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--mature themes here--
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They were panting, hot as they gently pulled apart.
As they rested each sighed, slumping while facing one another.
After the minute each took to absorb the remaining numbing, pulsing sensations they looked at each other, warm, satisfied smile greeting the other's warm, satisfied smile.
Raven could hardly move; she was too relaxed, too happy.
So happy.
Robin saved her the trouble, moving a little closer, briefly struggling against the sheets with the sweat he'd accumulated.
Raven's eyes only seemed to light up the closer he got, and she couldn't restrain the giggle in her throat as his hands came around her lovingly.

"Hey you," he panted breathlessly.

    "Hey..."

They were so happy, but so tired.
This form of activity was definitely a bit different than their other forms of "exercise," but on a human level, the rewards were much richer.
Robin's left hand rested on her shoulder, the warm palm meeting cool, sticky skin.
His right hand slid under her other side, enabling her to be held in some form.

"You okay?" he asked with a smile.

Raven nodded, not having many words at the moment.
She was lost, drunkenly gazing into loving brown eyes, still reeling from the overwhelming ecstasy.
Robin smiled more.

"You're shaking."

    "It's a good shake," she uttered softly.

"Yeah?"

Gentle kisses peppered the pale, folded up hands that laid in front of Raven's face.
Each delicate finger was met with a small kiss, but when it came to Robin, even the smallest gestures were densely packed with care.

"Can I come closer?"

    "Yeah," she whispered.

Robin moved in a little more, pulling Raven into his person.
Despite his somewhat small physique, his arms were strong, but not crushing.
He held her with a firmness founded in affection and protectiveness.
As Raven curled into him, she couldn't help but to immediately close her eyes, lids heavy.
Robin closed his, too, sighing as everything in the world fell into place.
Every fiber of her being could feel the love he carried, and how easily he projected it when they were intimate -- or any time, really.
His touch was always so tender, so cradling and deep.
There were times when it was almost too much for her to comprehend, to be loved so deeply by someone.
She grew up cared for, she had great friends, but when she was with him, everything just felt perfect.
Robin was her safe haven, her soulmate.
Their bond was powerful, emotional, raw.
She was the empath, she'd been inside his mind, but sometimes it felt like he could read her better.
He knew how to touch her, what she liked, where she liked it, and not just physically.
When she was sad, he knew how to comfort her.
When she was sacred, he knew how to soothe the fear.
Had he been even the slightest bit uninterested or caring for her, she would've been able to feel it, but there was never questioning it; he loved her.
And the best part?
He knew she loved him, too.

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AT LONG LAST.
ART!
BELOW DECK!
HAIL POSEIDON

ANYWAY, it felt so good to do this in RobRae, ik i already have a picture of them naked and in bed but THIS IS DIFFERENT!
I was going to draw them in action but Robin's face came out so sweet i couldn't bear it ;___;
Speaking of, his face and hair are literally my favorite parts of all this.
Raven would've been perfect, but i think her chin's too long.
FUCK.

ENJOY!

---DO NOT STEAL MY CONCEPTS, ART OR IDEAS!!! I DO NOT OWN DC BUT I DO OWN THIS ART!!!---

Description
--mature themes here--
-----------------------------------------------------

They were panting, hot as they gently pulled apart.
As they rested each sighed, slumping while facing one another.
After the minute each took to absorb the remaining numbing, pulsing sensations they looked at each other, warm, satisfied smile greeting the other's warm, satisfied smile.
Raven could hardly move; she was too relaxed, too happy.
So happy.
Robin saved her the trouble, moving a little closer, briefly struggling against the sheets with the sweat he'd accumulated.
Raven's eyes only seemed to light up the closer he got, and she couldn't restrain the giggle in her throat as his hands came around her lovingly.

"Hey you," he panted breathlessly.

    "Hey..."

They were so happy, but so tired.
This form of activity was definitely a bit different than their other forms of "exercise," but on a human level, the rewards were much richer.
Robin's left hand rested on her shoulder, the warm palm meeting cool, sticky skin.
His right hand slid under her other side, enabling her to be held in some form.

"You okay?" he asked with a smile.

Raven nodded, not having many words at the moment.
She was lost, drunkenly gazing into loving brown eyes, still reeling from the overwhelming ecstasy.
Robin smiled more.

"You're shaking."

    "It's a good shake," she uttered softly.

"Yeah?"

Gentle kisses peppered the pale, folded up hands that laid in front of Raven's face.
Each delicate finger was met with a small kiss, but when it came to Robin, even the smallest gestures were densely packed with care.

"Can I come closer?"

    "Yeah," she whispered.

Robin moved in a little more, pulling Raven into his person.
Despite his somewhat small physique, his arms were strong, but not crushing.
He held her with a firmness founded in affection and protectiveness.
As Raven curled into him, she couldn't help but to immediately close her eyes, lids heavy.
Robin closed his, too, sighing as everything in the world fell into place.
Every fiber of her being could feel the love he carried, and how easily he projected it when they were intimate -- or any time, really.
His touch was always so tender, so cradling and deep.
There were times when it was almost too much for her to comprehend, to be loved so deeply by someone.
She grew up cared for, she had great friends, but when she was with him, everything just felt perfect.
Robin was her safe haven, her soulmate.
Their bond was powerful, emotional, raw.
She was the empath, she'd been inside his mind, but sometimes it felt like he could read her better.
He knew how to touch her, what she liked, where she liked it, and not just physically.
When she was sad, he knew how to comfort her.
When she was sacred, he knew how to soothe the fear.
Had he been even the slightest bit uninterested or caring for her, she would've been able to feel it, but there was never questioning it; he loved her.
And the best part?
He knew she loved him, too.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

AT LONG LAST.
ART!
BELOW DECK!
HAIL POSEIDON

ANYWAY, it felt so good to do this in RobRae, ik i already have a picture of them naked and in bed but THIS IS DIFFERENT!
I was going to draw them in action but Robin's face came out so sweet i couldn't bear it ;___;
Speaking of, his face and hair are literally my favorite parts of all this.
Raven would've been perfect, but i think her chin's too long.
FUCK.

ENJOY!

---DO NOT STEAL MY CONCEPTS, ART OR IDEAS!!! I DO NOT OWN DC BUT I DO OWN THIS ART!!!---