. Not knowing leaves too many openings that can be exploited by lesser noticed people. Did Bruce really expect him to know the names of every waiter and shoe shiner at this event? There was a small part of Robin that recognized the truth in his mentor's words, and he wouldn't be at all surprised to find that Bruce does know the names of all the staff working tonight. The careless criticism dampened Robin's ego so much that he felt the need to withdraw from the crowd. He no longer had it in him to keep up the farce.

Needless to say, the Boy Wonder has a long way to go before he's ready to step out of Batman's shadow.

Robin leans his back against the Titan's car and gazes up at the stars twinkling in the sky. They vaguely remind him of Starfire's eyes when she's excited about some new earth thing. A small, affectionate smile graces his lips as he thinks about how much she would have enjoyed this lavish wedding. The corners of his lips pull downward when he realizes what a wasted opportunity it was to spend some time together. Maybe he should invite her out on a date or something when they get back? Just the two of them.

"Robin."

The sound of Raven's scratchy voice almost makes him jump out of his skin, but he manages to stop his body from leaping too high into the air. Robin glances at her and notices that she is half buried in the shadows. All he could see were her hooded head and a part of her shoulders. Even her impressive violet eyes were hidden from his gaze.

"Step out of the shadows, Raven," he softly commands in the tone of a request. She does as she is bidden and fully steps into the starlit area of the private parking lot. When she is in full view, Robin continues with "report."

The younger girl huffs a bit in response to his tone but doesn't push back. Instead, she answers. Her deeper voice breaks the silence in the air. "The couple have said their final goodbyes. I've just completed one last sweep of the perimeter. All seems to be clear. From what I've seen, the majority of guests are already on their way out."

Robin nods as she speaks. "They're probably leaving for the after-party Bruce Wayne is hosting. You know he can't be outdone. Especially not by celebrities."

"How?" she asks no one in particular. Robin raises an eyebrow to her question, and she clarifies, "How do they have the energy to keep going? All I want to do is go back to the Tower and mediate until I fall asleep."

"Ha!" escapes Robin's mouth before he could stop himself. He quietly laughs out loud before pushing himself off the side of the car. He gently pulls open the passenger door for Raven and gestures for her to get in. "From my experience, Raven, most of these high-profile people are running from their demons. If that means running from party to party just to feel something, then they'll do it with a smile."

She frowns at his response and looks at the empty passenger seat, but doesn't make a move to step in.

"You know," she starts, "we're both tired. I could just teleport us back to the Tower."

"You could," he replies as he points upwards, "but we should enjoy the stars for as long as we can before we get back to the city. They shine a lot brighter out here than they do back at the Tower."

For the first time all night Raven glances up at the starry sky. She had been so focused on monitoring the crowd and mitigating the tidal wave of emotions from the guests that she had forgotten to take a moment to enjoy the views the venue has to offer. She is caught up in how bright the moon is shining among the twinkling of millions of stars and a small smile tug at her lips. Robin's keen eyes watch as Raven's hood slips off of her head as she stares, enraptured by the heavens. She doesn't bother to pull it back up and he lets go a sigh of relief. He hadn't realized how much he missed seeing her face all night. The softness of her pale skin under the moonlight looked breathtaking. It accentuated the fullness of her lips and complimented the roundness of her cheeks. The glittering chakra gem embedded in her smooth forehead couldn't compete with the way her striking violet eyes seem to glow in the darkness. Anyone who cared to look could clearly see that Raven is a very pretty girl who would grow into a dangerously beautiful woman one day...and for some reason that knowledge made him feel incredibly uncomfortable.

"Get in the car, Raven. Let me take you home." Both birds were stunned by the amount of affection in Robin's voice. He hadn't meant to sound like that, but he also couldn't deny that Raven was starting to grow on him. First and foremost, she is his subordinate, and he is her leader, but the camaraderie that comes with working beside someone for so long is beginning to morph their simple working relationship into something...different. At least for him.

There is a dusting of pink on her cheeks as she nods her agreement. She slips into the passenger seat and is careful to pull her cape inside the car before Robin slams the door shut. Raven is fastening her seat belt as Robin climbs into the driver's side and starts the car.

"Finally," he breaths into the air, "home sweet home."

"Yes," is the quiet response from his right elbow, "home."

Robin glances at Raven and notices that her hands are clasp in her lap. A part of her cape has fallen open to reveal the length of one enticing thigh. Sometimes, he forgets how revealing her costume really is. The high cut leotard that conforms to the developing shape beneath it unsettles him, but he has no idea how to address it without sounding like a pervert. Honestly, he couldn't address it without also having Starfire change her whole wardrobe. There are just some topics that should be left well enough alone. If Raven feels comfortable in it, then Robin will just have to deal with it, even if he has to poke out a lecherous eye or two from villains and civilians alike.

They drive in silence for a few minutes. Rachel lowers her window a bit to let in the cool night air and gently rests her head against the window. Her eyes are trained on the stars that are flying by while the moon is eerily still in the sky. Robin can tell that there are a lot of thoughts floating through her mind. He could also tell that not many of them were pleasant. There was a part of him that wants to strike up a conversation to pull her out of her own head, but an even bigger part of him is all peopled out. However, it was Raven's voice that broke the silence.

"You said," she timidly begins before licking her dry lips, "you said that those people are running from their demons. You also said you're speaking from experience."

"That's right," he says with his eyes still on the road. "We all have some sort of trauma in our lives that we run from. Things that we don't want to think about, much less look in the eye and deal with."

"Did you also run from party to party to escape it?" she asks before quickly continuing with. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want. I'm not try…"

"I did once," he cuts her off. "But it wasn't necessarily party to party." More like woman to woman. Honestly, if he hadn't found vigilante crime fighting, he would have been a womanizing man whore by the time he turned 16.

"How did you cope with it?" she asks as she continues to stare out the window, "With the demons that chased you?"

A tight, humorless smile tugs at the young man's lips when he corrects her with "Still chasing me, you mean. Thankfully, Batman and I found each other. A life of crime fighting helps me keep those negative feels at bay. Well, usually. When I feel it start to creep up, I just think about the all the good that I'm doing by helping those that need it."

"Is it enough to appease your monsters?" Raven asks with a hint of sadness in her voice. "I don't think it's enough to appease mine. I have so many more sins to atone for than you do."

"I don't think I understand what you're saying, Raven," he says with a worrying tone. His comment is met with silence because the girl beside him is lost in her own thoughts.

"…"

Robin pulls over to the side of the road and kills the engine. Before Raven could say a word, he cuts her off.

"There's no way we're just leaving that as is," he says. "What sins have you committed? As far as I can tell, you have a strong moral compass. Stronger than most. Maybe even stronger than mine."

She looks past him and out of the driver's side window. Her gaze is distant, and her voice is low as she says "I am a demonness. I am darkness and doomed to bring destruction wherever I reside."

"Who told you that?" he demands with anger seeping into his voice. "Tell me who told you that and I'll show you a liar."

"There is no lie here, Robin," she says. "My father is a demon, and I am his daughter. The powers that I wield are demonic in origin. I live in the da…"

"You're only half demon," he corrects her. "Your mother is very much human and even though we humans have done some fucked up shit over the centuries, we've done some good things too. You can't discredit that side of you."

The sadness never left her eyes, even as her lips turn slightly upward. "Even so, Robin, what I've been cursed with has attracted nothing but danger and those who seek to use me for their own gain. I'm not destined for the sweet things in life like marriage...or a family."

"I hate to break it to you Raven, but those things aren't unique to you," he retorts. He's annoyed by the sudden pity party she's determined to have. "Humans use, abuse and abandoned each other all the time. It's not the best side of our species, but it's there. You deserve all the sweet things...as much as I do...as much as anyone else roaming this planet."

He watches as she shakes her head. He can tell that his words aren't registering with her, so he asks, "What's really on your mind? What's making you feel this way?"

Raven turns away from him and places her head on the car's headrest. She peers at the night sky through the skylight on the roof of the vehicle. Robin follows her gaze and pushes a button that activates the window so that she can clearly see the sky. The cool night air rushes in and settles in the space around the pair of birds.

"I wasn't…" she pauses to put her words together, "I wasn't expecting this wedding to make me think of Malchior so much."

Robin releases a deep breath at her words. Of course, it's girl problems. Typical. He mimics Raven's posture and joins her in gazing up at the stars.

"I know this sounds stupid...I can feel your annoyance," she says as she shoots him a side eye before looking back at the stars. "To be honest, I'm annoyed at myself. I know he used me to get what he wanted, but for a brief moment, I felt normal. Like an average girl in love...being loved. When we kissed, I thought that was it. I found the one. I found love. I found what everyone was looking for. I wasn't the weird goth girl lurking in the corner. On the outside looking in...y'know?"

Robin wanted to retort that that perception was partly her fault for keeping herself in the shadows so that she could avoid human interactions, but he wisely kept his mouth shut. This moment wasn't about him.

"Most people...they either fear me or want to manipulate me. The monks...the people of earth...even the members of the Titans…" she speaks slowly and with pain laced in her voice. "Even you...Robin...when we first met you were as cold and calculating as ever…"

Robin opens his mouth to defend himself and tell her that he never viewed her that way, but what tumbles pass his lips is the truth. "You are correct. When we first met, and for a long time after, I spent a lot of time thinking of ways to make sure you don't defect from the team. I was trying to determine the best way to keep you in line and how to handle you when/if you ever stepped out of line and not follow an order. I didn't necessarily view you as a person, but as what you're capable of doing…"

"I know," came Raven's matter of fact response. Such a simple, straight forward reply ate away at his conscious.

"But you are a person," he continues, "it took me a long time to realize that as stoic as you are on the outside, you're bursting with feelings on the inside. I've misjudged you and so have many people, but that doesn't mean that you're not worthy of being loved. You just placed your first experience with love in the wrong hands. It happens. You live and you learn."

They sat in silence for a few minutes. Both birds lost in their own thoughts.

"I wish I had your foresight," she mumbles more to herself than to him. "You are smart enough to place your love in someone as dependable as Starfire."

"Well," he responds with a snort, "Like I said. You live and you learn."

"Wait...are you saying that your first love isn't Starfire?" Raven looked at Robin with a dumbfounded expression on her face. She couldn't believe that there had...no... that there could possibly be someone else.

Robin continues to gaze at the stars as he thinks about his "first love." If it could be called that. He lifts his right hand and gently places it on top of Raven's head. When she doesn't smack his hand away, he dares to entwine some of his fingers in her silky hair.

"We are more similar than you think," he says without actually looking at her, "our first experience with this thing called love was built on deceit and manipulation. He wanted your powers, and she wanted everything I'm worth. We were both exploited because they realized that what we craved was warmth and companionship. Someone to help us feel a little less alone in a world full of people…"

"Ah…" is whispered on his right, "she was your first kiss, too?"

She was his first everything. How does he explain to Raven that a grown woman took a lonely, orphaned boy by the hand and welcomed him into her bed? That she stroked more than just his hair? That she touched more than just his aching heart? Or that she held him as he cried himself to sleep on her shoulder when he had just arrived to boarding school? When he had felt his first release in her warmth? With tattered pictures of deceased parents haphazardly taped to the mirror in his room. She told him that she loved him, but that she'd love him just a tiny bit more if she could meet his guardian. That she'd hold him a little bit longer if he promised her the world.

"Robin?" the sound of his name brought him back to the present. He was startled to see violet eyes brimming with tears. Were they for him? For her? For them both?

"Why are you crying, Raven?" he quietly asks as he gently wipes both of her eyes with his thumbs. They sparkle like precious gems beneath the starry sky. He cups her round face in his hands and appreciates the feel of her softness.

"I'm crying," she hiccups, "because you can't...because you won't..."

That was the first time Richard ever saw his Rachel cry and it warmed his heart that it was for him. Up until that point, he hadn't thought that she was capable of breaking down into such sweet tears. The tender moment had been short lived because her erratic emotions had the lights flickering dangerously in the car. Thankfully, none of the bulbs blew, but a very embarrassed Rachel yanked her hood back up to cover her face. The rest of the ride home that night was silent, but not uncomfortable. They took an unexpected step at deepening their friendship...an unexpected step that led them to this moment in Richard's bathroom.

"Why are you crying, Rachel?" he softly whispers against her swollen lips. He was surprised and elated that she was the one to initiate their first kiss. Richard knew that his wide smile is out of place in this moment, but he couldn't control it. Couldn't control the way his tongue darts out to lick his own lips in anticipation.

A distraught Rachel looks at him with unfocused eyes and mumbles, "This isn't real...this can't be real."

"This is as real as you want it to be," he responds. Richard holds out one of his hands and gently commands her to "place your hand in mine."

She stares at his large palm and long fingers as though she's trying to understand what she's looking at. After a slight hesitation, she places her right hand in his. Richard smiles as he laces his fingers with hers. The fingers of his other hand are ghosting over the nape of her neck, and he can feel a shiver run through her.

"You are real. I am real. This...," he says as he squeezes her hand, "...is very real. So real, that we can't deny it anymore."

He watches as more tears well up in her violet eyes and pushes back the sudden wave of lust that washes over him as he leans over to place a kiss on the back of her wet hand. Seeing her like this stirs something primal in him. It places so much power into his capable hands. The power to mold her mind. The power to tease her body. The power to crush her soul.

The fingers playfully tracing patterns at the back of Rachel's neck gently entwine themselves in the hair at the base of her skull. Richard's strong hand holds her firmly in place as he sits up to lick the salty tears staining her lovely cheeks. She squirms at the sensation of having her dear friend do something so intimate to her. Rachel's other hand shoots out the water and pushes against his face in an effort to stop him. Her voice is a whimper as she says, "Dick…sto…"

Richard's mouth swallows whatever protest she was attempting to muster. She started this, after all. Her chapped lips are enticingly soft as he presses harder against her mouth. His tongue pushes past her lips and teeth to slowly graze against her own. The salty taste of her tears mixes with the remnants of mint from his toothpaste. Richard smiles into the kiss when Rachel lets out a low moan from the base of her throat.

"Tell me, beloved," he speaks against her lips, "truthfully...are you crying because you don't want this or are you crying because you don't think you deserve this?"

Richard gently smiles at her since he already knows the answer. There is a pessimistic part of his woman that doesn't believe that she can ever have a truly loving relationship because of what she is and her past. The masochistic part of her doesn't think she deserves to even try. Even slight setbacks are amplified in her head and morphed into reasons as to why she doesn't deserve the sweet things in life. This has led to a cycle of self-inflicted acts of sabotage. He's seen her do it with budding friendships, potential "lovers," and even with the civilians that she's helped who only wanted to thank her. She downplays her worth so often that at some point she started believing it.

"B...both," she stutters to the space between them. She looks at him with a lost expression as she asks, "Why am I telling you this?"

Because I've drugged you, he thinks, but says "Because you trust me."

Richard's grip on her hair loosens as he shifts his whole arm across her shoulders to pull her into a hug. The hand still holding hers is trapped between them. Pressed against both their chests. He could feel her erratic heart beating against the back of his hand. Could she feel his? He buries his face against the junction of her neck and shoulder before deeply breathing her in. "Thank you for being honest with me, Rachel."

He makes sure that the breath of each word tickles the sensitive area of her throat, and he hears her quiet whimper. As much as he would like to stay like this for a little longer, it was becoming uncomfortable to continuously lean into her over the edge of the tub. Besides, she's been in here long enough. Richard scatters several butterfly kisses across her collarbone before pulling away. He looks into her eyes and enjoys the deeper blush that creeps across her face when he says, "We'll continue this conversation in bed. The water is getting too cool for you to stay in. Stand up."

Rachel is too flustered to comprehend his order to stand and lets out a small yelp of surprise when Richard hooks both of his hands under her arms and hauls her up into a standing position. What neither one of them accounted for was the weight of Rachel's water-soaked towel or the flimsiness of the knot holding the heavy fabric together. With a "swoosh" and a "plop," the unassuming towel is left floating around Rachel's calves.

The delayed look of mortification that crosses her face at realizing what just happened is burned into Richard's brain as one of the most adorable expressions he's ever seen. Before she can scramble to retrieve the towel to shield whatever dignity she has left, Richard swoops in and snatches it out of the water. He drops the wet cloth on his bathroom floor and holds out his hand to her. The chaotic motion of her dropping back down into the tub to hide herself causes the water to overflow and splash on Richard's feet. He grimaces at the uncomfortable feeling but digs deep to find the patience to ignore his wet toes.

"What the fuck, Dick?!" comes her cry of outrage.

"Don't be shy, Rachel," he says in a gentle voice, "we're not strangers here."

"Even if we're friends, Dick," she says as she pulls up her knees to cover her chest, "friends don't act like this."

Richard continues to hold his hand out to her as she cowers in the tub. Naked and uncertain. "I think you know, by now, that we're more than that. We've got so much potential together...you and I…"

She finally looks at him. Her weary eyes bouncing between his outstretched hand and charming smile. Violet orbs taking in the width of his shoulders, the definition of his chest and tautness of his abs. The scars that highlight the life that he lives only adds an element of danger. But the real danger is in his sweet, sweet words of seduction. He could have been anyone's vision of wet dream. If only this moment was a dream. She'd be able to brush it off as a silly fantasy.

Rachel rubs her eyes and shakes her head in an effort to get her bearings. Richard knows that she wants to be awake and livid, but there's a fog that she can't get rid of. "We can't…"

"We can," he states as though it is a fact. "We can...and we will. Just give me your hand and I'll take care of the rest."

"Take care of what?" she asks. "You can't handle my brothers. They'll kill you to get to me."

"Do you really think I don't have a contingency plan?" Richard snorts. "How long have you known me? I've thought for a long time that you couldn't be the only spawn of Trigon. He's not the type to just have one kid."

"What…?" she mumbles. Her look of confusion is quickly replaced with a frown as her mind takes a moment to mull over the new information. "I see…"

"Rachel," he calls, and her eyes move back to him. "The water's gotten too cold for you to stay in. Stand up."

While she was lost in thought, Richard had retrieved the clean, fluffy towel that was resting beside the tub. He unfolds the fabric and holds it up between his open arms. The smile playing on his lips is as warm and friendly as she remembers it, but the candlelight is illuminating his blue-gray eyes; making them glow like a predator's. The shiver running through her body is not just from the cold. This has to be a dream.

"Look away," she pleads. He's standing too far away from the tub for her to snatch the towel away from him. She'll have to step outside of her watery safety zone if she wants to cover herself.

"I don't want to," he quietly states with a smile. His eyes never leaving her form. "I want to see you...all of you."

"Not yet…" she whispers. "This is too much for me."

Richard sighs and a thoughtful look crosses his face. He's known that their relationship was a long time coming. Years in the making. However, it wasn't that long ago that he was still wrestling with himself, in this very bathroom, about his feelings for the young woman trapped in his tub. He had conducted all sorts of mental gymnastics to convince himself that what he felt was just deep friendship even though every fiber of his being reacted to her as a man. It wasn't until he finally stopped fighting with himself that he was able to find his sense of purpose.

"I guess you're right," he reluctantly concedes. They've got time. He wasn't going anywhere and he wouldn't let her go anywhere. So, with a dramatic sigh, Richard turns his gaze toward the ceiling and closes his eyes while opening his arms wider. He can hear the sound of slouching water as Rachel stands in the tub. His mind is attempting to conjure the seductive imagine that he caught a glimpse of before she hid herself in the water.

His ears twitch as they hear the sound of Rachel lifting one beautifully shaped leg over the lip of the tub. There is a pause and he assumes that she's watching him to see if he's peeking. A small smile tugs at his lips because as much as he wants to, he knows he'll lose his prize. The smile only widens when he hears her lift her second leg out of the water. There is a hesitant pitter patter of small, wet feet on the wooden floor.

She's close.

Rachel has no intentions of stepping into Richard's open embrace, so she stops arm's length away from him and timidly reaches for the towel he's holding. She places her hand on the edge of the fabric and attempts to pull it out of his grip, but the younger man doesn't budge. Before she can tell him to let go, Richard steps forward and snatches up her much smaller frame in his longer arms. He envelops her with the towel and drags her body closer to his. Forcefully pressing her curves against his muscles.

"DICK! Let me go!" she shouts in surprise. Wiggling furiously against him in an effort to get out of his grasp. Her arms are trapped in the towel and her feet are barely touching the floor. She stops dead in her tracks, huffing against his chest, when she feels something thick and stiff pushing against her navel.

"Got you."

There's a part of me that thinks, "girl, just let him love you" and then there's a bigger part that's screaming "girl...RUN!"

Anyway, I'm on break from school and interested in stretching my wings a little with a quick one-shot. It doesn't have to be Robrae. Are there any pairs out there that you might want to see? I prefer couples who had potential but weren't actually cannon. You can put suggestions in the comments or message me privately. Any suggestions will be greatly appreciated.

Happy New Year Everyone!