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Chapter 8 Gar sat up straight in his bed, senses on high alert. His body immediately preparing for a fight, preparing to take out the intruder stalking him a few feet away. Sighing, he rubbed his hands over his face. Sometimes his instincts were a bit off. Though, there was someone outside his door. Tiny footsteps could be heard approaching his door. Then leaving his door. Approaching his door. And again, leaving. Gar shook his head and laughed in disbelief. Raven had come to see him, and was now too nervous to knock on the door? It was kind of cute. Stretching his arm out into a long tentacle, he unlocked his door. A few seconds went by, and he started to push himself out of bed wondering why she wasn’t coming in. But then the door cracked open oh so slowly, and a sheepish looking Raven poked her head in. She gave him a week smile and slipped inside, closing the door softly behind her. Pulling the covers back, he scooted away to the other side of his queen bed and laid back down. The sound of her bare feet tip toeing across the carpet made him smile, she was trying to be as quiet as possible. Even though he was obviously awake. Gar took a deep breath in as she climbed in, everything about her was familiar and comforting. With one arm folded under his pillow he watched as she mirrored him. For a second they just laid there facing each other. She had scooted into the bed further than he would have thought, and he could easily reach out and touch her. A tiny bit of nerves clenched his stomach as he realized this was the first time they had shared the same bed with him in human form.
Her eyes were darkened from exhaustion and looked almost as sad as they had on the roof. A piece of her hair fell into her eyes and he reflexively reached to push it back. No longer giving it much thought that he was now touching her in his bed as a human. He had intended to lightly use his fingertips on the lock, but found himself stroking her face with his palm. And after pushing it behind her ear, continued to run his thumb along her chin. He was pleasantly surprised to see her close her eyes and smile at his touch. “What’s wrong Raven?” He whispered. “Nothing, really.” She opened her eyes but averted her gaze “I was just lonely. The monks are nice to me. I mean, they try anyway. But they don’t …understand me.” Their eyes met, and Gar felt the flutter of butterflies in his stomach. She looked down at her pillow and started running her fingers over the fabric. “You’re not afraid of me like they are. And every time I bring up anything to Robin, he tries to come up with a solution to the problem.” Her eyes rolled dramatically, but he saw a little humor there as she sarcastically commented. “Like my genetics are going to change. There’s not always a solution that needs to be found. And” she continued, “Kory and Cy try to understand… but I don’t think they really do.” Their eyes met again and she fell quiet, before looking down. Gar reached out his hand, and curled his fingers around her small hand “I understand what it’s like to have people afraid of you. To have people look at you like a monster and try their best to hide it because you’re technically saving lives. I think people have a bit of fear for all of us. They know we could easily out power them, and they just hope we don’t. But for us.” He paused, having fought with this exact thing before. “For us, I think I’ve smelled a bit stronger sense of fear. We’ve both had historically bad tempers. We’ve both lashed out at certain bad guys or in certain situations. And I’m sure to them we’ve looked pretty unstable. But just as our friends have, I think with time they’ll grow to see the real you, and not some preconceived idea as to what a demon is supposed to be.” It was the first time Gar had openly called her a demon. And for the split second after it passed his lips, he wished he hadn’t. Though with one large warm smile, Raven soothed his worry. But it gradually started to fall, as she started to gaze at the bed cover. Releasing her hand, Gar rolled on his back and scooted closer. “Come here, Rae.” He whispered. And she did. She laid her head on his chest, and let him pull her in close. The smell of her was now overwhelmingly delightful. Recalling the other day, he wondered what sort of emotion he was sending to her. Was it shock or pure elation? She laid her hand flat on his chest over his heart. And he found himself laying his over top of it, just as it had done the night of his first trip into her powers. While his other lightly tracing his hand up and down her bare arm. And as he fell back to sleep, he subconsciously ducked down and gave her a peck on the head. He woke up enough to realize what he had done. But her heartrate didn’t nervously spike like he expected. Instead her thumb gently stroked his chest, and he could have sworn he felt her cheek move against his chest in a smile. He smiled in return and fell asleep with her wrapped up against him. Gar loved waking to the smell of Raven, and this morning even more to the feel of her. His forehead was leaning on the back of her head, and his arm draped over her side as their bodies melded together, spooning. His eyes popped open and his whole body froze as he realized what was going on. The entire length of his body was pressed into the back of hers. And it was reacting in the normal way it would, waking up with a beautiful woman. Raven had come to him for comfort, and here he was, poking her in the back with his penis. As gently as he could, he pulled his arm off her, and grabbed her hip pushing himself back. But before he could really edge away, another realization hit him. She wasn’t asleep like he had thought, in fact she was just waking up as he was. And she was just as horny, if not more so, than he was. The smell of her desire filled his senses and rocked him to the core. Her breathing had gotten more shallow and rapid as he had grabbed her hip. His senses were desperately pulling in every bit of the moment. How she felt, how she smelled, how she sounded. For a long second he thought of what to do. They had never been in a situation like this. But Raven, that beautifully amazing creature, was lying beside him aroused. And he could think of nothing else, but to give her exactly what she wanted. Rocking himself back, he laid his body back up against hers. Causing her to draw in a ragged breath, and he excitedly gripped her hip. Gar opened his mouth and breathed her in with one long breath, as he shifted himself just enough to reach her shoulder. The wide neck of her t shirt had allowed it to drape down and expose her shoulder, and he took full advantage of it. The sound of her hand grazing the pillow case, then gripping it as his mouth closed down on her, thrilled him. If it was possible, she tasted even more delicious than she smelled. Gradually he started to move his hand up her side, slipping under her loose shirt. His hand passed over the lower rib he had checked on before. Everything about it had been fixed. He smiled at the thought, even in the heat of the moment he couldn’t stop from caring about her. Stiffening a moan, he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra as his fingers hit the bottom of her breast. The tips of his fingers drug up over the top of her breast as he placed another long kiss closer to her neck. The skin of her body was radiating heat and her chest was rising and falling in excited deep breaths. He could feel her body pushing into him and just slightly, he began grinding into the back of her needy body. He paused his fingers at the top of her chest. It was a small scar, something you would barely notice unless you looked for it. Something he hadn’t noticed until now. It was about an inch under her collar bone, and he remembered it vividly. She had been concussed and didn’t see the knife coming. Just as it was about to find it’s home in her chest, he had been able to grab it. But not fast enough, the tip had given her a minor scratch as he pulled it away. Though, she has assured him it was an easy enough mark to heal and he left it be. Tracing his fingers over the center of her chest, lightly tickling each breast as he went, he found his goal. It was another scar, or what would have been. She had been shot a few inches below the sternum. Shot point blank and there was no mark. Part of him wanted to ask why she had kept the knife scar, but part of him wanted to pretend it was for him. This wasn’t fast and rough. It was peaceful and deliberate. And in the moment, it felt right for them. He loved being able to explore the tiny details of her body. So, for several minutes that’s just what he did. He ran his fingertips down over her navel, and back up over her nipples. Then slowly winding around them as he radiated back out. All the while keep his hips moving in a low deliberate tempo. A tiny, dirty thought occurred to him. And lightly, he opened his mouth and gave her neck a small bite, making sure to include his fangs. She gasped and brought her arm up to wrap around his head, digging her fingers into his hair. “Gar,” she moaned. His body caught fire and he knew he desperately wanted her. Dragging his hand down over her belly button, he could feel her excitement rise. His fingertips started to dip under the band of her pants and she let out another long moan. Her body pushed up against his even more and she pulled his hair. Slowly, she started to spread her legs, encouraging him on. Her breath was ragged, excited, and oh so ready. The room lit up in a bright red and they froze. For a second they just stayed there. Then without a word, they released each other and rolled away. He hadn’t even reached his uniform yet, when he felt her leave. They met up with the team, neither one saying a word as to what could have happened. Three attacks were happening simultaneously, and they would have to split up. He was going solo, but being dropped off by Robin and Star. Raven and Cyborg were going to the third attack. And that was that. It had only taken about 3 minutes, and their morning had changed drastically. Gar looked up from his communicator just as Raven did. She was already preparing to transport out of the room. Smiling, she turned her hands outward and shrugged. As if to say “what can you do?” Her face was still lightly flushed and she looked happy. She wasn’t embarrassed or even mad at being torn away. Gar silently laughing and shook his head. This was their life, and he wouldn’t change it or her for anything. All you could do was laugh it off and keep going. Robin ran by, yelling he was ready, and Raven took Cyborg out of the building. Time for more hero work.
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