I Do Not Own Teen Titans

Trying to Seduce the Other…

Jason was very comfortable about the fact he was never one to think with his dick or have his actions influenced by the sight of a gorgeous woman. And the fact that the sight of a sexy brunette had Bruce's head turning in distraction or the mere passing of a curvy, redhead reduced Dick to mush or the sight of a smart, curvy blonde had Tim also turning into a puddle, made him very pleased not to be hormonally driven. Damian was too young to be influenced by hormones, but Jason was just waiting for the brat to grow up and settle on a type because Jason saw enough of Bruce and Dick in the kid to see this being a distraction for him later.

Back to the point, Jason was not a man reduced to a painfully aroused, distracted liability because of a type of woman. He didn't have a type, he'd dated perky dainty blondes, sexy black haired vixens, mysterious silver sirens, and vivacious redheaded troublemakers. Yeah, he didn't have a type, and none of those girls had ever really distracted him to the point of being mush.

And then there was Raven.

Oh, that little demon had been fucking up jobs, missions, and sleep for him since he'd first landed eyes on her prancing around in that leotard at fourteen.

Now, one might not see Raven's delicate build or lack of assets as a turn on but holy shit was that demon distracting. The first time he saw her he eliminated her from the fight fast so he wouldn't get side tracked. The next day he saw a group of little girls in leotards and immediately decided Raven was a kid, she wasn't a woman. A few years later she started walking around in that cloak and that dress! It was hard to view her as a kid when she walked around in a dress like that! He had actually stopped in a fight when she had lost her cloak and tossed his at her so he could think.

But what really did him in for her was the catsuit and jacket.

Raven was not a curvy, vivacious, perky, or sexy woman. She was rather quiet, a little on the dark and mysterious side and tiny. The woman was small, she was tiny, she had nice legs and a sexy ass, but she did not have the tits which could drown a man or curves which had men getting lost. No, she was slim, slight, small, a fucking ballerina. Combined with her dark demeanor she was considered creepy, he just found her distracting.

They had started dating a few months back, unofficially, and it was mostly because they'd been set up on a blind date together as a joke from his family and her friends. It had started out as fake dating, mostly because Jason had been irked by an off handed comment from Dick and Garfield and now it was real dating.

However, he hadn't taken a step towards seducing Raven, or pushing her.

The demoness had her boundaries and he would respect them, though he wanted to jump the little bird's bones. God damn him when he saw her wearing a dress or his hoodie because she stole those frequently. But he would not push her, he would not scare her off, and he would not let her feel cheap which had him putting his hormones on the back burner, as usual.

At least that's where they normally were until he opened his apartment door to see his girlfriend standing in the freezing hallway in a trench coat and looking shy.

"Um… can I come in?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yeah," he moved, he looked at her legs, if he ever had a weakness it was a great pair of legs and Raven's were of the finest he'd seen.

"So, um… I know we're dating, but you haven't made a move…" Raven said as he locked his door and flipped the security bar in place and set his traps.

"Raven…" he stopped when he turned around and she was standing there in next to nothing, his brain was gone on vacation, and he was pretty sure it had invited his lungs with it as he just stared at her and felt everything he normally ignored come rushing to him.

"I'm interested if you are," she managed. Jason was on her, dragging her up as he hooked her legs around his hips and shoved her into the wall. Was he interested? Hell yes! Did he think he could articulate that? Fuck no.

His mouth was on hers' as she clung to him and tightened her hold on him, her fingers digging into the material of his shirt. He felt the lace she was wearing, it was red lace too; his favorite color, and he furiously tugged at it.

"Jason!" she breathed when he pulled away.

"Interested," he kissed the nape of her neck as his hand tightened on her thigh. "Doesn't cover what I want with you."

"You…" she gasped.

"Very fucking interested," he growled and tore the bra she'd been wearing. If women wanted shit like that to last they should make it in sturdier material. Raven gasped when he cupped her breast, she was small, but God above was she soft and warm.

"You're in for a long night little bird," he whispered and her empathy shoved against his psyche which had him moaning as he dragged her away from the wall and they stumbled to his room. Mostly he wasn't fucking her against the wall, yet, they'd get there. Dropping her to the bed he fell over her as he again kissed her, her fingers were dragging at his shirt and he slid his fingers over her curves.

He just might love her, he thought, he wasn't sure though, but he really just might.

Raven's fingers slid up his abs and he smiled as her hesitation turned into confidence.

That's all for now folks.

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