Bart's POV:
I woke up to the sounds of clanking and banging from below and the, very welcome smell of bacon. I sat up in bed and saw that it was now light outside, rays of sunlight shining in through the window from in-between the tall tree's surrounding the house. It was only then I remembered where I was and what had happened last night. The thought of last night's antics replayed in my mind and a smile crept across my face. I lazily dragged myself out of the bed and yawned. I was about to make my way downstairs when I stepped on my discarded boxers and somehow only just realised I was butt naked. I quickly pulled them on and continued. As I came to the bottom of the stairs I found myself in the living room and it was just as I remembered. It was very rustic looking with that antique coffee table in the middle of the room, the couch and the big book case. I also became aware of a traditional wood burning fireplace that I'd missed last night with a pile of firewood next to it. Although the room was quite empty it still looked like a nice relaxing place to unwind. I mean the fact there was no TV or anything was certainly something I'd struggle with as I had a notoriously short attention span, but even though Raven had said that it would become 'our' happy place I didn't feel right suggesting any changes. Not yet anyway.
I saw some wisps of smoke coming from what I assumed was the kitchen and walking in saw that in the middle of the kitchen was an oak table already laid for breakfast. However my attention was quickly drawn away from the table and to the sight of Ravens perfectly toned ass clad in the same black thong from last night. She looked so sexy wearing it. She was also wearing a white tank top and when she turned around to face me I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra as I could easily see the outline of her loose breasts and hard nipples poking against the fabric, which was very hot and tantalizing. Raven smiled "Well look who's awake, took you long enough." She teased, I chuckled "Yeah I guess I was really tired, though I can't imagine what from." I said with a smirk as I ran a hand through my unruly hair. Ravens face immediately reddened, and with a small giggle she turned back to the food. I stood at her side and looked up at the hanging pots and pans that weren't in use above our heads. They were all copper and brass and went well with the cast iron sink. You'd never guess that most of this cottage was recently built; the kitchen cabinets looked old and worn. Everything in this place was ancient looking, but it all added to the charm.
I took a seat at the table and in less than 5 minutes I had a plate with 4 slices of fried bread, 5 rashers of bacon, 3 nice fat sausages, a mound of scrambled eggs, grilled tomatoes, fried mushrooms, 3 hash browns and black pudding, all covered in baked beans, with a cup of coffee to wash it all down. I looked over to Raven who had not even a quarter of what I had on her plate, I guess she was definitely making sure I had enough food to combat my hyper metabolism. Raven smiled at me "I didn't know if you liked any herbal teas so I just made you a coffee, however if you'd prefer one I have chamomile, ginger, peppermint, sage, oolong or you could have a simple green tea like I'm having." I was a little taken aback by the large selection of herbal teas but when thinking of the calming benefits they are supposed to have; it made sense why Raven had so many. "I think I'm good with the coffee, but thanks anyway." I replied. I made sure to once again suppress my urge to eat my breakfast quickly and didn't use my powers, instead eating it at a normal pace. It did give me more time to fully appreciate the full flavour though. Max had been teaching me that even though I had the gift of super speed and could save time using my powers, that every once and a while you need to slow down and be grateful for the small things. Take in more of your surroundings, take things slow.
After we finished up breakfast Raven cleared up the dishes. Even though I insisted that I should clear up since she cooked breakfast she kept declining my offer. I could have easily used my speed to snatch the plates away from her but I decided if she was that adamant about doing it herself then I'd let her, besides it was nice having someone treat me. I stood up as she passed the table and watched her ass shimmy from side to side as she walked into the living room "I guess the one thing that can keep you still for longer than 2 seconds is my ass huh?" Raven said as she noticed me staring. I instantly felt my cheeks flush red. I nervously chuckled "Yeah...sorry about that." I said as I rubbed the back of my neck and averted my gaze "Well, guess it's a good thing my cloak covers it when we're fighting the bad guys then." Raven said smiling impishly at me as she sat down on the Sofa. I joined her and looked out the window at the beautiful tree's surrounding us. "This really is a beautiful place Rae." I said "Yeah, I love it. If I'm ever feeling like I need to just get away from everything I know this place is here, that its mine and that no one will bother me. But I haven't needed to come here for a while since I met you, and now it's your place too Bart. This is our special place." She replied and squeezed my hand. I smiled as we shared a sweet moment both staring out the window and just enjoying the feeling of being close to one another. But then I remembered something "Shit! Raven what's the time?!" I said realising it was a school day. To my surprise Raven started laughing at me. I raised an eyebrow partly because she hardly ever laughed, at all and partly because this was no laughing matter "Relax fleet feet! We're 16 hours ahead here, you've got bags of time, sit down, read a book, relax!" she said still sniggering at me. I breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed a book of ancient history, reminding myself to once again take Max's advice and take my time. I had no reason to use my powers here, why use up the energy by reading the pages at super speed? I'm going to savour my time with Raven, enjoy the feel of her next to me, and take in the moment of sitting quietly, in a secluded forest reading a book next to the woman I loved.
Ravens POV:
Bart and I had been enjoying sitting next to each other and quietly reading for a few hours now. It had started to rain a little. The sound of rain had always made me feel better, the soft taps against the window soothing my tired soul, as I drank my tea on the sofa curled up under my lush knitted blanket.
Sipping from my mug and reading a book of spells, I didn't feel the stabbing pain in my chest for the first time in a long time. I forgot, just for a moment, the sadness that had been quietly haunting me.
Perhaps I was finally beginning to heal.
As I sipped from my tea listening to the mid-afternoon rainstorm, in this moment, right here, right now, everything was just perfect. No bad guys, no super-hero business, and for once no constant fight for control inside my head. I shifted position and moved so my head was against the arm of the sofa and my back was lying across Bart's legs. He looked up from his book that he was reading (at a normal pace that surprised me.) and gave me a look as if to say 'do you mind?' I shot back a look saying 'not at all' and squeezed my eyes shut tight, raised my head and stuck my tongue out as I brought my head back down and Bart laughed quietly at me "What?" I said smiling blissfully "That might be the cutest face I've ever seen you make." he said, flashing me a smile that made my knees weak.
Had I ever seen him smile like that before? I couldn't recall. I found myself thinking that it was a shame he didn't do it more often, as it only made his handsome features even more attractive. Though with Bart most of the time his smiles were fake ones, as was his overly energetic, hyper personality. Whilst he did have some trouble slowing down every once in a while he was also a tortured soul deep down, and it was only with me did he show his true emotions. Lately we'd both been feeling a lot less melancholy and were helping each other become more at peace.
A couple of hours later, around 3:00pm, we found ourselves arguing about whether Empire Strikes Back or Return of The Jedi was the better film, when suddenly the rain became even heavier. The room became cold and the single paned windows, whilst in keeping with the rustic cottage didn't seem to help keep the cold out one bit. The chilly rain came down in sheets, making it impossible for us to see the tree's surrounding the cottage anymore. "Wow! It's really coming down hard!" I said with surprise as I'd never seen rain quite this heavy. Bart stared out the window "Yeah it's insane!" he exclaimed. I stood up, although we'd been cuddled up under my blanket which usually kept me warm the room was almost ice cold. "And cold. So, I guess I'll just jump in the shower, if that's okay with you?" I said to Bart not really asking. The activities of the previous evening, whilst extremely enjoyable had made us very sweaty and both our bodily fluids had been sprayed all over each other and it had left me feeling a little dirty in more ways than one. I'd forgotten to shower as I usually did when I woke up due to wanting to make Bart breakfast and a nice hot shower sounded delightful right about now.
"Of course," Bart said, as he followed me up the stairs. I saw my toiletry bag on the end table just outside the bathroom and grabbed it taking it inside the bathroom with me, I quickly stripped down to nothing before looking in the bag and realising the shampoo wasn't in there.
Instinctively wrapping myself in a towel, I stuck my head out the door to see if Bart could grab me some. "Bart, have you seen any shampoo? I seem to have forgotten mine." I said, grasping the tiny white towel tightly to my breasts.
He was looking at something on his phone as he retrieved a blue bottle from the shelf, handing it to me with his eyes down, in case there was anything peeking out from my towel. I giggled, maybe it was because I teased him about looking last time he saw me head off to the shower but I didn't expect him to look away.
"Always such a gentleman," I teased. I couldn't help but notice his boxers were riding dangerously low on his hips and I took in his body which was in great shape for his age. He had vaguely defined abs and pecs, but with a very distinct V-line which always had me looking towards his crotch. I quickly distracted myself as I slipped back into the bathroom and shut the door.
Adjusting the knobs on the old shower was a chore, the water running either too cold or too hot, never in between. I cursed myself for choosing old stuff to go with olden feel of the cottage. I figured I would rather get a little burnt than freeze to death, especially with the autumn chill in the air that reminded me I needed a shower anyway, so I went with hot.
The room filled with steam quickly, as I dropped my towel and stepped inside gingerly, taking care not to burn my most sensitive skin.
Positioning my head directly under the water, I sighed contentedly. The hard spray of the water was acting as a massager for my scalp, and luckily my body quickly adjusted to the warmth.
"Nice," I murmured, as the simmering droplets travelled down my body to soothe my tired muscles. The water pressure was surprisingly perfect, and I was now enjoying myself immensely.
Pouring some of the shampoo in my palm, I worked it into a lather before applying it to my hair. Rubbing it through my scalp, the fragrance invaded my nostrils, Bart's handsome face appearing behind my eyelids.
My nipples pebbled beneath the stream of water, as I felt the familiar rush of arousal dampen my core. There was something about being so close to Bart all day and all alone in this cottage that got me worked up, and I realized I needed a release, especially if I was going to be attending school in a few hours once we crossed back over to San Francisco.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I pictured Bart in the shower beside me, soaping up his naked body.
"Ooh," I whispered softly, imagining his muscled arms covered in suds, his abs stretching and contracting beneath his smooth skin.
In my imagination, his eyes wandered all over my body just as it did yesterday, his lip bitten into his mouth as he watched me work the shampoo into my hair. As the suds danced down my chest, his eyes followed their trail, fingers itching to touch me.
Dream Bart reached out and softly skimmed a hand down the side of my body, my shiny, slippery skin too enticing to ignore.
When I didn't move away, I pictured him placing a hand between my thighs as the other softly tugged on my nipple, rolling it between his fingers until I felt my pussy clench.
Imagining him dipping a finger inside my wet heat, I moaned louder than I had intended, but Bart was outside messing about on his phone, so I didn't stop.
" ." I thrust my finger in and out while I brushed my sensitive clit with my thumb, shortly adding another finger to intensify the bliss. Another soft whimper escaped my lips as I felt the pressure building low in my belly, that familiar spark that meant my impending release was near.
The Bart in my head was roughly fucking me with his fingers, and I saw that his other hand was wrapped tightly around his long cock, stroking himself as he brought me to my peak.
That image was all it took for me to orgasm with a scream, my body convulsing around my fingers as I rode out my climax, the image of Bart's own orgasm playing out behind my eyelids.
Working myself down from my high with my fingers still sliding gently, my breathing became more regular as I slowly opened my eyes once more.
Bart, who must have burst into the room when he heard my first scream, slipped out of the foggy bathroom at super speed, all I caught was a glimpse of him. I wasn't mad though. He hadn't meant to spy - he was simply worried for my safety and he was my boyfriend now after all.
Bart's POV:
I was quite content with flicking through the recent news on my phone whilst Raven showered, but when I heard what sounded like a whimper I instantly froze, I listened intently but only heard the sound of the shower. It was only a moment later when I heard her scream and in less than a millisecond I was in that Bathroom. But raven wasn't in danger, she wasn't in any danger at all as I was met with the image of her frantically masturbating in the shower. Shocked I was about to give her some privacy but when I heard her murmur my name as her slippery fingers worked in and out of her tight pussy and inched her closer and closer to her release, I felt myself grow harder, and I began palming myself discreetly through my boxers.
As the sounds of her orgasm reached my ears, I sped out of the room, hopefully before she could notice my presence, still painfully hard and aching for her touch.
I sped out to the back porch of the house, quickly taking care of my situation, and in no time shot a few strings of cum onto the grass. I caught my breath before I worked up the nerve to go back in. I walked into the bedroom expecting to see Raven still wrapped in a towel.
But she had already dressed in a gray, off the shoulder sweater, and black jeans so tight they looked painted on. She was perfection and I was still desperate to taste her. I ran up to her and kissed her sweetly. "What was that for?" she asked as I pulled away. "No reason, well apart from the fact you look perfect babe." I replied sounding way more charming than I'd intended. Raven kissed me on the cheek "Well Romeo as much as I'd love to stay here forever with you and be all snuggled up on the couch, we both have school to go to. If we get back to the tower now we can get a few hours sleep in." She said as she walked past me. I sighed, I really didn't want to leave either but Raven was right. It was gonna be weird, we'd spent an entire day together and yet when we get back to the tower it'll be the same day all over again due to the time difference. Weird.
Ravens POV:
Heading to my first-period creative writing class, it struck me that anyone who'd construct a high school timetable in such a way as to make anything "creative" come first thing in the morning either had no understanding of high school students or was possessed of a wicked sense of humour. As I continued to lumber down the school halls, I was getting the same stares and hushed whispers as I always did. Although today it could be because I had a huge smile on my face. I tipped my head down; hoping the wide brimmed, black hat I had added to my attire would hide my face. I just couldn't help smiling though. I had recently had some mind blowing sex with my boyfriend, who I was totally head over heels in love with, for the first time and I felt more alive than ever! No matter how much I tried to focus on something else my mind would always transport itself back to being on that bed.
I shuffled into my classroom and once again sat at the back of the room in the corner, hoping no one would see me. It didn't take long for the rest of the class to filter in and soon everyone was in their desks. Although about half of them were sprawled across their desks as if their spines had turned to jelly. Our teacher Mr. Harper strolled in and set down his coffee on his desk before smirking at the scene of half asleep students in front of him as he let his satchel hit the desk with a fwump. That got their attention, because they knew what had to be inside. Unfortunately I knew what was inside too.
"Okay," Mr. Harper said. "I've marked your stories, and there's some good stuff in here. Some of you even managed to go entire paragraphs without using the word 'fuck.'" There were a couple of snickers in the room. I simply rolled my eyes. "Can't you get fired for saying that?" asked a kid named George sitting over by the window. There were white wires running down from his ears and disappearing into his jacket. "I sure fucking hope not." Mr. Harper replied. He was pretty cool, one of the easier teachers to get along with.
I sank even lower into my seat hoping he didn't see me as he riffled through the pile of papers, and pulled out one. "Okay, you know how I talked about how you don't necessarily have to write about people shooting each other or nuclear fallouts or aliens invading the planet for something to be interesting? How you can find stories in the most mundane of environments?" Mr. Harper had barely began before George interrupted by putting a hand up. "Mun-what?" He asked. Jesus Christ I thought, how dull is this kid? "Mundane. Ordinary." Mr. Harper answered. "Then why didn't you say 'ordinary'? Why do you have to use a fancy word for 'ordinary' when an ordinary word would do?" Mr. Harper smiled "Because then you wouldn't learn anything." He said before continuing "Let me read a bit of this," he said, holding out the paper. I recognized the lined paper, how the handwritten sheet had a different look to it than all the other papers that had been pumped out of a laser printer.
"'I'm different. Different from everyone else and because of that I get picked on a lot. I can hear people talking about me, and they think I can't hear them but I can. Why? Why does everyone always make fun of people who are different, why does everyone feel the need to conform and be the same. If people ever actually tried to get to know me they'd see I'm not so bad, but they won't. They'll sit with their friends and they'll point and they'll laugh and giggle along with their stupid friends just so they can fit in, just so people don't pick up on their own flaws.'" I looked straight down into my lap as Mr. Harper read out an excerpt from my homework. If it wasn't for my hat everyone would be able to see my pale face was flushed a bright red. "Comments?" Mr. Harper said.
A girl on the opposite side of the room said, "I like it. You want to know what this girl is like, why does everyone pick on her, why is she so angry at everyone. I think there's a story there." I looked in her direction and realised I'd never seen this girl in my class before. But I had seen her somewhere before. I just couldn't remember where from.
An hour later, as the class all filed out, Mr. Harper called out to me "Rachael. A moment please." I sidled over to his desk reluctantly. "You pissed?" he said. I shrugged "I guess not. I just didn't think you'd read it out." I said honestly. "It was good. Honest. That's why I read it." He replied with a smile "You're a good writer," he said. "That other story you did, I submitted it to the library's short story contest, the one they have for students." I rolled my eyes. "Thanks I guess."I said my voice full of fake enthusiasm. Why did he have to do that? I sighed; as much as I liked Mr. Harper sometimes I wished he'd just stop trying so hard, at least not for my sake. "We done?" I asked. He nodded, and I headed straight out the door.
I had barely gotten out of the class room when I heard a voice from behind me say "You're Rachael right?" I turned to see the girl who served me at Hot Topic earlier this week. She had the same pale complexion, blonde dreads and all black make up. I was a little taken aback by the fact she was a student since she looked to be around her early 20's at least. "Uh yeah that's me. Aren't you..." I began to say before trailing off "The girl from, Hot Topic? Yeah that was me. I can't believe I haven't seen you here before." She said with a raised eyebrow. I started to walk towards my next class and she began to walk with me. I brushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear "Yeah, I kinda just keep to myself and sit at the back of the room, usually the first one in and the last out too. Not many people actually notice me. Which is the best way to be honest." I answered simply. The girl didn't seem to be convinced with this "That doesn't sound healthy. Why do you practically hide yourself away?" she asked me with a tone of concern. I sighed "I get bullied a lot, mainly because of my pale skin, my sense of style, the fact I'm 'moody' and 'anti-social' pretty much everything." I replied honestly. She snorted and said "Eh fuck em, thats what I think, the bullies will keep picking on you until you give them a reason not to. I let them know I'm not someone to be messed with. I'm Ariel by the way." She said. I faked a smile, if only I could do that. Problem was if I did let my anger out like that there was a chance someone could get seriously hurt or even worse killed! That wasn't something I could risk. "Um, yeah. I'm Rachael. But you already knew that..." I said trailing off again. Ariel threw her arm around my shoulder. "Well, stick with me Rachael and you'll be just fine!" Ariel said with a grin. I was actually starting to warm up to her a little.
It was now lunch time and I was eating a salad when my ears picked up on something the boys sitting directly behind me were saying. "Hey you seen that girl Rachael?" one of them said, I couldn't believe they hadn't noticed I was sitting right behind them. "Which one?" the first guy's friend replied. His friend seemed irritated that he didn't know me "Oh come on man! That weird girl in our class with the bluish purple hair?" he said which annoyed me, I was not weird. But I took a deep breath and felt the anger subside, do not let them get to me, was what I kept repeating in my head. "Oh I think I know now. The colour is Indigo dude, but I guess it's kinda in the middle of purple and blue." He replied. I was intrigued as to what he had to say next. "Whatever dude, I don't know colours all that well ok, my point is she's kinda hot right? for a Goth I mean." He said. I honestly didn't know what to feel at this point, on one hand he'd said I was hot but at the same time he'd shunned my fashion choice. This was when Ariel sat down. I assume she was about to say 'hi' but I put a finger to my lips and motioned towards the guys. Luckily she got the message and began to listen as well. The first guys friend spoke up again "Hey man, I get what you're saying she's cute I guess. I mean she's a little fucked up but dude she has a great rack!" Alright that tears it! I was about to snap when Ariel hurled her water bottle at the back of their heads. They turned around and began to shout at her when I stood up and turned to face them. At which point their faces went almost as pale as mine. "So you like these huh?" I said as I held my breasts in my hand "Or am I too fucked up for you?" They began to stammer. I could feel my hold on my power beginning to slip away. "I think you should just get out of here before I really get mad!" I said through clenched teeth, and luckily for both them and me they both scarpered leaving their half eaten lunches on the table. I closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths and turned back around and sat down again. I opened my eyes to see Ariel staring at me mouth agape. I looked back at her "what?" I said hoping I had actually kept control of my powers and I wasn't sitting there with 4 glowing red eyes. She smiled and said "That was totally fucking awesome! You sure showed them! I can't believe they fucking said those things about you! What a couple of fucking dogs! I was about to get ready for a fight but all you had to was tell them to get lost and they did! Oh man I wish I could have seen the glare you were giving them to make them run like that!" she said before laughing. I shrugged it off and carried on eating my salad, but a small smile did come on my face I'll admit.
Bart's POV:
I had just finished lunch and even though it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy my appetite I had to make do. I couldn't exactly eat an armful of hot dogs at school and have it seen as normal. Next up was Physical Education, also known as have a middle aged man with poor people skills, pent up rage and frustration just waiting to lash out at someone, try to teach you how to play 'sports'. It wasn't my favourite subject even though I excelled at it. Today for example we were playing dodge ball. I was notorious for being incredibly hard to hit, I may have used my powers a tiny bit but hey, what's the point of having them if you can't use them for fun a little now and then. Our coach started yelling at the entire class as we stood in a line "Ok you lot, the game is dodge ball and you all know how to play. Today I want someone to finally hit 'speedy' over here!" he said pointing straight at me. "Show him how good we are as a team!" he hollered and I got a bunch of glares and sneers from all the jocks. I simply shot a cocky smile back. "Good luck guys!" I said with a smug grin.
It wasn't too long before every other member of my team had been eliminated and it was me against the last remaining member of the jocks, a muscular guy with a blonde flat top hairstyle named Dylan. Dylan was one of the typical jocks, not too smart and obsessed with sports, dates the head cheerleader, arrogant, aggressive and loves to beat up nerds. And he was hurling balls at me and having no chance of hitting me. I loved it. I only used my powers ever so slightly, there was no way you could actually tell, they all just thought I was quick on my feet and had good reflexes. If only they knew the true extent of what I could do. As much as I was loving humiliating Dylan by effortlessly dodging each ball he threw it was nearing the end of school and so when he threw the next ball I grabbed it and flung it right back hitting him square in the face. I heard the loud 'SMACK!' sound it made and instantly regretted it. Dylan slowly and menacingly rose from the floor; I couldn't tell whether his face was red from the ball hitting his face so hard or from anger.
We were in the locker room and I had just finished pulling on my shirt when I heard Dylan yell "ALLEN! WHERE ARE YOU?!" I was just about to sneak out the door when he saw me. "THERE YOU ARE! YOU'RE DEAD PUNK!" he screamed as he stomped towards me, managing to look threatening even though he only had a towel wrapped around his waist. I hoped my power of thinking fast would give me some way of talking my way out of it. "Hey Dylan come on, it was just an accident I swear!" I said before having to duck as he swung his fist towards my face. I once again used my powers a little to dodge the next series of punches. He looked dumbfounded that not one of them had hit me. Usually I would have enjoyed taunting him but at this point I just didn't want to get hit. But then I did have a mischievous idea. When he threw his next punch I once again ducked but this time grabbed his towel and pulled it down quicker than the eye could see. Dylan had a very confused look on his face when he heard the roar of laughter from the entire locker room. He then looked towards his crotch and swiftly covered himself with his hands; there was no mistaking why his face was red this time.
I quickly exited the locker room and started to run down the halls as fast as I could without using my powers. I so badly wanted to use them, I just wanted to get back to Titans tower and see Raven so badly. I'd missed her so much and it hadn't even been a day yet. As I got to the main doors I saw the principal and my history teacher walking towards me. I heard the principal yell "Hey! HEY! No running in the halls!" but I ignored him and ran right past him, I was in too much of a rush. "Who the hell was that?" he said to my history teacher as I ran straight outta the front door. "I don't know, but I sure as hell hope he's on the track and field team!" he said as I ran down the steps. I just couldn't wait to see Raven. I so badly wanted to ask her how her day went and hang out with her just like we'd done at the cottage. I smiled as I realised just how lucky I was.