Sting

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Lust railed against her mind like a rabid animal, hissing and spitting and clawing at the confines of Raven's mental walls. She bit back a curse and slid open the bathroom door, feeling the subtle push of foreign emotions against her powers. She sighed under her breath, wondering if today was the day she should finally tell him that she knew.

He'd been doing it for years, hiding in the body of some small insect, watching her shower. He liked to think that he was completely hidden under the consciousness of the animal he was inhabiting at the moment, but the truth was that once his own lust sank in, she knew. Of course she knew. A person couldn't have a surge of emotions that strong and expect an empath not to notice.

She knew what he had been doing for years.

But, Goddess help her, she had no idea why she allowed it to continue.

Maybe there was some sick part of her that enjoyed knowing she riled him up. Some twisted part of her soul that enjoyed the idea that she was the center of his voyeuristic tendencies, and controlled his carnal urges with mere images and memories of her body. There was something empowering in that idea, but it still didn't excuse the fact that he was watching her without her implicitly expressed permission.

Lust clawed at her again and Raven muttered "shut up" under her breath as she closed the door behind her. Training alone had always… aroused her, which is why she did it so rarely. Team training and battles were different, there were always x-factors and formations and new ways of reacting to attacks and stimuli. She was always focused and learning and never had time to think. But when she trained alone, there was nothing to keep her mind focused on the task. She wandered, thought, moved, all without missing a step in her own regimen.

And often, her mind wandered too far.

Beast Boy had walked in on her training once, and she had felt a surge of lust so powerful from him that it nearly sent her to her knees. She turned and they had stared at each other for minutes before he quietly ducked out of the room, closing the door behind him. The tension between them was so thick, that Raven was surprised nothing ignited in the emotional gasoline that filled the air. But she walked away, letting those hormones surround her until it felt like she was drowning in a sea of her own lust.

That had been the worst night of her life, and she had woken up with her sheets drenched in sweat, and who knows what else.

She felt his eyes turn on her, his excitement bubbling under the surface as she leaned over the bathroom sink, examining her skin. She bent in just the right way to show off the curve of her back as she looked closer at a cut near her jaw. Blood oozed through the small scratch and she bit back a groan. Mumbo had attacked her this morning, and while she had managed to come away sans any animal parts, he had still managed to get a few good hits in.

She reached around and pulled the zipper down the length of her back, letting it hit the floor along with her cloak. Cool air hit her overheated skin and she nearly groaned with the sensation, feeling Lust shiver and quiver with the feeling it gave her. Raven bit on her lower lip as Beast Boy's own lust pushed her senses again, reminding her that he was there, watching her.

As she unlatched her bra, she let her mind wander, wondering what it would be like to have Beast Boy undress her. To feel his calloused hands sliding over her skin as he removed her clothes layer by layer, until she lay completely exposed to him. He would stand back and admire her, tell her how beautiful she was…

Raven felt ashamed at that thought. She knew that she shouldn't need the affirmation of a man to tell her she's beautiful. She was strong and independent, and it wasn't necessary to have someone try to build her up when she was already a solitary force on her own. But the thought that Beast Boy thought she was attractive was an entirely different idea, a fantasy in and of itself.

She stepped out of her panties and opened the shower door, turning the water on. Curses flew out of the mouth the moment the cold water hit her skin, making her body react instantly. Another push of lust from Beast Boy, and she caught the faint image of him taking her peaked breast into his mouth as his fingers trailed over her body.

The thought was tempting.

Lust threw herself against her barriers again, crying out for release.

Raven steeled herself against her emotion's attack, threading her fingers through her hair massaging shampoo into her scalp. The touch nearly made her moan, and she leaned against the wall, letting the world drift away as exhaustion set into her bones.

What she wouldn't give to curl up into Beast Boy's arms and drift asleep. To feel his lips on her skin as he talked to her about boring, mundane things while they fell into slumber. He would tell one of his awful jokes and she would glare up at him from beneath the covers, trying to think of creative ways to get him to stop.

Color flooded her face and she righted herself, reaching for her washcloth. It was stupid and silly to have romantic fantasies like that. Beast Boy was a friend, albeit a friend who secretly watched her shower and had sexual fantasies about her, but still just a friend.

She lathered her body up, letting the soap slide down her body in patterns, washing away any dirt or grime from the battle this morning and her training this afternoon. For the first time in a long time she felt truly clean and refreshed, and it only relaxed her more, her barriers dropping.

Raven jolted as she washed down the front of her torso, trying to keep her shock from showing on her face. His thoughts had gotten stronger and louder and more persistent, and the image she caught was one of his face buried between her thighs, lapping her up like she was some kind of dessert. Her breath tightened in her lungs constricting the airflow to any other part of her body.

Lust rejoiced at the thought of acting on the image before the barriers holding her finally broke, and Raven was subject to the most intense wave of lust she had ever felt. Her body trembled in reaction, and it took all of her willpower not to scream out. Fighting her own emotion, she reached up to turn the shower off, but her hand hesitated.

Do it. Indulge for once.

But he'll see.

Let him see. Let him watch. Let him fantasize about plunging his raging cock into you.

The words were crude and vulgar, but they arose such strange feelings in her for once. She wanted to indulge in the simple pleasure of letting herself go, and if Beast Boy got to see, then so be it. The show was party for him after all. Swallowing whatever reservation she had, Raven grabbed the hand held shower head and made a show of rinsing off the rest her body before positioning the water between her legs. The sensation nearly made her scream, and she was surprised nothing had broken with the force of her emotions.

Vaguely, as she searched desperately for her own release, she felt her reservation, felt his eyes on her, felt his desire to release his animal form and take her. And secretly, she wanted him to. She would have much rather had him pin her against the shower surround, dominating her as they both gave into these feelings of pure, carnal lust.

Her breath hitched as she surrounded herself in the fantasy, imaging his hands gripping her thighs, his mouth on her neck, his…

His name fell from her lips as her body reached its pinnacle. She whimpered and let herself indulge in the feeling of sweet release for a few seconds before righting herself. Lust purred with contentment before returning quietly to her chains deep in Raven's psyche.

Raven rinsed herself off again, feeling better than she had before her shower, but she also felt… bereft? Was that the right word? Something inside her felt empty and strange, as if the act that she had just done was something that should have been shared. It felt a bit like she had eaten an entire cake by herself, and realized that part of enjoying it was sharing it.

Biting back her confusion, she stepped out of the shower and dried herself off, feeling Beast Boy's shocked stare follow her. She moved around the bathroom, forcing herself to take her time, lest he knew that she was aware of him. She opened the door, stopping at the threshold as her fingertips touched the smooth, plastic faceplate of the lightswitch.

Maybe...

She turned and looked at the small, almost invisible dot on the ceiling above the shower, and then turned the lights off, plunging the room into darkness.

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Another awkward and uncomfortable adventure from Xaphrin.
Sorry, I just couldn't stay away from a second chapter.

Anyway, let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!