Rosefield and holding hands. I doubt even the lemon princess can make this prompt pure sin
Challenge accepted - Adult Nonsense Ahead
Rose might not have been affected by the gore and horror movie in front of her, but she was the only one. All around them, the rest of the moviegoers were squinting from behind their fingers and cringing right back into their seats. Gar included. He tried his best to hold his own, and honestly he did better than he thought he would. He only cringed three times in the first half of the movie, and that was an improvement from the last movie they saw. So… he’d consider this a win.
“Awe, you poor thing.” Rose seemed to sense his tension, and she leaned over towards him, her breath smelling of Junior Mints. “Do you need someone to hold your hand?”
Gar glared at her and before he realized it, a jump-scare had made him reach out and grab her hand. Rose snorted and leaned back against the cushioned seat, her smile tilting to the side. She looked like she had something on her mind, but was debating whether or not she wanted to say anything. Instead, she leaned back in her seat and watched the movie, her thumb tracing slow circles along the inside of his palm. It was oddly soothing, and Gar felt his body relax, to the point where he was starting to actually enjoy the movie.
But he should have known better. Rose was never content like this.
Her fingers threaded in and out of his own, the back of his palm resting on his thigh. It wasn’t until he felt her fingers slide down the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to the fly of his jeans, before Gar realized exactly what she was doing. He turned and looked at her, eyes narrowing as her smile glinted in the thin light of the projector.
“I’m bored.”
Her fingers slid up the seaming on his jeans, pressing softly against the crease in his hip. Gar felt his body wake with the sudden thrill of it all. There was a couple a few seats behind them, but most of other people were closer to the screen, wanting to be engrossed in the images playing out in front of them. He swallowed his breaths, knowing that there was nothing he could say that would make her stop what she was doing, and also knowing that maybe he didn’t want her to.
Rose’s fingers traced the length of him through his jeans, and blood instantly rushed from the important, decision-making parts of his brain and flowed right to his cock. He shivered and spread his legs wide, looking over at her from under his eyelashes.
“If your bored, I have something you can play with.” His meant it more as a joke than anything else, but his voice was a husky grumble, and his tongue slid out to wet his lips. “And if you’re a good girl, I’ll return the favor.”
He was treading dangerous waters when he ordered her around, but then again… he also knew it could be so rewarding if Rose gave into what he asked. Rose seemed to thing about it for a long moment before her fingers found the top button to his fly and flicked it open.
“When we get home, we’re going straight to your room, and I’m gonna sit on your face and smoke a joint.”
Fuck. He found that hot. What in the world was wrong with him?
She slid the zipper down and his cock sprung free, pressing against the soft cotton of his underwear. Her palm slid against his length, rubbing the head through the fabric as she hummed in the back of her throat. “And then I’m going to let you fuck me as long and as hard as you want.”
His cock jumped, twitching against her hand.
“But first…”
She dropped to her knees and crawled between his legs, unsheathing his cock from his underwear. Gar’s head fell back against the movie theater seat, and he swallowed air as her breath ghosted over his skin. His eyes closed, and Rose flicked her tongue against the tip of his cock, smiling.
“First… I’m going to keep myself from dying of boredom.”
One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I Love You - #91 - “I hope you like it.” GarRose
Disclaimer: Don’t own Teen Titans. Not making a profit.
One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I Love You’ #91: “I hope you like it.”
OTP: GarRose
“We need to talk.”
His fingers hovered over the controller buttons as he slowly lowered the headset off his ears. “Okay.” Gar spoke slowly, keeping his green eyes locked to Rose’s worried blue eye. He set the controller aside.
Rose dropped her keys and purse on the floor with a heavy sigh. Shedding her coat and her shoes, she walks over to him and stands in front of the television. “I-“ She started, hands raising in front of her.
Gar’s eyebrows raised. He wasn’t sure what was going on or what he’d done wrong. “You?” He responded confused. Normally, she’d just call him an idiot and threaten to sentence him to a night on the couch.
She huffed, biting down on her lip.
“Are you breaking up with me?!”
“What?” Rose questioned, reeling back at his question. “No! Of course not. Why would you even say that?”
“Well, in the several years we’ve been together, you’ve never said that we needed to talk.” He pointed out.
“So, you think I’m trying to break up with you?!” She asked her eyes narrowing at him as she shook her head. A tired hand came to her forehead as she rested her weight to right leg. “Really Garfield?”
“What am I supposed to think?” He screeched hands raising in surrender.
“Not that!”
“Well…” He gestured for her to continue.
Rose huffed, running a frustrated hand through her hair. “I-“ She started, but stopped with a growl. Her eye stopped to the beer sitting on the end table next to him. “Got damn it.” She snatched the beer bottle and chugged the remaining contents.
“Feel better?” He questioned, slightly amused.
“Yep.” She confessed, taking a seat on the coffee table in front of him. She tossed the empty bottle behind her ignoring the clunk as it hit the hardwood floor. She’d get that later.
He nodded. “So…”
“I found the engagement ring.”
“You what?” Gar questioned. His nose wrinkled in confusion.
“I wasn’t snooping, but,” She continued. Rose knew she was snooping, but she was never going to admit that to him. “I was cleaning up,” Lie. “And I found it, and I can’t ignore it. It’s scary, and I know it’s there, and-“
“What engagement ring?!”
If she didn’t know any better, she’d think her green boyfriend had no idea what she was talking about. He was a good actor, but he had trouble lying to the people in his life.
“The diamond ring in your nightstand drawer? That’s in a little red velvet box?” She reminded him anxiously.
His brows relaxed slowly as realization dawned. “You mean my mother’s engagement ring.” He stated. “I inherited it after she died.”
Rose froze. “That ring isn’t meant for me?”
“No.” He smirked.
Her cheeks flushed with horror.
“Unless you want it to be?”
What? “Are you proposing to me?”
“Do you want it to be your ring?”
“You can’t answer a question with a question.”
Gar chuckled. He folded his hands and rested his elbows to his knees comfortably. “You did.”
Fucker.
“It’s not a trap.” He assured. “Look, I love you.” Gar told her sliding closer, so he could sit in front of her. “Married or not, I’m not going anywhere, so,” He paused, picking up her hand and intertwining their fingers. “I want to know how you feel about getting.”
“I mean,” She sighed, feeling incredibly uncomfortable with the conversation. “I never saw myself getting married, so I’m not sure how I feel.” She’d never admit to anyone that she was envious of her brother’s adventures in domesticity and stability. Rose didn’t want kids and a white picket fence, but the prospect of marriage sounded strangely comforting.
“Do you like the ring?” Gar questioned. “I hope you like it, but don’t say that for my benefit.”
“I do.”
“You can try wearing it for awhile.” He suggested. “We can talk about the paperwork later.”
I was wondering if you could write a fic where everybody thinks that's Raven and Jason are a bunch of prudes and that maybe their relationship is just for show because they are not lovey dovey like other couples (Starfire and Dick). But one day catch Raven and Jason having sex and they are like oops our mistake they are totally a couple. Would be cool if you write but I would understand if you don't want to. And PS loved the new chapter that you wrote.
Hello,
I’m not sure if this was how you wanted. But I hope you enjoy it all the same! =)
Perception vs. Reality…
In the year since Damian had ousted them to the Bats, theyhad been ousted to the Titans as well. Honestly, he was pretty sure it was ahoax. About them being a serious couple.
They didn’t hold hands, they didn’t kiss in public, he waspretty sure they didn’t go on dates, and he was about one hundred percentcertain that Jason or Raven were hiding their sexuality or something by hangingaround the other.
Jason had more chemistry Kyle Rayner, or Artemis of theOutlaws, or even Kori, or Roy, not Raven. And that was what lead to him staringat them as they walked through the Tower, they were discussing somethingbetween them. Garfield frowned at their friend vibes as he looked over the rimof his comic to watch them.
“Whatcha watchin’ lover?” Rose flopped down beside him and henudged her to look at Raven and Jason talking. Raven had her nose buried in bookand Jason walked into the kitchen.
“They can’t be real, it’s a hoax,” he muttered.
“I don’t know, seems pretty real to me,” Rose mused.
“There’s no way,” he said evenly. There was just no way aguy as hot as Jason would date a woman like Raven. Not that Raven wasn’t hot,but Jason was so far out of her league.
“Give it a rest,” Rose said.
“Wanna bet?” Gar huffed.
“Why can’t it be real? She’s good for him, and he’s good forher,” Rose said.
“It’s been a year and they haven’t even kissed,” Gar pointedout. He had even dared them to kiss and Jason had only kissed Raven’s cheek.
“Maybe they aren’t lovey dovey, not all couples can be likeus,” Rose said as her hand slid up his thigh. He looked down as she gripped himthen.
“There’s Nothing There!” Gar squeaked.
“Wanna bet?” she hummed and he bit back a groan.
“What are you thinking?”
“Use that brain boy billionaire,” Rose purred as she grippedhim tighter. Gar bit his lip then.
“Fine, if they’re real I’ll pay you,” he grounded outsoftly.
“Oooo I like that,” she hummed.
“And if you lose?” he asked.
“I’ll do whatever you want,” she promised. He glared down ather then as he felt her palming him.
“Fine! Prepare to lose and not sit for a month,” he growledto her as he tugged on her pants then, he was thankful they were at the tablethen.
“We’ll see, and paws off, you haven’t won shit,” Rosegrowled as she stood, he growled in frustration as he watched her walking offas she did up her pants and waved at Jason and Raven as she sauntered off.
Fucking woman, she’d see, they weren’t real.
~~~*~*~*~~~
Jason noticed though that there was a large betting poolabout if he and Rae were a hoax or real.
On one hand, Jason found it amusing that they thought it wasa hoax. Why they thought this he didn’t know, just that they did. He didn’tthink it was any of their fucking business though as to if he and Raven werereal, it was between he and Raven.
On the other hand, he found it pretty fucking insulting thatpeople seemed to think it was a hoax. Raven was his girl, had been his bestfriend for years, and she was his better half. And he did not say that lightly,however, Raven was his better half.
Jason just didn’t know how to be open about what she was tohim. However, Raven knew what she was to him though, and that was all thatmattered. He supposed that would have to be enough for him. If he wanted to bepublic about this then he’d try to be very… un-him, and try to be open abouthis emotions and affections.
But he was him, and he had the entire Tower to himself, andRaven. Something he was going to take advantage of right now as he hoisted hisgirlfriend up, hooking her leg around his hip as he gripped her thigh tightly.Her fingers tugged on his hair, and that shirt was torn apart as he shoved heronto the kitchen counter.
“Not here,” she gasped.
“No one’s here,” he pointed out as he kissed her jawline andcaught her mouth again. His other hand pulled her closer, clutching thetattered material.
“Jay,” she whispered his name, and her powers had thingshoovering around them. Jason felt her pushing on his psyche; fuck this was heaven.He pulled a knife as he sliced through her panties, Raven whine at his actions,but he didn’t care as they fell to the ground and he pulled her closer. Theknife clattered on the counter.
“I liked those,” she muttered.
“I’ll buy you a dozen more,” he promised against her mouth,her fingers were tugging at his belt. He heard her snatch the knife, then felthis belt be sliced.
“Fair’s fair,” she mused and he chuckled.
“Impatient?” he mused as he kissed her collar bone.
“Very,” she promised as her legs tightened around his hips,pulling him closer to that heat she had, and he gripped her tighter.
~~~*~*~*~~~
“Oh come on,” Garfield said as he bounced into the Tower.
“Seriously, this again?” Rose sighed.
“I doubt they did anything while we were gone…!” Garfieldblinked as they walked into Tower. Rose’s eyes widened at the sight before her.
Jason’s back was to them, Raven was wrapped around him andagainst the wall, they’re hands were clasped tightly. And that was what theydidn’t show people, Rose figured, they were together and her company was aboutto scream judging by his face. Rose slammed a hand Garfield gaping mouth as shedragged him out of the room.
“What…?” Garfield started.
“Oh, you owe us a lot of money,” Rose smiled.
“But… What the?” Gar started.
“I’ll take my winnings in hundreds, and by midnight, come onbillionaire boy, you owe me drinks now and you’re paying,” she grabbed him asshe dragged him out of the Tower.
How about Rosefield passive agressive flirting. Bonus points if they're still in bed. As for questions, any plans for BBRae week this year?
“Your constellations are all wrong.” Rose tipped her head back, the cool sheets sticking to his overheated skin. The fabric slid over the curves of her form, bunching around her hips as she stared at the glow in the dark stars on Gar’s ceiling. “Your Draco is a hot mess. It doesn’t even curve that way.”
Gar rolled over and glared at her from beneath thick lashes. He shouldn’t be allowed to have eyelashes like that, or eyes so stupidly green, or that stupid strong curve to his jaw. He was just… ugh. She hated looking at him. She hated looking at that deep, satiated expression after having sex. He looked…
She didn’t want to think about it.
“They’re random.” He snorted and pushed a lock of hair out of her face. “You have split ends. You should fix that.”
Her face fell. Oh, he was so not cute. Not cute at all.
His lips tilted up at the edges and he hummed. “Get up. We’re going out.”
She’d rather not leave the bed, especially when he’s so close and looking like… that. She shifted, pulling the sheet back up to her shoulder. Her eyes slid down his chest and she let him know with a look of her eyes. “Order take out.”
He hummed, as if thinking., Paused, and then grinned. “Nah. Get up, Rose. We’re getting Thai.”
Rosecrossed her arms over her chest and leaned across the far wall,watching as Gar practically crawledontop of the pooltable trying to line up his shop enough to sink hislast ball into the side pocket. Rose had managed to arrange the ballsto the perfectspotsothat it was impossible for Gar to make a shot without scratching orgiving her an edge to a shot. Maybe she was just a littlebitof an asshole, but sometimes she thought he liked it.
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Shetook a long swig of her beer and walked up to him, resting her handon the edge of the table as Gar tried to readjust his shot, huffingcurses under his breath. He shifted around her, his hip knockingagainst hers and pushing her out of the way just enough to try andline up a clear shot. Rose’s smile split her lips and she blewagainst his ear justashe moved his cue into place. Gar jumped, sending the ball knockingagainst the rim of the table, the tip of his stick scratching theshot.
Hegrumbled and picked himself up off the table, turning around to lookat her with a huff. “You really areanasshole.”
Rose’sfingers curled under his chin, taking a half-step forward to crowdhis space. He puffed up his chest and lifted himself up onto his toesas if to look imposing. Rose could feel her heart turn over at thesight of him like that. It had been months since they had beenplaying this game. Sure, the sex was good - greatactually- but thiswasa new feeling. She felt a weird fluttering in her chest when Garpulled too close, or when he nipped at her, or when they were caughtin these moments of inbetween.Inbetween was this place of softness, when they tried sohardtocling to the shadows of people they had been before.
Thefluttering was annoying and inconvenient, and Rose wanted to ignoreit, but it was happening with more and more frequency. It was thatthingthatkept prodding at her. Sh shifted on her feet and tried to push him outof the way, so she could line up her shot quickly. She needed anotherbeer to drown out the way her heart rumbled against her ribs. Garstood his ground, planting his feet against and lifting his chin.
“Notwithout a kiss.” His voice was scratchy, rubbing under the rawtones of Black Sabbath. Gar wrapped his hand around the smooth woodof his pool cue and a leaned closer to her, shifting his weight onhis feet. A smile, teasing and playful, was pulling at the edges ofhis lips. He wasn’t mad about his loss, not even a little (whichwas a huge change from the competitive boy she had met all thoseyears ago), and Rose wasn’t sure if she could ignore her heartanymore.
Thiswas stupid.
“Comeon… one kiss and I’ll let you win.” His smile widened. “I’lleven buy you another-”
Hiswords were cut off as Rose leaned forward and pressed her mouth tohis. The kiss was hot, burning right through her own soul and etchingwords and secrets into her bones. It was like she had lit up with afire that she couldn’t quite name and felt something inside herthat was impossible to placate. She was outside herself and flyingamong the stars and this… this was just a kiss.A kiss.A stupid, pointless, useless kiss that was just to shut him up.
Shepulled away, gasping as her forehead bumped against his. “I…”
“Yeah.”He cut her off before the words grew between them. “Me too.”
One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I Love You’ - #82 - "I was in the neighborhood." GarRose
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans, not making a profit. "You have got to be shitting me." She sighed, dropping the freshly stolen briefcase to the marble floor of the bank. Rose folded her arms pushing a frown to her lips. "What a is it, Garfield?" "I was in the neighborhood." The green teen shrugged casually. "So, I decided to see what's up?" Rose raised an eyebrow. "What's up?" "Seriously?" "Yea." He nodded casually leaning against a pillar. "You just so happened to follow me as I came to rob the bank vault at two o'clock in the morning?" "No." He scoffed. "Really?" She was amused now. "Well," Beast Boy started, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I saw the security system was cut and the back door was open." She smirked. "And you decided to break in and do your own little inside job? What, your allowance isn't enough to keep your game habit going?" "Nice to know you care about my interests." He grinned. Her defenses rose. "You wish." She picked up the briefcase, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Don't bother calling for back up. I'll be gone, and you'll be beaten and bloodied before your little twits set foot in here." "I know." He chuckled calmly. "I'm just passing through. I was thinking we could get a coffee or something before you get out of here?" Rose looked at him, as if she were considering the invitation. "You're pathetic." She huffed, smiling mischievously at the changeling as she walked toward the exit. "Yet," Beast Boy grinned smoothly. "You're into me."
God. This had to be the most awkward parties in the history of awkward parties. Rose was being touted by her father on being his newest right-hand man, but somehow he had no clue that she was working for Titans. Her eyes progressively narrowed as he walked her around the room, introduction her to his associates.
Honestly, she didn’t know what in the world her father was thinking. She wasn’t exactly known for being social, and she certainly wasn’t happy with this charade - with her father suddenly weaseling his way into her life again. Ugh.
Rose managed to find a way to slide away from her father, weaving through the crowd of people to a small room in the back. It was quieter here, the hum of conversation fading out at the edges. She took a deep breath and fished through her handbag for a few cigarettes she stashed there.
Damnit. No lighter.
“Hey.”
She looked up, her heart suddenly skipping wildly in her chest. She felt foolish, like a young girl with her first crush. God, is this what he had reduced her to? To wanting him here beside her as Gar braved the worst of the worst. She was turning her into a snap of a human.
“You came.”
He smiled and fished a lighter out of his pocket. “Whenever you ask.”
