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Updated 7/27/2008

Chapter 1: On the Sofa

It was nearly dawn when Cyborg returned from patrol. Deciding it was too late to go to bed and too early to make breakfast, he headed toward the sofa to flip some channels and maybe catch some news. Unlike Robin and Beast Boy, who usually hopped over the back of the sofa (something Starfire was known to do as well, though she usually flew over), Cyborg's bulk required him to walk around to the front. When he got there, the sight that met his eyes froze him in his spot.

For what felt like forever, he refused to believe it. Not on his sofa. No. He was seeing things, right?

What took him so long to comprehend was Robin and Starfire asleep on the sofa. But not just asleep; naked and asleep.

Starfire was on her back, her red hair spilling over the cushions. Robin lay in her arms, his face nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his arm conveniently tucked over her chest and under her shoulder. Robin's cape covered them from the waist down; one of Starfire's long legs hung off the edge of the cushion while Robin's big feet stuck out from beneath the corner of his cape. A glance around revealed clothing on the floor, the ends of the sofa, and…was that Robin's athletic supporter on the coffee table??

"Ahhhh!!" Cyborg yelled, reality finally settling into his brain. "Tell me you did not have sex on the sofa!!"

The slumbering lovers started from their sleep. Starfire's green eyes swiveled toward him and her brow wrinkled. "Um…we did not have the sex on the sofa?"

"Cyborg!" Robin yelped. He started to push himself up, but quickly lay back down, obviously realizing he was the only thing covering the topless Starfire. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Me? This is Ops, man! What the hell are you doing here?!" Cyborg shot back. He then held out a hand and literally backpedaled a step. "Wait…don't' answer that."

Robin reached over Starfire and grabbed a pillow, careful to keep her covered. He threw it at Cyborg, but his aim and thrust were poor due to his position. "Will you get out of here?!"

Cyborg easily sidestepped the ammunition. "Hey man, I'm not the one that got naked in the living room."

"But, Cyborg," Starfire blinked. "You do not wear any clothing. Does that not make you naked?

"Technically. But my stuff ain't hangin' out. What the hell…!" He turned away as Robin grabbed another pillow, shoved it between himself and Starfire and proceeded to sit up, arranging his cape around his waist as he did so. "Don't be lettin' her hang out like that!" Cyborg admonished. He glanced back over his shoulder to see Starfire still lying on the sofa, the pillow across her chest and her skirt still around her hips. Robin sat with her feet in his lap, underneath his cape. He dug around in the couch cushions, coming up with his mask after several seconds and reaffixing it to his face, somewhat crookedly.

"Will you just get out of here!?" Robin yelled when he saw Cyborg's glance, firing another pillow, this time hitting him in the side of the head.

"Look, you guys," Cyborg swatted the pillow away, "I think it's great you're together. I'm even okay with the fact that you're sleeping together. But…the sofa…! You don't do this every time you're alone in here, do you?"

"This is the first time we have done anything more intimate than the 'making out' here on the sofa," Starfire replied.

"For everybody's sanity, please make it the last," Raven monotoned from behind them.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Robin demanded, snapping his head around.

"I was on my way to the Observatory for my morning meditation when I heard the commotion."

Robin dropped his face into his hands, his neck and ears turning crimson. "I just hope Beast Boy doesn't decide to get up early this morning."

"We shall endeavor to be more discreet, Friends," Starfire placated, swinging her legs around and sitting up, the pillow falling into her lap.

"STARFIRE!" Cyborg and Robin yelped at once, Cyborg spinning around to face away from them and Robin diving after the dropped pillow, his cape slipping down and revealing his behind in the process. He thrust the pillow into Starfire's arms and commanded her, "Hold this!"

Starfire looked hurt. "Robin, why are you yelling at me?"

Before he could answer, Raven spoke up. "Um…Robin."

"What?!" Robin whipped his head around to look at her only to find that she had turned away too.

"Your cape," she replied without turning back.

Robin looked down to see just how much of his "assets" had been exposed, growled and sat back up, pulling his cape back around his waist. "I'm sorry I yelled, Star," he bit out. "But…we're naked."

"No, you are naked. I still have my skirt on."

Robin screwed his face up in frustration. "But you're still topless…"

"You often go shirtless when you are training and our friends see you."

Robin's face had long ago turned red and the color was creeping down his neck onto his shoulders and chest. "But I'm a guy."

"Why should that make a difference?"

"It's considered unseemly for a woman to bare her breasts in our culture," Raven broke in, saving Robin. "It's terribly sexist, but, considering that breasts are looked on much more as objects of sexual desire than for what their true function is, well…it's better to cover yourself."

"Thank you, Raven," Robin muttered without turning around.

"Come on, Cyborg," Raven said, floating toward the door. "Let's give them a few minutes to get dressed."

Cyborg glanced over his shoulder to make sure that Starfire, at least, was sufficiently covered before turning around and giving Robin a pretty disgusted look as he walked past.

Once the door cycled shut, Robin went slack against the sofa and groaned.

"Robin?" Starfire queried.

"I shouldn't have let you talk me into this," he grumbled without looking at her.

Starfire's shoulders fell. "I am sorry. I merely wished to…"

He cut her off with a hand on her knee, looking up at her and smiling softly. "The things I go through for you."

She looked at him quizzically, but he just leaned over and kissed her softly. "Cy was right," he said, running a finger around her jawline, "we should keep this in private quarters."

She pouted for a moment, but then grinned coyly. "It was fun, though, was it not?"

Robin knew that grin, and returned it. "It was…beyond fun." He sat back up. "C'mon, let's get dressed."

Starfire hummed a disappointed note, but tossed the pillow aside and went looking for her top.

"So…do women really go topless on Tamaran?" Robin asked as he pulled his shirt back on.

"It is acceptable in certain situations for both genders to be shirtless."

He watched her as she refastened her neckplate. "How come you never have?"

"Well…in my efforts to fit in on my new planet, I have noticed that most people wear shirts, so I have done so as well."

"And when you were on Tameran?"

She shook her head. "I was too young before…before I left. Children are always well covered to protect them from the elements."

Robin sat down to lace up his boots. "So…what situations are acceptable for women to go topless?"

"At certain festivals," Starfire replied, pulling on her gauntlets. "In battle. It is considered very brave for either sex to go into battle with no chest plate. Younger women sometimes go shirtless in everyday life, but that is usually considered immodest once she becomes a mother."

"Really," Robin commented, clasping his cape around his neck. He couldn't help the smirk that crept onto his face.

Starfire caught it. "Do you wish for me, a young woman who has not yet become a mother, to be shirtless more often?" Robin's smirk was reflected on her own features.

Starfire saw his smirk turn a bit evil. He took a step and put his hands on her hips, pulling them against his own. "Yes," he growled, looking down into her eyes. He'd just noticed in the past couple of days that he'd finally gotten to be taller than she was, if only by an inch or so. "But…I think you'd be too distracting that way…to me, to Beast Boy and Cyborg, and definitely to the city at large. So…" he sighed, pulling her in for a hug, "I think you'd better keep yourself covered up."

"Except, perhaps, in our room? I will make a point of being shirtless in there more often." She giggled.

Robin laughed. "If that's possible. You're shirtless in there pretty often as it is." He drew back and took her face in his hands, kissing her softly before resting his forehead to hers. "C'mon, let's go make breakfast for everybody." He stepped back, letting his hands slide down her arms.

"Oh! May we have zorkaberry pancakes?"

Robin smiled again, this time simply at the joy he took in Starfire's personality. "Sure."

Hello! Here it is, the much-anticipated sequel to Falling. This chapter is just a fun little bit of nothing to kind of remind everybody where we are. (There's actually a part that comes before this, but it's way M-Rated. If you're old enough, go check it out at A Night at Wayne Manor and Other Cut Scenes from Falling II. It's up now!) There's much, much, much more to come; we've barely started. A lot of the next chapter is already written, so look for that soon. And don't forget to review…the muse works harder when she knows she's loved!

UPDATE: Yes, I rewrote a lot of this chapter. I got a review from Kryalla Orchid, who is the Goddess of Teen Titans fanfic, IMOHO at least, that pointed out that Robin wasn't terribly in-character in the original version, and, as much as I hate to admit it, she was right. I realized after I read that that I need Robin to be in a different place at this point in the story. When I conceived this scene it was more of a one-shot, but as I started to construct this story, I realized that this would be a good opener. However, I didn't stop to take into account what's going to happen after this when I decided that. So…while the original version is probably a lot funnier and I had to lose some good lines, this one is more what I really need for the story at large. But, fear not! The original version's up over in the Cut Scenes!

Back to writing chapter 2….