#1 - 'Hello' (Flash/Raven)
Pairing/Fandom: Wally/Raven (Flash/Raven) - Teen Titans
Theme: # 1 ('Taken by the Faceless Stranger')
Title: Hello
Author: Daybreak25
Disclaimer: DC owns em and deals em.
A/N: I finally realized what day it was. I promised myself I'd start on this last week (I'm a great remember-er, aren't I?) and spaced, I guess. Which is bad, since I'm doing this for educational purposes. And by educational purposes, I mean, I want to learn to write better lemons - hell, I just want to write a lemon - so I can stop avoiding them in my fics. I really suck at em, scoot around them, ignore them, yet I can read anybody else's lemons except my own. Weird. :)
Hello
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Hands that were neither soft nor delicate found her hips, clutching possessively as he thrust into her crotch. She resisted a moan, tried to push down the rush of pleasure spreading throughout her body and focused on being quiet, so very quiet as she clutched the wall for support, nearly fumbling in the moonless night. Teeth scraped against her neck, drawing a small buck from her as the hands no longer strayed near her waist, instead choosing to slid against her ribs, not daring to pluck her breasts, the few places where the heat inside seemed to pool to.
Through her pleasure-hazed mind, Raven wondered how she'd gotten into this situation. Time had seemed to speed up and slow down and twist itself into a fucking mind game that she couldn't seem to understand. She felt herself being sucked into something devilish, and forbidden, and so...utterly...thrilling...
She supposed it was the chance of being caught, the chance of someone rounding the corner and finding her jeans at her ankles and her shirt pushed high above her breasts, to find her and her 'mystery lover' in some embrace that could scar both for life. The adrenaline enlightened her pleasure ten-fold and every touch and kiss felt fire raining down in her veins.
God, she needed this.
A flash of thought came and went in her mind; her skepticism when she found the note, the parchment demanding her presence at this night, no reason given, she just had to be there. And she ran lists of people in her mind, Robin or Beast Boy, or Cyborg even? Even Starfire? Speedy? Red X? Slade?
She wasn't any closer to finding his/her identity, though she wouldn't now even if she could.
The hands...they are drawing themselves against the curves of her breasts - finally, she bit her lip slightly as she arched into his hands, pressing herself into his grip, letting him run his thumb against her nipple, feeling the rough texture of hard-work and stress, the touch heightening her senses to the pain point, where the pleasure is left behind and she wondering how long the pain would endure until -
God, his nails...it hurts against her but God, she loved it -
She let out a whimper of pain, squirming, "You're hurting me."
"Sorry."
The touch is gone now, though her breasts throb with the lingering feel of pain, damn their sensitivity. There was a pause, her lover's touch lingering for a moment, barely there - as if he's making up his mind. He kisses her again, then pays special attention her neck and chest, placing suckling kisses against her breasts before returning to the bruised nipple, his lips wrapped around it, his tongue drawing soft flicks. Raven closed her eyes again, her breath hitching in her throat as one hand secures her and the other flicks down her stomach, runs a finger over the waistband of her panties, and she is alive with the want and need, almost wishing she could beg him.
He wouldn't listen to her though. She'd spent the first half-hour of the session begging for him, and still every touch was tantalizing slow, to the point when he'd even lost stamina. He was making it perfectly clear that he had control, and if he continued to stimulate her in this way, then damn, she didn't mind.
In fact, she encouraged it.
His hands skip the waistband all together and ran themselves against the cotton of her panties, burying themselves between her thighs, pushing them apart, tickling the insides, scraping against the skin gently.
"God," she breathed, and she wished she knew his name. This was too intimate of a part not to know, "Just..."
She's wet - she knows it, he knew it - yet he still teased, going only as far as the crotch of her panties before drawing down again and repeating his movements, and she's starting to hate him for it, for every touch not there, until he stops with her thighs, and is starting to notice the slickness of her panties, her signal to him. Raven heard a soft chuckle of surprise and he kissed her again as he slid the crotch aside, and shoved a finger into her.
She wasn't prepared for that, and she bucked against him with a choked moan, and she can't get the words out, though she wanted to. All she could do was focus on that one finger, gently slicking itself through her, pushing back her lips and oh...just vibrating...
They're vibrating.
Raven's eyes widened, and question upon question flowed through her mind as the finger increased their pace, joined by another with each thrust. Each is harder, more dominating, pushing her higher on her lust and she comes, and it's hard, and fast, and so intense that she can feel her knees giving way to him. He catches her, not at all surprised, and allows her to breathe, just holding her.
Her mouth felt dry and weird, and just not working, but she gets the name out, "Wally."
His voice doesn't sound guilty in the least, "You knew?"
"When you started vibrating." She wanted to chuckle. "Why?"
"You never took me seriously. Just got tired of it."
Not much of answer, but it was all she could take at this moment.
"And you couldn't have just told me?"
"I didn't think you'd listen. Besides, this got more of a reaction, didn't it?"
He's right. It did.
"...What do you to the girls who hate you?"
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I haven't realized it now, but I think I mixed and matched two POVs here. I'm not sure which ones though.
-DB25
Theme: # 1 ('Taken by the Faceless Stranger')
Title: Hello
Author: Daybreak25
Disclaimer: DC owns em and deals em.
A/N: I finally realized what day it was. I promised myself I'd start on this last week (I'm a great remember-er, aren't I?) and spaced, I guess. Which is bad, since I'm doing this for educational purposes. And by educational purposes, I mean, I want to learn to write better lemons - hell, I just want to write a lemon - so I can stop avoiding them in my fics. I really suck at em, scoot around them, ignore them, yet I can read anybody else's lemons except my own. Weird. :)
Hello
------
Hands that were neither soft nor delicate found her hips, clutching possessively as he thrust into her crotch. She resisted a moan, tried to push down the rush of pleasure spreading throughout her body and focused on being quiet, so very quiet as she clutched the wall for support, nearly fumbling in the moonless night. Teeth scraped against her neck, drawing a small buck from her as the hands no longer strayed near her waist, instead choosing to slid against her ribs, not daring to pluck her breasts, the few places where the heat inside seemed to pool to.
Through her pleasure-hazed mind, Raven wondered how she'd gotten into this situation. Time had seemed to speed up and slow down and twist itself into a fucking mind game that she couldn't seem to understand. She felt herself being sucked into something devilish, and forbidden, and so...utterly...thrilling...
She supposed it was the chance of being caught, the chance of someone rounding the corner and finding her jeans at her ankles and her shirt pushed high above her breasts, to find her and her 'mystery lover' in some embrace that could scar both for life. The adrenaline enlightened her pleasure ten-fold and every touch and kiss felt fire raining down in her veins.
God, she needed this.
A flash of thought came and went in her mind; her skepticism when she found the note, the parchment demanding her presence at this night, no reason given, she just had to be there. And she ran lists of people in her mind, Robin or Beast Boy, or Cyborg even? Even Starfire? Speedy? Red X? Slade?
She wasn't any closer to finding his/her identity, though she wouldn't now even if she could.
The hands...they are drawing themselves against the curves of her breasts - finally, she bit her lip slightly as she arched into his hands, pressing herself into his grip, letting him run his thumb against her nipple, feeling the rough texture of hard-work and stress, the touch heightening her senses to the pain point, where the pleasure is left behind and she wondering how long the pain would endure until -
God, his nails...it hurts against her but God, she loved it -
She let out a whimper of pain, squirming, "You're hurting me."
"Sorry."
The touch is gone now, though her breasts throb with the lingering feel of pain, damn their sensitivity. There was a pause, her lover's touch lingering for a moment, barely there - as if he's making up his mind. He kisses her again, then pays special attention her neck and chest, placing suckling kisses against her breasts before returning to the bruised nipple, his lips wrapped around it, his tongue drawing soft flicks. Raven closed her eyes again, her breath hitching in her throat as one hand secures her and the other flicks down her stomach, runs a finger over the waistband of her panties, and she is alive with the want and need, almost wishing she could beg him.
He wouldn't listen to her though. She'd spent the first half-hour of the session begging for him, and still every touch was tantalizing slow, to the point when he'd even lost stamina. He was making it perfectly clear that he had control, and if he continued to stimulate her in this way, then damn, she didn't mind.
In fact, she encouraged it.
His hands skip the waistband all together and ran themselves against the cotton of her panties, burying themselves between her thighs, pushing them apart, tickling the insides, scraping against the skin gently.
"God," she breathed, and she wished she knew his name. This was too intimate of a part not to know, "Just..."
She's wet - she knows it, he knew it - yet he still teased, going only as far as the crotch of her panties before drawing down again and repeating his movements, and she's starting to hate him for it, for every touch not there, until he stops with her thighs, and is starting to notice the slickness of her panties, her signal to him. Raven heard a soft chuckle of surprise and he kissed her again as he slid the crotch aside, and shoved a finger into her.
She wasn't prepared for that, and she bucked against him with a choked moan, and she can't get the words out, though she wanted to. All she could do was focus on that one finger, gently slicking itself through her, pushing back her lips and oh...just vibrating...
They're vibrating.
Raven's eyes widened, and question upon question flowed through her mind as the finger increased their pace, joined by another with each thrust. Each is harder, more dominating, pushing her higher on her lust and she comes, and it's hard, and fast, and so intense that she can feel her knees giving way to him. He catches her, not at all surprised, and allows her to breathe, just holding her.
Her mouth felt dry and weird, and just not working, but she gets the name out, "Wally."
His voice doesn't sound guilty in the least, "You knew?"
"When you started vibrating." She wanted to chuckle. "Why?"
"You never took me seriously. Just got tired of it."
Not much of answer, but it was all she could take at this moment.
"And you couldn't have just told me?"
"I didn't think you'd listen. Besides, this got more of a reaction, didn't it?"
He's right. It did.
"...What do you to the girls who hate you?"
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I haven't realized it now, but I think I mixed and matched two POVs here. I'm not sure which ones though.
-DB25