ABC; R: Risqué; Teen Titans; Robin/Raven
Fandom: Teen Titans
Title: R is for Risqué
Pairing/Characters: Robin/Raven
Rating: T
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Teen Titans or the characters within.
Summary: R: Risqué; Teen Titans; Raven/Robin for kimba616
Status: Complete
Lips pressed against hers as she was backed up against a wall in the dark corridor, none unfamiliar yet still nondescript; the time and place, however, was quite unfamiliar to them.
They usually stole to one of their rooms, hidden in shadows and away from prying eyes. Now, he apparently needed a little danger and risk to get off.
She knew him well, so she didn’t question his motives. She should’ve pushed him away, scolded him for not being careful, but her lips were otherwise occupied.
She could’ve argued that she cared, but honestly couldn’t with his wandering hands seeking refuge underneath her leotard. Dexterous fingers pulled aside fabric, stroking the skin she kept hidden.
“Robin,” she finally found her voice when he traced his lips down her cheek to her neck. “Why here? Now?” Despite the wonderful heat pooling between her thighs, she did not enjoy the idea of being caught in such a risqué position with someone she was hardly in a relationship with (though he would argue).
“Why not?” he shot back. With a small noise, a long exhale of protest, she finally frowned. “Alright, your room. It’s a big production to get this thing off, anyway, and I know you don’t like just pushing it aside.” The Boy Wonder’s stamina outlasted her own, more often than not, and she didn’t need to feel the bite of fabric when she should be feeling pleasure.
“That’s all I ask.”
Title: R is for Risqué
Pairing/Characters: Robin/Raven
Rating: T
Disclaimer/claimer: I do not own Teen Titans or the characters within.
Summary: R: Risqué; Teen Titans; Raven/Robin for kimba616
Status: Complete
Lips pressed against hers as she was backed up against a wall in the dark corridor, none unfamiliar yet still nondescript; the time and place, however, was quite unfamiliar to them.
They usually stole to one of their rooms, hidden in shadows and away from prying eyes. Now, he apparently needed a little danger and risk to get off.
She knew him well, so she didn’t question his motives. She should’ve pushed him away, scolded him for not being careful, but her lips were otherwise occupied.
She could’ve argued that she cared, but honestly couldn’t with his wandering hands seeking refuge underneath her leotard. Dexterous fingers pulled aside fabric, stroking the skin she kept hidden.
“Robin,” she finally found her voice when he traced his lips down her cheek to her neck. “Why here? Now?” Despite the wonderful heat pooling between her thighs, she did not enjoy the idea of being caught in such a risqué position with someone she was hardly in a relationship with (though he would argue).
“Why not?” he shot back. With a small noise, a long exhale of protest, she finally frowned. “Alright, your room. It’s a big production to get this thing off, anyway, and I know you don’t like just pushing it aside.” The Boy Wonder’s stamina outlasted her own, more often than not, and she didn’t need to feel the bite of fabric when she should be feeling pleasure.
“That’s all I ask.”