(A/N: I do not own Teen Titans, Britney Spears, screw drivers, Sex on the Beach, Bloody Maries, or whatever the heck else.)

.x. every time they turn the lights down .x.

.x. just wanna go that extra mile for you .x.

.x. you got my display of affection .x.

.x. feels like no one else in the room but you .x.

Gimme More :: Britney Spears

“So...” I started awkwardly, staring away from him. “You come here often?”

He giggled, shrugging. “My first time. What should I drink? Sex on the Beach? Bloody Mary?”

My heart thudded unevenly. His dark hair was hanging in his eyes, that mysterious mask was driving me wild with lust. I felt like a virgin all over again. Sex on the beach? Please? With me?

“I-I-I’m having a screw driver.” I managed to mumble. Damn. I could kick myself! I’m damn near godhood! I shouldn’t be stuttering to some lowly human like this gorgeous man beside me!

Keywords. Gorgeous. Man.

More waves of sexual frustration bombarded me.

“Oh, really?” his eyebrow perked. “Any good, dark and handsome?”

D-dark and handsome?

Really?

“Very.” I said, a bit bolder. I passed the drink to him, classy as a bartender, passing the drink to the single sexy patron. I expected him to catch it, but...

CRASH!

It smashed on the floor.

“Oh, gosh.” He bumbled. “I’m so sorry...”

“Nah, it’s fine.” I laughed. “I’ll just order you one.”

A more then a few drinks later, a lot closer, his arm sneaked around my waist. My heart pounded. Oh my God, slide that little hand down my pants, oh please!

“..So, I was wondering.... you wanna come home with me?” I asked him softly, leaning into him. Although he looked very puny, I could feel the muscles beneath his green shirt. God. I wanted to see him work out, sweat all over his hot bod...

“Sure! We can play twister!” He giggled, slamming his drink of Merlot on the table, splashing some of the wine on the table. The bartender glared darkly.

“Strip twister?” I suggested.

“Even better!”

I looked at him, and he looked at me. My heart and pulse stopped in that very moment of eternity. I couldn’t tear myself away from his beautiful eyes, his sweet face, the naivety that no doubt held a raging libido, perhaps as strong as mine was. Love at first sight? Would we ever work, the god and the human? Was he even human?

I wanted him.

He wanted me.

His grip tightened around me. I sighed softly. He blushed, the color pooling into his cheeks. It looked so beautiful on him.

“I must ask...” I purred, “...do you happen to have a name?”

“Sure!” He chirped. How bright and sweet, oh, he had my soul. “It’s Larry!”

“Larry...” It sounded so nice, so simple. I could get used to it. I could definitely get used to screaming it. “Pleased to meet you. My name...”

I leaned in, brushing my lips against his hot ear. “...is Trigon.”

And so began our perfect romance.

(Larry and Trigon... the most underappreciated couple on the Teen Titans. *sighs* So sweet! So forbidden! I just had to write a tribute to them. Any brain damage caused will not be paid by me. :D)

-GR22 3