I hope that you enjoy RobxRae Week. Have a great Hump Night. :) Deuces!
Day Four:Vacation at Home
'Where am I?' Nightwing's vision finally cleared. Glancing around, he saw that he was at his apartment in Jump City. He let his head hit the pillow on his bed and relaxed. He closed his eyes as he tried to collect himself.
"Shot!" His eyes shoot opened and body shoot up. Quickly hopping out of bed, he pulled his uniform off. He glanced at the clock, which read 2:19 P.M., on the nightstand and yell out again. He was already late for work. He threw his police uniform on the bed along with a pair of boxers. The door to his bedroom open while he was heading to the bathroom.
"I see that you're-"Raven words stopped. Standing in the middle of the bed was a naked Nightwing, who was only wore his mask. "Sorry." The beat red Raven quickly closed the door.
He chuckled to himself and went to check on his girlfriend. Even though, she saw him naked plenty of times and doing more than just standing, she turned shy every time. He turned the doorknob, but it would not move.
"Raven," he called out gently.
"Um…I called the Chief and told him that you were sick."
"I am?"
"Yes, I thought you could use the rest. Also… I sort of planned a mini vacation for us today."
He was shocked. "You did?"
"I hope that it is okay with you?"
"Yea, it is. I am just shock."
"If-"
"No, it is fine. Just let me shower and put on some clothes. "He could picture her blushing at thought of him still being naked.
"You'll only need your swimming trunk."
He raised he eyebrows. "My trunks?" He turned the knob to the door again and again it did not move.
"Trust me." Raven said through the door.
Nightwing looked toward the window to see bright sunlight pour through the cracks. He turned and looked back at the door, which conceal his girlfriend, questionably. He trusted her. But going outside in the middle of January only in swimming trucks was not a good an idea, even if it was sunny. He turned the knob once more and once more it failed.
He signed. "Ok. I'll get ready."
What the -. When Richard Grayson opened up his bedroom door in his swimming trunks, he was shocked to say the least. His living room was transformed.
The furniture was push back against the nearest wall, and streamers hang from the wall. A pile of sand was neatly and evenly distributed across the middle of the floor. A blanket and a picnic basket lay on top of it. Two cardboard trees was place on opposite edges of the sand and an adult-size, inflatable swimming pool was place in another edge. His living room looked like a miniature island. The sound of waves and birds from his stereo added to the favor.
He took all of this in as his eyes moved to the kitchen, which was separated from the living room by counter that was also decorated. There he found his girlfriend watching him. And he watched her back with his mouth slightly open.
She was wearing a small, white bikini held together with strings. He remembered the day that he had jokily suggested that she should pay it. He thought she didn't, but apparently she had, and he was happy that she did.
"I hope that you won't mind the sand." Her voice held confidence, but he could tell that she was nervous and unsure as her eyes fail to meet his. She continued to talk when he did not speak. "If you do not like it, we could do something else."
He did not say anything as he walked toward her. Her eyes, which were slightly casted down, failed to meet his intense one. Reaching her, he wrapped his right arm around her waist and placed his left hand against her back. He brought her closest. Staring down at her, he waited for her to meet his eyes. When she did, she gasped and he drove in.
He claimed her mouth as he did her: with love and passion. He felt her wrap his arm around his neck to deepen the kiss. He decided to he deepen the whole activity. Each hand pulled on the nearest string, the tied on her back and the one her left hip, until it gave way. He repositioned his arms so that his left arm wrapped around her waist and his hand on her neck. The tugged at ties there.
Once all the ties were loose, he lifted her up by her hips. Following his lead, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the blanket, where they made love.
"Thanks for the vacation, but you know we have to clean this up, right?" He asked the naked woman in arms. They lay spent on the blanket. After making love the first time, the ate the meal that she prepared, awkwardly played in the small pool, which they tore, and build a sand castle, which they destroyed sometime during the second time they made love.
She giggled. "I thought you were going to mention that when you first came out of your room."
"I was but I got distracted." He squeezed her hip to emphasize his point. He chuckled when she hid her faced in neck from embarrassment.
"It won't take me long to clean. Unlike you, I have magically powers."
He laughed. "I think I have enough magic to make you go weak."
She gasped when she felt his body react. "Stop." She struggled against his hold. "We don't have time for this."
He picked her up and placed her on the kitchen counter. "Come on. Vacation isn't over yet."
