Keefe
Chapter 19
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Raven woke up the next morning before the dawn broke. As she blinked the fogginess from her eyes, she realized her lips were still swollen and sore from the night before, when Keefe had joined her in her bath. She smiled to herself, reliving it. Keefe was a damn magician with his tongue, and he was the one to have given her her first orgasm. She had gladly returned the favor. Fortunately for both of them, he had an insane amount of self control. If he hadn't, she mused, she more than likely wouldn't still be a virgin. But still, even though they didn't do the grown up, they still enjoyed themselves, and each other.

She got out of the bed slowly, replacing a pillow under Keefe's arm so he would think it was still her, and not wake up. She was careful not to jostle the mattress and disturb him. He looked so happy and content that she just couldn't bring herself to wake him.

The warm water that poured from the gold shower head was invigorating as it pulsed over Raven's tense back. The bruise on her arm that Keefe had accidentally given her when he knocked her into the doorframe yesterday afternoon throbbed a bit, but it didn't bother her enough to turn off the water and get out. She had suffered worse injuries than this back in Jump City. But as she thought this, she immediately tried to think about the banquet for the Annual Allied Congregation that they had hosted the other night, to take her mind off her homesickness.

She shut off the water, giving up on distracting her mind, giving in. She sat on a chaise lounge while she let herself air dry, thinking about what had been her life less than a week ago.

Things had changed so fast in her life. She had been kidnapped, and now she was willingly marrying her kidnapper, who she loved. They had already fought more than old married couples do, and she didn't even really know him. Other than what he had told her and what she had read, she was at a loss of what to make of him. One minute he was a horny young man, and the next he was hosting banquets and meeting ambassadors. Sometimes he was playful, and sometimes he was cold and calculating. So calculating, in fact, that he had been planning on her arrival for at least two years, if the prostitutes were to be believed. How could he have possibly known that it would have been her? How did he know that Starfire or Terra wouldn't be the ones to go? The truth is, she thought, neither Starfire or Terra would've been willing to go. She knew it, Keefe knew it, and even the team probably knew it. She, Raven Dunavant, was the one female on the team who was noble and daring enough to trade in her life to save her best friend's.

The bed creaked, as Keefe adjusted his position, and he muttered something about a bouncy ball, and Kender. She smiled to herself as she got her clothes for the day out of the closet. She looked through all of them, and she decided she was in the mood for pure white. Now that everything about her powers was under control, she found it strangely appropriate. While she put it on, she debated with herself about whether or not to go down to the kitchens for a cup of herbal tea. She could go there, or have it sent up here, risking waking Keefe up. She decided she would go, just for something to do, if no other reason.

She tiptoed through the bedroom, even though the plush carpet would have muffled her footsteps, into the hallway, where Joe and William were on guard, having been switched to nightshift. Guards changed at sunrise and sunset. William looked up at her fearfully, then averted his gaze to the ground, standing perfectly still.

"William," she said softly. He looked up at her. "You have no idea how sorry I am about what I did to you yesterday. I had a the beginnings of a migraine from reading in the poor light, and I snapped at the first outlet, which was you. I am so sorry. I really am. And I'm glad you're back, you are very good at your job. I'm glad that you're feeling well enough to come on back up. Can you forgive me? Honestly now, not just because I'm the sorceress or anything. Can you?"

"I suppose I could find it in my heart, milady. I can."

She grinned weakly at him, but as he didn't smile back, she turned and headed down the corridor. She was trying to find her way to the Grand stairway when she ran into Matthew, one of the men on Keefe's court.

"Good morning, milady. Now, why aren't you asleep? The sun's not even up yet."

"I might ask you the same thing," Raven replied, grinning.

"Err… I was, uh, visiting a lady friend of mine," he said sheepishly, looking at his bare feet. One of his toenails was missing from when he stubbed his toe on a desk.

"Aren't you married? That's what Keefe told me, I think."

"Um, yeah, I am. But can you do me a favor and keep it our little secret?"

"You know I can't do that. I can't make promises that I don't intend to keep." As Matthew frowned, she added, "I know that's disheartening, but with me being in my position, it's been suggested to me several times that I don't make promises. And seeing as how I hardly know you…" She trailed off, with an apologetic look.

"I comprehend, milady. If you'll just excuse me." She nodded, and turned around, heading back towards the south wing.

After standing alone in the hall for a minute or two alone, Raven decided to go back to her rooms. She had forgotten about her mission to the kitchen. She thought about telling Keefe about Matthew's infidelity, but decided she would say nothing about it unless he pissed her off. On Chesmer, infidelity, if proven, could come with a sentence of at least twenty years in prison.

Through the window in her room, Raven could just see the sun begin to rise. It was still quite dark however. She heard Keefe's heavy breathing, so she crawled through the hangings around the bed, up the set of stairs, and onto the covers. She lay there on her stomach, watching him. Her fiancée. He looked just as sexy now as he did last night, and she decided she wanted him. Right then and there.

Keefe woke up to Raven laying on his chest, nibbling on his ear. He smiled at her, stretching.

"Well, good morning, my beaut-" Raven placed a finger on his lips, silencing him.

She kissed his mouth softly, her fingers teasing at the waist band of his boxers. He fumbled with the clasp on the back of her top, getting frustrated when he couldn't unhook it.

"Together then apart," she whispered.

Soon her top was off, her bare breasts pressing against him. He held them in his hands, teasing them, until her nipples grew hard and swollen. Then his hands trailed to her bottoms, pulling them off as she wriggled out of them. She began to pull of his boxers as his fingers teased her wetness, but then he pulled away, looking apologetic.

"What? What did I do wrong?" She asked.

"Oh you didn't do anything wrong darling, don't worry. But, damn it, we can't have sex yet. I want to so bad, but I don't think I'd have enough self control to keep me away from you if we went any farther."

"Why can't we? Please?" She was practically begging.

"We would both lose our powers."

"Who cares?" She tried to kiss him, but he was scooched too far from her for her to reach. He laughed a bit, then said,

"Well, if you don't have powers, your children won't have them, because mine won't pass down. If I don't have any, then I lose my claim to the throne and Paul would take over. I have nothing against him, but I don't think he deserves to be king." He shrugged.

"Well, Mister Smarty-pants, how do we have children if we can't have sex? I'm pretty sure immaculate conception doesn't happen very often."

"You see, there's this little thing we do that's called a marriage ceremony. Here the words actually have a meaning that you can't take back."

"So, why can't we get married now?"

"Next full moon is two weeks. You can wait two weeks, I swear, You might not want to, but I promise you it will be worth it." He sighed. "It will definitely be worth it…"

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Short chapter, but it's time for a break. Next one is all planned out, no worries.