NOTE: Jason and Raven Chapter

Behind Closed Doors
Chapter Ten

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Raven fidgeted as she checked her phone, her heart thudding in her throat. Okay, Jason had another ten minutes before the party started, he wasn't late. Not yet. She just needed to calm down and-

Her thoughts were cut short as the sound of a motorcycle roared up behind her. Swallowing what fear she had, Raven turned around and watched the sight of a black and red Ducati motorcycle approach, its rider wearing a finely pressed suit and a helmet. A second passed in silent shock and then Raven relaxed, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. A smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth and she shook her head. Of course Jason would ride a motorcycle, and a Ducati at that.

He found a place to park, his hair practically perfect as he removed his helmet and left it on the bike seat. Raven blushed and looked away, trying not to fidget as he offered that teasing, lop-sided smile to her while dusting off his suit jacket as he practically sauntered up to her. How in the world did he manage to have perfect hair even after he rode through town on a bike like that?

"You look a little lost, Little Bird? I'm not late am I?"

She blushed at the nickname and pushed at her hair, not quite sure if she should meet his piercing stare. "Er... no. You're a little early actually."

"Good. I was worried that I might have been late." He reached out and curled his fingertips under her chin, raising her eyes to meet his own. "And I certainly didn't want to be late for a date with you. That would be a damn sin."

His voice was pitched low enough to melt her entire being, and she stumbled back a bit, blushing brightly. He just chuckled and leaned even closer to her, his breath ghosting over her skin. Her eyes fluttered closed and she tilted her face closer to his own expectantly, but instead of the fevered kisses she had felt the other day, she heard his words murmur against her.

"May I kiss you, Raven?"

Raven felt her blush grow darker, and she leaned up on her tip-toes to brush her lips against his own. She heard his chuckle rumble low in his chest, and he pulled her tightly against him, practically stealing her gasps of pleasure as easily as he stole her kisses just a few nights before. Raven's hands slowly came up to tangle in the lapels of his jacket, and she pulled him closer, needing to feel that warmth from his body invading her own. She felt like he was a bit like a drug - a quick, easy high that left her dizzy and spinning, and immediately begging for more.

"Come on, Raven," he murmured against her lips, his voice soft and sultry as he nudged her nose with his own. "You don't want to be late for this party… That is unless I can tempt you with something a little more interesting..." His hands at her waist slid lower to palm the curves of her hips, and he pulled her even closer to him, his smirk practically sinful. "Mm?"

Raven somehow managed to hold back a moan and she kept a hold of her sanity enough to take a step back, grabbing desperate gasps of air as he continued to stare at her. Pushing at her hair, she turned away from him, fidgeting with her purse to give her hands something to do.

"You're distracting," she mumbled into the silence between them.

He laughed, the sound smoky. "Oh really? You know, that's not the first time I've heard that before."

"I didn't imagine it was." Raven chuckled and shook her head, watching as he offered his arm to her. She took it with a small smile and let him lead her up the walk to the Victorian mansion looming in the distance.

The porch was lit with a hundred electric candles and filled with a few of her classmates and their dates, chatting happily before going inside to entertain the wealthy guests. This entire night was meant to be a fundraiser for the literature program at her school, and practically all of the guests had deep pockets. It was Raven and her classmates' job to charm them with talks of books and poetry, and the thought that she was going to have to be personable made her more than just a little bit nervous.

Of course, knowing that he was going to be at this party certainly didn't help either...

She glanced up at Jason, chewing on her lower lip as she thought about the night ahead. There was no doubt that Jason could be the perfect gentleman tonight, their first interaction was case-and-point. He would very likely be able to smile and captivate everyone in the room with his good looks and his intelligence, quoting Keats and discussing his use of language. Letting go of a breath she didn't know she had been holding, she shifted her weight again and looked away.

"You seem nervous, Raven?"

She shook her head and tightened her hand on his arm as someone smiled politely at her and waved. "No… it's just… I don't do well in social situations-"

"I couldn't tell," he interrupted with a laugh.

"-but it was a requirement that I come here for tonight." She rolled her eyes and looked away.

"Oh?" He led her up the steps, ignoring the sultry glances some of her classmates were making his way. "For your honor's program, right? Gar told me a little bit about it the last time we talked."

Raven blinked, feeling a blush darken her cheeks. "Oh? You and Gar… talk?"

"Well, we're co-workers. We talk, not really about clients all that often, but you're a special case." He smiled again and tugged a little at her arm, secrets practically dancing in his eyes. "A very special case if you'll believe it."

Raven balked a little. "What does that mean?"

Jason smiled, but said nothing, and opened the front door for her, walking her into the foyer like a gentleman. The sounds of laughter and excitement vibrated around her, and Raven could feel her nerves tightening up even more. She just had to get through tonight, and then she would be free to retreat into her room again. Seeming to sense her nerves, Jason just gave her another reassuring smile and took her coat from her, giving it to the attendant at the door and taking her arm again.

"Raven," he whispered to her, his voice low and smooth against her skin, like warm cream. "I know you can go this. You're much stronger than a room full of rich old people. You're far too interesting and strong to get pushed around by a bunch of old fogies."

She looked up at him, fighting against a smile.

He shrugged with a laugh. "It's true."

After that the rest of the evening was a blur of talking and pretending to be charming. Smiling happily and discussing books and poetry, it was enough to make Raven sick. Being friendly and happy wasn't exactly her forte, and she was much happier being alone with her books and silence. All of this was just too much, and her nerves were practically raw as the night wore on, but Jason seemed to hold her up to the best of his ability. He gave her little reassuring taps and squeezes, reminding her that he was here for her. if raven didn't know any better, she would have thought that he was doing this all on purpose, that his affections were honest. But she was smarter than to let herself fall for him. He was, after all, still an escort.

"Raven," he murmured against her ear, when they both had a moment of silence. "I know you're nervous, but I'm here for you. Besides, you're doing quite well. If I didn't know any different, I'd say that you were born for this kind of life."

"Ugh, please don't say that." Raven rubbed the bridge of her nose and looked away, her lips tugging down into a frown. "This is a one time event only, and I'd like to keep it that way."

"Ah. Is that so?" He lifted an eyebrow and just stared at her over the rim of his champagne glass, his eyes sparkling with unspoken quips.

"Yes," She blushed and lifted her eyes to his own, looking into his smiling face. How did he manage to make her entire being calm down with just a few well-placed words and a teasing smile? She shifted a bit and looked away. "Very much so. This is it and never again. Is that clear?"

"Mm… crystal, Little Bird." He watched her for another long moment, and he hummed again, as if figuring out that there was something else riding under the surface of her being. "But… there's something else bothering you, isn't there? It's not just about the night or the party, it's something else."

"You're actually right." She shuffled on her feet and looked away, chewing on her lower lips. "I… I have a confession to make, Jason."

"Oh?" He grabbed another two flutes of champagne from a waiter walking by, handing one to her. How many glasses had they had already? She didn't know, but she knew that they were both a little tipsy as the guests hummed and talked around them. Talking to him seemed easier, and his teasing was starting to do more than just make her roll her eyes or shake her head.

He took a sip and smiled. "And what is that, Raven?"

"I… er…" Raven felt her words trail off as she saw him come through the door. Eyes sliding closed, she turned away from the front door and walked deeper into the mansion, hearing his low, old-world laughter following her. Jason stopped and turned around to see the handsome face, blue eyes practically piercing right through Raven. He lifted an eyebrow and looked down at Raven, but she avoided his curious stare.

He hummed again, his nostrils flaring a bit in annoyance. "I'm going to assume that's-"

"A mistake," Raven cut him off with a sigh and pushed at her hair. "A horrible mistake that I hope to never repeat ever again."

Jason's lips twitched. "And this mistake's name? Other than 'douche bag' of course."

Raven felt herself smile in spite of the situation. "Malchior."

"Well," Jason said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tightly against his body. She could feel his heartbeat and breath vibrate through her, and something in her stomach clenched as he continued to close any amount of space between them. "Why don't we give him something to miss?"

Without waiting for her questions, he dipped his head to her mouth and gave her the most soul-crushing kiss she had ever experienced. Heat ran down her spine and pooled low in her stomach, setting her entire being aflame with little licks of hellfire. She felt as if Jason was pulling down every single one of her barriers with insistent kisses and low laughs, and this just proved it. She brought one hand up into his hair and groaned a little, feeling his teeth nip at her lower lip before pulling away. He looked into her eyes, smiled and leaned back in for another kiss, downing her until she had to lean against him for support.

It felt like an eternity before he pulled away and put actual space between them again.

"Better?"

She blushed and nodded. "I… I think so."

Jason cast a sideways glance over to Malchior, who stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide. He opened his mouth to say something to Raven, but Jason just laughed and took her hand, leading her away from the hubbub of the party and deeper into the mansion, ignoring the shocked stares and whispers that followed them into the silence. The sounds of laughter and teases gave away to stillness and the smell of age. It was almost calming.

"I think I like teasing your old boyfriends," Jason said with another chuckle, swirling the champagne around in his glass before downing the rest of it. He set the glass down on a nearby table and continued walking them farther and farther from the party. "I could get used to showing you off like that."

Raven laughed as he turned another corner and let them be lost in the maze of hallways and rooms. "You almost sound like you enjoyed that kiss more than I did."

He simply lifted a knowing eyebrow to her and pushed open another door, pulling her into a drawing room.

Raven finally looked around and realized that they were far from the party and the rest of the guests, and Jason was leading her away from the comfort of a crowd and into the unknown of being alone with him. She felt something in her chest flutter with excitement, but she said nothing about that. Their long journey into empty rooms and vacant hallways was an entirely different story.

She looked over her shoulder, seeing the luxurious hallway disappear into darkness behind them. "How do you know where you're going?"

A smile played across his lips and he closed the door. "Wouldn't you like to know…?"

She pursed her lips. "I would, actually."

He shrugged. "I may or may not be acquainted with the owner of this mansion…"

"With Bruce Wayne?" She blinked and took another sip of her champagne. "How do you know him?"

He leaned closer to her, brushing his nose against her own, his full lips curling up into another smile. "Ah-ah, Little Bird… that's a secret."

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "So, why bring me back here?"

He smirked. "You needed a break and the party was getting stuffy."

"And?"

His smiled faded into something darker and far more sinister. "I can't stop thinking about all the delightful things I'd like to do to you." He moved closer to her, reaching into his suit pocket. "Do you know how hard it is to conceal a raging erection in a room full of stuffy old adults?"

Raven's eyes widened and she felt laughter bubble up from the depths of her stomach. "I… I am not aware of that."

"It's hard. And having you look like a literal goddess standing next to me is certainly not helping…" Slowly, he pulled a strand of silk rope from his suit pocket and looked into her eyes, his lips curling up at the edges. "Now, Raven, may I please have those pretty little wrists of yours? I have a few things I'd like to show you."

Blushing brightly, with her heart pounding in her ears, Raven raised her wrists to his eye-level and watched with bated breath as he wrapped the silk rope around and in between her wrists. There was something just a little frightening about what he was promising with the simple action, but she was far more interested in the heady burn that curled deep in the pit of her stomach and threatened to make her entire skin go up in flames.

He tied the rope with a surprisingly pretty bow and smirked. "How does it feel? Too tight?"

"N-no…" Raven felt her words skip in her throat and she let him lead her back against the wall, his voice like black velvet over her skin.

"Good, Little Bird. Now…" He hooked his thumb in the silk rope and raised her hands up, pinning them above her on the wall. He lowered his mouth to hers, giving her another one of his slow, drugging kisses that made her melt. All the while his other hand slid up the length of her thigh and bunched her dress between his fingers, pulling the hem up one slow inch at a time. She moaned as he traced the edges of her panties, rubbing his thumb along the tense muscles in her thigh.

"You're nervous?"

She shook her head, trying not to think about the fact that his eyes were dark enough to drown her soul in shadows. "No. I'm…"

He raised an eyebrow and snapped the elastic of her panties teasingly, letting them fall against her skin. She gasped as the sharp snap reverberated through her body like a million pins of pleasure, and she tugged at the rope that he held pinned to the wall. It was only at that moment that she realized that she was at his mercy.

Eyes widening, she watched with bated breath as he smiled at her and kissed along her collarbone, giving her little bites and nips that made her shiver and shake. He reached the strap of her dress with his teeth and he pulled it over her shoulder, peppering her with kisses as his fingers continued to tease her flesh underneath her dress.

Jason ran his fingertips over the flat of her abdomen with feather-light touches, stroking her every way possible, but never letting his touches drift low enough to offer relief. Raven groaned and knocked her head against the wall, feeling his lips wrap around the soft flesh of her breast. Raven writhed against him, but his touches never became more insistent or offered a moment of release. They just tortured her one little brush at a time.

"J-jason… please…"

He chuckled and bit down into her breast as his fingers drifted lower, brushing over the soft silk of her panties. Raven knew she must have been wet, ready for him to take her just from his teasing alone, but he said nothing. No, instead he continued to bite and suck at that soft swell of her breast, and Raven knew exactly what he was doing - he was marking her. He was making it so that anyone would know had touched her and who she belonged to.

"Little Bird…" His voice rumbled down her chest and Raven groaned, tugging on her restraints again. There was no way to urge him on, no way to offer herself relief… she was just left here under his very skilled and dangerous hands.

"Jason, I… I need…"

He picked up his head from her breast and smiled. "You need what?"

"I need to…"

He raised an eyebrow, and Raven knew that he wasn't going to offer her any relief until she asked for it. Her cheeks darkening, she met his eyes and whispered. "I need your fingers inside me."

He chuckled. "There's a good little bird."

With those words he slipped a single finger under the waistband of her panties and stroked her with the same soft, almost nonexistent touches as he had her thighs and abdomen. It only made the passion and feelings a million times worse.

"Jason. Please."

"Mm… on my terms, Little Bird." His voice was low and gravelly against her skin and he continued to feast on her neck. "I will touch you on my terms and my terms alone."

Even in the heat of the moment Raven couldn't help but realize how different his skills were from Gar. While he was warmth and light and innocence, willing to give Raven everything she wanted, Jason was darkness and hellfire. He was cold silk under a moonless sky, he was stolen moments hidden in shadows and forbidden stares cast in broad daylight. He was everything Garfield wasn't, and there was something wonderfully sinful about that.

Jason picked up his head from her neck and ran a fingertip over her clit with slow, gentle circles. Raven's hips bucked against his touch, her arms thrashing against the wall as she tried to pull free from his hold. He just chuckled and licked her lips before capturing her mouth in another kiss, slipping two fingers inside her as his thumb continued where his finger had left off. Raven whined into his kiss, it was too much. Far too much.

She pulled her lips away and whined. "Jason…"

"Tell me when you're going to come, Little Bird." He pulled her arms up higher on the wall as his fingers increased their pace deep inside her. It sent a million little sparks of electricity flying over her skin and Raven didn't know where he stopped and she ended.

"I…"

"Now?"

She nodded, another whimper escaping.

Jason smiled and he pulled his hand away, dropping her skirt back to a respectable height.

Shocked, her head still thrumming with the pain of a near-orgasm, Raven turned and watched as he licked her essence off his fingers with a smile. He reached up and untied the rope round her wrists with a chuckle, putting it back in his suit pocket.

Gasping as her arms fell slowly to her sides, she looked up into his eyes waiting for an explanation.

His hands smoothed over her arms and eased the the kinks on her wrists with tender, delicate touches. "I'll let you come when I'm ready, Little Bird… until then, I want you on the edge."

Raven's mouth fell open in shock.

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I don't think that was sooooo painful, now was it? I am still on the fence about next chapter, but I will continue to flag chapters that are not Gar/Raven centered. Thanks for reading, friends!