#raexbb

It doesn’t matter that the current crowd are all current and honorary Titans (the other original 4 included), gathered at the Jump City Tower in celebration of the 6th anniversary of the defeat of the Brotherhood of Evil.

She’s happy seeing her brothers and sisters-in-arms mingling, eating, drinking, smiling, and laughing among each other.

Her current beau, Changeling, chef amongst them particularly being the life of the party, going to-and-fro across the room in his red and white uniform.

His smile lighting up every interaction he’s apart.

Rightfully so.

As if memory serves it was Gar that led the charge on the Brotherhood that freed their teammates, turning the tide in their final battle against them.

He’s been getting handshakes, high-fives, and the like from some the other Titans.

Which leads us to her current problem.

While Raven’s dislike of crowds is well advertised among her teammates, there are things about her that she prefers to keep quiet.

Raven’s demonic linage carries with it interesting qualities.

Her eye and hair color.

Her powers.

But chief among them, and what she likes to keep quiet is her enhanced sense of smell (only known to Gar and Victor).

Some the female members of the Titans have been showing their appreciation to Changeling by hugging him.

Raven’s been feeling like they’ve been being much too friendly with their embraces, lingering a little too long wrapped around him.

She’d observed multiple times some of her fellow costumed heroines raking their hands across his arms and biceps, stroking the scruff of facial hair behind all hind façade of a friendly embrace.

The interactions also provoking the territorial side of her demonic nature.

Her latest comrade, Argent, having just created distance between herself and Garfield after the latest embrace, is still raking her fingers up and down his chest.

And she’d smell them all over him too, even from across the room. The benefits of her demon physiology.

She’d sometimes catch his gaze after said hugs, maybe picking up on her uneasiness on him being hugged by other women.

He’d crack that grin and the tightness in her face would ease.

Seeing his smile reminded her where his heart was.

But that still doesn’t excuse what’s happening.

Her relationship with the changeling is well advertised among the Titans.

Maybe their taking advantage of or misreading his friendly nature.

No way, growled Rage, and Argent is still rubbing his chest! They should know that Garfield belongs to us!

He doesn’t really belong to anyone, added Raven to her hot-headed emotoclone.

While I’m usually inclined to disagree with her, Rage does have a point, said Knowledge.

I think we should do something that tells these bitches to back off, Brave added.

We should mark him. Right now, in front of everyone, said Rage.

You don’t think that’s too drastic? Said Raven. I mean, that’d make us mated for life. I don’t know if I’m ready to make such a big step.

Please Rae-Rae, said Happy, the man sometimes calls us ‘his future wife’ and how many times have you and him spoke about formally adopting Timmy, Teether and Melvin and he’d have that dopey smile on his face.

I…I don’t think Gar’s going anywhere. We should do it. Added Timid.

“Hell must’ve frozen over if Timid’s agreeing with Rage,” Raven muttered quietly to herself.

“Hey Raven,” greeted Jinx, as she sauntered up to Raven. “Oh, Rae what’s with that pus.” She continued, referring to the look on her face.

“Nothing,” said Raven, “just thinking about Gar.”

“Oh, ” Jinx lightly teased, eyes twinkling with mischief as she began to set her eyes on the aforementioned changeling, “let him enjoy his time in limelight…oh.” Trailed off Jinx, putting her hand to her mouth in as if to say, ‘oh my god.’

She still got her fucking hands on him! Roared Rage.

“Argent’s getting way too familiar there, Rae,” said Jinx worry and irritation on her face.

But at that moment Gar removes Argent’s hand from his chest without missing a beat still participating in the conversation with Argent.

Argent then tries her luck once more, reaching for his hand, presumably a more friendly target.

“Fuck this,” muttered Raven, shoving her cup into Jinx’s hands as she stormed off.

“This is gonna be good,” said Jinx, taking a swig of Raven’s drink. “Ugh,” she said, spitting it back into the cup, “herbal tea.”

Raven’s pushing her way through the throng of superheroes, giving no concern to whom she shoved into.

She shoves into Nightwing, spilling his drink.

“Whoa, Raven”, said Richard, grabbing her arm, “what’s the rush?”

She turns to face him, her irises colored a very angry red, glowing almost. Her eyebrows tighter than before, teeth bared. Her canines appearing elongated, almost as fangs.

“Let. Go,” she said through gritted teeth.

Nightwing suppresses the urge to shrink away.

He obeys, sweat dripping from his brow.

She continues on, pressing through the crowd finally arriving at Argent and Changeling, causing a commotion, and drawing attention to herself.

Argent turns to Raven, “Hey, Raven! How have…”

She doesn’t have chance to finish her greeting before a portal opens below her.

“Wha, ahhh!!” Went Argent as fell through.

A hush went over the room as the sound of someone hitting the water could be heard from outside in the Jump City Bay, followed by splashing and loud swearing in a British accent.

“Raven,” said Garfield, putting his hands up in placating manner, “baby, whatever I did…” he said as he was backing up from her.

“You didn’t do anything, Gar,” she said invading his space, speaking huskily, “it’s nothing you did.”

The red leaves her eye’s shifting back into her regular purple, then turning to a deeper shade.

“Don’t be afraid,” she whispered, “c’mere.”

She took his gloved hands into hers, guiding them toward her waist.

Then pulls him into embrace of her own, a scent of smoke and roses, mixed with her signature lavender wafting off of her.

“Raven,” muttered Gar huskily, her scent invading his nostrils, as his hold of her tightened.

She shushed him, placing the finger of her right hand on his lips, as her left hand remained around him.

She then ran her fingertips under his chin, her caressing digits making their way toward the back of his head pulling him closer.

She ran her nose along his neckline, right on his pulse, her nose barley grazing the fabric of his uniform covering his neck.

Raven then takes a quick inhale of her beau.

“Much better,” said Raven, as she gingerly brought her knee up between his legs, satisfied feeling his manhood hardening.

It never took much to get Garfield excited.

“Raven, what is this about?” Garfield inquired, between shuttered breaths.

She responds by bringing her left hand to his neck, a small sparks of her power crackling at the tip of her index.

She runs her fingertip down the material of his uniform. It’s covering his neck down to just below his collar, his uniform coming apart as Raven slowly, tantalizingly dragging her finger down exposing the emerald sink below the fabric.

Raven then brings her lip back to Garfield’s bare neck.

She places a kiss.

One more.

Then one more still.

The half demon then bites into the verdant flesh, hard.

Though not hard enough to break the skin.

But just hard enough to provoke an embarrassing moan from the emerald hero as Raven starts to suck down on where she’d sunk her teeth.

His claws popped out the material of gloves, digging to her leotard. The garment tearing as Garfield unconsciously runs his hands across Raven’s body, as she continues her ministrations.

She lets go, creating an audible pop.

A decent sized love bite is now on Garfield’s neck.

A deep, darker green standing in a stark contrast to lighter tone around it.

Raven’s power once more appears in her left hand, as she starts to run her fingertips across the hickey.

She removes her hand from his neck, revealing the mark now in the shape of a small raven.

She lays a kiss on the mark, then levels a solemn look to Garfield.

“Mine,” she whispered.

She then pushes herself off the wall, giving the still panting Changeling some space.

Red then colors her face, the embarrassment of this display in front of so many friends and comrades.

Her soulself envelopes her, it taking flight towards the hall, presumably towards her room.

“Change, what the hell was that?” Demanded Cyborg, as he pushed his way to the front of the crowd.

Garfield brings his hand too his neck, covering the fresh mark.