Primal

By Mezzo-chan

Raven never felt particularly threatened by Gar, nor did he ever intimidate her.

She was however, at times, completely awed by him.

These instances were often, in the little things he did that made her feel alive and truly at peace, no meditation required.

However, the times she really, truly was dumbstruck, were the times when Gar lost his cool.

Gar was not an angry person, nor did he enjoy getting upset, but there was something to be said about the animal influences that revealed themselves when he did lose his temper.

Several of the occasions, most in fact, involved Raven.

Raven herself, though she'd never admit it, was often relieved when Gar would tackle the lummox who had either a) copped a feel, b) made a lewd remark, or c) attacked her in some way. Option C was often the case since, as superheroes, they were in battle quite a lot.

She was rather touched, seeing as it wasn't every day someone defends the honor of a teenage devil spawn.

So she'd step back and watch him in his wordless rage. Something bestial was let loose, and she knew better than to interfere with it. There would be scratching, biting, mauling, roaring, and in the end he'd emerge victorious, triumph written on his face, though the face was not Garfield Logan's, but something deeper, darker than any human man need be.

The other times when Gar lost control were the moments that are not spoken of among your teammates, or friends for that matter. They were the muffled embraces and heated breaths that one experiences at midnight behind a closed bedroom door.

During their time together she'd watch his eyes, green and glowing like a cat's, unfolding like an ancient tome.

He'd kiss her, and she felt the passion of a jungle beast.

She'd inhale his scent, and felt the agonizing evolution of millions of organisms in an instant.

She'd hear him say her name over and over again until there was no more sound, only the articulation of breath, and felt the resolve in him wearing thin under the pressure of an obscure, primal emotion that was forcing its way through his chest and into his throat.

She would look up at him, pupils dilated and fangs bared, and felt her words die in her throat.

Completely silent in awe of him.

She wasn't scared; this Gar was never frightening to her, though he was something to be feared. But, that was not why she fell quiet.

Rather, she felt herself absorbed into him, into a language that need not be spoken, and a power that had been surging forth since before the dawn of time.

Author's Note:

This chapter came quite a bit more sensual than I'd originally intended, but I think it fit well, and I was able to keep it consistent throughout. Hope you enjoyed it!

Next Up, Chapter 16: Obligation