Written off the word "explicit" for a 15-min Teen Titans fanfiction community on LiveJournal. A fun practice in choosing words carefully. I actually wrote this like two years ago and never uploaded it... oops! ^_^;

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans! I wish I did, though.


You fell from the heavens. Did it hurt? It couldn't have. You floated too gently and gracefully down to merit any pain on your part... or on mine, to whom you seemed drawn from the start. I don't know why I appeared to be your focus. Maybe it was because I stayed with you the longest when the others were gone. Wherever we were together, you fell for me. Lightly and softly, you fell.

The others don't understand why I love you so much. You're pure and clean and beautiful, completely beautiful. Each detail of you is so delicate, yet all together, you can make a powerful weapon. When you first came, I was amazed. I wondered at how lovely you were, how gentle you were; nothing else was quite like you were, and all of us knew it. You were so innocent, so easily molded to fit any shape we wanted you to be. You willingly, even thoughtlessly, bended yourself to fit our whims. You wanted to become whatever we desired... whatever I desired. I was completely entranced. And with each passing moment, I sank further into you.

You were so easy to watch; in fact, my vision was filled with nothing but you. Each time you came, I forgot everything else and simply became a child again, laughing and relaxing like everything was just going to take care of itself. And it really did. Your presence only enhanced my view of life. I was better when you were there.

I found you alone one day. We spent the whole day together, just you and me, simply existing in each other's company. And that night, we never went home. We made our own bed out under the cloudy sky. That night, you fell hardest— harder than ever before. Maybe it was irresponsible of me to let you... but maybe not. Maybe it was just what I needed. I couldn't have stopped you if I'd wanted to.

Together, we laid in the field beside each other, and you surrounded me. You softened under my touch, under the warmth of my hands. You turned to liquid against my skin, melted so willingly against my tongu—

"... Robin?" Raven looked up from the sheet of paper in her hand. "When I told you to write something, I didn't expect it to be so... explicit," she mumbled, her cheeks slightly red. "And I really didn't need to know that about you and Starfire."

A mischievous smirk came to Robin's face as he took the notepad from her hands again. His voice held mock innocence. "What do you mean, Raven? Me and Starfire?"

Raven sent him a glare. "No, genius. Some other idiot and his girlfriend who have way too much fun on weekends."

Robin snickered, a playful spark coming to his eyes. "It wasn't about Starfire, Raven. It was about snow."

Raven's face deadpanned as she grabbed the notepad back. Skimming over the neatly scrawled words once more, she shook her head and glared up at him. "You have a dirty mind, Robin."

"Hey, I never said it was Starfire. You just assumed that."

"You wanted me to think you were writing about her."

"And it worked, didn't it?"

"Robin, I'd rather not discuss your obviously warped sense of humor."

"I'm just good with words. Besides, it was fun to watch you read that."

"Just stop it. You need counseling."