"What do you think you're doing, Raven?"
The Raven was perched elegantly atop the bar counter. Her strong, pale legs were crossed neatly at the angles, the stiletto straps tangles loosely together. Raven leaned back on her palm; a glass of dark wine in stark contrast with her right hand. Silken lavender strands were twisted away from her face, save a few wavy tendrils. Her crystalline eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on his, where they straitened in greeting.
Dick approached, immediately intoxicated by her natural euphoria. The intangible threads of black orchid and light mahogany pulled at his every scent until he was face to face with the mysterious sorceress.
"Elaborate." Her silvery voice was rough with gravelly undertones but unexplained sexy nevertheless.
"You know I'm competitive as hell," The sharp Titan offered a low chuckle as he took his scotch from the bartender with a curt nod. Sipping the tawny whiskey casually, Dick allowed his sapphire eyes to gaze at the crowd rather than his primary interest. He knew his attempt was absolutely futile due to Raven's abilities but he figured he'd put on the show anyway. "You don't even like redheads."
Raven caught his eye with a shy simper, setting down her wine glass and fidgeting with her garnet necklace. She wore a rich black turtleneck tank top which fell right above her navel before her dark distressed capri jeans. Her aura was casual and sexy and Dick couldn't help but think she was more attractive with every sunrise.
"I could like redheads," Raven mocked, drawing a raised brow from her boy. "Oh, don't worry so much Richard," she placed a hand on his tensed shoulder with a butterfly touch. "I'm not into Wally nor Roy."
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"I much prefer Gar."
The bartender laughed as Dick's expression became more irate. Raven cast her glance to the emerald toned changeling, who waved excitedly back. Tipping back his glass, Dick finished his drink, setting the heavy bottomed glass down with a slight slam. He leaned closer to the sorceress, tipping his chin down to glare at her with his hard sapphire eyes.
"Why do you tease me, preţios?" The Romanian pet name slipped from his tongue and wrapped around her mind in luxury.
He pressed his fingers beneath her chin, lifting her narrowed eyes to his. An amused smirk played her features as his fingers trailed down the side of her neck and beneath the roots of her hair.
"Let's get out of here," he coaxed, growing more and more desperate as Raven pulled his fingers from her hair. Her delicate finger circled the rim of her wine glass and she frowned at him with feigned distaste. It was clear she'd deemed his affection as inappropriate for a public setting. "Raven," he growled, leaning back on his heels. "When we got here, you couldn't wait to leave… With me," Dick cursed himself for whining.
"Suppose my interests have changed," Raven hopped off the bar counter, landing lightly on her black stilettos. On her feet, the sorceress was a bit smaller than Dick, and her curious fingers dangled on his belt loops. Her eyes widened in innocence.
"No," Dick took her shoulders and spoke firmly. "I didn't come here for you to leave with someone else. I'll wait for you."
Raven bit her lip, knowing he was at least leading her to believe her little game was working. Leaning up, her lips ignited his with a tender brush. He pulled her waist closer, trying to catch her lips again but just as quickly, she swifted away to meet his electrically charged eyes. Tracing her fingers over his jawbone, they trailed over his broad shoulder and the downward until they intertwined with his right hand. Azure eyes watched her every move, suddenly hungry for her touch.
With an upturn of her lips, Raven turned towards the exit to lead them out of the crowd. Casting a coy glance over her bare shoulder, Raven smirked.
"Good choice."