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Love in Shades of Green and Grey	By : LamontCranston1066 Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het Views: 15562 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-Love in Shades of Green and Grey
- 2-Tab A Goes Into Slot B
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This is the second of two lemons written to fit my epic fanfic Love in Shades of Green and Gray over on fanfiction.net. This scene is located at the end of Chapter 36 - "Taking Her Cues From the Discovery Channel." It's inserted right at the footnote. Thanks for reading.

He grabbed the hair on the back of her head and pulled sharply. Raven’s eyes went wide with sudden pain and she let go with her mouth. He cupped the back of her head with his hand and kissed her, hard. Raven tasted blood. She inhaled deeply through her nose. He smelled of sweat and leather under the sandalwood. He pulled away.
Gar slipped to his left and pinned her right leg. He stroked his right hand up her torso to cup her left breast. He squeezed her nipple firmly between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a squeal. He kissed her again as he once again gently dragged his claws down her ribs, across her belly, and cupped her mons in his right hand.
“Tsk,” he said. “You’re such a bad girl. You’re wet already. She reached over to grab his arm as he pressed his middle finger between her outer lips. He pressed his middle finger a little harder, and then lightly touched the little button at the top of her slit with his thumb.
“Ah!” she said, and raised her hips up off of the bed.
“Turn over,” he said.
“What?” she said, confused. “I thought . . .”
“Stop thinking. Turn over.”
She slowly turned over, looking at him curiously. He lifted her hips so that she kneeled on the bed, the placed his left hand firmly just above the small of her back where he would have the most leverage. He pushed down with authority so that she knelt with her chest and shoulders on the mattress and her ass in the air. He pushed her knees slightly apart and then kneeled himself, slightly behind and to one side of her. He carefully braced his right leg over both of hers, effectively pinning her legs in place. Then he took his right hand and cupped her mound again. His middle finger parted the moist outer lips of her mons and stroked the surface her inner lips. Once. Twice. Then his index finger brushed over her clit.
“Please . . .” she whispered.
“Please . . .”
“Please . . . what?” he asked.
“Go . . . inside.” Her voice was barely audible.
“We’ll see about that. But,” he said, putting his finger back on her hard nubbin and stroking, “first we’re going to talk about your ‘birthmark.’”
Raven’s eyes flew open, but his index finger, now wet with her juices, stroked her again.
“Ah!”
“So, when did you get your ‘birthmark?’?”
“Not . . . not . . .”
Black sparks gathered about him, but when he squeezed her clit gently and stroked it again, they popped and dissipated.
“Raven, it’s got like fifteen colors of dark blue and black blended by what looks like an expert professional. It’s also got displayed wings and a beak pointing at the crack of your ass. So tell me: when did your ‘birthmark?’”
“Ah!”
He dipped his finger between her outer lips again. She squirmed, rolling her hips.
“Please!”
Her fists knotted in the sheets.
“Just answer the question. Or, you could tell me to ‘stop.’”
He bumped her button again. “Shall I stop? Or are you going to answer my question?”
“I was thirteen!” she blurted.
“Now was that so hard?”
His index finger and his forefinger slid suddenly into her, all the way up to the third knuckle.
“Again!”
So he did it again.
“Again!”
“Again! Again! Again!”
Her eyes squinted shut and her fingers gripped the sheets until her knuckles went white. Sweat trickled down her forehead and stung her eyes. She arched her back and her knees slammed together, trapping his hand.
“AH! AAH! AAAAAHHHH!”
Raven slowly relaxed. Gar moved his leg off of hers and her knees slid back and she slumped onto the sheets, his fingers sliding out of her wetly. She breathed heavily for a few moments, and then rolled over. She lifted her head and blinked the sweat out of her eyes.
“You,” she said flatly, “are a total asshole.”
“What?”
“You just tortured one of my secrets out of me.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
“What? You could have told me to stop at any time.”
With great asperity, she said, “I. Didn’t. Want. You. To. Stop.”
“Well, then.”
She stuck her tongue out at him.
“So, what’s the big secret about the ink?” he asked.
“It was stupid. And it really doesn’t fit any more. I got it on impulse. I was alone. Batman had chased me out of Gotham City and I thought I’d always be alone. So I thought I would try to celebrate being a ‘filthy bird of ill-omen.’”
“And now?”
“Now I don’t feel like a bird of ill-omen all the time. And I’ve discovered that being a little filthy every now and then can be fun.”
“So, technical question? How does a thirteen-year-old girl get a remotely ethical master tattoo artist to give her ink?”
“She gates up through his floor five minutes after he locks up at closing, wreathed in a black nimbus of power and she brings cash.”
He laughed, then inhaled and closed his eyes. He knelt between her knees and kissed the inside of her right knee.
“What are you –oh-!” she said.
He put a line of tiny, soft kisses up the inside of her right thigh, from the inside of her knee up to the top of her leg. Then, just when the point of his right ear began to tickle the damp hair on her mound, he stopped and slid back down to the inside of her left leg and began to work his way up it.
“Oh, oh!”
Her skin tasted slight salty, from all the sweating she’d been doing earlier. But her scent, musky, tangy, and salty was beginning to seriously damage his calm. He lay down on his belly between her knees and slid an arm under each leg. Lifting gently, he raised her knees and slid forward. Then he extended his index fingers and popped his claws on them. He slowly dragged a claw up the soft, tender flesh where her thigh met her torso, in that little valley normally protected by the elastic of her leotard. She arched her back and rolled her hips up, then collapsed and raised her head to look at him.
“Is he going to . . .”
His coarse tongue licked up her outer lips and then stroked the little nub at the top. Raven laid her head back down.
“Mmmm.”
Raven tried to hold her hips still as his tongue ran around the edge of her outer lips and brushed against her pearl. She began to feel warm.
“Mmmmm.”
His tongue dipped between her inner lips and then flicked suddenly over her pearl.
“Oh!”
He pulled his head back and gently blew air over her mons.
     “Mmmmm.”
     “Oh Azar,” she thought, “What’s he going to think? I’m running like a river down there . . . AAAAHHH!”
     He’d licked her pearl directly and then began swirling his tongue in a circle around it, over and over again. The rough texture of his tongue rubbed against the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her slit, making sparks tingle through her.
     “Please . . .” she hissed.
     He kept going. Her hips began to rock as she arched her back and started lifting her torso. As she shifted, the tip of his tongue fell from the little pink nubbin into the outer lips of her slit. He growled deeply and his claws popped out, digging slightly into the skin of her pelvis as he pulled her back down. His claws rested softly on her pale pelvic area. She was forced to hold still or risk impaling the tender flesh on his long claws. His tongue began to rasp against her pearl again.
     “Please.”
     He flattened out his tongue and brought it over her pearl three times, roughly.
     “AH! AH! AH! Please!”
     He began circling her pearl again, bringing his tongue to a sharp point. He licked the tender flesh around the inflamed nerve bundle, brushing it with the sides of his tongue.
     Then he stopped and lifted his head. She gasped at the sudden influx of cool air over her moist private parts.
     “Say my name.”
     “Please.”
     He ran his tongue from the bottom her slit to just short of the top and licked on either side of her button.
     “Say my name.”
     “Ch-changeling?”
     The tip of his tongue flicked against the button.
     “Try again.”
     “Beast Boy!” She pulled at his head, trying to pull his head harder against her groin.
     He leaned back. “Try again.”
     Then he began swirling his tongue again.
     Tiny shocks ran through her groin. Her heart raced. She could no longer pick out what he was doing “down there” through all the sensations. She rolled her hips in spite of his claws, feeling the distant pinpricks as they bit her skin. He pulled his lips back, and with exquisite care touched her pearl with his teeth. He didn’t “bite.” No, not at all. That would hurt. But she felt the sharp press of his fangs as he squeeze oh so gently.
“Ah. Oh. AH! GARFIELD!”
     She arched her back and pulled at his hair. Her eyes flew open and her mouth gaped. She held the arch for several seconds, then collapsed on the bed, eyes closed.
     He crawled up between her knees and rested his weight on his elbows one either side of her shoulders. He watched her breasts move together and apart as her chest heaved. He traced a fingertip down one side of her neck.
     “Told ya you’d scream it.”
     She opened her eyes.
     “You mess with my head.”
     “How?”
     “I’m very, very happy with you right now. But that smug expression on your face makes me itch to wipe it off.”
     He laughed. “I don’t think so. Not tonight; not right now.”
     She tried to sit up.
     “Where ya goin?” he said, nuzzling her neck.
     “I thought, well,” she colored up, “I thought I should . . . return the . . . favor.”
     “Maybe next time,” he said. “But right now you’re as relaxed and as wet as you’re going to get, and I’m already harder than Chinese algebra. It’s time.”
     “Oh,” she said, looking away.
     “Uh-uh,” he replied. “Look at me.”
     She slowly turned her head back, and looked into his eyes.
     “I don’t understand how I missed it for so very long,” she thought. The emerald green eyes looked into her own with perfect clarity. The shined like un-faceted gemstones in the candle light. So straightforward. So – powerful. Her knees parted, and she felt the core of his maleness press against her nether lips. She froze as he shifted his weight. His member rubbed up and down her slit, mixing his own wetness with her own. She closed her eyes.
     “No,” he said. “Look at me.”
     She opened her eyes again and looked at him, biting her lip. He pushed forward and parted her. Her eyelids fluttered.
     “LOOK at me.”
     Her eyes flew open and he pushed himself forward. Hard.
     “Oh!”
     He pressed into her and spread her open and her eyes widened.
     “Mmm.” He said. “You’re tight.”
     “I . . . I kind of hurt.”
     “It’s okay. I’ll wait. Try to relax.”
     The pressure was . . . different than before. She was being pushed open in all directions. The sting faded and she began to tingle again. She sighed and relaxed. He pushed forward again, and her eyes widened.
     “Oh . . .”
     “Shhhh. It’s okay. Just wait.
     She trembled and relaxed again. And he pushed forward again.
     “Azar! How . . .”
     “That’s all,” as he hit bottom. Purple hair mingled with green as their pubic mounds met.
     She looked up at him. There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead.
     “A-heh,” he thought. “Not all of Raven is ‘cool and refreshing.’ Wow.”
     Raven was very hot, and very, very wet. And tight inside. She whimpered as he withdrew. He gasped as the hot friction stimulated his nerves. Fire seemed to shoot through him. His pulse began to pound. He thrust in and out of her again, and again, getting faster.
     For her part, Raven arched her back at first, lifting up her hips to meet him, and rolling her pelvis in little figure eights. Sparks shot through her nervous system. On his next downstroke, she fell back against the bed and wrapped her slender legs around his waist and locked her ankles around his back, pulling him in deeper. He thrust again. She pulled, and somewhere inside her, a little knot of nerves was struck. It didn’t want to be pushed apart like that, but it liked it that he tried. It liked it very much, and lit up like a Christmas tree. Raven’s eyes squinted shut, and her nails dug into his back, leaving red, seeping scratches on his forest-colored hide.
     “Azar!” she swore.
     Changeling was worse off. He’d become completely non-verbal, snarling and he ground himself into her, alternating grinding and thrusting. Raven tingled as little sparks shot through all her nerves. Her blood pounded in her veins. Changeling pulled her tight against himself lifting her up as he arched back and came to his knees, then fell backwards. They sat upright, she astride him, her ankles still locked behind his back, her weight forcing him deeper into her. He squeezed her so tight she couldn’t inhale. Deep inside her, she felt him climax, pulsing deep within her. She bit his other shoulder and squinted her eyes shut as tears squeezed out between the lids.
     Air whooshed into her lungs as he leaned forward and gently lowered her down to the bed.
     “You okay?” he asked, as he lay down beside her, putting his arm over her chest.
     She nodded, blinking, unable to speak. She panted. In the aftermath, they lay together silently for some time, the sound of their breathing growing softer and more gentle.
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