Raven's POV-
I'm still wearing the hairpiece. I might not ever have the willpower to take it off.
We've had a long day. I went to a couple of shops with Starfire, we all went to lunch, took in dinner, and we're now all socializing (for the most part) in the living room of the hotel. The boys are playing video games, occasionally stealing glances at Starfire and I to see what we're up to. We've only tomorrow until we have to leave Tokyo and go back to Jump City, so we're trying to cram every last activity into only the last few days.
Robin is lying on the couch longways, taking up most of the space, his legs draped over Beast Boy's lap and head tilted to the side as he watches the other two boys play their game. Cyborg seems only the least bit phased by the boys' contact. Maybe they told Cyborg about their relationship. Either that, or his ass is going to be in the fire when he finds out because he called me "pretty naive when it comes to love, Rae." Tch.
It's really endearing, though. It seems so obvious why they'd be perfect for each other, now. Beast Boy is fun-loving, social, easygoing, free-spirited, and kind to everyone, and Robin is more calm, reserved, private, professional, and just a tad neurotic at the same time. They balance out each other nicely, and not in the opposites attract sense. They're not opposites by any means, but rather just have differing qualities that they can use to help each other. Like, Beast Boy's extraversion can come in handy when Robin doesn't know who to talk to. It's important that he has that, too, given his difficulties.
Starfire and I are in the kitchen. She sits on a stool, and I sit on top of the counter. Unlikely for me to be that casual, but it's a nice change. She talks to me about various things she'd seen earlier relentlessly, not letting me get a word in edgewise, as always. It seems stupid, but I listen to every word she says and remember it. I love it when she talks to me, unsure if I even care what she has to say, so I listen, even if she doesn't know. It's the little things.
"Yo, Rae! C'mere." Beast Boy hollers from across the room, and I haphazardly jump off of the counter, nearly knocking down Starfire's glass of water on my way. Thank Azar for telekinesis. Robin props himself up on his elbows, legs crossing on Beast Boy's lap. I hold up my hand to Star, telling her silently that I'll be back in a second.
"What is it?" He shifts, draping his arm along the back of the couch and motioning.
"Come here and sit. It'll be fun." I eye Starfire, tilting my head to the couch, and she floats over happily, leaning over the edge and watching whatever game they're playing.
"What is it about you and making me do things that I don't want to, eh?" I cross my arms, taking a seat on the edge of the couch, so as not to crush Robin's face.
"If you didn't want to, you wouldn't have listened, mama."
"Entirely untrue. I do this because I know you won't stop until I do." He smirks, eyes rarely straying from the enormous TV screen.
"That's because you don't like fun, Raven." I snarl slightly, glancing at him playfully.
"I do like fun. However, I don't consider watching you play a pointless game on the television while Robin sleeps on you 'fun'." I poke Robin's head for emphasis.
"What do you find fun?" Starfire lays herself over the edge of the couch, slumping over the side, her bright red hair waterfalling and pooling on the cushions. She languishly listens to our conversation, uncharacteristically quiet.
"Solitude, reading, being around the redhead…" Starfire catapults herself over the couch, repositioning to sit next to Beast Boy, the line-up being myself, half of Robin, Beast Boy and the other half of Robin, Starfire, and Cyborg.
"See? That's not fun," Beast Boy jokes. Robin chuckles from right by my lap, the vibrations reverberating through the high-set ceilings.
"You can't validate an opinion. In mine, it's fun."
"Look at you getting fancy with your vocab!" Robin retorts, trying to loosen me up a bit.
"You just got 'fancy' all over the couch!" Beast Boy quips in return, lifting one of Robin's legs to demonstrate.
"Can I just go back to the room?" I pinch the bridge of my nose, doubting the maturity of our team.
"No!" Robin speaks up again.
"I wasn't talking to you. It was rhetorical." I stand up, getting ready to go back to the room when Starfire grips my wrist in a rash attempt to get me to stay. Damn those eyes. They're so wide that I can't help but sit back down, but Starfire doesn't let go of my hand.
"Could you all please get off of me? Mr. Fancy Legs over here was enough in the first place, and now I've got redhead and gothy pilin' on me too!" He desperately tries to wriggle out of the contact, unnecessarily, as Starfire and I let go mere seconds after, and he continues his button-pressing barrage.
"You know you like my fancy legs, BB." Robin says languidly.
"Yeah, just not draped against my entire lap while I'm playing video games." Cyborg chuckles from across the couch, missing not a single step in the game for this entire conversation.
"You're such a nerd." Robin pokes at Beast Boy's chest, to which he completely turns his head for the first time during the conversation.
"Shut up. If anyone's a nerd, it's gothy over there." I roll my eyes.
"Leave me out of your 'fancy legs' argument, alright?"
"But my legs are pretty kick-ass, Rae." He flexes, lifting his leg up off of Beast Boy's lap, and Beast Boy pushes it back down in response.
"My legs are far superior to yours." I pick a fight. I'm getting so bored that I think this might be the only thing keeping me here. Other than Starfire's stupid, adorable eyes.
"I do like Girlfriend Raven's legs!" Starfire claps her hands energetically. She's probably the only one out of us who isn't running on fumes. I cover my face with my hands comedically, blushing unintentionally.
"You're not supposed to say that out loud..." All three boys roar with laughter around us, and I seriously consider locking myself in our room for the rest of the trip.
"But Girlfriend Raven, they've been talking about Robin's 'fancy legs,' and I thought it fair!"
"It's not like that, Star." I pinch the bridge of my nose again, nudging Robin's head with my knee in a pointless attempt to get him to stop laughing. She's so sweet, but I don't think she really understands.
"Why not? I do find your legs attractive!" My eyes start to glow red with embarrassment for the first time this trip, with just a hint of anger, and the boys try to stifle the laughing by biting their lips; failing miserably.
"Just… Just forget it, Star."
"My legs are still better than yours." Robin manages.
"Shut up."
"No.
"Yes!"
"No!"
"ROBIN!"
"RAVEN!"
"DICK GRAYSON!"
"RACHEL ROTH!" I throw a pillow, realizing how pointless this is. I'm actually enjoying myself.
"RICHARD JOHN GRAYSON!"
"RACHEL RAAAAVEN ROOOOOTH!"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Beast Boy yells, choking down laughter. I feel like my guts are going to spill out of my mouth due to how hard I'm laughing, Cyborg's chest heaves as he chuckles, Robin laughs hysterically as well, and Starfire sits there confused.
Oh, my naive little gem.
"Why don't you two girls play? I'm gettin' tired." Cyborg yawns, handing over a remote. I encase it in black energy, shoving it back to him.
"No way in hell."
"Please, what is this 'hell' you speak of?" Starfire asks with genuine curiosity. Beast Boy smirks.
"Later, Starfire. And Beast Boy, wipe that stupid look off your face." I lean back informally on the couch, nuzzling into the point where the cushions meet in an attempt to make this more bearable.
"Just play the damned game! You might actually like it, you know!" Beast Boy half-shouts. I am not playing video games to amuse my friends.
"No! I said no!" Starfire sits neatly, waiting for us to finish, staring at her lap sadly. "Star, it's fine. We're just joking. Beast Boy, look! You're making her upset!"
"Then just play the freaking game!" Again, those eyes stare at me in response to Beast Boy's command, and I take the remote harshly out of his hand, leaving him smiling sheepishly.
"Screw you."
"Don't say that to my boy!" Robin jokes.
"Shut it, Fancy Legs."
"Are we not going to play the video game, Girlfriend Raven?" Alright, now she's got me in my show-off mode. I sit up, leaning my elbows on my knees and staring intently at the screen. I've got the instructions now.
"Hit play."
The boys whoop and holler, enough to make the rooms within a 20-foot radius of our hotel suite all wake up. I hush them, moving this avatar around the screen, preparing to attack Starfire's.
She puts up a hell of a defense at first, and I question why she's so good already. I didn't think that she would pick up on it so quickly. I press the buttons with fervor, focusing over the boys' cheering, slicing my sword around, missing Starfire, but still dodging her attacks.
The cheering gets louder as our health starts depleting, and our attacks get shoddier, sweat forming on my brow due to the heat of being around all of these idiots, and also my intense concentration. Starfire has a lead on me.
I let out a final few attacks before she defeats me, gazing over at me teasingly while I sit there in shock, the boys screaming now. They're in just as much shock as I am, it seems.
"Rematch."
She hits play again, and I lose again. The yelling gets louder. This takes place until everyone is sure that I'm going to lose every single time.
"I've gotta hit the hay, y'all. We all should if we want to be energized my tomorrow." The other boys shuffle, leaving an intent Starfire and I alone on the couch. Robin winks at me before he rounds the corner, moving into his room. What was that for?
"G'night!" Beast Boy's half-awake voice says, and I just mumble in response, needing to defeat Starfire in this game before I do anything else.
More games. More. And more. And more. I lose them all, and I start to get frustrated. Eventually, I just turn off the game, turning toward a smirking Starfire.
"Why are you so good at this game?"
"The boys taught me while you were gone with Robin!" She sticks out her long-ish tongue, flipping it tauntingly.
"That's not fair. How was I supposed to win?" I throw the remote to the side, crawling to the redhead across the couch. "Huh?"
"I guess you just can't win, then." She grips my chin softly, pulling my face closer to hers, squinting her eyes seductively.
"I can win at some things, you know." She lifts an eyebrow.
"Oh?" I brush my lips against hers, testing her, and straddling her waist.
"Just let me show you." I lean in the rest of the way, kissing her slowly and softly, letting our tongues swirl against one another in synchronization. I can feel my arousal increasing; sweat on my forehead for all different reasons.
Whoa, I'm not nervous anymore. I feel completely at ease… No flashbacks? This is new!
She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me in deeper, pressing up against her harder, and she starts to unzip my leotard from the back. I toy with the hem of her shirt, and then I realize that it would be tragic if someone walked in.
"Um, in our… room?" I manage between kisses.
"Yes." She scoops me up bridal style, carrying me to our room, pushing open the door, as it wasn't closed, and she sets me on my bed softly, pulling me up into her lap.
I smile at her devilishly, to which her eyes widen and pupils dilate, a small grin of her own blooming up her rosy cheeks. I lean in again, resuming previous activity, and before we know it, we're clothed in only our undergarments.
I push her shoulders down gently, lowering her to the bed, and start to kiss down her jawline, moving to her neck, and I position myself so that my stomach presses in between her legs. She whines whenever I shift around, and I eventually put my hands to use, raking gently up her sides.
Pale hands find supple skin, kneading and tugging and tweaking occasionally, eliciting sighs and gasps from parted red lips, and her hands gravitate toward the small of my back, holding me steadily. No dialogue, yet unspoken words are constantly revealed through our actions.
Feathery kisses are planted all down Starfire's stomach, a fire erupting at her center. Her underwear is discarded, and I trace my fingertips along the inside of her thighs, coming dangerously closer to that spot every time. I lay on my stomach, getting better access, and look intently into her eyes before my finger ends up inside of her, pumping in and out slowly.
"Ah- R-raven, yes…" I speed up, my movements becoming quicker and more powerful, but still soft and adaptable. I nip at her thighs lightly, taking my time and being in control. She grips my hair, lightly tugging me closer to her. I comply, removing my fingers so that I can lick thick stripes along her. "G-good girl…"
She rocks into me, biting the meat on the side of her hand to smother her sounds. Her mewls get louder, her movements get jerkier, and I circle her with my tongue, deciding that I can't leave anything important unoccupied. "Mmm, g-good…" I slip in two fingers.
"AH!.. X'hal..." She cries out softly, her voice raspy and needing. Her body shudders, light sweat dotting her flawless skin, blush blooming throughout her body like roses. Tripping eyes, parted lips, erratic heartbeat, hands gripping tightly around purple streaks of hair... so as not to fall of the edge of the earth, the sheer ecstasy of this sensory input beautifully overwhelming.
A delicious moan flows out of her mouth, chest heaving, and I rub her down from the aftermath, her heartbeat flowing through me, invigorating every intimate nerve in my body.
She flips us, removing my bra and underpants, and tugs at my hips, pulling me closer, closer, closer to her, our lips converging to pass more time. Hands drift to my chest, tugging and plucking at my nipples, mouth leaving mine in order to nibble at my earlobe. The kneading becomes rougher, influencing more desire.
"Starfire, please…" Those eyes find me again. My blood simmers, this want needing to be satisfied, her loving actions bringing me dangerously closer to a boil.
Her finger finds a nerve cluster at my center, circling me, and I only allow small sounds to escape, as if I'm desperately trying to keep a secret. With both hands occupied, she puts her lips to work, enveloping a dark nipple, and I grit my teeth. She suckles, occasionally grazing her teeth gently over the tip, and I have to put every fiber of my being into making sure I don't cause this entire hotel to obliterate.
Her mouth leaves my breast, traveling downward, eyes locked on mine in the most alluring way. She even looks at me when her tongue swipes at me, testing her waters before focusing almost entirely on that one nerve cluster that's going to make me go insane.
"Star… fire…" My breath hitches, my hips rolling into her, eyes partly lidded. Her fingers twist, and I shudder, violently bucking my hips as she rubs me down.
My eyes close completely, allowing me to only see constellations constructed of capillaries and palpitating blood vessels, threatening supernovas. Nothing exists in this world except for my Starfire, myself, and anatomical bliss.
Anxieties hushed by loving words, fears deleted by her arms wrapping me up, ensuring safety and protection from my past. I can let her love me.
"W-who… Won?" Her voice is fatigued, airy and soft, and I shudder at her breath on my neck.
"I'd say… it's a tie."
The stars align, and I allow them to help me relax, the most important of the stellar arrangement whispering softly into my ear.
"I love you."
Starfire...