A/N

Hey, friends!

Whhhaaaaat, another RavenxRedX story? Why, yes, yes it is. Was looking for a good RaexX story, you know, one where they end up together (insert ugly crying here), and since I was unable to find one, figured I'd play around with this idea that had been tickling my brain.

Burning Daylight is definitely my main focus, though, so this story won't be as regularly updated; just kinda dumped when I need a break!

Still, I hope you guys like it!


1. Oops

"No time for better words, no time to unsay anything."

CS Lewis, 'Til We Have Faces

When Raven woke up by sunlight, she furrowed her brows.

When she sat up, naked, in a room that wasn't hers, she panicked.

When she saw her clothes in a pile beside a skull mask, she screamed.

A potted plant in the corner exploded, waking up the criminal beside her — who then shrieked.

"Oh shit."

"What the fuck."

"Ooohhh, shiiiitt."

"What the fuck."

Raven turned away from him, pressing the blanket against her chest. She held her pulsing head in her hands. Each throb pulled unnecessary memories –– gasping touches, roaming mouths, soft moans…

Oh, Azar, why?

"Oh, my god," he groaned, and she remembered that he had said that phrase a few times last night. She felt her body warm; the back of her neck turned red.

Of all the people. Of all the criminals –– well, at least he was human, so she couldn't complain, but still, with Red-X? She couldn't have at least done it with Aqualad? It had to be a thief?

How did it get to this?

Raven glanced at him. He was laying in the bed, an arm thrown over his eyes. The blankets were pulled in her direction as she was trying to cover up, meaning that his toned and scarred torso was exposed.

"Let's just go back to sleep," he said suddenly.

"…What?"

He moved his arm; she noted that he had pretty green eyes.

"Let's just go back to sleep," he repeated, and despite the second time around, Raven still didn't have anything important to contribute. She stared at him, one brow raised in annoyance, or confusion, or maybe both.

"You're joking, right?" she deadpanned.

"Look," he started, sitting up. "We've already fucked up. Twice, from what I can remember."

She felt herself turn red; another potted plant burst to her embarrassment. He pretended not to notice.

"Thrice," she coughed.

He blinked, and then there was a grin. "Alright, three fuck-ups. So. You know what I look like, I know what you look like; we've slept with the enemy, all that good stuff."

"Are you going somewhere with this?"

"I'm just saying that, since it's already happened, why don't we just…you know…worry about it later."

Raven wasn't convinced, despite his rather charming smile. "…Later…?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "At a more, ah, appropriate time."

It took everything not to stare at him with a gaping mouth. He really was the most reckless and nonchalant criminal she had ever met — not that she had met very many in those specific circumstances. Red-X was smiling cheekily at her. She ran a hand through her hair and groaned.

"Raven, come on," he urged. "It's 9 AM on a Sunday," as if the day of the week made it any different. " Let's go back to sleep, and we'll deal with tomorrow's problems tomorrow."

Her response was immediate: "Ugh." So was his laughter.

Was she really even actually contemplating his ridiculous and stupid idea?

Maybe. She bit her bottom lip.

Red-X reached out and gripped her waist, nudging the blankets from her hands.

"We're going to regret this," she said, shaking her head.

"Those are always the best stories," he murmured. He leaned forward and kissed her neck.


A/N

Welp! There you have it!

I really, in all honestly, don't know where the heck this is gonna go, haha. Shouldn't be too long nor too dramatic, though. Hope you stick around (: