Hunh...
Look what I found:
The first time he'd said the words, they were like a slap in the face or a punch in the gut - he threw them at her, daring her to contradict him or shut him up or maybe (knowing Robin) daring her to reciprocate. Challenging her to call him on it, to ignore him. Their argument (about what, she couldn't remember) ended abruptly as the words rang softly in her ears.
"You can't push me away, Raven, and you can't scare me away," he had said, after a moment of stunned silence. "You can't, because I love you."
Later, he'd say them randomly, as if he just wanted to try them on his tongue and at first, each time surprised her until slowly, it didn't and instead of bringing with them panic and alarm, they brought only the warmth of acceptance, even if she'd never tell him that.
The first time she'd said the words, they were ripped from her throat (from her soul) each time a gasp against his skin as he demanded she repeat herself over and over so that by the time she tipped over the edge the words all ran together, half mumbled and hasty, but never meaningless.
She never said them otherwise and each time she did, it was surrender.
Now...if only I remembered where I was going with that...???
The first time he'd said the words, they were like a slap in the face or a punch in the gut - he threw them at her, daring her to contradict him or shut him up or maybe (knowing Robin) daring her to reciprocate. Challenging her to call him on it, to ignore him. Their argument (about what, she couldn't remember) ended abruptly as the words rang softly in her ears.
"You can't push me away, Raven, and you can't scare me away," he had said, after a moment of stunned silence. "You can't, because I love you."
Later, he'd say them randomly, as if he just wanted to try them on his tongue and at first, each time surprised her until slowly, it didn't and instead of bringing with them panic and alarm, they brought only the warmth of acceptance, even if she'd never tell him that.
The first time she'd said the words, they were ripped from her throat (from her soul) each time a gasp against his skin as he demanded she repeat herself over and over so that by the time she tipped over the edge the words all ran together, half mumbled and hasty, but never meaningless.
She never said them otherwise and each time she did, it was surrender.
Now...if only I remembered where I was going with that...???