Committing.

Chapter 4

Raven stormed down the halls of the Hotel, she was fuming as her magic popped out every light bulb down the way. "How dare he." She spoke out loud, fixing her dress. "Marry him, I can't marry him, I can't commit to him!" She was so built up and angry, "It wouldn't work. He's him, and I'm me, and that just doesn't work. I don't do relationships, why can't he see that? This is why I didn't want to fuck him, for this exact reason. I knew this would happen, I knew it!" She stormed into the wedding, unnoticed, and stomped to the bar. She needed a drink. "A scotch, now." She ordered and as soon as the man set it in front of her she chugged it. It was disgusting and it burned down her throat, but she needed it. She was about to order another one when she noticed the guy next to her watching her. He had a scruffy chin, dark hair, and a curved smile, and she knew the type of look he was giving her. This was her moment to prove to Garfield that she doesn't do relationships, she doesn't commit.

…

Three minutes, that's how long it lasted, three minutes. And she knew that if she wasn't so wound up by her previous encounter then she wouldn't have climaxed in that time. It was in the men's room, on the sink, and as soon as it was done regret filled her to the brim. She watched as the guy fixed himself in the mirror, and she only hoped she didn't reek of his bad cologne. She wasn't sure what she saw in him four minutes ago, and she was now thankful he had a condom in his pocket for she was sure he had something disease-wise. She started to feel sick for many reasons, and before she knew it she hopped off the sink, turned around and puked in it.

"You alright?" The guy asked casually, and she only wished he would go. They were done, what more did he want?

Raven heaved in the sink before glancing up and meeting her reflection in the mirror, and she didn't like what she saw.

What had she done?

This guy was in no way a comparison to Garfield. He didn't hold her, hug her, or even kiss her. And normally that wouldn't be a big deal for her, but suddenly it was. How could she do this? How could she do this to him? There was no excuse for her actions.

She started to feel sick again.

She needed to see him, to fix everything, to make it right.

"Well, thanks for the fun." The man said, tucking in his shirt. And she swore then she would get sick again.

…

Garfield sat on the floor shocked and hurt. What just happened? How could he do this? How could he mess everything up? He slowly got up and ran a hand through his hair. He almost had her, but he pushed too far and lost her. He buttoned up his shirt and zipped up his pants before running out the door after her.

He ran down the halls before stopping, seeing the glass of the light bulbs on the floor. He shook his head before running again, hoping his actions didn't cause her to do something she would regret. He barged into the wedding and quickly looked around the room but didn't see Raven anywhere.

"Hey man, were have you been?" Victor asked, approaching him.

"Not now Cy." He said quickly running off, leaving his friend perplexed.

Raven was nowhere to be seen and there were too many strong smells to track her down. But then he spotted her leaving the men's room, a guy right behind her. Garfield watched this in shock as the guy slipped past Raven, slowly zipping up his pants, and he knew exactly what they did, he could see it in her eyes. His heart sunk as his mouth dropped, and he feared he might vomit.

"Gar." She suddenly said as she spotted him, and just like that he turned around and ran. "Gar wait!" She called running after him.

She ran across the room and saw him walk out of the party, but before she could follow him, Richard stepped in front of her. "Raven, what's going on, where's Gar? We're about to cut the cake."

"I messed everything up, I have to go." She said quickly, but he stopped her again.

"What, no. Raven no! He barked. "I told you to figure all your problems out before the wedding; we can't have any of this drama going on, not now. What am I supposed to tell Star?"

"I'm sorry." She said, before running away.

…

Raven barged into Garfield's Hotel room, out of breath but determined. "Gar." She exclaimed, and he turned to her with an angry snarl.

"What the Fuck was that!" He yelled, "You'll Fuck a complete stranger but not me!"

"It was an accident." She told him. "I didn't mean-"

"That's bull and you know it." He interrupted, "Are you really that scared of a commitment that you would rather fuck a diseased filled stranger then me!" He barked.

"I didn't mean it; I didn't even know the guy." She tried to explain, but she found she was only making it worse. "There was no excuse for my actions."

He stood there and stared at her, he was so hurt, and upset, he just wanted to cry and yell, to call her a whore, slut, or even cunt. But he didn't have it in him to do such a thing.

"Gar, say something." She spoke, the silence getting to her.

"I have nothing to say to you, all I know is that you really proved to me how much you don't want to be with me." He said simply, turning away from her.

"No, no that's not true; I want to be with you." She said, slowly reaching out a hand to him.

"No, you don't get to just say that after you cheated on me." He yelled and she stopped.

"It wasn't cheating." She pointed out softly and he turned to look at her.

"You're right, it wasn't, because we were never anything to you." He said simply.

"But we were, we were something."

"Really, cause I can't think of what to call us, what to call whatever the fuck we were doing?" He said thrusting his hands around.

"We're Complicated." She told him.

"Clearly." He huffed, rolling his eyes.

"But we don't have to be anymore." She told him

"Anything with you is going to be complicated Raven." He told her dryly.

"That may be true, but at least we know what to call it, what to call us."

"Us? There is no us, you didn't want an us, you made that perfectly clear." He said roughly.

"There is nothing I can do to make up for my mistake. I just hope somehow… you will forgive me." She told him shakily, and he responded by turning his back to her again, tears building in his eyes. "Because I love you, and I'm sorry it took me making the biggest mistake of my life to realize that." She finished, tears slowly falling down her cheeks.

He turned to her then, blinking the moister out of his sight as he looked at her, "You love me?" He asked questionably, and she nodded. "But will you commit to me?" He asked.

"It depends…" She began with sniffle, "Does your proposal still stand?"

…

Things were a lot slower than either of them had predicted their first sexual encounter to be. They both had assumed they would just give in during a heated make out session and rip off each other's clothes. But that's not how it happened at all…

It started off with a kiss, a soft yet heated, tear filled kiss. Then they slowly undressed one another, letting their formal attire softly fall to the floor. He had laid her on the bed as she slowly pulled him on top of her. He propped himself above her as he continued to kiss her skin softly. She gently grabbed the sides of his face and steered him up to look at her. A lot of the time when he would look at her during these intense moments her eyes tended to be tinted or hazy, as if she was looking at him without really seeing him. But not anymore, no, she was actually seeing him, mind body and soul… and it was amazing.

She smiled before leaning up and kissing him softly, and he couldn't help but smile back at her before resting his forehead against hers. Even though her actions still stung he found himself forgiving her for the mistake; he knew by the tears in her eyes that it was truly an act she didn't mean, and with time they would get through this… together.

He leaned into her and she sucked in a breath as she tightly wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck. She was contently blissful in this moment with him. She had gone down a bad path in a moment of anger, stress, and confusion, and although her time there was brief, three minutes to be exact, it was enough time for her to see where she truly belonged, and who she truly belonged with…

…

His heart pounded in his chest beneath her ear as she rested on him. He was still catching his breath and she thought it was cute how winded he was. She couldn't help but smile as she leaned up on her forearms to face him. She lifted her hand and lightly brushed his bangs out of his face, an action she really hoped wouldn't become a habit of hers.

"Was it worth the wait?" She asked and he couldn't help but smile.

"Oh yes." He breathed.

"You lasted longer than I had expected." She noted and he furrowed his expression.

"What?" He asked, wrinkling his nose, and she lightly flicked it. She was being playful, and he couldn't ask for a better aftermath. "Soo… round two?" He asked with as smirk.

She shook her head yet smiled, before her eyes widened, "The Wedding!" She shrieked, how could they forget about the wedding! Raven quickly got up and hurriedly started putting her dress back on. "We are horrible friends!"

"We were horny friends." He said simply and she turned and glared at him.

"Get dressed." She ordered throwing him his pants. "I don't even know what time it is, the wedding could be over…" She said frantically as she put on her heels.

"Calm down Rae." He told her.

"What is with you, why are you so relaxed?" She asked, "Has sex made you inebriated or something?"

"No sex has made me happy." He smiled.

She huffed, "Never mind that, now zip me." She ordered as she turned her back to him.

He shook his head and zipped up her dress. "Do you think anyone will know?"

"Know what?" She asked turning around and fixing his tie.

"That we… you know." He hinted, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Consummated the relationship?" She asked and he sneered. She sighed rolling her eyes, "Knowing Star, she would smell it on us." She said finishing the tie and leaning in to kiss him quickly. "Okay let's go." She said patting his chest before walking towards the door. He couldn't help but watch her and smile lovingly, before remembering something important and walking over to the vase of flowers by the dresser. "Gar, what are you doing?" She asked as he picked a small blue flower.

"What's this called?" He asked, knowing she would know as he started to wind and braid the stem.

She glanced at the plant. "I believe it is a Love in the mist." She told him and he smirked.

"Perfect." He said, grabbing her hand and sliding the braided flower on her finger…