Pet
Chapter Four

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Raven's cheeks flushed bright red and she hastily pulled the hem of her skirt out of Jason's hands, trying to find the words that would help her save at least a little bit of face in some respect. She stumbled over herself, words not quite coming out right as she realized how close she had been to losing everything she stood in Jason's deep eyes and scarred hands. He had been, touching her and stroking her, not with an air of power or demand, but more of familiarity. It was as if he knew he wanted to earn her for… well, as he said… for both of them.

Both.

Shivering, she stepped down from the small step stool and reached for her bucket, ignoring the silent, knowing glances between her two employers as they chuckled softly at her. It was as if she were a very amusing game and both of them wanted to play. That was a frightening idea. She could barely ward off one of them at a time but two? She was practically asking to lose her sanity in a matter of moments if she let both of them so near her.

Licking her lips and pushing a stray lock of hair out of her eyes, Raven began to walk out of the room, stopping only when she felt hands on her shoulders. Garfield's warm breath, smelling faintly of mint and lemons, curled down the back of her neck and he leaned over her shoulder.

"Awe, come on, Raven… if Jason gets to play, I get to as well."

She didn't even have to turn around and look at him to know his eyes practically sparkled at her. What in the world were these two boys doing to her? And so quickly? She should have had better control of her own self, but she just couldn't. Not when they were so close, teasing her with that low laughter and promises of… gold leaf.

Garfield chuckled again, pulling her mind to the present. His lips, soft and gentle, kissed the back of her neck before trailing the soft flesh along her spine. He nipped at the curve of her hairline before kissing to her ear, barely whispering to her. "I think the room looks beautiful and you deserve a warm and heartfelt thank you."

She lifted her eyes to see Jason standing in front of her, his thumbs hooked in the belt-loops of his pants. His smile was lopsided and half-cocked, and something about that ridiculous, smarmy attitude made her want to punch him. It also made her want to trust him with every part of her body and soul, and that was such a stupid thought. She should know better than to trust people like Jason Todd and Garfield Logan with herself.

Operative word: should.

She should have known better. But right now, there were so many more interesting things to learn.

Raven licked her lips and before the soft affirmation had finished leaving her lips, Garfield's hands were wrapped tightly around her waist. He pulled her back against the thin, ropy press of his muscles, his mouth continuing to kiss up and down her neck and over her shoulders. His kisses were hot and needy, and even those they were innocent, they still left invisible brands over her skin. It was as if they spelled out the truth of their relationship: As long as you are here, you are ours.

Ours.

Jason's hands were trailing up the soft, plump flesh of her thighs again, fingers tracing the floral pattern of the lace around her thighs. While Garfield's kisses were sweet, in contrast Jason's hands spoke of nothing more than complete and utter sin. As if he knew that he could very well make her world explode in flames that would consume what was left of her. Even with the slight caress underneath the lace, Raven knew that those fingers and hands should be considered a weapon, and she would have to be careful around him.

Chuckling, Jason snapped the elastic of her garter teasingly as his free hand moved to flick open the buttons on her modest, professional maid's uniform. "I think we need to find you a new uniform, Little Bird." Flick. "Something a little more fascinating than this." Flick. "Something that reflects your… personality." Flick.

"I agree." Garfield's response was murmured between his kisses, hands sliding from around her waist the the fullness of her hips. Biting at her neck again, he began to gather the fabric of her skirt in his hands around her waist, lifting it higher for Jason's hands to stoke the fire even more. "I'm thinking something… lacy."

"Something red."

"Something silk."

"I like silk." Jason pushed aside her panties, but he didn't touch her. No, he simply looked into her clouded eyes with that infuriating smile and ran a feather-light touch up and down the length of her core, already dripping with need. The silent promises in his eyes were enough to send her heart ricocheting through her chest, and his fingers did nothing to ease her suffering. He never gave her what she so desperately needed, but merely hinted at the pleasures that would surely come if she were patient enough. "I think silk is an amazing idea."

"Agreed."

Garfield nipped at her again, his teeth sinking just a little deeper into her skin, and Raven's eyes fluttered as she let her head fall back against his shoulders, exposing her throat. The flames were now consuming every drop of her and it would be only a matter of moments before she lost the last dregs of herself to them. But she knew that no matter what she lost, they would give her something even better in return. Garfield growled low in his chest and leaned over her, scraping his teeth up and down her pulse, testing her boundaries with a single touch.

It was then that she lost control of her own voice, and a desperate moan escaped.

"To the bed." Jason's voice was barely human, as if something primal and carnal had taken over. His fingertip pressed just a little deeper into her core, finding her clit and offering soft, sure strokes against the nerves. Raven twitched, her thighs tightening around his hand as he circled her clit again.

"I want her on the bed and I can't wait anymore…" Jason slipped a single finger into her, his body practically screaming with need. "I'm so hungry."

"Agreed."

Garfield's hands pulled her nearly limp form to the bed, spreading her out over the silk brocade of the comforter and letting her head rest against a pillow that likely cost more than a day's wages for her. Everything felt delicate and gentle, almost, like heaven was wrapping around her before dragging her deep into the fires of hell. Garfield's soft, tender hands finished unfastening the buttons on her dress until her plain, black bra was completely exposed.

"Gorgeous. I don't think we should get you a new uniform at all, Raven." He slipped his hands into the cups and began teasing her nipples with pinches and flicks and strokes, over and over until Raven thought she might come from the sensation alone. Leaning over her, he pressed kisses to her lips and jaw before trailing them down her neck again to the swell of her breasts. "I think you should just wear nothing more than your underwear…" He nipped at her skin before pulling the cups down to expose her fully. "…or you should just stay naked all day."

Before Raven had a moment to feel even a little bit of shame, she felt Jason pulling at the length of her legs insistently. His hands burned into her skin, pulling at her as if she was his only life source. "Spread your legs, Little Bird." Jason's breath was hot against her thigh, foreshadowing the delicious things to come. He pushed her skirt even farther up on her hips, exposing all of her secrets for him. "I want to taste you."

She did as she was told, watching those full lips and intense stare kiss up her thighs before-

The door bell.

Jason cursed and he pulled back, watching Garfield's annoyed expression.

"Chicago. I fucking forgot about the Chicago CFO's visit."

"Today!?" Garfield groaned and immediately set to redressing Raven, putting her back together in half the time it took to undress her. He cursed under his breath and glared at Jason. "I can't believe... you forgot? I don't even know how to handle this! I am so fucking pissed at you, right now. And I've got this raging boner and our lovely maid is unsatisfied and what the fuck are we supposed to do about that?"

Raven blinked and her eyes lifted to the newly cleaned ceiling fan, listening to the cheery sound of the chimes at the front door. Was this really happening? Right now of all times? She threw her hand over her eyes and took a few deep breaths, thinking that maybe this was for the best.

"Later." Jason sat up and straightened his shirt, his eyes turning on both of them. "We'll finish this later."

Garfield snorted. "We better."

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