Alone Time
"You're leaving me alone with him?" Raven growled at Robin. "How am I supposed to get peace and quiet if –"
"Rae, please!" Robin's voice was imploring. "I was planning this date with Star for weeks! It's not my fault that Cy had to go see Sarah!"
The violet-haired sorceress glared at him, fists on her hips. She spared a scowling glance towards the green changeling who was absorbed in a game and totally oblivious to their conversation.
Her glare turned back to Robin. "For the record, I'm doing this for Star!" she grumbled. "You've been neglecting her lately, and she deserves to have some fun."
The leader of the Titans blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, shifting from leg to leg. "I know. You're right. That's another reason I need this so badly. I know Beast Boy isn't the best company for you –"
"I just need him to leave me alone, but he doesn't seem to understand the concept behind those three simple words!"
Robin sighed. "Just… just try not to kill him, all right?"
"Humph!" she snorted. "No promises!"
Turning on her heel, she headed to the couch and curled up in its corner, opening her book. "Enjoy yourselves!" she shot at him dismissively and dove into the novel's contents.
Shaking his head, Robin headed for the garage where Starfire was already waiting for him.
-=oOo=-
"YEAH! HIGH SCORE, BABY!" his shout shattered her tranquility and lit the fuse of her anger.
"Do you mind screaming a bit quieter?" she had to shout to make herself heard over the victorious song-and-dance he was performing. "I'm trying to read!"
"Awww, Rae-Rae, c'mon!" he beamed at her. "Aren't you happy I've beaten Chrome Dome's record? I'm so rubbing it in his face when he gets back!"
"My. Name. Is. Raven!" a threatening growl issued forth from deep in her chest and through tightly clenched teeth to wash over the undaunted changeling. He just waggled his eyebrows at her.
"I know!" he smirked, then winked. "I also know you secretly love it when I call you by a nickname!"
Raven's eyes blazed suddenly with an icy fire. Not the freezing-cold kind, but rather a liquid-nitrogen-cold. Her voice shook with barely controlled anger.
"Listen to me, you idiot!" she lashed at him. "I don't know where you get these delusions from, but Azar help me, next time you do it I'll slap you so hard you'll be talking to your liver! Am I making myself clear?"
Garfield's cheer evaporated at her words and he frowned. "Hey, no need to be insulting, mamma! I'm not an idiot!"
"Yes, you are!"
His frown deepened. "Oh yeah?" he told her as he stepped closer. "Well then, Miss Oh-So-Sensitive, why don't you go back to your gloomy room and read there?"
"Because, you dumb collection of the dumbest creatures the Animal Kingdom has to offer, I live in this Tower!" she snarled. "And I expect to be able to read in peace anywhere I want!"
Beast Boy was scowling at her by now and his fang was protruding dangerously. "Did it ever occur to Your Excellency that I also live here?"
"Believe me, it did!" she shouted. "Much to my despair!"
"Well, then, I have the same right to leisure as you do!" he shouted back. "I'm sick and tired of your act, Raven! You're behaving like a spoiled brat!"
"Me? A brat?" she screamed incredulously. "Is this coming from a certain immature, insufferable, impossible, overgrown child?"
"Yes, it is!" he roared, throwing all caution to the devil. "Because it's better to be a child than a bitchy, bratty, insensitive witch!"
Raven's eyes split double and lit up with red hellfire. "That's enough, you stupid beast!" she screeched in a hideously changed voice.
His eyes narrowed and his pupils shrank until they were two pinpoints. His lips pulled back in a snarl, the fangs gleaming wickedly. Claws ripped through the tips of his gloved fingers and twitched convulsively. "Yes, demon!" he growled menacingly. "It's enough!"
She waved a hand and a console nearby exploded. "Good," she hissed and her expression turned into one of hunger. "Security cameras are off. Let's get on with it!"
Black magic enveloped him and his clothing was torn off, leaving angry welts rising where pieces of fabric scoured his skin viciously as they were rent away. His claws shredded her cloak and leotard, indifferent to the twin trails of bloody marks that appeared on her soft, pale skin.
His head shot forward and he sank his teeth into her neck as she bit down savagely on his shoulder. That was all the foreplay they needed.
-=oOo=-
Garfield shifted a bit to snuggle better against her. "Ow," he complained softly, then settled quietly.
She ran a gentle hand through his hair while he nuzzled her neck. "Do you want me to heal it?"
"Mmmm. A bit later."
They both lapsed into silence, arms embraced and legs entangled. She kept on brushing her fingers though his unruly locks while enjoying the caress of his breath on her throat.
She felt him land a tender, butterfly kiss on her neck. "As wonderful as it is, we shouldn't indulge in this too often," he murmured. "It's hard on the clothes."
She giggled. "You're right. I had to buy three new sets, and I think Star is getting suspicious!"
He snuggled in deeper. She felt his hips shift as his leg rubbed between her thighs with delicious friction. She purred softly, the heat flaring up again in her loins. He scented the musk rising from her and ground his hips into her in response. She rocked back against him and felt him harden, his desire pouring into her in a sweet, irresistible tide through her empathy. The need quickly built up in them again, fueled by the virtuous circle of their combined senses.
"Too lazy to get up," he breathed in her ear. "Why don't you just magic us to your room?"
"Why my room?" she crooned, her eyes closed. She was drinking in his emotions and letting herself drown in them.
"I'm in the mood for something more… gentle," he whispered playfully. "It will take some time."
She smiled crookedly. "If you insist…"
-=oOo=-
"Gar…" she let out an explosive whisper, trying to get him to stop for a moment.
"Mmmm?" he hummed, his mouth too busy to speak.
"I just remembered. Our clothes… they're all over the Ops room."
He lifted his head and smiled at her. "You mean, what's left of our clothes?"
She chuckled. "If the others come back and see it… Who knows what they may think?"
"That someone kidnapped us?"
"No, Gar!" she grumbled. "But they could…"
"We've been hiding it for months now, Rae. Maybe it's time."
"I suppose so," she sighed, then smirked at him. "I'd say there's little chance of you going back there and picking up all the pieces?"
"Oh, I'd go no problem," he grinned back. "But I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want me to leave right now." He brushed his lips over the base of her throat, making her hiss in a sharp breath.
"Screw it," she whispered. "They'll find out sooner or later!"
