Raven was walking quickly. The motion helped to displace her emotions. She couldn't wait to get to her room and meditate.
Her mind was in turmoil: she knew there was more to the situation than what she had glimpsed, but she didn't care to be aware of it. Right now, it was easier to focus only on her misunderstanding. It was a simple, graceful solution to the Terra quandary. She couldn't quantify the reasons for her dislike of the new girl, so this did it for her.
She was trying to steal Starfire from her.
No, that was being irrational, but damn it, it felt good to let her emotions out to rampage for once. She didn't own Starfire any more than she owned the TV out in the viewing deck or the bed she slept in, it was that she had projected part of herself onto them and it made them that much dearer to her.
To have caught Starfire giving someone else a massage is what hurt. She'd labored under the illusion that Starfire's repeated offers and brief contact were an illicit pleasure that only the two of them shared. Part of her mind acknowledged that Starfire was too open to keep something like that to herself; she enjoyed pleasing her friends too much let a talent like that languish in secret.
She was halfway to her room when Starfire managed to catch her, one hand clutching for purchase on Raven's shoulder only to be shook off. Raven continued; her pace increased. She would be safe once she was locked inside her room. That was it. It wasn't her keeping others out: she was confining herself in there. Shutting everything out but her mind. Isolated.
How often had she done that only to rouse demons of a different sort? The kinds of things she couldn't let any one find out.
How much she relished her brief contact with Starfire. It wasn't just that she desired more but that she was acutely conscious of what how happen if the others found her (she had to chuckle when she thought of this phrase) dark secret.
She could hear Starfire's sibilant murmurs behind her, could almost see her hands out trying to snatch her and stop her, explain everything to her.
God damn you Starfire. The last thing she wanted at this point was a full picture. She needed this. She needed to mediate on this.
She needed to forget Starfire's breasts, something she had longed to see for as long as they'd known each other. She'd set herself to envisioning them, but they were more beautiful than her imagination at its most effective could have predicted.
She needed to expunge the memory from her mind, or it would drive her mad. It would become her sole focus, her first welcome thought upon waking and the last indescribably wonderful thought before sleeping.
She needed to get away.
Her room was just ahead, set far from the others, so their thoughts wouldn't breach her carefully constructed seclusion.
Almost there. A few more steps. She threw a shaft of energy at the door, opening it ahead of her so she could slip in and make an easy escape.
Her feet were crossing the threshold when she was spun on her feet.
Raven found herself gazing into Starfire's deep emerald eyes.
She shoved her with both hands, trying to force her out of the way. She would shut herself and Starfire in her room if she had to; it wouldn't be that difficult to expel her.
Starfire wasn't moved an inch: her feet were planted so firmly on the floor that she may as well have been welded to the tower.
Raven stopped, taking stock of the situation. Starfire was blocking her door. Her arms were crossed across her chest (mercifully covering her breasts, Raven had enough to think about at the moment), but she was still pretty much nude. Raven was losing her concentration. Her eyes wouldn't stop dancing over Starfire's unclothed form; how the light shadowed her curves and muscles, the way those same shadows shifted as she moved.
She spoke slowly, "Get out of my way."
"Please, Raven, you are clearly upset. We need to resolve this problem."
"I'm only upset because you won't move. I just need to meditate."
Starfire didn't respond. Raven could sense her mind as her thoughts angled to a solution. After a minute she spoke, "Would you like me to give you a massage?"
Raven sighed.
Starfire put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently between thumb and fingers. Raven reached up and seized Starfire's hand, squeezing as hard as she dared.
Terra had expected them to return a few minutes after Raven had flown off the handle. Starfire's presence seemed to be at once a mitigating factor and an unwitting catalyst, and she guessed that if anyone could soothe her, it would be the alien.
She lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, her hands laced behind her head. She could feel her heart beating. It was strongest in her ears, a deep bass announcing blood flow and ebb.
She sighed, inhaling deep, holding her breath for a beat longer than she should and letting it out as slow as she could. She did it five times, seeing how long she could hold her breath before she had to exhale.
She stared at the ceiling some more, scrutinizing the texture. What would it feel like? She reached into her robe and rubbed her thighs.
What would that have felt like? To have Starfire so close?
Her hand went deeper, fingers stroking her pubic hair. As much as she could touch herself, it wouldn't feel the same, not that this didn't have its own distinct pleasure. She rubbed two fingers over her vulva, one for each lip. Her skin was cool. It felt good to be clean. She parted herself, letting just the tips of her fingers slip in.
Damn, she wished Starfire was here.
She fiddled with her lips, trying to imagine what Starfire's touch would do to her. She shivered at the thought. She had felt an unearthly heat radiating off her skin when they had been touching. Starfire's hands had been hot. That had relaxed her almost instantly when she considered it. There was just some indescribable comfort about Starfire. Something about her pushed all the concern out of her mind.
Her fingers penetrated further. She wasn't too wet, but this was just for fun. She rubbed herself in small circles, like Starfire had done.
Solitude did have its advantages.
She shut her eyes and went back to work, knowing that Starfire, if anyone, would be able to soothe Raven.
Raven held Starfire's hand between both of hers. She was crouched near the door of her room. It was open, but she hadn't gone in. Her back was against the wall.
She was in control of herself. She'd shoved her emotions away and was able to concentrate on what she had seen. What it meant to her, what it meant to Starfire. Terra did not factor into this.
For a long time, she was unsure what to say; she just held Starfire's hand. The warmth reminded her of drowsy hours spent together in secret. The pleasure they shared. It was something she'd never spoken of around Starfire, and something neither mentioned around the others. Something, even, that never occurred with any sort of predictable consistency, though they both knew it would happen again whether there was a large gap of several weeks or a minor lull lasting only a few days.
She needed absolute control before speaking or she might lose herself. A lot depended on just what she said.
There seemed only one appropriate response.
Her voice was nearly a croak, "Thank you."
Starfire pulled her to her feet and nearly smothered Raven in a hug, "You are quite welcome friend."
Raven managed not to blush by some strength of will she didn't know she had. She tried to feel Starfire's breasts through her corset. They were splayed across the sides of her ribcage. She felt like shuddering. Reluctant, she hugged back, her grip ginger, but tight enough to let Starfire know that she was making an effort.
Starfire hugged for a few seconds more than was appropriate. It seemed she still had a few things to learn about tact and personal space.
Raven grinned into Starfire's shoulder, one hand running up her naked rib cage, the other reaching down and groping at her ass.
Starfire gasped.
Terra's breath was short. Her chest heaved and her robe had come undone again. A sheen of sweat slicked her skin.
Her fingers were probing deep now, sunk up to her knuckles, and wriggling furiously. Her other hand was toying with her labia, fingers pressing hard on the skin and twisting it in random patterns.
Damn, it felt good. She hadn't done this in some time. Almost as long as the last time she'd taken a shower. She heard something shuffle in the hall. A muffled cough seeped through the door.
She stopped, sitting bolt upright, her hand wrenched out of her, fingers blundering with her robe. It didn't seem to want to cooperate.
She sat still, listening to hear if someone had known what she was doing. How much noise had she been making? She'd learned to be quiet over the years, but still, she was used to her company, and she'd gotten quite loud at times. She'd been careful. There was no way they could; still, she should've been more careful.
Well, that's what you get for letting Starfire massage you.
She made up her mind to wait until the other two girls got back before trying anything again. If she had to, she could hold it until she had the couch again.
Raven's eyes were closed. Her head was lolling back back, and her mouth was slightly agape. Starfire's hands were tugging at the black corset that clung to her body like a second skin. Her fingers were tracing her back, searching for the catches that would undo it. After a few after a few frustrating seconds, her hands turned to an easier yield. She grasped Raven's belt and undid the buckle. It came away easily, rattling in Starfire's hands.
She ran her hands over Raven's waist, she'd seen her unadorned, but it was always nice to touch her there. Due to the belt, she seemed to be somewhat more sensitive in that area. She shivered gently when Starfire ran two fingers across the spots where the belt had been.
Starfire was curious as to how far she would have to go to please and placate her friend. She understood the mechanics of sexual desire, but was uncertain what to do. Raven had explained many things to her during their late night visits, but application was different than knowledge. She grabbed Raven's lower thighs and pulled her into a rough kiss. Her hands slid up, groping at Raven's ass. She ran a finger between the beautiful cleft in her cheeks.
Raven's eyes threatened to open when she felt Starfire playing with her. She reached behind her, and grabbed Starfire, guiding her motions to a place lower than her butt. She could feel Starfire leaning on, using her weight as an anchor so she could reach deeper, lower.
Terra was watching the door; time had seemed to slow. She'd made attempts to start again, a finger dipping briefly in, flirting with greater expectations, before phantom noises killed her arousal again. After a few minutes, she gave up, making a full attempt to get her disheveled appearance back in order. She didn't want to look bad when Starfire and Raven returned.
Still, the air kissed her sex, and her hand drifted downward again. She jerked her hand up. Resist!
She closed her eyes and counted ten slow, deep breaths.
One, she was inhaling the pungent aroma of sex. She let it out.
Two, she was inhaling Starfire's nimble hands. She let it out.
Three, she was inhaling the dust of the desert. She let it out.
Four, she was inhaling Raven's inscrutable and instant dislike of her. She let it out.
Five, she was inhaling Beast Boy's cute and inept crush. She let it out.
Six, she was inhaling Robin's hesitant words. She let it out.
Seven, she was inhaling her apprehension, all her fear, and self doubt. She let it out.
Eight, she was inhaling her feelings, conflicted and confusing. She let it out.
Nine, she was inhaling her imperfections, flaws, and faults. She let it out.
Ten, she inhaled and her mind was clear. She held her breath for a beat longer than she had for the previous nine. She let it out.
Her hands were still, lying by her sides on Starfire's now unmade bed. Her back was against the wall, her neck thrust painfully forward. The door was closed, and the light cast odd shadows when she stopped to look at it. There was no clock in here. Starfire must track time internally. She had no clue as to how much time had passed since her abrupt exit.
A new way to pass these minutes had to be found. She slapped her hand at the thought of playing with herself more. If Starfire walked in on that, there would be no getting out of it. She was a guest, and should behave as such.
But guests are allowed to have fun aren't they? She didn't see the harm in that provided it didn't go too far. Besides, she could swear she'd seen one of the boys taking a bit too long adjust his pants, but she pretended not to notice as he'd been reaching for some sense of the discreet. Being alone gave her liberties none of them had when in mixed company.
This time she was careful to work within the restraint of her robe. If she disturbed something, she was sure to put it back into place. She made sure to move in ways that wouldn't upset the fabric and reveal what she'd been doing. It was ungainly, but could be accomplished with minimal discomfort and a bit of tenacity. She couldn't move with large strokes this time, instead relying on more subtle motion from her fingertips. She outlined the larger curves of her sex, starting at the veneris mons. She ran four fingers over the bulge, through her pubic hair several times as a warm up. She started descending, once more repeating her opening ritual.
Downwards towards her clitoris. She stopped just short of it, rubbing the clitoral hood slowly with two fingers, coaxing her clitoris out. She was careful not to overdo it. Time didn't seem to matter (she didn't know how long she'd been alone) and so she figured she should make the most of it. Given how she had to work, if the door were to open suddenly, she'd be able to pull her hands out, or adjust a leg and conceal what she was doing long enough to resume a dignified demeanor.
She ran a finger quickly over her anatomy. Her clitoris was half exposed. Enough out to drive her to orgasm if she touched herself the right way. She wanted more, wanted her body to push out more. She wanted to build herself up before release. It was better that way.
More. She wanted more.
Amidst a storm of kisses, Raven and Starfire stumbled into her room. Using only memory and conditioning as a guide, they managed to make it to her bed without disturbing the relics and objects strewn around the room.
Raven threw Starfire onto the bed and ogled, unashamed, at how her breasts moved on impact with the mattress.
She crawled onto the bed, hobbling on knees and elbows towards Starfire.
The redhead's eyes were half closed and she was smiling seductively. Raven was in a losing fight with herself. She knew better than to lose control now. She practically slithered up next to her, hugging Starfire's left side, one arm shoved underneath her back, the other clutching at a naked breast.
Her tits were immaculate: firm, two perfectly round half-globes, nipples slightly erect. They seemed to have been shaped to fit in Raven's hand. She twirled the nipple with her thumb, rubbing Starfire's ribs with the other. Starfire sighed and turned her head towards Raven. Her mouth was open. She leaned forward and kissed her. Their jaws met tightly. Another perfect fit. She pulled her hand out from under Starfire, and pulled away. She kissed Starfire's ear before turning to herself.
She removed her corset with a few quick motions; the top peeled off and pulled over her head. She took a few moments to adjust her hair. She wanted to be beautiful for her.
She removed the bottom, taking her time to show off her legs for Starfire, who stared in rapt attention. Her hands rubbed over her naked thighs. Raven rolled onto her stomach, her arm pressed against Starfire.
The other girl was hot in more ways than one. Their kisses left her breathless. Her tongue seared Raven's mouth.
A moment was taken to observe Starfire again. She shivered to see her. On her back. Arms slack. Legs spread oh so much. Eyes beckoning. Raven tossed an arm across Starfire's upper chest, against her collar bone, against the throat. She dragged herself to Starfire, shifting the other girl onto her side so they faced each other. Raven looked into her eyes for a second, and rolled her so she was holding Starfire against her stomach.
She licked her neck. Starfire moaned and reached awkwardly around to pet Raven's hair. Raven nibbled on her ear. She propped herself up on an elbow so she could lean over her. She was bent over her, some of her weight resting on Starfire's hips. She bent forward and kissed her from the side. She kissed her bottom lip, and relaxed. As she did so, Starfire was, again, rotated onto her back.
Raven pecked at her bottom lip, grasping it between hers and kissing it wetly. She licked Starfire's upper lip when she could. She planted a kiss on her face where her lips curved down to meet her chin.
She kissed her chin on what she assumed to be the center. She used a finger to tickle the underside of her jaw. Starfire giggled. Raven grazed the skin with her tongue, starting at the spot between her collar bones and working her way down.
It took more exertion than she would've guessed to keep from practically mauling Starfire. She wanted to lift her up and smell, touch, and taste every crack and crevice of her body. She wanted touch, poke, and prod every inch of her skin. She wanted to find a way to merge herself with those endlessly green eyes.
Starfire was enjoying Raven's company. She was curious to see what the girl wanted to do. Robin had explained something similar to her, but she hadn't been paying attention and the details were too comical to believe.
Yet they seemed true enough now. Something was amiss in Raven's behavior, and it was something more than idle curiosity that kept her still and amenable to these strange actions.
She'd never seen Raven without corset (and, or cloak) before. Her skin was a uniform slate color. Her muscles stood out when she moved.
As nonchalant as she could, her eyes flew over Raven's curvature, from her bony shoulders to the hourglass waist, and beyond. They seemed to share similar anatomical characteristics. She could see an eruption of pubic near her nether regions. It was a deeper purple than the hair crowning her scalp. Sparse but long: it gave the illusion of thickness. It was unkempt, but clean. She reached down and fingered the hair there.
Raven stiffened. Her back arched, and her muscles went rigid. She looked up from Between Starfire's breasts. Her eyes were wide. She didn't move. Starfire's fingers were curling the hairs, winding them around her knuckles and releasing them to let the loops relax.
Raven inhaled, short, hard, and shuddered. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then she slinked up Starfire brushing against her breasts.
They kissed violently. Their lips tapping quickly together and parting just as fast. They held a kiss for a few seconds, tongues wrestling briefly, before laying a smattering of pecks on each other again. They rolled over, first one on top, then the other, neither asserting dominance. They continued to dance this way for several minutes. At one point they nearly tumbled off of the bed.
One of them had gasped and they both froze, teetering on the rounded edge, the sheets almost slippery. They could feel their weight slowly moving them towards the floor.
Starfire had hugged Raven then, she had assumed it was to brace them for a very short drop to the floor.
Instead they coasted into the air, suspended a few centimeters above the bed. The sheets slowly slipped off the bed. They descended, still embracing. The sheets were damp where they had been reclining. The sweat that had seeped through the top sheet had been cooled by the breeze from the air-conditioning vent. They kept each other warm.
For a few minutes, neither moved. Raven released first, slipping her arms out from Starfire's grip, the sweat on her arms cooling as rapidly as the sheets.
She waited until she had Starfire's attention before kissing her once more. She set her hands on either side, the mattress yielding to her weight. She bent down, and kissed her chin, her neck, the hollow at the base of her throat. She scooted down towards the end of the bed. She kissed Starfire's chest, and then stopped. She swayed, swinging her breasts against Starfire's.
Starfire ran her hands through Ravens hair pulling it apart in thin strands.
Tongue out, Raven bowed her and drew Starfire's left nipple into her mouth. She rolled it with her tongue, sucking on it gently. Starfire's grip was stronger now. Her hands dug into Raven's head. Raven applied the same technique to the other breast. She wasn't sure which one she liked more. It was more than enough that after a long enough wait, she could consummate feelings she had never wished to acknowledge.
Starfire wasn't sure what to call the sensation she was feeling, but it was enjoyable in a way she'd never encountered. Robin hadn't bothered explaining this; he'd been stingy with the details of human sexual activity. She was certain this is what they were engaging in. She knew it involved the body and a high level of physical intimacy. She'd come close to doing so with Terra but they'd been interrupted. Oh well; she was still getting a chance to pursue something new. It would be nice if Terra could join them now.
Terra moaned into the empty room.
She was resting against the wall, but only because she didn't feel right lying down. She had four fingers in, up to the third knuckle, and another hand was fondling her tits. She hoped Starfire would walk in on her, but she'd been gone for close to twenty minutes by this point. Part of her was worried. Part of he was horny, and given the location and circumstances, she felt fine about leaving the other girl's situation undiscovered for the moment.
She was pumping her hand, in and out, in and out, in and out, rapidly. The back of her hand rubbed against her clitoris. She bucked every few strokes. Fluid dribbled out on her upstroke.
Her breathing was hard. Her robe had been discarded many long minutes ago. It lay coiled near her side. Her legs formed two opposing v's. Her back was slouched, but still against the wall. Her left arm was straight, locked at the elbow; her hand plunged deep inside her. Her wrist was rolling at the joint. She would curl her fingers then jab them further in. Her right hand was hard at work on her left nipple, squeezed hard between index finger and thumb.
A moan fled her lips, louder than she intended it to be. Her hand was moving quicker now; the other had dropped to the fissure between her legs and was bobbling her clitoris. Her hips were thrusting much more forcefully.
She was getting close.
Using only the tip of her index finger, she rubbed herself, alternately toying with the loose skin of the clitoral hood, and the flesh of her outer labia.
Getting closer.
Her hips had thrown themselves up in the final throes of orgasm, forcing her backwards. She cracked her head on the back of wall, aborting her orgasm just before it hit the peak.
She growled.
So close!
She sighed and sat up. Calm. She needed to will herself calm. She took ten more breaths. She closed her eyes and took an eleventh to be certain. She swung her legs off the edge of the bed and hopped off. Her robe lay on the bed where she'd left it, crumpled and still warm. She sloughed it before serious activity. She bent down to get it and noticed the sweat stains darkening the fabric where she'd been sitting. She could see two oval pools. She assumed they were her cheeks. Where her legs had sat were two irregular lines, roughly describing the position they'd been in.
She chuckled to herself. Given that the sweat was on the outside sheet, there was no way to cover it up. She knew it went down to the mattress.
Well, Starfire wasn't back yet; there was still time for it to evaporate.
She fluffed he robe out. One of the sleeves had been pulled the wrong way in her haste to get it off. It hadn't been hindering her movement. It had just been annoying.
She trembled in the cold. The sweat chilled her body. A few seconds inspection confirmed that the robe was ready to be worn again.
She slipped it on, cinching the belt tightly across her waist. She had to cuff the sleeve that had been inside-out, but that was a minor problem. She flipped her hair behind her, positioning it behind her ears so it dangled across the collar.
After a few seconds thinking over what to do next, she decided to check on Starfire. There only seemed one place she should go. She'd be absent long enough. Now was better than waiting more.
The door was a few steps away, but she took her time, still dazed from earlier.
Terra took her time, strolled with her hands in her pockets, noticing the details she hadn't seen before. The walls seemed scaled, webbed with vines of red that were almost invisible in the diffuse light. Starfire must have done that to remind her of home. The marbleizing looked like stone.
The door slid open when she approached. There was no need to activate it from this side it seemed.
Gloom yawned to either side of her, lit by the moonlight spilling out from the deck. Which direction? The way to her left would lead back to the living room, so it stood to reason that the other Titan's would be living in the doors that lined either side of the hallway.
Which one would be Raven's room?
To be continued.