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Mating Rituals	By : cross64 Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het Views: 49710 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
SUMMARY: Chapter II. Raven sees the opportunity to be totally honest with her feelings and show Robin just how much she cares about him. You know what they say about girls who keep their emotions bottled up for too long. (Robin/Raven scenes by request)
For the Starfire/Beast Boy half: Minor, Solo, Oral.
For the Raven/Robin half: Minor, Fet (Grinding, and more to come).
The characters are the same age as they are in the show. I’m assuming that makes them minors.
Lemon scene starts at the ‘-- // --’ divider. Raven/Robin half starts at the ‘-- R --’ divider.
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What a day Beast Boy had. He lost his game several times, he’d been called several names by Cyborg and Raven, basically calling him a lazy, immature idiot. He’d made a fool of himself during breakfast by snorting soy milk out of his nose. All of that, and every day since the beginning of his life, paled in comparison to the last few minutes.
He sat on his bed with his jaw hanging open and his eyes on Starfire kneeling between his legs, her beautiful eyes on the lump in his lap. She didn’t look as amazed as he had when he saw her femininity. Maybe this moment just wasn’t as amazing for her as it was for him. Or maybe she just wasn’t impressed.
Beast Boy wanted to say something clever about size not mattering, but he couldn’t spit it out. He was sensitive about his height, and doubly so about his thin, gangly body and the equally think extremities. He’d never measured his manhood, but he assumed he was smaller than average. He didn’t feel so confident anymore.
Starfire noticed his frown and his sudden shyness. He’d been smiling up until a moment ago.
“Are you well, Beast Boy?” she said, catching his downturned eyes. “You are so quiet.”
“It’s nothing.” Starfire frowned skeptically. She didn’t believe him. A few moments of that and he had to change his answer. “I’m just nervous. I don’t you to think I’m… uh…”
“What?” She rested her elbows on his thighs and thrust her face into his. She was always so forward. It didn’t bother him usually, but now he felt like he was no stage, about to read a speech he kept forgetting.
“…Small,” he whispered.
Starfire blinked innocently. “But, you are small, are you not?” Everyone was small to Starfire thanks to her height, but she understood what he meant.
Beast Boy couldn’t bear to explain his shame. At best, she would end up understanding why he was so shy, and agree with him wholeheartedly. That wouldn’t help his confidence. He tried doing it in a roundabout way, so that he wasn’t the one on trial. “Star… are there guys on Tamaran who are… you know, so small that… they don’t get a girl?”
Star thought about it, her chest still all but on his lap. Every time she moved, she brushed across his bulge and made him exhale sharply, no matter how much he tried to hide it.
“The woman chooses the man that appeals to her most before attacking him,” she said. “We learn that a child’s gifts come from the parents, and the parents make a child by the man giving his seed to the woman that claims him. We all looked for a boy that appealed to us most, but not all of us had the same desires.”
“I bet none of them chased after short, scrawny guys.” He wanted to add ‘with green skin and pointy ears’.
“I do not know. I never heard the older women talking about that when they were looking for mates.” She remembered her childhood before coming to Earth fondly. “I believe they were most attracted to those who made them happy and fun.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Robin does not believe me either,” she smiled. “Apparently, Earth girls do not look for a man who is happy and fun. Tamaran women want a man who can make them happy, or laugh, or cry with them when they need to. Not muscles or moneys.”
Beast Boy wasn’t sure if he fit in that category. He didn’t feel any better, so he guessed not.
“Why are you worried about size?” Starfire said curiously. “You can be bigger than Cyborg if you so wish. You are the Beast Boy, yes?”
He sweat-dropped. She was talking about literal size rather than the size of his assets. Ever innocent. “That’s not what I meant.”
Starfire hugged his waist, startling him. She smiled sweetly. “You are so serious! Do you wish to distract me from taking away your tingle?”
“I just don’t want you to think I’m not as good at… this kind of stuff… as other guys.”
“I have already told you,” she winked. “You are the one whom I look to when it comes to knowledge of girls and romance. There is no doubt in my mind that you are ‘the Ladies Man’ of the Teen Titans.”
His blush burned away much of his anxiety. Flattery from Starfire was like flattery from Miss America. Starfire was honest by nature. You knew with her that she was telling you what she really believed, and that made her words special. “…Thanks.”
“May I begin?” she asked, looking at her target, still shrouded in spandex. “I am excited to see what it is like to not-mate with an Earth boy.” She still thought this was masturbation. Beast Boy would explain the difference after he wasn’t so distracted by the raging fire in his pants.
“If you want, Star. I’m all yours.”
“Glorious!”
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Beast Boy’s spandex uniform didn’t look it, but it did have a top and a bottom. There was no zipper, so Starfire had to urge Beast Boy off his behind just long enough for her to drag the waist of his pants to his knees. Underneath was a pair of sleek boxers covering his green skin, finely toned from months as a superhero and years as a changeling. Starfire padded the material, searching for access to the treasure inside. Her fingers were so gentle that Beast Boy couldn’t quell his arousal. This was very different from handling himself (which of course, he would never admit to doing) because not only was she gentler, but she was unpredictable. She eventually managed to open the button clasping the boxers, and finally pulled his rock hard dick free of its confines. It was green and smooth, save for a few patches of sticky material brought on by his earlier arousal. He was around seven inches in length and suitably thick, but to Starfire he was impressively large, since of course she’d never been this close to an erect cock.
“This is…” Starfire’s index and thumb fingers stuck together thanks to Beast Boy’s pre-cum. He looked down to ask what she was talking about, but she’d already taking action by putting her fingers to her lips and licking the residue experimentally.
“Star, wait!” He was too late. “Girls don’t always do that with that.” He couldn’t be vaguer about swallowing cum, even if he tried.
Star’s eyes lit up. “But I am to use my tongue to take away your tingle, yes?”
“Yeah, but… that’s… cum,” he managed.
She licked her finger clean, much to his shock. “Is there more?”
He couldn’t believe it. She liked the taste? This was the girl who drank mustard on a regular basis, so maybe he shouldn’t of been so surprised. But still, he never would have believed that Starfire would want to swallow… man, his whole body tingled just thinking about it.
His cock pulsed briefly in response to his full-body shiver, and Starfire felt it through her hand. “Oooh. Was that you, Beast Boy? Or did I make you do that?” She was proud of her accomplishment.
“O-okay,” Beast Boy said, trying to hold onto his senses. At this rate, he’d be putty in her hands in no time. Some sexual dynamo he was. “Do it just like I did.”
Starfire looked his firm penis over. “I am to lick it, and put my mouth on it when you grow more excited.” She thought about that, and the wonderful taste she discovered on her fingers from Beast Boy’s juices. She drew an inevitable comparison to her beloved mustard jar which she drank through a straw every day.
“If I suck, will there be more of the ‘cum’ to taste?”
Throb! Throb! Again, Starfire cooed at the feeling. She grinned happily. “I shall take that as a ‘Yes’.” She used one hand to slide her silky red hair behind her ear, out of the way, and slowly brought her tongue to the head of his penis where the stickiness was most prominent. Beast Boy clenched his teeth and tried not to think about the sexy alien having her way with his meatstick. Starfire’s tongue was as gentle as her fingers, which made it difficult for him to think about anything else. Closing his eyes seemed to help, since he couldn’t hear any of what was happening down below.
That all changed when Starfire planted her lips on his head and swallowed his cock whole. Beast Boy lost his breath as warm wetness and supple flesh engulfed his meat. Starfire slurped his member down to the hilt, letting the top push into the back of her throat, and drew her head back with her tongue bathing its underside on the way up. She had a sedate rhythm punctuated by the swishing of her hair and the gentle moans reverberating through her tonsils and into him. It was unbearably good. Beast Boy didn’t last three minutes before his hips thrusted instinctively and blew his seed into her throat without warning. His member muffled her surprised gasp, which quickly changed into a pleasantly surprised moan. She’d found her tasty treat, and guzzled it with Beast Boy’s manhood caught in the feast. Every swallow drove him to cum harder until his load was spent, but even that wasn’t enough to deflate his erection. It was still hard as a rock when Starfire finally pulled back. A strand of cum trailed from her bottom lip, curled into a cute smile.
“Such a wonderful taste.” She rubbed her cheek along the side of his dick. “I may not want to drink mustard again.”
Beast Boy’s toothy grin was always cute, but now he was feeling good about himself, and that brought his even cuter cockiness. That cockiness went a long way in making the green-skinned youth attractive.
“I’m glad you liked it. Cuz I know I did.” He wiped some sweat off his forehead. “I wish I could’ve held out longer and savor this.”
“You wish to savor our not-mating?” She laughed, not only at him but at herself as well. “Not-mating is supposed to be done by ourselves… yet I have never felt closer to you than I have now.” She licked the stray taste of cum off her lips. “I still do not understand how you can accomplish the orgasm by yourself.”
“I usually use my hand,” he said, taking Starfire’s fingers still on his lap and guiding them along his shaft. “It’s not as great as what you did, but it does the job.”
Starfire continued moving her hand on her own. She could feel Beast Boy’s hot breath on her cheek, and it excited her. She looked at him with a sly, sexy smile. “I feel the tingle again.”
“Me too.” Beast Boy leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. It was the first time since this whole thing started, and the gentle kiss shocked Starfire more than anything else that’d happened. “I think we’re making it worse by helping each other.”
“Perhaps, that is why the not-mating is done alone.”
She stroked his manhood still harder, eliciting a grunt from the boy right next to her ear. His lips kissed the tips of her lobes, tickling her enough to draw out a giggle. Beast Boy’s hands pressed gently against her chest and urged her to the ground. She reclined with ease, her hand still latched onto his prick and pumping it slowly, forcing him to stay beside her - as if he’d try to run away now. His hand slipped underneath her skirt, and once again penetrated her femininity with his urgent fingers.
“One more time might be enough,” Beast Boy suggested, boyishly charming.
“…Alright,” Starfire agreed, her face red with arousal. “At least, until the tingle is gone. We are not mating, so there is nothing to be concerned about.” Beast Boy lay on his side as she said this, his eyes squarely on her lavender skirt, and his thoughts clearly on what lay beneath it. Starfire breathed, “Next time, I’ll be alone… so that your hands won’t make me tingle.”
“Guess I’d better enjoy this while I can.”
Beast Boy snuck his neck underneath Star’s leg, then beneath the folds of her skirt where she couldn’t see him. It wasn’t long before she could feel him though, lapping at her labia and piercing her with his tongue and his forefingers. Starfire kept her hand on his cock moving, but in their clumsy positioning it was hard on her arm, and less fun for her. She could feel Beast Boy throbbing again, and she knew what that meant now. She would get to quench her thirst with delicious cream again. Starfire rolled onto the smaller Titan, her knees keeping her slightly aloft, and her body off-centered with his so that her sopping wet pussy was over his face where it could get all the stimulation it ached for. She peered at Beast Boy’s masculinity and dove onto it hungrily, burying his meat in her mouth again. It was a race to see who would cum first, because both were aching to cum, but both were also giving the other everything they had to make them do the same. Beast Boy had an advantage because the saliva in his tongue was wet and therefore made Starfire extra sensitive to his ministrations. She had several small orgasms during the course of his exploration, and each made her demand more. Her hips thrust against him the more he worked her over. She wanted him to feel every bit as satisfied as her, so she did everything she could think of to accentuate the experience of having his cock in her mouth, as if that wasn’t enough ecstasy already.
“Huh-ahh…” Beast Boy’s grunts broadcasted his coming release. Starfire kept her hands on his hips to keep him from bucking into her mouth like last time. It’s not that it hurt; Starfire was bulletproof, even in her mouth. She didn’t want any of the taste escaping her lips, like it would if he squirted down her throat rather than into her mouth. Luckily, gravity helped in that regard anyway. Starfire’s mouth had to engulf his prick to keep his cum from dripping out, and that’s exactly what she did. She swallowed every drop she could, and licked along the shaft and his abdomen to pick up what was left. Beast Boy had in the meantime brought her to the home stretch, and he was eagerly tongue-fucking her while kneading her tan, taut thighs just above her knee-high boots.
“Beast Boy! I feel it! I feel it!” Her body shivered as the warm glow encompassed, signaling her climax even though this one was silent unlike her first. Her hips wriggled in his grip, as if her pussy sought escape from the tongue-lashing Beast Boy gave it, but it found no such freedom. It took every last thrust of his tongue, until he decided to let her go. She trembled and fell against his body, both of them still feeling aftershocks, made even better by the feeling of their partner’s hot, writhing body.
“Beast Boy?” came the young alien’s voice some time later.
“Yeah, Star?”
“Are you sure that this is not ‘the mating’?”
“Like I said. You usually do this by yourself.”
“Mm. I believe that I would prefer this with you. It may not be what I intended, but I cannot imagine making myself feel this wonderful.”
“Me neither,” he laughed, causing Starfire’s lower half to move with his chest. “Me neither.”
-- R --
Raven sat in her room and tried not to think about today. For the first time in a while, she’d seen Robin and Starfire have a fight - in both senses of the word - and leave each other without resolving anything. For the first time, Raven felt a spark of hope.
Wait a second! Hope? Raven chided herself for thinking that way. For the longest time, Robin had been her best friend, her caretaker, and the shoulder she’d leaned on when things got too tough to bear. It was Robin who brought her to the Titans in the hopes of helping her with her demonic nature. It was Robin who did everything to make her life comfortable, when anyone else would have dropped her like a bad habit for all the attitude she’d given and all the trouble her demonic nature had caused. He’d been like a brother to her, always there to help her and make her feel good about herself when she had every reason to hate herself.
She loved Robin. She’d never admitted to it though, although she found herself dropping hints every now and then. The day when her father Trigon fell, she had Robin to thank for her life, and the bright future it now offered. At the time, all she could do was hug him out of sheer joy. She’d always wanted to do that, but she never could for two reasons. One, the demon inside her wouldn’t allow any such blatant expression of happiness and love. The moment she hugged him, the darkness in her would’ve hurt the young man, punishing both of them for their transgression. Raven wasn’t allowed to be happy; it was in her genes, until recently.
Two… Starfire. Starfire loved Robin. That’d always been obvious. Raven couldn’t hate Starfire for that. On the contrary, she cared about Starfire as much as the other Titans did. She didn’t want to hurt her. She would’ve given the world to keep her and Robin apart though. She was jealous of any girl that acted like that around the young man she owed her life to. Kitten, Blackfire… any number of fan girls… so many of them were infatuated with the Boy Wonder. Raven doubted any of them could meet even a tenth of the love she felt for him.
Now, after all the loneliness, and silence, and hiding in the shadows, Raven saw the chance to express, once and for all, how much she cared about him. Robin and Starfire were at odds, and Raven’s meditation gave her a glimpse of the girl’s emotional state, somewhere else in the Tower. She was happy as could be. Meanwhile, Robin was in his lab, working alone, and feeling miserable. Raven refused to let him feel that way when the girl he doted on was elsewhere enjoying herself, doing who-knew-what, rather than making amends.
Raven hesitated. She spent so much time suppressing her feelings, and now that she had the chance to express them, the thought of it petrified her. What if she went too far? Her feelings for Robin were deep-seated and forged over years of heartache and dependence… at least by her. Robin might not feel anything for her. Robin’s mind was always hard to read when it came to their relationship. It was a secret he guarded closely, even from her, who’d been in his mind and seen his worst fears.
She’d always thought with hope that meant that he cared for her too. If that was true… Raven couldn’t fathom how great it would feel, to know that the boy she’d fallen in love with was also in love with her. It was almost as great as the pain of rejection, which was also a distinct possibility.
It was a gamble. Raven didn’t want to let this opportunity pass. Now would be the best time to find out where she stood. All right, she affirmed inwardly. I killed my father, the god of terror. This can’t be much harder than that.
Raven walk to her desk where her robe lay and drew it around her shoulders. She examined herself in the mirror, thinking of how a boy might view her if they met on the street and she suddenly tried to kiss him. They’d probably think she was a vampire and stab her with a stick. If she wanted to look appealing, she would need a change of wardrobe. The problem was, she hated clothes in general. Her sorcerer’s gown was so much more convenient, even if it was revealing.
Robin was understanding, but he was also a guy. Raven wanted him to like what he saw. This was a competition, without doubt. Starfire was a beautiful girl, with long legs and great endowment. Raven had to compete with all that if she wanted Robin for herself. Besides, she knew that her cutting sarcasm and droll wit wasn’t the best way to seduce a man. She’d need all the help she could get.
Raven dove into her closet and picked out something that would pass for sexy, while not looking totally stupid on her. The sexiest outfit in the world was meaningless if worn by a stoic young woman who didn’t feel comfortable in it. She had to like what she wore as much as Robin would in order for it to work. Raven eventually picked out a black skirt, after much debate, and a black pullover that revealed as much of her body as her standard outfit did, while adding the attraction of a flimsy skirt to the mix. She didn’t like the way her outfit looked with her usual slippers, so she switched those out for a pair of thigh-long leggings and a set of semi-casual, semi-formal shoes that were easy to kick off when she grew tired of them.
Raven stood in front of the mirror, blushing at herself. She’d never tried to attract a boy before, and she never imagined she would. She was happy for the chance, but embarrassed by the process.
“I hope nobody else sees me in this,” she muttered. She tried smiling at the mirror, just to see how it looked, but every time she tried she made something more horrible than before, so she gave up. Smiles were overrated anyway. In moments she was out the door, navigating the halls, until she reached Robin’s laboratory, isolated from the rest of the Tower by distance and mood. Raven stood at the door, constantly pulling on the edges of her skirt, self-consciously wondering if it showed anything it wasn’t supposed to. Her uniform was revealing, but it wasn’t designed to tempt others to look beneath it.
“You can do this,” she whispered to herself. “Just go in, tell him, and wait for a Yes or a No.” She stared at the door longer still. “Just go in.”
Finally, her hand reached for the panel and opened the sliding door. The sound of keystrokes and Enter keys bounced off the walls in the dark, dismal room. Robin picked up a bad habit from someone; he insisted on working in the dark.
“Who’s there?” Robin called without turning to look at the door.
“Me.” Raven invited herself in, and the door shut behind her. The wind swished her skirt slightly, and again it coaxed her into tugging it into place. “I just… came to see how you were doing.”
“I reconfigured the quantum matrices of my disks to make them more effective.” Still he didn’t look from the screen. Raven hated to think that she had to compete with an inanimate object for his attention, but so be it.
“Sounds super,” she answered sardonically, walking over and leaning against his desk. Only now, when she crossed her legs at the ankles, that he noticed her change in wardrobe. He looked as calm as ever. He was the kind of hero that could look casual when a seven-armed dimensional horror from beyond appears in his living room.
“You lose a bet?” he asked honestly. “You hate these things.” By ‘these things’, he meant her skirt.
She came up with a quick lie. “My normal outfit is stained by a lot of bad memories. I just wanted to get out of it for a while. Sort of like shedding my skin.”
Robin resumed typing. “I know what you mean. Sometimes I can’t stand wearing this.” By ‘this’, he meant his Boy Wonder green-and-black. “Too many memories.”
They always talked like this. They said what was on their minds, they offered each other consolation, and like best friends they cried on each other’s shoulder… though neither really cried, because of their natures. Raven always felt comfortable with him. There were things she could tell him that she could never tell Starfire or Cyborg, both of whom she confided in at times. She never wasted time on the green idiot.
If only she could say the words on her mind now as easily as she said “I’m a demon” the first day they met. That’d been torture. This was beyond torture. Her face was red just thinking about it. Knowing Robin, he’d probably ask if she was -
“You’re not coming down with anything, are you?” Robin asked without looking from the screen.
Raven slid her hair behind her ear nervously. “I’ve got a lot on my mind.”
Still he didn’t look away from the monitor. He was listening, but Raven was feeling selfish. After so much time in the background, she wanted his full attention. The problem was doing it without looking obvious. She could use ancient magic beyond most people’s wildest dreams, but she was inept when it came to something like this. She’d have to get his attention with more than just mundane conversation, but what was she supposed to do?
Robin swore as the monitor beeped violently and displayed an unfriendly error message. “Not again…” He pushed his seat back, got on his knees, and crawled beneath his desk to open up the floorboard leading to the primary server motherboard. “Remind me to get Cyborg in here to switch out these old wires.”
Raven bent down at the knees and leaned on her heels, not thinking about her recent change in wardrobe. “Want me to get him?” As the co-leader of the Titans, it wouldn’t be the first time she dictated orders to the resident techie.
“No, I’ll just get him…” Robin glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw Raven squatting beside his teacher, knees spread open, and a pair of pure white panties hugging her so tightly that they did little to hide what was underneath. The young man was calm about it - he’d seen a lot in his young life, and a girl’s underwear wasn’t the most extravagant of it - but it still caught his attention. “Later.”
Raven sighed and stole his work seat, which had the luxury of being cushioned and warm from Robin being in it for so long. Her panties disappeared beneath her skirt, but now Robin had the chance to admire her garter socks, tightly hugging her slim legs and reaching all the way under her skirt into that region that caught his eye. Raven seemed blissfully unaware, or completely unconcerned, with how her new look showed off her body and drew far more attention to her femininity than ever before. Raven was clearly a girl, and a pretty one underneath her scowl and attitude, but never had it been so proudly advertised. Robin doubted she would do that on purpose; Raven hated attention, and that was part of her charm, if you could call it that. He couldn’t mention it without embarrassing her. He would ignore it… or at least try to.
“Coming out.” Raven backed the seat up so that Robin could crawl forward and stand, leaning against his desk. Raven kept the chair, which was practically an order for Robin to stop working, and put his eyes where they belonged - on her.
“One last thing,” Robin promised, “and I’ll take a tea break. Obviously you have something on your mind.” Raven outwardly shrugged, but inwardly she smiled. Whatever she’d done, she’d done it right.
Robin went to another control panel, this one in the back wall, and removed the plating covering it all. He quickly found the piece of the mainframe that contributed to his recent error and fought with the hardware involved. Unfortunately, the device was large, and sensitive, meaning that it would take more than a few hands to handle, and all of them very careful. He looked over his shoulder. “I need your help.”
Raven saw what he was trying to do, and raised her hand to use her magic, but Robin quickly stopped her. “No. Your magic will mess up the circuitry. Just use your hands.”
She sighed and stood up. “Barbaric.” She joined him at the wall, and Robin pointed out what she needed to hold. To better facilitate both of their duties, Raven squeezed between Robin and the wall, and squeezed her hands beneath some of the hardware. Robin pressed against her and carefully opened up the hardware inside, and went to work with a tool from his utility belt.
Moments passed, the sound of tinkering being the dominant noise in the room, but another, quieter sound grabbing Robin’s attention too. Pressing against Raven like this and fighting with the hardware meant he was brushing against her, bluntly and constantly, but unavoidably. Raven didn’t seem to notice, or care, as she was intent on holding her part of the hardware and watching for any mistakes Robin might make, rare as that was. Robin could feel Raven’s ass through the fabric of her skirt and the material of his uniform. It was so soft. Robin tried not to think about it. Raven and him had a special relationship. Raven looked to him for support. He couldn’t be attracted to her. There was no way she would reciprocate those kind of feelings. He had to control himself.
“Hurry up,” Raven said, quickly growing anxious from their proximity. She was ashamed to realize that she could feel Robin - his manhood - pressing against her. The thought of mentioning it was too embarrassing.
“Just a little longer.” The hardware did need a little time before it was finished. He wasn’t delaying or anything. He really needed more time.
The repair time was painful. Robin felt himself getting hard through his uniform, meaning his accidental rubbing was impossible to hide. He couldn’t imagine what Raven thought, since she hadn’t said anything. He reached deeper into the server, and shamefully had to force Raven against the wall, pressing her against the cold steel and boring his ‘drill’ into her crack, far more than he should’ve been allowed. Raven was being far too forgiving - then again, Raven was never forgiving.
Did she like it?
Raven ignored Robin's hardness as best she could, even though it felt like it was half-way up her ass now. The chill seeping into her chest through the thin fabric of her top was equally discomforting. If she mentioned either though, she hated to think what Robin would think. She was still trying to figure out how to tell Robin she loved him. She was light-years from figuring out how to say she would do anything for him.
Robin tried to blow some of Raven’s hair out of his face, which could get in his way now that he was pressed so tightly against her. Raven shivered. The blow tickled her ear, it was so close. The shiver traveled through her body, and into Robin through the most sensitive part of his body. That only made his breathing worse. It was a lusty cycle that neither was willing to admit was taking place.
Raven bit her lower lip. “Are you done yet?”
Robin tied the last wire into place, and pulled his hands slowly from the hardware. “Yeah. Let your fingers out carefully and move aside.”
Thank you. Raven freed her hands and slid from Robin, dragging against the wall to do so. The dragging action made Robin’s loins pulse, but not enough to release all the pent-up tension inside. Nearby, Raven was trying to hide her nipples, hardened by her subtle movements against the wall, by hugging herself as innocently as possible.
Robin closed the hatch and locked it in place. “Thirsty?”
“Yeah,” Raven said quickly.
“We can talk over tea in private.” He assumed, with a bit of bias, that whatever she had on her mind would best be said in private.
Raven had the same bias, so she calmly agreed. “My room’s fine.”
“You’re letting me in your room?” he noted with amusement, and a little apprehension.
“I’ll make an exception this time,” she said, trying to hide her nervousness. “This is a big deal to me.” A very big deal indeed.
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