Chapter 9 Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, DC does. The title of the story belongs to The Smiths.
Public apology, sorry it has taken me so long to write this chapter. I don't have any incredible reasons for not having written it other than I've just gotten busy with life and the things around me. Still I know how much it sucks to have to wait a month or more for a story to get updated and I'm sorry its taken this long. The story only has one more chapter and then it will be completed. Hopefully that chapter won't take a month or more to post.
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"Don't give up your lover tonight" Interpol 'Narc'
She softly opened the door a crack. She could see him pacing back and forth across the roof. Did he know she was here? All that separate them was fifty feet of empty space and two inch thick door. She was fifteen minutes late already. The door closed as she waited for her heart to slow to an acceptable rate. Her breathing slowed as did her heart beat. She could feel herself sweating though. What was she supposed to do here? What did she have to say? She wanted him in her life, there was a part of her that wanted to speak no words, that simply wanted to hold him and never let him go. That might scare him though, so some civility couldn't hurt she supposed.
He smelled her scent, lavender gently wafting in the air, teasing him. He could almost picture her standing behind that door. Pure silver covered in dark purple from head to toe. She'd been behind that door for the last twenty minutes and he supposed he could have easily opened it, confronted her, but he would wait. This wasn't about him forcing her to do this, it had to be mutual. He wished he had a water balloon at that moment... He laughed at the thought, but then thought that a joke of some sort might be alright. Nothing cruel, just a child's game.
She opened the door again and winced at the way it squeaked. He had to have heard that, it must have been nails on a chalkboard to his already sensitive ears. She loved his ears... a blush rose to her face. She saw him standing in one place now, his back to her. He knew she was there. Was he smiling or frowning at the thought? Did he sigh with relief or was he cursing her under his breath? Where was bravery or happy in this situation? Had they actually bowed out to Timidity? That's who seemed to have taken her over and she couldn't bear it. She would have to do this herself, no emotions to blame. It would be all of her and nothing else.
He had never discussed with any of his teammates, but inside of his head he could hear... It was hard to describe, but it was as if he had another consciousness all together separate from him. While he thought logically, the other was pure instinct. In his human form the logical mind was in full control, but that didn't mean he had no contact with the more primal part of him, the part of him that was telling him how to bait a trap. A trap always needs good bait, whether it be food or something shiny. In the end though, what really drew the prey out was their own curiosity. Even the "mysterious" Raven had that natural curiosity all are born with. There was no way she would be able to resist what he set out for her or in this case didn't set out for her. A smile crossed his face as the door behind him closed.
She could not bear this waiting any longer. She would not bear this waiting any longer. She would be brave, she would be bold, she would step out in faith and proclaim her feelings to the world...but first she needed to see what he was doing one last time. She slowly opened the door and couldn't see him. Had he left? Given up hope in her and... She opened the door a little more and still no one that she could see was on the roof. She listened and didn't hear a thing. Her earlier timidity forgotten she began to venture out past the door, her mind barely registering the closed door behind her or the footsteps that ran along the roof, angling their way towards her.
The moon shown on her pale features. A simple black cotton dress hung from her shoulders and he briefly wondered what it would be like to collide into her, would the dress feel soft against his skin as he held her to him just before they fell? He changed form from the mouse he had been earlier to his natural, more human form and...he couldn't do it. This wasn't a time for a joke or a witty comment or even a whoopie cushion. This was so serious his head hurt trying to wrap his mind around the ramifications of what could happen tonight, a thousand what-if's thundered through his brain, but through it all he withstood it. It was so simple the way he placed his hand on her shoulder, feeling the brief ripple of shock that coursed through her body at the uninvited, but not unwelcomed touch. So simple the way he asked her to sit by his side and to let him confess to her what he'd been feeling and thinking. So simple the way she accepted his offer.