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Chapter 13Gar’s tongue traveled slowly up her stomach as it rid Raven of the chocolate syrup. The feel of his tongue was delightful and she arched her back at the sensation. Her naked body had several lines of syrup waiting to be consumed, waiting for his skill. As he left her stomach she felt the chill of her now damp skin and it contrasted greatly with the warmth she was now feeling coming up the side of her breast. It was a pleasurable mix and she effortlessly found herself sinking into the pure focus of what was happening to her body. A warm feeling here, a tingling cool feeling there, a burning pleasure down there, and … and a sticky feeling there. His tongue moved to the other breast and she bit her lip as she felt the warmth spread over her nipple. Keeping with the gentle slow movements, his hand smoothly found its way to her free breast and began messaging it. His touch was warm as it always was, and as his thumb passed over the cool trail she felt it stick momentarily. Repeating the same process, his hand replaced his tongue as it had found a new spot to taste between her breasts. His thumbs grazed over again, and stuck. Arching her back, she tried to focus on his warm tongue again. But found the skin of her stomach felt stiff and didn’t want to stretch with the movement. Because it was sticky. Everything was sticky.
It took her a second to realize he had stopped and was resting his chin on her stomach, her sticky stomach. Cautiously, she peeked open one eye and looked down at him. He was smiling up at her, watching her. “Not your thing?” He asked. “What? Oh no, it’s fine.” She quickly said, trying not to ruin the mood. “Fine? Rae, we can do better than fine.” He smirked, pushing himself off to lay on the bed beside her. “No,” she protested, sitting up, “I do like it. I was just thinking of the syrup being sticky. I’m sorry. We can keep going.” He had gone so deliciously slow, treated her so nicely, for nothing. And she felt horribly guilty. “Rae, if you’re not into it, no big deal. You won’t hurt my feelings. You can use my shower if you want. Then we can just go to bed, or…” “No.” She shrieked. Although she had now fully lost the mood, he had murmured into her ear how much he wanted her, how much he needed her when they had come into the room. She felt like she was letting him down. A little confused, Gar reached out to her, “We…” But he was cut off as she pulled back and the bottle of syrup on the bed exploded. Gasping, Raven threw her hands over her mouth as he was covered in syrup. For a few seconds, they didn’t say anything, he just blinked and looked at her. Then with a sigh he continued. “We can always try again after your… after we’re cleaned up. If the mood comes back, then great. If not, I’m sure we’ll run into each other again.” He winked as a glob of syrup ran down the side of his head. Despite the momentary pause, he didn’t flinch or react as if anything had happened at all. As if he wasn’t completed covered in syrup she had exploded. It had seemed like forever since she had one of her accidents like that. And as she watched him squeegee off a bit of syrup and lick his thumb with a smile, she realized he was reacting the same way he usually did. Sure, sometimes he screamed out of being startled, but he never judged her for losing control like that. Letting her shoulders drop, she looked over her own body, completed naked and covered in syrup. But she smiled. A realization had occurred to her. “You’re actually really calming to be around.” She said, trying to pull the syrup off her body with her powers. It was a globby start, but eventually she managed to get a growing blob floating in the air. “I would be more surprised to hear you say that had you not used the word actually.” He laughed, sitting up. “Sorry.” She chuckled back, “It’s just usually your emotions, your desire to weasel a smile out of me, or rile my nerves on purpose…” Raven shot him a playful glare. “They elicit a certain amount of emotions in me. Even just being around someone so …’on’ all the time can wear me out. But… but that’s not what you’re always like.” “I exhaust myself,” he agreed, nodding his head. “I’m serious, Gar. I like being able to be calm around you.” Reaching over he ran his thumb tenderly over the back of her hand and resoiled her skin. She waved him away with a laugh and shifted her focus to cleaning him off. “And I’m glad I can finally make you smile.” Raven’s eyes flicked up to his. There wasn’t an ounce of humor or sarcasm in his voice. It was soft and compassionate. Her smile dropped and she felt her heart rate pick up as he leaned towards her. The kiss started out soft. But Raven found herself quickly forgetting about the syrup as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself onto his lap. Her leg started to wrap around his. With a sudden jerk, she felt her leg slide out below her, slick from the syrup. Gar easily caught her and smiled against her lips. “Maybe it’s time for that shower?” “Yeah,” she whispered a little out of breath. With a bit of clarity, she mentally grabbed his shower knob and threw it on. But just as quickly as her mind had gone to the shower, it was taken back out. Sometimes it surprised her how strong he had become. Lifting her off the bed, in the awkward angle they had started, had to have taken some skill. But he did it with grace and power. She felt weightless in his arms and the thought only drove her desires further. Trusting him to find his way to the bathroom blind, she reached down to resume her exploration of his mouth. With a light bite, she pulled his lower lip back as she arched herself higher onto him. A light rumble could be felt running through his body as he let out a low growl. He had never been rough with her. Even as friends, he was a caring person that wouldn’t do a thing to harm her. But right now, everything was telling her she wanted the opposite. A cold tiled wall hit her back before she could comprehend where she was. Her breath left her mouth with a forced gasp. But he didn’t give her time to recollect it. His kisses were rough, needy, and every few she could feel the tip of his fang run along her lip. She briefly considered that they had to be longer than normal as they began nibbling at her neck. The water had been hot by the time they reached the small room. And looking up, she watched the steam rise to give him better access to her neck. Which he took with great skill. Running her nails through his damp hair, Raven pulled him greedily close and though of their earlier encounter. She had loved watching him walk towards her. Knowing that he had caused that bit of pain, and that the devilishly handsome man desired her as much as she desired him, had sparked a certain lust in her. So, she drug her nails back down, but this time a bit harder. Feeling what she thought was just a bit piercing his skin. And he returned the gesture with one long draw down her right leg. She wanted to let out a scream, to completely let go. But not only were there normal titans at home, but what she considered children as well. Instead she bit her own lip, and dug her nails into his shoulders as she arched back. This time she knew she broke skin. Gar repeated himself on the other side. But this time much slower, and the sensation was absolutely tantalizing. It took everything she had not to scream out. With another slam against the wall he had pushed his way inside her. This was too much and she did let out a high pitched cry of pleasure and shock. It melted away into moans as Raven took his mouth with hers, gripping his face tightly between her hands. He was absolutely wild and purely primal. Gripping her in several places, puncturing her skin as he took her roughly against the wall. But she didn’t let him have all the fun. Her powers ran up his back and arms, scratching him as her short nails couldn’t. He wouldn’t stop for pleasantries and tenderness, and it secretly thrilled her to think he couldn’t. Tearing her mouth away Raven gasped for air as her moans increased to desperate cries. And he complied with every little bit that escaped her mouth. He scratched her more, he went faster, he went harder, he told her all the dirty things she wanted to hear, and he made her cum with a voiceless cry. Barely able to hold her powers in, she started to leach into his emotions, while a few tiles cracking could be heard around them. His deep growling orgasm came with a flood of aching hunger and arousal, flamed even higher by her own orgasm. Breathing deeply, and somewhat raggedly, Raven laid her head on his shoulder. Only now aware that the shower had been hitting his back the entire time. The water was still warm, though it now seemed overly hot against their excited bodies. Gradually they both stared to wind down, gripping each other tightly. The water ran the slightest hint of red as Raven watched it swirl down the drain. They didn’t talk for what seemed like several minutes. Almost reluctantly Raven removed herself from prying into his emotions. But as she did so she caught the slightest emergence of concern from him. Before he could skim his touch down to her original lines, she had them mostly fully healed. Without a word, he pulled them further under the shower and began gently running his hands over her body. Raven floated slightly from him so they could begin washing off. A clinking sound caught her attention as Gar stepped back and started his original mission of washing off the remaining syrup. The shower as a whole was fine. But several tiles had been shattered in her brief lapse in control. He was doing a good job of avoiding any shards as he turned away from her and scrubbed the shampoo into his hair. The long lines of scratches began knitting themselves back together before she could reach out to heal them. He peaked his eyes behind him. “I think you got enough to suture up.” He smiled as the foam slid down his back. “I didn’t realize you could heal so quickly.” She replied, watching the skin mold up. Gar just shrugged. “Maybe it’ll come in handy for more than just fighting.” He gave her a crooked naughty smile before letting his gaze skim over her hovering body. Raven could tell he was assessing her own scratches. Lightly he reached his hand back to one of the deeper ones, but it too was almost healed. “I’m fine.” She said, though she let him run his finger over it. “But your shower isn’t.” His foot lightly kicked one of the tile shards on the ground. “Yeah, first my room, now my shower.” He shot her a look and waggled his eyebrows. “Looks like I’ll have to shack up with you.” Before she could object he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her under the water with him. She did owe him that much. “Fine.” Raven leaned far enough away to push the handle down. Last time, and the only time, she had brought him into her room they were half awake and lazy with an emotional and sexual release. Tonight, they still felt very alive. Though she could feel him quieting down. All this time her room had remained her sanctuary. Her quiet space free of emotions. Gar’s gaze softened as he seemed to understand what was running through her head. “Towels?” Raven asked, changing the silent topic. He smiled, but didn’t release her. “Under the cleaner you used.” Even after she floated them into the dripping shower, he didn’t let her go. His eyes wandered over her face and he seemed to be lost in thought. With a strike of clarity, and a quick inhale he was brought out. Cautiously he loosened his grip, testing if she would fly, and then let go. Without another glance, he grabbed the towel and stepped out. But being the typical Gar he couldn’t let the uncomfortable silence last long. Or risk the conversation moving to something serious. “So, do you have a dress code in your room?” He turned as he held out his arms. “What?” Raven asked, she wasn’t sure if she hadn’t heard the question or just didn’t understand it. “I actually prefer to be naked.” He smiled and lightly danced, rocking his hips from side to side. Raven couldn’t help but peek as his penis swung from side to side with him. He was so free and open with his body. “Well at least bring your suit.” She instructed, floating from the shower wrapped in the towel. “Who knows what’ll happen.” Raven huffed. Tomorrow was Monday. It would be the three of them again, and the HIVE knew it. Gathering her clothes, she turned to watch him grab a suit from his closet. Whatever serious had been on his mind before was obviously gone, and he was still somewhat dancing even in his closet. “Let’s go!” He stepped back out, a little too eager to be spending the night in her room. Crossing the room to stand beside her, the state of his bed caught her attention. It looked like a sticky horribly disgusting mess. She would rather bring him to her room, than have to clean her sheets of that mess tomorrow. As she opened the portal she gave them another assessment. “I think we should just destroy them. Cut your losses. Because that’s just horrible.” She offered. After all, if someone should clean them, she felt a bit obligated. “Eh,” he shrugged, “if you think that’s the worst I’ve done, you’re sadly mistaken.” Her eyes widened as they disappeared to her room. As they appeared in her room she felt the immediate calming effect of her private space. But then a bit of exposure. Last night they had lazily strolled through the tower till Gar got to his room. She gave him enough time to change out of his suit before coming back and offering to let him sleep with her. He had agreed, though she partly thought he knew it was equally for her benefit, and simply laid down with her. Tonight though, he was actually looking around the room. The fact that he was naked did make it bit easier to bare. Like she could take him a little less seriously if he was skimming over her bookshelf with his cute little ass showing. Perhaps that speech tip was actually right. He picked up one of the candles on the shelf and sniffed it. “Your room’s grown on me.” He said, skimming it again. “Sort of like me?” She half-heartedly joked, walking to the bed. A brief smile broke out on Gar’s face, and he gave a quick light snort. “Yeah, sorta.” Putting the candle back down, he kept walking the perimeter of her room. Raven threw her suit on a chair near the bed and wrapped herself up under the comforter. It was kind of liberating to allow him to explore her room. “I must be growing on you too.” He quietly speculated as his hands lightly traced over one of her smaller figurines. Though he probably hadn’t the slightest clue it was procured from hell. “How do you figure?” She asked, acting unconvinced. “Two nights in a row I get to stay in your room? I mean are you sure you’re feeling alright?” He laughed as she groaned and rolled over. “I’ll kick you out.” She teased. But a small smile slipped as she pulled the blanket up to her chin, letting him continue his examination of her room without her.
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