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Needing Each Other…

It wasn't a need, he'd repeat that to himself even when he saw her. This wasn't a fucking need, it didn't have to be her, it didn't have to be Raven.

He shoved her up against the wall, his hands gripping her thighs with bruising for as he kissed her lips, her fingers tangled in his hair as the storm raged on outside. Fuck did she taste good, something powerful, forbidden, and exotic, and he couldn't get enough of it as he let go of one of her legs as he slid a hand under her shirt.

This wasn't a need, it was a want, it was a mutual pleasure, it was anything but a need.

He didn't need anyone, he didn't need people, people left, people let him down, people moved on. And he sure as hell did not need her, not even close to a need. He sure as hell didn't need her!

"Jason!" she gasped when they had parted gasping for air, he traced her jaw with rough kisses as he shoved the bra aside beneath her shirt, she moaned and he felt her fingers clawing at his shirt.

"I don't need you," he snarled as he lightly nipped her pulse.

"I don't need you," he repeated sharply when she said nothing and he pulled away from her neck to look in her eyes. They were wild and he could feel her emotions running wild around them as shit flew and crashed.

"I know," she moaned.

"Good," he growled as he grabbed her and they stumbled from the wall. He just wanted one night, one fucking night where he didn't have to worry about the world, and with Raven he could forget for a moment. He didn't need her, he didn't, he didn't need anyone.

"Couch!" she pleaded and he dropped her there, she looked up at him as he peeled off his wet shirt, he'd come here on an impulsive walk through the rain, he'd had no intentions of seeing her tonight.

Jason had absolutely no fucking intention of continuing this thing with Raven, none, he'd gone out in the rain after being chewed out by Dick for a stupid mission he'd done last week against an army of talon guys from that Court of Owls. He and Raven were not a thing and there was no reason to be here other than he just needed something. And lately that something lead him to Raven's doorstep.

"I should leave," he muttered as he came over her, she came up to kiss him as her fingers slid over his scars and she tugged his lip lightly.

"You're free to stay," she muttered and he growled a bit as he tugged her shirt overhead and tugged her bra off, he should not be here. He didn't need her, he didn't want her, he didn't need anyone and he didn't want anything other than to be left alone.

But somehow, he'd ended up here as he pressed his lips to her skin and wondered what the hell he was doing here. Raven cried out as her fingers dove into his hair when he captured her nipple in his mouth and he felt the push of her emotions on his psyche. He pushed back as his fingers tugged off the yoga pants she was wearing. She stretched out beneath him with a groan as her fingers feathered over her skin, flawless, pale skin which never seemed marked. He wanted to mark her, wanted to ruin her, wanted to destroy her for any other and…

And what? She'd leave to, and he wasn't enduring that pain as he tossed the yoga pants away and hooked a finger on the plain white cotton bikini panties she was wearing.

"No plans?" he mused as he looked at her heated purple eyes.

"No," she murmured.

"Good," he snarled as he ripped them off her and she moaned, he didn't love her, he didn't need her, he just needed a release, Raven was a craving, an itch to be had, she was not a fucking need.

He caught her hand before she could touch herself and she whimpered.

"No," he murmured, and he smiled a bit as she squirmed. "Not tonight."

His mouth was on hers' again and she pressed her slight form to him, he slid an arm under her arching back and pulled her close. Good God, this felt so fucking right and so damn wrong. He shouldn't need this, he shouldn't want her, he shouldn't…

"Jason! Just fuck me," she pleaded and he smiled as he kissed her jaw and slid his hand between them.

"Fuck you?" he mused as his fingers found the nerves which had her trembling.

"Just fuck me," she repeated evenly, even as her eyes fluttered half shut and the look on her face was caught between angelic and sinful.

"I've barely touched you," he murmured.

"You didn't come here for anything but a fuck, so fuck me already," she moaned, he fucking loved that about her, no need for preamble or false pretenses, she was just ready for whatever came, and it was delightful at times. He kicked off his shoes and tugged his pants off, Raven's fingers slid down and he watched as she hesitantly dipped them into her folds as he pulled out a condom. He looked at her eyes, she blushed a bit but bit her lip as she held his gaze.

He grabbed her hips, she caught his shoulders as she spread her legs wide, and he leaned over as he kissed her again. He didn't know why he kissed her, none of the other girls he'd fuck he'd kiss but he couldn't get enough of Raven, even as he slammed into her. Her head fell back as she cried out, her powers surging and he groaned feeling her shatter his mental barriers as her emotions poured into him.

"I don't need you," he groaned as he fucked her.

"I don't need you," he growled as he grabbed her thighs and pushed them high, Raven cried out.

"Jason!" she pleaded.

"I don't need anyone," he snarled furiously as he felt her pleasure, felt her muscles constricting around him and her heat drowning him and pulling him in. She hitched her legs around his hips as she pushed up against him.

"I know," she gasped as her hands caught the arm of her couch, her eyes now glowing white, all four of them, and he'd never seen anything as beautiful as that expression. His hand slid between them as he teased her clit and she screamed, her powers, her emotions came raging around him like a storm as shit went flying. He gave a shout as her pleasure had him snapping and brutally surging into her as everything shattered in him. Raven was gasping and collapsed on top of her unwilling to move yet.

"I don't need you," he whispered.

"I know," she breathed, her fingers slowly slid into his hair as she played with the ends, his eyes felt heavy. "But I'm here should you need someone."

He must have passed out because when he came too, Raven was sleeping, her arms were hugging him tightly and her small form shivering. Grumbling he stood, cleaned up a bit, collected their clothes, careful not to step on the glass Raven had shattered, and then he picked her up.

He was too fucking tired to go home, she curled into him and muttered something in a tongue he didn't recognize and he walked to her room. Dropping her on the bed he crawled in after her. As he pulled the sheet up, she scooted into him, and Jason found he just wanted this as he dropped the sheet over them and his arms wrapped around her.

He needed something.

What he had no clue.

He didn't get why Dick was pissed about the job last week, or why it was so fucking important he'd have called backup. It wasn't like anyone would come for him if he was in trouble. No one needed him, no one came for him, no one wanted him, so he didn't need anyone or anything in return. He looked blearily at the head of black hair in front of him and he tightened his hold on her as he pulled her close and inhaled her scent.

"Perhaps I need you," he whispered n her sleeping ear as he let sleep claim him and he hoped she didn't know that just maybe he needed her. It wouldn't do to get attached to her and never have her, Raven was elusive, and he wouldn't rely on her.

Slowly his breathing even out and he relaxed as none of his nightmares came.

The thunder boomed furiously overhead and she slowly shifted in the arms which held her. The clock read three fourteen, and she rolled over in the arms of the man who was with her.

Her eyes wandered over his face, tracing his J, the bruises, and the white tuff in his hair.

She loved him, she loved him so much and she couldn't tell him because he wouldn't believe her. No, Jason wasn't a man who believed in love or in the good of people. He didn't believe in people. He needed no one, he needed nothing, and he didn't expect anyone to ever care about him. Slowly she reached out and traced the J.

Azar did she wish she could get him to see how much she loved him. Slowly she let her fingers travel over his scars. She loved his scars, she loved him, if only she could make him understand.

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