A/N: Well, I've finally decided just to commit but don't worry this isn't the end. I've got plenty more fun ideas for future chapters. Also, I've never posted anything so raunchy, it feels like a milestone. Enjoy!

Raven watched, concern creeping in, as all the color drained from Gar's face. He was utterly incapable of speech for a whole minute before everything seemed to catch up to him at once.

"Sex?!" He blurted out, then clapped a hand over his mouth looking horrified at the volume of his own voice. Raven's face could have been made from marble with the intense stoicism she was projecting. She had to appear serious regardless of the reality that her stomach was in knots and her mind was screaming at her that she should try to pass this whole thing off as a joke.

Especially with the way that Gar's eyes were bugging out at her. Another part of her was afraid maybe she'd made a horrible mistake and he wasn't actually attracted to her at all.

"Sex?" This time his voice barely squeaked out.

"Do you agree?" She asked. Nothing good would come out of it if she started to panic as well. Gar tried to say something, laughed nervously, ran his hands through his hair three times and stood up so fast the chair fell backwards with a bang startling them both.

"You…" he said pointing a finger at her. But the rest of that sentence never came. He looked at her, saw her looking at his accusing finger, and quickly retracted his hand like she might suddenly bite it off.

Instead, Gar turned away from her and took a beat to compose himself.

"If you're joking… if someone put you up to this, you have to tell me" He said, speaking to the wall.

"I'm serious. It's completely logical." Raven said quietly. Watching this unfold was like watching a train wreck in slow motion. She felt for sure she had made a mistake now. He laughed nervously again.

"Logical. Sure." The sarcasm in his voice stung a bit. She was trying to fix this. Couldn't he understand that a little?

"Do you… not want to?" She ventured. He spun around so fast she would have fallen backwards were it not for her hands which had a death grip on the edge of his bed.

He tried starting several sentences that went nowhere before clamping his mouth shut and taking another deep breath through his nose. Meanwhile, Raven felt oddly guilty about the state of his appearance with all those crazy strands of hair sticking out every which direction on his head.

"Do YOU actually want to?" He asked, finally able to enunciate his words. "You can call me crazy but I don't think... sex … is the answer you're really looking for."

Raven bit her lip. "I do. I wouldn't have brought it up otherwise." She wasn't going to back down now and risk looking like an idiot. This was like jumping off a cliff, gravity was doing the work now and there was only one direction to go. Gar looked frustrated by her stubbornness.

"What if I said no?" Raven was surprised as she felt her anger flare up.

"I'm not here to force you to do anything." She told him curtly. "I'm only offering a solution."

What in Azarath was he playing at? She was sure he'd want this. And once they'd done it things could go back to normal and she could start thinking clearly again. No more dodging him in the hallways or over-analyzing every word of their conversations. But Gar wasn't having it.

"Sex is not a solution." He told her matter-of-factly. He looked behind him to pick up the fallen chair and sat back down to face her again.

"If it makes us stop acting like idiots then maybe it is." She huffed. "Besides I don't see you offering up any alternatives."

"But you make it sound so… clinical." He winced. "Sex is messy. It's all instinct and passion" He paused and Raven was amused to see him blushing. "It's primal and intimate and very… not logical."

'Not you', was what he wanted to say. Raven couldn't agree with him more. But damned if she let him know that. It hurt because it told her exactly how Gar saw her but it hurt more that she couldn't tell him he was wrong.

"You don't want to." She said, deadpan.

Raven was starting to accept her mistake. She'd embarrassingly overestimated Gar's willingness and miscalculated. Feeling the weight of this disaster suddenly bearing down on her, Raven got to her feet.

"I'm sorry. I should go." She said, starting to leave. Raven wanted to disappear, to sink into the floor and leave behind Gar and this room and the ball of tightly wound emotions in her chest. She wanted to but Gar's hand had caught her arm, his fingers wrapping gently around her wrist.

She avoided his eyes, staring straight ahead at the door but didn't pull away.

"You know that's not it." His voice was soft. "You have to know that." His other hand came up to hold hers. Raven felt paralyzed now. She was embarrassed. Angry. Afraid. Too many emotions teetering out of control again.

"Raven, look at me." She shook her head. She didn't want to see his expression, pity or some other equally terrible emotion on his face. That would really be the end of her. "Raven please look at me." He spoke, his voice more pleading.

"I… I can't". They were probably the most honest words that had come out of her mouth today. Gar didn't tease her or get angry like she thought he might. Instead he was quiet.

"Then close your eyes." He offered. Raven did. She heard him stand, felt him pull her gently towards him. She didn't resist, keeping her eyes squeezed shut and her other hand clenched at her side. He dropped her hand, his fingers brushing up the length of her arm until suddenly she was enveloped in warmth.

He'd pulled her into a hug, his face nestled somewhere close to hers, the smell of his hair and his shirt imprinting on her brain. She wanted to remember this smell. It was important, something in her gut told her.

She became aware of the feeling of his heartbeat. It beat in quick, resounding, staccato patterns against her own chest, so close she began to wonder if maybe it was actually just her own heart. The seconds passed and Raven felt caught up in a million small revelations. She was only barely aware of Gar's head shifting to the side until she felt lips press against her neck. Her hands flew to his shoulders, a small gasp escaping her mouth as she felt the sensation travel down her spine. He paused, gauging her reaction, then began sliding his lips down her neck towards her collarbone.

Raven didn't know what had gotten into Gar's head, if this was some kind of apology or consolation, but it was hard to think when each movement of his lips made her brain go to static. Consumed with this new mystery, she had forgotten entirely about the door and the quick exit she had been so fixated on a minute earlier.

Eventually, resting his head on her shoulder, he spoke.

"I do want you, you silly thing." His words teased her skin. "I want you so much I think I'm going mad sometimes."

Raven's breathing hitched and warmth pooled in her stomach. She cursed herself. For an empath, she was frequently terrible at reading other people. Just feel him, she willed herself. She realized how still he was, his hands resting politely on her waist, his head still on her shoulder. But she could also feel his heart, racing steadily against her own chest. And... was he trembling? She unclenched her hand and raised it to run it through his hair, slowly, soothingly.

He sighed deeply and she felt the tension drain from his shoulders. He was so warm. His hair, soft and thick, tapered down in a fade that he'd grown partial to sporting as he'd gotten older.

This was good, Raven thought, pleased at her progress. This she could handle. Then Gar's hands started moving.

They travelled up her waist, up her arms, until he was cupping her face in his warm hands. She'd felt his head come up, her hand slipping through his hair, her mind racing at what was happening. And then his lips came down on hers.

It was like lightning. She unconsciously opened her mouth under his, melting into his motions, awestruck by the gentle intensity. He kissed her endlessly, his thumbs smoothing over her cheeks, his head bowed over hers. She still dared not to open her eyes. All she could focus on was the shape of his mouth, the sharp edge of a tooth, the taste and smell of him invading all her senses. He kissed her like he would never get enough, gentle at first then hungrier as she responded with her own fervor. Raven could barely think to breathe. But in her brain somewhere, she recognized this was good. She might get her way after all. If she didn't completely fall apart from this kiss.

He broke away first and Raven was left panting, eyes still closed, afraid to look but wondering where he'd gone. She felt him pull her forward, a guiding hand on her waist. Her hands went to his chest and she felt the deep vibration in his chest as he spoke. "Can I…" he was out of breath and having a hard time articulating his thoughts. Raven finally opened her eyes to look at him.

Gar's powers were a testament to his unique DNA and while she had never thought of him as anything other than human, Raven knew that he had the entire animal kingdom encoded somewhere in his genes. It still came as a great surprise when she finally opened her eyes and saw the way he was looking at her. A chill erupted down her spine, her brain fighting some long-buried instinct that kicked like a frightened rabbit as Gar's dark eyes held her captive, breathless and motionless. Raven had never felt so vulnerable and for the first time she clearly recognized the thin line between fear and desire.

"Yes. Anything." She could only whisper. Her lips felt swollen.

No sooner had the words left her mouth when his deft hand swept down to bring her right knee up over his hip, his other hand on the small of her back pulling her in closer.

Raven stifled a gasp. She could feel him. All of him. Hot against her belly and her… Raven couldn't even finish her thought before Gar's lips came crashing down on hers again.

Her body was nothing but pure sensation now. His mouth tortured her, his hips rolled into her, the hand on her back continuing to pull her in so she could feel everything. When his lips moved again to her neck, she cried out at the feeling of his open mouth on her sensitive skin. Her leg curled tighter against his waist and she heard him groan in response.

"Fuck." He murmured, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He was panting hard, his fingers flexing against the flesh of her raised thigh.

"Is it… is everything okay?" Raven asked, breathless as well. In response, Gar rolled his hips against her again. She inhaled sharply, amazed again at the size of him.

"Maybe you're right." He muttered.

"About?"

"About the sex."

Gar raised his head, his eyes meeting hers. Raven felt chills again at the depth of desire she saw there.

"I like being right." She whispered.

"I know."

"I was serious before."

Gar smirked at her. "You better be serious now. Otherwise you should walk out that door." The idea of leaving was impossible. She was like a tightly wound spring. If she didn't have some kind of release she was almost positive she'd implode.

To end this conversation, Raven fisted her hands in his hair and brought his mouth back to hers. It was like a switch. Gar, his restraint gone, hefted her other leg up so she was straddling him and carried her over to the bed.

Her shirt came off first. Raven was shocked by how exposed she felt until his lips hit her stomach, kissing their way up to her breasts. The anxious feeling faded into the background, replaced by the sudden urge to arch her back, to get him as close to her as possible. Gar, as if sensing her urgency, pulled down the fabric of her bra before enclosing his mouth around one pert nipple. Raven was wholly unprepared for her own reaction. Her back arched higher and she moaned so loudly it startled both of them. His head came up to look at her questioningly.

"Please." Was all she could manage. Raven was shocked at how her body was betraying her. She had never wanted anything so badly and the need terrified her. But this was the point wasn't it? Satisfy these irrational desires now and resume normal life?

Gar appeared equally fascinated. It occurred to Raven, he'd probably never seen her beg like this.

"Please?" He smiled down at her. "Please what?" He was practically glowing.

"Touch me." Raven panted. He kissed her flat stomach again.

"Here? Or maybe…" his mouth went higher again, kissing her ribcage as he pulled down her bra to expose both her breasts. "Here?"

"Gar. I swear…" She hissed through gritted teeth. She was appalled at what images her brain was coming up with but too desperate to care.

"No need for swearing now." Gar's teeth closed gently around the nub sending a jolt straight to her groin. It was all she could do not to scream as he continued to tease her with his tongue.

"Raven." She looked at Gar who had raised his head to stare.

"You're floating." Indeed she was. Her body was hovering a few inches off the bed, anchored there by her hands which had fisted in the sheets.

"Huh." Was the only thing she could manage.

Gar looked immensely pleased with himself. He pulled her up, swiveling them around so that she was sitting in his lap. "I'll remember that for next time." He whispered mischievously in her ear. Raven shivered, then paused a beat when she realized he'd said "next time." But she'd have to come back to that thought because he was kissing her again and it was almost impossible to think with his lips slanting hungrily against hers.

Gar undid her bra entirely, and pulled away only to take off his own shirt before resuming his work.

Everything was so new to Raven. She realized she'd been entirely unprepared for all the sensations involved in sex. Even feeling her bare breasts pressing up against his warm chest was making her dizzy. She took a moment to do her own exploring, her hands feeling over his shoulders, down his arms, over his back. She'd never touched another human like this and was amazed at how solid he felt. She was strong. She remembered vividly how easy it had been to flip him over her shoulder. But feeling him like this now made Raven feel fragile. He could lift her with ease, dominate her if he wanted, press her down...

Raven shifted in Gar's lap, self-conscious about how wet she felt down there but also increasingly frustrated by the throbbing ache in her lower belly. She startled both herself and Gar for a second time when she suddenly pressed down on his erection, her hips grinding into him to find some relief.

He ripped his mouth from hers, sucking in a breath so sharply, Raven thought she'd hurt him.

"Are you…" she started to say, but Gar's hands found her hips and she felt him move underneath her to meet her rhythm. His head dropped to her shoulder as they moved together, both of them dazed with pleasure. Vaguely, Raven realized that there was absolutely no going back. Only forward now. Only more... Gar moaned long and low in her ear. She felt how hot he was, the sweat starting to bead on his forehead, the heat that emanated off his back where her hands were.

"Raven." He groaned. His voice was thick with desire. He started chanting her name as he rolled his hips into hers. It took her a moment but she realized Gar wanted her to initiate this part.

She slid her hand down between their bodies, slowly feeling her way down his stomach until his shorts stopped her path. A quick motion with her finger and they were undone. She panted nervously against Gar as her hand dipped into his waistband to feel him, skin against skin.

Raven had little previously as far as expectations of what a human male should have down there. But as she shifted to pull him free Raven struggled to hide her anxiety. Gar, meanwhile, appeared to be doing his best to hold it together. He still had an iron grip on her hips and his breath came in quick bursts. Raven didn't dare look down so instead she found his gaze.

"This… will work?" She asked him quietly. He could only nod, his eyes fixated on her. Raven tapped his hands to get him to release her then slid back to stand up and remove the last of her clothing. She wasn't surprised to find her underwear soaked through but hoped stupidly that Gar wouldn't notice.

"You're stunning." Gar murmured hoarsely. He was seated on the edge of the bed, looking at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world right now. Raven felt herself blush under the intensity of his stare. He slid his shorts down and Raven finally took a good look at him.

He was stunning too in his own way. His green skin was smooth, marred only in a few places by scars that Raven remembered from different battles. He was lean, his arm and leg muscles visible clearly under the skin and his slim torso, tapering attractively at his hips. His… cock… was equally green, though a darker shade. Raven, realizing she was staring, was suddenly overcome with embarrassment at the idea that he was watching her watch him.

"Come here." He beckoned, his hand extended. She took it carefully, slowly climbing back into his lap, hoping that she really could do this after all. Adrenaline was making her skin prickle.

"You're nervous." He said once she was face to face with him again. Raven would never admit that.

"I'm not." She corrected him. He smiled and kissed her softly.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He whispered against her lips. Raven opened her eyes to look at him quizzically.

"I'm nervous." Raven felt her heart skip. She was such an idiot sometimes. So self-absorbed in her own emotions she hadn't really thought about Gar. He was supposed to be the expert here. Of course, that was only her assumption based on… what she had no idea. She brought her hand up to his face, feeling the beginnings of stubble on his cheek, and leaned in to kiss him.

Everything melted away from there. She drowned in his affection, the way he seemed to kiss her like he could never get enough. His hands slid over her bare hips, arousing her again, feeding the ache that seemed to never go away. He lifted her slowly and Raven did her part by finding his cock and positioning it underneath her. She broke the kiss, and with her eyes closed, focused on sliding him into her.

This whole experience from the start had been unreal to Raven. It was almost an out of body experience, like all this was happening to someone that certainly wasn't her. But all of it didn't hold a candle to what she felt now.

What a supremely intimate sensation to feel him like this. The pressure and fullness of him overwhelmed her entirely. As she slid each inch of him into her pulsing body, she was overcome with the need to pull him in as deeply as possible. Her own slow pace was suddenly agony to her. Gar, to his credit, remained still, his eyes shut, his fingers gently massaging her bare hips.

Nerves forgotten, Raven let herself go and succumbed to her body's deafening desires. Her hips had slid down, then up, then right back down again before Gar's hands tighten to hold her there. He seemed distraught, his face buried in the crook of her neck, his lips mouthing obscenities against her skin.

"Gar…" she muttered breathlessly. Everything was telling her to keep going. She thought she might burst if she didn't.

"Just.. give me a second." He managed to pant. "You caught me by surprise." A second passed. Then another. Raven silently marveled at how well he fit.

Then his hips were moving again, pushing himself deeper inside her. His head came up and Raven saw a sheepish smile on his face, replaced quickly by a strained expression as she started to move with him.

It wasn't long before Raven lost all sense of self. She had melded into him, one creature of hot breath and sweat with only a singular goal in mind. Just this endless dance, caught somewhere between torture and pleasure. She found herself moaning now with each pump of his hips, the pressure building to unbearable levels. The world could be on fire right now and she wouldn't stop.

Was this the insanity that had been tearing them apart? Was this what all those fights had been about, all those strained moments and nights spent hiding? Every ounce of wordless frustration poured out of her as Raven moved against him. She reveled in the sensation of giving up, letting go, punishing them both with this maddening pleasure.

"Raven" His voice, breathless and desperate, brought her back. Groaning, he changed the pace, his hips coming up into her in slower, deeper strokes. She felt each one fully, her core tightening, her breath sharp with the force of his thrusts. Raven felt herself go rigid, her thighs tightening around his waist, her fingers digging into his back. With a shout, Gar suddenly pulled her down harder than before, determined to drive himself as deep as possible. It was more than enough to send Raven careening over the edge. He gave one more shaky thrust and sank his teeth into her shoulder, a low growl reverberating in his chest.

Raven's vision went black. She felt ejected from her body, her brain numb with pleasure, her entire being buzzing and rippling with energy. For one brief second, she felt suspended in eternity. Then, sensation came crashing back down on her. Her limbs twitched, her hips bucked weakly against the dying wave of her orgasm. She moaned low in her throat, feeling some residual sensitivity as Gar shifted underneath her.

Minutes passed and neither of them seemed capable of summoning the energy to move. Gar kissed her shoulder sympathetically where he had bit her. His hand drew lazy circles on her thigh. Awareness came back to Raven slowly, like a thick fog lifting.

Raven had never had an orgasm like that before. She'd had ones in her sleep before, just dull throbbing sensations that lingered after she woke, leaving her feeling frustrated and embarrassed. But this was something else. It was a revelation. It was like she had finally woken up from death-like sleep and was finally, truly alive. Alarm bells were ringing in her head.

Gar groaned and fell backwards onto the bed bringing her with him.

"Damn it all." He cursed and Raven realized the alarm bells weren't in her head at all.

This story couldn't stay at a T-rating forever. I hope you enjoyed reading this smut as much as I enjoyed writing it. Cheers!