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[Mrr-chan] “Sorry for my ineptness lately. There’s been a lot going on.”
CHAPTER: Cyborg and Jinx play a game of ‘Good Girl, Bad Cop’! Cyborg and Jinx (light Bond/BDSM). Plus, Robin finds out the truth from Starfire. Will he confess too, and forget about Raven? (mystery!)
NOTES: The characters are the same age as they are in the show. I’m assuming that makes them minors.
CY and JINX’s initial scene hasn’t changed much. If you wish to skip ahead, look for the ‘-- && --’ separator.
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Cyborg and Jinx snuck into the Tower later that night, well after Raven had gone to her room. Robin and Starfire still weren’t home, even though it was after midnight. At the moment, neither teen cared. They were more interested in not getting caught.
“You’re breaking into your own house,” Jinx teased. She was still handcuffed behind her back, and Cyborg kept her within arm’s reach, although he didn’t have to worry about her running away. She was more than a little curious about why he bothered to save her from those cops. If it was what she thought, then she was in for some fun with a guy she loved to tease.
“Shut up,” Cyborg said. He deactivated the Tower security with his pass code and the specialized keys embedded in his cybernetic structure. Now, Jinx’s presence wouldn’t trip the alarms he’d installed to prevent another HIVE attack like when they’d taken over their home. With that done, Cyborg led Jinx to his quarters deep in the bowels of the level.
“There was a door there,” Jinx said at one intersection. She knew because she destroyed this section in that last invasion.
“I’ve done a lot of renovating.” Cyborg showed the entrance to his room and gave Jinx a gentle shove inside. She stumbled inside and fell onto the only piece of furniture in Cyborg’s mechanized chambers - a couch situated in front of a television set. Jinx admired the photos on his wall as the Titan walked in.
“You kept this,” Jinx noticed. The pictures were mostly of the Titans, but one in particular was him and Jinx dressed for the HIVE Academy dance they went to together. She never thought the Titan would keep a picture of a villain. It prided her to know she was the only criminal on his wall.
“What do you think?” Cy asked, taking a seat next to her.
“Not one of the HIVE dorms, but it’s not bad.” Jinx smirked. She flexed her arms to pop a joint back into place, then leaned forward to show the handcuffs behind her. “Y’think you could take these off now, big guy?”
“Mmm… not yet.” He gave her a playful look. “You’re still dangerous, after all.”

Jinx couldn’t help it; he was so damn cute when he had that look. She wanted to play too. She fell back into her role of the tough little lolita and replied defiantly. “You bet I am. You never could handle me on your own.”
“Oh really?” Cyborg skooched closer and leaned. Jinx looked so small between him and the couch back. “I think I can handle you just fine.” He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her roughly, much to her surprise. She struggled at first, but there wasn’t much she could do with her hands bound behind her. What she lacked in size, she made up for in magic, but magic worked best if you had your hands free. She didn’t have much freedom when her hands were shackled.
That didn’t mean she was helpless. Jinx bit his lip hard enough to break the kiss. He leaned back and wiped a trace of blood from his lip with a steel finger. “I thought we had a thing going?”
“We do,” Jinx said, sultry as ever as she crossed her legs. “But just because you’re ‘Big Daddy’ doesn’t mean I’m yours to play with. I’m the one who tells you what to do, not the other way around. Got it?”
“Really.” Cyborg came close again and brought his lips to her cheek, then her neck, and to the collar bone between her exposed flesh and the flesh hidden beneath her neckline. “So you wouldn’t want me to do this then, would you.”
“No,” Jinx said huskily. “Not that it bothers me.”
“You look bothered to me,” he whispered.
“You’re imagining things again,” she whispered back. Her eyes scoffed at him. “I’m not some little catholic school girl whose never seen a big black cock before.” She glanced down at his lap, then gave him a saucy smile. “I am curious though… did your pit crew think to put that back under your hood?”
Cyborg’s playful smile drooped. Jinx realized a moment too late that she’d asked the wrong question.
“…Sorry,” she said. “I didn’t know.”
“It’s not your fault,” he muttered. “That didn’t come in my original design.” He reached his arms around the girl’s waist and suddenly lifted her to his lap with the greatest of ease. “But I worked around it.”
“How?” Jinx’s question went unanswered.
Cyborg’s hands pawed at her mercilessly as he continued to nibble her neck. The young man had the power to shatter buildings, but all his power was held back just for her, so that he could massage her chest and legs in an alluring rhythm. Jinx felt that old anxiety again. She wasn’t top-heavy like the Titans girls were. A man like Cyborg probably wanted more in a girl.
“How far did those cops go with you?” Cyborg asked.
Jinx trembled in his arms. “…Not really far. They’d do it in my mouth or make me use my hands, so that they could spray me down and not worry about evidence.” She shook again. “They were smarter than most.”
It was humiliating to say, but she said it nevertheless.
Cyborg’s big hand slid up Jinx’s dress, forcing it to rip partly to accommodate his girt. “Hey!” she gasped. His ice-cold steel massaged her chest and whirred rhythmically. Jinx felt a little uncomfortable, but she couldn’t do much to protest. Her hands were chained, and he was far stronger than her. She was in Cyborg’s power…
That made her hot enough to warm up his steel body.
“Nothing much up here,” he whispered. “I thought you were a woman, Jinx?”
“… I am.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” he decided. He let her stand up, then he reclined. “Take off your clothes.”
Jinx whipped around. “Wh-what?”
“Take off your clothes,” he repeated calmly. “I want to see what you’ve got underneath your hood.”
“B-but Cyborg, I- I-”
“Do it,” he frowned. “Consider it your punishment.”
Then, Jinx understood. He wasn’t really mad. He was still playing with her. And what a game he had in mind… maybe her comment about liking danger gave him ideas.
“Well? Hurry up. ‘Less you want me to sound the alarm and wake the rest of the Titans. I’m sure they won’t like seeing you here.”
“Won’t you get in trouble too?”
“I’m an excellent liar,” he said. Stone of the HIVE Academy was proof of that. “I’ll cover my tracks. They won’t believe you anyway. So unless you want to face them… you’ll have to do what I say.”
Jinx blushed. Cyborg… was really going to play with her. She never imagined he would be this aggressive, although she always imagined Stone to be like this before she learned who he really was. She liked the aggression.
“Even if I wanted to, I can’t do anything with these cuffs on.”
“Improvise,” the Titan said. “You still have some magic.”
“… Not much.”
“But enough.”
The thought of letting Cyborg see her completely naked was frightening, but she had to obey him to save her hide.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on her power of fortune and causality. As ‘luck’ would have it, Cyborg’s massive arm tore part of her dress enough for her to work her magic on it and tear it the rest of the way up. The dress fell open, revealing her disappointing flat chest, her lean stomach, and her alluring colored panties that, along with her black-and-purple stockings, covered just about her entire lower half. She shimmied her shoulders until the material of her dress fell behind her and dangled around her wrists, where the handcuffs kept it from falling to the floor.
Cyborg looked her over for a long time, making Jinx’s heart pound harder and harder. He motioned for her to continue, and she tried not to show too much fear, although in her heart she was genuinely terrified. Stage fright was ten times worse when you were stripping.
“Cyborg… I…” She started, but she saw that he wasn’t going to change his mind. He was determined. Jinx reluctantly went on… not because of his threat; she could have said no, like she did with the police men. Doing what Cyborg asked excited her, and she knew the only reason he was doing it was because it was her. He wouldn’t do this for anybody else… and she wouldn’t do this for anybody else.
Jinx managed to grab the hem of her panties and pull them over what little flesh her butt had. She closed her legs and did another little shimmy so that the apparel fell to the floor at her ankles. She stepped out of them, each of her shoes tapping against the floor in turn. Jinx’s pussy was naturally devoid of a lot of hair, but there was just enough to proclaim that she was naturally pink.
She couldn’t believe that she was naked in front of Cyborg. She’d never been more embarrassed in her life. She felt like she might faint at any moment. She’d always been a dominant kind of girl, but Cyborg saw through that act. He’d seen her cry, and he comforted her. Now, he used her perverse weakness to see even more of what was beneath her shell. She was completely exposed to him now, and she was dizzy from it.
“…Well,” he said, calmly smiling. “Only a woman could do that. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Jinx nodded slowly. She didn’t even feel this nervous when she met Slade for the first time, and that man scared everyone. The ‘Booyah!’ boy had her melting in his hand.
“Come here,” he said. Jinx took two steps until she was just an arm’s length away. Cyborg motioned again. “Closer.” She took another tentative step, and still he said, “Closer.”
Finally, Jinx stood with her forelegs pressed against the couch between Cy’s. Even from a sitting position, Cyborg’s eyes were only an inch or two below hers. His cold hands slipped around her waist and drew her close. She instinctively spread her knees apart to keep from slipping and hurting herself on his armored body. Her legs perched atop his knees so that her thighs were wide open. Cyborg couldn’t see underneath her, but they both knew that her pussy lips were parted wide and exposed her inner walls that were even pinker than her hair. She couldn’t keep her balance without leaning against Cyborg, meaning her tiny tits were pressed into his steel frame. Cy’s hands wrapped around her waist and helped her kneel comfortably on his lap. Jinx’s pink nipples stood proudly at attention, and Jinx herself was growing pinker by the second from Cy’s prying eyes.
“Let’s see you bite me again,” he challenged. Cy leaned into a kiss - deep, passionate, and hungry. Jinx didn’t fight him; she kissed back, letting her arousal speak for her. One of his hands drifted between her legs, and a steel finger touched the inside of her pussy lips enticingly. Jinx’s fear reasserted herself, and she jerked her hands to try and stop him, only to quickly be reminded of her handcuffs that kept her at bay. The tension in the cuffs kept her wrists together as her fingers clenched into fists, vainly trying to keep her from making lewd noises from Cy’s gentle penetration. One finger on his massive hand was like a four-inch dildo. His whole body hummed with the power that animated him, making every inch of him vibrate. Her nipples… her legs… and now her deepest insides. She moaned into his mouth until he pulled his finger free. Cyborg was the one to break the kiss. Jinx’s tongue hung out, and a line of spit fell onto her stomach when she caught her breath.
“You’re still a virgin,” he noticed from his tentative penetration. “Guess you were telling the truth about the cops being careful.”
“They found out the same way you did,” she admitted. The shame was erotic now; the more she admitted, the hotter it made her feel.
“So I’m not the first to touch you down there.”
“I didn’t have a choice.”
Cyborg admired her erect nipples and took one of them into his mouth, while his fingertip went disappeared into Jinx again. He pushed just enough to reach her hymen, then pulled back gently. Jinx struggled against her ‘cuffs to slow him down so that she didn’t sound like an animal from the sudden stimulation, but again she couldn’t do anything. She couldn’t act cool and calm like before. She jerked back and forth, her pussy begging for his finger and pushing against it every time he pushed back. Each time, her hymen stopped her thrust like a wall, but that didn’t stop her from riding his digit while his mouth punished her nipple. He licked, nibbled, and pulled them, coaxing deep-throated growls from her each time. She pumped harder still. It felt like she might shatter her hymen if she pushed any harder, but the angle of her legs kept her from bucking as hard as she could. Cyborg’s legs and hand kept her from adjusting to meet that need. Once again, Cyborg was forcing her to submit to his pace. She was his toy.
“Cyborg… I don’t want to be a little girl anymore,” Jinx begged.
His lips tantalized her neck. “I thought you weren’t a little girl.”
His finger… so insistent… “You know what I mean.”
“No I don’t.” He kissed her deeply again, punishing her mouth with his tongue. Jinx was dizzy with desire, and it showed in her expression when he pulled back. She stared off into space before her eyes focused on him again.
“I want… …me.” She mumbled in the middle of her statement. Cyborg’s finger trailed to her clit and rested atop it, and the natural hum of his body tickled the nerve head relentlessly. “Ahhhhh… please…”
“I don’t remember you being this quiet, Jinx,” Cy taunted further. Her clit grew beneath his touch, which only made her torture worse.
“I want to fuck you, dammit!” she yelled. Fuck being quiet; she didn’t care who heard her. “Untie me so I can have my fucking way with you! I’ll find out what’s under your hood.”
Cyborg pulled his finger out and wrapped her in a hug. “You need to calm down, young lady. We’re not going to do anything tonight.”
Jinx’s exasperation was palpable. “You can’t be serious.”
“I have a good reason.” He gently placed her on the couch beside him and walked over to where her panties lay on the floor. He picked them up with two fingers, spread them apart, and knelt at her feet to slide them over her shoes, her ankles, and further up when he forced her to stand up. Stunned silence was her reply.
“Cyborg…!” she whined. “It’s rude to tease a lady! Don’t be such a-”
“What’s that?” he said, giving her a stone-cold glare.
Jinx bit her lip. She forgot her place in their little game. “… S-sorry.” He rose to his full height and gave her another long kiss, forcing her to stand on her tippy-toes to meet his lips. She would’ve kissed him all night if she had the strength to keep that pose.
“I’m going to let you go.”
She looked down at herself, sans dress. “Now?”
“I’ll take the handcuffs off.”
“I’m naked!” she cried. “I can’t go back to the Hive like this!”
“Sure you can.” Cyborg stroked her chin. “Just don’t get caught.”
Jinx wanted more. Cyborg was the only man who’d ever held her when she needed to be held. Never did she imagine sweet Cyborg would play a master-slave game either. She didn’t want the game to end yet, but if anyone in the Hive or the Titans found out about her, they’d both be in such trouble.
Cyborg stroked her hair, gently to avoid hurting her with his texture. The gentle hero hugged her and calmed her concerns, just a little, but enough.
“I can give you some civvies,” Cyborg offered.
“…No,” Jinx smiled. “I’m going to do exactly what Big Daddy said.”
“Are you sure?” he worried.
Jinx gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I live for danger, remember? You’re just playing along because you can’t get enough of me.”
Cyborg broke her handcuffs apart. She stroked her wrists to relieve some of the ache, and Jinx smiled in thanks. “You might be right.”
“It works both ways.” Jinx kissed him one last time, then put the tattered remains of her dress on so that she looked vaguely dressed. She looked like the sex crime victim from a school play.
“Keep an eye on me, Stone,” she said on the way out. “If I behave all week, I’ll expect a big favor. And I do mean ‘big’.”
“Don’t worry,” he answered. “This was nothing.”
Jinx couldn’t wait, but a gentleman like him was worth waiting for.
-- && --
Robin and Starfire didn’t go home the next morning. After Starfire’s outburst (if you could call it that) at the club, Robin and her avoided and sought each other throughout the evening. It was one of those couple fights where neither wanted to see the other, but a part of them wanted to be close enough to hear the other say “I’m sorry” and explain what the fight was really about. For superheros, this meant a lot of prowling, a lot of forced patrolling, and a lot of stealth as they circled around each other. In the end, Starfire ended up sitting atop one of the spires of the bay bridge, and Robin zip-grappled his way to the top to join her. Starfire thought about flying away again, but the little sparrow remained in place. She was tired of avoidance.
“Okay,” Robin gasped, exhaling deeply. “Would you mind telling me what’s going on? What’s with you tonight?”
Starfire clutched her knees to her chest. “You will not understand.”
“There’s very little in the world I don’t understand. Please Star… talk to me.”
Eventually, she asked him to sit beside her. He complied, and she silently collected her words.
“Ever since I’ve met you, I’ve imagined all the great things we would do together. I imagined us someday getting closer.”
“Me too. I’ve imagined us growing old together too.”
“That is a problem,” Starfire sighed. “Tamaraneans… our lifespan is but thirty Earth years. You once warned me that it would be difficult being a Tamaranean teenager while living with Earth teenagers. I think, now, I understand why you said those things to me.”
Robin was always afraid of this day. He knew that Starfire’s people were very emotional, and developed physically much quicker than humans. Starfire was at ‘that age’, and she was quickly approaching the time when she would lose that window of opportunity. Tamaraneans were too old for children by the time they were twenty. Starfire, no doubt, was getting impatient.
“I promised you that we would be together,” Robin said softly. He tried not to think of Raven and what they’d done only a short time ago. “Just give me a little more time.”
Starfire nodded gently. “I wish to be ready for you, when that time comes. That is why, lately, I have been… ‘practicing’.”
Robin blinked slowly. “You’ve what?”
“When I wrestled you before… I was starting the traditional mating ritual of my people,” Starfire said. “I have been thinking so much about it as of late. I realized, after your disapproval of my actions, that there is a lot I must learn before we can ‘couple’.”
“… You’ve been ‘practicing’?” Robin was still fixed on the implications of that comment. If she was practicing, she was practicing with someone. And that someone wasn’t him.
“I learned much in our short time together,” she said, referring to the mystery man. “It allowed me to figure out why your romantic movies are the way they are. I understand what it means when someone kisses your lips, instead of your cheek. And I know what the kisses on the other parts of the body mean too. It is all very complex, compared to what I learned on Tamaran.”
Robin was worried about him and Ravan, and here Star was doing things with someone else! From her tone, she didn’t even consider it a crime. She honestly wanted to improve her technique for his sake… because, apparently, he completely misunderstood her reason for nearly breaking him in half the other morning.
“So, that was the start of a mating ritual,” Robin clarified, one last time. “Meaning… you don’t want to wait anymore.”
“I have never wanted to wait,” she admitted. “But, I was overcome on that day with the ‘tingling’. I could not help myself. I wished to explain everything, but I could not. You were too angry to listen, or understand.”
“Even now, I’m not sure I understand,” he said. “Tamaranean culture is a little difficult to grasp, even for me.”
Starfire smiled. “I believe Beast Boy said it best when he pointed to the aliens on the Star Trek. We are quite similar, yes?”
Robin didn’t know much about the show, so he simply agreed. “I guess. But… if you were so overcome before, then what about now?”
“Part of my practice allowed me to quell those urges,” she said. “I learned about the ‘Not-Mating’ that humans do to control such feelings!” She was so proud of her accomplishment.
Robin stuttered in amazement. Somebody masturbated Starfire. Oh, this guy was so dead. He wasn’t the only guilty one though.
“Starfire, you know people aren’t supposed to do that,” he said. “Not on Earth. It’s not right for someone to have more than one partner.”
Of course, he was reading from the Book of Morals. The teenage body and its lust made obeying that rule difficult at times. Raven and him made a prime example of that before, when they lost control on each other… specifically, on Raven’s face. He never would have imagined Raven, or himself, doing those things, but both were driven at the time to satisfy their carnal hunger.
Robin was a hypocrite.
“I only wished to be more like what you need,” Starfire said sadly. “An Earth girl.”
“I don’t need an ‘Earth girl’. I need a girl I like.” He wrapped his arm around Star’s shoulder and hugged her tightly. “I love you the way you are. You don’t have to do anything to impress me. You don’t have to break my arm.”
Starfire giggled. “But… how else will you know that I am ‘ready’?”
“I’m a detective. I’ll figure it out.” He smiled back. “Besides, the one whose waiting is you, for me to grow up.”
“You seem grown up to me.” She leaned into him and his hug. “I just wish that I were an Earth girl. Then, I could have one hundred years to be with you.”
Robin sighed. “Me too Star. Please wait for me a little longer. I promise it’ll be worth the wait.” He kissed her cheek sweetly. “And don’t go ‘practicing’ with anyone anymore.”
“You are not angry with me?”
Of course he was, but he couldn’t say that. “I know things are tough for you. You really shouldn’t these things with strange men. Unless, you did it with someone in the Tower?”
Starfire was usually honest; Robin was counting on that. This time, though, her fondness for the individual kept her from betraying him. “It was… a man, from the city. I believed it would be better if I did not know who he was, and he did not know who I was.”
The excuse sounded sufficiently naïve that Robin might believe her.
Robin stood as the sun just started to rise over the bay. “We should head back.”
“I agree.” Starfire yawned deeply. “We have been out so long.”
“It was your fault,” Robin teased.
“It was you who followed me!” she teased back. She took his hand, and they flew together, like Peter and Wendy going to Neverland.
Robin had some thinking to do. He owed it to Raven.
--
Raven sat in her room, reading quietly, although her mind boiled with anger. Not only did Robin go with Starfire on a date to the club, but he stayed with her all night. They hadn’t come back yet, which painted all kinds of horrible pictures in her mind. They stay out all night dancing, find a nice, quiet hotel room to share, and a comfy bed to occupy while entangled in each other’s arms. Their passions would ignite, and the stars would shine less brightly than the fires in their loins.
Maybe Raven read too much. She had an active imagination.
What really ticked her off was that she’d given Robin the sluttiest incarnation of herself she could manage, and he still dismissed her without a thought! He didn’t even look longingly at her during the conversation with Cyborg leading up to this date. He didn’t think about her in the slightest!
Maybe she’d tried too hard. Robin was a teenage boy with wants and needs, but not all of them could be solved with sex. She could’ve just tried to be herself.
No. He couldn’t love a cynical goth. He couldn’t lust after a grumpy bookworm. If she wanted him to want her, she’d have to be something a boy could lust after.
But still, it wasn’t her. She couldn’t be a sex queen all the time. Sure, she liked being in control, and she liked the thought of having Robin quivering in her hands. But Robin wasn’t the type to enjoy the finer type of arousal that came from a woman’s control. It would be fun for Raven, but not for Robin. She’d have to play the submissive damsel in distress to really get his attention.
Or maybe she could play at being the Wonder Woman - strong and dominant until she was bound and mounted by the eager young lad.
Nah.
Raven slammed her book shut. This was driving her crazy. She hated, hated, hated the thought of the kind of sex she saw in Robin’s mind, but a part of her was also excited by it, probably because it was Robin’s dreams, and in those dreams he’d seen her - Raven - at the time, submitting to those attentions. That was because it was her stimulating him at the time, but still it sent a rush through her to think that Robin could see her that way. With the right prodding… or perhaps the ‘wrong’ prodding.
Raven just wished she could be attractive without effort, like Starfire. Star didn’t even have to try, and men wanted her so badly. Raven was the flavor of coffee that took a special fondness for bitter tastes. Only weird goth boys liked her as much as she wanted Robin to like her. She couldn’t compete with Starfire unless she became someone she wasn’t. And therein lied her romantic paradox.
*knock - knock*
Raven grimaced. Everyone knew better than to bother her after-hours. She didn’t dignify the knocker with a glance. “Come.”
The door slid open. And suddenly, Raven felt hands on her chest. A pair of green gloves cupped her breasts through the material of her sorcerer’s gown.
“Wha-?” She shot a look to see her ‘attacker’ face-to-face, and Robin planted his lips on hers, invading her mouth with his tongue. She quickly phased into the couch and reappeared across the room, huffing and puffing to calm herself after the sudden afront to her personage.
“Hi,” Robin said through an innocent smile.
“What the hell is your problem?” she barked, her eyes glowing with demon fire.
“What?”
“You’ve got some way of showing gratitude,” Raven growled, giving him a shove.
“I know.” Robin walked closer, until he could wrap his arms around her waist.
“Stop it.” Raven forced his arms from her and hugged herself protectively. “I don’t want anything to do with you.”
“That’s not what you said last night,” he noted, touching her shoulders. “You gave me something I’d never gotten before. I came to return the favor.”
Raven stepped out of his reach. “Look, let’s just forget that ever happened. Thinking about it makes me-”
“Embarassed?”
Raven scowled. “…Just get out. Teasing me is hazardous to your health.”
“I’m not here to tease.” Robin took of his gloves and tossed them aside, then went to do the same to his cape. “I’m here to cheer you up, and find out if you’re serious about this.”
She turned her back sharply. “I’m not in the mood to get my face wet.”
“I’m not here for that.” Robin’s top dropped to the floor, revealing his lean, etched abdomen and arms.
Raven peeked over her shoulder. “Then what did you have in mind?”
“Lie down.”
“Why?”
“… Trust me.”
Raven went to the bed and laid back, her eyes never leaving Robin. He looked serious enough, but she wasn’t so sure. She couldn’t read him. His mind was a little too calm, like he was a man on a mission.
“Turn over. Lie on your stomach.”
She did as she was told. She wasn’t wearing her cape - it was on her dresser - which meant her backside was proudly displayed by this new position. She wasn’t particularly proud of that fact. “I don’t like where this is going.”
“You must have a really low opinion of me if you think everything I do is graphic.” He crawled onto the bed and straddled her, his knees planted at the sides of her waist so that if he let his weight fall, he’d be riding her. Raven couldn’t bend her neck far enough to keep her eyes on his face, so she instead looked at the bed in front of her. If this was going where she thought it was going… she was in for a treat.
Robin reached into his utility belt, opened a pouch, and pulled out a simple bottle of massage oil before unbuckling the accessory and tossing it aside. “Are you ready?”
“Y-yeah,” she said. “But why-?”
“I told you.” He drew his fingers up her spine until he found the zipper to her leotard, hidden carefully beneath a fold of fabric. “I wanted to return the favor.”
“So… it’s just repaying a debt?”
The zipper went down to the base of her spine, revealing her smooth, pale back. Robin parted the material and drew it off her shoulders along the length of her sleeve as far as it would go. Raven pulled some of the material and hugged it beneath her, leaving her neck, shoulders, and back naked but hiding the rest of her.
“I’m not going to ignore you.” Robin squeezed the oil into his open palm, rubbed it into his hands, and let some drip onto Raven’s back, making her squirm beneath him. He massaged the wetness into her. His hands glided easily and left a soothing trail wherever they moved. Robin knew where to place his hands for maximum effect, how strongly or softly to push and knead, and how long to touch her. Raven said nothing good or bad about his technique; her silence spoke volumes.
And even better, Robin was silent too, the whole time. If there was one thing Raven hated, it was talking when she was nervous. Robin knew the most of the other Titans about when the best time to talk was, and she was glad that he was letting her relish his gift quietly. He really was trying to play things her way.
The back rub lasted for a blessedly long time. Robin’s movements were slow, precise, and rhythmic. The rhythm never changed to break the pace or Raven’s contentment. She breathed in and out, eventually matching his rhythm without thinking. Her breathing always remained soft and unconscious, but at times it became a gentle moan rather than a silent breath. Raven felt like she was on the verge of sleep, yet Robin’s tantalizing touch always kept her on the edge, urging her to relish in his attentions, but never so much so that she had to think, or act, or want anything. She felt bliss.
“Mmm…” Raven shifted beneath her massager, eventually turning around to face him. Robin sat on his haunches (her thighs) and smiled, asking her if she enjoyed it.
Raven smiled. She’d never felt so relaxed as she did now. “Thank you.”
“Anytime.” He leaned down and hovered over her long enough to kiss her lips, then drew back and returned her smile.
“What about Starfire?”
“… She’s sleeping with someone else,” he said with disappointment. And slight exaggeration.
“That can’t be true. You know how she feels about you.”
“Yeah.” He stroked some of Raven’s hair from her face. The scent of oil still soaked his fingers and tickled her senses. “But she doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with what she’s doing. I’ve tried to tell her, but I don’t think she’s going to listen to me.”
“So you’re just going to ditch her?” Raven asked with concern. She was to relaxed to be honestly angry. “Robin, you can’t expect her to follow every tradition. She cares about you.”
Again, he stroked Raven gently. “You’re good at defending your rivals.”
“She’s my friend. I don’t like the thought of her being sad.”
Robin frowned, deep in thought. “Then let her new man take care of her. I’m not going to anymore.”
Raven sensed the disturbance in his voice. He was acting out of impulse again. She didn’t want him to make a mistake he would regret later in life. As much as she loved this cozy scene of theirs, she had to keep it in perspective. Robin still had feelings for Starfire, and part of him was hurt by whatever she’d done.
“Don’t say that,” Raven said, now stroking him. “Tell me what happened. I’ll help you meet this guy.”
Robin shook his head. “I already know who it is. That’s why I’m so mad. If you knew who it was, you’d be mad too.”
Raven didn’t pry with her powers. He would know if she did. The last thing she wanted was to earn his ire. Besides, he would tell her in time.
“Whoever it is, don’t be too harsh with Starfire. Think about it after you’ve hard a full night’s rest.”
Robin knew she was right. He was a little irritable after being up all night and after learning that Beast Boy was fucking around with his girlfriend. His immediate reaction was to go fuck around with Beast Boy, but doing that would strain the team’s relationships more than any other crisis had. He had to remain calm. For now.
“Alright,” he relented.
Raven patted his chest and kissed him as they sat up together. “Get some sleep before the afternoon training session, Wonder Boy.”
He drew her leotard back into place and wrapped his arm around her to reach the zipper in back and fully dress her again. Raven clicked his utility belt and helped put his top on, while he handled his cape and gloves. It was an odd feeling for Raven, dressing him up after doing her best to defend Stafire’s claim on him, after thinking how much she wished it were otherwise.
Friendship and desire always seemed to clash when they mattered the most.
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