Sting
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Beast Boy looked down at Raven, pulling hair off her neck as he peppered kisses down her bare spine. He slid his fingertips over her flawless skin, knowing her healing powers had kept years of scars from ever showing what her profession had once been.
He had never felt so comfortable or warm in his life, and he was afraid to move, as if it would break the dream between them. Just yesterday he would have never even held the idea that he would (or could) be in the place he was now: buried under Raven's comforter, surrounded by the soft afterglow of their lovemaking.
She glanced up from her textbook and raised an eyebrow. "I'm trying to study."
"Naked?" He chuckled and tugged on her earlobe with his teeth as a blush erupted over her pale skin. He would never get tired of seeing that beautiful red color on her. His hand slid under the cover of her book and pulled it away from her, setting it on her nightstand. "Come on, Rae. It's almost five. You need to get at least some sleep before you head into work."
"Well, my study time was interrupted, so now I need to study too."
He smiled down at her, unrepentant for his actions.
Raven sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fine."
He leaned down and kissed her innocently before removing himself from the sanctuary of her blankets. Raven watched as he reached for his clothes, piled next to the bed, and quickly dressed. As he tied up his sneakers to leave, there was a black heaviness that appeared in his stomach, and he turned around to look at Raven. "So, I'm hanging out with Cy tonight for a bit, but I should be done around one or so. Did you want me to stop by your work? Maybe bring you lunch? I know a place around the corner from your office that makes a mean portobello burger."
"I still enjoy eating meat, Gar." Raven looked up at him from beneath the folds of her downy, white comforter. "Besides, George isn't going to let you in, you know that right? You already tried earlier today and he will have none of that."
He chuckled and ran his hand through her hair, smiling. "I don't need George's permission to come in, do I?"
"Technically yes, since he is the doorman." There was a long pause before she sighed in defeat and propped herself up on her pillows. "There's a holo-ring in my coat pocket. It should still be programmed to your DNA as well as mine."
He laughed. "Okay. I'll bring you lunch… and maybe a snack." He tugged teasingly on her hair, knowing Raven knew full well that he wasn't talking about food. He watched her blush again and started for the door. "I'll see you later, Rae."
"Bye."
He turned off the lights in her apartment and grabbed the holo-ring from her coat pocket as he made his way to the door. Something inside him felt full. That was the only way he could describe the way he felt right now. It didn't feel like the pointless encounters he had with fangirls, where he left feeling satiated, but not satisfied. This felt like something worth keeping. Something worth working for.
His fingertips touched the handle to her front door and he felt a smile spread across his lips before he could stop it. "Bye, Raven."
Her soft reply feathered over him as he stepped into the hallway. "Bye, Gar."
The cold November air pushed at him and he zipped his coat up around himself, stepping onto the sidewalk and away from the warmth of Raven's apartment. Something inside him felt strange leaving her alone. Hanging out with his friends sounded fun and all, but at the end of the day, he wanted to curl around Raven and let himself soak up the soft feeling of her emotions threading through him until they both fell back asleep.
He wanted to be with her.
God. He was such a sap.
He knew, logically, that he was just high on endorphins, but he couldn't seem to bring himself down. And, he wasn't sure if he wanted to just yet.
He walked a few blocks before jumping on the bus and heading to the other part of town, where Cyborg was waiting for him. As he settled into the aged seat, his eyes stared at a couple towards the front of the bus, their hands intertwined, whispering things into each other's ears. The guy laughed and nuzzled his girlfriend's neck, and she squealed in response, trying to pull away. It was saccharinely sweet. An interaction between lovers, and something Beast Boy would have never noticed before his stolen moments with Raven.
He bit back a groan. Why was everything leading back to her? Nothing had changed in his life except that he had Raven. That didn't make him eat meat, didn't make him suddenly like the color pink, it didn't change who he was. So, why was he daydreaming about her? Why did it feel like the whole world was changing around him? Sighing, he stared out the window, losing himself in thoughts of her until his stop came up.
Cyborg was standing outside of the movie theater with tickets in hand, scowling as his best friend walked up to him. He shook his head. "Man, I thought you were going to be late and I was going to have to punch you in the face. You've been pestering me about this damn movie since it came out. What kept you?"
Beast Boy shrugged, trying to keep his face from betraying his emotions. "Date… ish… thing. Ya know me and… fangirls."
Cyborg stared down at him and rolled his eyes. "Dude, you get more tail than anyone I've ever known. I think the only guy who has you beat is Speedy."
"Ha ha. Whatever." Where he would have once boasted, Beast Boy decided to keep his mouth shut. It didn't feel right talking about Raven as if she was just another fangirl. "Just give me the ticket, dude. I've been dying to see this movie. I heard it's supposed to be scarier than Hell Raisers II."
"Sure, dude." Cyborg handed his friend his ticket and eyed him cautiously. "We're still going out to the bar after this right? Speedy said he'd meet us there."
"Yeah." He shoved his hands in his pocket, trying not to focus on how much he didn't want to be at the bar. Right now, it was the last place he wanted to be, but he didn't feel like admitting to his friends that he had a lover. And that his lover was their ex-teammate. Who had walked out on them.
He forced a smile. "Yeah, of course we are."
Inside the theater, he fidgeted in his seat, tore up his ticket, and didn't even pay attention to the previews. It was awful. He couldn't focus on the movie he'd been waiting all autumn to see, and he checked his cell phone at least twice to see if Raven had texted him. She hadn't. And not that it was a surprise, considering he had told her to go to sleep, he had still held out some hope that she might have reached out to contact him.
He really was a sap.
Or, it was like she was a drug and he was going through withdrawal.
The movie ended and Beast Boy tried to pretend to care about what his friend was talking about. Discussing the gore scenes and blood spatters, and how totally awesome the CG was for the scarecrow-demon-thing. Whatever made him happy to talk about, and whatever kept his attention away from the fact that his usual partner-in-crime was being uncharacteristically silent.
Beast Boy continued to feel anxious as he sat at the bar. Around him stood at least five pretty girls all chatting with him or Cyborg or Speedy, desperately trying to get in one of their pants. It was sad and pathetic, and a few days ago he would have caved under their pressure, taking pleasure where he could find it, but now it just upset him. But, that didn't mean he had to be rude to them. Beast Boy shook his head and leaned back against the bar top, trying to be interested in whatever crap the girl in front of him was talking about.
He didn't care. Jesus, he didn't give a flying fuck. All he wanted was to be back by Raven's side, hearing her calm, even voice as they talked boring, menial things. He wanted to smell the soft scent of tea and fresh water, and feel the plum colored silk of her hair brush against his cheeks.
He checked his phone for the hundredth time that night, it was almost one. He breathed a sigh of relief. One was an appropriate time to call it quits for the night without raising any suspicions, and Raven would have been buried in files now, plugging away as she listened to Tchaikovsky or Wagner. He imagined her fingers flying across the keyboard with the same delicacy and accuracy as she touched his own body, knowing exactly where to stroke to illicit the correct response.
Her fingers fascinated him. He imagined taking them into his mouth, sucking on the skin as her breath hitched. He would smell her arousal as his tongue swirled around her fingers. She would pull closer, moaning slightly as his hand dipped into her center, feeling her wet for him.
"Man, are you okay?"
Cyborg's voice pulled him out of his daydream and Beast Boy shook his head. He felt his face darken in embarrassment as he realized that he had been fantasizing about Raven in a very public place. He laughed it off and rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah. Sorry, dude, I've been out of it lately."
"I'll say." He snorted incredulously. "You haven't made a single move yet tonight."
"I'm just… I don't know, bored, maybe? There's nothing really all that interesting here tonight." He shrugged and picked up his jacket, moving toward the door and trying to ignore the shocked and confused stare from his friend. "Ya know, I think I'm gonna go for a walk or grab a veggie burger or something. You're fine with just hanging out with Roy, right?"
Cyborg eyed him carefully. "Yeah. Sure. I'll call you if we need anything."
"Cool. See ya later, dude." Beast Boy stepped out of the bar, ignoring the stares from the other girls around him and started down the sidewalk, fingering the holo-ring in his pocket. When he was a good enough distance slid the ring on, knowing he had the appearance of a green-eyed blonde-haired young man who looked nothing like his true self.
Hopefully it would be a good enough disguise to fool the doorman.
Stopping by the restaurant and ordering two portobello burgers to go (he would make her a vegetarian yet), he had a moment to stop and seriously think about what he was doing.
He knew, logically, that their most recent encounter was lust driven, even if there had been love behind it. But if he actually sat down and broke apart his sudden and new relationship, he realized that he was having sex with an ex-teammate who broke his heart. A part of him screamed that this was dangerous, that she was going to betray him again, and that he was going to be hurt.
But another, larger part of him was just too damn happy to give a fuck.
Grabbing his burgers, he started down the sidewalk again, trying to think about how he wanted to surprise her. If he talked to the doorman, there was the chance he would have to call Raven, and then the surprise would be spoiled. He debated for a moment on whether or not he should have just turned into a fly and buzzed his way downstairs to avoid George, but decided that if he wanted to win Raven's favor, he was probably going to have to do things right.
He smiled and pushed his blonde hair out of his face. "Hello, George."
The doorman eyed him carefully, as if no one had ever called him by his first name before. "And you are?"
"My name is Garfield, I am here to see Rachel Roth." He tried to give a convincing smile, but knew he was too anxious to have it look genuine. "I brought her lunch, but I'm trying to surprise her, so… is there anyway you can let me in without telling her that I'm here?"
George huffed and glared at him. "Sorry, I have rules."
"Please?" Beast Boy tried to look innocent, but he was fidgeting too much. "It would mean a lot to her and me if you could just let me in."
That was the card he needed to play. George clearly had a soft-spot for Raven, and he glanced around before giving into defeat. "Fine, I'll let you in. But if I get in trouble for this, I'm going to have Miss Rachel take it out of your hide."
"Fair enough." He waved as George opened the door for him. "Thanks. I owe you one."
"Yeah, whatever."
Having scoped out the building before, Beast Boy knew that Raven's "office" consisted of the cavernous basement surrounded by stacks of ancient files that (for some reason) needed to be entered into the intranet of the company she worked for. It was boring, menial work, but Raven seemed to enjoy it, and at the end of the day it paid her bills.
Beast Boy took the stairs, trying to be as quiet as he could, and headed down into the lair. He stepped onto the carpeted floor, listening to the soft sound of Swan Lake playing through the space as his eyes searching through the the stacks and rows of filing cabinets until he saw her.
Raven was bent over a drawer tucked in the back corner of the maze, humming to herself as she pulled files out of drawers. Beast Boy stood there and admired the way she looked: her perfect, round ass raised in the air as the lace-tops of her thigh-high stockings peeked out from under the hem of her pristine pencil skirt. He bit his lip and grinned, loving the idea of taking his poised and polished Raven and turning her into a the lusty secretary.
He snuck up behind her, sliding a hand under her skirt. He groaned into her ear as his skin came in contact with skin. She was pantiless.
Raven stilled and looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes narrowing at him. "You could just ask you know."
He leaned over her back, pressing his lips to ear. His teeth caught her earlobe and tugged, eliciting a moan from her. "It's so much easier to take though. And you're so helpless." He slipped a finger inside her, and she immediately pushed back against his onslaught, eager for his physical attention. "You're already so wet,Raven. Were you waiting for me? Or just hopeful?"
"Both?" She pushed her cosmetic glasses back up on her nose. Something he secretly found kind of sexy.
Beast Boy chuckled and slid his free hand up the front of her blouse, unbuttoning a few of the small, pearl buttons. Raven gave a quiet, reserved moaned as his hand slipped under her shirt and cupped her breast through the cups of her bra. His thumbs feathered over her nipples as her heat bathed his hand. It was like another hit of her drug, and he was riding the high until he was forced to come down.
Raven panted, her fingers gripping the drawer so tightly it threatened to break. "Are you going to tease me or fuck me?"
"Tease first." He added a second finger and hiked her skirt up around her waist, watching her back arch as he pleasured her. She whispered his name between clenched teeth and it almost brought him to his knees. "Fuck you senseless second."
It didn't take long to have her quivering under his fingers, gasping and begging for him to push her over the edge and let her come. He thought about denying her request, to see what her reaction would be, but decided that was an experiment left for another time. There was a moment suspended in time where she neither breathed nor moved, and then the waves of pleasure came crashing through them. She moaned into her shoulder, obviously trying to keep some front of propriety, even when her lover had her exposed like a centerfold.
Beast Boy tugged her skirt back down and stepped away, giving her space. He could feel the satisfaction that he could had given her, but also the slight feeling of regret that he hadn't claimed her body with his.
He smiled. That was for later.
She sighed and turned around to look at him, readjusting the neat updo on the top of her head as a shy smile spread across her lips. "I was getting worried that you might not show up, or that you had lead me on with empty promises."
"And miss seeing you completely pantiless and bending over a filing cabinet? Not on your life." He pushed her back against the cool metal and kissed her softly, his hands resting on her hips as she pushed against him. Her hand journeyed down the planes of his chest before she feathered her fingertips over the bulge in his pants. He groaned into her mouth, pulling away to click his tongue at her disapprovingly. "Come on, Rae. You can't have dessert until you have lunch."
Another blush erupted over her face and she pulled back as if she had been burned. It was all Beast Boy could do not to laugh. Of all the things he could have said to her, that was the one that made her blush? He ignored the space she had put between them and buttoned up her shirt, erasing all evidence that he had just pleased her.
"But really, lunch is here."
"Oh."
He nipped at her lips again, threading his fingers through her own and leading her back to her desk. "Let's eat first, and then we can discuss the rest of the night's… activities."
Her surprised gasp almost made him lose it.
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This was originally much longer than I had anticipated, so I chopped it up a bit. But, heads up, the next chapter will be pure, unadulterated office smut. So… be prepared.
Also, below is a short scene that I couldn't fit anywhere, but I wanted to use it to quell a question that keeps popping up:
Beast Boy nuzzled her neck, reveling in the afterglow of their lovemaking. His lips traveled along her shoulders before he stopped at her clavicle, frowning.
Raven seemed to notice the sudden tension inside him and looked down at the top of his head. "What?"
He stumbled over his words for a moment. "I didn't… you know… wrap myself. Are we going to…"
"No." Raven shrugged. "I'm barren."
"How do you know?"
"Because, I think I know my own body, Gar. Besides, I'm a half-breed… you know, like a mule. I'm sterile."
He frowned at the thought of Raven comparing herself to a mule, but shrugged as well. "Oh… so what about children?"
"I figured I would adopt them. If I wanted them." There was a long pause. "That's a huge if."
He pondered that statement for a moment. "Oh. I guess that makes sense." There was another long pause between them before he picked himself up, blanketing his body with hers. "In that case, want to see if three is our lucky number?"
Questions quelled? Good.
Anyway, let me know what you think. Thanks for reading!