Author's Note: No smut here, no sirree. Just a guy watching a girl enjoy a lollipop. Completely safe for work and for the little 'uns. And if you believe that, I've got Jump City Bridge on sale, also.

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It was apple today.

The artificial scent made his nostrils flare as he breathed it deeply in, watching those small, pale hands unwrap the green lollipop slowly and delicately. She moved with that calm, studied gracefulness that always captivated him, because it defined her so well.

His digital avatar had already died a gruesome death, but he ignored the contemptuous flashing of the "Game Over" message on screen. Her quiet, understated movements took up all of his attention.

She had been doing this for days. Every time they were left alone in the Tower she would join him in the Ops room and sit silently on the other end of the couch to begin what by now was a well-known ritual.

A ritual that had him take very long and very cold showers afterwards.

Apple. Lime. Watermelon.

Green.

Was she trying to tell him something? Or was it just his feverish brain, starved of blood, that was fantasizing about the one thing he desired more than anything else? The one thing he knew he could never, ever obtain?

As always, her eyes were glued to the book in her lap and she appeared oblivious to his hungry staring. The lollipop rose, tapping slowly and gently over her pale, luscious lips. She traced a sinuous path around them, rolling the green sphere around its stick, breathing quietly and unhurriedly its aroma as if she was figuring out from which side to start.

Garfield gulped – quietly.

Her full lips parted. The sharp tip of her tongue snuck out and touched the green surface with a feathery caress before retreating back. The sweet sphere rolled over those succulent lips of hers again, just a bit deeper. Its color intensified slightly as it began to pick traces of moisture from her mouth.

Garfield shifted uncomfortably, pushing surreptitiously with the heel of his hand at a part of his anatomy that was starting to feel awkwardly constricted.

Her tongue flickered over the lollipop one more time, tracing a fast half-circle around its underside before hiding again. The sweet sphere ventured forth, exploring the moist inside of her lips and grazing soundlessly against her teeth.

Glistening wet, it retreated. Her tongue – her cursed tongue slithered out and circled lazily around those deliciously plump lips, picking up all traces of sweetness and leaving behind a sultry gleam that made his teeth clench and his hand press down harder.

Her mouth opened and the lollipop slid inside. Garfield's breath hitched as her lips sealed themselves around it. A tiny, almost unheard moan of contentment snuck out of her throat and her cheeks sunk inwards.

Garfield snarled, barely able to keep it silent.

With her calm, oblivious gaze still focused on her book she pushed the sweet treat deeper and then pulled it back with slow, deliberate movements, stroking the warm, wet insides of her mouth with the sugary sphere.

Garfield choked down a whine.

The candy popped out of her mouth, its surface slick and lustrous. She turned the page and licked her lips. Garfield's teeth screeched against each other.

Her mouth opened again and the lollipop rose until it was caught in a gentle bite of those small, sharp, pearly teeth of hers. Her tongue – God, her tongue's gonna be the death of him – her tongue wrapped itself sinuously around the treat and explored carefully its surface with cruelly playful flicks. Her lips pursed around the slim stick again, hiding all the perverted, depraved things her tongue and teeth were doing to the innocent candy.

Somehow it made it even worse.

Garfield's jaw muscles stood out in cramped, pulsing knots, one of his hands pressing between his legs both to hide his embarrassing state and to provide some desperately needed friction while the other sank fully extended claws into the couch upholstery, tearing the tough material like tissue paper.

Then she began pushing the lollipop deeper into her mouth and sliding it back and forth with lazy, languid, wicked movements that slowly became faster and faster. Gar held onto the whimpers building in the back of his throat with a stubborn desperation that would've surprised him if there was any portion of his mind available to be surprised. Currently, however, every single neuron inside his brain was focused fully and exclusively on either watching her or making sure she didn't notice him doing it.

Soft squelching and sucking noises burned in his ears. He could see the bulge of the candy on her cheek, ravishing her mouth and being devoured in return. Tiny grunts of pleasure rose purring from her chest; her jaw worked in carnal, lascivious nibbles and her throat clenched and relaxed as she swallowed the sweet juices.

Finally her teeth bit down and broke the remains of the candy with a small, sharp crack. A very similar crack sounded in Garfield's head and a crimson haze obscured his vision and his mind.

He didn't know what happened or what he'd done; he didn't care. He was only aware of how the ephemeral sweetness of sugar and the fake scent of apples on her lips faded under his desperate, hungry assault, replaced by the heady taste of her lips and her mouth and the pure exhilaration of her essence.

Raven let out a quiet, contented purr and released herself to his kiss. One of her hands buried itself in his hair while the other raked sharp but gentle nails over his chest. Her lips adjusted themselves to the contours of his mouth, marveling at how well they fit together. Her tongue met his and entwined with it, exploring his texture and his taste, searching with instinctive knowledge and wide-eyed innocence the new sensations that he offered. She pressed herself against his lithe body, strong and powerful, pliant and responsive, burning like a furnace.

"Rrrrae…" he growled through panting breaths after he finally broke the kiss.

"It sure took you long enough to get the hint," she smirked, her eyes deep and playful.

He pulled back, his eyebrows coming together in a scowl. She preempted his angry outburst by cupping his face and silencing him with a soft kiss.

"Don't be an idiot, Gar. This is not a booty call or a one night stand. But we'll talk about our future tomorrow. Right now…"

Her fingers traced his ears in a tender caress and his eyes rolled back in his head before fluttering shut. Her teeth nipped his lower lip and Gar growled in response, raiding her mouth with hot, famished eagernes that wrenched out a symphony of small, needy whimpers out of her.

"Right now what?" he panted as he pulled back to get some oxygen.

"Right now the demon wants something, Gar," she whispered huskily. "And what the demon wants, the demon takes."

With a soundless shriek of dark power they materialized just over her bed and fell onto it. She used the bounce to flip them over and straddle him before attacking the underside of his jaw and his throat with lips, tongue and teeth. The beast in him roared his desire to twist them around, rip off her clothes and ram himself into her again and again and again, but Raven knew what she was doing. Gar was losing the dominance game, and he was loving every heated second of it.

"Rrrrrrrr," he rumbled in happy defeat as she pulled back to gasp a few quick breaths in. "You already have my heart, my body and my soul, Raven. You know it. What else could the demon possibly want?"

A smirk crossed her face, her sharp teeth gleaming under it. "Oh, it's nothing as serious as that, Gar," her eyes glowed with crimson hunger. "I just want to unwrap my green candy treat… and devour it!"

She fused their lips again, short-circuiting any further questions Gar could've had.