Couple

Raven blushed at their current position, Robin's chin on her shoulder, his hand holding her's behind her back.

"Your move, Raven."

When she didn't say anything, he chuckled, scraping his teeth again her skin.

Raven's knees buckled as her head lolled to the side, giving him better access.

"Robin...."

"Yes, Raven?"

She shivered as his free hand left hot trails up and down her sides.

"We're supposed to be training."

He smirked, attaching his mouth to her weak spot. She yelped, arching forward. Robin pulled her to him, turning her so his face was met with hers.

He pushed her against the wall, holding her up.

"This is training."

"Really? What kind?"

"My kind."

He nipped at her weak spot, causing her to lurch forward. She gasped, trying to gain some type of dominance over the dark haired teenager.

"Face it, Raven, you lose. Just surrender."

Raven sighed, he was right, she had lost this round. She stared at the floor as she spoke, her voice a whisper.

"You win."

Robin took her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him.

"What's that?"

She looked into his mask, brows knit together in annoyance.

"You win, Robin."

He chuckled, letting her go. She stood up, facing him, knowing what the consequences would be.

He smiled that wicked smile of his, then leaned down to kiss her. His hands held hers down at her side, and she made no effort to move.

He didn't have to make her lips part, for they opened willingly, letting his tongue in to explore her mouth. She just stood there, trying her best not to react.

He pulled away, guiding her to his room, where he could further complete his task as winner.

He watched as she sat on his bed, completely aware of his intentions. He crawled into the bed next to her, pushing her down gently.

Raven smiled slightly, feeling his hands dip underneath the blanket, to touch her stomach. The t shirt she was wearing was slightly short, and ended just below her belly button.

Robin reached under her shirt, trailing his hand up her stomach, letting it rest right underneath her bra.

Raven inhaled sharply,the warmth of his ungloved hand leaving goosebumps on her skin.

This is what he did when he won in training, even if it was an unfair battle. He would take her to his room, where he would proceed to elicit sounds and feelings from Raven she didn't know she had.

Robin pressed his lips to her neck, keeping her still with the hand on her chest. She moaned slightly, causing Robin to shiver.

He ran his hand up and down her curves, making sure to keep his touch light.

He had won. And now, he was going to take his prize, Raven.