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A/N: Warning! After the first line, there will be major sexual content. Please skip, if you are not comfortable with it.

There is one part after the first line that will be bold and italic that is safe to read.

Let's Try

Rachael watched him as he watched her. His blue eyes were morphing into a simmering fire.

"Raven," Dick said. His voice controlled every syllable of her given name. "I…" He licked his lips. "Are you sure? We don't have to. There's no pressure."

Was she sure? No, absolutely not. However, Mari was right. This was the person who went to hell and back for her. This was person who saved her countless of time, and one of those times had been from herself. She didn't need to protect him. They needed to fight together, like they did on the team.

"My father controls, or rather influence, majority of the decisions that I had made in life. I left my home because of him, and I hid in the shadows, afraid that if I came out, he would too. I have many fears, Dick, and many secrets, but I'm tired of hiding and being afraid." The words of the priest came to her. "I want live. I want to take back some of my father's influence. I don't want…I don't want to hide anymore.

"I'm not sure about this, but I want to try. If it doesn't work, then-"

"One day at a time." He finished for her. She nodded. He smiled. "Okay."

She smiled, too. This felt right. Right here and now, with him, felt right. "I don't know what to expect when…" She blushed. "I'd only tried that with Goth. I let fear prevent me from trying again with someone else or from opening up." He remained silent, listening. "I don't know how my father was able to contact Goth or if he really was going to eat him. But I do know that my powers are the start of the process. When I looked inside Goth mind, I felt my lust was triggering his.

"The night, I left your place. I saw the same lust in your eyes, as well. If I try to control my emotion more than it should prevent it."

"Don't hold back."

"But-"

"No fear, remember. We will take it head on." Her smiled widened. If he ever stopped being a cop, he would make a great motivational speaker or life coach.

"No fear," she repeated. They stared in each other eyes. Determination and trust and love floated in the air around them. Although, they looked away after a minute. A faint blushed coated their cheeks.

"Umm… I think the next part of our plan is to do it."

She nodded, still not looking at him. When did it become so awkward? They had made out several of times before and had almost cross the line twice. Yet, none of those moments were awkward as this one.

"How about I take a shower." Her boyfriend said, standing up. "Guys' night got pretty rough, and I had to stop two criminals on the way here."

"Of course. Everything is in the bathroom."

"Okay. He stared down. His blue eyes were intense. He bended down and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Don't fall asleep on me."

"I won't." He nodded and left her for the bathroom. When she heard the door close, she covered her scarlet face with her hands.

This was awkward.

"This is exciting. You're about to lose your virginity." Rachael jumped at Mari's voice.

Rachael quickly glanced at the bathroom door before turning to Mari. "You shouldn't be out when he is here." She whispered.

"Then let's hurry up before he comes out." She whispered back.

"Hurry up with what?"

"Are you going to wear that for your first time?"

Raven looked down. What she had on was comfortable, not sexy. "He already knows what I wear to bed."

"He knows what your pajamas look like, not what's under it."

"I'm not changing. And you should go back in the mirror. Somewhere in the mirror where you can't hear or see anything."

"I'm just saying he would like that lace set in your drawer better than this."

Her nervousness, and anxiety were starting to set in. "Do you think so?"

"I know so." Raven looked at Mari. She was more experience in this area. Maybe she should listen to her.

"Okay."

Mari grinned. "Let's make your first, possibly your last, time special."

Dick closed his eyes as the water cascaded down his body.

When he decided to stop by her loft, he didn't think it would turn out like this. He had only wanted to reassure her, and himself, that they were in this together. Now, they were about to become connected in another way. Something that he wondered about since the day at the Tower when she gave him a sleepy kiss.

Turning the water off, he stepped out of the shower and wrapped tower around his waist. With a silent word of encouragement and a prayer, he walked out of the door and stepped into a different loft.

There were candles lit around the loft, giving off a pleasant aroma. The glow from the candles along with the décor of Rachael's loft created an enchanted lair. And in that lair was his beautiful girlfriend dress in a dark satin robe. Her eyes were watching him, placing him under her spell. He went to her and stopped when he towered over her.

Looking at her, he had a lot that he wanted to say, to ask. However, he didn't want to kill the mood. Yet, he felt that he needed to say something. Fortunately, she took control of the situation. She stood up and kissed him.

His arms went around her waist and hers around her neck. Her lips parted under his with a soft moan. He gently bit her bottom lip before sliding his tongue in her mouth. She tasted like heaven.

Pushing one hand in her soft hair, he tilted her head more to gain a deep access. He used his other hand to squeeze her butt and pull her closer. She moaned. He groaned. He was getting heated, really heated. He needed more of her.

His hands went to the knot that held her robe together. He pulled on it when her hands came to his chest. She stepped back from him.

Goodness, she was enchanting. Her faced was flush. Her hair was beautifully rearranged. Her lips were swollen and wet. And her eyes… her eyes were full with desire that cause his groin to tighten as he became harder.

He needed more of her now. He moved, his lips seeking hers again. She pushed against him, stopping him.

"My powers are effecting you." Her words managed to penetrate the cloud of lust inside of his head. He had forgotten about her powers and her father. "Are you sure, you don't want me to pull back my powers? Your lust will only get stronger."

"No fear." He whispered. He kissed her again while lifting her up and placing her on the middle of the bed. He pulled backed, kneeing in between her legs. He untied and removed her robe.

She was gorgeous under it with her lace set. He told her, causing her to blush even more.

His lips touched her for a second before moving to her chin then her neck. He licked the pulse there before pulling the skin in between his teeth. He moved painfully slow down her neck and collarbone, stopping to kiss and suck.

His hands were the opposite of his mouth. They didn't know where to stay. He wanted to caress all of her skin. They traveled from her bendto knees to her side. From there, they went her to shoulder, her butt, her stomach, her breasts or whatever part of her body that they wanted touch. Eventually, they settled on her breasts, where his mouth met them. He removed her bra and paid special attention to her breasts and nipples.

She was moaning and panting under him. It was driving him crazy, especially when she let out breathless 'Richard's from her mouth. She only used that name when she desired him. He liked it. A lot.

She used her feet to lift her lower body to his and grinded on him. He moaned loving the pressure. He felt a fever consume him. He needed more of her. More than he needed air.

Was this what Goth meant when he said that he felt drugged with lust?

His mouth left her chest and went north to her lips. His hand went south to the other one. She arched her back and broke off the kiss.

"Richard."

Gosh, he needed her now. He pulled off her underwear before staring down at her naked body. It was calling to him. He moved closer until her magic stopped him. He felt some of his pleasure fade away.

"Condom, "she panted, pointing to a box on his nightstand. "I got it from your apartment." She explained.

Two things hit him at once: more pleasure and determination. Pleasure, because of the thought of her in his apartment dress in the clothes he had just taken off of her. Determination, because he wanted her to be unable to think. He wanted her gone with lust as he was.

He removed his towel and put on the protection. He grabbed her legs and kissed both of her inner thighs before tonguing down her prize. Her hands gripped his hair as her moans and his name filled the room. He stayed there until she screamed and her body went limp.

He crawled back over her. "You were right." He said. "Your blueberry pie tastes better."

"I told you." She gave him a small, sleepy grin.

He kissed her briefly. "Don't fall asleep on me." His hand moved back down south, touching her, causing her to tense. "I don't want you to miss the next part."

He grabbed his self to enter her. He could fell her heat when he disappeared.

Dick was dressed as Nightwing again. He stood on a large hand in the old library that was buried underground.

"So, my daughter decided to whore herself off to another man. Though, I must admit that her choice, this time, is better."

"Trigon," Nightwing said as the demon step forward. He adjusted his body, preparing for an attack.

"You. You are the mortal from before. Rest easy. I can't eat you like I tried the other one. My daughter's gift to you still protect you from me, at least while I'm still trap in here."

He didn't relax. He didn't trust the demon. "How are you able to do this? Why? How we get rid of you for good?"

The demon chuckled. "You ask a lot of questions."

"Answer me."

It smirked. "You amuse me. I won't answer your questions, but I will tell you this: The gem needs a strong spirit to continue it if I shall return."

"A strong spirit to continue it; return." He repeated as he thought. "What does that mean? Will something happen to Raven?"

"You had already passed this test a long time ago, mortal. Begone."

"Wait." He felt himself going back. "What did you mean?"

"Begone."

He was back in the bed with Rachael, who was still under him. Her hand was touching his face.

"You saw?" He asked.

She nodded. "I-" Her voiced hitched as his groin tightened. The pleasure that had disappeared while talking to the demon had come back.

It poured through his veins and effected his nerves. From the darken of her eyes, he knew that she felt it too.

"Later," he said through clenched teeth. It was killing him. He needed her.

"Now," she moaned, closing her eyes and rubbing against him.

He kissed her as he entered her slowly. She was hot, tight, and wet. However, he felt her pain through their bond when he pushed through the barrier. "Don't worry. I'll make it feel better." He whispered.

He moved slowly until all he felt between their bond was pleasure. And it was too much. The lust, her voice, her touch, her…

He squeezed his eyelids as she tightened around him. He pulled out.

It was more intense than he had imagined. Not only could he feel her around him but he felt her emotions. The fear of hurting him. The nervous of losing her virginity. The excitement of being with him. The shyness of being so open. Intense years of mind training allowed him to handle those emotions.

What he was having trouble with was the lust. With every stroke, he felt it, on his manhood and through their bond. With every kiss, he felt her desire to be close. With every touch, he felt the chill down her spine.

Telling her not to had the restraints on their lust hadn't been a good idea. He had been ready to face Trigon, but not this.

He was ill prepared to handle the intensity of their desire.

"Is something wrong. Did -"

"Don't move," he commanded as she started to sit up. She gave him a worry look, but ease off her elbows and fell back against the mattress.

She was lovely. His dark angel. Her pale skin was flushed red and perspiration had form on it.

"Richard."

He kissed her deeply. She moaned in their fused mouth. She relaxed once more, and desire flowed through them.

Slowly, he entered her inch by inch, allowing her to readjust to him invading her body. He stroked in and out of her, focusing on bring her to fulfillment.

Shoot.

She clenched tightly around him. He wasn't going to last long. He hadn't cum this fast since he was a teenager. Even then, he was sure he had lasted longer than now.

He intertwined her hands with his. He stretched one hand above her head, and the other moved down in between them, forcing her to touch the bundle of nerves on her body.

He felt her embarrassment and uncertainty.

He was using her inexperienced and newness of it all along with her shyness to push her quicker toward the edge, because he was quickly approaching it himself.

He whispered dirty and beautiful comments in her ears. He told her how beautiful she was, and that she was the eighth wonder of the world. And yet, he told her how good she felt around him. How hot she was to and for him.

Soon, like a tidal wave, she came, dragging him along with him.

He fell on top of her as he passed out for a second.

When he came to, he immediately disconnected their bodies and rolled over. His chest moved up and down and sweat poured out of his body.

"Rae, I..."

He flushed in embarrassment. Even though she came too, he felt like an adolescent. He came too quickly and didn't give her all that he should have given her for her first time.

It was too intense and too much for him to hold it signed.

"Rae." He turned his head to find her sleeping peacefully with a small smile on her too, he kissed her forehead and drew her close.

They had a lifetime to figure it out as long as she was happy.