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POV Madness	By : JebusOfNazareth Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het Views: 2813 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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POV Madness

A POV Piece. You might be pleasantly surprised. This is a piece that happens over a night. From her perspective. See my notes at the end for thoughts of mine.

We are two mariners. Ship’s sole survivors. In this belly of the whale. The whale of our life. How did it come to this?

Pushing. Grunting. Squeezing. Sweaty bodies. This workout is worse than the last one. We push each other. He did that. Made us what we are today. Pursued us with dogged determination. Made us give chase. Chased us. Caught us. Made us his. How did you escape him? I had the fight/flight mentality. I chose flight. It didn’t work. He still got me. Still violated me.

So here we are. Take me. Make me forget. Love me. I can’t love myself. Maybe I can love vicariously through you. We take our time. This love is fragile. Breakable. Just like he broke us. What can I do? What do I want to do? I want to fuck you. I want to love you. I want to break you. I want to release these emotions. I want to feel.

I want you. You want me. Lay still Boy Wonder. Just let me lay here. Let me embrace you. Let me be in control tonight. But you can’t. I can accept that. I can be subservient. Hell, I’ve been that way most of my life. I just want to show you I can be strong. I want you.

When we kiss, the room shakes, the tower threatens to crash down. When we fuck, it almost does. We make love, it rocks slowly. Back and forth. Slowly. Faster. Harder. Easy. I get my release. And you yours. If I become pregnant? I wouldn’t mind. It might actually calm me down. Well after the birth. I hate I can’t show you fully what I want from you.

But you can’t tell me either. She would go crazy. That naïve girl from the far away planet. I love her. I love them all. You the most. It took me a long time to realize that. All of you made me feel welcome. At home. Even with my flaws. I tried to control myself. For the longest time I settled on not having you. Until he showed me compassion. Held me after I broke down. That goofy green smile. Then the robot showed me how to have fun. Then the alien girl showed me how to be innocent. Innocent, something I never was before all of you.

In my room, we spoon. You poke me in the back. Right in the small. I give in, again. I need to. I want to. I need you. I want you. You whisper sweet nothings in my ear. But they mean everything to me. No one else hears them. You can be yourself around me. But you are afraid to hurt her. Why can’t we be in the open? Why can’t we be proud of each other? We are. Why are we concerned with them? They trust you. They like you. They would understand.

We turn on the CD player. Every night. Sometimes it’s hard, throbbing rock. Nine Inch Nails, Old Metallica, around Christmas, Savatage. God I hate that. But the sex those nights is explosive. Does our relationship revolve around sex? No. But it’s all we have right now. Until we can be open. Other nights it’s The Decemberists, it's Broken Social Scene, it's K’s Choice. So tender. So sweet. Not an Addict is the most bittersweet beginning. Because we are. My tresses shield my eyes. Your mask doesn’t come off during that one. But once Paradise in Me starts, the tempo ups. The pace. The sweat starts. The kisses more fervent. I cling to you.

I cling to you in battle. They are starting to notice. I think back to the first night. I was in my room. He was chaos. Unbridled. You couldn’t relax. So you knocked on my door. I noticed the looks when we were around each other. I gave them back. Once it opened you crushed me against you. Sweetly kissing my neck. Breathing lightly, teasing me to no end. I cried. I thought it was surreal. A dream. A something. After the break, we talked. You opened up. Your parents. Your mentor. Your hopes. Your dreams. I gave you mine. Myself. That night we didn’t make love. We didn’t fuck. We just talked. I felt free. For the first time in my life. Free. But it would all change. I had to betray you. I had to obey him. I hurt you the most. You broke his control.

I couldn’t. Did he rape you? I wouldn’t find out till later that he did. Just like he raped me. Why did I take the morpher away? He couldn’t handle the onslaught. I knew that. You could. So strong. So strong. I’m sorry. So sorry. I didn’t mean to. I can’t say things in a pretty manner. I can’t write my thoughts out in a manner that isn’t harsh. I don’t know how. I hated her. She was just like me, but thought herself better. More in control. That battle was the hardest. I broke your heart. All five of them. I had to break his control. I did. And you were so proud. It just took me longer. You smiled. You had no idea I would petrify. I didn’t know.

But then you freed me. Well, the robot did. You had defeated her father. You had killed Slade for hopefully the final time. And then you, not them, you concentrated on freeing me. Found a way, and Cy made it happen.

We made love that night. Over and over again. In your room. It was soundproof. Soon mine would be. That was over a year and half ago. Soon the villains kind of died down. Once a week it seems. We converted those three. Blackfire hasn’t returned. New ones show up all the time. We take them down. Sometimes easily, sometimes not. But the result is the same. Every night at midnight, you knock. Every night at midnight, I answer. Every night at midnight, it’s ours. Ours. Mine. Yours.

I let my hair grow out. Like you like. My blonde tresses now reach the underside of my ass. And I am content. Thankful that the rock witch found her prince charming. Her dark knight. And I love you. I cry. You just suggested we tell the others. I answer with a kiss.

AN’s: (or a diatribe on Canon pairings.) Note this is the first Terra/Rob pairing I have seen, written, or otherwise.

Let me define the canon of Teen Titans. It is Rob/Star, BB/Terra, and according to the ‘toon Cy/Jynx.

Any other pairing is considered an odd pairing. No matter how much the Rob/Rae community screams, it isn’t them. Three episodes that glimpse into what COULD be does not make it so. The majority of the cartoons show us the finicky game that Kori and Dick play. If you do not see that, then you are not watching the cartoon. Simple as that. Troq is the latest example of that. Maybe The End will change this. I doubt it. Just because Raven saved Robin; just because she saw Slade in his mind to help him; just because… You can argue until you are blue in the face. It will not change the Rob/Star push. All because it’s an algmation of Drake/Richards. I personally feel that it’s Tim Drake. The mind, the determination, the everything are how Tim became the third Robin. Dick just had his athleticism. Bruce gave him everything else. Tim earned his way. Bruce only refined it. BUT the glaring ‘thing’ between Dick/Kori is the canon.

Why do I mention this? Because it is Terra/Robin. The ultimate odd couple. Some weird people do Slade/Rob. This is over the obsession. Love does grow from that. The community does Star/BB. Their naiveté is perfect to create an endearing relationship. Rob/Rae is my second favorite relationship. It’s dark, brooding, and intangible. So awesome to write. So awesome to read, if done right. I don’t like Cy relationships. Robot sex of any mention is too creepy for me. So yeah, Dick/Kori is my favorite. Why? I’m a comic nerd. And it works. She can physically protect him, and he can protect her in every other way. The problem is that I haven’t found many authors to write it well. Sad. So I bury myself in Rob/Rae. Hell, I even wrote and am writing Rob/Rae.

So why Terra/Rob? Easy. She fits my writing style. And also, I love her. Comic form, and cartoon form. For various reasons. And no one else has done it. So I wanted to be the first.
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