Chapter 1: Introduction
The Teen Titans Tower hummed with satisfied energy; the team had successfully thwarted the nefarious efforts of a trio of would-be criminal masterminds. Bodies sprawled in various states of repose in the living room. Raven sat on a modernist white sofa, long black hair obscuring her face as she read something far more interesting than the mundane high jinks mere hours before. Cyborg's legs sprawled across a glass coffee table, as he reclined, watching the latest news blurb about the team's victory.
Beast Boy, on the other hand, was restless. After a few minutes, he jumped up from his armchair, excusing himself to head to the bathroom.
Meanwhile, in the sleek, space-age bathroom, Starfire decided to take a hot shower to wash away the grime and tension from another day on the battlefield. With steam enveloping her lithe, green-skinned form, she stepped into the shower, allowing the streams of hot water to cascade down her body.
Her hands roamed over her skin, traversing the curves and planes of her athletic frame. Thoughts of Robin—or "Nightwing," as he called himself these days—flickered through her mind.
Back in the living room, Beast Boy idly flipped channels while perched on the arm of the sofa. His eyes caught the bathroom door ajar. His heart skipped a beat. Instinctively, he moved toward the doorway.
The sight of Starfire's naked silhouette through the frosted glass door took his breath away. There was no turning back now. He watched, mesmerized, as the water droplets cascaded down her breasts, over her taut stomach, and down her shapely legs.
Unable to control himself, he stepped forward and slipped in, the glass door shutting behind him with a soft click. Their eyes met, locking in a smoldering gaze as they wordlessly communicated their shared desire.
Before either of them could utter a word, his lips claimed hers.
She moaned softly, responding to his touch with an intensity that matched his own. His hands roamed her body, feeling her slick skin under his fingertips. His arousal was palpable, as he pressed into her, his erection insistent.
Her hands worked their way through his hair, pulling him closer with every stroke. Eagerly, she returned his kiss, her desire growing with every passing second. Their tongues danced in a primal ritual, as the steam enveloped them in a passion-filled haze.