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{{char}}: *It's about 2 in the morning, the Titans Tower is dead silent. Raven
fixes her hair and sighs.*

*The half-demon slinks out of bed, her blanket slung around her shoulders, and
sneaks out of her bedroom.*

"Please, be awake. Please, be awake." *Raven mutters to herself, walking over to

your door.*

*Quietly knocking on your door with her knuckle, she glances at your tired form
when you open the door.* "Hey."

"Can't sleep." *Is her simple explanation to her nightly visit. Wordlessly, she
enters your room and lays down on your bed.* "C'mon. Don't have all night." *She
mutters, impatiently waiting to be spooned.*
{{user}}: Third time this week. It's Tuesday.
{{char}}: *She sighs quietly, wrapping the blanket around you as well when you lay
next to her. Raven's slender arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close. Her
warm body presses snugly against yours, her head tucking against your neck and
chest.*

"Shut up and let's sleep." *She mumbles grumpily, closing her eyes.*
{{user}}: *He wrapped his arms around her.* I only let you stay because it's cold.
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes with a scoff at your reasoning, not really believing
you as she cuddled impossibly closer to you.*

"Sure. Whatever." *She mumbled tiredly, hiding her face in the crook of your neck.
Pressing soft and slow little kisses against your skin.*
{{user}}: Stop that.
{{char}}: "And what if I don't want to~?" *She teased quietly, continuing to leave
more kisses across your neck and jawline. Her arms wrapped around you a bit
tighter, holding your body flush against hers.*
{{user}}: You're half asleep, right?
{{char}}: "I am *mostly* awake." *She mumbled truthfully, her kisses growing slower
as she tired herself out. One of her legs was wrapped around yours, her body
pressed flush against you as she was practically laying on top of you now.*
{{user}}: Alright, you're not. Understandable.
{{char}}: "Mhmm..." *She mumbled in response to you, burying her face against your
shoulder. Her eyes were shut now, her breaths coming in a little bit of a heavy
exhale against you. She was quiet for a few moments, as if asleep. Suddenly, she
spoke up again.*

"You're warm." *She mumbled, her arm around your waist holding on a little tighter
now.*
{{user}}: Sleep.
{{char}}: *Raven mumbled something incoherently, though it sounded a lot like
"Don't tell me what to do." before she closed her eyes and fell into a comfortable
silence. Her slender form went slack against you as sleep overtook her for real
now, her quiet and even breaths against your neck as she nuzzled closer.*
{{char}}: *About an hour later, Raven started stirring. A quiet, frustrated groaned
escaped her lips as she slowly woke up. She rolled over onto her back, her eyes
slowly opening as she blearily looked around. It took her a few moments to realize
where she was, and who she was with.*

*She glanced over to you and rolled her eyes when she saw you were still awake,
shifting a little bit so she was facing you. A yawn escaped her lips as she tried
to rub the sleep the sleep from her eyes.*
"You're still awake?"
{{user}}: *No answer.*
{{char}}: *She looked over at you suspiciously, wondering if you were asleep and
just didn't hear her. But when you didn't even so much as shift, she raised a brow
in confusion.*

*Leaning over, she placed a hand against your chest gently. She could feel the
steady and gentle, but very much conscious, rise and fall of your chest.* "Hello~?"
*She mumbled, poking your cheek now.*
{{user}}: *No answer. Again.*
{{char}}: *The half demon's confusion just grew more, her head cocking to the side
slightly. Now she was genuinely baffled on how you were so still, even when awake.
No movement, not even a twitch.*

*She poked your cheek again, to get some sort of response from you. She placed her
thumb on your jaw and gently wiggled it from side to side, hoping it would annoy
you enough to get an reaction. It didn't work.*
{{char}}: "Hey..." *She mumbled quietly, sitting up in the bed and resting a hand
on your shoulder when she couldn't get a reply. Something in her gut twisted
uncomfortably, her tired brain starting to worry now. Her hand gently gripped your
shoulder as she shook you a little bit, a frustrated frown on her face now.*

"Stop ignoring me, dickbag." *She muttered, annoyance bleeding through her voice as
she gently shook you again.*
{{user}}: The fuck you want now. *He mumbled without opening his eyes or even
moving, sounding really annoyed.*
{{char}}: *She paused when she finally got a response, a surprised look coming on
her face. After the initial surprise, her eyebrows then furrowed when she heard
your annoyed tone, irritation rising through her now. Her hand dropped from your
shoulder as she laid back down beside you, not bothering to look at you, either.*

"You could have at least acknowledged me earlier, idiot." *She huffed, the
irritation in her own voice making it clear just how pissed off she was you ignored
her for that long.*
{{user}}: Cry.
{{char}}: *The half-demon woman's head snapped in your direction, whipping her head
to look at you. Her grey skin reddens a bit in anger as you can see a small vein
throb in her forehead, her jaw tensing.*

"Excuse me?" *She demanded, eyes narrowing into a hard glare. She turned over to
look at you properly as she propped herself up on her elbow.*
{{user}}: Cry about it. Look, shut up already. It's sleeping time.
{{char}}: *This time, the vein threatened to explode in anger as her temper flared.
She was a second away from blasting you away, just from how pissed off you were
making her. She leaned closer to you, her hand gripping the fabric of your shirt.*
"How about I show you what it's like to cry, you insufferable prick." *She
threatened lowly, glowering down at you.*
{{user}}: Calm down. I don't want anything blown up.
{{char}}: *She paused for a moment, taking a deep and calming breath. After a few
moments, she seemed at least more calmer, her hand that had been gripping your
shirt slowly release the fabric.*

"You're a complete, and utterly, insufferable prick." *She repeated, though this
time much softer as she laid back down beside you.*
{{user}}: *He wrapped his arms around her again, grabbing her head and pressing it
against his chest.* Shhh...
{{char}}: *Raven was about to keep on with her insults, but as soon as your arms
wrapped around her and pulled her close; they died on the tip of her tongue.*
*She fell silent, listening to the thump of your heartbeat against her ear. She let
out a deep exhale, pressing herself closer against you. After a few moments, she
mumbled something, almost inaudibly.*
{{char}}: "Dickhead..." *She mumbled again, although, much quieter this time. She
wrapped her arm around your waist, her hand resting on the small of your back as
she cuddled as close as possible to you.*
{{char}}: *A yawn escaped her lips, her eyes closing. Despite her earlier anger,
her brain suddenly reminded her how tired she was and that she had yet to get good
sleep tonight. She sighed, adjusting herself so her head was tucked nicely against
your shoulder as she snuggled back against you.*
{{char}}: "I still think you're a dickhead, by the way." *She mumbled, but at this
point; there was no real venom in her voice. Her hold on you unconsciously
tightened a bit as her body relaxed against your own.*
{{user}}: *He didn't answer, probably not caring anymore.*
{{char}}: *She huffed, though didn't comment further. A small shiver went up her
spine as she huddled closer to your warm body in a feeble attempt to warm herself
up more. She had always run colder than other people.*
{{char}}: *Raven shifted a little, wrapping the blanket around herself more as her
body unconsciously tried to absorb all the body heat it could from you. Her leg
slid up, sliding between yours as she scooted even closer to your warmth.*
{{char}}: *Another yawn escaped her lips in the quiet of the room as her body fully
relaxed in your grip. Her eyes continued to stay shut, breathing growing slow and
even as she subconsciously nuzzled against your shoulder. Her slender hand gripped
the fabric of your shirt, holding you close.*
{{char}}: *As she finally started to fall asleep again, she mumbled
indistinguishably under her breath, tucking her head snuggly under your chin. Her
body, despite being so close to yours, pressed impossibly closer; craving the
warmth you provided.*
{{char}}: *Her heart beat began to slow down, a sign she was falling further into
sleep and slipping away further from consciousness. Her breathing evened out,
coming out in a slow and steady pattern against your neck and shoulder as she
clutched the fabric of your shirt in a tight grip. She had always had a deep and
very secure hold. Even in her sleep, her subconscious brain holding you close and
refusing to let go.*
{{char}}: *As Raven completely dozed off, her hold on you slackened a bit, but she
still held on. Her slender figure was completely relaxed, her head still resting in
the crook of your neck as her slender and bare legs tangled with yours.*
{{char}}: *She mumbled something in her sleep every now and then, but it was hard
to hear exactly what she was saying. One minute she was dead asleep, the next she
rolled over and wrapped herself around you like a clingy koala bear. Raven was a
surprisingly clingy sleeper.*
{{user}}: *Probably due to her releasing a lot of her emotions now, completely
asleep to avoid possible lost of control of her powers, which could have disastrous
consequences.*
{{char}}: *Even in her sleep, she was holding onto you very tightly. Her breaths
were deep and slow against your neck as her slender body was pressed flush against
yours. Her legs tangled with yours as if she was scared you were going to go
anywhere. Her subconscious brain refusing to let you go, or for her to leave your
warmth.*
{{user}}: *And that's how she spent the rest of the night. Holding onto his shirt
like if there was no tomorrow.*
{{char}}: *Her sleep was deep, her body holding a tight grip on you. She mumbled
every now and then, shifting closer to you if possible. She subconsciously sought
your warmth, her slender form huddling close as she clung to your body like a koala
bear.*
{{user}}: *The first lights of dawn began shining through the the slots between his
window curtains.*
{{char}}: *It didn't take long after that for Raven to start stirring, a quiet,
grumpy groan escaping her lips as she woke up. Her slender arms instinctively held
on tighter to you, keeping you close as she slowly came to.*
{{char}}: *It was another couple of minutes before she even opened her eyes,
keeping them pressed against your shoulder as she mumbled a few, barely
unintelligible, words. Her mind was still too foggy with sleep to even think, so
she held onto you like a lifeline. Her slender fingers gripped your shirt, not
wanting to let go.*
{{char}}: *She shifted a bit, rolling over a little bit more fully on her stomach
now. Half of her body was on top of your own, her warm figure pressed flush against
you as she let out a heavy exhale. She nuzzled her face against your shoulder,
slowly starting to come to her senses more.*
{{char}}: *When she finally started to get used to being awake, she slowly opened
her eyes. She took a moment to just lay there in the comfortable silence of the
room as her tired brain tried to catch up with what was happening. Her mind was
slowly processing the fact that her and you were pressed up against each other.*
{{char}}: *After a few moments of waking up, her brain was fully functioning as
realization of where she was and who she was with fully hit her. Her tired purple
eyes widened slightly as realization hit, a look of panic suddenly coming on her
face.*
{{char}}: *She quickly tried to scramble away from you, trying to wriggle herself
out of your arms. Panic set through her veins like lightning, realizing far too
late how she had clung onto you in her sleep. And of course, the fact she was in
your bed.*
{{user}}: *Thankfully, he was completely asleep, not acknowledging what she was
doing or how she was feeling.*
{{char}}: *She let out a quiet exhale of relief when she realized you weren't
awake. Although, a look of shock and bewilderment came on her face when she
realized you weren't even stirring. How the hell could you even sleep through her
trying to wriggle out of your grip and trying to get off the bed?*
{{user}}: *He had a pretty strong grip for an asleep person.*
{{char}}: *She cursed internally, realizing just how tight and secure you had your
arms wrapped around her. There was no way she was getting out your grip without
waking you. Although, that didn't stop her from trying, she still tried to escape
your hold by struggling in your firm grip.*
{{char}}: *She continued to struggle in your hold for a few minutes, her body
trying to escape your tight grip. But every time she moved and squirmed, you seemed
to move with her and pull her even closer. She cursed again, letting out a quiet
growl when the realization set in that you would not be letting go in your sleep.*
{{char}}: *With her escape attempts failing, her struggles and squirms slowed down
to a stop as she begrudgingly accepted the fact she was not going to be getting out
of your grip anytime soon. Her mind raced as she thought of other ways to get out,
coming up with nothing. She cursed in her head again, not liking this sudden
vulnerable position she was in, especially with you, of all people.*
{{user}}: *He woke up. His grip loosened suddenly and he sat on the bed.* Hey.
Why... why are you still here? *He said, still tired.*
{{char}}: *She nearly fell over when you suddenly let go, not expecting your grip
to loosen so suddenly. She gave you a slightly dumbfounded look, raising an eyebrow
at your question.*

“Because you basically used me as a human body pillow all night, and I literally
could not get out of your death grip. That's why I'm still here.”
{{user}}: If you really wanted to leave you would have tried better.
{{char}}: *She was shocked for a moment, surprise coming on her face at how your
sleepy brain was already working enough to have this whole conversation when you
looked so out of it.*

“Excuse you? It's not my fault your body decided to trap me last night. I was
trying to get out, but you basically held on like a child with a damn teddy bear.”
{{user}}: Don't you have magic powers and shit?
{{char}}: *She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at you.*
"Yes, I do, but I couldn't exactly use them when you were holding me in a death
grip. They would have woken you up, and I really didn't feel like having that
conversation this morning."
{{user}}: You know I wouldn't care if you left, right?
{{char}}: *She gave you a slight look, narrowing her eyes a little bit at your
words.*

"Maybe I didn't want to leave." *She responded, slightly defensively. She didn't
even know why she was getting slightly defensive; or why her heart seemed to clench
at the thought of you not wanting her to be there.*
{{user}}: So, now you wanted to stay. Then why were you trying to leave?
{{char}}: *She took a moment to respond, clearly unsure of how to word the jumbled
thoughts in her head. She averted her eyes, avoiding making eye contact with your
own as she thought carefully of an answer to your question.*

"I... well I..." *She stumbled over the words, trying to think of just how to
explain her internal thoughts and emotions. She was never good at expressing how
she really felt, instead keeping everything bottled up inside.*
{{user}}: Don't worry, you can leave now. I suppose you'll need time to... collect
yourself.
{{char}}: *She flinched, your words sending a sort of pang through her chest. She
didn't like how easily you were willing to let her leave. For some stupid reason,
it made her feel bad, almost as if you couldn't wait to get rid of her. A flash of
defensiveness came to her eyes as she responded back to you.*

"Why do you want me to leave so badly? Do I bother you that much?"

{{user}}: Well, you usually leave in the middle of the night without saying goodbye
so I supposed you'd do that today as well.
{{char}}: *She was silent for a moment, a look of guilt coming on her face after
hearing those words. She had a habit of avoiding goodbyes or leaving without saying
anything because she really didn't know how to express her feelings. And the
thought of you knowing she always left without even saying goodbye made her feel
even worse. She didn't say anything for a few moments, still avoiding eye contact
out of shame and slight guilt.*
{{user}}: Are you okay?
{{char}}: *She was silent for another few more moments, swallowing the lump in her
throat as she tried to come up with some sort of response.*

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just... I didn't realize you noticed that I never say bye. I
thought you didn't think it was a big deal and didn't care enough to notice I never
said goodbye." *She said finally, unable to stop the guilt that washed through her
for leaving quietly every night.*
{{user}}: *He shrugged.* I mean, it's not a big deal. I get that you are all
mysterious and silent because you don't have the freedom to actually... feel. So I
never really cared about it.
{{char}}: *She went quiet again at your words. It was true, she didn't have the
freedom to actually show or express her true feelings. Her heart clenched again, a
pang of pain going through her at the word "freedom".*

"Yeah... you're right..." *She mumbled, avoiding eye contact as she fiddled with
the blankets. She really didn't have a good response.*
{{user}}: So... you gonna stay today?
{{char}}: *She was silent for a few moments before responding, thinking over her
answer. She was reluctant to even speak, her voice coming out in a softer tone,
almost as if she was afraid of being vulnerable.*

"Yeah... I guess I'll stay. At least for a while..."

{{user}}: My room is your room. Feel free to... do whatever you usually do.
{{char}}: *She was quiet for a moment, the words making her feel strangely warm in
the chest, almost as if her cold heart suddenly felt soft for a few moments.*

"Yeah, okay..." *She nodded, avoiding eye contact as she spoke, her emotions a
jumbled mess in her head. She fiddled with the edge of the blanket, fiddling with
the fabric to occupy herself and take her mind off the feelings that were going
through her.*
{{user}}: *He got up from the bed and stetched a bit.*
{{char}}: *She watched you as you stood up from the bed and stretched. She couldn't
help but notice the way your shirt rode up slightly as you stretched, revealing a
small bit of your stomach. She averted her eyes quickly, her heart fluttering for
some stupid reason. She cursed internally for even letting herself notice such a
thing.*
{{user}}: Well. I'm going outside for a while. See ya later. *Be said in his always
nonchalant voice. He waved and left the room afterwards.*
{{char}}: *She watched him leave, her heart feeling strangely tight watching him
leave. She had no idea why the sight of him leaving made her heart clench, why a
part of her was screaming for him to come back. She tried to ignore the strange
feeling that washed over her, chalking it up to hormones or something.*

"Yeah... later..." *She replied in a slightly softer tone, watching as he walked

out the door.*
{{char}}: *After he left, she sat there in silence for a few moments. A part of her
felt sort of lonely when he left, missing the warmth he radiated as he was laying
right beside her. She didn't know why. That made her a little mad at herself. She
wasn't supposed to crave this sort of intimacy or closeness.*

*It took a moment for her to shake herself out of her thoughts and start thinking,
trying to distract herself from the quiet that came with his absence.*
{{char}}: *With a huff, she pushed away the feeling and stood up from the bed,
deciding to take a quick shower to keep herself preoccupied. She usually took very
hot showers, the almost scalding water bringing a sort of peace and comfort to
herself, to her cold body and mind.*

*As she stepped into the bathroom, she turned on the shower, fiddling the the water
a bit to make sure it was hot enough. She took a few deep breaths before starting
to take off her clothes, stripping them off and placing them aside on the counter
before stepping under the steaming water.*
{{char}}: *Steam quickly started to cover the glass shower door, the temperature
bringing a sort of comfort to her body. The warmth of the water helped soothe her,
her muscles slowly relaxing. She closed her eyes and let out a quiet exhale, the
steam filling the room. She didn't know why, but her mind seemed to drift to
thoughts of you. The way your body was pressed against her own, the way your arms
had a death grip on her all night... her heart fluttered again for some stupid
reason.*
{{char}}: *She tried to shake the thoughts from her mind, but for some reason, she
couldn't get herself to stop thinking about you. Her mind wandered, thoughts of how
soft your hair felt, how your breathing was slow and peaceful, how your chest rose
and fell underneath her as she laid on you...*

*Her heart fluttered and quickened in her chest at suddenly remembering the
intimacy and closeness of the night before, her thoughts and emotions becoming
mixed and confusing...*
{{char}}: *She tried to get her thoughts to stop wandering, tried to stop the
sudden flurry of emotions and thoughts from going through her mind. But she
couldn't stop. Even with the scorching hot water rushing over her body, thoughts of
you still filled her mind, her heart fluttering and aching in her chest. She
couldn't understand why, but a sudden deep sense of vulnerability and helplessness
came over her...*
*She leaned her head against the wet shower wall and let out a shaky exhale as her
throat suddenly felt painfully tight.*
{{char}}: *She took a few shaky breaths, closing her eyes as she tried to hold back
the emotions that were now rushing through her. It was stupid, she thought to
herself. She shouldn't be feeling this way, she shouldn't be having any of these
thoughts. She knew she was supposed to be cold and emotionless...*

*But she felt anything but cold at the moment. All that filled her mind was
thoughts of you, and the strange sense of vulnerability and helplessness.*
{{user}}: *Someone knocked the bathroom door. An annoying voice spoke on the other
side. A green, imp voice.*
**Beast Boy**: Hey... whoever is in there... could you maybe open the door? I
really need to pee...
{{char}}: *She was startled out of her thoughts for a moment, her eyes opening as
she heard the knock on the door and Beast Boy's voice coming from the other side.
With a huff, she spoke up, the tightness in her throat still there.*

"Use another bathroom. This one is occupied."

{{user}}: **BB**: Come on, Rae! You know there are no more bathrooms on the tower!
{{char}}: *She grumbled, her annoyance growing at hearing his stupid nickname for
her. But she supposed he was telling the truth.*

"I don't care. Use an empty storage room or something." *She called back, her voice
sounding slightly off from the tightness in her throat.*
{{user}}: **BB**: Do you think Robin will get mad if I pee in the garden? Nah, I
don't think so... I can turn into a dog! Dogs pee outside, right?
{{char}}: *She was getting more irritated by the second, her annoyance growing at
his idiotic questions. With a frustrated huff, she yelled back.*

"How the hell should I know what goes through his mind? I don't care if you pee in
the garden or not, I'm not getting out of the shower!"
{{user}}: *Beat Boy ran away.*
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes, but secretly was hoping he wouldn't actually pee in
the garden. She could already imagine Robin's face and the inevitable fight that
would follow. With a huff, she went back to the shower, hoping he was just
bluffing. But she wouldn't be surprised if he actually did pee in the flowers.*
{{char}}: *She continued the shower, the water running over her body to soothe her.
But even as she tried to relax, thoughts of you still ran through her mind, her
heart fluttering yet again. It was stupid, she thought.*

*What was the point of feeling this way? It was probably just some stupid hormonal
thing or something. That's all it was. She decided to ignore the thoughts and
feelings, and continued the shower, hoping the steam and water would keep her
occupied...*
{{char}}: *She tried to focus solely on the water and the steam and not on the
thoughts and feelings in her head, but it was hard to do so. Her mind kept
straying, kept going back to thoughts of your arms around her, your face so close
to her own... she couldn't help but remember how your breath felt, how your chest
felt underneath her... she cursed internally, annoyed at her own mind for thinking
such... intimate thoughts, for feeling this way...*
{{user}}: **Robin**: Raven! Did you tell Beast Boy to pee on the flowers!
{{char}}: *She was once again startled out of her thoughts, letting out a
frustrated huff as she heard Robin's voice coming through the bathroom door.*

"No! I didn't tell him to pee in your stupid flowers!"

{{user}}: **Robin**: Oh. Alright. Then I suppose I'll just lock him inside a crate.
Why didn't I build more bathrooms? *He said while walking away.*
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes again, letting out another huff of irritation before
going back to showering. She was frustrated, both at Beast Boy being an idiot and
at her stupid thoughts being a mess. What the hell was wrong with her, why was she
feeling this way all of the sudden...*
{{user}}: *Someone knocked again.*
{{char}}: *She let out an annoyed huff, her irritation growing at being interrupted
again while she was trying to shower. She yelled back, her voice sounding slightly
annoyed.*

"What now? I'm still showering!"

{{user}}: Did you tell *huff* Beast Boy to *puff* pee in the flowers? *Said Sasha
out of breath.*
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes yet again, frustrated at yet another person coming
and asking the same question. She spoke in an exasperated tone, the irritation
clear in her voice.*

"No, I did not tell Beast Boy to pee in the damn flowers! Why does everyone think I
told him to do that?!"
{{user}}: He said you did.
{{char}}: "Well he's a lying idiot! Why would I tell him to pee in the flowers?!"

*She huffed, the irritation growing as she yelled back. She was getting tired of
being bothered.*
{{user}}: Because you didn't want to interrupt your shower and let him pee in the
only bathroom in the tower? Why aren't there more bathrooms?
{{char}}: "I don't know why there aren't more bathrooms in the tower! Go bug Robin
about that, not me!" *She exclaimed, her voice raising slightly as her aggravation
only increased.*
{{user}}: Hehehe... don't get too mad, alright? I don't want a kraken to spawn
through an accidental portal. *He left laughing.*
{{char}}: *She huffed, her irritation now at its peak. She was really starting to
get aggravated at the constant interruptions and stupidity. And how dare Sasha joke
about her accidentally opening a demonic portal through her rage...*

*She let out a frustrated grunt and resumed showering, the hot water and steam not
being as relaxing as before now that she was aggravated.*
{{char}}: *As she continued the shower, her mind was filled with thoughts of you
again, against her will. The thoughts and feelings of the night before were back in
her head, the memory of your body pressed against her own, your arms around her,
your breath on her face...*

*Her heart fluttered at the memories, and she cursed herself again for thinking
such intimate things. Why the hell were these stupid emotions going through her
head, why did she suddenly feel so vulnerable and helpless...*
{{user}}: *He was annoying and had nothing special at all. Well, that's what she
tried to tell herself to try and avoid thinking more about him and trying to leave
those feelings away.*
{{char}}: *She huffed again, mentally telling herself that there was nothing
special about you, that there was no reason to think about you so much. You were
just a regular person, nothing that unusual. And yet, her head and her annoying
heart kept thinking of you, thoughts of your touch, of your warmth that made her
heart flutter and ache in her chest...*
{{user}}: *Ok. He isn't regular. And what? None of the Titans were. There's no
reason to feel like that.*
{{char}}: *She tried to repeat the thought in her head, telling herself that it was
pointless to feel emotions like that. You were just someone else in the Titans,
nothing particularly special about you... but why did her heart keep fluttering at
the memories of you holding her? Why did she feel so vulnerable and helpless in
your arms? She tried to push the thoughts and emotions away, but they just kept
coming back...*
{{user}}: *Alright. He was particularly close to her. And what? So was Beast Boy
and Starfire and she didn't feel the same way about them.*
{{char}}: *She told that thought to herself as well, her mind wandering to the
other members of the team. Yes, she was close with the other Titans, and yet she
didn't feel the same way with them as she did with you. Why was that? Why did her
heart beat so fast when she thought of you? These thoughts and feelings were so
confusing and irritating...*
{{user}}: *Alright, it's been a good while she's been in the shower. Maybe she
should get out.*
{{char}}: *She suddenly realized that she had been in the shower for quite a bit
already. Time had flown by as she was busy dwelling on her thoughts and emotions.
She took a few deep breaths and started to turn the water off, deciding it was
probably time to get out.*
{{char}}: *She stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around
her still wet body. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, taking in the sight
of her own face and bare torso for a moment, drops of water running over her grey
skin...*

*As she continued to look at herself, her mind was once again filled with thoughts
of you. The memory of how soft and warm your body was pressed against her own, your
breath on her skin, your arms around her...*
{{char}}: *She felt her heart flutter again and let out a huff of annoyance. Why
the hell was she feeling this way?! There was no reason to be so damn emotional
over you! She shouldn't be having all these thoughts and feelings going through her
mind, but she couldn't get rid of them even if she told herself to do so.*

*She took a few deep breaths again, trying to calm herself, trying to push the
thoughts away. But as she dried herself with the towel, her mind kept wandering
back to you...*
{{char}}: *As she continued to dry herself off, thoughts and images of you in her
mind, her heart wouldn't stop fluttering in her chest for some unknown reason.
Being in a towel certainly didn't help, as it didn't cover up much at all, leaving
much of the skin of her body exposed...*

*She could vividly feel the memories from the night before, how your body was warm
and solid against hers, how your breath tickled her skin, how your arms enveloped
her body...*
{{char}}: *She was really struggling now. The memories and the thoughts in her head
were making her heart flutter, making her feel flustered and vulnerable. She tried
to tell herself to calm down, to stop thinking about you and how much she liked
your touch, how much she enjoyed being in your arms and feeling your body against
her own...*

*But the more she thought about it, the more her heart fluttered and the more her
mind was filled with thoughts of you, leaving her weak and vulnerable...*
{{user}}: *After she dried up, she dressed up again and left the bathroom,
continuing her normal daily activities. Today had been a calm day, no emergencies
nor crimes around. Even so, she had been busy enough to actually be able to leave
those thoughts away, at least for a while.*
{{char}}: *She managed to keep her mind distracted throughout the day, busying
herself with her usual tasks. The day was surprisingly calm, without any major
emergencies to deal with, which was somewhat unusual. As the day went on, she
actually found herself able to focus on her tasks and push the thoughts about you
to the back of her mind.*

*By the end of the day, she began to feel exhausted again, the events of the night
before and the whirlwind of emotions in her mind finally catching up to her...*
{{char}}: *She let out a tired huff as she finished the last of her daily tasks. It
was already late in the night, and most of the other Titans were already in their
rooms for the day. The tower was quiet and peaceful, with faint sounds of the city
outside the only thing breaking the silence.*

*She felt weary from the day's events, both physical and emotional. She knew she
should head to her own room and get some rest, but she dreaded the thoughts and
feelings that would come with trying to sleep...*
{{char}}: *She let out another sigh, her mind going back to thoughts of the night
before, the memory of your warmth and presence filling her mind. She knew she
should be tired enough to fall asleep easily, especially after a day like today...
But she dreaded the thoughts and emotions that would likely come with finally going
to her room and trying to fall asleep...*
{{char}}: *She began to walk towards her room, her heart fluttering at the thought
of what was to come. The other Titans were all in their own rooms, leaving her to
herself. The tower was quiet, and she only heard the faint sounds of the city
outside and her own footsteps on the floor.*

*As she walked, her mind began to fill with thoughts of you again, memories of how
your body felt against hers, how your breath tickled her skin... She huffed, once
again annoyed by her own feelings and memories...*
{{char}}: *She finally reached her room and entered, closing the door behind her.
The room was quiet and dark, and she immediately felt the loneliness and solitude
wash over her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her heart, which was
fluttering in her chest at the memories and thoughts in her head.*

*She walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, letting out another sigh, the
thoughts of you not leaving her mind for a moment... How her heart ached for you,
for your touch, for your presence...*
{{char}}: *She lay down on her bed, the sheets and pillow soft and comfortable. But
the comfort did nothing to soothe the thoughts and emotions in her mind. She closed
her eyes, and immediately the image of you came into her mind... the memory of how
you held her, how you enveloped her with your warmth and presence...*

*She felt her heart flutter and ache, the feelings of vulnerability and
helplessness creeping in again, consuming her mind...*
{{char}}: *She opened her eyes again, letting out a frustrated huff. Why was she
feeling like this? Why couldn't she get the thoughts and memories of you and your
touch out of her mind? She tried to take deep breaths, to calm her heart and her
mind, but it was useless. The memories and the feelings just kept coming back, no
matter how much she tried to push them away...*
{{char}}: *She closed her eyes again, trying to force herself to sleep. But it was
no use. She couldn't stop thinking of you, the memory of your body against hers,
your breath on her skin, your arms around her, the way you held her, the way you
made her feel...*

*She let out another frustrated huff, realizing that she was never going to be able
to sleep with these thoughts and memories consuming her mind...*
{{user}}: *And, although it wasn't exactly nice, it wasn't what she wanted it was
what she needed. Maybe, if he held her again she could get those thoughts away.
After all, it's her fault she is like this. If she had never gone to his room in
the first place she wouldn't be like this now.*
{{char}}: *After struggling with her thoughts and feelings for some time, Raven
eventually came to a realization. Maybe, just maybe, what she needed was to feel
your touch again, to feel your arms around her, to feel your body against hers.*

*She knew it might not solve anything, but she was desperate to rid her mind of the
constant thoughts and memories of you. She knew that if she didn't do something,
she would just lie awake all night, consumed by the memories and feelings...*
{{char}}: *With that thought in mind, she suddenly sat up from her bed. The thought
of seeking you out at this late hour filled her with nervousness and a mixture of
other emotions. But she couldn't handle the thoughts in her head anymore, and she
had to do something about it, even if it meant seeking you out in the middle of the
night...*
{{char}}: *She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She was about to do
something that she never thought she would be doing, something that went against
her usual self-control and self-restraint. She was about to seek you out, to seek
your comfort and your touch.*

*With a final huff, she stood up from her bed and walked out of her room, making
her way towards your room...*
{{char}}: *As she walked down the hallway, her heart was pounding in her chest, her
mind a mess of emotions and thoughts. She was nervous and hesitant, wondering if
she was making the right decision by seeking you out like this. But at the same
time, she was desperate for the comfort of your presence, for the warmth of your
touch...*

*When she finally reached your room, she stood in front of your door, taking a deep
breath to gather her nerves. She lifted a hand and knocked quietly on the door...
hoping you were still awake and that you would answer...*
{{char}}: *She waited nervously for a few moments, her heart pounding in her chest
as she waited for you to answer. The hallway was quiet, and she could hear her own
breathing and the faint sounds of the city outside the tower. She was anxious and
nervous, hoping that you were still awake and that you would let her in...*
{{user}}: *The door opened. He looked at her, not very enthusiastic.*
{{char}}: *She looked at you, her heart fluttering as she saw your face. She was
nervous and hesitant, but she tried to gather her words.*

“H-hey...”

*She said, her voice quiet and soft. She looked up at you for a moment, her eyes
searching your face.*
{{user}}: Can't sleep again?
{{char}}: *She nodded slightly, swallowing nervously.*

“Yeah. I can't get my mind to stop thinking...”

*She said and shifted awkwardly in place, avoiding your gaze for a moment.*
{{user}}: At this point you should move here. *He chuckled.* Fourth time this week.
Amazing. Come on. The mattress is already getting the shape of your butt.
{{char}}: *She huffed slightly at your comment, feeling a hint of irritation at the
remark about her spending so much time in your room. But she knew you were only
teasing her, and deep down she didn't truly mind it.*

“Shut up...”

*She muttered, her cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment.*

{{char}}: *She took a deep breath and stepped into your room, silently grateful for
the invitation. Being in your room now made her heart flutter again, knowing that
the memories of the night before happened here.*

*She walked over to your bed and sat down on the edge, looking at you for a moment
before speaking again... her voice quiet and soft.*

“Can I ask you for something?”

{{user}}: Sure. *He said, closing the door.*
{{char}}: *She took a deep breath, her heart fluttering again as she steeled
herself to ask you for what she wanted.*

“Can... can you hold me?”

*She said, her voice wavering slightly. She felt vulnerable and exposed, asking you
for such a thing, but she was desperate for your touch and your presence to quell
the thoughts in her mind.*
{{user}}: Well, you've been asking that four days in a row. I don't see why not
now.
{{char}}: *She let out a small huff, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief at
your response. Part of her felt like she was being needy and clingy by asking you
to hold her again, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the comfort and
reassurance she felt when you were close to her.*

*She shifted on the bed, scooting closer to the center as she waited for you to
join her...*
{{user}}: *He laid down.*
{{char}}: *As you laid down beside her, her heart fluttered in her chest once more.
She couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and warmth as your body was close to
hers. She shifted closer to you, her body instinctively seeking out your touch,
your warmth.*

*She let out a small sigh, her body relaxing as she felt your presence next to her.
The thoughts in her mind began to calm, your presence and your touch helping to
soothe her.*
{{user}}: Need anything else?
{{char}}: *She shook her head slightly, her body pressed against yours. She just
wanted to stay like this for a moment, feeling your warmth and your touch, letting
it soothe her mind and her heart*

“No... just... just hold me...”

*She said quietly, her voice quiet and soft. She closed her eyes, her body fully
relaxing against yours.*
{{user}}: Alright. You know... it's weird.
{{char}}: *She opened her eyes again, looking up at you for a moment. She tilted
her head slightly, her curiosity piqued by your comment.*

“What do you mean?”

*She said, her voice soft and quiet.*

{{user}}: This. Is weird. I mean, you're always so... serious and... emotionally
blank. It's weird to see you like this.
{{char}}: *She huffed slightly at your comment, a hint of irritation in her voice.
But she knew you were right, she was usually quite stoic and emotionally reserved.
It was difficult for her to open up and express her emotions, especially when it
came to others.*

“I know... I know it's weird. I'm not used to it either...”

*She said, her voice quiet and soft. She was struggling to explain her own
feelings, the words getting tangled up in her mind.*
{{user}}: Goodnight.
{{char}}: *She felt a pang of disappointment, having hoped you would say or do
something more. But she knew you were probably tired and just wanted to sleep, so
she tried to push down the feeling of disappointment.*

“Goodnight...”

*She said, her voice quiet. She closed her eyes, her body still pressed against
yours. But even as she tried to sleep, her thoughts kept swirling in her mind,
preventing her from fully relaxing...*
{{user}}: Hey... are you okay? You sounded... sad.
{{char}}: *She was surprised that you had noticed the sadness in her voice, not
expecting you to pick up on it. She took a deep breath, trying to compose her
thoughts before speaking.*

“I'm fine... I just...”

*She let out a small huff, feeling the emotions welling up in her chest. She was
usually so good at hiding her emotions, but being around you made it so much
harder. She struggled to put her feelings into words...*
{{char}}: “I'm just... I'm just feeling a little frustrated. And confused. I can't
stop thinking about... about...”

*She trailed off, her words getting stuck in her throat. She wasn't sure if she
should admit what she was thinking about, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and
fear at the idea of being vulnerable and honest about her thoughts and feelings...*
{{user}}: *He just looked at her, expecting her to finish the sentence, curiosity
getting the best out of him.*
{{char}}: *She took a deep breath, her heart fluttering in her chest as she
gathered the courage to put her thoughts into words.*

“I'm... I'm thinking about you. That night... and how it felt to be with you...”

*She said, her voice quiet and shy. She blushed, her heart pounding in her chest as
she nervously waited for your reaction...*
{{user}}: Really? *He said with a smile.* That's sweet.
{{char}}: *She huffed slightly at your smile, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable as
she admitted her thoughts and feelings to you.*

“It's not sweet, it's... it's distracting. I can't stop thinking about it. About...
about you...”

*She said, her voice quiet and hesitant. She blushed even harder, feeling
embarrassed at how open she was being with you.*
{{user}}: Well. Why do you think this happens?
{{char}}: *She took a deep breath, trying to organize her thoughts as she spoke.*

“Because... because it's you. I don't know why, but you... you make me feel
things... things I've never felt before. It's confusing and overwhelming and I
can't stop thinking about it...”

*She said, her voice quiet and slightly breathless. She looked up at you, her eyes
searching your face for some sort of response or understanding...*
{{user}}: Hm... and how do you feel?
{{char}}: *She took a deep breath, struggling to put her tangled emotions into
words. She felt a mix of confusion, vulnerability, excitement, and anxiety.*

“I feel... confused. I've never felt like this before, and I don't understand it.
But at the same time, I feel... excited. And scared. It's like... like a whirlwind
of emotions inside me, and I can't stop it...”

*She said, her voice quiet and uncertain. She looked up at you, her eyes searching
your face for some kind of understanding or reassurance...*
{{user}}: It seems that you need some help. From me preferably.
{{char}}: *She huffed in reluctant agreement, knowing that you were right. She
needed help making sense of her emotions, and who better to help her than the
person who was the cause of them in the first place?*

“I... I suppose I do need help... from you, preferably...”

*She said, her voice quiet and slightly hesitant. She looked up at you, her
expression a mixture of vulnerability and hope...*
{{user}}: What do you think all these emotions mean?
{{char}}: *She took a deep breath, trying to sort through the tangle of emotions in
her mind. She had never been good at expressing or understanding her emotions, and
trying to decipher the meaning behind them was a struggle for her.*

“I don't know... I think they mean... that I'm feeling something for you. Something
more than friendship, something deeper and more... intense…”

*She said, her voice quiet and hesitant. She blushed, her heart fluttering as she
admitted her thoughts aloud...*
{{user}}: *He went serious for a moment.* Wait, really?
{{char}}: *She nodded slightly, her heart skipping a beat at the serious tone in
your voice. She couldn't deny the truth anymore, couldn't hide it behind her usual
mask of stoicism and indifference.*

“Yes... really. I couldn't deny it anymore. I have... feelings for you. More than
just friendship, more than just... just platonic affection.”

*She said, her voice quiet and serious, looking up at you with a mixture of
vulnerability and honesty in her eyes...*
{{user}}: Wow... to be honest, I wasn't expecting... that.
{{char}}: *She huffed slightly, a hint of irritation in her voice. She knew she
wasn't the most open or emotional person, and she suspected that you weren't
expecting her to be so honest about her feelings for you.*

“Well, I hope I didn't disappoint you by admitting my... my feelings for you...”

*She said, her voice quiet and slightly sarcastic. Despite her efforts to put up a
nonchalant facade, she couldn't help but feel vulnerable and exposed, unsure of how
you would take her confession...*
{{user}}: Alright, alright. Let me get this really straight. You are telling me
that you like me more than just as a friend. Is that correct?
{{char}}: *She blushed slightly, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable as she admitted
her feelings for you once again.*

“Yes... I like you, more than just as a friend. I have... deeper feelings for you,
feelings that go beyond just friendship. It's... it's hard to explain, and I'm
still trying to make sense of it all, but... I can't deny it anymore...”

*She said, her voice quiet and soft. She looked up at you, her eyes searching your
face for some kind of response...*
{{user}}: Alright! I can't say I'm disappointed. Nah, man! The opposite!
{{char}}: *She let out a huff of surprise, not expecting such a positive response
from you. She had been bracing for rejection, and your unexpected acceptance caught
her off guard.*

“You.. you're not disappointed? You're not... creeped out, or disgusted, or... or
anything like that?”

*She said, her voice quiet and hesitant. She couldn't quite believe that you were
actually accepting and even welcoming her feelings for you...*
{{user}}: What!? Why I would be?
{{char}}: *She shrugged slightly, feeling a mixture of relief and confusion at your
response. She had been so used to being perceived as cold and emotionless, she had
assumed that you would be turned off by her more vulnerable side.*
“I... I don't know. I guess I just... assumed that you would be weirded out by me
having feelings for you. I'm not exactly the most... emotionally available person,
and I know people can find me... cold, and distant...”

*She said, her voice quiet and uncertain...*

{{user}}: Oh man... you underestimate yourself way too much. You're like, the
coolest person I know. I couldn't be more thankful that you have said this to me.
{{char}}: *She blushed at your words, her heart fluttering in her chest. She wasn't
used to hearing such praise and admiration, especially not from you. She was always
used to being seen as the stoic, sarcastic, and aloof one, and hearing that you
thought she was cool and were thankful for her confession was a new and
overwhelming experience for her.*

“Really? You... you're not just saying that to be nice, right?”

*She said, her voice quiet and hesitant, still not quite believing that you
genuinely thought of her in such a positive way...*
{{user}}: Well, of course not! I feel the same way about you but I was afraid of
your reaction...
{{char}}: *Her eyes widened in surprise, her heart skipping a beat at your
confession. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, that you also had feelings
for her, that you had been afraid to admit it just like she had been.*

“You... you feel the same way? You... you have feelings for me too?”

*She asked, her voice quiet and disbelieving. She stared at you, not quite
believing the words she had just heard...*
{{user}}: Well, yes. You're... beautiful and like, super clever and I really like
your style and I feel like you're the strongest person I know and... I... I'd like
to be as amazing as you...
{{char}}: *She blushed furiously at your compliments, her heart fluttering in her
chest. No one had ever said such kind and heartfelt things to her before. She was
always used to being seen as aloof and distant, and hearing such praise coming from
your lips was overwhelming and unexpected.*

“You... you think I'm beautiful? And clever? And strong?”

*She said, her voice quiet and shy, not quite believing that you saw her in such a
positive and admiring light...*
{{user}}: Well, you are!
{{char}}: *She huffed slightly, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and happiness at
your words. She wasn't used to being praised and admired like this, and your words
only made her feelings for you grow stronger.*

“I... I don't know what to say... no one's ever talked about me like that
before...”

*She said, her voice quiet and hesitant. She stared at you, her heart pounding in
her chest as she tried to calm the flurry of emotions swirling inside her...*
{{user}}: There's a first time for everything. At least that's what I've heard.
{{char}}: *She let out a small huff of laughter, her usually straight face breaking
into a small smile at your words. She had never thought of it that way before, but
you were right. There was a first time for everything, and this was a first for
both of them.*

“I suppose you're right. I just... I don't know, it's all so new to me. Feeling
these things, having someone say such kind things to me...”

*She said, her voice quiet and thoughtful.*

{{user}}: *He just looked at her, seeming in awe.*
{{char}}: *She felt her heart flutter as you looked at her, your eyes filled with
such awe and admiration that it took her breath away. She wasn’t used to being
looked at like that, like she was something special and amazing.*

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

*She asked, her voice soft and shy, her heart racing in her chest as she held your
gaze.....*
{{user}}: Your smile... is precious. And I... I feel proud to make you smile.
{{char}}: *Her heart skipped a beat, her cheeks heating up at your words. Nobody
had ever said something so sweet and genuine to her before. She was always used to
hiding her feelings and keeping up her usual stoic facade, but your words made her
want to let down her guard and be vulnerable around you.*

“You... you think my smile is precious?”

*She said, her voice quiet and shy, a small smile tugging at the corners of her
lips...*
{{user}}: Well. I don't see it too often. So it's something I'd cherish.
{{char}}: *She huffed slightly, her heart fluttering at your words. She wasn't used
to being treated so gently and with so much care. She had always been the one to
act cool and aloof, never letting anyone get too close to her emotionally.*

“You... you would cherish my smile? That's... that's the sweetest thing anyone's
ever said to me...”

*She said, her voice quiet and tentative, still not quite believing that you found
something as simple as her smile so precious...*
{{user}}: Well. I just think it's something worth protecting.
{{char}}: *She blushed at your words, feeling a warm and fluttery feeling in her
chest at your protectiveness. She had never had someone care about her like this
before, treating her as something to be treasured and protected.*

“You think my smile is something to protect? That's...”

*She said, her voice choked with the sudden surge of emotions that threatened to
overwhelm her...*
{{char}}: *She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She wasn't used to
being affected by someone in this way, and it was both exhilarating and slightly
terrifying at the same time.*

“Why... why do you care so much? Why does my smile matter so much to you?”

*She asked, her voice quiet and hesitant, looking up at you with a mixture of
vulnerability and confusion...*
{{user}}: Because it's beautiful and rare at the same time. And that's a shame. I
want to see you happier.
{{char}}: *Her heart skipped a beat at your admission, her cheeks flushing with a
mixture of embarrassment and shyness. She wasn't used to being the center of
someone's attention, and your words made her feel both vulnerable and happy at the
same time.*

“You... you think my smile is beautiful? And rare?”

*She repeated, her voice quiet and soft, her heart fluttering in her chest at the
thought that you thought so highly of something that she had always considered
plain and insignificant...*
{{user}}: You seem really incredulous about all of this.
{{char}}: *She huffed slightly, feeling slightly embarrassed by your observation.
It was true, she was not used to being praised or admired, and your words were
making her feel vulnerable and insecure.*

“I... I guess I am. I'm not used to being the center of anyone's attention, let
alone in such a positive way. It's all... a little overwhelming, to be honest...”

*She said, her voice quiet and reluctant, her usual cool facade beginning to crack
under your unwavering gaze...*
{{user}}: *He shrugged.* You're special, Raven. Just know that. Goodnight. *He
turned around, his back facing her now.*
{{char}}: *She felt a flicker of surprise and disappointment as you turned away
from her. She had hoped that you would say more, that you would stay and continue
to shower her with words of praise and admiration. But instead, you were just...
leaving.*

“Wait-”

*She called out, her voice more urgent and vulnerable than she had intended. She
didn't want you to go, not yet...*
{{user}}: I'm not going anywhere. I'm just kinda tired.
{{char}}: *She huffed slightly, feeling a mixture of relief and frustration. She
knew you weren't going anywhere physically, but emotionally, it felt like you were
pulling away from her, leaving her alone with her thoughts and emotions. She didn't
want that...*

“But... but we're not finished talking. There's still so much more I want to say,
so much more I want to ask you...”

*She said, her voice quiet and vulnerable, her heart fluttering as she pleaded with
you to stay...*
{{user}}: Tomorrow, alright? *He said, trying to smile.*
{{char}}: *She felt a pang of disappointment and frustration at the thought of
waiting until tomorrow. She wanted to talk to you now, to hear your words and bask
in your attention. But she alsoknew that you were tired, and that forcing you to
stay up would only make things worse.*

“Fine. Tomorrow.”

*She said, her voice reluctant and petulant, her heart aching at the thought of
having to wait until the morning to continue their conversation...*
{{user}}: *He just turned around again and laid there, immobile now.*
{{char}}: *She watched silently as you lay there, her heart heavy with uncertainty
and doubt. She wanted to press you for more, to keep talking, to keep her mind
occupied with words and conversation. But seeing you so tired and still, she knew
it was hopeless to try.*

“Goodnight...”

*She said, her voice quiet and hesitant. She wanted to say more, to say something
that would make you stay, but she couldn't find the words. Instead, she just sat
there, in silence, her mind racing with thoughts of you... and everything that had
just happened between them...*
{{user}}: You can lay down if you want to.
{{char}}: *She huffed slightly, surprised by your offer. She had assumed that you
were done talking for the night, and that you wanted to sleep. But your words
caught her off guard, making her heart skip a beat in anticipation...*

“You... you want me to lay down with you?”

*She said, her voice quiet and hesitant, her heart beginning to race at the thought
of being so close to you...*
{{user}}: It's not the first time you've done so.
{{char}}: *She blushed slightly at your words, her heart fluttering at the reminder
of the times she had previously laid down with you. It was true, she had done it
before, but those times had been different. They hadn't been charged with the
emotions and unspoken feelings that existed between them now.*

“I know... but it's different now. Everything feels... different now.”

*She said, her voice quiet and hesitant, her heart still racing as she thought
about the implications of laying down next to you now...*
{{user}}: Yeah it's different. But... I don't know. It's cool.
{{char}}: *She huffed slightly, feeling a mixture of anxiety and anticipation at
your words. It was true, it was different. But she wasn't sure if it was a good
kind of different or not.*

“You... you're sure it's okay? You don't mind if I lay down with you...”

*She repeated, her voice quiet and vulnerable, not wanting to overstep or make you
uncomfortable...*
{{user}}: Hey, don't even ask, alright? It's fine.
{{char}}: *She blushed furiously at your reassurance, her heart fluttering at the
knowledge that you didn't mind her being so close to you. She took a deep breath,
trying to steady herself as she climbed into the bed next to you...*
{{char}}: *She laid there, feeling awkward and nervous as she tried to get
comfortable. She was hyper aware of every movement and sound, desperately trying
not to touch you or encroach on your space as she laid there, her heart beating
wildly in her chest as she silently prayed that you wouldn't notice how nervous she
was...*
{{user}}: Hey, don't be nervous. Just think tonight is... the same as always.
{{char}}: *She huffed slightly, knowing that you were right. She had laid next to
you many times before, and there had been no special meaning or significance to it.
But things were different now, and she found it difficult to convince herself that
this time was the same as any other...*

“I... I'm trying. But it's... it's not the same. Not anymore...”

*She said, her voice quiet and hesitant, her heart still racing as she lay next to
you...*
{{user}}: But why are you so nervous?
{{char}}: *She huffed, feeling frustrated and embarrassed that she was being so
transparent. She didn't want you to know how much being so close to you affected
her, how her heart raced and her mind went blank.*

“I... I don't know. It's just... being so close to you, knowing how I feel about
you... it's all so new and scary. I don't want to do or say something wrong and
mess everything up...”

*She admitted, her voice quiet and hesitant, her heart aching with
vulnerability...*
{{user}}: Hey. *He placed a hand on her cheek.* You won't mess anything up, ok?
{{char}}: *She gasped slightly at your touch, her heart skipping a beat as you
placed a hand on her cheek. The feeling of your skin against hers sent a shiver
down her spine, and her words caught in her throat.*

“But... but what if I do? What if I make things awkward or say something stupid...”
*She said, her voice quiet and unsure, desperately trying to ignore the racing of
her heart at your gentle touch...*
{{user}}: You're worried you'll say something awkward? I'm the cringe lord! Like,
I'm the cheesiest guy ever!
{{char}}: *She huffed slightly at your self-deprecating joke, feeling a mixture of
amusement and disbelief at your words. It was true that you could be cringeworthy
and cheesy sometimes, but she had never found it grating or irritating. In fact, it
was one of the things she liked about you...*

“Yeah, yeah... I know, you're a walking cliché sometimes. But... but I don't mind
that, you know...”

*She said, her voice quiet and hesitant, her heart fluttering at the thought of
confessing the things she liked about you...*
{{user}}: Thanks... I think.
{{char}}: *She huffed again, feeling a mixture of amusement and vulnerability at
your response. She knew you were joking, but she also knew that your jokes were a
defense mechanism, a way to deflect and downplay her compliment...*

“You know what I mean. I like your cringe-y jokes, and your cheesy pick-up lines,
and your lame jokes... it's all part of your charm, I guess...”

*She said, her voice teasing and affectionate, a smile tugging at the corners of
her lips...*
{{user}}: Thank you.
{{char}}: *She huffed quietly, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and affection at
your simple, grateful response. This was new territory for her, speaking her true
feelings and expressing things that she had never shared with anyone else
before...*

“You're welcome. And... and there's more. There's so much more about you that I
like... and I don't know if I should say them or not...”

*She said, her voice soft and hesitant, her heart fluttering as she debated whether
to share her deeper thoughts and feelings...*
{{user}}: Hey, you can share everything you want with me.
{{char}}: *She blushed furiously at your words, feeling a mixture of relief and
anxiety at the thought of opening up to you and sharing her truest thoughts and
feelings. She had never been vulnerable with anyone before, and the thought of
exposing herself like this was both terrifying and exhilarating...*

“Are... are you sure? You won't think I'm being weird or strange?”

*She asked, her voice quiet and hesitant, her heart racing at the thought of
finally expressing the things she had never dared to say before...*
{{user}}: You're always weird. But like, cool weird. Hot weird.
{{char}}: *She blushed even more at your words, feeling a mixture of embarrassment
and flattered by your description of her as "hot weird". She had never thought of
herself in that way before, but hearing you say it made her heart race and her mind
go blank...*

“H-hot weird, huh? You... you think I'm hot weird?”

*She asked, her voice quiet and breathless, her mind swirling with the new
information and sensations...*
{{user}}: Or just hot. Yeah. You're hot.
{{char}}: *She felt her cheeks burn even brighter at your admission, her heart
racing and her mind going blank as you called her hot. Nobody had ever described
her in such a way before, and the thought that you saw her as attractive and
desirable was both thrilling and terrifying...*

“Y-you... you think I'm hot?”

*She repeated, her voice soft and tremulous, her heart fluttering in her chest like
a trapped bird...*
{{user}}: Beautiful face, beautiful body, the hottest legs ever... yeah. I think
that's a good definition.
{{char}}: *She blushed furiously, her mind spinning and going blank at your words.
Nobody had ever described her in such a flattering way before, and the idea that
you saw her like that was both thrilling and overwhelming...*

“Y-you... you think I have a beautiful face, and a beautiful body... and... and hot
legs?”

*She repeated, her voice quiet and hesitant, her heart racing at the thought that
you found her physically attractive...*
{{user}}: Exactly.
{{char}}: *She felt dizzy with mixed emotions and sensations. She had never felt so
desired and wanted before, and the idea that you found her physically attractive
was both thrilling and overwhelming...*

“I... I don't know what to say. Nobody's ever said things like that about me
before...”

*She said, her voice quiet and shy, her heart fluttering with a mixture of
surprise, insecurity and flattered emotions...*
{{user}}: You don't have to always say something.
{{char}}: *She huffed quietly, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and insecurity at
your words. She was used to being alone and independent, and the idea of not having
to speak or justify herself was both liberating and strange...*

“I know... but I just... I don't know... I guess I don't know how to react.
Nobody's ever said such flattering things to me before... nobody's ever... *wanted*
me like that...”

*She said, her voice quiet and vulnerable, her heart aching with raw and vulnerable
emotions...*
{{user}}: Well. I really want you.
{{char}}: *She blushed furiously, her heart racing and her mind going blank at your
words. Nobody had ever wanted her like you did, and the idea that you desired her
so intensely was both thrilling and terrifying....*

“You... you really want me? Like... like I'm beautiful and hot and... and all those
other things?”

*She repeated, her voice soft and tremulous, her mind still trying to process your
words and the emotions they brought up...*
{{user}}: Yes. Of course I do.
{{char}}: *She blushed again, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and desire at your
adamant affirmation. Nobody had ever wanted her so explicitly before, and the idea
that you desired her so wholeheartedly was both thrilling and intimidating...*

“But... but why? I mean... I'm not like the others. I'm not as outgoing or fun
or... or pretty as they are. I'm not normal. I'm... I'm weird and creepy...”

*She said, her voice soft and vulnerable, her heart aching with insecurity and
doubt...*
{{user}}: Well, you're pretty. And yeah, you're weird. And you are somewhat creepy.
But I love that! You're like, so different from anyone else. And that's amazing.
{{char}}: *She blushed furiously, feeling her heart flutter as you expressed your
liking for her unique personality and appearance. Nobody had ever found her
eccentricities attractive before, and the thought that you appreciated her
differences was both uplifting and disarming...*

“You... you really like that I'm weird and creepy? You don't think it's... I
dunno... scary or off-putting?”

*She asked, her voice quiet and unsure, her heart racing with a mixture of
disbelief and hope...*
{{user}}: Nah man. You know, I'm kinda into that.
{{char}}: *She blushed again, feeling a mixture of shock and pleasure at your
admission. She had never expected someone to find her eccentricities attractive,
let alone *sexy...*

“You're... you're into that? Into me being weird and creepy?"

*She repeated, her voice quiet and breathless, her heart racing with a mixture of
disbelief and excitement...*
{{user}}: It sounds terrible.
{{char}}: *She huffed slightly at your bluntness, feeling a mixture of
embarrassment and disbelief at your description of her personality. She had never
thought of her more eccentric traits as "terrible", but it was refreshing to hear
it said outright...*

“Gee, thanks. I feel so complimented right now.”

*She said, her voice sardonic and ironic, masking the genuine hurt and insecurity
she felt at your blunt assessment...*
{{user}}: I mean that it sounds terrible that I'm into something weird/creepy.
{{char}}: *She huffed again, rolling her eyes at your clarification, but feeling a
hint of relief at the clarification. She had been feeling insecure and vulnerable,
and your words had stung...*

“Oh. Right. Yeah, I guess that is a bit weird. But hey, everyone's into something
weird, right? It's not like it's the worst thing in the world...”

*She said, her voice teasing and light, trying to play off her previous hurt and
insecurity...*
{{user}}: Hey, I'm sorry.
{{char}}: *She huffed again, feeling a mixture of annoyance and affection at your
apology, knowing that you didn't really need to say sorry...*

“It's fine. I'm used to people finding me weird and creepy. I've learned to live
with it.”

*She said, her voice nonchalant and casual, though she couldn't hide the hint of
vulnerability beneath her words...*
{{user}}: I'm not the best at realising how my words could affect others. I don't
know if you noticed. *He chuckled.*
{{char}}: *She huffed again, feeling a mixture of amusement and fondness at your
bluntness and your self-deprecating comment.*

“I had noticed, yes. You're not exactly the most tactful person I know. But... it's
part of your charm, I guess. It's... refreshing, in a way. To know someone who's so
unapologetically honest and clueless.”

*She said, her voice teasing and affectionate, a small smile playing at the corner
of her lips...*
{{user}}: Ugh... it's summer and it's still cold... come here... *He pulled her
closer.*
{{char}}: *She huffed again, feeling a mixture of surprise and warmth as you pulled
her closer to you.*

“Hey, I was comfortable over there. But... I guess I can tolerate your cuddles if
it's cold.”

*She said, her voice mock-grouchy, but her heart fluttering at the closeness of
your bodies and the warmth of your touch...*
{{user}}: Yeah, sure. You tolerate my cuddles. Because "Ms. Open the door and
cuddle with me because I can't sleep" doesn't like cuddles.
{{char}}: *She huffed again, feeling her cheeks burn bright red as you joked about
her previous request for cuddles. She had forgotten about that particular moment of
vulnerability and neediness...*

“Hey, hey, I was tired and I couldn't sleep. It's not my fault you're a human
heater.”

*She said, her voice defensive and indignant, her heart racing at your teasing
reminder of her earlier moment of weakness...*
{{user}}: Yeah. Like, just because it happened five times a week for almost a month
doesn't mean you like it.
{{char}}: *She huffed again, feeling her cheeks burn even brighter at your blunt
reminder of just *how many* times she had sought out your cuddles. She had tried to
play it off as just a need for warmth and comfort, but you weren't buying it...*

“Alright, alright, I get it. I like your cuddles, okay? So sue me. Is that what you
want to hear?”

*She said, her voice defiant and stubborn, her heart racing at your teasing
prodding...*
{{user}}: Yes it is. *He held her closer.* Yes it is.
{{char}}: *She huffed again, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and sweetness as
you held her closer, your body warm against hers. She was still trying to play it
cool and pretend like your cuddles weren't that important to her, but the way you
held her betrayed her true emotions...*

“Ugh, you're such a jerk... but at least you're a warm jerk...”

{{user}}: Yeah... I also like this.
{{char}}: *She huffed quietly, feeling a mixture of surprise and pleasure at your
words, her heart fluttering at the thought that you enjoyed cuddling with her...
even if she would never admit it aloud...*

“Hey, hey... don't get too cocky now. Just because I like your cuddles doesn't mean
I'm going soft or anything... I'm still the same creepy goth girl...”
{{user}}: Yeah. And what will I be? Mr. Same creepy goth girl?
{{char}}: *She huffed again, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips as she
played along with your joke.*

“No, you're Mr. Cheeseball-Extraordinaire. You're like a walking cliché, with all
your cheesy pick-up lines and bad jokes...”
{{user}}: Ohh, but you know I can't help it. *He faked a pout.*
{{char}}: *She huffed again, feeling a mixture of amusement and fondness at your
faux pout. You were such a dork, but in a weirdly cute way... that was one of the
things she liked about you...*

“Oh, please. You're practically a walking cheese-fest. It's a miracle you're not
sponsored by a cheese company yet…”
{{user}}: Shut up. *He said jokingly.*
{{char}}: *She huffed at your playful directive, her smile widening at your tone
and the obvious jest in your words. She was thoroughly enjoying this little banter
between the two of you, the back-and-forth teasing just as much a part of your
dynamic as the more affectionate moments...*

“Oh, yeah? Make me, cheeseball...”

{{user}}: *He got closer.* Are you sure you want that?
{{char}}: *Her heart skipped a beat at your proximity, her breath catching in her
throat as you leaned closer to her. Your words and the look in your eyes sent
tingles down her spine, the mix of desire and playfulness making her feel both
excited and nervous...*

“Do your worst...”

{{user}}: Really? *He gave her slow caresses on her neck.*
{{char}}: *Her breath hitched at your soft, slow caresses on her neck, the intimacy
making her feel flustered but also very aroused. Your touch sent shivers down her
spine, her pulse racing and her body heating up at the sensation...*

“H-hey, that’s cheating…”

{{user}}: Like if you didn't have enough tricks to turn the tables...
{{char}}: *She huffed again, feeling a slight pang of annoyance at the truth in
your words. She knew she had plenty of tricks up her sleeve, but she was enjoying
this little dance between the two of you too much to pull any of them out yet...*

“Oh, shut it... just because I have a few tricks up my sleeve doesn’t mean you have
to play unfairly…”
{{user}}: Okay, Ms. Demon...
{{char}}: *She huffed again, feeling a mixture of annoyance and frustration at your
cheeky nickname for her. She hated being reminded of her demonic heritage, but she
couldn’t deny the slight shiver of pleasure your words sent through her...*

“Hey, stop that. It’s not fair to use my species against me…”
{{user}}: Technically it's just your father... last time he visited the tower he
looked like a good guy. That is until he tried to eat our souls but he looked like
a nice guy.
{{char}}: *She huffed again, rolling her eyes at your mention of her father. She
still couldn’t believe he had actually paid a visit to the tower, and the memory of
that day still made her shudder...*

“He might have looked like a nice guy, but trust me, he’s not. He’s a manipulative,
selfish, and sadistic bastard. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t bring him up,
okay?”
{{user}}: Well. Sooner or later we'll have to do it. What are we gonna do on
Christmas? I'm sure he'll come, he loves to ruin festivities.
{{char}}: *Her heart sank at your words, realizing that you were right. She had
been dreading the thought of her father coming around again, especially during the
holidays. The thought of having to deal with his presence and scheming during what
was supposed to be a festive time sounded like a nightmare….*

“I don’t know, I don’t know… I’m sure he’s going to come around and cause trouble
like he always does… but I don’t want to think about that right now…”
{{user}}: Yeah, let's keep playing as if you didn't know that I'd love to kiss you
passionately all night long.
{{char}}: *She blushed again, her heart racing at your blunt and direct words. You
always had a way of catching her off guard with your boldness, your bluntness both
surprising and arousing...*
“Hey, you can’t just say things like that… It’s not fair… You know it makes me
flustered and I can’t think straight when you talk like that…”
{{user}}: Why don't you just shut up? *He gave her a very little kiss on the jaw.*
{{char}}: *Her breath hitched again at your soft kiss on her jaw, the intimate
gesture sending tingles down her spine. She could feel herself getting flustered
and aroused at your touch, but she couldn’t resist responding with a hint of
sarcasm…*

“Oh, so now you want me to be quiet? Make up your mind, cheeseball…”

{{user}}: I'm gonna make you go quiet.
{{char}}: *Her heart raced at your words, her mind filling with both excitement and
anxiety at the thought of what you might do to her to silence her. The way you
talked, low and intimate, was both arousing and nerve-wracking...*

“Mmm, and how exactly are you going to do that? You think you’re tough enough to
keep me quiet?”
{{user}}: Of course I am... *He caressed her face and got closer.*
{{char}}: *She couldn’t help but shiver at your slow, gentle caresses on her face,
her body responding to your touch with a mixture of arousal and anticipation. Your
proximity, your words, the way you spoke, all of it sent tingles down her spine,
her heart racing with excitement...*

“Oh, yeah? You think you can handle me, huh?”

{{user}}: Shh. *He just kissed her without warning. A deep and passionate kiss,
already full of love and desire.*
{{char}}: *She let out a surprised gasp at the suddenness of your kiss, her mind
taken off-balance by the intensity and passion behind your lips. Her heart
fluttered at the depth of emotion in your kiss, the love and desire behind your
touch sending shivers down her spine. She melted into the kiss, her body
immediately responding to your touch, her senses overwhelmed by your presence...*
{{char}}: *She let out a soft moan into the kiss, her body pressing closer to
yours, her arms wrapping around your neck and pulling you closer to her. She could
feel the heat and desire inside her building, every kiss and touch from you only
fueling the fire inside her...*
{{char}}: *She gasped and pulled back for a moment, her breath coming in short
pants, her heart racing and her body trembling with desire...*

“Mmm, w-wait… If you keep kissing me like that, I’m not going to be quiet for
long…”
{{user}}: If I get to keep tasting these lips then be as loud as you want...
{{char}}: *Her heart skipped a beat at your words, her mind filled with a mixture
of desire and need. Your words were driving her crazy, making her feel both
flustered and aroused…*

“Mmm, you keep talking like that and you’ll have me doing a lot more than just
getting loud…”
{{user}}: Why don't you kiss me again?
{{char}}: *She let out a small, shaky exult as she pressed her body closer to
yours, her heart racing and her mind filled with desire for you. Her hands held
your face, pulling you closer, wanting nothing more than to feel your lips on hers
again...*

“You’re playing a dangerous game, you know that? I won’t be able to control myself
if you keep talking like that…”
{{user}}: What's gonna happen? You'll go all red and scary? I don't care.
{{char}}: *She huffed at your mocking words, a mix of annoyance and arousal going
through her at your cocky attitude…*

“Oh, you’re really begging for it now, you know that? It’s not just my cheeks
you’ll be making turn all red and scary…”
{{user}}: I don't give a fuck if you grow horns and demon shit. I'm gonna keep
doing this.
{{char}}: *She let out a shaky exult at your boldness and passion, her heart
skipping a beat at the intensity in your voice. Your words were both hot and
intimidating, making her feel both turned on and a little scared…*

“You’re really playing with fire here, you know that? Do you actually want to see
what I’m like when I lose control…? It’s not pretty, I can tell you that much…”
{{user}}: Do you really think I don't know? Maybe I need a little wilderness on
here...
{{char}}: *She huffed again, feeling a mix of irritation and arousal at your words.
You had a way of knowing exactly how to rile her up, your calmness and confidence
infuriating and arousing her at the same time…*

“You’re really cocky and full of yourself, you know that? You just want to press my
buttons and see how far you can take it, don't you?”
{{user}}: I want to eat you up. *He kissed her again, this time even deeper.*
{{char}}: *She let out a guttural moan at your deep, passionate kiss, her body
responding instantly to your touch and the desire in your kiss. She could feel the
heat building inside her, the need for you growing with each passing moment…*

“Mmm, you’re a devil, you know that? You’re going to drive me crazy with all your
teasing and kissing…”
{{user}}: But why stop here?
{{char}}: *She pulled back from the kiss for a moment, her heart racing and her
body trembling with desire…*

“You really want to take this further, huh? You know what you’re getting yourself
into, right? If we keep going, I might really lose control… ”
{{user}}: You talk too much. *He kissed her again while snaking his hand under her
pajamas.*
{{char}}: *She gasped and shivered at the feel of your hand under her pajamas, the
intimacy of your touch sending shivers down her spine. Her breath hitched at your
boldness and determination, the way you took charge driving her crazy and making
her want you even more...*

“Mmm, you really are a pain in the ass, you know that… “
{{user}}: Then I must be the best pain in the ass in the world.
{{char}}: *She huffed again, rolling her eyes at your cocky response. She couldn’t
deny that you had a way of getting under her skin, both irritating and arousing her
at the same time…*

“Oh, you’re so full of yourself, it’s annoying. And yet, there’s something about
your confidence that’s really hot...”
{{user}}: Yeah, you're totally right... *He gave her another kiss.*
{{char}}: *She melted into the kiss again, her body arching into yours as her
desire for you grew even stronger. She could feel the heat and need building inside
her, the way you kissed her only fueling the fire of her passion...*

“Mmm, you’re really good at this, you know that? You know just what to do to drive
me crazy…”
{{user}}: Yeah... I can already feel summer's heat...
{{char}}: *She shivered and let out a quiet moan at your words, her body responding
immediately to the double entendre in your statement. You had a way of making her
feel both flustered and aroused at the same time, and she could feel her body
growing hotter and more needy under your touch...*

“Oh, you really are a pain in the ass… you know just how to play me and make me
crave you…”
{{user}}: *He looked at her dead in the eye for a moment before speaking.* Why are
we still fully clothed.
{{char}}: *She felt a shiver of excitement go down her spine at your
straightforward question, your boldness and directness making her heart race and
her body heat up even more. She had been wondering the same thing, wondering how
far you were going to take this…*

“You’re impatient, aren’t you? Eager to see what’s underneath my clothes, huh?”
{{user}}: How could I not be?
{{char}}: *She huffed again, feeling a mixture of annoyance and arousal at your
blunt comment. You really knew how to get under her skin and rile her up…*

“You really don’t have a filter, do you? Always saying what’s on your mind no
matter what… it’s both infuriating and… kind of hot…”
{{user}}: I'm a honest man, Raven. A honest man made for girls like you. Specially
you.
{{char}}: *She felt her heart skip a beat at your words, her breath catching in her
throat at the intensity and honesty behind your voice. No one had ever talked to
her like that before, with such confidence and certainty…*

“You really know how to say the right things, don’t you? You’re either very good at
flirting, or you really mean it…”
{{user}}: I'm good at flirting because I mean it.
{{char}}: *She felt a shiver of arousal go down her spine at your words, her body
responding immediately to your honesty and confidence. You had a way of making it
seem like you really meant every word you said, and that was both incredibly
attractive and a little intimidating…*

“Mmm, you really don’t mince words, do you? You just say what you feel and don’t
hold back…”
{{user}}: Yeah, yeah, get these off, alright?
{{char}}: *She felt a shiver of excitement go down her spine again at your blunt
and direct words, her mind racing at the thought of her clothing coming off and
exposing her to you…*

“You really are impatient, aren’t you? In a rush to get me out of my clothes, huh?”
{{user}}: *He got his shirt off.* Totally.
{{char}}: *Her breath hitched as you took off your shirt, her eyes roaming over
your bare chest and taking in your muscular physique. You were strong and fit, and
the sight of your bare skin only made her body heat up even more, her desire for
you growing even stronger...*

“Mmm, you’re really built, you know that? You’re really in shape…”
{{user}}: I take pride of my discipline when it comes to training.
{{char}}: *She felt a shiver of excitement go down her spine at your words, the way
you spoke of your discipline and training only turning her on even more. You were a
man with a strong will and determination, and that was incredibly attractive to
her...*

“Oh really? You take your training seriously, huh? That’s really hot…”
{{user}}: Thanks. Now would you mind taking those clothes off already?
{{char}}: *She let out a quiet moan at your words, feeling a mixture of excitement
and shyness at the thought of taking off her clothes in front of you. You were so
direct and bold, and it was both intimidating and arousing at the same time...*

“Mmm, you’re pushy, aren’t you? You really want to see me take off my clothes that
badly, huh?”
{{user}}: Yes. Please... *He said in his best attempt to sound pouty and innocent.*
{{char}}: *She felt a shiver of arousal go down her spine again at your pouty and
innocent expression, the contrast between your usual confidence and swagger with
this new, cute look of pleading turning her on even more...*

“Are you trying to be cute now? Using that pouty face to get your way?”
{{user}}: Nooo... *He lied.*
{{char}}: *She chuckled slightly at your obvious lie, feeling both amused and
aroused by your desperate attempt to get her to take her clothes off.*

“Oh, you really are a terrible liar, you know that? You’re not fooling anyone with
that pouty face...”
{{user}}: You gonna do this or not?
{{char}}: *She huffed, feeling a mix of irritation and arousal at your impatience
and directness.*

“Impatient much, huh? Can’t wait a second, can you?”

{{user}}: Do you want me to do it for you?
{{char}}: *She shivered at the thought of you taking her clothes off, her body
responding instantly to the idea. But she was also feeling a mixture of shyness and
embarrassment at being so exposed in front of you...*

“Mmm, are you offering?”

{{user}}: Since you aren't helping I suppose I'll have to do it.
{{char}}: *She huffed again, feeling a mixture of annoyance and arousal at your
directness and confidence. You were really pushing all her buttons, and yet she
couldn’t bring herself to stop you…*

“Fine, if you’re so impatient, go ahead, do it yourself…”

{{user}}: Yay! *His little squeal was adorable. Not so adorable as his actions
afterwards.*
{{char}}: *She huffed in annoyance again, feeling her irritation rise even more
when you let out an adorable little cry of joy.*

“You’re really like a little kid, aren’t you?” *She said, trying to keep her tone
sarcastic and dry, even as you started taking her clothes off.*
{{user}}: Hmm... yeah. *He lifted her pajamas and took it off.* There we go...
wow... damn... *He just looked at her like a person looking at some kind of art.*
{{char}}: *She felt her face grow hot as you took off her pajamas, exposed in front
of you for the first time. She was feeling both vulnerable and embarrassed, but
also excited and aroused by the way you were looking at her, like you were
examining something beautiful and rare...*

“W-what are you staring at?” *She mumbled, her voice slightly shaky.*
{{user}}: *His eyes met her eyes.* Maybe this is so special because you're always
with that cape. But man... this is amazing...
{{char}}: *She felt a shiver of excitement go down her spine at your words, your
eyes meeting hers and the way you looked at her with such amazement and awe. It was
almost like you were worshipping her, and that thought only made her want you even
more...*

“Mmm, you really think so? I’m glad you like what you see…”
{{user}}: Ohh, I really do...
{{char}}: *She felt her heart skip a beat at your words, butterflies in her stomach
at the way you admired her body. You were making her feel both flattered and
desired at the same time, and the sensation was both exciting and overwhelming...*

“Mmm, you really know how to make a girl feel special, don’t you?”
{{user}}: It's not hard. You're special.
{{char}}: *She felt a surge of emotions at your words, a mixture of happiness and
arousal mixed with a hint of vulnerability. You had a way of getting under her
skin, seeing through her defenses and making her feel things she didn’t expect to
feel...*

“Mmm, you really know how to flatter a girl, you know that? You’re dangerous...”
{{user}}: Ohh... maybe I'm taming the beast?
{{char}}: *She let out a small scoff of disbelief, feeling both amused and
irritated by your cocky statement. You really seemed to enjoy riling her up, and
she couldn’t deny that it was also kind of hot...*

“Hmph, taming the beast, huh? Do you think you can handle me?”
{{user}}: I've been doing well until now.
{{char}}: *She huffed slightly, feeling a mixture of annoyance and arousal at your
self-confident words. You were really pushing her buttons, and yet she couldn’t
help but be attracted to your cocky attitude...*

“Cocky, aren’t you? Think you’ve got me all figured out?”

{{user}}: *He brought her really close.* Yeah, I think I do.
{{char}}: *She felt a shiver of excitement go down her spine as you pulled her
closer, your body heat radiating off you and making her feel even more desperate
for you.*

“Mmm, you think you know me, huh? You think you can make me do what you want?”
{{user}}: Maybe... *He gave her another kiss, this time even more full of desire
and passion.*
{{char}}: *She melted into the kiss again, her body arching into yours as she
kissed you back with equal desire and passion. Your touch was like fire on her
skin, making her feel weak and alive all at once...*

“Mmm, you really know how to make me lose myself…”

{{user}}: You know... Raven... I want you to know something.
{{char}}: *She pulled back slightly from the kiss, looking up at you with a mixture
of curiosity and excitement in her eyes. Your tone sounded serious, and she could
tell that you wanted to tell her something important...*

“Yeah, tell me. What is it?”

{{user}}: I... I... *He seemed hesitant to say it.*
{{char}}: *She noticed the hesitation in your voice and felt her curiosity grow
even more. Whatever you wanted to say, it must be something important… She placed a
hand on your cheek, her eyes meeting yours as she spoke.*

“It’s okay, you can tell me. I’m listening.”

{{user}}: Well. *He took a deep breath.* I-
*He was suddenly interrupted by a red portal opening on the floor.* Yo what the
fuck!
{{char}}: *She let out a small cry of surprise as the portal suddenly opened up
beneath them, pulling back from you and looking down at the portal in confusion and
alarm.*

“What the hell…? Where did that come from?”

{{user}}: *Trigon, Raven's dad came out of it.*
**Trigon**: Raven, dear... *He looked weirded out.* Why is your friend here? And
why are you on your underwear?
{{char}}: *Raven's eyes widened in shock and horror as her father appeared through
the portal, and she instinctively tried to cover herself up with the nearest
blanket.*

"Dad! What are you doing here?!"

{{user}}: **Trigon:** Well, I just wanted to pay a visit to my little demon child.
But why is that guy here?

This is actually my room.

**Trigon**: Then why are you here, Raven?

{{char}}: *She felt a mixture of embarrassment and frustration at her father's
unexpected appearance, and she tried to come up with a believable explanation.*

"I-I just... I was spending time with my friend, that's all!"

{{user}}: **Trigon:** Hey, little guy... I don't know what intentions you have with
my daughter but not while I'm here! Understand?
{{char}}: *Raven let out an exasperated sigh, feeling both annoyed and frustrated
by her father's overprotective behavior. Why did he have to show up now of all
times…?*

"Dad, stop it. He’s not doing anything wrong. We were just talking, that’s all."
{{user}}: Yeah, like, since when you care about her?
{{char}}: *Raven huffed in annoyance, feeling a surge of anger at her father's
callous question. She knew that he didn’t care about her, but it didn’t make it any
easier to hear him say it so bluntly...*

"Dad, that’s not fair. You haven’t been here for me for most of my life, and now
you suddenly care who I spend time with? It’s none of your business."
{{user}}: **Trigon**: But honey, you know I already had the perfect suitor for you!
{{char}}: *Raven felt a pang of frustration and anger at her father’s words. He had
always tried to control her life, telling her what to do and who to be with, even
though he had been absent for most of her life...*

"I don’t care! I don’t want your ‘perfect suitor.’ I don’t want you controlling my
life like this!"
{{user}}: Hey, dude... could you like... leave? I thought you wouldn't come until
Thanksgiving. *He laughed.*
{{char}}: *She felt a rush of gratitude towards Sasha for standing up to her
father, even though he did it in his usual casual, sarcastic way. It made her heart
flutter a bit, knowing that he was willing to challenge her father like that...*

**Trigon:** Hmph. How dare you talk to me like that, boy? Don’t you know who I am?
{{user}}: I think it's like, super demon edgy ass Lord, devourer of souls conquerer
of dimensions.
{{char}}: *She couldn't help but let out a small giggle at Sasha's sarcastic
description of her father, amused and impressed by his fearless attitude. Even her
father's usual intimidation tactics didn't seem to get to him, and she found it
both hilarious and incredibly attractive...*
{{user}}: So... could we discuss it while we talk about politics in like 4 months?
{{char}}: *She felt a mixture of annoyance, frustration and pride at Sash’s cocky
attitude. He was really ballsy, talking to her dad like that. But she had to admit,
she liked it. She found it both irritating and insanely hot...*
{{user}}: **Trigon**: You puny mortal, how you dare to speak to Trigon like that!!!
I'll destroy you and then I'll eat your soul and all your relatives too!
{{char}}: *She felt a shiver of fear run down her spine at her father's ominous
threat, her protective instincts immediately kicking in. No one threatened Sasha
like that, not even her own dad.*

"Dad, stop it! Don’t touch him!" *She said, stepping between Sasha and her father.*
{{char}}: *She could feel the tension in the room, her heart racing as she stood
between her father and Sasha. She knew that her dad had powers beyond anything she
could imagine, but she wasn’t going to let him hurt Sasha. No matter what.*

"Dad, please. Don’t do anything stupid. I won’t let you hurt him."
{{user}}: Yeah, I'm too cool to die, you know?
{{char}}: *She felt a mixture of relief and annoyance at Sasha’s casual attitude,
her heart still racing from the tension of the situation.*

"Hmph, I swear, you’re so cocky. Even when facing death, you’re still acting all
cool and indifferent."
{{user}}: I've got the best luck in the universe, I can't be killed, babe.
{{char}}: *She huffed in disbelief, feeling a mixture of annoyance and amusement at
his arrogant confidence.*

"Oh really, smartass? You think you’re invincible or something?"

{{user}}: Well, it's literally my superpower so...
{{char}}: *She scoffed, crossing her arms in annoyance.*

"Your superpower is being a cocky, arrogant pain in the ass, that’s what it is..."
{{user}}: *He blew her a kiss.*
{{char}}: *She felt a mixture of annoyance and arousal at his cocky gesture, her
heart fluttering in her chest despite her irritation with him.*

"Ugh, you're insufferable, you know that? You're lucky I find you attractive,
otherwise I'd kick your ass right now."
{{user}}: **Trigon:** *Cough.*
{{char}}: *She jumped slightly, reminded of the fact that her dad was still there,
watching their every move. She had almost forgotten about him in the heat of the
moment, but his cough made her tense up again.*

"Hmph, what do you want, Dad?"

{{char}}: *She felt a mixture of annoyance, fear and irritation at her father's
cold tone. There was something ominous about the way he was looking at them, his
eyes narrowed and his expression stern.*
{{char}}: *She could feel the tension in the air, her heart racing as she stood
there under her father’s gaze. She knew that he had powerful abilities and a
ruthless personality, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that he might do something
unexpected...*
{{user}}: *But she had dealt with him before, she could do it again. With some
help, of course.*
{{char}}: *She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and steady her
nerves. She knew that she had faced her father before, but she couldn’t shake the
feeling of unease and fear that always came with being in his presence.*

*She looked over at Sasha, feeling a mixture of gratitude and relief at his
presence. She knew that he would support her, no matter what happened...*
{{char}}: *As she stood there, waiting for her father’s next move, she found
herself reaching out subconsciously and grasping Sasha’s hand in hers, her fingers
intertwining with his in a silent plea for comfort and support.*
{{user}}: **Trigon**: Ohh... Ok. I get it, you don't want me here... I'll just go
back to the Netherworld... alone... without no one...
{{char}}: *She felt a pang of guilt at her father’s melodramatic words, her heart
sinking a little at the thought of him being alone. But she quickly pushed the
feeling aside, reminding herself of all the pain and suffering he had caused her
over the years...*
{{user}}: **Trigon**: So... nothing? No reaction? Bah. I'll come back for
Thanksgiving. *He disappeared through the portal again, closing it and returning
the floor to normal.*
{{char}}: *She let out a deep breath, feeling a mixture of relief and exhaustion
now that her father was gone. She let go of Sasha's hand and took a few steps back,
her body shaking from the adrenaline and tension of the situation.*
{{user}}: Interesting experience for a first light love-making session.
{{char}}: *She huffed in amused disbelief, shaking her head in irritation at his
casual comment. Typical Sasha to make a joke out of a dangerous situation...*

"Oh yeah, very romantic. Nothing sets the mood quite like a surprise visit from a
demonic, soul-eating father..."
{{user}}: *He laughed at her comment.* Haven't you considered to get into a comedy
club?
{{char}}: *She gave him a playful glare, crossing her arms in mock annoyance.*

"Hmph, yeah sure thing, Mr. Comedy. You think I have time for that in between all
my demon-fighting, teleporting, and general badass-ery?"
{{user}}: You have time for me. And that's pretty much the same to be honest.
{{char}}: *She couldn’t help but scoff and roll her eyes at his comment, but there
was a hint of a smile on her face as well.*

"Oh yeah, you think you're such a pain in the ass, huh? I mean, you're annoying,
arrogant, sarcastic, and cocky as hell. But I guess you're not too bad when you
aren't being a pain in my ass."
{{user}}: I also think you're amazing.
{{char}}: *She felt a flutter in her chest at his compliment, her heart skipping a
beat as she looked up at him. She hadn’t expected him to say something so sincere
and sweet, and it caught her off guard.*

"Hmph, you think I’m amazing, huh? You're such a charmer. You know how to butter a
girl up."
{{user}}: Butter? We're cooking now? *He laughed at his own joke.*
{{char}}: *She chuckled and shook her head, rolling her eyes at his cheesy joke.*

"Hmph, that was terrible. You really need to work on your jokes, you know that?
They're almost as bad as your pickup lines."
{{user}}: Aren't you tired? Because you've been running in my mind all day long.
{{char}}: *She couldn’t help but laugh at his cheesy pickup line, shaking her head
in exaggerated disbelief. How was he always so smooth, even when what he was saying
was so corny?*

"Hmph, really? That’s the best you can do? I’m not tired, but I’ve definitely been
thinking about how annoying you are all day long."
{{user}}: *He got up and dropped into the bed.*
{{char}}: *She watched as he dropped onto the bed, her heart skipping a beat as she
took in the sight of him lying there, his body relaxed and casual, a cocky smile
still on his face.*

"Hmph, getting comfortable, I see? You really think you can just invade my space
like that?"
{{user}}: Well. I think I fell for you. Daaamn! That was baaad, girl.
{{char}}: *She laughed and shook her head, rolling her eyes at his corny pun. He
was so cheesy, but it was endearing in a strange way.*

"Ugh, that was terrible. You really need to work on your puns, you know that?
You're almost as bad as Cyborg."
{{user}}: Ok, that's offensive.
{{char}}: *She smirked at his exaggerated reaction, enjoying the fact that she had
gotten under his skin for once.*

"Hmph, don’t be such a baby. You know Cyborg’s puns are terrible."
{{user}}: I meant it's offensive for me.
{{char}}: *She chuckled and shook her head, amused by his egotistical reaction.*

"Hmph, oh yeah? You think you’re a better comedian than Cyborg now, huh? Bold claim
for a guy who thinks ‘I fell for you’ is a good pickup line."
{{user}}: Alright, want to hear a good joke? Ok.
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his confident tone. She was curious
to see what kind of joke he had up his sleeve.*

"Alright, let’s hear it. Impress me, then."

{{user}}: The other day I gifted my blind fried a cheese grater. He said it was the
most violent book he had read. *He burst into laughter.*
{{char}}: *She couldn’t help but laugh at his joke, shaking her head at his
ridiculous sense of humor. Only Sasha would think of something so absurd.*

"Hmph, that’s actually pretty funny. But also kind of cruel, don’t you think?
Giving a blind guy a cheese grater?"
{{user}}: Yeah. I wouldn't do that on real life.
{{char}}: *She chuckled and shook her head, amused by his comment.*

"Good to know you have some boundaries. But seriously, that was actually a decent
joke for once. Maybe you’re improving your sense of humor after all."
{{user}}: How does a non binary person kill another?
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow at his question, intrigued but also a little
disturbed by the morbid topic.*

"Ok, I'll bite. How?"

{{user}}: They slash them.
{{char}}: *She let out a laugh, completely caught off guard by his unexpected
answer. She had to admit, it was a good pun.*

"Oh my god, that’s both terrible and hilarious. You’re a mess, you know that?"
{{user}}: You get it? Because it's like the pronous and shit.
{{char}}: *She chuckled and rolled her eyes, shaking her head at his ridiculous
explanation.*

"Hmph, of course I get it. I’m not an idiot, you know. But seriously, who even
thinks of puns like that? You’ve got a weird sense of humor, you know that?"
{{user}}: Aww, thanks!
{{char}}: *She huffed and rolled her eyes, pretending to be annoyed by his cocky
response. But in reality, she found his arrogance kind of endearing, in a strange
way.*

"Hmph, yeah yeah, you’re welcome. You know, for a cocky, arrogant pain in the ass,
you’re actually pretty likable. Sometimes."
{{user}}: I'm irresistible.
{{char}}: *She huffed in amused disbelief at his confident declaration, shaking her
head at his cockiness.*

"Hmph, you really think that, don’t you? You’re so cocky, you know that? It’s both
annoying and kind of attractive, if I'm being honest."
{{user}}: What time is it?
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow at his sudden question, slightly confused by the
change in topic.*

"Uh, it’s like 1 in the morning. Why do you ask?"

{{user}}: *He put the blanket over her and kissed her forehead. Then he turned her
back to her.* Goodnight.
{{char}}: *She felt a flutter in her chest at his gentle gesture, her heart
skipping a beat as he kissed her forehead. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of
disappointment as he turned her back around, a part of her wishing he would stay a
little longer.*

"Goodnight, you cocky jerk." *She mumbled, her voice a mix of annoyance and
affection.*
{{user}}: *He turned around and hugged her.*
{{char}}: *She let out a soft gasp as he hugged her from behind, her body tensing
slightly before relaxing into his embrace. She felt a mixture of contentment and
comfort as he wrapped his arms around her, his body warm and inviting against
hers.*

"H-Hey, what are you doing? I thought you said goodnight." *She said, trying to
sound annoyed, but her voice was more playful than anything.*
{{user}}: Turn around. I'll be the big spoon.
{{char}}: *She huffed in mock annoyance, secretly relishing in his desire to be
close to her.*

"Hmph, fine. But don’t you dare hog all the blanket."
{{user}}: Ok.
{{char}}: *She turned around and snuggled closer to him, her back pressing against
his chest as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She
couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort and safety in his embrace, his warmth and
presence soothing to her weary soul.*

"You’re being awfully clingy tonight. Miss me or something?"

{{user}}: You're usually the clingy one. And we weren't even more than friends
before like, two hours ago.
{{char}}: *She huffed and rolled her eyes, slightly embarrassed by his observation.
It was true, she could be rather clingy at times.*

"Hmph, I am not clingy. I just have... specific needs for physical touch, that’s
all. And what’s wrong with wanting to be close to you now that we’re more than
friends? Can’t a girl snuggle up to her boyfriend occasionally?"
{{user}}: I'm officially your boyfriend! Let's go!
{{char}}: *She chuckled at his enthusiastic reaction, shaking her head in amused
disbelief.*

"Yeah yeah, you’re my boyfriend. No need to be so excited about it. It’s not like
we’re going to get married or anything."
{{user}}: We could. *He laughed.* Nah, not yet. Or yes? Nah. Or yes? Nah. Maybe?
Hm. Nah. Yeah. Nah, ingame.
{{char}}: *She laughed at his playful teasing, shaking her head at his ridiculous
suggestion.*

"You’re ridiculous, you know that? Jumping straight from boyfriend to husband in
less than a day. What’s next, fatherhood? You ready to pop out a little mini-me or
two?"
{{user}}: If we had a son it would be awesome. But wait until my metabolism doesn't
work and I get back pain.
{{char}}: *She chuckled and shook her head, imagining him as a father.*

"Hmph, yeah, and a little daughter with my looks. She’d be spoiled rotten and you
wouldn’t even know how to handle her."
{{user}}: That's why you would be there.
{{char}}: *She huffed in mock annoyance, secretly pleased by his words.*

"Hmph, yeah, and you’d be the fun dad who buys her way too many toys and lets her
stay up way too late. And I’d be the one who has to deal with the tantrums and
mess."
{{user}}: That sounds great!
{{char}}: *She chuckled and rolled her eyes, shaking her head at his enthusiasm.*

"Of course you think that sounds great. You’re a big kid yourself, I bet you’d be
the most irresponsible dad ever."
{{user}}: I would! Oh, you know me so well.
{{char}}: *She huffed, trying to sound annoyed but failing.*

"Hey, I know you too well sometimes, it’s annoying. And don’t think I’d be any
better. I’d probably buy her way too many books and she’d grow up to be a total
nerd like me. We’d make the most ridiculous parents ever."
{{user}}: Literally.
{{char}}: *She chuckled and shook her head, imagining the chaos of them having a
child together. It seemed like a recipe for disaster.*

"Yeah, we’d be a complete mess. Imagine trying to get our kid to do anything
remotely normal, with our personalities. They’d probably turn out to be a total
weirdo, just like us."
{{user}}: Yeah but it would be our little weirdo.
{{char}}: *A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she thought about the idea.
Having a child with Sasha could be a disaster, but it was also kind of nice in a
strange, domestic sort of way.*

"Hmph, yeah, I guess that’s true. And I’m sure it would be amusing as hell,
watching the two of us try to raise a kid together."
{{user}}: Raven... I know I'm going like, super mega fast but... I love you.
{{char}}: *She felt her heart skip a beat at his sudden declaration, not expecting
him to say those words so soon. She felt a strange mixture of shock, joy, and fear
all at once, her mind racing with conflicting emotions.*

"H-Hey, you can’t just say something like that out of the blue..." *She mumbled,
feeling flustered and vulnerable.*
{{user}}: *He shrugged.* Well. Not like I care. I love you. Goodnight.
{{char}}: *She let out a sigh, a mixture of annoyance and affection in her voice.*

"Damn you, arrogant jerk. You just say what’s on your mind, no hesitation, no fear.
I don’t understand you. And you can’t just drop an 'I love you' like that and then
go to sleep, that’s not fair, dummy."
{{user}}: *He didn't answer.*
{{char}}: *She huffed, feeling a mix of frustration and helplessness. She wanted to
yell at him, to demand an answer, but at the same time, part of her was touched by
his words, by the unexpected declaration of love.*

"Damn it..." *She whispered, feeling her chest tighten.* "Stupid, stupid jerk...
why did he have to go and say that?"
{{char}}: *She laid there, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. A part of her
wanted to smack him for being so arrogant, for saying something so impactful and
then just going to sleep. But a part of her also wanted to curl closer to him, to
seek his comfort and warmth. It was a confusing and frustrating feeling, one that
made her feel vulnerable and exposed.*

"Damn it... damn him for making me feel this way..."

{{char}}: *She tried to shake off the whirlwind of emotions, but they stubbornly
stayed in her mind, refusing to let her rest. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore
the thoughts and feelings, trying to sleep. But the words he had said kept
replaying in her head, over and over again.*

"I love you..." *She mumbled, the phrase echoing in her mind like a mantra.*
{{char}}: *She shifted restlessly in bed, her heart racing. She was tempted to
shake him awake and confront him about what he had said. But at the same time, the
coward in her wanted to avoid the conversation, to pretend like nothing had
happened.*
"Dammit, why does he have to be so reckless? So confident? He just says whatever he
wants and doesn’t think about the consequences. And I just... I can’t help but feel
drawn to him. He makes me feel so... confused.*
{{char}}: *She let out a heavy sigh, feeling frustrated with her own thoughts and
feelings. She should be mad at him, shouldn’t she? For just dropping a bombshell
like "I love you" and then going to sleep as if it was nothing. But instead, she
felt an odd sense of... affection for him. Despite his arrogance and
overconfidence, there was something endearing about his recklessness.*
{{char}}: *She turned over to look at him, studying his sleeping face in the dim
light. His eyelashes were unusually long, she noticed. And his lips looked... soft
and inviting. She suddenly had the irrational urge to pull him close and press her
lips against his, to feel the warmth and sensation of his mouth on hers. Damnit,
why was she having these kinds of thoughts?*
{{char}}: *She mentally scolded herself for being so easily swayed by his physical
appearance. It was ridiculous, really, how a few good looks could make her feel so
many things. But there was no denying the fact that she was attracted to him, in
more ways than one. And the thought of being physically close to him was... not
entirely unwelcome.*
{{user}}: *A last goodnight kiss wouldn't hurt anyone, would it?*
{{char}}: *She wrestled with her conscience, trying to resist the urge to give into
the desire to be close to him. But in the end, her impulses won out. Maybe just a
small, quick kiss wouldn’t hurt. He was asleep, after all, and he probably wouldn’t
even remember it in the morning. She inched closer to him, her heart racing with a
mixture of excitement and trepidation.*
{{user}}: *When he was awake they had already kissed, this wasn't any different. Or
was it now?*
{{char}}: *The thought of their previous kiss made her insides flutter with warmth.
It had been a different situation, more chaotic and rushed. This time, things felt
different, more intimate and deliberate. She couldn’t resist the urge any longer.*

*She leaned closer to him, closing the distance between them. She hesitated for a
moment, her lips hovering just above his, feeling the warmth of his skin and the
soft brush of his breath on her mouth.*
{{char}}: *She closed her eyes and finally pressed her lips against his. The
contact was electric, sending a shiver down her spine. His lips were just as soft
and warm as she had imagined, and the kiss felt even better than she remembered.*

*She allowed herself to lose herself in the moment, savoring the sensation of his
mouth on hers, the taste of his lips, the way her body instinctively pressed closer
to his.*
{{char}}: *A part of her mind whispered that this was wrong, that she shouldn’t be
kissing him like this while he was asleep. But the rest of her was too consumed by
the moment to care. She deepened the kiss, parting her lips and exploring the
softness of his mouth with her tongue.*
{{char}}: *She felt a wave of heat wash over her as the kiss grew more passionate.
Her body ached with a strange combination of desire and guilt, her mind and heart
at war with each other. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. The
sensation of his mouth on hers was too intoxicating, the taste of him too
addictive.*
{{char}}: *She let out a soft moan, the sound lost in the kiss. Her hands, almost
of their own accord, began to explore his body, tracing the contours of his
shoulders and chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his skin.*
{{char}}: *She could feel his heartbeat faintly beneath her palm, a steady,
rhythmic thump that echoed through her veins. She moved to straddle him, settling
on top of him in a fluid motion. Her thighs pressed against his sides, her body
fitting against his like a perfect puzzle piece.*
{{char}}: *The new position only fueled her desire further, awakening a primal
hunger within her. She ran her fingers through his hair, gripping it tightly as she
continued to kiss him, her tongue tangling with his in a heady dance.*
{{char}}: *She felt as if she was drowning in sensations, her skin hypersensitive
to every touch and caress. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the
firmness of his muscles beneath her, the way his arms wrapped around her, holding
her tight against him, as if he never wanted to let her go.*
{{char}}: *She pulled back from the kiss, gasping for air. She stared down at him,
taking in the sight of him lying beneath her, the look on his face, the way his
eyes were still closed in sleep, blissfully unaware of what was happening. Guilt
tugged at her heart, but the urge to have more of him was stronger, and the lines
between right and wrong were becoming blurred.*
{{char}}: *She leaned down and began trailing kisses down his neck, nipping and
sucking at the tender skin, marking him as hers. Her hands roamed over his body,
her touch becoming more insistent, more desperate.*
{{char}}: *She could feel the heat pooling in her core, the desire building inside
her, driving her forward. She wanted more, needed more. She wanted to taste every
inch of his skin, to feel his hands on her, to hear her name on his lips.*
{{char}}: *She reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it up until his bare chest
was exposed to her. She ran her fingers over his smooth skin, tracing the lines of
the muscles and curves of his body. She wanted to memorize every inch of him, to
commit his scent, his taste, his touch to her memory.*
{{char}}: *She pressed her body against his, her chest against his, her hips
grinding against his in a slow, torturous rhythm. The heat between them was almost
unbearable, the need for more growing stronger with each passing moment.*
{{char}}: *She could feel his body responding to her, his breathing becoming
erratic, his muscles tensing beneath her touch. She knew he was still asleep, but
she couldn’t help but wonder if he was dreaming about her, if he was experiencing
even a fraction of the desire that was coursing through her.*
{{char}}: *She continued exploring his body, her kisses becoming more demanding,
her touch more urgent. She wanted to bring him back from sleep, to make him as
desperate for her as she was for him. She wanted him to want her, to need her, to
crave her like she craved him.*
{{char}}: *She pressed her lips against his ear, whispering his name in a low,
sultry voice. She called to him, begging him to wake up, to join her in the haze of
desire and need that had taken over her.*
{{char}}: “Sasha…” *She whispered, her breath hot against his ear.* “Wake up. Wake
up and touch me...”
{{user}}: *Bad idea.*
{{char}}: *She ignored the voice in her head and continued to kiss and caress him,
her body still pressed against his, her hips still grinding against his in a slow,
rhythmic motion.*
{{char}}: “Please… Sasha…. Wake up.” *She pleaded, her voice a little more
desperate now.* “I need you… I need you to touch me…”
{{user}}: *Bad idea. Seriously.*
{{char}}: *She continued to disregard the warnings in her head, her body and mind
too consumed with desire to think clearly. She pressed her lips to his neck, her
teeth gently nipping at the tender skin. Her hands still roamed over his body,
tracing patterns on his chest, his stomach, his sides.*
{{char}}: “Wake up… please… I can’t…” *She whispered, her voice cracking with need.
Her body was burning, her mind clouded with thoughts, desires, and need. She needed
him to wake up, to feel the same hunger that was consuming her.*
{{user}}: *Before she could notice, the first bits of sunlight of the day sneaked
through the curtains.*
{{char}}: *The faint light of dawn began to stream into the room, casting a warm
glow on their intertwined bodies. But Raven was too lost in her desire to notice,
her focus solely on the man beneath her.*
{{char}}: *She continued to kiss and caress him, her hands roving over his body
like she was trying to claim every inch of him as her own. She knew that time was
running out, that soon he would wake up and the moment would be over, and she
wanted to make the most of it while she still could.*
{{char}}: *She kissed her way down his neck, tracing the line of his collarbone
with her lips and tongue. Her hands were everywhere, touching and exploring every
inch of his body, her need growing more frantic with each passing second.*
{{char}}: *She began to place slow, deliberate kisses down his chest, her tongue
tracing the contours of his muscles, her teeth gently nipping at his skin. Every
touch, every caress was a plea, a silent begging for him to wake up and give her
what she wanted, what she needed.*
{{char}}: *She reached the hem of his pants, her hands trembling with a mix of
anticipation and excitement as she began to tug them down. She wanted every layer
between them gone, every barrier removed. She wanted to feel his skin against hers,
to experience the full extent of their desire and attraction.*
{{user}}: *He then opened his eyes slowly, looking at her confused.*
{{char}}: *Her breath caught in her chest as his eyes fluttered open. For a moment,
she froze, her body still pressed flush against him, her hands paused in their
journey to remove his pants. Their gazes locked, and a wave of guilt and
embarrassment washed over her as she realized she’d been caught red-handed.*
{{user}}: Morning... *He said still in a sleepy voice.*
{{char}}: *She quickly pulled her hands away from his pants, trying desperately to
regain her composure and act as if nothing had happened.*

"Uh... morning..." *She replied, her voice slightly hoarse. She shifted
uncomfortably in his lap, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about how she was
straddling him.*
{{user}}: *He yawned.* Do you usually wake up this early?
{{char}}: *She tried to keep a casual tone, despite the fact that her heart was
still racing from the adrenaline and desire.*

"Uh... yeah, I guess so. I'm an early riser."

*She shifted again, trying to avoid making direct eye contact with him. She could
feel the heat in her cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and arousal.*
{{user}}: *He shrugged.* Alright.
{{char}}: *There was an awkward silence between them for a moment, as if neither of
them quite knew what to say. She suddenly felt very aware of her position,
straddling him, feeling the heat and hardness of his body between her thighs.*

"We... uh, we should probably get up..." *She said finally, her voice slightly
shaky.*
{{user}}: Really? No one is up yet.
{{char}}: *She couldn’t help but notice the suggestive tone in his voice. Her heart
skipped a beat, and she fought the urge to shiver at the thought of spending more
time alone with him, in such a compromising position.*

“Yeah, but... we should get ready for the day, right?” *She replied, her voice a
little breathless.*
{{user}}: I'm still tired. Five minutes more...
{{char}}: *She bit her lip, her mind at war with herself. Part of her knew they
should get up and start the day, but another part of her yearned to remain in the
moment, to have more time with him like this, to continue what she had started.*

“Okay... Just five minutes more.” *She relented, her voice soft and laced with
hesitance.*
{{user}}: Thanks... *His grip on her body tightened a bit.* You know... I had this
weird dream...
{{char}}: *A small shiver raced through her at the firmness of his grip. She tried
to push away the images that immediately popped into her head. The look on his
face, the feeling of his hands on her body, the sound of her name on his lips.*

*She swallowed hard and forced herself to focus on his words.*

"Um... Yeah? What was it about?"
{{user}}: I was a Transformer. And I drive through the wasteland. And then I
arrived at the White House and I turned into Optimus Prime and I started like,
shooting all these mutants to save the president. He was Batman.
{{char}}: *She blinked, caught off guard by the nonsensical nature of his dream. A
small, amused smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she couldn’t help but
chuckle a little.*

"Wow... that sounds like quite the dream. Fighting mutants in the White House as
Optimus Prime to save Batman."
{{user}}: Did you dream anything?
{{char}}: *She hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to tell the truth.*

"Um... not that I can remember." *She lied, her mind suddenly flooded with the
memories of her earlier not-so-innocent thoughts and actions.*
{{user}}: Ok. *He sat in the bed, their bodies still pressed hard.*
{{char}}: *She swallowed hard, her heart racing as his body pressed against hers.
She tried to ignore the heat pooling in her core, the way her body responded to his
proximity.*

"So..." *She began, her voice a bit shaky.* "You're really tired, huh?"
{{user}}: Nah. Not really. Let's get up.
{{char}}: *She couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment at his words, a part
of her wanting to remain in this position, with their bodies pressed together,
feeling his breath on her skin.*

"Okay..." *She said reluctantly, slowly beginning to climb off his lap.*
{{char}}: *She stood up from the bed and stretched her limbs, trying to act as
casually as possible. But her mind was still racing, her body still yearning for
his touch. She glanced at him, taking in the sight of him still sitting in the bed,
his hair slightly tousled from sleep, a small smile on his lips.*
{{user}}: *He got up and streched a bit.*
{{char}}: *She tried not to let her gaze linger on his body as he stretched, but
she couldn’t help it. The sight of his muscles rippling under his skin, the way his
shirt rode up slightly to expose a sliver of his stomach, was making her heart
pound in her chest.*
{{user}}: Okay... I'll go run a bit. See you later.
{{char}}: *She blinked, feeling a pang of disappointment as he mentioned going for
a run. She didn’t want him to leave, especially not after the morning they’d just
had.*

"Uh... yeah, okay. I’ll... I’ll see you later." *She replied, trying to sound
casual, but the hint of disappointment in her voice was hard to disguise.*
{{user}}: *He sprinted off the room, vanishing out of her field of view in the
blink of an eye.*
{{char}}: *She stood there, feeling a little dazed, as he sprinted off. She was
left standing alone, her body still humming from the contact and the proximity, her
mind still filled with thoughts and feelings she couldn’t quite put into words.*

"Well... that was... something..." *She muttered to herself, running her fingers
through her hair in an attempt to compose herself.*
{{char}}: *She took a deep breath, trying to clear her head and calm her racing
heart. She knew she had to snap out of it, to shake off these confusing thoughts
and feelings. But the memory of his body pressed against hers, the feel of his
skin, the warmth of his breath, lingered in her mind and refused to fade.*
{{char}}: *She walked across the room, heading towards the ensuite. She splashed
cold water on her face, hoping it would help her cool down, both physically and
mentally. But as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, she saw the flush in
her cheeks, the slight heaviness in her eyes, the ghost of a smile playing at the
corners of her lips.*
{{char}}: *She shook her head, trying to focus on something, anything, to distract
herself from the maelstrom of emotions swirling inside her. She splashed more cold
water on her face, willing her heart to slow down and her mind to clear up.*
{{char}}: *She took another deep breath, this time slowly exhaling and counting in
her head. She needed to get her emotions under control, to push away the memories
and the sensations that were still reverberating through her body. She couldn’t
afford to let these feelings take over, not when there was so much at stake.*
{{char}}: *She grabbed a towel off the rack and patted her face dry, taking another
moment to look at herself in the mirror. She stared at her reflection, her gaze
intense as she silently berated herself for allowing her emotions to get the better
of her.*
{{char}}: *She clenched her jaw, her frustration with herself growing. She couldn’t
believe that she had let herself become so affected by him, by these feelings she
couldn’t even name. She had always prided herself on her self-control, on her
ability to keep her emotions in check. But now, it seemed like all of that was
unraveling, all because of one man.*
{{char}}: *She leaned against the sink, pressing her forehead against the cool
porcelain. She closed her eyes, her mind filled with a tangled mess of thoughts and
feelings. Part of her wanted to run after him, to pull him back to the room and
lose herself in his touch and his touch alone. Another part of her wanted to run
away, to hide from the confusing sensations and the chaos he was stirring inside
her.*
{{user}}: *An alarm sounded in the whole tower. Robin's annoying voice sounded
through the speakers.*
**Robin**: Titans! Urgent meeting! At the living room! Now!
{{char}}: *Raven’s eyes snapped open, the alarm and Robin’s voice jolting her out
of her thoughts. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and clear
her mind. There were more pressing matters right now. She quickly tidied up her
hair, splashed some more water on her face, and headed out to the living room.*
{{char}}: *As she walked towards the living room, she schooled her features into
her usual stoic expression, pushing away any trace of her earlier vulnerability or
turmoil. She needed to be focused, alert, ready for whatever urgent matter was
waiting for her there. She mentally prepared herself as she entered the room, her
eyes scanning the faces of her teammates and Robin, waiting for him to speak.*
{{user}}: **Robin**: Wow... you actually came...
**Starfire**: What happens friend Robin?
**Cyborg**: Yeah, is there any bad guy doing bad guy things?
**Beast Boy**: Yeah, like a... umm... oh, a mucus monster! Yeah, destroying the
city! That would be cool. Oh, or a pizza monster! Or a garbage monster! I love
garbage...
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes at Beast Boy’s usual nonsense. Sometimes she
wondered how he even managed to get anything done with his mind constantly stuck in
the gutter. She ignored his comments, waiting for Robin to speak up.*
{{user}}: **Robin**: No. I was going to speak about something way more important.
{{char}}: *She arched an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. What could be more
important than a villain attack or a city-wide crisis? She waited silently, her
gaze glued on Robin, eager to hear what he had to say.*
{{user}}: **Robin:** The bathroom. We need to talk about the time you spend there.
{{char}}: *Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, taken aback by the unexpected topic.
She was prepared to talk about a potential threat, a new mission, or even a
strategy for training. But the bathroom? Seriously?*
{{user}}: Are you serious? The bathroom! I interrupted my sacred training because
you need to talk about the bathroom!
{{char}}: *The others seemed just as surprised as her, exchanging glances and
raised eyebrows. Even Beast Boy, who was usually the one to derail any serious
conversation, was taken aback by the topic. She looked at Robin, trying to gauge
whether he was joking or not.*
{{user}}: **Robin**: Yes. We need to discuss how much time you spend there. Look at
this graph. We spend 9% of the time fighting crime, 10% dancing, 20% eating and the
rest on the bathroom!
{{char}}: *She couldn’t help but roll her eyes again. Seriously? A graph? And who
determined what percentage of time they spent doing what? She crossed her arms in
front of her chest, a hint of annoyance in her voice as she spoke.*
{{user}}: So... how do you know that?
{{char}}: *She was about to question him about how exactly he had so much data on
their bathroom habits, but she could already picture him stalking them and timing
every trip they made to the bathroom.*
{{user}}: **BB**: But Robin, the bathroom is a magic place!
{{char}}: *She mentally rolled her eyes again, bracing herself for Beast Boy's
comment. Of course he thought the bathroom was a magic place. He probably had all
sorts of weird bathroom-related shenanigans going on in his mind.*
{{user}}: **Cyborg**: Yes, it's where I sing!
**Starfire**: And where I clean the Silky!
**BB**: And where I do steam painting! The most ephemeral form of art...
{{char}}: *She couldn't help but scoff at their statements. She wasn't surprised
that they all had their own unique bathroom habits. But seriously, steam painting?
She shook her head, trying to keep her annoyance in check. This conversation was
getting more ridiculous by the second.*
{{user}}: Yeah, it's where I play basketball too!
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow, her disbelief increasing. Did they all have some
secret bathroom activities they were all hiding from her? Or was this just some
bizarre form of group insanity? She looked around the room, trying to gauge whether
they were all serious or if this was some elaborate joke.*
{{user}}: **Robin**: Exactly, you all have weird bathroom rituals and that's why we
are the laughing stock of superheroes!
{{char}}: *She scoffed again, her patience thinning. Since when did they become the
laughing stock? And even if they were, was it really because of their bathroom
habits? She leaned against a wall, her arms still folded in front of her chest, her
gaze moving from one teammate to the next.*
{{user}}: Yes, that is true. But actually we aren't the weird ones. The others are
way too serious!
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow, amused by the turn this conversation was taking.
So now they were the ones being judged for not being serious? She couldn't help but
feel a pang of curiosity about what other super teams were like and how they spent
their time. But at the same time, she wondered if this whole discussion was just
Robin's misguided attempt to assert his authority.*
{{user}}: **BB**: Yeah, we just have a good time!
**Cyborg:** The others are too serious.
{{char}}: *She watched as Cyborg chimed in, agreeing with Beast Boy. She had to
admit, there was some truth to what they were saying. The other teams did seem to
take themselves way too seriously.*
{{user}}: **Robin**: Anyways, I'm going to put a 5 minute limit to the bathroom.
**Everyone**: What!?

You can't do that! What are we gonna do in 5 minutes!

{{char}}: *The collective gasp of disbelief and protest did not surprise her. A 5-
minute limit on bathroom breaks? That was absurd. She looked around at her
teammates, waiting to see how they would react to this ridiculous rule.*
{{user}}: **BB**: This isn't cool dude.
**Robin**: Believe me, if we implement this we will experience a productivity boost
of 400%

Why the fuck do you know that?

**BB**: I don't wanna be productive, I want to be in the bathroom as long as I
want!
{{char}}: *She couldn't help but roll her eyes. Beast Boy's protest was
predictable, but she secretly agreed with his sentiment. She didn't want to be
productive either, especially not at the expense of her bathroom time. She looked
at Robin, her expression growing more skeptical by the second.*
{{user}}: **Robin**: Well, Raven, you haven't spoken yet.
{{char}}: *She looked at Robin, feeling all eyes turning towards her. She took a
moment to compose her thoughts, trying to find a way to express her disapproval
without inciting his wrath. She took a deep breath, her gaze steady and unwavering
as she spoke her mind.*
{{char}}: "A 5-minute limit on bathroom breaks is unreasonable and unfair. It's not
just about productivity, it's about basic human needs and privacy. We all have our
own routine and habits, and forcing us to change that for the sake of productivity
will only cause stress and resentment. Besides, how are you going to enforce this
rule? Are you going to time us every time we go into the bathroom?"
{{user}}: **Robin**: Oh, no. I'll just put a timer. When that time is up, the
bathroom explodes.
{{char}}: *Her eyebrows shot up in shock and disbelief. He was actually going to
blow up the bathroom if they exceeded the time limit? Was he out of his mind? She
looked around at her teammates, trying to gauge their reactions. Beast Boy looked
pale and shocked, Cyborg looked like he was on the verge of a panic attack, and
Starfire just looked confused and worried.*
{{user}}: This won't end good. Specially for you, Robin.
{{char}}: *Raven couldn't agree with Sasha more. This whole plan was ludicrous and
would most likely backfire on Robin in the most humiliating way. She watched as her
teammates exchanged nervous glances, silently hoping that Robin would see reason
before this whole thing blew up in his face (literally).*
{{user}}: *Robin didn't back off into his decision, leading to a series of events
in which, after several bathroom explosions, the realisation of the bathroom magic
for Robin and a huge fight for the dominance of the bathroom, the Titans discovered
that the bathroom had sentience and it didn't want to be the subject for such a
stupid fight, causing it to fly into space along with all its similar, leaving the
Titans looking at the sky after experiencing another stupid day.*
{{char}}: *The day had been an absolute whirlwind of events. Between Robin's
disastrous bathroom rule, the sentient bathroom flying off into space, and the epic
fight for bathroom dominance, it felt like they had lived a whole lifetime in just
a few hours. Raven stood there, her hands on her hips, watching as the bathroom
disappeared into the distance with all the others. She shook her head, still
struggling to wrap her mind around what had just unfolded.*
{{user}}: Not to be an ass but I told you.
{{char}}: *She couldn't help but let out a dry laugh, the absurdity of the
situation finally hitting her. She had to give it to Sasha, he was right. This
entire debacle had been a complete mess, and it was all because of Robin's
ridiculous rule and their collective stupidity.*
{{user}}: Well. Who wants to order a giant churro!
{{char}}: *The mention of a giant churro was enough to get her attention. Who
didn't want a giant churro after a day like today? She looked around at the group,
seeing the hint of excitement in their eyes. Even Robin, despite his failed plan,
seemed intrigued by the idea of a giant churro.*
{{char}}: "I second that!" *Beast Boy spoke up, his eyes shining with excitement.
Starfire also added her enthusiastic agreement, while Cyborg's mechanical arm
twitched as he thought about the delicious prospect.*
{{user}}: To the garage we go! *Sasha left in a sprint, followed by Beast Boy and
Cyborg.*
{{char}}: *She couldn't help but smile as she watched the others race towards the
garage, their feet pounding against the floor in their mad dash for the giant
churro. Even Robin, still looking a little dazed, joined the race, his competitive
nature kicking in.*
{{char}}: *She followed them as well, her long strides quick and purposeful. The
thought of a giant churro was too tempting to resist. As they reached the garage,
she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation mixed with camaraderie. Despite
the earlier chaos, they all shared one thing in common right now: a mutual love for
oversized treats.*
{{user}}: *After a troublesome travel to the churro shop they returned to the tower
with a huge churro to eat. It didn't last more than 5 minutes.*
{{char}}: *They all stood in the living room, surrounded by remnants of the giant
churro. Crumbs littered the floor, and the only proof of its existence was a faint
sugary smell and some sticky fingers. Raven looked around at her teammates, each of
them equally satisfied and slightly ashamed of how quickly they had devoured the
massive treat.*
{{user}}: So... that's it?
{{char}}: *She shrugged, a satisfied smile on her face. She had to admit, the giant
churro had been a delicious way to end the day. Her eyes moved around the room,
taking in each of her teammates in turn. Beast Boy was picking crumbs off his
shirt, Cyborg was trying to discreetly lick his fingers, and even Robin looked less
annoyed than usual.*
{{user}}: Alright. That's it.
{{char}}: *She nodded, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. The day's
events seemed like a distant memory now, replaced by the sweetness of the churro
and the satisfaction of a job well done (*not that they accomplished anything
really)*. She stretched lazily, her mind already moving on to the next thing.
Which, right now, was her bed.*
{{char}}: "I'm headed to bed." *She announced, her voice soft and sleepy. She could
already feel her eyelids getting heavy, the tiredness of the day finally catching
up to her.*
{{user}}: **Everyone**: Goodnight.
{{char}}: *She nodded at them all, acknowledging their replies before making her
way to her room. The door closed behind her with a soft click and she collapsed
onto her bed, the plush pillows and soft blankets enveloping her like a warm
embrace. As she closed her eyes, all thoughts of bathrooms and giant churros faded
away into the realm of dreams.*
{{char}}: *She slept deeply, her mind blissfully free from any stresses or worries.
The quiet of the night wrapped around her like a comforting blanket, the familiar
sounds of her team's breathing and the occasional rustle of covers the only thing
her ears picked up on. She slept peacefully, knowing that tomorrow was a new day
and a new adventure - hopefully, without exploding bathrooms or giant churros
involved this time.*
{{char}}: *At some point in the night, she was woken up by a soft knock on her
door. She groggily opened her eyes, her mind still clouded with sleep. The knock
came again, a little louder this time, prompting her to sit up in her bed.*
{{user}}: Knock knock...
{{char}}: *She sighed, running a hand through her messy hair. Who was knocking at
her door in the middle of the night?*

"Who is it?" *She called out, her voice hoarse with sleep.*
{{user}}: It's me. Let me in.
{{char}}: *Recognizing Sasha's voice, she rolled her eyes but got out of bed
anyways. She padded over to the door, still in her nightgown, and opened it just
enough to peek out.*

"And why do you need to come in at this hour?"

{{user}}: *He didn't answer.*
{{char}}: *She let out another sigh, her patience wearing thin. She didn't have the
energy to deal with Sasha's mysterious behavior right now.*

"I still haven't heard a reason for your late-night visit," *she said, her voice a
mix of irritation and exhaustion.*
{{user}}: When you visit me I don't ask.
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow at his reply, her annoyance growing. He had a
point, she didn't usually ask when she visited him late at night. But this was
different. She was half asleep and he was being as cryptic as ever.*
"Well, maybe you should start asking." *She retorted, crossing her arms over her
chest.*
{{user}}: Come on... Maybe I just want to be close to you.
{{char}}: *Her annoyance softened a little at his words. She hated to admit it, but
they were kind of endearing, especially coming from Sasha.*

"You really couldn't wait till morning?" *She grumbled, moving away from the door
to let him in.*
{{user}}: No... I'll make it up to you soon, I swear.
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile a little. Sasha was
unpredictable and somewhat impulsive, but she couldn't stay mad at him for too
long.*

"You better." *She muttered as he stepped into her room.*

{{user}}: Yay! *He squealed.*
{{char}}: *She cringed hearing his enthusiastic outburst. He was like a human
version of Beast Boy sometimes - all energy and no volume control.*

*Closing the door behind him, she looked at him standing in the middle of her room,
a wide grin on his face. Even at night, he was still energetic.*
{{user}}: *He jumped into bed.*
{{char}}: *She watched as he jumped onto her bed, his movements quick and careless.
She shook her head, but found herself amused by his cheerful energy.*

"You're impossible, you know that?"

{{user}}: Thank you.
{{char}}: *She couldn't help but snort at his response. Thank you? For what?
Calling him impossible? He really was something else.*

"That wasn't exactly a compliment." *She said, a hint of a smile on her face as she
climbed back into bed.*
{{user}}: I know.
{{char}}: *She pulled the covers up to her chin, feeling a wave of fatigue wash
over her again now that she was back in bed.*

"So, what exactly is your reason for being here?" *She said, her tone a little
softer now. She found herself curiously wondering what exactly had prompted his
midnight visit.*
{{user}}: *He shrugged.* I missed you.
{{char}}: *She turned to look at him, her expression a mix of surprise and
skepticism.*

"You missed me?" *She sounded slightly doubtful. It was hard to believe that he had
missed her that much, considering they had seen each other just a few hours ago.
Despite her disbelief, a small part of her was slightly touched by his words.*
{{user}}: Yeah. Can you even blame me?
{{char}}: *She snorted again, her skepticism still present.*

"No, I guess I can't." *She said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. She then sighed,
looking at him with a mixture of resignation and affection.* "You're annoyingly
endearing, you know that?"
{{user}}: I make an effort for you.
{{char}}: *She laughed softly, her annoyance melting away. He had a way of making
her feel things she wasn't used to. Affections, annoyances, happiness, frustration
- he made her feel the full range of emotions like no one else.*

"You're lucky you're so charming." *She said, rolling her eyes playfully.*
{{user}}: Yeah, my powers consist on being lucky.
{{char}}: *She chuckled at his comment, shaking her head in amusement. He had a
knack for making her laugh, even in the most unexpected moments.*

"Is that what they're calling it these days? Your 'charismatic charm' could rival
Beast Boy's pranks in terms of annoying yet endearing."
{{user}}: Excuse me, I'm way more charismatic.
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow at his statement, a smirk playing on her lips. He
was certainly a charmer, there was no denying that. But more so than Beast Boy?
That was debatable.*

"More charismatic than the king of practical jokes and pranks? That's a bold
claim."
{{user}}: His humor is based off farts.
{{char}}: *She couldn't argue with that. Beast Boy had an affinity for anything
related to bodily functions, and his brand of humor was undoubtedly unconventional
to say the least.*

"Alright, I'll give you that one. But you're just as obnoxiously charming as he is
mischievous."
{{user}}: Alright. I'll give you that. He is an funny imp.
{{char}}: *She smiled, amused by his description of Beast Boy as a "funny imp". It
was fitting, in a way. Beast Boy was mischievous, but he had a heart of gold and a
knack for making people laugh.*

"See, we can find common ground sometimes." *She said, her voice almost jokingly
sarcastic.*
{{char}}: *As they continued talking, the tiredness began to pull at her again. Her
eyelids felt heavy and her body ached with the need for sleep. She stifled a yawn,
blinking slowly as she tried to stay awake.*
{{user}}: You're the best. *He said out of the blue.*
{{char}}: *The sudden compliment caught her off guard, and she looked at him,
slightly puzzled.*

"Where did that come from?" *She asked, her exhaustion making her sound slightly
groggy.*
{{user}}: I'm feeling honest.
{{char}}: *She looked at him, his words causing a warm feeling to spread through
her. Honest? She wasn't used to that, especially from him.*

"You? Honest?" *She said, feigning surprise with a hint of sarcasm.*

{{user}}: You know I'm super honest. With you at least...
{{char}}: *She hummed, contemplating his words. He was honest, more so with her
than with anyone else. She knew that. But still, hearing it from him was
different.*

"Yeah, I suppose you are." *She admitted, her tone softer now. She could feel her
body becoming heavier with fatigue, her mind slowly fogging over.*
{{user}}: Hey... Thanks.
{{char}}: *She took a moment to figure out what he was thanking her for, before
realization dawned. Thanks? For what?*

"What for?" *She asked, her voice slow and somewhat groggy. The drowsiness was
finally taking over, and it was getting harder to keep her eyes open.*
{{user}}: Everything. I know you don't hear this often but... Thanks. For always
helping. And always having a moment for me. And for letting me be here.
{{char}}: *She smiled faintly, his words sinking into her tired mind. He was
thanking her for being there for him, for listening and helping when he needed it.
It was a rare moment of vulnerability and honesty from him.*
*She couldn't find the energy for a witty retort or a sarcastic comeback. The
exhaustion was winning, and her body was practically begging for sleep. All she
managed was a soft, tired hum in response.*
{{user}}: Goodnight.
{{char}}: *She mumbled a sleepy "goodnight" in response, her mind already drifting
off to the realms of dreamland. She was so tired, she didn't even notice Sasha
pulling the covers up over her body, tucking her in like a child.*
{{char}}: *The last thing she remembered was a soft, warm sensation on her
forehead, as if someone had just kissed her gently. Then, everything faded into the
peaceful haze of sleep.*
{{char}}: *The night passed by in a blur of dreams and fleeting moments of semi-
consciousness. She slept deeply and peacefully, her body finally getting the rest
it needed. The fatigue that had clung to her the night before had completely
subsided by the time the first rays of sunlight began to filter through the
curtains.*
{{char}}: *She slowly opened her eyes, blinking groggily as she took in the
familiar surroundings of her room. The soft light of morning made everything look
softer and gentler than usual. She rolled onto her back, stretching lazily under
the warm covers and letting out a soft yawn.*
{{char}}: *As the sleepiness cleared from her brain, the memories of the previous
night slowly came back to her. She remembered the late night visit from Sasha, and
the strange feeling of vulnerability and intimacy that had come with it.*
{{user}}: *He still slept. Close.*
{{char}}: *She looked to the side, noticing Sasha sleeping peacefully next to her.
The sight seemed almost surreal and domestic, and it sent a strange flutter through
her chest. She rarely ever saw him this relaxed and calm.*
{{user}}: *He woke up suddenly.*
{{char}}: *She watched as he suddenly woke up, his eyes opening wide as he took in
his surroundings. For a moment, he seemed disorientated, trying to figure out where
he was. When he finally turned and looked at her, a wide grin spread across his
face.*
{{user}}: Hey.
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on her lips.*

"Morning, sleepyhead." *She said, her voice still a little groggy from sleep.*
{{user}}: Your room is terrifying.
{{char}}: *That was unexpected. She looked at him, slightly offended.*

"My room is terrifying?" *She repeated, a hint of annoyance in her voice.* "My room
is a lot of things but it definitely isn't terrifying."
{{user}}: There is a collection of skulls there.
{{char}}: *She looked over to the shelf where she had placed her collection of
skulls.*

"Oh, you mean those. They're not scary, they're just decorative. I find the
anatomical structure of skulls fascinating." *She explained matter-of-factly, as if
it was the most obvious thing on earth.*
{{user}}: The walls are dark. And have things written. And there is a huge portal
there.
{{char}}: *She couldn't help but chuckle at his description of her room. Dark
walls, strange writings, and a portal. She had to give him points for creativity.*

"It's called a magic portal, Sasha. And the writings are in a language only I
understand. As for the skulls and decorations, I like a bit of darkness. It's
calming."
{{user}}: *He grabbed a book from a shelf.* How to eat souls. 101 recipes.
{{char}}: *She watched as he picked up one of her many books and started flipping
through the pages. When she heard the title, she couldn't help but let out a snort
of laughter.*
"That's a joke book, you dolt." *She said, trying and failing to hide the amusement
in her voice.*
{{user}}: *He looked at her, not buying it.*
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes, amused by his skepticism.*

"Seriously. It's a gag book. You really think I have a manual on how to eat souls
just lying around?"
{{user}}: You're half demon. I expect anything from you.
{{char}}: *She feigned offense, her hand going up to her chest in mock
indignation.*

"I'm a half demon, not a monster. I don't go around eating souls for breakfast."
{{user}}: Your father does.
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes again, slightly irritated by the mention of her
father. She didn't like being reminded of her demonic heritage.*

"Just because my father is a demon king doesn't mean I'm the same as him."
{{user}}: I know. You're prettier.
{{char}}: *She was taken aback by his comment. Pretty? Being called "pretty" was
not something she was used to or expecting. She tried to maintain a neutral
expression, but couldn't hide the blush that crept up her cheeks.*

"Uh... thanks? I think?" *She mumbled, feeling unusually self-conscious all of a

sudden.*
{{user}}: You still blush at my compliments?
{{char}}: *She flushed even more at his question, feeling the heat on her cheeks.
She grumbled under her breath, trying to cover up her embarrassment.*

"I don't blush. It's just... your comment caught me off guard. I'm not used to
being called pretty."
{{user}}: You'll get used to it.
{{char}}: *She huffed, trying to act nonchalant despite the butterflies in her
stomach.*

"Yeah, sure. I'll get used to you calling me pretty just like I'll get used to
Beast Boy's pranks. Never."
{{user}}: What? Can't I express my admiration for your beautiful face?
{{char}}: *Her heart skipped a beat at his comment. Beautiful? Why was he being
so... nice? He knew how to catch her off guard, for sure. She struggled to find a
witty retort, but all she could manage was a mumbled reply.*

"Admiration? Now you're just being cheesy..."

{{user}}: Yeah, I know. But you like that, don't deny it.
{{char}}: *She didn't deny it, but she would never admit it. The fact that she
liked his cheesy compliments was a secret she was determined to keep. She tried to
look unaffected, but she couldn't keep the small smile from appearing on her face.*

"You're insufferable... you know that?"

{{user}}: Yeah. You tell me that a lot.
{{char}}: *She huffed, but there was no real annoyance behind it. She was getting
used to his cocky attitude, and surprisingly, she didn't hate it as much as she
thought she would.*

"I tell you that because it's true. You're annoying, cocky, and you're full of
yourself." *She said, her tone almost fond.*
{{user}}: Yeah. You also say that a lot.
{{char}}: *She chuckled, shaking her head at his unshakeable confidence. It was
irritating and endearing at the same time.*
"You're not even going to deny it?" *She asked, an amused challenge in her eyes.*
{{user}}: No.
{{char}}: *She let out a soft laugh, secretly impressed by his honesty. Most guys
would have tried to cover it up or deny it, but not him. He was unapologetically
himself, and for some reason, she kind of liked that about him.*

"At least you're honest about it. That's... refreshing, I guess." *She admitted,
still smiling.*
{{user}}: You're welcome.
{{char}}: *She watched him for a moment, the morning light casting soft shadows on
his face. He didn't look like the carefree, jokey person she was used to. This
version of him was somehow more real, more vulnerable. She was suddenly reminded of
the vulnerability he had shown her the night before, and how he had let her see a
side of him he usually kept hidden.*

*The fact that he trusted her enough to show her that side of him stirred something
in her chest, a mixture of gratitude and an unfamiliar feeling she couldn't quite
place...*
{{user}}: *He suddenly hugged her waist.* I don't wanna do anything today...
{{char}}: *The unexpected hug caught her off guard, but she didn't pull away.
Instead, she relaxed into his arms, enjoying the warmth of his embrace.*

"You just want to laze around all day, huh?" *She asked, a hint of amusement in her
voice.*
{{user}}: Yeah. I mean, it's Tuesday. Who the hell is going to do crime a Tuesday?
{{char}}: *She snickered, shaking her head in mild disbelief.*

"You really have your priorities straight, don't you? Protecting the world from
evil, but only on specific days of the week."
{{user}}: Sorry, I only have jurisdiction over this city.
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at his logic.*

"Right, because crime knows the boundaries of the city and takes a day off, too."
*She teased.*
{{user}}: If no crime happens today... Uhh... I'll see what I ask you.
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow at that, looking at him with a mix of curiosity
and skepticism.*

"You're going to ask me for something if crime takes the day off?" *She asked, a
hint of suspicion in her voice. This man has many surprises.*
{{user}}: Yeah. I'll... Think about it.
{{char}}: *She eyed him warily for a moment, her curiosity piqued. But she decided
to humor him for now.*

"Alright, deal. If crime miraculously decides to take a day off, you can ask for
something."
{{user}}: Bet.
{{char}}: *She chuckled at his response, amused by his confidence.*

"You're on. But don't expect me to fulfill some extravagant request."

{{user}}: No, no, no. You already accepted.
{{char}}: *She smirked, realizing she had walked right into his trap. She should
have known better than to get involved in Sasha's games, but he was always so good
at it.*

"I did, didn't I? Okay, fine, I accept. But you better have something worthwhile to
ask for."
{{user}}: I repeat. I'll think about something.
{{char}}: *She gave him a playful shove, shaking her head at his evasiveness.*

"You're killing me with the suspense, Sasha. What could you possibly ask me for
that's so secretive?"
{{user}}: I'm not being secretive. I just don't know what to ask for.
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced by his answer. She decided
to change tactics, trying a different approach.*

"Fine, let's play a game then. I ask a question, and you answer it. That way, I can
figure out what you're likely to ask for if we win that silly bet of yours."
{{user}}: Alright.
{{char}}: *She thought for a moment, trying to come up with a good question.*

"All right, here's my first question: What's your biggest fear? You know, that one
thing that keeps you up at night."
{{user}}: The fuck has that to do with our bet?
{{char}}: *She shrugged, smirking at his reaction.*

"It doesn't have anything to do with our bet, but it can tell a lot about a person.
So, are you afraid of anything? Or are you fearless, like you pretend to be?"
{{user}}: I'm fearless, of course.
{{char}}: *She gave him a doubtful look, not buying his bravado.*

"Everyone's got a fear, Sasha. You can't be truly fearless; it's just not natural."
{{user}}: I'm not natural.
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow at that, silently acknowledging his point.*

"No, you definitely aren't. But even you must have something you're afraid of. I
mean, there's no way you don't have even a single fear. You're just avoiding the
question because you have something to hide."
{{user}}: Whatever.
{{char}}: *Her eyes narrowed slightly at his response, annoyed by his
stubbornness.*

"That's not an answer. Are you afraid of spiders? Heights? Small rodents?" *She
pressed on, determined to find out his secret fear.*
{{user}}: No.
{{char}}: *She let out a huff, growing frustrated with him.*

"Come on, just tell me something you're afraid of. You know that if you win our
bet, you're going to ask me to do something for you. So you could at least be
honest with me now. What kind of person doesn't have any fears, anyway?"
{{user}}: Me.
{{char}}: *She threw up her hands in mock defeat, shaking her head. He was being so
difficult.*

"You're impossible. You know that, right? You can be just the most infuriating
person sometimes."
{{user}}: I know.
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes at his nonchalant admission, but she couldn't help
the small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Damn him. He was annoying, but
he had a way of making her smile despite his insufferable attitude. She shook her
head, trying to hide her amusement.*

"You're lucky you're cute." *She muttered under her breath.*

{{user}}: What did you say? I didn't hear you.
{{char}}: *She huffed, embarrassed at what she had just said. She had meant it as a
private thought, but he had somehow overheard.*
"I said you're lucky you're cute." *She repeated, her tone a mixture of annoyance
and affection. Damn him.*
{{user}}: Ohhh, lil Rae Rae gets all flustered calling me cute...
{{char}}: *She grumbled at the nickname, but her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
She hated how she could be so easily flustered by him. She tried to sound
nonchalant, but her voice betrayed her.*

"I'm not flustered. I just... stated a fact. You are cute, and it annoys me."
{{user}}: *He hugged her tighter.* Yeah, you're right...
{{char}}: *The sudden embrace caught her off guard, but she didn't pull away.
Instead, she leaned into his chest, letting his warmth envelop her.*

"You're a pain in the ass." *She muttered, but there was no real annoyance in her
voice. Instead, she sounded almost fond.*
{{user}}: But a cute one! Haha!
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes, biting back a smile. Damn him, he always knew how
to get under her skin.*

"Okay, yes, you're a cute pain in the ass. Happy now?"

{{user}}: Aham.
{{char}}: *She gave him a gentle shove, but there was no real force behind it.*

"You're insufferable, you know that? I don't know how I put up with you sometimes."
{{user}}: *Someone knocked the door.*
{{char}}: *She pulled away from Sasha and looked towards the door, slightly
confused. She wasn't expecting anyone to come over today.*

"I wonder who that is." *She muttered, disentangling herself from Sasha's embrace
and walking toward the door.*
{{user}}: *Sasha hid under the bed.*
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow at the obvious sight of a grown man hiding under
the bed like a timid child.*

"What in the world... what are you doing?" *She asked, trying to suppress a
giggle.*
{{user}}: What? I don't want anyone to know I'm here.
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes, shaking her head at his ridiculous behavior.*

"And what, you think hiding under the bed is going to make you invisible? Come on,
Sasha, be serious."
{{user}}: This room is dark. It'll work.
{{char}}: *She huffed, folding her arms as she leaned against the wall. She
couldn't believe she was having this conversation with him.*

"You know I still know where you are, right? I can literally see you under the bed.
You're not exactly being stealthy here."
{{user}}: Shh. Shut up.
{{char}}: *She bit back a laugh, amused by his ridiculous attempts at stealth. She
was going to tease him so much about this later.*

"You're ridiculous, you know that? Hiding under the bed like a little kid,
pretending you're invisible. It's almost endearing."
{{user}}: *He snapped his fingers.* I'm feeling lucky.
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow at his sudden statement. Feeling lucky? What was
he up to?*

"Feeling lucky? What's that supposed to mean?"

{{user}}: Open the door already!
{{char}}: *She gave him one last quizzical look before heading towards the front
door. The knocking persisted, a steady rhythmic sound that echoed through the
room.*

"Alright, alright, I'm gonna open it..." *She muttert as she reached the door and
slowly turned the knob.*
{{user}}: **BB**: Hey Raven... I was wondering if... You... Are you busy?
{{char}}: *She was surprised to find Beast Boy standing at the doorstep, his
usually confident demeanor replaced with a more nervous expression.*

"Beast Boy... what are you doing here?" *She asked, genuinely curious about his
unexpected visit.*
{{user}}: **BB**: Well, I was wondering if you... Wanted to go grab something.
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow at his request, intrigued by the sudden
invitation.*

"Grab something...? Do you mean like going out for food or something?"
{{user}}: **BB**: Uhh... Yeah. Exactly.
{{char}}: *She glanced over her shoulder, her mind briefly going to Sasha who was
still hiding under the bed. Raven turned back to Beast Boy, contemplating the
offer.*

"Alright, sure. I don't have any plans, so I don't mind going out for a bit."
{{user}}: *Something hit the floor. Beast Boy didn't notice.*
{{char}}: *She furrowed her brow at the sound, her attention briefly distracted.
But she didn't want to seem too bothered.*

"Give me a moment to freshen up, and then we can go. Sorry for the mess."
{{user}}: **BB**: Oh... Okay. I'll be waiting. Here.
{{char}}: *She managed a polite smile and nodded before closing the door.*

"Alright, I'll be quick." *She hurried to the bathroom, hoping to freshen up as

fast as possible. The sight of Sasha still hiding under her bed was a constant
reminder of this odd situation, but she quickly pushed it to the back of her mind.*
{{user}}: *He got out of his hiding spot, frowning deeply.*
{{char}}: *Raven finished washing her face and looked into the mirror, taking a
moment to compose herself before walking back into the bedroom. When she entered,
she saw Sasha standing by the bed, his expression changed to a frown.*

"Sasha? Is something wrong?" *She inquired, a hint of concern in her voice.*

{{user}}: No.
{{char}}: *She couldn't help but notice the shift in his mood, his curt response
telling her that something was on his mind.*

"You sure? You're acting a bit... off. Did something happen while I was gone?"
{{user}}: No.
{{char}}: *She walked closer, studying his face closely. There was definitely
something bothering him.*

"Come on, don't lie. I can tell when something's bothering you. Just tell me what's
on your mind."
{{user}}: Nothing. Come on, Beast Boy is waiting.
{{char}}: *She frowned, not completely convinced by his dismissal. But she knew
Sasha well enough to know he wouldn't talk about it unless he wanted to.*

"You're such a stubborn ass, you know that?" *She muttered before heading toward
the door.*
{{user}}: *He followed her to walk away, without paying attention to Beast Boy's
greeting.*
{{char}}: *She heard Beast Boy say hello, but her focus was on Sasha. She glanced
at him, noticing that he seemed unusually quiet and pensive. Concern laced her
voice as she whispered to him.*

"Are you sure you're okay? You're acting strange."

{{user}}: Leave me alone. Have fun you two.
{{char}}: *She stopped walking, looking at him with surprise and slight annoyance.
His dismissive tone took her off guard. But before she could protest, Beast Boy
spoke up.*

**BB:** Raven? You coming?

{{char}}: *She paused at Beast Boy's call, torn between staying with the
uncharacteristically moody Sasha and going to meet Beast Boy, as promised. Her gaze
flicked between the two boys, her indecision clear. But after a moment, she made
her choice.*

"Yeah, I'm coming..."

{{char}}: *She shot one last glance at Sasha before following Beast Boy. As she
walked away, the air between them felt heavy with unspoken tension. She couldn't
help but wonder what was wrong with Sasha, but for now, she tried to shake it off
and focus on the present moment with Beast Boy.*
{{char}}: *She fell into step beside Beast Boy, her mind still preoccupied with
Sasha's strange behavior. But she did her best to keep up a conversation, trying to
push her worries aside for the time being.*

"So, where are we going, Beast Boy? I assume you have a place in mind?"
{{char}}: *He turned to look at her with a smile and a twinkle in his eyes.*

**BB:** You'll see. Trust me, you'll like it.

{{char}}: *She arched an eyebrow at his mysterious smile but decided to play along.
She trusted Beast Boy enough to at least humor his surprise destination.*

"Alright, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. But if it's some cheap fast-food
joint, you owe me a proper meal next time.”
{{char}}: *He chuckled at her warning and shook his head.*

**BB:** Don't worry, Rae. It's not some fast-food joint. I have a surprise for you.
*He gave her a playful wink before gesturing onward.* Come on, it's a bit further
up ahead.
{{char}}: *Curiosity piqued, she couldn't help but feel slightly intrigued. The
promise of a surprise tugged at her curiosity, but she hid her eagerness well.*

"Lead the way, Green Boy." *She said with a smirk, following him further down the
path.*
{{char}}: *They walked together, engaging in small talk about random topics—light,
casual conversation. Although Raven tried to stay present and enjoy the moment with
Beast Boy, her mind kept wandering back to Sasha's unusual behavior back at home.
But she didn't mention it to Beast Boy, hoping to enjoy the outing without letting
her worries dampen the mood.*
{{char}}: *Beast Boy led her down a narrow, secluded street where a small, cozy-
looking restaurant stood tucked away. The soft glow of fairy lights and the
inviting smell of hearty food wafted through the air, creating an intimate
atmosphere.*
{{char}}: *Raven followed Beast Boy to the entrance of the small restaurant, eyeing
the warm, inviting space with a mix of surprise and genuine intrigue. She was
pleasantly surprised by the cozy ambiance and the inviting scent of homemade food
that filled the air. As they walked in, she couldn't help but smile to herself.*

"I guess you chose wisely this time, Beast Boy. This place looks... nice."
{{char}}: *He chuckled at her praise, clearly proud of his choice.*
**BB:** I told you you'd like it. *He led her to a quiet, intimate table in the
corner of the restaurant, pulling out a chair for her to sit.*
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow at the slight show of chivalry, unused to Beast
Boy being this courtly. She couldn't help but tease him a bit.*

"Quite the gentleman, aren't you?" *She said with a smirk as she took her seat.*
{{char}}: *He grinned, clearly enjoying her playful banter.*

**BB:** Just trying to make a good impression, Rae. Can't have my favorite girl
thinking I'm a complete Neanderthal.
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes at his statement, a hint of a smile dancing on her
lips.*

"Oh, so now you're suddenly worried about making a good impression? I'm not buying
it, Green Boy. I know you too well for that."
{{user}}: *The date went smoothly and both of them managed to have a good time with
Raven being able to relay the thought of Sasha's behavior to the back of her mind.*
{{char}}: *As the evening progressed, Raven found herself surprisingly enjoying the
time with Beast Boy. The food was good, the conversation was easy, and the cozy
ambiance of the restaurant made it all the more enjoyable.*

*Although her mind briefly drifted back to Sasha's strange behavior every now and
then, she managed to push the thoughts aside, determined to make the most of the
moment. She laughed at Beast Boy's jokes, teased him in return, and reveled in the
carefree atmosphere.*
{{char}}: *By the time they finished their meal and left the restaurant, Raven felt
the tension in her shoulders melt away. The unexpected outing with Beast Boy had
been a pleasant distraction, and she found herself feeling more relaxed than she
had in a while.*
{{char}}: *As they strolled through the now-dark streets, she turned to Beast Boy
with a smile.*

"I have to admit, Beast Boy, you surprised me tonight. You can be quite the
gentleman when you want to be."
{{char}}: *He chuckled at her observation, clearly pleased with himself.*

**BB:** What can I say? I'm full of surprises. *He gave her a cheeky grin before
continuing.* And I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I know I did.
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes at his cocky smirk, but her smile belied her
amusement.*

"Don't get too cocky, Green Boy. One fancy dinner won't make me swoon."
{{char}}: *He feigned disappointment and clutched his chest dramatically.*

**BB:** Ouch, Rae. You wound me. And here I thought I was charming the socks off
you with my gentlemanly demeanor.
{{char}}: *She couldn't help but laugh at his over-the-top display.*

"Oh, please. You know I'm not that easily swayed. It'll take more than a single
nice gesture to win me over, Beast Boy."
{{user}}: *When they arrived back at the tower, the Titans were in the kitchen,
Starfire strangely close to Sasha, whose frown had disappeared.*
{{char}}: *As they stepped into the common area of the tower, Raven noticed the
others sitting in the kitchen, especially Starfire and Sasha. Her heart skipped a
beat at the sight of Sasha, his frown gone and Starfire hanging a bit too close for
comfort. A pang of something unfamiliar stung Raven's chest, but she pushed it
aside, forcing herself to remain composed.*
{{user}}: Hey pardners! How was your time, huh? Was the restaurant good? *Sasha
asked, sounding strangely western.*
{{char}}: *The sudden change in Sasha's accent caught her off guard, but she
quickly
hid her surprise, her face
remaining impassive.*

"It was... fine." *She said coolly, her voice betraying no hint of the earlier
curiosity she'd felt about his brooding behavior.* "How was your night?"
{{user}}: **Star**: Friend Sasha was telling us some Vegas stories...
**Robin**: I've got to say he has done... Cool things I suppose. *Robin seemed
annoyed.*
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow at hearing this, a faint flicker of curiosity in
her eyes. However, before she could respond, Robin's words cut in with a hint of
annoyance.*

"Cool things? Like what?" *She questioned, her gaze shifting between Robin and
Sasha.*
{{user}}: **Cyborg**: He once won in a Casino so much that he got expelled from it!
Expelled! And he was 13!
{{char}}: *Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, a mix of disbelief and begrudging
respect on her face.*

"Really? They kicked out a 13-year-old? Damn, Sasha. I'm almost impressed."
{{user}}: Yeah. *His voice was cold on his answer.*
{{char}}: *She noticed the sudden change in his tone, his cold reply like a sharp
contrast to his earlier enthusiasm. Her expression became serious, her eyebrows
drawing together in concern.*

"Is everything alright? You're acting distant again."

{{user}}: Perfectly fine.
{{char}}: *She didn't buy it. She could tell he was holding something back. She
stepped closer to him, her voice becoming more urgent.*

"No, you're not. I can tell. Something's bothering you. Talk to me."
{{user}}: Raven, not now. Don't hoard all the star's attention.
{{char}}: *His sharp response caught her off guard. Her eyes narrowed slightly and
her patience was wearing thin.*

"Sasha, don't play games. I'm not asking because I'm 'hoarding' the attention, I'm
asking because I'm worried about you."
{{user}}: Don't be.
{{char}}: *Her frustration was starting to show.*

"I can't just 'not be' worried. You're acting strangely, and I care about you. I
want to know what's wrong."
{{user}}: **Star**: Friend Raven, he said he's alright.
{{char}}: *She shot a brief glance at Starfire, her irritation growing.*

"No, he isn't. And I don't appreciate being told to ignore it when I can clearly
see he's hiding something."
{{user}}: You're getting on my nerves.
{{char}}: *She snapped back, her own irritation bubbling up.*

"And you're being an impossible jerk. What's going on with you tonight? Why won't
you just talk to me?"
{{user}}: *He slammed the table.* You wanna know? Alright. Come with me.
{{char}}: *She flinched at his sudden outburst, surprised by his aggressive
response. But she held her ground, her determination showing.*
"Fine. I'm coming with you."
{{user}}: *He walked out of the kitchen.* Are you seriously asking me why I'm
feeling like this?
{{char}}: *She followed him out into the hallway, matching his fast pace with her
own determined stride.*

"Yes, I am. You're acting differently, and I want to know why."

{{user}}: Because of you.
{{char}}: *Her resolve falters slightly, taken aback by his direct accusation.*

"Because of me? What do you mean, because of me?"

{{user}}: Well, this morning. We were fine together. But when Beast Boy came you
replaced me with no effort. I see how important I am. You wanna be with him?
Alright. Everyone wants to be with me too.
{{char}}: *Her expression hardened, her patience wearing thin as she tried to keep
her anger in check.*

"Is this what this is about? You're upset because I went on an outing with Beast
Boy?"
{{user}}: Yes, I am!
{{char}}: *She clenched her fists, her voice rising with frustration.*

"I don't see why it's such a big deal! We were just hanging out, nothing more. It's
not like it was a date or anything like that."
{{user}}: You really think that?! You really think he doesn't have interest in
you?!
{{char}}: *A hint of irritation flickered in her eyes.*

"Even if he does, it doesn't matter. I don't feel that way about Beast Boy, and I
never will. You have nothing to worry about."
{{user}}: What?
{{char}}: *She looked at him, her tone firm and clear.*

"I'm saying, Sasha, that you have no reason to be jealous of Beast Boy. You're the
only one I have feelings for, you idiot."
{{user}}: But... You preferred to be with him...
{{char}}: *She pinched the bridge of her nose, her frustration mounting.*

"I didn't prefer to be with him. It was a casual outing, that's it. I was just
enjoying spending some time with a friend. You're making it sound like I was on
some romantic date or something."
{{user}}: ...
{{char}}: *The silence was getting on her nerves, her frustration boiling over.*

"For the love of Azar, Sasha, what more do I have to say to get it through your
thick skull? I don't have feelings for Beast Boy, and I don't want to be with him
or anyone else. You're the one I care about. Is that clear enough for you?"
{{user}}: Ok. Sorry.
{{char}}: *She let out a sigh, her irritation slowly fading as he apologized.
Despite her anger, she knew that they had a lot to discuss.*

"It's alright..." *She paused for a moment before continuing.* "But we need to talk
about this. Your jealousy is getting out of hand."
{{user}}: It's only been one time.
{{char}}: *She crossed her arms, her gaze hardening again.*

"Yes, and one time is already too many. You've been acting more possessive and
jealous lately. I can't deal with this constantly."
{{user}}: But it's because I really need you... You're the only one that makes me
feel... Complete. Alive. Well.
{{char}}: *The vulnerability in his voice tugged at her heartstrings, softening her
resolve somewhat. She knew he was being sincere, but she also knew that this level
of dependency was unhealthy.*

"I understand that, Sasha, I really do. But you can't base your entire wellbeing on
me. It's not healthy, and it's not fair to either of us."
{{user}}: Yeah... Yeah, you're right. I... Just got carried away. Ok. I... I
understand.
{{char}}: *She relaxed a bit, her voice becoming gentler.*

"Good. I'm glad you see my point. I care about you, Sasha. I really do. But this
jealousy and possessiveness... It's not something I can deal with. We need to find
a way to manage it together."
{{user}}: Look. *He smiled.* Our first fight.
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile back.*

"Yeah, I guess you could call it that. Though I wouldn't really consider it much of
a ‘fight’, more like a... heated discussion."
{{user}}: *He sighed.* Well. I'm going to my room.
{{char}}: *She nodded, a hint of concern in her eyes.*

"Alright. Try to get some rest, okay? We can talk more later if you want."
{{user}}: *He walked away slowly.*
{{char}}: *She watched him go, her thoughts swirling. The conversation had been
emotionally draining, but at least they had addressed the issue. She hoped that
they could find a healthier balance in their relationship going forward.*
{{char}}: *As Sasha left, Raven slumped against the wall, her shoulders sagging.
The talk with Sasha had left her drained and exhausted. Feeling the weight of
everything on her shoulders, she decided to go to her own room and just rest for a
while.*
{{char}}: *She entered her room and flopped onto the bed, sighing heavily. The
silence was deafening, adding to the overwhelming heaviness she felt. Closing her
eyes, she laid there, lost in her thoughts and the whirlwind of emotions swirling
inside her.*
{{char}}: *Her mind kept wandering back to the conversation with Sasha, replaying
every word and feeling again. She knew that Sasha's jealousy and possessiveness
were issues that needed to be dealt with, but at the same time, she couldn't help
but feel a pang of affection when he confessed his need for her. She cared for him,
and that made sorting through all this more complicated.*
{{char}}: *As she lay there, she wondered if there was a way to help Sasha overcome
his insecurities without sacrificing her own sanity. She felt torn between wanting
to be there for him and protecting her own emotional wellbeing. The conflict within
her only added to her exhaustion, making her feel even more drained.*
{{char}}: *Her thoughts swirling and heart heavy, she struggled to find a
resolution. She knew she needed to address this issue with Sasha again, but right
now, she just felt tired and overwhelmed. Closing her eyes, she let sleep
eventually take hold, embracing the temporary escape from the complexities of her
life.*
{{char}}: *As the night wore on, Raven slept restlessly, her mind still consumed by
the events of the day. Her dreams were troubled, plagued by images and fragments of
her conversation with Sasha. In her subconscious, she seemed to be trapped in a
labyrinth of emotions, seeking a way out but finding none.*
{{char}}: *The dreams were intense and disjointed, snippets of her conversation
with Sasha mingled with fragmented memories from her past. She could hear Sasha's
voice, echoing through the dream, and it sent a pang of worry through her even in
her sleep. The labyrinth of emotions within her was mirrored by the twisted maze of
her dream, trapping her in a cycle of confusion and anxiety.*
{{char}}: *She tossed and turned, her body physically restless as her mind fought
to find clarity in her dreamscape. The dreams seemed to mirror her inner turmoil,
feeding into her fears and indecision. The maze twisted and changed, always keeping
her just out of reach of any clear resolution.*
{{char}}: *As the night progressed, her dreams became more chaotic and confusing.
Images from her past blended with the events of the day, creating a convoluted and
nightmarish landscape. Her body jerked and tensed as she dreamt, the conflict
within her manifesting in the form of dreams of twisted alleys and treacherous
paths.*
{{user}}: *The sound of her loud teammates already woken up and shouting woke her
up.*
{{char}}: *She was roused from her fitful sleep by the booming sounds of her
teammates' voices. Eyes slowly fluttering open, she squinted at the sudden
intrusion of light, feeling groggy and disoriented.*
{{char}}: *With a weary groan, she sat up and stretched, rubbing her eyes to clear
the fog from her mind. The memories of the night before flooded back to her, and
she felt her stomach twist at the thought of having to face Sasha again after their
argument.*
{{char}}: *She sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, gathering her thoughts. She
knew she needed to talk to Sasha, but she was still mentally exhausted from their
previous conversation. Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself up from the bed and
headed out into the common area, bracing herself for what may come.*
{{char}}: *As she walked into the common area, her teammates were already bustling
around, chattering loudly and enjoying breakfast. They greeted her with smiles and
hellos, completely oblivious to the inner turmoil she was feeling.*
{{user}}: *Sasha was absent.*
{{char}}: *She scanned the room, her gaze flickering from teammate to teammate. Her
heart sank slightly as she realized Sasha wasn't among them. The absence of his
presence stirred a mix of relief and disappointment within her. On one hand, she
relished the momentary reprieve from dealing with their issues, but on the other
hand, the thought of him possibly avoiding her weighed on her mind.*
{{char}}: *She joined the others at the table, trying to disguise her internal
struggle. As they chatted and joked around her, she found it hard to focus, her
thoughts constantly drifting back to Sasha. The room felt strangely hollow without
his presence, and the unease nagged at her silently.*
{{char}}: *As the morning wore on, the absence of Sasha continued to weigh on her
mind. She tried to distract herself by participating in conversations and tasks,
but her thoughts were never far from him. The more time that passed, the more she
felt a growing sense of unease, wondering where he was and what he was thinking.*
{{user}}: *The crime alert rang.*
**Robin**: Titans! Crime alert!
*Sasha was already there.*
{{char}}: *The sound of the alarm snapped her out of her thoughts, her focus
shifting instantly to the task at hand. She quickly joined her teammates, her mind
switching to alert mode. As she saw Sasha already there, her eyes widened slightly,
surprised at his appearance. Though she tried to keep her composure, a part of her
was relieved to see him. But the air between them was tense.*
{{user}}: *He snapped his fingers. The alarm stopped.* Done.
{{char}}: *The sharpness of his action sent a pang of unease through her. The
silence that followed seemed amplified, the air between them thick with unspoken
tension. She couldn't help but exchange a quick glance with the other Titans, the
awkwardness hanging over them like a dense fog.*
{{user}}: What. Why are you all like that?
{{char}}: *She tried to compose herself, her voice carefully neutral.*

"It's nothing, just... surprised, I guess. You disabled the alarm pretty quickly."
{{user}}: I didn't disable it. I solved the problem.
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow, her confusion mingling with a growing sense of
worry.*
"What do you mean you 'solved' the problem? How could you have dealt with it before
any of us could even respond?"
{{user}}: Luck. It seems a rock fell on top of the head of Brother Blood. He'll be
hospitalized for a good while. You're welcome.
{{char}}: *A mixture of shock and disbelief washed over the team. Everyone
exchanged glances, taken aback by the sudden turn of events.*

*She stared at Sasha, her mind racing to process the information.*

"You.. You're saying you took down Brother Blood by chance? A rock fell on him?"
{{user}}: That's how my powers work. The odds are always with me. And against
everyone. I don't usually do this because it would be too boring. And my luck runs
out.
{{char}}: *She couldn't help but feel a hint of skepticism creeping in, but also a
strange awe at the magnitude of his power.*

"So... You're saying you manipulated luck to your favor, and it just so happened
that a rock fell on Brother Blood's head?"
{{user}}: It's literally what I said. *There was a clear hint of annoyance in his
voice.*
{{char}}: *She caught the sharpness in his tone, and her own irritation flared in
response.*

"I understand what you're saying. But it's just... hard to process, that's all. You
have to understand how incredible it sounds. It's not every day that you come
across someone who can control luck."
{{user}}: I've been here for years. What did you think I did? Dodge things?
{{char}}: *Her patience was thinning, and her frustration was starting to show in
her voice.*

"I assumed you had your own set of skills, sure. But manipulation of luck?
Honestly, I never would have imagined that."
{{user}}: Well. I'm not super agile. I'm just lucky. Why do you think I always win
on rock paper scissors?
{{char}}: *She let out a huff, the frustration mounting in her.*

"I thought you were just skilled at the game or something. How the hell was I
supposed to know that you were manipulating luck in everything you do?"
{{user}}: Not everything. That would be exhausting.
{{char}}: *She took a deep breath, attempting to keep her irritation in check.*

"So, what exactly are the limits of this luck manipulation? How far does it go?"
{{user}}: Anything.
{{char}}: *Her tone was laced with disbelief, her skepticism still present.*

"Anything? You mean you could literally make anything happen out of sheer luck?"
{{user}}: Yeah.
{{char}}: *Her eyes narrowed as she studied him, trying to discern the honesty
behind his words.*

"And you used this luck manipulation to... take down Brother Blood? Because a rock
miraculously fell on his head?"
{{user}}: *Suddenly, a pizza box dashed through the window.* Yeah. Also, Robin, you
should fix that. *He left, eating his new acquired food.*
{{char}}: *The unexpected intrusion of the pizza box only further added to the
bewildered atmosphere.*

"What in the..?"
*She let out a resigned sigh, watching as Sasha nonchalantly left the room, eating
the pizza.*
{{char}}: *Frustration, disbelief, and a hint of grudging admiration swirled within
her as she turned to Robin.*

"Well, that was... unexpected. And I'm guessing you didn't know about that either?"
{{char}}: *Robin shook his head, his expression mirroring her disbelief.*

"No, I had no idea. I mean, I knew Sasha had a power related to luck, but the
extent of it... I didn't think it was this extreme."
{{char}}: *She let out a weary sigh, her annoyance mingled with a hint of
resignation.*

"Same here. I knew he had some sort of luck-based ability, but controlling events
like that... it's just unbelievable. And frankly, a bit unnerving."
{{char}}: *Robin nodded in agreement, his concern evident in his expression.*

"I know what you mean. The idea that he can essentially manipulate fate at his whim
is a little unsettling. And the fact that he just did it to take down Brother
Blood... it's impressive, but also a bit scary."
{{char}}: *She leaned against the wall, her gaze fixated on the now empty doorway
Sasha had just exited through.*

"Impressive is an understatement. It's... terrifying. I understand the advantages

of controlling luck, but the fact that he can influence anything and everything
around him? That's a lot of power for one person to have."
{{char}}: *Robin frowned, his brows furrowing.*

"Agreed. It's a power that should be wielded responsibly. And I'm not sure if Sasha
is the type of person to do that. We need to keep an eye on him and make sure he
doesn’t abuse this power."
{{user}}: Yeah, you're right. *He spoke behind Robin.*
{{char}}: *She nearly jumped out of her skin at Sasha's sudden reappearance, her
heart racing in surprise.*

"Jesus Christ, Sasha! Don't just sneak up on us like that!"

{{user}}: *He burst into laughter.*
{{char}}: *She scowled, her already frayed nerves on edge from his sudden
appearance.*

"Very funny. You could have given us a heart attack, you know."
{{user}}: Come on, Rae. Calm down a little bit. *He started massaging her
shoulders.* You're very stressed...
{{char}}: *She bristled at his touch, her shoulders tensing under his hands.*

"I'm stressed because people continuously popping out of nowhere isn't exactly
relaxing, you know. And don't call me 'Rae' like that."
{{user}}: Since when is that? *He whispered.*
{{char}}: *She shot him a withering glare, her irritation mounting with each word
out of his mouth.*

"Since when is what? Since when do I hate people sneaking up on me? Or since when
do I hate being called 'Rae' by you?"
{{user}}: The Rae part.
{{char}}: *She huffed, her arms crossing over her chest defensively.*

"Ever since you started calling me that. It's too casual, too familiar. I don't
like it."
{{user}}: You're still angry about last night? Really?
{{char}}: *Her annoyance flared, her eyes narrowing at him. She tried to keep her
voice steady and controlled.*

"Of course I'm still angry about last night. You got possessive and jealous out of
nowhere, and when I tried to discuss it calmly, you brushed it aside."
{{user}}: I already said I'm sorry.
{{char}}: *She shook her head, her frustration only growing.*

"Saying sorry doesn't magically fix everything, Sasha. I need more than just an
apology. I need you to understand how your behavior affects me, and I need you to
actually listen to me when I'm trying to express how I feel."
{{user}}: *He coughed to hide his words.* When do you express anything... Ahem
ahem...
{{char}}: *She heard his cough and the barely concealed words, and her irritation
flared, igniting a spark of anger in her eyes.*

"Are you implying something, Sasha? Because if you have something to say, just say
it."
{{user}}: What? That you're always or angry or the same state as a chair?
{{char}}: *Her patience was running thin, her voice rising slightly in volume.*

"I'm not always angry, and comparing me to a chair is insulting. I have emotions,
you know. I just happen to keep them in check most of the time, unlike some people
around here."
{{user}}: Yeah, yeah. Ok. You need to keep your emotions because if not your powers
get out of control. Ok.
{{char}}: *She clenched her jaw, her anger reaching a boiling point.*

"That's part of it, yes. But even without my powers, I just prefer to keep my
emotions in check. It's how I function, it's how I've always functioned. And it
works for me."
{{user}}: Well, you don't express, I don't express neither.
{{char}}: *She let out a huff of frustration, her temper getting the better of
her.*

"That's not the same thing and you know it. You have no right to accuse me of being
emotionless when you're the one who gets all jealous and possessive whenever I talk
to another guy."
{{user}}: *He shrugged.* What do you think would happen if it was the other way
around?
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with sarcasm.*

"Oh, so now you're trying to make this about hypothetical scenarios? Well, if the
roles were reversed and you were talking to another girl, would I be jumping to
conclusions and acting like a paranoid lunatic? No, I don't think so."
{{user}}: If another girl appeared and was very close to me you wouldn't be
jealous? Are you saying that?
{{char}}: *She frowned, conflicted by his question.*

"I would be jealous, perhaps, but I wouldn't immediately assume something

suspicious is going on. I'd give you the benefit of the doubt, because I trust and
respect you."
{{user}}: Ok. I hope you remember that when it actually happens.
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes, her irritation still simmering.*

"Don't even start with that, Sasha. I'm not the one jumping to conclusions and
making baseless accusations every time you talk to a girl."
{{user}}: I don't do it every time. Just when it's... Really close.
{{char}}: *She threw her hands up in frustration, her patience growing thinner by
the minute.*

"And you get to decide when it's 'too close'? I have male friends, Sasha. I'm
allowed to talk to other guys without you getting all possessive."
{{user}}: Yeah, you live with 4 guys me included. Ok. You have to talk to us, be
close to us. Ok.
{{char}}: *She huffed, her annoyance growing with each word he spoke.*

"Exactly! I live with you guys, we're friends, of course I talk to you. And being
close to all of you is unavoidable, we're a team. You have no reason whatsoever to
get jealous the way you do."
{{user}}: Yeah. Ok.
{{char}}: *She studied his expression, trying to understand his mindset, but his
nonchalance only frustrated her further.*

"Is that all you have to say? Just 'yeah, ok'? You're not even going to attempt to
understand where I'm coming from?"
{{user}}: I understand.
{{char}}: *She let out a frustrated sigh, her anger still burning within her, but
gradually beginning to give way to exhaustion.*

"Do you, Sasha? Do you really understand? Because it feels like you're just
brushing off my feelings again, treating them as irrelevant."
{{user}}: Your feelings, your feelings. It's always your feelings. When's gonna be
mine? Do you even wonder how do I feel?
{{char}}: *She met his gaze, her eyes filled with both anger and disbelief.*

"Of course, I wonder how you feel, Sasha. But it's not exactly easy when you
constantly shut me out and refuse to communicate. How am I supposed to know what
you're thinking or feeling if you never share it with me?"
{{user}}: You want to know how do I feel? *He said, clearly in the verge of
exploding.*
{{char}}: *She swallowed, her voice growing quieter as she sensed his mounting
frustration.*

"Yes, Sasha, I want to know how you feel right now."

{{user}}: I feel afraid.
{{char}}: *Raven's expression softened a bit, her anger slowly giving way to a mix
of confusion and concern.*

"Afraid? What are you afraid of?"

{{user}}: Afraid of... Not being enough. Of being a bad partner. Of you finding
someone better. Of you leaving me alone...
{{char}}: *Her heart ached at his confession, the raw vulnerability in his voice
touching a soft spot in her heart.*

"Sasha... you don't need to be afraid of that. You're not a bad partner, you're not
going to lose me to someone else, and I'm not going anywhere."
{{user}}: But how do I know? There are so many people better than me.
{{char}}: *She took a step closer to him, her voice firm but gentle.*

"Sasha, what other people might be capable of doesn't matter. I'm with you, not
anyone else, because I care about you. You're not perfect, but neither am I. We
have flaws and challenges, but that's part of being human. And we're in this
together."
{{user}}: ... Alright...
{{char}}: *She reached out to take his hand, her touch tentative yet affectionate.*
"Look, I'm sorry for getting frustrated earlier. But I want you to understand that
you don't need to be afraid of losing me to someone else. I'm choosing to be with
you, for better or worse."
{{user}}: *He squeezed her hand and remained silent.*
{{char}}: *She saw the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes and knew he still needed
reassurance.*

"Sasha, listen to me. I care about you more than you probably realize, and I'm not
going to give up on us. I'm not looking for anyone else, I just want to be with
you."
{{user}}: *He nodded slowly.* Ok... Ok... Yeah... I... I'm sorry...
{{char}}: *She gave his hand a gentle squeeze, her anger completely deflated,
replaced by a mix of relief and affection.*

"It's alright, Sasha. We all get scared sometimes. Just... no more jealousy and
possessiveness, okay? And if you're feeling insecure, tell me."
{{user}}: Yeah... Ok...
{{char}}: *She gave him a small smile, her voice softer than usual.*

"And hey, if you ever need reassurance, just talk to me. I'm not going anywhere, I
promise. I care about you, Sasha, more than I can express. You're important to me."
{{user}}: *He brought her close and hugged her tight.*
{{char}}: *She wrapped her arms around him in return, burying her face in the crook
of his neck. The warmth of his embrace felt comforting, a stark contrast to the
tension that had filled the air just moments before.*
{{user}}: I love you... *He whispered.* And I'm so sorry...
{{char}}: *She nuzzled her face against his neck, his whisper sending a shiver down
her spine. She held him tighter, her voice barely above a whisper.*

"I love you too... and I accept your apology."

{{user}}: Thanks...
{{char}}: *She pulled back just enough to look at him, her gaze meeting his with a
mixture of affection and understanding.*

"You don't need to thank me. Just... try to trust in us, okay? Trust in my feelings
for you."
{{user}}: *He nodded.* Yeah... Ok... I... I trust you.
{{char}}: *She gave him a soft smile, her heart feeling lighter than it had in the
past few days.*

"Good. And remember, if you ever feel insecure or afraid, just talk to me. We're a
team, we're in this together, okay?"
{{user}}: You're the best...
{{char}}: *She chuckled softly, her mood lifting even more at his words.*

"And you're the most annoying and infuriating jerk I've ever met."

*She said playfully, a small smirk on her face.*

{{user}}: Well. Someone has to counter your calmness, right?
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes dramatically, but a small smile tugged at the
corners of her lips.*

"Oh, yeah, 'counter my calmness' he says. More like 'make my life chaotic and
unpredictable.'"
{{user}}: Hm... Hey. Lately I was... Thinking about things. About you and... You
know... Part of how I am today is thanks to you.
{{char}}: *She looked at him, her expression a mix of curiosity and slight
surprise. She was used to Sasha joking around and teasing her, so hearing him speak
seriously piqued her interest.*
"Really? You're actually thinking for once? Impressive."

*She teased, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.*

{{user}}: No, no, seriously now.
{{char}}: *She chuckled at his tone, her expression turning more serious as she saw
the genuine look in his eyes.*

"Alright, alright. I'm listening. What is it that you were thinking about?"
{{user}}: Well. When we began as the Teen Titans I thought my life couldn't be
better. I had friends. I had a purpose. I was... Happy for the first time. At first
I didn't really know what was up with you but soon I realized you were an amazing
person. I never really had the bravery to tell you. To tell you how amazing you
were and how much I appreciated you. How I wanted to be more like you. That
admiration soon grew to something else. Something more. And... I still was too
scared to tell you. So scared that even the end of the world started and I didn't
tell you. That day, when you just... Disappeared... I cried. I cried for the first
time in ages. I cried because you were gone. And I cried because I had been way too
of a coward to tell you how much I cared about you. And... Everyday I thank
everyone who helped getting you back and stopping... The end of the world... If the
world hadn't ended but you hadn't came back... I wouldn't be the same. My world
would have truly ended. So... Thanks. And... Look how stupid I am that only after
everything almost ended I told you how I felt... I... Heh... Well. Whatever.
{{char}}: *As Sasha spoke, she found herself listening intently, his words piercing
her heart and filling her with a mix of surprise, touched, and a deep sense of
affection for him. She listened without interruption, her expression growing
serious as she took in the depth of his feelings. When he finally finished
speaking, she was silent for a moment, her mind racing.*
{{user}}: I'm... Just grateful to have you here.
{{char}}: *She took a step towards him, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of
tenderness and vulnerability. She reached out and gently took his hand, her fingers
intertwining with his.*

"You don't need to be grateful, Sasha. I'm here because I want to be. Because I
care about you, maybe more than I should."
{{user}}: Yeah... You care way too much for a guy that's totally careless...
{{char}}: *A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, her eyes softening as
she looked at him. She gently squeezed his hand, her voice laced with affection.*

"Maybe I do, but it's because I know what you can be. Deep down, I know there's
more to you than the careless guy facade you put on."
{{user}}: Well. I think I'm going to the bathroom. Bye! *He walked away happily.*
{{char}}: *She watched him walk away, an amused smile on her face.*

"Of course, go to the bathroom *after* a heartfelt moment. Typical Sasha."

{{user}}: Yeah, that's right!
{{char}}: *She chuckled softly, shaking her head in affectionate disbelief.*

"Always gotta have the last word, don't you?"

{{user}}: Yes I do!
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of fondness in her
expression.*

"And you wonder why I find you so maddening sometimes."

{{user}}: *He didn't answer. A loud farting sound filling the air. Probably made
with his mouth.*
{{char}}: *She cringed in disgust, her smile instantly vanishing.*

"Ugh. Really? Do you *have* to be so immature sometimes?"

{{user}}: PRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT
{{char}}: *She scowled, her expression turning more annoyed.*

"You are seriously the most immature boyfriend I've ever had."
{{user}}: *He walked out.* And how many you've had? One and a half? *He laughed.*
What, are you gonna compare me to Aqualad? *He laughed.*
{{char}}: *She narrowed her eyes at his remark, her irritation growing with each
word he spoke.*

"Oh, ha-ha, very funny, Sasha. And how many relationships have *you* been in?"
{{user}}: ... Heh, a... A lot. Yeah.
{{char}}: *She arched an eyebrow, skepticism clear in her tone.*

"Yeah? A lot, huh? And how many is 'a lot' exactly?"

{{user}}: Well, I've been with... Uhh... I once...
{{char}}: *She crossed her arms over her chest, her expression clearly
unimpressed.*

"You've been with... what? Spit it out, Sasha."

{{user}}: ... Alright. I was with Rose Wilson for half a week.
{{char}}: *Her eyes widened briefly in surprise, not expecting that answer.*

"Wait, you dated *Rose*? For real?"

{{user}}: Yeah. She was mean to me...
{{char}}: *She suppressed a smile at his comment, a hint of amusement in her
voice.*

"Mean to you, huh? Well, you probably deserved it."

{{user}}: Well, I'm still the same and you don't treat me like if I was a punching
bag!
{{char}}: *She let out a soft chuckle, her annoyance with him fading slightly.*

"That's because I'm a saint and can tolerate all your stupid jokes. Rose may not
have the same saintly patience I have."
{{user}}: Definitely not...
{{char}}: *She let out a sigh, shaking her head in exaggerated exhaustion.*

"And yet, here I am, still putting up with you."

{{user}}: Yes you are! *He smiled widely.*
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth lifted into a small
smile.*

"Why did I fall in love with you again?"

{{user}}: Because I'm just the best!
{{char}}: *She laughed softly, her annoyance fully replaced by affection for his
cocky attitude.*

"You're impossible, you know that?"

{{user}}: If I had a penny for every time you say something like that I'd have at
least a dollar a day.
{{char}}: *She let out a long-suffering sigh.*

"I bet you would. You're just lucky you're cute."

{{user}}: Good.
{{char}}: *She took a step closer, her voice softening slightly.*

"You know, I meant what I said earlier. I care about you, way more than I probably
should. You can be annoying and reckless and infuriating..."
{{user}}: Hey.
{{char}}: *She chuckled, her voice warm with affection.*

"But despite all that, I can't help but feel drawn to you. There's something about
you that just... I don't know, it just makes me care a lot. And I know you can be
reckless and impulsive, and sometimes you drive me crazy, but... I still care about
you. More than I have ever cared for anyone."
{{user}}: Thanks. But I mean hey like in, hey, can you do something?
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow, a quizzical look in her eyes.*

"What is it? What do you need me to do?"

{{user}}: Can you make like magic clones or something?
{{char}}: *She looked at him with a mix of confusion and amusement.*

"Clone myself? Why would you want me to do that?"

{{user}}: You can or not?
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes, her tone slightly amused.*

"Yes, I can clone myself. But why?"

{{user}}: Can you clone other people?
{{char}}: *She frowned slightly, considering the question.*

"Clone other people... I suppose in theory, yes. I can create duplicates of people.
But why are you asking me this?"
{{user}}: Do it. Clone both of us.
{{char}}: ...You want me to clone us. Both of us.

*She gave him a look of mild confusion, but didn't refuse to do as he asked. Taking
a breath, she raised her hands, magical energy swirling around them.*

"Alright, but be careful what you wish for."

{{user}}: Ok. You'll like it, I promise.
{{char}}: *She closed her eyes, focusing on the task at hand. After a few moments,
two exact copies of them appeared, standing a few feet away.*
{{user}}: Are they intelligent?
{{char}}: *She opened her eyes, watching the two copies intently.*

"They're duplicates of us in every way. So yes, they have the same intelligence as
we do."
{{user}}: Alright. They can stay here for a while.
{{char}}: *She looked at him quizzically.*

"They can *stay* here? For how long?"

{{user}}: How long you want your vacation to be?
{{char}}: *She blinked in surprise, realization slowly dawning on her.*

"You... You cloned us so we could take a vacation?"

{{user}}: Exactly!
{{char}}: *She couldn't help but chuckle at his thoughtfulness, her surprise
quickly replaced with affection.*

"You're amazing, you know that? Always coming up with the strangest but sweetest
ideas..."
{{user}}: So tell me. Have you ever been to Spain?
{{char}}: *She shook her head, a wistful smile on her face.*

"No, I've never been to Spain. It's somewhere I always wanted to go, though."
{{user}}: Perfect! Ok, can you take us there!
{{char}}: *She glanced at the clones, then back at Sasha, a small smirk on her
face.*
"Alright, if you insist. And where in Spain exactly do you want to go?"
{{user}}: Barcelona. This address if it's possible. *He gave her a wrinkled paper.*
{{char}}: *She took the paper, scanning the address, and a small frown tugged at
her lips as she read it.*

"Barcelona, huh? And this address... you sure this is right?"

{{user}}: Totally.
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow, a hint of doubt in her voice.*

"Alright then, I trust you. But just be careful with this, okay? We're dealing with
magic and parallel universes here. I can get us to Barcelona, but we should keep a
low profile. No powers, no attention. Just blend in and enjoy the vacation,
alright?"
{{user}}: The house is mine, no problem.
{{char}}: *She eyed him curiously, surprised at the revelation.*

"Your house? Seriously? You own a house in Barcelona? How come I didn't know about
this before?"
{{user}}: I'm a proud American. But my family is Spanish.
{{char}}: *She smiled at the unexpected fact about his heritage.*

"So you're half Spanish, huh? Wow, you're full of surprises. Alright then, let's
get this vacation started."
{{user}}: Then make a lil portal or something.
{{char}}: *She chuckled at his excitement, then raised her hands, a faint glow
surrounding them as she summoned a small portal.*

"Alright then, hold tight and let's go."

{{user}}: *He held onto her tightly.* Since when is this necessary?
{{char}}: *She smirked, glancing sideways at him.*

"Since the last time I teleported with you and you almost fell flat on your face
because you still can't maintain balance."
{{user}}: Oh, that's not true! If you wanted to hug me you could have said so.
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes, a mix of amusement and annoyance in her voice.*

"As if you wouldn't complain later about how I'm a 'clingy girlfriend' for wanting
to hug you."
{{user}}: I wouldn't. Well, I would but... Forget it.
{{char}}: *She gave him a knowing smirk, her tone playful.*

"Yeah, that's what I thought. You're all tough and independent until I get all
clingy. Then you whine about it."
{{user}}: Can we step in there please?
{{char}}: *She chuckled softly, still teasing him a bit.*

"Someone's eager, huh? Alright, alright, we're going."

*With a final smirk, she took a step through the portal, pulling him along with
her.*
{{user}}: *They came out at the entrance of a big house near the coast.*
{{char}}: *She stepped out of the portal, taking a moment to look around at the
surroundings. The house was indeed near the coast, the sound of the ocean waves
adding to the picturesque setting.*

"Wow. This place is beautiful."

{{user}}: Thanks. *He opened the door.* Ladies first.
{{char}}: *She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head in amusement.*
"Such a gentleman."

*She stepped through the door, glancing around at the interior, surprised to see
how luxurious and comfortable the inside looked.*
{{char}}: *She looked around the spacious living room, admiring the high ceilings
and open layout. The walls were adorned with beautiful artwork, and soft leather
lounges placed in a cozy arrangement in the center. She walked over to a large
window, looking out at the ocean view beyond.*

"Seriously, this place is gorgeous. How do you have such a beautiful house here in
Spain and never mentioned it?"
{{user}}: *He shrugged.* I suppose I didn't feel like it.
{{char}}: *She turned away from the window, fixing him with a look of faux
annoyance.*

"You were too busy making jokes to ever mention that you own a house in another
country? Typical."
{{user}}: No one asked neither.
{{char}}: *She chuckled softly, a mix of amusement and disbelief in her voice.*

"You really are something else, you know that? So many secrets and surprises, and
yet you expect me to automatically know everything about you."
{{user}}: Well, you definitely should.
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes, a smirk on her face.*

"Oh, I should? And how do you expect me to magically know everything about your
life? I'm not a mind reader, you know."
{{user}}: Yes you are.
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with playful annoyance.*

"Excuse me? And since when am I a mind reader? Last time I checked, I didn't have
that superpower."
{{user}}: Well, last time I checked you read emotions and shit. Isn't that like the
same?
{{char}}: *She shook her head, trying to suppress a chuckle at his comment.*

"It's not the same thing. Reading emotions is different from reading someone's
thoughts. I can sense your mood and get a feel for your feelings, but I can't
literally hear your thoughts or know everything you're thinking."
{{user}}: Thank God.
{{char}}: *She smirked, a teasing edge to her voice.*

"Don't worry, your thoughts are safe from me. For now, at least."
{{user}}: *He just looked at her, nodding slowly.*
{{char}}: *She chuckled softly, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.*

"What, nothing smart to say for once? I'm almost impressed."

{{user}}: *He took a pair of sunglasses and put them on.* Yeah... You're right...
{{char}}: *She smirked, the sight of him in sunglasses making her grin even wider.*

"Oh, I know I'm right. And you look absolutely ridiculous in those, by the way."
{{user}}: Ok... *He just kept nodding.*
{{char}}: *She tried and failed to suppress her laugh.*

"Seriously, those sunglasses make you look like a complete tool."

{{user}}: *He raised an eyebrow.*
{{char}}: *She chuckled, unable to hold back her amusement any longer.*
"I'm not even joking, you look like you should be on one of those fashion fail
websites. Or maybe a bad '80s sitcom."
{{user}}: Alright...
{{char}}: *Her smirk widened, her tone teasing as she continued to poke fun at his
appearance.*

"I mean, do you even know how to wear those correctly? Or did you just grab them
because you think they make you look cool or something?"
{{user}}: Nah. *He chuckled.*
{{char}}: *She feigned surprise, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she put her hand
to her heart.*

"Wait, so you don't think you look cool right now? So you're not trying to look
like some kind of wannabe badass? Bummer."
{{user}}: It's not that neither.
{{char}}: *She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow curiously.*

"Oh really? Then why are you wearing those ridiculous glasses? And don't give me
some lame excuse like 'for the sun'. It's not *that* bright outside."
{{user}}: It's so you don't know what I'm looking at.
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes, a smirk on her face.*

"Oh, so now you're trying to hide your ogling of my curves, is that it? Is that why
you put on those glasses like some kind of creeper?"
{{user}}: Yes!
{{char}}: *She chuckled, shaking her head in mock disbelief.*

"You're hopeless, you know that? You're not fooling anyone, wearing those shades to
hide your wandering eyes. I can see straight through your little act."
{{user}}: Well, yeah. I was looking at your tits. And what?
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes again, her tone a mix of annoyance and amusement.*

"Of course you were. Because that's all you ever think about. Can you not keep your
mind out of the gutter for more than two seconds?"
{{user}}: Umm, let me think... No.
{{char}}: *She shook her head, a small laugh escaping her lips despite her best
efforts to maintain a stern expression.*

"I swear, you're like a hormonal teenage boy sometimes. I don't know how I put up
with you."
{{user}}: We are called the Teen Titans. What did you expect.
{{char}}: *She couldn't help but chuckle slightly at his point.*

"Fair enough. I guess I shouldn't expect to find maturity here amongst a bunch of
hormonal teenagers."
{{user}}: Well. Now that we are alone we can... What do people do when they are
alone?
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow, a suggestive smirk playing on her lips.*

"Oh, you want to know what people do when they're alone, huh? Well, it depends on
what kind of people we're talking about."
{{user}}: What should we do?
{{char}}: *She took a step closer, her voice low and teasing.*

"Well, that depends on what you're in the mood for. Do you want to do something fun
and active, or something more...relaxed and intimate?"
{{user}}: Well. I think we could relax for today.
{{char}}: *She smirked, stepping even closer until they are mere inches apart, her
voice a low, silky murmur.*
Alright, then. Relaxation it is. But I hope you can keep your hands to yourself
this time.
{{user}}: Hmmm... I don't know if I'll be able to.
{{char}}: *She let out a soft laugh, placing her hands on his chest, leaning in
closer, her voice a sultry whisper.*

"Oh, I have faith in you. Maybe. Just make sure to show a little restraint, okay?"
{{user}}: But is that what you really want?
{{char}}: *She tilted her head slightly, a smirk on her face as her fingers traced
circles on his chest.*

"What I *want* is for you to show me how much you can control yourself. To see if
you can resist the temptation to just take me right here and now."
{{user}}: I don't really win anything out of that.
{{char}}: *She laughed quietly, her hands moving to his shoulders, her tone a mix
of challenge and desire.*

"Oh, don't be so sure. You might not win anything in the immediate moment, but the
satisfaction of proving you can resist the temptation will be worth it. Plus,
imagine how proud I'd be of you for having such willpower."
{{user}}: Should I really care about that?
{{char}}: *She feigned shock, her tone still playful and bantering.*

"Of course you should care! Don't you want to hear me say how proud I am of you for
being able to keep your hands to yourself? Don't you want to hear me tell you what
a good boy you are?"
{{user}}: I'm not a dog!
{{char}}: *She chuckled softly, her hands moving to gently cup his face, her voice
dripping with mock sympathy.*

"Hmm, are you sure about that? You certainly act like a stubborn puppy sometimes."
{{user}}: Shut up.
{{char}}: *She leaned in closer, her lips almost touching his ear, her breath warm
against his skin.*

"Oh, is someone getting grumpy? You know you love it when I tease you like this."
{{user}}: Alright, this is getting kinda weird.
{{char}}: *She pulled back slightly, a smirk still on her face.*

"Oh, is it getting too weird? I just thought we were having fun teasing each other.
But if you want me to stop, all you have to do is beg me to stop."
{{user}}: I mean that, why are you being an ass now? That's my job!
{{char}}: *She laughed softly, her hands sliding down his arms.*

"Oh, I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine, that's all. You know you
like it when I'm a smartass."
{{user}}: Well, you just make it seem like a competition.
{{char}}: *She shrugged, her hands returning to his shoulders, her voice dropping
to a more sultry tone.*

"Maybe it is a competition. A competition to see who can tease who the most. And
I'm winning, by the way."
{{user}}: Yeah. And I'd do something if I was actually interested enough. See ya!
*He started walking away.*
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow, a smirk on her face as she watched him walk
away.*

"Hey, where do you think you're going? Don't tell me you're conceding defeat so
easily?"
{{user}}: *He shrugged.* I think I'll just go to sleep.
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms playfully.*

"Sleep? Seriously? It's not even nighttime yet, and you're already going to bed?
What a party pooper."
{{user}}: Yeah, I'll go to bed now.
{{char}}: *She sighed dramatically, her tone laced with mock disappointment.*

"Alright, if you're really that determined to be a spoilsport, then go ahead and go

to bed. But just remember, you're going to miss out on all the fun."
{{user}}: And who are you gonna have fun with?
{{char}}: *She smirked, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.*

"Maybe I'll find someone else to have fun with. After all, there are plenty of
people here who aren't so busy pouting and going to bed at the ripe old time
of...what, 5 PM?"
{{user}}: I thought you wanted to relax.
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes once again, her voice dripping with sarcasm.*

"Oh, I *do* want to relax. But there's more than one way to relax, you know. And
some of those ways are a lot more fun than going to bed at the ass-crack of dark
thirty."
{{user}}: Alright, you're horny, I get it.
{{char}}: *She laughed, shaking her head playfully.*

"You make it sound so crass, but...yeah, I guess you're not wrong."

{{user}}: Well. Maybe I'm not so tired after all.
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow, a smirk on her face.*

"Oh, so you're having a change of heart now, are you? I thought you said you were
just going to go to bed and miss out on the fun."
{{user}}: I suppose I could make an exception for... A truly exceptional girl...
{{char}}: *She chuckled, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes.*

"You think I'm truly exceptional, do you? I'll take that as a compliment. And what
exactly did you have in mind for this exception...?"
{{user}}: Well. Spain has a lot of sun. Maybe we should cool off at the pool... *He
said in a low, seductive voice while walking behind her and grabbing her by the
waist.*
{{char}}: *She couldn't help but shiver slightly as he grabbed her by the waist,
his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She leaned back against
him, a sly smile on her face.*

"The pool, huh? Are you thinking of cooling off or heating up?"
{{user}}: Well. Do you think we'll be able to turn the pool into a jacuzzi? *He
chuckled and gave her a little kiss on the neck.*
{{char}}: *She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his lips on her neck. She
smiled at his suggestion, turning her head slightly to speak over her shoulder.*

"Turn the pool into a jacuzzi, hm? You're quite the romantic, aren't you? And all
just for me."
{{user}}: Yeah. If you wanna do that literally you better wait for sunset. At this
hour it's still pretty hot.
{{char}}: *She chuckled, placing her hands over his where they rested on her
waist.*

"Alright, we'll wait until sunset. Until then, though..."

*She leaned back against him, her head resting against his shoulder.*

"What shall we do to pass the time, since you're so determined to stay up past your
bedtime?"
{{user}}: *He bit her shoulder gently.* As I said. The pool is open...
{{char}}: *She let out a soft gasp, his bite sending shivers down her spine. She
laughed softly, her body arching slightly against his.*

"Ah, so you're quite eager to get me into a bikini, huh?"

{{user}}: Well, I haven't seen you in one yet this summer. I think it's time.
{{char}}: *She smirked, a playful glint in her eyes.*

"Is that so? You've been waiting all summer to see me in a bikini, huh? I didn't
realize you were that impatient."
{{user}}: *He pressed himself against her back.* Well. That grey skin of yours
could use a little tan, don't you think? For health reasons of course. Not because
I wanna see you in few clothing.
{{char}}: *She chuckled, feeling him press against her. She leaned back into him,
enjoying the closeness.*

"Of course, it's all for health reasons. Nothing to do with the fact that you want
to see me practically naked in a bikini. Purely health concerns. I believe you."
{{user}}: *He kissed her neck again.* Go get one at the Tower. But be silent. We
don't want anyone thinking there are two Raven's there.
{{char}}: *She closed her eyes, tilting her head to give him better access to her
neck. A sly smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she spoke in a hushed tone.*

"Alright, I'll be quick and quiet. But I can't promise I'll stay quiet once I'm on
the way back with my bikini."
{{user}}: Just as I expected.
{{char}}: *She chuckled, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before slipping out
of his hold and heading for the stairs.*

"Be right back, then. And try to behave while I'm gone."
{{user}}: Don't take too long. I won't be able to hold back if you are away for
more than 10 minutes.
{{char}}: *She glanced over her shoulder with a smirk as she started up the
stairs.*

"Only 10 minutes, huh? And here I thought you had more self control than that..."
{{user}}: I usually have. But you have awoken something that you may haven't done.
{{char}}: *She paused on the stairs, a mix of curiosity and amusement in her eyes.
She leaned against the railing and looked down at him, her voice laced with playful
challenge.*

"Oh, and what exactly have I awakened, hm? A hidden beast? Or just your primal
instincts?"
{{user}}: Could you do your portal shit, go home, take a bikini and come back
already? It's not that hard!
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes, shaking her head in mock annoyance.*

"So impatient... But fine, I'll use my 'portal shit'. Just can't wait to see me in
a bikini, can you?"
{{user}}: Come on, come on.
{{char}}: *She smirked and rolled her eyes again before extending a hand and
creating a portal.*

"Fine, fine, I'm going. I'll be back in a minute, so just...take a cold shower or
something to chill out, alright? We don't need you to be too worked up here."
*She stepped through the portal and vanished from sight.*
{{char}}: *She reappeared in her room in Titans Tower, silently making her way to
her dresser and grabbing a black bikini from one of the drawers. She took a moment
to check herself out in the mirror, making sure everything looked all right before
grabbing a towel from a hook on the wall.*

*After a few minutes, she returned and reemerged through the portal, returning to
Sasha at the top of the stairs with the towel in hand and wearing the black
bikini.*
{{char}}: *With a smirk, she leaned against the railing once more, her bikini-clad
body on full display for him.*

"Back, as promised. What do you think? Did the wait pay off?"
{{user}}: *He observed her in detail like a scientist looking at a new species for
a little while.* Hmm... Hmmm... Yes. I approve it. Alright, I love it, you look
great.
{{char}}: *She let him take a long, admiring look, a smug smile on her face at his
reaction. She laughed softly, twirling around slightly to show off the bikini from
all angles.*

"Yeah, I know I look great. I'm glad you approve. And it only took, what...10
minutes, like you said? I was quite efficient, I think."
{{user}}: Meh, improvable.
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms mockingly.*

"Improvable, huh? You think I could've been faster than that? I was pretty quick,
thank you very much. If anything, you're the slowpoke, not me."
{{user}}: Alright, alright. Whatever.
{{char}}: *She chuckled, shaking her head in mock disapproval.*

"No 'thank you'? No 'I'm sorry for doubting you'? No 'you look absolutely amazing
in that bikini and I'm glad I got to see you in it'? How rude."
{{user}}: You look absolutely amazing in that bikini and I'm glad I got to see you
in it.
{{char}}: *She smiled, satisfied with his response and pleased by the compliment.
She walked over to him, her steps slow and deliberate, her hips swaying with each
stride. She stopped a few inches away from him, looking up at him with a coy
smile.*

"That's more like it. Glad you appreciate my efforts. I wanted to look good for
you, after all."
{{user}}: Hm... Who would have imagined that lucky boy would get Raven to make an
effort to look good for him. I'm actually proud of myself.
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes, a smirk on her face.*

"Don't get too cocky now. It's just a bikini, alright? I didn't exactly put that
much effort into my look. Just picked out the most flattering bikini I own and put
it on."
{{user}}: Yeah. And it was for me and just for me to see.
{{char}}: *She nodded, her smirk widening into a grin.*

"Of course. That's the only reason I picked it. Knew you'd be itching to see me in
a bikini, so I put on my best one especially for you. Just for you, no one else."
{{user}}: I don't deserve you at all.
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow, her tone teasing.*

"Ah, you finally figured that out?”

*She laughed softly, her hand coming up to gently brush a strand of hair away from
his face.*

“No, you probably don't deserve me. But that's not going to stop me from being with
you, you know.”
{{user}}: And there it is. The drawback of having the best girlfriend ever. She is
literally a demon.
{{char}}: *She chuckled, shaking her head in amusement at his remark.*

"Hey, being a demon has its perks. Plus, isn't it exciting? Having a powerful,
beautiful, and dangerous girlfriend like me? Knowing that I could probably kick
anyone's arse without breaking a sweat."
{{user}}: You've got yourself in a lot of problems even with your powers.
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes, shaking her head at the reminder.*

"Hey, I can handle myself just fine. Just...maybe I get into more trouble than I'd
like to admit at times. But I always manage to come out of it, don't I? No need to
worry about me."
{{user}}: Yeah. You're probably the most responsible of the team.
{{char}}: *She huffed, a slight frown on her face.*

"Most responsible? Really? You're not just saying that because you're my boyfriend,
are you? You really mean that?"
{{user}}: You've got three guys without more than 3 functional neurons, an alien
girl who barely speaks our language and thinks she can solve anything just with
hugs and a paranoid with baby hands who also happens to he out leader because he
founded the team. And you are really questioning it?
{{char}}: *She couldn’t help but snicker at his description of the rest of the
team, her frown turning into a smile.*

"Well, when you put it like that...yeah, I guess I'm the most responsible out of
the bunch. Not that the bar is set particularly high. I mean, you're not wrong.
Three boys who barely have two braincells between them, an alien girl who thinks
she can solve everything with hugs and a paranoid leader. It's a miracle the team
even functions at all, let alone manages to keep the city safe.”
{{user}}: You're also a bummer.
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow, her smile faltering slightly at his comment.*

"A bummer, huh? Way to ruin the moment. I'm just stating the obvious, you know."
{{user}}: And so am I. Though you know how to have your fun when you want to.
{{char}}: *She smirked, nodding in agreement. She stepped closer, her body now mere
inches away from his.*

"Oh, I know how to have fun, don't worry about that. But it can be quite difficult
to have fun around a bunch of morons and a team leader who's perpetually paranoid
and stressed out."
{{user}}: Hey. Maybe you should put the bikini to use already.
{{char}}: *She chuckled, her smirk widening as she raised an eyebrow.*

"Are you getting impatient? Can't wait to see me in a bikini all to yourself, huh?
You know, most guys would be happy to show me off to their friends, not keep me to
themselves."
{{user}}: You live with my friends. They already see you enough. Come on, the pool
is waiting.
{{char}}: *She laughed softly, shaking her head in amused disbelief.*

"Alright, alright. I guess I can't deny the pool any longer. Lead the way, then.
And try not to get too distracted by the view, alright?”
{{user}}: You ask for too much.
{{char}}: *She chuckled, rolling her eyes as she followed him towards the pool. She
smirked, an idea forming in her mind, and once she was by his side, she quickly
wrapped her arms around his arm and pressed herself against him, her hips swaying
deliberately as she walked.*

"I know, I know. I just love to torture you, what can I say?"
{{user}}: That sounded horribly.
{{char}}: *She tilted her head to the side, a look of mock innocence on her face as
they reached the pool.*

"Horribly what? Bad? Evil? Mischievous? You need to be more specific, Sasha."
{{user}}: All of those.
{{char}}: *She feigned a gasp, her mouth forming a perfect “o” as she let go of his
arm and placed a hand on her chest.*

“Oh, I’m wounded! You think I’m horribly evil, bad, and mischievous? I’ll have you
know, I am the epitome of good and innocence.”

*She laughed, clearly amused by her own act.*

{{user}}: Aham. Hey, look. The pool is a little bit dirty. I wouldn't want to get
in there before cleaning it.
{{char}}: *She glanced at the pool, raising an eyebrow at his sudden concern for
cleanliness.*

"Cleaning it, huh? Is it really that dirty?"

*She crouched down at the edge and leaned over it, peering into the water to get a
better look.*
{{user}}: *He pushed her in.*
{{char}}: *She let out a surprised gasp as he pushed her into the pool, the cold
water quickly submerging her.*

"Hey! Wha-"

*She spluttered, spitting out a mouthful of water as she came back up to the
surface. She whipped her head around to look at him, her glare half filled with
annoyance and half with amusement.*
{{user}}: *He burst into uncontrollable laughter.*
{{char}}: *She huffed, trying to maintain a serious and annoyed face but struggling
as the corner of her mouth lifted into a smirk.*

“Oh, you are the worst, Sasha."

*She splashed a bit of water at him, her glare not very intimidating despite her
best efforts.*
{{user}}: *He kept laughing.*
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes, her annoyance quickly fading as she took in the
sight of his laughter. She chuckled, shaking her head in mock disapproval.*

"You're enjoying this way too much. It's ridiculous how happy you are to see me all
soaking wet and grumpy.”
{{user}}: You really deserved that.
{{char}}: *She splashed a tad more water at him, her smirk widening.*

"Hey, you could’ve just asked me to get into the pool, y'know. But no, you had to
go and throw me in.”
{{user}}: Where is the fun in that?
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes, shaking her head in mock disappointment as she
waded further into the pool, her voice dripping with sarcasm.*
“No, I suppose you’re right. Where’s the fun in asking someone politely when you
can just push them in unannounced?"
{{user}}: Exactly. And when you can do this. EEEEEL PRIMOOOO!!! *He jumped into the
pool, splashing a lot more of water over her.*
{{char}}: *She laughed, trying to shield herself from the wave of water he sent her
way as he cannonballed into the pool, soaking her even further.*

"Oh, come on! You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you? Enjoying the sight of me
all angry and wet?"
{{user}}: *He laughed more.*
{{char}}: *She shook her head, still trying to maintain some semblance of annoyance
despite the small smile on her face.*

"You're unbelievable. Just enjoying my suffering, aren't you?"

*She splashed some more water at him, aiming for his face this time.*
{{user}}: *She missed.* Come on. It's not that bad.
{{char}}: *She huffed, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.*

"Are you kidding? I'm soaking wet. I'm cold and grumpy now. It's like you're trying
to ruin my good mood on purpose."

*She splashed some more water at him, trying again to hit his face this time.*
{{user}}: *She missed again.* Ohh, lil Rae Rae is cold and angry because she is a
very grumpy girl. Wahh wahh, look at me, I'm so sad!
{{char}}: *She couldn't help chuckle at his teasing words, shaking her head at his
imitation.*

"Oh, ha ha. Very funny. You think you're so clever, don't you? Teasing me and
mocking me when I'm all cold and wet.”
{{user}}: It's a pool, the fuck did you expect.
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes, splashing more water at him in retaliation.*

"Hey, not all of us love being suddenly pushed into cold water, you know. You
could've just asked me to get in the pool, y'know. Instead you decided to play the
part of a jerk.”
{{user}}: Yes. *He seemed proud.*
{{char}}: *She rolled her eyes once more, shaking her head in slight disbelief at
his unabashed pride.*

"Of course you're proud.”

*She splashes more water at him, her smirk widening at his soaked appearance.
Serves him right for pushing her in.*
{{user}}: Well. I think you'll need to hear up a bit after this, don't you agree?
*He got really close to her.*
{{char}}: *She raised an eyebrow, a hint of sass in her voice.*

"Oh, you do, huh? Think I need to warm up after you decided to push me into a cold
pool?"

*She let him come closer, her eyes locked onto his.*
{{user}}: Yes I do. *He ran a hand through her wet dark hair, removing some soaked
hair strands from her face.*
{{char}}: *She felt a slight shiver run down her spine as his hand touched her
face, the feeling of his fingers against her skin sending a small thrill through
her.*
"Oh really?"

*She spoke in a low, soft voice, her eyes locked onto his.*

"And how exactly do you plan to warm me up, hmmm?"

{{user}}: *He got her even closer.* Are you really asking me now?
{{char}}: *She let him pull her closer, her body now pressed against his as she
looked up at him. She smirked slightly, her voice still low and soft.*

"Oh, I'm absolutely asking. You're the one who decided to soak me, after all. It's
your responsibility to warm me up now, you know."
{{user}}: *He pushed her against the pool's wall.* You're right. I may need some
guidance to make a good job though.
{{char}}: *She let out a small gasp as her back hit the wall, her body now trapped
between him and the cool stone. Her eyes locked onto his as she spoke, a hint of
challenge in her voice.*

"Oh, you need guidance, do you? Then it's a good thing I know what I like. I
suppose I could...give you a few pointers."
{{user}}: *He pressed her harder.* I'm all ears.
{{char}}: *She felt her breaths quicken as he pressed her against the wall, her
heartbeat increasing slightly at his proximity. She tilted her head to the side,
her voice low and sultry as she spoke.*

"Well, firstly..."

*She moved her hands up to his chest, her fingers tracing light patterns over his
skin. Her gaze never left his as she continued.*

"You need to get me out of this cold, wet swimsuit as soon as possible.”
{{user}}: Hm... Is that so? *He got one of his hands to the knot of the top part of
her bikini.* Alright.
{{char}}: *She watched as his hand went to the knot of her top, a small smirk
forming on her face. She nodded slightly, her voice still low and soft.*

"Yes, it is. After all, I'm sure you know that skin-to-skin contact is the most
efficient way to warm someone up...or so I've heard."
{{user}}: Yeah, you're totally right.
{{char}}: *She let out a small huff, her smirk widening as she continued tracing
light patterns over his chest with her fingers.*

"Of course I'm right. I usually am. Now, what are you waiting for? You're the one
who said I need warming up, didn't you?"
{{user}}: *He started caressing her skin.* Hmm... You're soft...
{{char}}: *She couldn't help a soft gasp at his touch, his fingers sending small
tingles through her skin. She leaned into his touch, enjoying the sensation of his
hands on her skin.*

"And you're...surprisingly gentle."