a fic, if you even care.
Trouble
She was going to kill him.
“I love your hands…” Raven purred, tracing slender fingers over his broad knuckles with absent fascination. For a moment, her hand rested atop his, lingering there as she admired the striking difference in size.
“They’re so much bigger than mine.”
Gar swallowed hard, pressing back into the wall she’d effectively cornered him against.
“Uh-huh.” he managed eventually.
She’d been at this for a while now—ever since she’d abandoned Jinx to hunt down Wally by the punch bowl. Gar wasn’t entirely sure if those two were “on” or “off” this week, but their mysterious disappearance made him lean toward “on.”
One thing he was certain of was the ex-villain’s uncanny talent for stealing his girlfriend and returning her completely inebriated.
Tonight was no exception.
“Ugh.” Raven frowned. Gar caught a glimmer of mischief in her eye. “This dress is so uncomfortable.”
Sighing, she glanced down at herself before looking back up at him through lowered lashes. Then, with complete confidence, she grabbed his hand and guided it to the curve of her waist, tilting her head slightly.
“Do you think it’s too tight?”
He wondered how this little black dress could possibly be tighter than the leotard she wore almost every day. Then again, the heart-shaped bodice outlined the soft swell of her breast in a way her uniform never did. His eyes swept over her form before he realized he had taken the bait.
“You look perfect.” Gar admitted, voice taut. His fingers instinctively flexed against her hip.
Raven smirked, clearly pleased with herself. Delicate fingers trailed up his arm, lingering on his bicep. Her nails traced lazy, slow circles over the muscle there, prickling goosebumps across his skin.
New Year’s Eve rippled around them in a swirl of celebration. Titans East hosted the annual event, and their Tower had been transformed for the occasion. Dim lighting cloaked the room, swallowing conversations under the murmur of music and laughter. It would’ve been easy to get lost in it, to sink further into this little bubble she was creating.
But this was a Titans party.
The walls had ears.
Just then, he felt her press closer.
“I just remembered the last time we were here,” she whispered, warm breath feathering his ear. “when you had me in the shower…”
His eyes fell shut as he drew in a long, steady breath.
Well, that just wasn’t fair.
It wasn’t entirely her fault. She always got like this. Usually his girlfriend was statuesque, carrying the kind of composure that only came from absolute control. Any lick of alcohol made every inside thought come spilling out. Right now, what he really wanted was to test out this particular truth-serum in a much more private setting.
Sadly, it wasn’t even midnight yet.
Gar’s brow shot up as he gently pushed her back. “Rae?”
“Yees?” she drawled.
“In case you forgot,” he began, a small, amused smile tugging at the edge of his mouth. “we are in public.”
Raven rolled her eyes dramatically. She huffed. “Whatever, no one can hear me.” Violet eyes flickered down to her drink as she idly twirled the straw.
“Not the point.” She didn’t seem at all intimidated by his narrowing gaze. Holding his stare she very deliberately flattened the straw against her tongue and sucked.
God.
“How many of those have you had?” Gar asked, wiping a hand over his mouth as he eyed the Solo cup.
“Mm…” his girlfriend hummed around the plastic. “This is numberrr three?…four….” Her brow furrowed as she reconsidered, then shrugged.
“I’m calling it four—”
“Yeah, I’ll take that.” Swiftly he snatched the drink from her grasp, pulling it to a safe distance before she could protest.
“You’re bossy.” she pouted, her bottom lip jutting out. The complaint may have had more teeth had her voice not gone all soft and breathy. The corner of her mouth turned up and she leaned in again.
Gar just stared at her. A slow incredulous grin spread across his face. Shaking his head, he drew a long swig from the confiscated cup.
“You’re drunk.”
“I am not ‘drunk’,” Raven corrected, crossing her arms across her chest. “I’m just… having fun. Isn’t that what you’re always encouraging me to do anyway?”
He squinted in suspicion. “I guess…”
When her expression turned smug, he knew she felt she’d won.
Suddenly, her lashes drooped dangerously. Once again, she touched his arm, this time letting her hand crawl to the back of his neck, easily drawing herself against him. His arm circled her waist on instinct.
“Mm,” she murmured, breathing him in. “You smell really good…”
As her fingers toyed with the scruff at his nape, his own buzz told him to go along with it. After all, the way she was looking at him tonight would have made the teenage version of himself lose his fucking mind.
But he couldn’t help remembering a smaller Raven too—shy, reserved, and so out of her element in a place like this.
For a moment, he allowed himself to drown in it. Pressed his nose into the heat of her neck and inhaled deeply. A firm hand snaked up her back. Then with a quiet sigh, he eased her shoulder back.
“What do you think you’re doing?” His brow dipped.
“Me?” Doe eyes widened as she pressed a hand to her chest.
“Yeah. You.”
Her shoulders rose in a guiltless little shrug. “I’m talking to my boyfriend.” she said, quirking her lips sideways. “Is that allowed?”
“You know what you’re doing.” The accusation was quiet but resolute.
“Do I?”
“Raven.”
His voice came out gently stern before softening into something desperate. “You’re killing me…”
His gaze lowered, smoldering with everything he hadn’t said. Raven watched him with equal intensity, a flush covering her cheeks.
“Seriously,” green searched amethyst, “what’s your game?”
A pause hung in the air between them as Raven considered her next move. She pursed her lips, and suddenly Gar felt like a mouse in a trap.
“Fine. You’re right.” At last she conceded, lifting her hands in surrender. “Gee, I’m not sure what my problem is tonight.” she sighed, a familiar sparkle returning to her eye.
He took a steadying sip of courage.
Raven tapped her chin as if thinking deeply, “Well… this party sucks.”
Her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Maybe I’m drunk,” she mused thoughtfully, “or bored.”
Her shoulders straightened as she took one deliberate step forward and snatched her cup from his hand. She tilted her chin, violets sweeping up through dark lashes.
“Or maybe…” her voice dripped into a low, rolling purr. “I just really want you to fuck me.”
Across the crowd, someone cheered over beer pong. The party continued swirling around them as if she hadn’t just dropped a nuclear bomb.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, teenage Beast Boy was doing victory laps.
It took Garfield several seconds to remember how to breathe. He thumped his fist against his sternum twice clearing his throat hard.
Quite satisfied by his reaction, Raven smirked, innocently pushing the straw back to her lips.
Gar dropped his head, shaking out a rugged exhale, then slowly lifted his gaze back to his tormentor. His eyes narrowed, but a dangerous little smile ticked up at the corner of his mouth.
“Okay, Missy,” his tone sank low and rough. He moved fast, grabbing her wrist, and plucking the cup from her grasp to set it down on the nearest surface. A delighted little laugh bubbled out of her as Gar yanked her toward him.
Still smiling, he murmured through gritted teeth against her temple, “I’ve had just about enough of you.”
Before she could get out a reply his free arm hooked around her waist and he started dragging her toward the exit.
“Let’s go.”
He wove through the crowd in long strides. Raven stumbled along beside him in a fit of suddenly shy giggles, her wrist still trapped in his grip.
Thrilled laughter faded into the thump of party music, their little pocket universe dissolving as it had never existed at all.
