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Raven’s room was dark, as it always was. Shadows cascaded down her walls as flames danced upon candle wicks, the leftover evidence of her meditation. Both were completely unrelated to her invitation to the shapeshifter. The candles were definitely a mistake—the ambience was far too romantic for what this was. This was not an amorous exchange between two lovers, Raven reasoned, this was desperate frottage between two consenting friends, nothing to light candles about. She hadn’t thought to blow them out when she messaged him earlier. Raven made a mental note to let Beast B—Garfield, it was too weird to call him Beast Boy now that he had been inside of her—know that it wasn’t for him, with as much subtlety as she could manage.
Raven bit her lip, trying to trap her moans between her teeth. She was still too mortified to let the sounds slip from her mouth without a fight, to bare her pleasure raw like that. Her legs were beginning to ache, to her own fault. It was an unspoken rule she had put in place, that she always remained somewhat in control when they did this.
Being on top was as in control as she could be with him. He was always so unrestricted and wild, especially during sex. Sometimes the urge to let him take what he wanted was immense, but she refrained. He always allowed her to lead these meetings, no questions asked, almost as if he was afraid to spook her. When it was just the two of them, he’d allow her to take what she needed. This arrangement had benefits for them both.
It was hard to fit extracurriculars into the life of a superhero, even harder into the life of a half-demon. If it wasn’t for Garfield, she would likely have remained a virgin forever. Who else would be able to cope with the unstableness of her magic, the random destruction that followed her ecstasy? Who else could she allow close enough to see her in this state, half-naked and wanton with lust?
Her legs bracketed his hips. The burn that stretched across the back of her thighs wasn’t unwelcome, not with the heat in her stomach that came along with it. Unfortunately, it was becoming tedious. She desperately rocked her body against his as he met her body with thrusts, both well-worked into erotic exertion.
She kept her gaze on the wall in front of her, refusing to acknowledge the way his green eyes were staring up at her, admiring her, as she fucked herself on his cock. He always looked at her like that when they had sex, eyes filled with desire. The way her heart had stuttered in her chest the first time it happened was too dangerous to allow herself to relish in it. Another rule she had put in place: no unnecessary eye contact.
His hands were on her waist, bundling up the fabric of her t-shirt as he aided in her actions. As she used him to brace herself as she rode, she grazed her nails along the skin of his chest, wondering if she would leave marks. Her actions were getting sloppier with each burn of her thighs, and she let out a small whimper at a particularly rough thrust into her. Raven ignored the embarrassment that flittered through her at the sound, focusing on the feeling of arousal that emitted off him.
It was almost burning into her skin, the heat of his desire for her, how it lapped around her body and flooded her senses. She could get drunk from it.
She tried to rock harder against him, chasing the feeling of her own arousal, it wasn’t quite enough. She needed more. He needed more.
“Fuck, Rae, just let me-” he moaned as grabbed at her plush skin of her ass, his hands pulling her down on his cock as hard as he could. Raven let out a whine at the feeling of his rough skin against her own.
As Raven looked down at the sound of his voice, she felt her resolve break. His eyes were dark, his pupils consuming the dark green colour of his eyes. She had been riding the tension in her stomach for too long, not quite able to get to her climax. She wanted to let him take control so badly, just hand over the reins, let him bring her to the edge. His hands had moved to her thighs now, massaging the skin as he fucked into her. His sharp nails dug into her skin, the fire in her stomach seared at the thought of what he could do to her.
“Just, it’s Raven, fuck ok, ok” she moaned out, he laughed at her response.
Raven was shocked by his display of strength, he let go of the bottom of her thighs and using the palms of his hands, he pushed himself up against the headboard. Raven grabbed at his shoulders to steady herself, digging her nails into his skin as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled them chest to chest. His green skin was glistening with sweat, the strain of his actions only highlighted the muscles in his arm.
He had changed so much over these past few years. He’d finally grown taller, and thanks to Robin’s overly intense training sessions he’d filled out. Raven liked it, she liked it a lot. His new muscular build was still somehow so utterly him; he wasn’t bulky or beefy– more athletic and sturdier, spans of lean muscle rippling beneath his forest skin.
The slight change in position allowed Raven to bounce on his cock with more vigour. He fucked up into her with his feet digging into the mattress, giving him more strength to drive into her harder and harder. This was dangerous, he was dangerous. This felt romantic– the feeling of his hands trailing her body was possessive, the way she ground down on him was sensual, the way she wanted him was obscene.
Whimpers fell out of her mouth with the feeling. She slid her hands around his neck, tangling her fingers in the hair at the nape. They were mouth to mouth, not kissing, just moaning desperately at each other. Garfield bit lightly at her chin as she rocked against him. Her skin was on fire, flames licked at the tension in her stomach, igniting it like it was gasoline.
The knot in her stomach started to grow once more as their bodies worked in tandem. Their skin was slick with sweat, sliding against one another in a way that could only be described as pornographic. Raven wondered what they looked like right now, what her body looked like against his, how his cock looked sliding in and out of her. Magic crackled at her fingers, the all too obvious spark of her exhilaration.
The speed picked up once more, Garfield’s grip on her waist pulling and pushing her back against his body. Months and months of practice had made them good at this, the sex thing. Moans filled the air as Raven felt herself climbing closer to the edge, Garfield’s face shoved into her shoulder as she tightened her grip on his hair. Her eyes rolled back into her head; she was overcome by the feeling of him. All around her, the feeling of his hard chest against her breasts, his large hands pressed to her skin, his fangs grazing against the exposed span of her collarbone.
Raven rocked herself harder, faster, against him. The feeling of his cock pushing into her and pulling against the walls of her cunt was too much. Her clit rubbed against his pelvis each time she bounced herself against him. Her actions were sloppy, trying to catch the drag of her clit each time, her legs trembling with exertion. She was shaking.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, Gar-” she moaned out as she felt herself go over the edge, her body shook with her climax, and she collapsed on to him. A resounding sound of objects dropping back into place followed. Her legs gave out as she lay her head on his shoulders, arms tightening around his neck, ignoring the potentially damaged items in her room.
Garfield placed sloppy kisses along her throat as he fucked her through the waves of her orgasm. He fucked her after them, driving her into overstimulation as he chased his own. Finally, with a groan into her ear, he came with a deep thrust into her cunt.
Raven allowed herself the simple joy of the afterglow, running her hands through his hair gently, scraping her nails lightly against his scalp. She let him place delicate kisses along her neck, trailing up to her mouth, as his lips touched hers reality sunk in.
With regret she removed herself from him, the absence of him inside of her hit her shockingly. The emptiness spread through her, and she heard him let out a bitter sigh at loss of feeling.
The two collapsed back on her bed, catching their breaths. Raven lay, eyes returning to their place on the ceiling, as she heard a rustling next to her. She turned her head to see the changeling pulling his boxers up his legs. Raven allowed herself to appreciate the toned green skin, how his muscles strained slightly as he bent them. She averted her eyes as he rolled back over onto his back, throwing one arm over his eyes, relaxing into the bed.
His forest hair was askew from when she had run her hands through it earlier, Raven shivered slightly at the memory. His shoulders had crescent moons dented into them, green skin slightly broken with cuts of red. A reminder of how she had gripped him close and tight. She should heal them, but a twisted part of her wanted him to bear the reminder of their encounters. She felt sick with the way it pleased her, the possessiveness of her demonic side. How it wished to mark him up and claim him as her own.
He looked far too handsome in the post-sex glow, relaxed and loose, as if this had taken away his worries and granted him reprieve. It was unfair how he looked; Raven ignored the desire to lean into him and wrap herself around him. Him, relaxed in her bed, stirred something in her chest, something she was not dealing with. Not today and certainly not tomorrow.
Raven hit his chest, jolting him from his descent into sleep.
“Get up” she whispered, shooting him a look, silently praying it was harsh and cutting instead of wanting and needy, “you have to go”.
He threw his arm to his side, glaring back at her.
“Yeah, yeah, give me a minute” he responded, stretching his arms torturously over his head.
Raven traced his movements carefully as he made a show of putting on the rest of his clothes. She wrapped herself into her sheets, waiting to hear the door shut behind him.
“Hey Raven”, she heard him whisper from the door. She rolled around reluctantly, giving him a moment of her attention. She was greeted by his fanged smirk.
“You can keep my shirt if you want, it looks better on you” he said and closed the door quickly behind him.
Raven looked down at herself, it wasn’t her shirt she was wearing, it was his. The stupid video game logo was almost taunting her. How had she not noticed she was wearing his shirt? The changeling had probably left it in her room after one of their previous hookups, and she grabbed it without looking when she changed out of her uniform that afternoon.
The last thing she wanted was for him to see her in his shirt, while she moaned his name and let him undo her. If she was abiding by her own self-made rules, she should definitely not sleep in his shirt...
But it was warm and comfy, and he was gone. He wasn’t there to witness her snuggle into the fabric. He wouldn’t know how the smell of him made her relax into her bed. Of what he smelt like she could not pinpoint, nonetheless it was intoxicating.
This was all another aspect of this night that was far too romantic, way too comfortable for her liking. Letting him pull her close, wearing his t-shirt while they had sex, it was self-indulgent of her. Pretending for a moment this was something a girl like her could have.
The evidence of her pleasure was destruction. She could spot broken trinkets littered about the floor, things that did not survive her magical outburst. They were small, unimportant, but it was still there representing exactly why she needed to restrain herself.
Raven tossed around in her bed, pulling the comforter tighter around herself and sinking into the comfort of her mattress. Her pillow even smelled like him, that asshole. She uttered her mantra, and the candles extinguished, plunging the room into darkness.
Raven squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to sleep before she began to overcomplicate her thoughts even more. There was no use contemplating any of it. They weren’t a couple, no number of candles or accidental t-shirt wearing would change that. They were two friends who had an itch to scratch, if it weren’t for the two living in the same tower this would never have occurred. It was convenient, that’s all.
Raven was not a creature of infatuation; romance was an idle fascination that she could not afford to dwell upon.
Raven awoke the next morning still wrapped around her comforter, head still snuggled into her pillow and a green shapeshifter still running around her mind, shirtless and glistening with sweat. It was awful. The moment she had got a taste for him it had completely overtaken her thoughts, plaguing her throughout her days. Raven had never even entertained such a thing before this, especially not about him. Now that she had, she was almost incapable of not thinking about it.
And she was still wearing his shirt. Raven was digging herself into a hole, and she resolved to start filling it back in before it caused any problems.
Getting out of her bed, she pulled it over her head. Rubbing her thumb across the soft fabric, Raven pondered her options. The logical conclusion would be to put it back in his room or throw it into her laundry basket, but she couldn't find it in herself to do so. She should have done it the first time she kept it.
She carefully folded it up and placed it in her bottom drawer, out of sight and out of mind. Throwing on her uniform, Raven stepped out into the hallway and made her way to the ops room.
Raven was a creature of habit and mornings were an important aspect of that. Her routine began at eight on the days there was no training. First step on the list was breakfast, and she was eager to have some tea and a few slices of toast to get her day started. Back to normalcy.
She craved lavender tea. It was exactly what she needed to get rid of the anxiety that was currently clawing at her chest, ease the stress.
The doors slid open with a ‘woosh’ and sat at the kitchen island was Robin. He too was already dressed in his uniform, sipping his daily cup of coffee and reading the crime section of the newspaper. Robin and herself were alike in that, always the earliest risers. Occasionally Starfire would join them if she had spent the night in Robin’s room, or Cyborg if he had work to do, but usually it was like this. The two dark-haired Titans would sit, enjoying the morning silence before everyone else awoke. Birds of a feather, creatures of habit.
The masked boy gave her a sharp nod, which she returned, as she went and put the kettle on.
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, taking casual sips of their hot beverages, enjoying the still nature of the room. The taste of lavender worked wonders– placebo or not, her shoulders relaxed a bit more and the tension of her muscles dissipated.
The intensity of Starfire’s emotions reached Raven before the girl herself did. The electric feeling of it in the air carried itself into the room, and Raven braced herself for the charge that was about to join her breakfast.
“Boyfriend Robin!” Starfire’s voice permeated the room, excitement clear in her tone. The alien girl flew through to her designated seat next to their leader, their shoulders pressing together as she leaned into his space.
“We have received the invitation from the mayor” she exclaimed, the two other Titans entering the room behind her. Her excitement was contagious, and Robin had caught the bug, smiling goofily at his girlfriend.
Raven’s eyes lingered on the sleepy sight of the shapeshifter. He had left her room late into the night and unlike her he had probably stayed awake long past their tryst. No, not a tryst, hook-up. Tryst was not the correct word for it.
As much as Raven detested the term ‘hook-up’, she had yet to come up with a better name for what they were doing. It felt disrespectful to refer to him as something so blasé when he held an importance in her life far beyond a casual hook-up, but she had no idea what they were now. Friends who fucked, teammates who slept together, two people who had fought alongside each other for years and would trust the other with their lives?
Everyone on this team was far more than just teammates, they were a family of sorts– her family. But where she could assign Robin and Cyborg the label of brother, and Starfire the labels of best friend and sister, Beast Boy had always evaded such. He was far more complicated a thing to her, and now even more so. She did not consider him a brother, (clearly, her urge to see him naked and beneath her was a definite sign of that).
She had no word for him, he was Beast Boy, Garfield, the irritating constant in her life that, for better or worse, she had come to need.
“What does it say, little missy?” Cyborg asked, grabbing a pan from the cabinet and getting started on his breakfast.
Beast Boy chose to grab some cereal, yawning as he asked, “yeah, what kind of shindig is it now?”
Cyborg raised his eyebrow, “Shindig?”.
“Yeah, shindig, event, bash, soiree, whatever the fancy people call them” Beast Boy shot back, waving his spoon in Cyborg’s direction.
Raven rolled her eyes at the two.
“None of that friend Beast Boy, the invitation says we are invited to the first ever Jump City Charity Gala, what is the ‘gala’?” Starfire asked Robin, who had been reading the invitation as they all spoke, “I have never heard of such a thing”.
“It’s like a big event where people wear fancy suits and dresses, sometimes there’s a band” Robin looked up at the boys, “we are going to have to get new suits and you- “, he turned to Raven with an apologetic look, “-are going to have to go shopping for a dress”.
Starfire immediately jumped to Raven, “Oh, we’ll have to go to the mall of shopping soon, you will need the new heels and purse, oh we could get our hair and nails done, friend Raven, are you not excited?!” The more excited Starfire got, the more uncomfortable Raven felt.
Why couldn’t Robin have kept his mouth shut? Raven could have grabbed a simple dress the day before. Now that Starfire knew of the situation, there was no way of escaping a day of shopping. Although Raven was long overdue a day with Starfire, so not all hope was lost. It could still be mildly enjoyable if Raven could squeeze in some of her own wants.
“Maybe we can go next week, Star?” Raven offered up instead of lying and agreeing with her.
“When’s the gala, Rob?” Cyborg asked as he fried his bacon, Beast Boy glaring at him throughout the process.
“It’s not for another month; we have some time; we can leave it a while”
“Yeah, just in case Green Bean starts growing like crazy again, better to leave the suit shopping until closer to the time” Cyborg jokes, laughing at the half-asleep green boy at the end of the table.
“Ughh, I refuse to replace all my clothes again, it took forever” Beast Boy grumbled at the thought.
Beast Boy’s growth spurt hadn’t been anything supernatural, just quick. One day they had all woken up to realise the green shapeshifter’s uniform was way too tight and way too short for him. Raven had woken up and realised the boy now towered over her, which did not help the budding attraction she had going on at the time.
“It’s not like you paid for the clothes” Robin added into the conversation, smirking at the boy.
Beast Boy shot him a sleepy glare as Raven watched the Titans continue their teasing, the regular timed show starting to play. Beast Boy and Cyborg quickly moved onto their ‘Tofu vs Meat’ arguing, while Starfire and Robin tried their daily crossword. Raven let the voices of her teammates fade into the background.
The thought of going shopping with Star was not ideal, but she could bite her tongue and get a new dress for the gala.
She would at least try to do it with a smile on her face.