Raven sat up in the bed, still shaking and her muscles still aching. But all in all, she felt amazing, and there was a euphoria in her that she knew would last for a while.

"Here you go," Dick said to her, draping a soft, warm blanket over her shoulders like it was a cape. Raven clutched the blanket to her body, cocooning herself in it and hugging her arms around herself.

Raven closed her eyes and took deep, slow breaths.

Dick looked around on the floor, locating his pants and pulling them back onto himself. There were a pair of comfortable, casual pants. Ones that didn't feel skintight and obnoxious.

Raven felt him crawl up onto her bed next to her.

She opened her eyes slightly to see him. His maskless blue eyes were watching her intently, with love overbearing the concern. He reached his hand out for her, and stopped just short of her shoulder.

"Can I touch you?" he asked.

Raven nodded.

Dick slung his arms around her and pulled her into him. Raven closed her eyes and breathed in his scent. He still smelled like sex and musk, but it didn't turn her on. She was far too spent, for anything. All she wanted to do was curl up into the softness of her bed and not move until her body healed.

"How was I?" Dick asked her, a small smile on his face. Raven looked up to see a dark blush darkening across his face.

She sighed and snuggled closer to him. His arms tightened.

"You were wonderful," Raven mumbled.

Dick's hand reached up to smooth her hair down. It was still tangled and messed from the sex. He combed his fingers through the indigo strands and brushed the knots out.

"Look at me," he bid her, and Raven turned her face up once more. Her lips were still red and swollen, and bright hickies and bite marks were upon her neck. Everything else on her body was covered up by the blanket.

He had spent a long time with the aftercare, making sure he'd covered all her little marks and bites. The rope left the most markings, despite the fact that it had been made of silk. But Raven said that the pain was hardly there.

"How are you feeling?" Dick asked her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. He heard Raven take a deep breath once more, sighing it out. The sigh sounded peaceful instead of agitated; that brought a smile to his face.

"I feel wonderful," Raven told him.

Her eyes drifted closed and she rested her head up against his chest. She didn't want to talk. Didn't even want to listen. The only thing she bothered to hear was the steady beating of his heart, sounding quiet through the folds of the blanket between her and him.

Dick seemed to take the hint, and he said nothing for the longest time. Only held her while she rested, trying to find her peaceful spot and linger inside of it. He knew that she loved being wrapped in his arms, and that she felt safe, happy there. But wherever she went inside of her mind after particularly rough sex was over, he didn't know.

Raven didn't tell him, and he didn't ask. Raven was glad of that. Her mind was still something she liked to keep hidden, even from Dick. Pieces and parts that she'd never show to the light, never speak aloud, never even let the words kindle in her throat.

While she rested, a smile broke across her face. Small and unpained.

Right outside the window, snow was starting to fall once more. For the past week, it had been nothing but overcast, with thick, dark clouds hovering low in the sky. Snow came on and off all day.

Raven loved the snow. It gave things a romantic quality, somehow. Something peaceful. Of course, cold was not something she could withstand well.

She pulled the blanket closer around her and pressed harder up against Dick, eager for his warmth. She felt him pulling the sheets up around her.

"Hey, Rae," he whispered. She made no response, but he could tell that she was listening. "In a little bit, Starfire's gonna start a movie for us to watch. And Cyborg's gonna cook s'mores and make hot chocolate. And Beast Boy...well, he'll be quiet, just for you."

He stopped, letting his words sink into her.

"Would you like to bundle up and join them in about an hour?" he asked her.

Against her chest, Raven nodded. "Yeah," she breathed, "that'd be nice."