Author's Note: I love this chapter, its the very scene I wrote this whole fic for. BTW concubines is a term for a personwho is having sexual relations with a man or womanwho is not her husband/wife...or boyfriend/girlfriend...hmmm.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans.
Chapter 15 - Of Concubines
Jinx sat in her office, chewing off the eraser on her pencil. Her pink streaked blonde hair was tied in a messy bun with the worst hair tie, making it look more messy than sexy, more than just two strands falling down on her face. Her attire wasn't exactly flattering either, she her jean work overalls and her now dirty red plaid button-up shirt, two sizes too big. Her reading glasses rested on the edge of her nose as she leaned back, staring at the computer screen, chewing on her pencil.
Her mind was on her work. After the break in, she and Vic had been working night and day to re-update the security system before the British Museum's security man got there. The plan was double enforcing the windows and outing small vibration sensors on each piece that would detect if it was removed from its pedestal, each of course would have its own individual line to the system. All of the codes for the motion sensors were now randomized every 12 hours and the cameras were also under lock and key. The beams from each display case was being changed from infrared beams to straight wire to be implanted in the floor. All of this would mean retiling the hall and bringing in loads of new equipment. They were now in the process of ordering the new window re-enforcements and the tiling men were to be hired tomorrow. Victor was now at his temporary office down the hall doing background checks on the workmen.
"Hi there," A rich velvety voice called to her from the doorway. Jinx looked up and saw Karen Beecher leaning against the door way. Note to self: lock doors. Jinx looked at the woman up and down. She wore a grey business suit, a pencil skirt with matching blazer. Her hair, as opposed to Jinx's static ridden mess, was in a neat bun. There was a silk scarf thrown carelessly around her neck which was now loosened giving a full view of her breasts. Jinx felt instantly threatened, and not in terms of business.
"Ms. Beecher, you shouldn't be back here," Jinx saw her eyebrow raise, "Well since you're authority, I suppose we could make an exception. So, state your business." Jinx rose from her seat, setting her glasses down and tucking the pencil behind her ear. Suddenly the difference between the two women hit her. In the elegance department, Karen won hands down. She had strong but smooth long legs and was about a foot taller than Jinx. As a matter of fact, she was about Victor's height. Jinx on the other hand was a measly 5 foot, short snappish blonde who right now looked like she should be working in a mine with 6 other companions.
"Actually, I'm here to see Victor. You don't mind, do ya girl?" For a moment, Jinx didn't trust herself to speak.
Jinx put on an over exaggeratedly fake smile, showing far too much teeth so that it was more of a snarl, "Why ask me? It's none of my business what ever goes on between the two of you. He's just in his office down the hall."
"I've never actually been to his office."
The smile was plastered onto her face, "Then I'd be happy to show you."
Just then, Victor passed by her door eating a sausage from outside. He stopped and saw the scene that was happening between the two women and choked on his last bite. Clearing his throat and pounding on his chest with his fist, he managed to clear it out.
"Hello ladies," he said. Karen turned around, a twinkle in her amber eyes and greeted Victor with a sultry touch on the arm.
"Hey Sparky, how ya been doin?" Jinx jaw nearly dropped when she saw this and Victor turned bright red.
Jinx crossed her arms in front of her chest and stood leaning her weight on her left side; she quickly tapped her right toe on the ground and kissed her teeth, "Yeah Sparky, how are you doing?" Victor cleared his throat several times while he made his way nervously to where Jinx stood behind the table and kissed her on the cheek.
"I'm good," he turned to Karen, "And what might this pleasure be regarding Agent Beecher?" His voice was rough and squeaky, he kept and arm around Jinx's waist while his palm kept sweating.
"Actually, Ms. Hagge was about to escort me to your office. But now you're here so," her face quickly went from playful to serious, "I need to speak with you in private, Victor." Victor nodded in agreement and kissed Jinx on the cheek again.
He stayed leaned in and whispered into her ear, "Just an ex, I swear. Please don't be mad. I'll make it up to you later, I swear, its just business." He kissed her again before heading out the door and leading Karen to his office.
"Do you have any idea what they stole?" Karen sat on the armchair across from Victor's desk; he was standing by the garbage, cleaning his hands with small wet napkins.
"No, but I have a feeling you're gunna tell me and I better be paying attention cuz its important. And by the way, way to get me in trouble back there."
"A knife and a menat."
"You're ignoring me, fine. A knife and a menat, and?"
"And? Victor don't you see? This was just a warning. They just wanted to show us that they could take anything they wanted. Why else leave everything behind after going through all the trouble of packing it? Do you even know what the implications of those two items were?" Victor sat down and shook his head. Karen rested her forehead on a palm and let out an exasperated sigh.
"A menat is a piece of jewellery thought to be associated with the Egyptian goddess Hathor. She was a drunken fool who embodied many things, love and pleasure among them. This was a natural choice for Kinyago, the prankster prince of the crime world. But the knife, the dagger, was gold gilded and bore the sign of the god Onuris. The Egyptian god of war." Victor suddenly snapped to attention at Karen's impromptu history lesson.
"Each piece they stole represented what kind of person they really are. Kinyago the menat which was relatively dull aside from the bits of gold a lapis lazuli, and it represented his light heartedness. But the dagger, gold, priceless. A weapon bearing the mark of the god of war. Victor, he's dangerous. If I have to stop this I will and I have the authority to," Karen leaned into Victor's desk, at this point he had his hand on his chin and stared out the window in deep thought. "Victor, Raven's life may be in danger."
Raven stepped out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel loosely around her body. After she got home, she did some work and took a nap for about three hours. She woke up to find it was nine o' clock and that her body was sore from all of the falling she had been doing. She then decided to take a bath before bed, staying in for an hour or so. Standing but still in the tub, she rung out her hair beside her then let it hang limply around her shoulders.
She walked into the kitchen and placed a kettle on the stove, setting it on low. Raven walked around back to the washroom to drain out all of the water then made her way to the darkened living room. Her hands fumbled along the wall searching for the light switch. She found it, flicked it on and turned slightly. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a small paper butterfly flutter towards her and a small cracking sound followed. She turned around and gasped.
On her brown leather recliner was Kinyago. His mask was rolled up again and he donned his usual black suit. But now his hands were un-gloved, she saw the gloves sticking out of the side of his belt, and his hands cracking his knuckles.
"About time, it took you long enough to get out of that bath." Raven pressed her back against the wall but didn't scream; she could only imagine the expression on her face.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Raven leered at him, forgetting for a second that she only wore a towel.
"Oh, come on. Is that the way your mother taught you to greet guests?" He smiled and crooked his head to the side.
"You are not welcome here Kinyago…"
"So you have heard of me. And here I thought my publicist was slacking off." He kept grinning at her, as if they were old pals having a friendly chat. Raven was furious now. He had broke into her home and now sat in her recliner making jokes.
"Just, what the fuck are you doing here?" Raven's voice elevated as he rose out of the seat and started to slowly approach her. He was quite built and she took note of that. Then she shook herself mentally and reminded herself of one truth, he was a thief. A thief who was out to rob her exhibit.
"Oh, you know, just stopping by to say hello, beautiful." He took another step towards her, his hands out to his side palm facing up.
"Funny."
"On the contrary, I'm being quite truthful." Another step.
"Well, I'll go get my ice skates then cuz hell must have frozen over," she snapped back and he tilted his head back in laughter before stepping forward again.
Raven herself wasn't amused, "Just in case you're planning on robbing the exhibit, I thought I'd warn you that we'll have a better security system than originally planned." As the very words left her mouth, she wondered why on earth she was telling him this. I just threw the frikking gauntlet down in front of him. Dumb, so fucking stupid. What is wrong with me?
"So I should cross Cleopatra off of my must-have list?"
"If you value your ass, and I hear you do."
"As a matter of fact I do." Another step.
"Then leave, get out of Toronto." Why was she helping him? She should have shut up abut two sentences ago. She realised her current situation; not two steps away from an international art thief who is planning on robbing the very exhibit she's working on in nothing but a towel.
"But we both know you don't want me to do that now do you, Raven," he crooked his head again to the other side and ginned widely, "Don't hit me but you're magnificent when you're angry. Of course your," he cleared his throat, "attire doesn't hurt either."
She laid a hand on her hip, "So that's why you're here? To gawk at me half naked?"
He smiled and shook his head, "No… I came to do this." He closed the gap between then and took her face in his hands, kissing her gently. She should have stepped on his toe, or punched him in the gut; instead she tilted her head up and accepted his offer.
She felt his hand at her throat, warm and hard and felt his other hand wander down and grab her around the waist, holding her against him. She didn't even fight. She merely felt herself give in and melt into his arms; she didn't even notice her hands tightly grabbing the sides of his shirt and pulling him closer.
It was a peculiarly teasing kiss, without force yet there was an underlying desire he didn't even try to hide. An inner battle had been waging inside of her the moment she saw him in her chair, but now it was silenced. All she could think of was the hard heat of his body against hers and the seduction of the kiss.
Suddenly, the warmth of his hand on her neck disappeared and she felt the lights go out around her, hearing the soft click of the switch. He pulled away and grabbed her hands, removing them from his side and placing them by hers. They were both breathing heavily when he leaned in close to her ear, his hot breath on her neck sending sensations down her spine.
"Don't forget me Raven," were the last things she heard before she felt him back away completely. For a while she just stood there, leaning against the wall, her wet hair leaving an imprint on the wall. Standing alone in darkness, Raven stood there furiously cursing herself. Dammit, How easy, How fucking easy. How maddeningly easily had he managed to fascinate her mind and affect her body.
I don't even know his fucking name! All I know is the infamous name of a conniving thief. She sighed and put a hand to where he had his hand on her neck and froze. She felt the miniature beads of a necklace that wasn't there before. She quickly turned around, flicked on the lights and saw in the mirror that she was wearing the stolen menat.
She looked at herself in the mirror for a while, wearing the necklace. Her mind went over his last words. They had a finality to them that Raven couldn't make up her mind about. Is he really gone for good?
A/N: (wolf whistles) Yea! Go Kinyago! I love this guy, he's so much fun to play with, not to mention hot. This is where that little butterfly comes in, I told you everthing was significant. Now if you want a head start on everyone else, you'll read back and notice the little hints I've been dropping about how this might end.