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After morning training, Raven is too sore to take the stairs today and walks with Kori into the elevator. Before the doors close, Garfield eyes her curiously and takes a step in her direction. But Raven shakes her head and Garfield pulls back and redirects towards the stairwell.
Somehow, despite taking the stairs, Garfield has beaten Raven to the door of her bedroom. Based on the new sweat on his brow, it was no small feat to outrun the elevator.
“Hi?” she questions him as he leans against the wall catching his breath.
“Why?... No… stairs?” he pants. “I … do something… wrong?”
“What? No?” she whispers back. “It was a leg day for me. My thighs and glutes are on fire. And if you suddenly took the elevator with me, it would look suspicious.”
“But I can … carry you,” he huffs.
Raven quickly checks her surroundings before grabbing a fistful of Garfield’s sweat-drenched shirt and pulling him to the privacy of her bedroom.
Garfield happily lets her pull him inside.
“Come here, you handsome little weirdo,” Raven groans as she slams his body into hers. Her hands reach for his face and pull him down into a kiss.
Garfield still hasn’t caught his breath but would rather suffocate than break off Raven’s fierce kiss.
Finally, Raven lets him catch his air, “It’s cute that you’d offer to carry me after a workout, but you don’t need to burn yourself out for me.”
“Aww. But I want to!” he whines.
She shakes her head at him, “You don’t need to read too much into everything either. My affection for you isn’t fragile. I don’t want you interpreting little things like me taking the elevator instead of the stairs as me being ‘mad at you’ or something. If I’m mad at you—you’ll know—because I’ll tell you. Okay? I didn’t enter this secret relationship on a whim or out of pity. I wouldn’t be doing this—risking my position on this team or in this dimension—if you weren’t a very special person to me.”
A dumb and dreamy smile pulls at the corners of Garfield’s mouth. “Aww, Rae. Are you saying that you have a crush on me?”
She rolls her eyes but her lips twitch into a grin, “Yeah, yeah… something like that.”
A small possessive growl rumbles in Gar’s throat as he grabs Raven’s waist and pulls her tight against him. She gasps.
Her eyes flutter close and she whispers, “Touch me, Garfield.”
Another growl lets loose, and in a low and gravelly register he asks, “Where?”
Her eyes still closed, her brows furrow, “Anywhere. Just touch me like I’m yours.”
Garfield bends down until his forehead rests on hers, “You are mine,” he corrects her.
“Then explore me,” she exhales softly.
“Maybe you could use a little massage after the workout you’ve had today …”
“That sounds nice,” she sighs.
“Lay down,” he whispers as he nods his head towards her bed. “I’ll take care of you.”
Internally, Raven cringes at the thought of laying down on her nice bed while still sweaty. However, she needs to wash her sheets anyway.
So, Raven climbs on top of her duvet and lays face down. All too giddy, Garfield climbs onto the bed behind her. He straddles her waist as he begins to rub her shoulders. She expected an amateur job at best—maybe a few karate chops and a gentle squeeze to her tightened trap muscles—but no. Garfield’s hands worshipped her body with an unparalleled reverence and a deft expertise.
“Oh my god,” Raven moans. “This feels amazing.”
“Good,” his voice is soft as velvet in her ears.
“Where did you learn how to massage like this? This is incredible.”
“Remember that two week spa retreat I went on in Costa Rica a few years ago?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“Turns out I didn’t read the brochure that closely and it was actually a two-week accelerated massage therapy training camp.”
“Seriously? And you didn’t say anything?” Raven smirks. “You just went through with it?”
“It was still a relaxing break from hero shit,” he shrugs. “And look, now it’s coming in handy… aren’t you glad I can’t read?”
She chuckles, “You’re ridiculous.”
Garfield clears his throat, “Now, uh, if you want the best results … you should, uh, take off your shirt. Less things in the way and all that …”
Raven sighs. “Alright. I guess I’ll trust the masseuse to know best,” she says, wryly.
Garfield dismounts her and politely turns away as she sits up to take off her sweaty T-shirt.
“Aw, did they teach you proper client-conduct in that camp, too?” She teases him for averting his eyes.
“Well—yeah—but Rita taught me how to be a gentleman way before that. I don’t know if you know this, but I’m a classy guy, Rae …” he brags, with a little smirk that she can’t see.
Raven unzips out of her high-impact sports bra and flings it at the back of Garfield’s head. Once again, she lays face-down on the bed with her forehead resting on her folded forearms. “Oh, yeah?” She challenges him. “And when am I getting my panties back, then? Huh?”
Garfield’s posture turns rigid. “Okay, fine—look—I’m trying my best, okay? I’m fighting a lot of animal instincts just to be a half-way decent dude.”
“You are far more than half-way decent,” she reassures him. She smiles, “And you can turn back around now.”
Slowly, Gar turns around. His heart pounding at the sight of Raven’s fair and elegant bare back. He itches to scrape his fangs along her delicate skin and mark her as his beloved. But he swallows the desire.
Garfield continues to knead away at Raven’s knotted muscles. His calloused fingers brush firmly against the sides of her breasts as he works his thumbs into the flesh beneath her shoulder blades. Absent-mindedly, she starts to push herself off the bed a little as if to allow him more access to her bare chest.
“You’re crazy, if you think I can handle giving you a lymphatic massage without it getting sexual,” he mutters.
“Well, my ass and thighs are really sore, too, you know …” she entices him. “Maybe you could work some of your magic down there.”
Garfield sucks in a breath through his teeth as he staves off a thick wave of want that courses through his body. “You’re trying to tempt me into misbehaving, aren’t you, Rae?” He whimpers jokingly.
She snickers, “Is it working?”
Suddenly, Garfield removes his hands from her body and places them on the mattress on either side of her. He presses his hips on top of hers and she feels his thick erection start to grind against her rear. “Yeah,” he says, a bit defeated. “It’s definitely working.”
Raven lifts herself up a little more so that she can crane her neck around to look back at him. Immediately, Garfield swoops down to kiss her lips. Despite the clothing still between them, Garfield repositions himself to hump dry-hump her in earnest.
Raven pushes her hips back against his, intensifying the effect of his thrusts. She releases a needy moan into his mouth and he responds with a faster pace. One of his hands moved to her ribcage and slowly inches upwards to the soft mound of her breast.
“Do it, you coward,” she pants, between kisses. “I’ve caught you staring at my cleavage countless times. Don’t play coy now. Just feel me up.”
“ Fuck ,” he murmurs. “And I thought I was being sneaky…” he smirks against her lips before finally taking hold of her tit and rolling her nipple between his fingers.
She gasps and arches her back even more. “ Oh, Gar , I want your di—“
“—Aht!” He interrupts, suddenly. Then, his voice lowers, “ Please, Rae. Don’t say it. Don’t say it unless you are ready to fuck, right here and right now. Because… he’s going to take over, if he thinks you’re asking for it and I’m not giving you what you want.”
Raven pouts, “But… I do want it…”
He releases his hold on her breast and kisses her forehead before snickering, “ Trust me , I know—and I do, too. But—“
“—But what?—” She groans.
“—uh, notice anything weird?”
Raven looks around the room. And for a moment, she thinks that everything looks in order. No books flying off the shelves. The curtains are still intact. No swirling black portals of energy. No holes in the wall from off-shoot blasts of energy. But something is different. Something is off.
With a sharp gasp, she realizes.
The angle from which she is viewing her room is too high. She looks back over her shoulder at Garfield and his back is pressed up against the ceiling. She looks beneath her and—
Her entire bed is floating .
“ Fuck! ” She shouts. Her subconscious lets go of the bed as the overcharge of energy from the intimate moment dissipates. The bed crashes to the floor, the frame splitting on impact and Raven and Garfield slam into the plush mattress hard enough to go bouncing right back into the air at a chaotic trajectory. Quickly, Garfield shapes-shifts into a Brown Bear and cradles Raven, as he takes the brunt of their fall back down to the floor. Garfield immediately shifts back into human form.
Raven, half-naked and laying on top of him asks, “Really? A bear?”
“What?”
“Not like—I don’t know—something that could fly and let us down gently?”
“I panicked!” He admits. “I was just thinking ‘something big and fluffy to absorb the shock.’”
“You panicked? Gar, we’re superheroes for a living—what do you mean you panicked?!” she asks, bewildered.
“Ah! I know! But—I don’t know—My brain doesn’t work right when I’m around you, okay?”
“Well, that’s a problem, because again, we’re superheroes for a living and we’re on the same team—”
“----Shh! Someone’s coming,” he whispers.
“ No shit someone’s coming—the bed falling probably shook the whole tower.”
Garfield puts on an exaggerated pout, “So, you’re going to teleport me away, aren’t you?”
She kisses the tip of his nose, “Yep!” A portal opens on the floor next to them and Raven rolls off of Garfield as she pushes him through it. Raven quickly grabs her shirt off the floor and throws it on before opening her bedroom door to a very surprised Dick and Kori.
Kori opens her mouth to say something, but before she gets a chance, Raven takes control of the narrative. “I’m okay,” Raven huffs. “Meditation went wrong—bed’s broken—sorry—-dock it from my paycheck.”
Dick and Kori, both wide-eyed, tilt their heads in suspicion. “You were meditating?” Dick asks, his voice thick with disbelief. “It sounded like an explosion—how did that happen?”
“Uh, telepathy misfire,” she responds, gathering her cool. And technically, it isn’t untrue. “It won’t happen again, I promise. I was… trying something new, it didn’t go as planned. Magic can be temperamental.”
“Uh huh,” Dick says, narrowing his eyes.
“Well, please be careful, Friend Raven” Kori says, intervening. “Maybe you should practice your new techniques in the gym next time. It will be safer.”
“Right,” Raven nods. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you guys.”
***
Meanwhile, next door, Garfield is metaphorically kicking himself.
I should’ve said nothing. The bed floating was probably the least destructive outburst we’ve had so far. It would’ve been fine if I calmly told her to put us down.
The Beast within stirs restlessly. He feels robbed of his relief.
Damn. And she wanted it , too. She was right there, in my arms, topless and horny. And I had to fucking ruin it.
His balls ache from the tease of it all. He really shouldn’t have started humping her. He knew she wasn’t ready to try having sex again and all he did was sexually frustrate himself even more. If he doesn’t release soon, he’ll be a moody brute for the rest of day and the Beast will stay restless.
Fuck. Guess it’s time for a good ol’ fashioned—-
There’s a knock at his bedroom door.
PLEASE, don’t be Dick. I really can’t with him right now.
When he answers the door, his heart flutters. It’s Raven. She’s still rosy-cheeked from their wanton tussle and a bit flustered. In her hand is one of the pebbles he gave her.
“Here,” she says, holding out the rock to him. “It’s not the same—I’m sure. But… if you want some… material to help…”
Garfield accepts the stone, “How do I—”
“You hold the artifact, you quiet your mind and when you close your eyes you’ll—-” she sucks in a nervous breath, “ see .”
“You’re deepest, darkest fantasies?…” Garfield smirks at her and wiggles his eyebrows.
She warns him, “----I’ll take it back.”
“-----No! Don’t! Please! I’m sorry! No more jokes! I’ll take these mental images to my grave, I swear!”