"Gar, this night isn't gonna end... is it?"
"Don't plan on it. Why, you gotta date?"
She laughs, her back hitting the mattress, "No, silly."
"C'mere, right now."
His thick-textured hands run up her silver flesh. His affectionate lips fasten around Raven's flesh, touching on aging love bruises.
Raven locks her thighs around his body, pulls him closer. She giggles when he tickles his nose into the crevice of her neck. His loving hand strokes down her arm, he brushes her thigh.
Her violet tresses are laced in fresh lavender scent, her body of light cream. Beastboy recently washed her hair (as she did to him) and lotion her skin.
Her body was his temple. It was where he resides, where he shows his devotion. He had a responsibility to care for his safe haven. She's guided him, protected him, and loved him... even when it seemed impossible.
With his care, came hers.
She washed his hair, made a small snack for him, cuddled him. He was the home she never had. A home that endured a slow burn of trust issues and insecurities to be built. He secured her, healed her, and loved her... even when it seemed impossible.
"Gar..." his name leaked out of her mouth, and it tasted sweet.
"Yes, my... my... mine."
He spirals his fingers around her throat, pecks her neck, gives her lips a devilishly languid, raunchy kiss.
She squeaks gently into his mouth, her fingers nestling in his green mane. The touching turns to grabbing, her breathing gets heavy, and his blood gets hot.
His tender hand leaves her neck, travels on any expanse of her skin he can manage.
"You want something, tell me what it is." he speaks gently in her mouth.
"Nothing, nothing."
Her insides throb with a longing, and her mind is buzzing with passion.
Her voice breaks off into a hoarseness, "It's fine, we just took a shower."
"Mhm, but we didn't change the sheets." his lips glided sloppily on the outline of hers.
"So, you're suggesting round four?"
"Correct."
He snaps the vehement kiss. His fingers pull softly at her silk hair, lifting her face to his.
Her swollen, pink lips are parted open. He traces his finger on them, then to her cheek.
"Can I do this to you?" he nibbles on her earlobe.
"Do what?"
"The thing I did earlier, with my teeth."
She whispers, "Oh, yeah, sure... do whatever you want."
"No, what do you want, and where do you want me?"
"I want it, but right there."
She takes his hand, moves it to her neck; the area right below the slant of her jaw.
"Alright. Baby, are you sure? Surer than reading a book?"
"Even surer than mediation on a bad day."
His mouth bends into a pleased smirk. Beastboy decorates her alabaster flesh with luscious kisses, sucks, and nibbles.
Beastboy settles his fangs slowly into Raven's pure skin. He smells the zest of her blood, then he lets out a sigh.
"Gar, are you okay?"
His eyes find that yellow-green glare again. A growl sounds in his throat, then he presses harder onto Raven. His breaths get short, and he lets out a strained wheeze.
"Gar! Gar, hey, hey... take it easy." she shivers from his sudden burst.
"I got you, I promise."
He runs his tongue through both lips. He avoids eye contact, but keeps close to her.
"I know you do. I'm going to take care of you. Now," she gently moves his head back to the spot, "there."
His breath meets the surface of her skin, then his teeth gently bite down on it. Raven holds in a whine, finding a delight in the stinging sensation.
Her eyes crinkle shut, she tugs him in. He groans into her flesh, licks up a stream of blood, then sucks at the small gash. Raven emits a cut-off moan, and that increases his lust.
He's trusting her to ingest his love, she's trusting him to keep her safe.
Beastboy leads his fingers up her thighs. He feels against the healing streaks, feeling her lean into him.
Medicine.
His thumb lines down the flat of her panty. He brushes his finger downward, very, very slowly.
"Breathe, Raven. I'm not going to hurt you." he reassures gently.
He shifts the fabric aside with his fingers, then eases his middle and index fingers inside her. Her chafe barriers close around him by instinct. She blushes lightly, then he chuckles, kissing her on the cheek.
His fingers stroke into her pink flesh. With each pull he draws out a gasp. Raven's back curves to meet his touch. Her nails drag up his back, and through his hair. Beastboy is well aware of Raven's best spots, but he decides to play at them for a bit.
"Gar, Gar, Gar, that feels so…." her toes curl, a noise threatens to escape her lips.
He builds up a momentum in her sex.
Next, he moves his lips back to her neck.
If she wanted this, he was going to make sure she loved it.
"Raven... God help me."
He nibbles until blood lifts to the surface. She winces, then rolls her neck for his best access. He twists his fingers deeper into her sore spot, and she lets out a whimper.
Her voice goes in and out, "Stay right there, Gar, don't move."
He suckles on the cut, keeps his fingers wet. Beastboy's fingers grow slick with every lunge.
Her back broke out into a sweat, and magic crackled through her veins.
Raven huffs defiantly, her head hits the pillow. The empath releases a desperate noise, holding tight onto her partner.
"Atta girl, that's it. That's it, Rae."
His rough tongue slides over a fresh mark, then he kisses it again. Raven writhes, a blend of pleas and curses rolling off her mantra-chanting tongue.
He knows it's coming, then moves his lips to hers, catching her moan in his mouth. Her body shivers, and her senses are jumbled all over again. For those ten seconds, Raven's body is clung to a summit more divine than any of the realms she's been to.
Blood runs down her neck, and he tends to it. He pulls his fingers out of her, tastes his sweet girl while looking in her soft eyes.
His eyes are glassy, his face seemed slightly pained.
"You're okay, Gar, you're okay. You did so well, and I'm proud of you."
He rests in her chest, she embraces him.