The little black book laid at an angle on the wooden night stand on the left side of Raven's bed. Her side of the bed was made up and everything was in order, while Gar's side was uneven, and unmade. It showed an inferred comparison between the two of them. She sat quietly on her side of the bed flipping through a romance novel she had picked up a while ago when she was at the bookstore with Gar.
She had started to buy books like these more recently into their relationship, the change in book interested confused Gar, but he didn't question it. She would soon let him know that she was not the shy girl that most people thought of when they thought of Raven.
She was waiting for him patiently, though she was starting to get anxious. Almost every night she would wait here on her bed until it was almost eleven thirty for Gar to stop playing video games with Cyborg and Robin and he would come here. The other titans most likely knew there were things going on between the two of them so there wasn't any need for them to tell them. After Gar had started to sleep in Raven's room it was a given.
The time differed each night as to when he would arrive back in her room and lay down in the bed, sometimes they would go to sleep straight away and other times they would be up late into the night. Tonight was a little different than those other times though. It was different because yesterday, Raven had picked up the little black book that was sitting on her night stand. It was tonight that Gar and she would be starting with the first of the twenty six karma sutra positions that were listed in alphabetical order in the book.
The time was slowly inching towards eleven thirty. She watched as the minute inched around its clockwise circle, second by second. Its hand rested on the increment mark three down from the large black three. It was eleven eighteen, only twelve minutes and he was going to be late. She wouldn't be able to stand if he was late; she was getting too tense, too worked up.
She reached over with minimal effort and picked up the little black book, feeling the leather with her fingertips and she opened to a random page. She looked intensely at the little picture draw of what it was supposed to look like and the little description of it below. She couldn't help but grin to herself at some of the pictures and some of the names.
There were little sticky note flags marking some of the off-white pages. She could hear Gar's voice in her head.
"We should mark the ones were looking forward to the most. That way when we get to it, we'll make it even better" He had spoke to her with that huge grin, the one that bared his fang.
There was an explosion of sound outside and she knew it was coming from down the hallway. It was an eruption of hollers and screaming and she could tell that Cyborg was beaten by one of the two other male titans, he only hollered like that if he lost. Cyborg tended to be a bit of a sore loser when it came to playing games.
After being so quiet, it became soft again and she knew that they were talking amongst themselves. This only meant that Gar was leaving them for tonight. She heard whines and sighs and she knew that her prediction was correct. Robin and Cyborg always complained when Gar went to bed. They always said that he should stay up later with them, that it would be more fun.
Gar would always protest and tell them that he wanted to get to bed. She knew that Robin and Cyborg snickered behind him as he left, they knew what was going on behind her own closed doors, but it never bothered Gar.
He would be here any moment and she was waiting each new second with more anxiousness. It was true that out of the two of them, she was more expressive when it came to their physical relationship. While Gar preferred to read action books and murder mysteries, she would pick up romance novels and books that were heavy in their description of sex. Although that he was not as experienced as her in the knowledge of such things, the things that he did to her made up for it.
She laid out on her bed in a simple outfit, but something that she thought that Gar would really enjoy. She wore a plain black top that cut off just below her breasts. This top though, must have been a few sizes too small. She was defiantly insecure about her size and even though Gar would tell her that he did not like a busty she still felt as though she could make herself look bigger and that would make him happier.
There was simple red plaid heart patched on the left side of the shirt right where her nipple would be. The only thing that graced her lower body was a pair of black boy shorts that matched the top that she was wearing. The same red plaid heart also made an appearance towards the elastic band of the panties. She couldn't remember where she had bought this set but once she saw it she had to have it.
She closed her eyes and waited for the quiet beeps that would indicate his knowledge of her bedroom lock. He was the only one that she had told. After those beeps, the gentle hiss of her steel bedroom doors and then he would be inside looking upon her. She closed her eyes with a smile on her face. They say that if one sense wasn't working then another one was intensified. She wanted to hear these sounds clearly.
They were faint but she could hear the electronic pinging noise of someone typing in a seven digit code on the pad outside her door, it stopped and there was s sound of a lock being broken. The movement detecting doors were opening now, sensing the man's presence outside. They weren't the only thing that could sense his presence.
Her eyes stayed shut as she heard the doors hiss open and paused for a moment as they let the man through. She heard him take in a breath as the doors hissed closed behind him.
"Rae" He spoke softly.
She did not say anything to acknowledge that she had heard him call her name. She lay there, very still and waited for him to speak again. She could tell that he didn't have much to say. He probably stood there with an agape look on his face, all she could hear was his breathing, which had picked up in pace since he had first walked through the doors.
He said that he did not care much about these physical meetings that they didn't matter too much in the course of their relationship. She knew otherwise. There was no way that a male would be able to resist even a little bit of physical contact, they were after all male. So she listened as his footsteps and his breathing got closer to her.
"Rae" He finally spoke as he was only inches away from the foot of her bed.
"Yes?" She answered back
"You look amazing" He spoke. It sounded like he had the breath taken away from him. He was at a loss for words.
"Do I?" She answered back. She knew to him that she looked amazing, there was nothing wrong with boosting her self esteem in the process and asking about what he thought, knowing that she would hear good things come out of his mouth.
He only nodded as he propped one knee onto the foot of her dark blue comforter. The weight beneath his green knee sunk and he placed his palms outstretched on the bed closer to her feet. Her feet were as pale as the rest of her body and her toenails were painted not black, but a dark luxurious blue. She had a silver ring on one of her small toes and he couldn't help but to think to himself that he would have never imagined Rae as the person she really was.
No one really got to know who she was and how different she was on the inside. Her outside image had many similarities to the person on the inside but there were certain traits, emotions and silly little things that she had or did that were one hundred percent different. These were things like wearing feminine jewelry and painting her toes.
He watched as he slowly crawled up closer and closer to her the steady rise and fall of her chest. He couldn't take his eyes off of how tight her shirt was and how it looked like she would be uncomfortable with her bosom straining against the shirt. He could tell she wasn't wearing a bra underneath it, he could see her hardened nipples poking against the cotton fabric. It was going to be a challenge enough to get her out of that, let alone a bra.
He sat in front of her staring. She watched as his gaze went up and down her body. First, he looked quickly to just examine her, but then slowly to look at all the little details. His green palms touched gently her knee and he let them slide along her pale leg down to her ankle and back up again. Her legs were so smooth, she took care of herself to please him and he knew it.
He grabbed her thigh muscle and struggled to keep the groan in his throat inaudible. From all the training, all the work Robin put them through and all the missions they went on she had developed a muscle tone. She wasn't too muscular that it was disgusting, like a female body builder, but enough to make him want to be able to feel her up.
She couldn't help but sigh as his palms and fingers would gently touch and grab upon spots that were sensitive. He pulled his hands away from her slowly. The longer his hands were away the slower her breathing got and she eventually opened her eyes. He knew what was filling them; it was a mix of lust as well as confusion.
He looked down upon her with a smile. He hadn't meant to make her unsatisfied; he only wanted to draw back so that things would not get rushed. Part of him did not want to wait anymore and was ready to take everything off now, but he could tell that she wanted it a certain way. If she wanted it any other way then what it was now she would have started the night without hesitation.
He rose up from his sitting position and crawled towards her. His mouth hung over her own lips and he grinned above her. She arched herself up so that she would be able to reach his lips but he would suddenly jerk away from her so that he was just out of her reach. She would fall back and she would try again, but he would keep moving just out of her reach.
"Gar!" She protested bringing herself to a sitting position with a pout on her face. He could only grin at her. He finally let her win and gently placed his lips upon hers. He couldn't help but smile against her lips; they were the softest he'd ever kissed. There was something so sweet about her yet he knew her fire underneath.
Things usually started with the exchange of small kisses. Little butterflies planted on soft petal lips for only second or two before they fluttered away. Every kiss and every touch big or small was done with devotion. They left trails of love down each other's bodies painting a mural of passion and lust.
She would let him know when she was ready to move on. She stuck just the tiniest tip of her tongue on the inside of his lip and he gladly opened his mouth for her. Their tongues met slowly at first, gently sliding against each other. His right arm came around the back of her slender shoulders and pushed her chest to his, allowing for both of them to delve deeper. She could feel the changes in texture of the two sides of his tongue. The underside was smooth while the top was tough, like an animal's tongue, covered in taste buds. She wondered what she tasted like to him.
Her right hand fingered its way into his soft spiked hair and massaged his scalp with her fingertips. He couldn't help but sigh. He loved it when her fingers when through his hair. It brought him closer to her and deeper into her mouth.
It would noticeably change from slow and soft to rough. Their tongues tangled together, fighting each other and coming together in a battle. He broke apart for her and couldn't help but stare into her eyes and want more. The hand that was running through his hair dropped down to her side and she grinned at him. Both of her hands extended forward and slipped under his shirt and found their way to his hardened nipples. She lightly touched them with just her fingertip.
He sighed softly as she gently and slowly just brushed over them. Her soft fingertips trailed their way slowly down his chest stopping at his belly button and then slowly returning their way back up to his pecs.
He pulled far enough away from her that her fingers could no longer reach his skin. She frowned and he could only grin back at her.
"Let's get that off you" He spoke with a husky voice. She did not object and he grabbed the bottom of the shirt and with her compliance and cooperation slowly tried to pull it off her without getting her stuck or without hurting her. He wondered how she got the damn thing on as he tried to take it off without losing his temper and just ripping it off. He looked down at her and he wondered what her face looked like under the shirt that was covered most of it.
When he finally got it off he tossed it carefully to right side of the bed, where it landed at the side of the bed. Her face looked indifferent as he pulled the shirt off. It was only when his eyes glanced downward that she turned her head to face the wall and would not look at him.
"Raven I've seen you naked so many times, your still embarrassed for to show yourself to me?" He asked her
She looked at him with a blush fanning across her face
"I just don't like the way I look" She spoke softly turning and facing the wall again. She could hear him sigh above her.
"Your beautiful Raven, you know I love you and I love the way you look" He said with a smile across his face. He placed a hand on her shoulder. She could only smile back.
He glanced down at her. It never ceased to amaze him that she was this pale. She looked like the moon in the sky itself, glowing against the dark sky of her sheets. He placed a hand over one of her exposed breasts, the pink bud in the center rose against the middle of his palm. He could never remember what size she was, and couldn't understand what the hell the cup sizes really meant, but he knew that he loved her the way she was.
She always complained that she wished she was bigger. He never really liked women with such large breasts, but women, always seemed to want them. He grinned as she sighed softly. She was just bigger then what his hand could hold and he loved that. She was the perfect size.
His other hand covered the uncovered breast and she sighed again. He knew that she enjoyed this more than most of anything they did. His palms skimmed over the tightened little buds and she continued to sigh softly.
He dragged his hands lower and his fingers lightly skimmed over them pressing into them occasionally and she started to moan softly. He gently started to grab them between his thumb and forefinger and she started to squirm under him. Her breathing picked up and as he continued she was panting heavily. Her moans and pants and short groans echoed through him and he knew that he was aroused.
Her hands started to wander blindly. She reached towards him trying to grab onto him somewhere, anywhere but he moved out of her way all of them time which frustrated her. He grinned to himself knowing that she could not see.
He continued to grip her and tease her and she could not do anything but go along with it. He took one set of fingers away from her right nipple and slowly lowered himself down towards her chest. She stopped breathing for a moment as she could feel his breath hovering above the bud.
"Gar" She spoke softly. He could only smile as his lips closed around the bed. She squirmed under him and moaned loudly as his tongue flickered across the tight bud. He sucked on it gently and occasionally just lightly bit it. She would grasp his head when he did this and it made him suck harder and bite a little more.
She groaned heavily under him when he shifted to change sides and she could feel him through his night pants against her leg. She grasped him harder and pulled him closer against her. She could feel all of him and she grinned to herself.
He grinned, knowing why that smile graced her face. He pulled away from her chest and sat back to just look at her again. She opened her eyes slowly, only half away and couldn't help but grin at him. He grinned as his finger made their way up her stomach back to her lovely pale mounds and she closed her eyes again. He pressed the pads of his thumbs over her nipples and she took a sudden quick draw of breath as he pressed down with a decent amount of strength in clockwise circles.
"Gar!" She gasped reaching out towards him unable to reach him still. He pressed his nails against them sometimes and he couldn't help wanting to moan as well when she let out such sounds. He couldn't help but keep such pressure on them. Every time he would push harder she would moan louder.
He continued his relentless torture, her moans and mutters and broken sentences fueled his actions and he couldn't stop. He needed to keep going, to keep hearing the wonderful sounds, to make the women he'd given himself to feel ecstasy every second. He lowered his mouth to the pale skin next to the rising mound of her chest. His right hand ceased its relentless torture and pulled away to her side. He took the small spot of skin in his mouth and gently he started sucking on it. She started out with small groans of approval but his attack got stronger and stronger. He was biting her skin and sucking on it with a new strength. This was one of her favorite parts. He would leave a mark on her. She loved it more than anything, being marked as his. The bruise would last a few days depending on his strength.
Sure it hurt a little at first but she'd grind her teeth together and bare the pain, for the outcome was far more rewarding. He pulled away from her and looked down at the mark, which was already beginning to turn a darker shade than her lovely skin. She could only grin back when he looked straight at her and smiled. She leant forward and kissed him passionately. He kissed her back with a force that could only be considered animalistic as he entered her mouth viciously. She didn't seem to mind though and he pulled her bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it.
She mustered a strength that was unlike her own and slowly sat up and she was sitting in his lap. She could feel him against the inside of her thigh and she grinned at him. He sank under as she used her weight to push herself forward. The tables were turned. She was now on top of the man who was just moments ago assaulting her. It was her turn now, and although she loved to be under him more than anything, she loved it when she could be dominating over him.
He couldn't help but feel the same way. He didn't mind being the one in control, but he also didn't mind being the one that had lost all control and was at the mercy of the one above him, especially when that someone above him happened to be a very sexy half demon, who he loved more than anyone else.
"Rae" He muttered quietly to himself, his words seeming to be lost out to the silence around him. She slowly, with his help managed to pull off his thin night shirt, why he wore them she would never know, they always came off. He wasn't a disgustingly ugly muscle mass like a lot of men their age would be if they were constantly working out. He was thin and lean and his skin was stretched over tight muscles.
She could help but feel the way she did when she saw him. He looked amazing and she loved to know that he was all hers and no one else's. With only the tips of her fingers she traced circles and unknown patterns on the tight skin of his abs and pecs. He shivered in delight and she noticed the goose bumps that arose on his skin by the hundreds. She would tease him by making extra long circles that would wind around his stiff dark green nipples.
She would start with huge circles that would come nowhere near the awaiting skin and come closer and closer with smaller, narrower circles and then suddenly dart away. He groaned when she did this and she knew that it was teasing him but she couldn't help herself. He had done plenty of teasing when he was in control, now it was her turn.
She would run her fingers and up and down his wonderful chest and flat stomach and occasionally lean down gently and just barely kiss his nipples. Sucking them in occasionally and causing him to make small moans. She knew that they weren't as sensitive as her own, but it was still all the fun to play with them a little.
What was even more fun was to tease him where she knew it was sensitive. His eyes were closed and she slowly, without making much sound trailed down his body and grabbed the elastic of his shorts. She looked at him and he did not open his eyes and he was pretending that he didn't feel her starting to tug them down. She smirked and grabbed them and slowly pulled them down, revealing inch by inch of delicious jade skin.
She pretended not to look at his penis, but looked elsewhere. He opened his eyes slowly and saw that to his liking that she was in fact and he knew it would not be long before she would be able to resist holding it.
"Rae" He spoke and her eyes leveled with his. "You know you never have to do anything you don't want to" He spoke quietly
"I know Gar, but you also know that I love doing this kind of thing for you" She spoke looking at his face and then down lower.
"Why?" He asked her.
He started at him for a moment with an eyebrow raised. He was kidding right? He should know these things by now.
"Gar, my love, you know how I feel about….you" She spoke looking at him. Her soft pale hand reached out, knowing its destination and it hovered over his manhood. He was so hot and she couldn't help but shudder in delight.
His emotion did not change but he shook his head. "I could be so much better love" She gave him the same look.
"I could be….bigger for you" He spoke not looking down at himself, or at her even, but away and off in the distance. He frowned and sighed sadly.
She frowned and gently touched the side of his face with her fingertips. She smiled as she turned his head so that he could see her face. He couldn't help but smile back at her. She was so caring towards him.
"I think that you're perfect" She spoke. To prove her point her fingertips glided along the inside of his muscular thighs and slowly up the side of his rigid manhood. He sighed heavily. Heat seared her finger and she was starting to lose control. He did not say anything after that. Her hand came away from his face and her gaze dropped to between his legs. Contrary to what he said about being small he was not. Although he was not huge, he was 7 1/2 which was more than average.
She loved more than anything, the feel. It was smooth and velvety and sometimes she couldn't wrap her mind around that it was a mass of muscle as she wrapped her hand around him. He groaned loudly already, and it was only just barely touching. She grinned to herself as she slowly pulled and her pushed her hand up and down his length. She would occasionally stop for a moment for the pad of her thumb to brush over the tip. He shuddered and moan softly.
He was moaning underneath her now as she picked up her pace. She was squeezing harder as she grabbed him and jerked up and down until he was a mess of moans and grunts underneath her. With her free hand she grabbed one of his hands which was gripping the sheets on the side of the bed and placed a green finger against her lips. She smirked against the nail as she felt it slip past her lips and onto her tongue. She sucked it against her tongue and pulled his finger in and out of her mouth and he moaned against it.
He opened his eyes a little and she was grinning secudctivly at him. She was torturing him and she knew it. He couldn't do anything about it. He knew that she loved him enough to make him feel the way he did. She was an amazing women. She did not just care for only herself, but she did her best to make him feel good as well. He felt his finger slip away from her lips and his hand rested again at his side against the cotton and he closed his eyes again.
His eyes were closed again, leaving him to her mercy. She continued to pump him quickly but lowered herself closer to his body until she was just hovering over him. Her hand stopped its erratic movement and gripped tightly around his base. His breath slowed down and he held his breath and he felt warm air over him.
Slowly, she planted small light kisses along the lenght of him. He sighed softly as he felt her lips touch him for a second and then withdrawl. She never came close to what ached the most. Her free hand fondeled his tightening balls, careful not to put too much pressure on them. He groan softly now, feeling both pleasures at once. Her tourture stopped once again and he knew what was coming next.
She could hear his breath intake quickly and he never exhaled. She grinned and held him steady, her mouth hovering over his tip before closing over the smooth tip sucking on him slightly.
"Rae" He moaned loudly. Her hot, wet tongue sliding over his heat and he couldnt help but moan when she let her tongue flick against him quickly. Soon it was not just the tip but he felt his entire shaft sliding in and out of her mouth at a steady pace. Her hands still gripping his balls, intensifying the pleasure.
He moaned loudly as she sucked him with a strong force and he squirmed under her as she picked up her pace.
"Rae" He moaned "Rae...god" It was so hard to speak. She'd never been with anyone before, but she knew just what to drive him over the edge. He could feel the pressure building in him.
"Please Rae" He moaned. He lifed his hips to meet her mouth. He couldnt help but buck against her lips feeling more and more pressure.
She pulled back and he groaned with disapointment when he felt himself flop out of her mouth. The cool air of the bedroom hit the saliva she left and he frowned.
"What?" She asked him seductivly. "Hmm?" She asked leaning down and flicking his swollen head with the tip of her pink tongue. "Please what?" She asked him. He only whined as he stared at his throbbing cock.
She leaned forward a bit and he moaned as he felt his dick slide through her cleavage. He pushed herself back and forth and he grunted loudly. It wasnt wet but she was still warm and it was tight between her pale orbs. She moaned as his hands reached forward and just barely touched her hips. He pulled her towards him. It wasn't enough pressure, he needed more. Her breasts were tight enough against him.
"Please Raven" he pleased. She stopped moving.
"Please what? Tell me what you want" She said with a grin.
His hands fell away from her hips and his right hand grabbed his own cock. He slowly started to pump himself, his hands not as smooth as her own and he grunted as he put more force. He closed his eyes and he could see himself pushing in and out of her and he felt himself get even harder if that was possible. Her hand replaced his and she continued the assult. He was whiining and moaning her name and she could feel panties cling to her now.
Her hand was once again at his base and her mouth was around him again. He moaned loudly. Feeling the hot wetness of her mouth slide against his heat. He couldnt take it anymore. The pressure was too much and he felt himself release.
"Rae!" He gasped. "Im..." She smiled against him and started to taste the salty liquid slide down her throat. She couldn't say it was her favorite taste but she still loved to taste him. He was panting heavily and she could see him gleaming from him sweating. She sat down in front of him and waited for him to calm down and open his eyes.
He smiled, sat up and leaned forward to kiss her. It was a passioniate hot kiss and once again he was ontop of her. She moaned underneath of him and he grabbed at her breasts roughtly massaging them. He grabbed ahold of her nipples against and pinched harder, causing her to squirm, grunt and moan beneath him.
He pulled away to look at her. Her lips were swollen and light pink blush graced her cheeks. He grinned at leaned towards her playing with her right nipples while sucking and biting on her left. She was moaning heavily now and it did not take him long to get fully hard again. She could feel his tip brushing against her stomach and when she went to touch it she found that there was no give.
She felt the vein underneath of him and felt him moan into her mouth. She laid down flat underneath of him. He opened his eyes and without any hesitation he pulled down her panties, wet with her prior excitment. She was completly shaven. She took the time to keep herself this way for him. He came towards her and took one long, and very slowly lick, making sure to flick her clit at the very end. She shuddered and moaned beneath him.
"Sit up" he commanded to her. She did as she was told and he put an arm around her waist. He sat with his legs fully extended and slowly she inched towards him until she could feel his tip at her entrance.
"Ready?" He asked her. She nodded.
"It's gonna be a little hard for you sweetheart" He spoke to her gently. She shook her head.
"I'm flexible" She spoke with a grin.
He did not say anything more. He slid into her quickly, moaning at her tightness.
"God you always feel so good. Like a virgin, so tight" He spoke groaning as he pushed himself into her all the way to the hilt. She grunted as she felt him push into her and sighed when he was in completly, and she lay down between his outstretched legs. He leaned over her so that his mouth was at her breast and she arched her back, pressing her bud against his lips and into his hot moouth. She moaned as his tips tighteded around her and she grabbed his ankles with her hands.
He took no more time and released her breast from his mouth and bucked his hips. She gasped at how far in he went and moaned as he picked up his pace. She felt bad for him doing all the work but she knew she would repay him somehow soon.
He did not start off slow, this was not the position to do so. He used all of his force to slid in and out of her and he moaned, feeling her all around him. She was tight, wet, and hot and he was so deep inside of her. She gasped loudly and then moaned short loud moans as he nailed her special spot.
"Harder!" She yelled at him. He grinned and placed his arms on the side of the bed and used them to propell him more. The sounds coming out of her mouth were a symphony of ecstacy and he prayed silently for the soundproof walls. She'd be waking up the entire tower.
"Gar! Harder!" She screamed at him as she released short breathy moans. She wanted panting his name under her breath and something inside of him snapped. He usually took the time to make it slow and loving for her but he couldnt help but fuck her tonight. With a carnal lust he grabbed her arched waist with his claws, feeling them dig into her skin and with all of his might fucked her. He rammed out in and out of her. His name was no longer under her breath but a mantra of encouraging words that spewed loudly from within her throat.
He could feel her blood sliding down her beautifully pale waist and onto her dark sheets. He was not thinking about what would happen if her sheets were white.
"Fuck me harder Gar!" She screamed at him. "I'm so close" She added after a few loud moans. He didn't care if she was sore tomorrow, she was going to know the power behind her begging. He felt her tightening around him and he knew that he was close as well. Her walls clamped around him tightly and she moaned a loud moan and he felt her wash over him. Just a few more seconds. He grunted as he thrashed in and out of her wetness, he went into her easier now.
He shuddered violently as the pressure released. She felt hot liquid seep into her and she moaned as he grunted and pushed into her a final time as he finished. He was breathing heavily and she went limp underneath him. He pulled out of her, covered in a mixture of their fluids and she rested her back against his legs breathing heavily. He could see her sex clearly and almost had the desire to reach out and pay attnetion to her more.
She looked at him and he couldn't help bit smile back at her.
"That...was a good one" She breathed heavily.