Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans.

Warnings: Same as always... sex, drugs, language, and possible violence, though that is, as of yet, undecided.


And So It Is

Chapter 6


I felt warm hands gently caressing the bare skin of my lower back. I reveled in the feeling. Strong, soft hands. Fingertips softly grazing along my spine. It felt so nice. I hadn't been touched so lovingly in a long time. The fingers continued lower down my back, slipping beneath my panties and tickling along my tail bone. My eyes shot open. I went to bed alone.. who the hell is touching me! I quickly turned over and came face to face with.. him.

"Richard?" I said sleepily. His face was so close to mine, if I leaned up a little I could kiss him. I glanced at the clock at it blinked 4:17 a.m., "What are you doing here? How did you get in?"

He smirked and ran his fingers along my stomach, "I've been gone for almost two months and we haven't spoken since that night at the club. You left your balcony doors unlocked. Tsk. Tsk. Kori. If I didn't know any better I'd think you left them unlocked for someone else."

I rolled my eyes and pushed him off of me so I could sit up, "Maybe I did. In fact, maybe you just missed him." I noticed that he was only in black boxer briefs.. why the hell was he only in that? I don't know, but I sure as hell was not about to complain. He looked so gorgeous.. I swear he has the body of a god. I bit my lip and tried to avert my eyes elsewhere.

He leaned over me, kissing at my jaw. "Kori, you know I do not share what's mine."

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, "Who ever said I was yours?"

He pulled back from me and stared into my eyes intently, "Kori, you are mine. You always will be mine and no one else can have you." He said it so forceful and demanding, leaving no room for rebuttal. I stared at him for a moment, searching his eyes for humor or mischief, but all they held was a serious glow. He was serious, I was his. His lips came crashing down on mine, his tongue running over my lips. I opened my mouth for him and let his warmth wash over me. God, he's a magnificent kisser.

Our kiss continued getting deeper, our hands all over each other. It was frenzied and passionate and absolute bliss. Before long we both were naked and his tongue was trailing down my neck, while my fingers gently caressed his rock hard abs. He licked and bit at my collarbone, eliciting a shudder from me.

"Tell me," He said between kisses along my chest, "Tell me who you belong to."

He took a nipple in his mouth and gently bit it, I arched my back and in a breathy voice I tried to respond. "Y..You. I.. I.. Be.. long.. to... y..you."

"That's right baby." He slipped his hand in between my already slick thighs and pressed his thumb against my clit. I involuntarily bucked against him and bit my lip, trying not to moan. Soon two of his fingers were deep within my core, only elevating my need to have him inside me fucking my brains out. He slid his fingers out of me and brought them to his lips, darting his tongue out to taste my juices. Before he could slip his fingers into his mouth, I took his hand and slid the fingers into my mouth instead. So sweet and tangy, definately all me. I stared into his eyes as I continued to lick and suck at his fingers, and his cool ice blue eyes soon turned to a midnight hue with passion and desire.

Before long he flipped us, so he was on his back and I was on top of him, my wetness rubbing against his hard cock. God, I missed it. It was big, thick, juicy and always felt so fucking good when it was inside me. I could never get enough of it. When it came to Richard Grayson... I was insatiable.

He lifted me by my hips, I forgot how strong he was, but God did I love being in his arms and even with me on top, he was still in control. He slowly lowered me down onto his throbbing hardness and I closed my eyes and savored the moment. He was stretching me to my limits and I could hear him groaning.

"God, Baby," His eyes were closed as he thrust deeply into me, "You are so wet and so fucking tight." I felt his hands grip onto my hips tighter as I slowly rose almost completely off of him and then sank myself down again. I pressed my hands against his well defined chest to help balance me, as I slowly rode him.

Soon we were both moaning and grunting, with a few naughty words mixed in. I would occasionally whisper how much I loved to be fucked by him, and he would almost religiously answer with how much he missed me and my wonderful body. He would tell me how this was so much better than he remembered and how I am beautiful in every way imaginable.

Before long, I was so close and I knew he was too. We were both quivering uncontrollably and yet, instead of speeding up the process.. we slowed down to an almost agonizing pace. Our bodies were both dripping with sweat, the only sound besides our heavy breathing was the slickness of our skin slapping against each other.

I could feel the tenseness in my stomach as I unconsciously held my breath. I closed my eyes and with one moan of his name, I came. I came hard. I was shuddering and digging my nails into the flesh of his biceps. He held me tighter and pulled my face down to his. He was whispering, "That's it baby.. Come for me. Come all over me. Show me how much you love me." Along with other words I couldn't comprehend in my state of eternal bliss. I kissed him deeply. Pouring all of my passion, desire, and love into it. He kissed me back with an equal amount of adoration and devotion and soon I felt his body tense. He let out a loud guttural moan of my name and came inside me. I loved that feeling. His cock tense and jerking inside me as he released his seed... always a turn on.

He stayed inside me as I laid my head on his chest. He ran his fingertips along my back and held me closer. I was exhausted. I hadn't had sexual contact with a man, nor actual intercourse, in six years. It was better than I remembered... he was better than I remembered. I closed my eyes and let a small smile grace my face. I was in Heaven.. with the man I loved. I could feel his breathing begin to even out, but before he was completely asleep I heard him whisper the words I longed to hear.. "I love you, Kori."

I looked at the clock. I was gonna be late to Rachel's Halloween party. This morning when I woke up, I was alone. I didn't mind so much because I knew I'd be seeing Richard again tonight at the party. I was excited to see him again, even if I couldn't openly fuck him in front of everyone.. it was still nice just to be near him. I wasn't sure what his costume was going to be, but I'm sure he'd look delicious in anything he wore. And, my plan for the party? Well, my costume would be eye-catching no doubt... extremely sexy. I was the innocent of the group.. and that was my plan. To be innocent.

I would be an angel. I smiled at the thought.. cause no angel ever looked as fuckable as I did. I left my hair down and straightened, and my face had no make up except for a little glitter and some baby pink eye shadow with matching lip gloss. I wore a white lace bra, that hid very little to the imagination, and showed off the glorious curves of my breasts. I had on a matching pair of white lace bikini cut panties with a very thin, sheer white skirt over it.. that barely went to mid thigh. I wore a pair of white open toed three inch heels that had long strings that tied all the way up to my thighs. To complete the look of "angel" I wore a diamond studded choker around my neck and an enormous pair of feathered wings on my back. Much like a Victoria's Secret runway model. I was stunning and I knew it.

When I showed up at the party.. it was already in full swing. As I made my way through the crowds of people, I noticed that everyone would stop and stare at me. I enjoyed the attention. There are times when all women enjoy attention, especially the attention bestowed upon them by the opposite sex. I was no different. I found Rachel, who was dressed as a naughty school girl.. very befitting of her. She looked gorgeous, as always, and even Garfield looked cute as a "nerd", which was a fitting costume except for the fact that his muscles were clearly visible through the tight white button up shirt he was wearing. I thought that the pocket protector and the black rimmed glasses were a nice touch. I don't speak of it often, but Garfield is attractive though not nearly as fit as Richard, Xavier, and definitely Victor. Those men seem like they live in the gym.

Speak of the Devil... literally. Victor was dressed in a red tuxedo with matching red horns. Very nice. I chuckled inwardly because Victor was one of the nicest men I knew, never raised his voice to me once. Karen was dutifully on his arm in a matching devilish red dress. She looked good with the little horns and red glitter. I noticed Roy and Terra dressed as Cleopatra and Mark Antony and I began to wonder if all of our friends came as matching couples. I frowned because, if that were true, then Richard and Babs would no doubt be matching each other and on top of that, I never told Xavier what my costume was going to be.

I spotted Richard and Babs. They looked dashing as a roaring twenties couple, Richard in a pin-striped suit with a matching hat and Babs in a gold flapper style dress. She was on his arm and I noted, with resentment, that they really complimented each other. She looked gorgeous on his arm, and he just looked perfect. They were a beautiful couple, perfect in every way. And that thought left a bitter taste in my mouth. I wasn't ashamed about what happened in the early hours of the morning in my bedroom, nor was I embarrassed. I was elated. I was happy. Happier than I had been in a long time, but now.. seeing them together I felt sadness and desperation. I watched them together for a few moments and then I saw Xavier, dressed as a Prince, walk up to Richard, chatting casually with a pretty blonde dressed as Marilyn Monroe at his side. I smiled at seeing Xavier dressed as a "Prince Charming" type character.. powder blue cape, golden crown and all. He looked dashing and I was surprised to realize that I wasn't in the least jealous when he kissed the blonde. Well at least I didn't have to feel bad about fucking Richard because I was sure that before the night was over, Xavier would be fucking "Marilyn". I put a fake smile on my face and made my way towards the group. Babs noticed me first and I saw her gape at my outfit.

"Babs, Do you not like my choice of costume?" That little question caught Xavier's and Richard's attention and they both turned to face me. Xavier's eyes became wide and his jaw dropped. I smiled prettily at him and then turned my attention to Richard. He stared at me, his eyes roaming over my body and then he smirked, his blue eyes tinting with a hidden desire.

"You're a goddess." Xavier finally got out.

"No," I teased him playfully, "I'm an angel."

"Aren't you cold?" Babs asked rudely. I ignored her tone of voice and just smiled and shook my head 'no'. I watched Richard watch me for a few minutes, the sexual tension was thick and I was hopeful no one else would notice it. We locked eyes and just stared at each other, I couldn't break his gaze nor could he break mine. We were both brought out of our haze when Babs tugged on Richard's hand. He, in return, bent down and kissed her deeply. I watched them kiss for a few moments longer, noticing the look of love in Babs eyes once they separated. I tried not to let my discomfort show and smiled at them. Richard wouldn't look at me. It was almost as if he was avoiding me... Did he regret what happened between us?

Suddenly, I didn't want to be at the party.

I politely excused myself from them and went upstairs to one of the guest rooms. I plopped myself down on the bed and sighed. I was hurt and angry and upset. Why? Why? Why? Why out of all the men in Gotham, did that one had to steal my heart and never give it back? Why did he say he loved me last night? Why is he still with her! I knew him better than anyone, we were soul mates.. or so I thought. But perhaps I was wrong. I knew him, the old him, the fun him. And she knows the newer him, the one who is overly arrogant and cocky, but still as passionate as ever. I'd be lying if I wasn't jealous, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to cry.

I didn't notice that he came into the room until I felt his hand on my shoulder. I jumped and quickly turned around.

"Richard you scared me."

"I didn't mean to." He said quietly, "Are you alright?"

I studied him for a minute, his strong, handsome face and beautifully sculpted body. "No, I'm not alright." He said nothing and we sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity, finally I couldn't take it.

"Why did you say you loved me last night?"

He seemed shocked by my outburst. His eyes went wide in a disbelieving manner. I watched him, waiting for his response. He composed himself again and looked at me.

"I said that out loud?"

I wanted to laugh, but I didn't. I nodded.

"You weren't suppose to know." His voice was barely audible.

"Why? Why can't I know?" I asked, feeling myself get angry.

He held my hands in his and stared into my eyes. "I love you Kori. I love you more than you could ever imagine.." I felt my heart soar at his words, but then I saw the look that came upon his face and I knew I was gonna get my heart broken again, "But we can't be together. No one has ever made me feel the way you do. So spontaneous and not in control. You know me Kori, I have to be in control. You know that. And you, just being with you, all my control gets thrown out the window. I can't handle that.. I can't be that. You know I need to have order and control in my life, you know that more than anyone."

"Do you love Babs?" I asked without realizing.

He sighed, "No. I could never love anyone but you. I care about her and she's good to me, for me. I don't lose control around her, I don't feel the urge to do throw caution to the wind and just blow everyone off for her, like I do with you."

"So because you are scared of your feelings.. you can't be with me?" My voice cracked, I felt ashamed for showing weakness in front of him.

"Kori. I wish things were different.."

I cut him off, "So what was last night? You can't do this to me! You can't! You can't pretend like you feel nothing and then come to me in the middle of the night! You can't do that! You can't and you know I would never refuse you. You know how much I love you, how much I've always loved you! You can't do this to me! It's not fair!"

He wrapped his arms around me and held me against his chest, "I'm sorry Baby. I'm sorry."

"Don't.." My voice cold, "Don't you dare call me that!"

I pulled away from him and stood up, adjusting my skirt and smoothing over my hair. He watched me, I could feel his eyes burning into me.

"If this is what you want, " My voice was filled with angst and despair, "Then I won't try to change your mind. I hope you can be happy, but more than anything.. I hope you realize the huge mistake your making."

I looked at him and felt horrible. His eyes were glazed with unshed tears and he looked so forlorn. "I'll always love you Korina Anders."

I smiled bitterly and nodded my head, "You'll always have my heart, Richard Grayson.. for I love you more than you could ever know." He turned and left the room and I stood there for a few minutes, soaking it all in.

I felt numb.

I sat back down on the bed and absently ran my fingers through my hair. It is depressing when two people love each other and can't be together.. but even more so, when it's the choice of one of the two that caused this horrible ordeal in the first place. Who cares about control? Who cares as long as we're together?

But he cares.. and that's part of the reason I love him. Damn him, Damn him to hell. I put a cheerful mask on my face and proceeded to head back to the party. My life was miserable, I was broken. But sometimes you have to keep the smile on your face..

No matter how much you want to curl up and die.