Strong arms wrapped around her waist, and he growled viciously. Raven awoke to his face buried in the curve of her right side. She tipped her head downward to see that his eyes were squeezed shut and his face had a fierce look of determination.
"Garfield?" She whispered, running a hand through his messy hair.
His arms squeezed her tighter and he rolled to his back, pulling her under him. "No, please, no Raven," he whimpered, as he kept rolling until he was straddling her stomach. His heavy head pressed against her chest, and his ear was pressed over her heartbeat like a stethoscope.
Raven sighed. Clearly she wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight, although she never did when they were together. It's not like they did anything, and they never had before. But their late night conversations and cuddling could be quite stimulating, keeping her up for hours after Garfield had begun to snooze.
Anyway, the young shape shifter sleeping on top her it was alright, she decided. Until he started pulling on her hair.
She reacted without thinking, and black swirls of magic dumped the green titan on the ground next to her bed.
The changeling shot up, and rubbed his head. "Ow, Rae." He hissed at her with distaste. "What was that for?"
He noticed her disheveled hair and irritated face and shut his mouth. Oh.
"Garfield,"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry Raven." He waved her off. They hadn't done anything, or each other, so he must've woken Raven up somehow else.
"Gar." He cocked his head at her. She twisted a loose thread on her hem of her nightie and bit her puffy bottom lip. "What do you dream about?"
It was dark in her room, and everything was in it's place. Well, everything except the two people sleeping there. Raven's purple locks had been in a loose braid, but thanks to Garfield, now wavy purple hair shrouded her shoulders. A black lace nightie barely covered her, and her eyes were drooping adorably with fatigue. She rubbed her collarbone in anxiety as she awaited his response.
Why lie to her about his dreams? They were already sleeping together, anyway. "You, mostly."
Her thin brows furrowed and she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Then, she pat the right side of the bed, where he had started out sleeping.
"Well," his eyes darted across the carpet as he slowly stood and sat next to her on the bed. "It's like I chase you." He explained, seeming unsure of himself. "Like you're running until you reach your room. Then you stop, I reach out for you, grabbing on to anything I can… And you close the door. I can never really get you."
Raven shook her head, puzzled. She didn't want him to dream those things. And she loved him like she'd never loved anyone before. They were together, for crying out loud, and he still felt like she shut him out. She had to put an end to his dreams, otherwise they might turn into her nightmares.
"You should know I love you."
"I do."
Raven rubbed her lips together and took his left hand with both of hers. She didn't know what else to do, to help him his dreams. Shrugging softly, she pulled the straps of her nightie down, letting them rest on her shoulders suggestively and alluringly. Of course, she was nervous. But she wanted him to know she loved him.
"Well, let me show you."
