The V Word
"I got us a reservation for Valentine's Day," Jason told her.
Raven looked up from her book. "You didn't need to do that. I told you, I'm happy with just a movie at home."
"Yeah, but I wanted to," Jason told her. "I wanted it to be special. Romantic. You know?" Jason replied.
"Yes, I know," Raven said. With a sigh, she put her book on the coffee table and walked over to him, making him shrug his jacket off and take off his shoes. She just hated it when he wore shoes in the house; an old Azarathian custom she'd never outlive.
"So…guess where…" Jason said with a smile.
His smile was so bright and happy Raven couldn't help but blush. "I don't know. Where?" she asked.
"I got us a reservation at the Garden Eden," Jason told her.
"That really expensive place?" Raven asked. "I've been there once before for a team mission. Someone robbed it plenty of times. Either Poison Ivy or Dr. Light or someone…"
"So you know it," Jason said. "That's good. I've never been. How's the food?"
"Why would you make a reservation for a place you knew nothing about?" Raven asked him.
"Because it has a good reputation. Fancy place. Wine. Steak. Ridiculously small portions of caviar. All that bullcrap." He smiled at her again. "So what do you say? You and me and a fancy restaurant on Valentine's Day?"
"Of course," Raven said. "Just as long as there aren't too many people there."
"Yeah, yeah, I know all about your empath headaches," Jason said, crawling onto the couch and watching her with crossed arms. "So, are you gonna dress up?"
"Maybe," Raven said. "Are you?"
"Of course not," Jason laughed.
"I thought as much," Raven said. "Don't expect much from me either. I'll probably be out fighting some goon. Might be late. It's okay if you want to cancel. This early, you might be able to get your money back…"
"I haven't paid yet…" Jason told her. With a sigh, he walked over to her and pulled her into a hug, his arms low around her waist and Raven's arms around his neck. "You don't have to keep apologizing. I do know what you go through. After all, I was a crime fighter once."
"And now you're a thief," Raven said, disdain in her voice.
"What can I say? I take after Selena a bit too much. But it's all for a good cause," Jason said.
"And what good cause is that? Being able to supply you with blood money?"
"Raven, I don't want to have this conversation again," Jason said, dropping his hands from her waist. "Please. Let's just pretend that everything's normal for once!"
"But things aren't normal," Raven said. "They never will be. Not between us anyway. Our lives are just so messed up."
"I know they are." Jason heaved a sigh and sat down on the back of the sofa. "A zombie and a demon. We're both cursed in our own unique way. But that's probably why we get along so well. You know? We've both died before…" He had to stop talking then. The memories were getting too painful, and if his mind wandered too close to the Lazarus Pit memories, he just might lapse back into insanity.
"So what kind of food do they serve at this fancy restaurant?" Raven asked, pulling him out of his mind. She could just sense the darkness lingering in there.
"I don't know. Steak? Caviar? Wine? Maybe quail if they're really fancy," he said.
"Well, I look forward to it," Raven said. She tried to smile at him, but it was so subtle he might not have even seen it.
But he did see it. He held his hand out and Raven put her hand in his. As soon as she did, Jason pulled her over to him, toppling them both over the side of the couch and onto the cushions. Raven gasped as she was suddenly laying on top of him, his hands on her back, his lips inches from hers…
Inching towards her.
His kiss was slow and sweet and Raven closed her eyes, lowering her head, putting her hands on his cheeks, her fingertips grazing the softness of his hair.
His hands slid up and down her back, following the curve of his spine, and then cupping the nape of her neck. When they broke apart, Raven and Jason both were left starry-eyed and breathless. Jason put his thumb on Raven's bottom lip, which was wet and pink from the kiss.
"You look so beautiful like this," he said.
Raven said nothing, but she kissed him again. And again. And again.
Within minutes, Jason was reaching for the condoms.
Raven smiled and pulled him back down onto the couch, her hands tangling in his hair. Jason pulled her tight against him, running his hands all over her body, unfastening her cloak, pulling her bodysuit off of her.
Raven, naked, laid beneath him. She parted her legs, wrapping them around the back of his thighs, her labia rubbing up against the front of his underwear. Quickly, she tugged at his shirt, pulling it up over his head. Her eyes ran down his body, drinking in the sight of his chest, his strong arms and abs, and the noticeable bulge in the front of his underwear, rubbing up against it.
Jason closed his eyes and sighed softly. He tugged at the elastic hem of his boxers, his cock slowly being revealed. When his erection was sprung free and his boxers down around his knees, he stroked himself slowly, kissing Raven and Raven kissing him back like she needed him.
Raven reached down, replacing his hand with her own. She moved her hand up and down his cock slowly, making him whimper and sigh. As she stroked him, he pushed a single finger inside of her, feeling her wet and tight muscles and watching the heavenly expression on her face. He added a second finger and curled them, making her whine.
"Oh, yes," she whispered.
He slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her, and Raven bit her lip, unable to control herself. Her back arched and fell, her nails sinking into his skin and her grip around his cock tightening.
"Oh, fuck," Jason whispered. "That feels so good."
"Get in me," Raven suddenly whispered. "I need you in me."
Jason obliged. But only after he'd rolled the condom all the way down his penis.
He teased her entrance with the head of his cock, slowly inserting himself into her. He took his slowly, and Raven loved every second of it. She loved it when he began slow; it helped her to feel every inch of him, and the ribbing on the condom was more noticeable this way. It felt so good that she couldn't help the gasp that escaped her throat when he was all the way in, pushing hard up against her legs.
He slid out slowly, and then back in.
"Perfect," Raven said with a smile on her face. "So, so, so, so…oh my god…" she said.
Jason had taken one of her nipples into his mouth and began sucking at it. Her hands went back up to his head, where she pressed him closer to her breasts. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking at her nipple, circling around it and licking up to her collarbone.
She led his mouth to her other breast, where he began sucking just as hard as before.
As he sucked, he increased his thrusts, pounding into her at a hurried pace. Finally, he had to break away. A dark hickey was left on her beast, and Raven was determined to leave one of her own on his collarbone.
As he laid down on top of her, thrusting quick and steady, Raven sucked and bit at his neck, loving every second of it. She grabbed at the couch cushions, unable to handle such raw, intense pleasure racing through her nerves.
Soon, Jason was thrusting erratically and he was nearing orgasm. He slowed his pace, but he just couldn't stop himself. His legs were shaking and quivering. He needed release. Just the thought of him releasing his seed into her made him shiver with pre-orgasm.
"I'm gonna come," he whispered to her.
"No," she whined. "More. Just…a little bit more…please…"
"'Kay," Jason said, and slowed his pace again.
She started sucking on his neck again. She could feel Jason's moans vibrating against her lips as she kissed him.
Though she tried, she just couldn't get to orgasm. Not with penetration alone. So she snuck her hand in between them, massaging and flicking her clitoris until her toes were curling and her moans were vibrating up against his shoulder.
"You there yet?" Jason asked. Not coming yet was almost anguishing.
"Almost…almost…" Raven said.
"I can't…"
He couldn't finish his sentence. He came, and he pounded into her, his eyes closing in bliss as he buried his cock deep inside of her body. It felt so damn good. Raven rubbed her clitoris even faster, wanting to climax along with him.
Jason stayed inside of her until she was there. He could feel it by the way her muscles pulsed, her body quivered, and that helpless, beautiful look on her face.
Raven put a hand against her chest, feeling her rapid heartbeat. Her clit was still tingling. Her ears were pounding with the sound of her heart, so she didn't realize that Jason was crouching in between her legs until she felt his tongue up against her labia.
"Oh, fuck," she swore.
Jason pushed her legs apart, burying his face in her, his tongue pleasuring her in just the way she liked. Raven's body trembled and strangled gasps and moans and grunts escaped from her lips as he ate her out. "Jay…Jason…" she cried out. She was clutching the couch cushions so hard that her knuckles were white.
And when she came…
A sound so erotically beautiful exploded from her lips, filling Jason's apartment with her cries. Her entire body spasmed, and he had to hold her down, keeping her right where he wanted her, continuing to torture her with his tongue while she writhed up against him, her climax sending her spiraling into chaos. She threw the cushion off the couch and sought for something else to grab.
Jason felt her hands on his head again, her nails scraping through his hair and she pushed him up against her.
Jason gave one last lick up her labia and pulled away from her.
Her body was still quaking. Even after climax, her body was still wanting. He put his fingers to her clit and slowly…agonizingly slowly…circled it until her aftershocks stopped.
"Not bad," he said.
And he hated the fact that he said it. Only after the words had left his mouth did he realize how stupid and pathetic they sounded. Not bad? Not bad?! Casual sex was one thing, but had they really stooped this low. Raven seemed happy, but maybe even she was getting a bit unsatisfied with their old routine? He didn't know, but maybe he'd asked her once they'd gotten cleaned up.
But Jason knew one thing for sure: he was going to take them back to where they had been. Back when the first started dating and Raven's orgasms were so intense that her powers made things break. Back when he would take her standing up against the wall, in alleyways when no one was watching, in bed with a hundred candles lit and music playing in the background.
And he had a feeling that a certain fancy restaurant might just be the perfect place for them to reignite that fire.
Already he was thinking of what he would do to her.
As he and Raven showered together, he could just imagine slipping his fingers into her cunt beneath the table cloth, whispering dirty nothings in her ear in the dim lit restaurant, the soft candles and soft music providing the perfect ambiance. Yes, Valentine's Day would be perfect.
xoxo
As it turned out, Valentine's day was not perfect.
Raven had to return to the Titans thanks to Overload having shut down the power in over half of Jump City. Jason waited at the restaurant for her, standing near one of the televisions, watching the chaos unfold. The city was completely trashed, and Overload had grown to five times his normal size.
A helicopter crew kept flying around the city, and Jason tried to keep a lookout for Raven on the screen. But at that distance, all of the Titans looked like insects crawling across the screen. He knew that Raven had to be somewhere in the air, but with all the chaos happening, he just couldn't find her.
Uncertainty started to fill his head.
What if she wasn't alright? What if she had been hurt? What if she had been killed? What if she was lying bleeding on the sidewalk somewhere, covered by layers of debris, unable to contact anyone for help?
Uncertainty turned to worry, and worry to panic.
For as strong and powerful as Raven was, she was still half human. And she had died once before. What was to stop that from happening again?
Nothing. There was nothing stopping that. She was mortal in her own way, that much Jason knew. But he had never considered the fact that Raven might die so soon.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts and reached for another peppermint on the hostess stand. He'd been sucking them down like crazy, but it kept him from biting his lip or chewing his nails. But still, he couldn't stop fidgeting with the knife in his jeans. He just hoped no one would notice that the knife was there.
Finally, after two hours of nonstop coverage, the news announced that Overload was defeated and on his way back to prison.
And the Titans?
No casualties, but some severe injuries.
Cyborg's power supply was almost out, and Nightwing had almost broken his leg. Almost. But he saw, out of the corner of the screen, just beyond the reporter, that Raven was there trying to heal him. The black magic was no doubt hers, and Jason sighed in relief.
"Sir," said a black tie waiter, tapping Jason on the shoulder, "your reservation is waiting. Will you be joining us tonight?"
Jason thought for a second before saying, "Yeah. I'll do that. But my girlfriend might be a little late."
"Not a problem, sir," said the waiter. "Everything will be just divine when she arrives."
Jason took once last look at the television screen before following the waiter to his seat.
xoxo
"You're okay!" Jason said, smiling and jumping up to hug her.
Raven was still a mess from her battle, but at least she was unharmed…for the most part, anyway.
"Yes, I'm okay. Did you think I wouldn't be?" she asked him. She sat down, grimacing as she did so. She had new bruises from her battle, and her joints were a little worse for wear after falling onto the pavement so many times, but eventually she relaxed into the soft cushions and her bones stopped screaming.
"Excuse me. Wine please," she requested. She needed something to get rid of the pain, and alcohol was the best choice at the moment. She swigged it down when it came, and soon requested another one. The fiery pain in her bones began to dissipate.
"I hope you weren't waiting too long," Raven said to him.
"No, no, not at all," Jason said. "I was watching you on TV. You fight good."
"Thank you," Raven said.
"Would you care for some caviar, madam?" a waiter asked her.
They both looked up at him. Black tie tuxedo, grayish hair, a bushy mustache. Jason thought he looked a bit like Alfred…if Alfred was overweight, that was.
Raven leaned over to Jason. "What's caviar?" For all her knowledge, she'd never learned that word. They didn't have it in Azarath, and she'd never bothered to order it before.
"I'm not sure," Jason whispered back. "But I think it's like some kind of spread or something…"
"Like jam?" she asked.
"I don't know," he said.
"I'll give you two a few more minutes," he said, and backed away from their table.
Before Raven could lean away, Jason put his hand at the back of her neck and pulled her back in. "You look so beautiful in this light," Jason told her.
She blushed, and that made her even more beautiful. He brushed his fingers through her hair, soothing out all the knots and split in. Their was still a bit of gravel in it, despite Raven having brushed it twice before she got their, and Jason found himself going through her hair trying to get it all out.
Raven watched him closely as he ran his fingers through her hair. It felt nice, to have him taking care of her like this. She wanted to close her eyes and lean her head on his shoulder, but she kept herself still. Jason's fingers felt so nice as he massaged her scalp.
His hands traveled down to her shoulders, where he started to massage her there. There was tension in her muscles, and she was sore near her collarbone, but Jason was gentle and went slowly. Her body relaxed under his touch, and she couldn't help but close her eyes this time. Jason's hands worked her shoulders, grabbing onto them and pulling her forward.
He caught her lips in a kiss, and Raven opened up to him. His breath was minty and his lips were tingly. She put a hand on his neck, pulling him close to her, wanting him as close as she could get him. He was so sweet, and he tasted so wonderful. Raven slipped her tongue into his mouth, and he met hers wish an almost feverish need.
Raven could have drowned in his kisses if it wasn't for that waiter again, breaking them up to ask what they wanted for dinner.
"Just give us your most expensive wine," Jason said.
"That'll be two thousand dollars," the waiter replied.
"Excellent," Jason said. "I can afford that."
"Of course you can, thief," Raven whispered.
Jason ignored her. The waiter didn't even seemed to have heard her. Just like that, he was back with a giant bottle of wine and two glasses, and then off again like a puff of smoke.
Raven and Jason drank in silence, only interrupting it to take bites of the fancy bread and butter that just kept coming. As they ate, Jason slipped his hand over to Raven's, interlacing his fingers with hers. Raven looked over at him and gave him a quick smile before returning to her wine. She knew that soon she'd have to switch back over to water to avoid getting drunk. Only the relief from the pain was so nice…
"I have a present for you," Jason announced suddenly.
"A present?" Raven asked. "Why?"
"Because you're my girlfriend. Isn't that reason enough?" he replied.
Without waiting for one of her sarcastic comments, he reached over and pulled out a big, flat box and set it on the table between them.
Raven was expecting a dozen roses or some champagne or something cliché like that to be in the box, but when she opened it, she slammed the lid back onto the box and looked at him with shock in her eyes. "That…" she stuttered. "That's a vibrator."
"No. Really," Jason said with a roll of his eyes. "They told me it was a microphone."
She narrowed his eyes at him and pulled the hood of her cloak back up over her head. "You are shameless, Jason Todd," she hissed at him.
"I'm shameless?" he asked her. "If I remember correctly, you've pushed the boundaries of discreetness, too. Remember just last month? You and me in that alleyway after one of your battles? Or last week when we were at the park and I was fingering you in full sight of everyone?"
"That was late at night. No one was there. And no one was in the alleyway either," Raven replied.
"Well it's not like we're being watched here," he whispered in her ear.
Raven pulled her cloak tight around her body and Jason's lips traveled from her cheek down to her neck. Her head tilted back and her eyes closed as he licked at her pulse, savoring the salty taste of her skin. He could just feel her blood pounding, and he wanted to do so much more to her. Right here. Right now.
"When we get home, you'll have to tell me how you like your new vibrator," Jason whispered.
Heat rose to Raven's face, and Jason chuckled before sucking at her neck.
Despite her efforts, a small moan crept past Raven's lips, and it made Jason excited. He brushed his hand down between his legs, feeling himself hardening beneath his jeans. He rubbed himself slowly before bringing his hand back up, pressing it against Raven's breast and slowly stroking her with his thumb.
Another moan crept past Raven's lips, and Jason knew that it was time for the check. He gave her one last kiss before putting the vibrator in her hands and whisking them off towards his apartment.
"I left a sixty dollar tip," Jason murmured.
"Of course you did, thief," Raven replied.
xoxo
The second they walked through the door, Jason pushed her up against the wall, kissing her desperately. Raven dropped the box to the floor, the vibrator falling out. Just the sight of it made her nervously blush, but Jason pushed those thoughts from her mind as he pushed his tongue past her lips.
Raven wrapped her arms around his neck and Jason lifted her up, grabbing her her ass. Raven straddled him, her ankles crossed behind his back. She kicked her shoes off and clawed at Jason's shirt, wanting to get it off of him. Jason only kissed her harder, grabbed her ass harder, and moaned her name whenever he could. Raven's eyes slid shut and her head fell back, moans and silent curses falling from her lips.
Jason pulled her away from the door and began walking them towards his bedroom, Raven clinging to his body the entire time.
He dropped her down onto the mattress and pulled his shirt off over his head, tossing it away like it was nothing. Raven laid flat on the bed, and he leaned over her, his arms on either side of her head. Raven grabbed him and pulled him in for another feverish kiss.
Jason pushed her further back, crawling onto the bed with her. He unbuckled his jeans, trying to slide them down past his waist, but Raven kept herself wrapped around him tightly, kissing him, sucking at his skin, holding him like she'd never let go. So he rolled his hips against her body, letting her feel his erection up against her body.
Blood rushed between Raven's legs, and she had to move her hips just to relieve some of her need. She released one hand and rubbed it between her legs, where her wetness was starting to coat her bodysuit. She pushed her fingers up against her clit, moving it in circles, before running a hand over Jason's erection.
"Oh, fuck," Jason swore.
He pulled away from her and ripped off his jeans. Raven was about to reach for his boxers, but he grabbed her legs and pulled her near the edge of the bed before she even had a chance. Pulling the fabric to the side, Raven's labia was completely exposed, wet and trembling and waiting for him.
He crouched between her legs, breathing deep her scent. Only a heartbeat later, and he slid his tongue up her slit, all the way up to her clitoris and back down to her slick entrance.
Raven groaned at the feeling.
No matter how many times he did that, it aways felt as good as the first time. His warm, wet tongue pleasuring her in the most intimate way. The way he ate her up like she was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted; the way he made her moan and scream his name as he fucked her with his tongue; the way he slid around her clitoris, making her tremble and shake until tears were in her eyes and fire was racing through her body, and right between her legs, where the pleasure was white hot and icy cold at the same time.
Before Raven could grab his hair, he pulled away again, leaving her fists empty.
"You're not gonna get off that easy," he smirked.
The fabric snapped back between her legs, making her cry out in surprise. He unclasped her cloak and yanked it right out from under her, just the same way he then yanked her bodysuit off of her, the zipper in the back nearly breaking as he did so. She once again reached for his underwear, but he pushed her back down onto the bed, pinning her hands down beside her head as he crawled on top of her, his erection tapered between her legs and sheathed in fabric.
"Stop teasing me," Raven told him, rolling her hips up to meet his.
"No," he replied, chuckling and kissing her neck.
Raven was helpless beneath him. His touch was addictive, and his kisses intoxicating. But she wanted more; needed more. She needed him just as naked as her, with their bodies moving together, and him riding her until they were both spend. Or his tongue, wet and wiggling between her legs, his fingers inside of her body and her clitoris sore from orgasm after orgasm.
Fuck, she wanted it so bad.
And then she was left cold.
"Stay here," Jason told her, rushing out of the room.
Raven sat up, about to chase after him, but he rushed back into the room before she had the chance, the vibrator in his hand and a devilish look in his eyes. Raven's face turned red again. He pushed her back down, his arms wrapping around her and flipping them both over so she was on top. Raven ground herself up against his erection, wanting so badly to get off.
Jason reached behind her and stroked his cock again, feeling the wetness on the fabric from his precum. He flicked his thumb back and forth over the head, teasing the tip, and he whimpered up against Raven's lips as he did so.
"Jason," Raven whined. "Stop teasing me."
"Just be patient," he replied.
He was near his breaking point, too. His cock was twitching, just aching to be inside of her, and he didn't think he could stand much more. He needed relief, just as badly as she did. He needed her on top of him, riding him until he was emptied, making him sore and satisfied and breathless.
"Damn it!" he swore, and he pulled his boxers down.
Before Raven could grab him and impale herself on his cock, he hissed, "Let me get on a condom."
"I have contraceptive potion."
He ignored her and reached over for the condoms in his nightstand drawer. As he reached for them, Raven slapped his ass, making Jason jump and laugh. He looked back at her to find her with her hand over her mouth.
"I couldn't help it. It was too tempting," she said.
Jason laughed.
He rolled the condom down his cock, turned the vibrator onto its lowest setting, and laid back down, flat on his back, waiting for Raven to get on top. She crawled over him, straddling his legs, grabbing his cock and moving his tip back and forth along her labia.
Jason whimpered and bit his lip.
Now she was teasing him.
"Fuck…Raven…" he groaned, putting a hand over his eyes and arching his back. "Fuck, get on me. Fuck, fuck, fuck…"
He felt Raven leaning down to kiss his chest, and he blindly put his hand on top of her head, threading his fingers through her hair and gripping the strands tight. He just wished that mouth was bobbing up and down on his cock, bringing him to sweet, sweet release.
"You want me to ride you?" she asked innocently. Jason could just picture her small smirk and fluttering eyelashes.
"Fuck yes…ride me…do it now," he rasped.
Raven placed his cock between his legs and thrust downward on it. The second his cock was fully sheathed inside of her, the vibrator hit her clit and sent vibrations all the way to her core. And they were strong and intense, making her back away from it with a surprised cry.
Jason watched her try to lower herself back down onto the vibrator, but she was so sensitive already that just touching the head was making her whimper and back away. Jason didn't care. He lifted it up and pushed it against Raven's clitoris. Raven cried out and moaned, loving the sweet, sweet torture that was pressed between her legs.
As she rode out the vibrations, Jason thrust his cock back up inside of her, and that felt even more delicious than before. Clitoral and vaginal at the same time? Raven was in pure heaven.
Even when she came, he wouldn't leave her clitoris alone. He only turned it up higher, giving her a quick second orgasm. And a third. Almost a fourth, but she could take no more.
She jerked away from him, nearly throwing her body off the mattress. She collapsed down on the tangled bedsheets and pillows, her chest heaving, her legs trembling, her hair a mess, her skin glossed with sweat. She could hear her heartbeat thrumming in her ears, blocking out the world, and she put a hand to her chest to calm herself down.
She was only vaguely away of Jason's body lowering over hers, or the feeling of his cock against her thighs, or his mouth on her breasts.
When she opened her eyes, she saw him jerking himself off, his hand a vice around his long, thick penis. He looked up at her briefly before stooping over and sucking at her breasts again. Raven's eyes closed again, only able to focus on the warm, glowing sensation that had enveloped her mind and body. It was only the feeling of Jason coming on her that made her open her eyes again.
He had a lot to give, and his seed coated her stomach, shooting almost all the way up to her breasts. Jason was groaning and grunting as he pumped the last of it out of him, and he was panting hard. Pulling his hand away, he nearly collapsed on top of Raven, but fell beside her on the mattress.
"D'you like your present?" he mumbled.
"The vibrator?" Raven whispered. "Yeah…it was…it was…"
"Wonderful? Amazing? Perfect? Life-changing? Earth-shattering?"
"Yeah…like that…" Raven replied.
"Good," he breathed. "That's what I was going for."
xoxo
The candles had burned down low, but Raven and Jason still laid there, their sweat having dried and their breathing having returned to normal. Raven's stomach was still covered in Jason's seed, and it had turned from sticky to dry on her skin, but she knew she'd wash it off before she went to sleep.
Jason's fingers curled in Raven's hair, absent-mindedly twisting it around and around slowly as he tried not to drift off to sleep. He kept opening his eyes to look at her, and sometimes he'd see her peeking at him, and other times her eyes were closed and her face so calm she could've been in deep sleep. But then her eyelids would flicker and she'd peer out at him from her long lashes, stroke his cheek with her fingers, and close them again.
They didn't know how long they'd stayed like that, but the silence had settled over them like a thick, soft comforter that they didn't want to kick away. But Jason had something on his mind that he'd been meaning to say ever since he'd first made reservations at the Garden Eden. Or even before that…if he was honest. But back then it was just a silly thought, like dying your hair orange or moving to Canada or wearing your clothes backwards for the day. But now, he'd made up his mind about it, and he wanted to tell Raven.
But the soft and soothing silence, as warm and comforting as a blanket…
Oh well. He'd just have to do it.
"Raven," he whispered.
Her eyelids fluttered open again, and she watched him silently. But she was listening, waiting to hear what he had to say.
Jason licked his lips, unsure where to start. "I…I was thinking…"
Raven said nothing. Just waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Jason sighed, shifting his legs a bit on the mattress, disturbing the nest they had cocooned around themselves in the past hour and a half or so.
"You look beautiful," Jason told her, and his eyes roamed from her face to her stomach. He could still see evidence of his climax on her skin, and he ran his hand down her stomach, feeling his dried cum still stuck to his girlfriend. It only made what he was going to say more strange…
"Raven…I've been thinking of getting a vasectomy…"
Raven sat up on the bed, leaning on her elbows. "That's a big decision to make," she said, "but if you feel that it's right, then you should do it."
"That's all you have to say about it?" Jason asked her. "It's a huge deal. I mean…I'd be giving up…I'd just…it's not an easy decision to make."
"I know it isn't. But you've obviously thought a lot about it, and you seem to think it's the right decision. Did you think I would tell you otherwise?" Raven asked him. She sat up, leaning back on her hands and crossing her legs. "Besides, vasecting yourself isn't permanent."
"It isn't?" Jason asked her. "I thought…"
"Did you do any research?" Raven asked him. "If you're going to mutilate yourself, you should at least know what you're getting into."
"Well that's just it…I'd be mutilating myself…wouldn't I?" Jason asked.
"I'm not going to tell you yes or no. In Azarath, sexual health wasn't discussed much. As far as I know, pregnancy was prevented with potions and abstinence. And STDs were pretty much unheard of. But whatever reason you want it…it's really your decision to make," Raven said.
She stared down at her toes the entire time, not daring to making eye contact with him.
But Jason needed to read her. He put a hand to her cheek and slowly tilted her face towards him. She could read it in her eyes, see it on her face, that she was confused but indifferent to the fact. And really, what was he expecting? For it to be some life-shattering event for them?
Even if it was permanent, would it have changed anything?
He knew Raven would never have children. She had told him once before that she'd sworn on the power of Azarath never to let Trigon's blood spread…as she put it. And him…he always figured that some fucked-up criminal zombie man shouldn't be having children anyway. For him to try to father anyone, his biological child or not…he wasn't that cruel.
"Jason…I can sense your turmoil," Raven said. She put a glowing hand to his head, and slowly his thoughts began to relax, and he found himself hating himself less and less. Just as he was about to relax into her, she angrily jumped up.
"I need a shower," she hissed. "I hate feeling dirty."
She stomped into the bathroom, turning the water up to scalding, and Jason followed her into the bathroom. The steam was like a sauna, and the mirror was beginning to run with thick droplets of water. He tried to bat the steam away, but it was just too thick.
"Raven?" Jason asked, stepping close to the shower. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," she replied curtly.
"You're not angry with me are you?" he asked. "I mean…I told you about this because I wanted you to be okay with this as well. I mean, I still think I'm going to do it, but…"
The water shut off and Raven pulled the shower curtain back, glaring at him. "Jason…do you hate yourself?" she asked him.
"Well…not right now…"
"But you did, didn't you?" Raven asked. "Just a couple minutes ago?"
"…Yes…but not right now because…"
She looked at him angrily, like he was the biggest idiot in the world. "That's because I took it," she snapped, and closed the shower curtain again.
"Oh," Jason said. He still had no clue how her powers could work. Just when he thought he could understand all her demonic powers and dark magic and witchcraft or whatever the hell it was, something new always popped up to send him back to his obliviousness again.
"You'll get over it, right?" Jason asked, crossing his arms.
"Sure," Raven said.
With a that, Jason walked out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom. In his nightstand, underneath all the condoms that he'd collected over the past few months, was the doctor's card, the phone number printed neatly at the bottom. He stared at it, and then his cell phone, trying to get the courage to pick it up and dial the number.
"I'm gonna do it," he said, mustering up his strength.
He opened his phone and started dialing.
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