Words [Teen Titans - Wally/Raven] #8
Fandom: Teen Titans
Pairings: Flash (Wally)/Raven
Title: Words
Authoress: Daybreak25
Prompt: #8 - The Phonebooth or 'Aural Sex'
Rating: High R
Notes: Well, it's more of communicator sex than phone sex, but you should get the picture. :)
She can't sleep.
She has never actually noticed her room before. All the purples and blacks and blues that seem to melt together, with shadows upon shadows that are never there during the day. The small twinkles of light that she knows are plastic stick-on stars that Starfire brought home from the mall one day and insist that she put them up. The roaring monster in the corner is her bookcase, and the sphere of darkness is her world globe. Her drapes rustle quietly with the warm air night that she wish would cease, so she could return to normal clothing. A pair of shorts and a men's undershirt that was two sizes two big is not proper sleeping material, after all.
She pushes the sheets down again with her legs in a fit of non-slumber and draws in a frustrated breath as she tries to will herself to sleep. Tomorrow's the big HIVE mission and she'll be patrolling all night while Cyborg access whatever he needs, and she won't be able to do that if she doesn't sleep.
The clock ticking next to her ear tells her that it's three in the morning, or somewhere around that, and she has just a few more hours of shut eye. The moon that casts its glow upon her room tells her that she has just a few more hours before it disappears. She tells them both that it's not her fault. She needs focus, she needs relaxation, she needs something that two hours of mediation can not do.
She needs -
ding!
- to get rid of her communicator.
For the past half hour Robin, Starfire and Cyborg have all checked in -twice each- to make sure she was sleeping. She doesn't understand why they should be worried about her - of all people. Starfire can't get to sleep unless Robin's with her, Cyborg hasn't powered down in hours, and Robin doesn't sleep, he mediates. If anything, they should be worried about staying awake long enough to blast a HIVE soldier than worry about her dozing off.
Her communicator continues to ring, and she's so frustrated that she doesn't even touch it, just flips it open with thought, and mumbles a curse and a hello.
"Rae?"
It was past three in the morning, and Wally was calling her. He was either hanging upside somewhere or needed advice. At three in the morning, she doesn't even think, much less give anything. "Raven, I know you're there."
When she doesn't respond, he sighs, "I know what time it is and I apologize for waking you up, but I really need to talk to you."
"You didn't wake me up."
"Oh, so you are alive?" He chuckles, "What'd I do to make you mad now?"
"I'm a bit frustrated, Wally - not mad," she corrected, "And calling me at past three in the morning might do."
"I just needed..." he repeats slowly, "to talk to you."
"Well, you've succeeded at that. Anything else you want to add?"
"I've been thinking a lot." he pauses, "About us."
Tension floods into her room like flowing water, quick and heavy and she doesn't know what to say. They'd never even talked about them, since last year, during Christmas, when everything had just fallen apart and there was nothing else to do but say good-bye. And she didn't want to feel awkward around Wally, but that was hard to do, considering it'd been another six months until he could return home. She hadn't looked at him, not ever since he'd started dating Linda.
"There is no us," she finally settled on, "Remember? Linda? Your girlfriend?"
It was as if she'd never spoken, "It's been awkward, I know, but God...we need to talk about it, do something."
She couldn't believe that she was even considering his words, "Like what?"
A silence stretches for so long that she's not even sure that Wally is still there until he speaks, "I...God, I was just thinking about our last night in bed. Remember? Your birthday. I wanted to do everything for you and to you and you...you just..."
"Wally."
"...you were perfect, you know that? Responded to everything I did, every touch I made, and you wouldn't stop moaning. I miss that, a lot."
All she can do is listen to him, lying on her back as Wally whispers the memory like it's forbidden. She does remember, she does - can never forget it. No one had ever wanted to so much for her on her birthday, no one had ever wanted to make sure that her every wish had been fulfilled, or made sure that she was sore and sweaty the next morning in assurance of good sex - and Wally...God...
"It's funny," he continues, "That I still even remember, that I still want it, that I wish you were here, right now, next to me...where I could just...God, where I just touch you wherever and tell you everything you want to hear..." He makes a small whine in the back of his throat and Raven hopes he's not doing what she thinks he's doing, but a small moan reaches her ears and he is and God if that doesn't bring a blush to her cheeks. She needs to stop him, but her limbs feel heavy with the ache and before she even knows what's happening, Wally' s speaking again.
"You're wearing something loose, I know. Draw it up slowly, Rae - just over your breasts. Do it."
Her hand has its own mind, because it's suddenly swimming around the hem of her undershit before pushing it up and over her breasts, against her collarbone. Her chest heaves gently with excitement and Wally's voice is husky - he's watching and she's trying not to blush, "I loved them, you know that? They were perfect, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You always loved that I played with them, and you'll never admit that, but we both know that's true."
Raven bit her lip gently, eyes closing as she drew her hand against the edge of her right breast, then palming it gently as she ran her thumb over her nipple. Pleasure shifted through her body, through her legs and settled just at very base of her stomach and the grip on her intensified as she continued press her thumb against the tiny nub, knowing that Wally was watching her every move. She heard him growl lowly in his throat, and the sound of harsh breathing met her ears as she heard him struggle with his own need, still speaking to her, "You couldn't take if if I had you twice. One hand against your breasts, the other in you, pulsating. You screamed, Raven. Everytime. And it didn't matter what it was - just as long as you could get it out so everyone could hear you."
Raven whined softly, the sound pathetic to even her own ears. "Can you remember all those times when Robin came to the door? It was kinda hard for him - he tried to look both embarrassed and angry at the same time. He almost freaked when we asked him to join us."
Well, Wally had asked him, not her, but she was so lost in whatever the hell she was doing to herself that she didn't even bother to correct him. All she could focus on were her hands, one still pleasuring her taut nipple and the other drawing sensual strokes against the skin of her waistline, which sent strikes of pleasure to the rapidly growing arousal between her legs. She could feel her wetness soaking into her panties, knowing that if Wally were here...
"We did the kinkiest of things - remember? Guess we couldn't exactly handle beds. There was Gar's birthday-"
Raven squirmed underneath her touch as she remember. Gar's room, and it was quick, fast and thrilling. There had been no signs that they'd been in his room, much less his bed.
"-all those times on patrol. Even on the roof of Wayne Enterprises. You echoed."
So did he. Raven could subconsciously feel her hand running over her panties, then slipping beneath the material to run across her wet skin, closer to her object of need. She bit her lip until she could taste blood as she uncurled a finger and pushed into herself, pulling out and repeating the action, her own taste soaking her fingers. Wally gave a tight moan, one filled with pleasure and pain and everything in between and absolutely barked out her name as if giving a demand. Raven continued on, not paying any attention, her vision darting in and out as her entire sex tightened around her fingers until it hurt.
As she quickened, her fingers continued to pluck at her nipple, scraping the hard nub until pain and pleasure mixed together into some wacky feeling, one she couldn't name or describe. Her hips bucked and pushed upward, her legs spreading to the widest point until she could fit another finger into herself and speed up, faster, God Wally, please, I'm there, say something...
She couldn't hear him anymore, not even his breaths, and she lost her stance for a moment as she listened, "Wally, please...please..."
"I'm here, Rae. Just come, do it. For me."
She did. She came hard, breaking into a million pieces, darting away from her body, bouncing against the walls and ceilings until coming together again, her heart racing and echoing in her ears, so loud. So perfect.
End
Pairings: Flash (Wally)/Raven
Title: Words
Authoress: Daybreak25
Prompt: #8 - The Phonebooth or 'Aural Sex'
Rating: High R
Notes: Well, it's more of communicator sex than phone sex, but you should get the picture. :)
She can't sleep.
She has never actually noticed her room before. All the purples and blacks and blues that seem to melt together, with shadows upon shadows that are never there during the day. The small twinkles of light that she knows are plastic stick-on stars that Starfire brought home from the mall one day and insist that she put them up. The roaring monster in the corner is her bookcase, and the sphere of darkness is her world globe. Her drapes rustle quietly with the warm air night that she wish would cease, so she could return to normal clothing. A pair of shorts and a men's undershirt that was two sizes two big is not proper sleeping material, after all.
She pushes the sheets down again with her legs in a fit of non-slumber and draws in a frustrated breath as she tries to will herself to sleep. Tomorrow's the big HIVE mission and she'll be patrolling all night while Cyborg access whatever he needs, and she won't be able to do that if she doesn't sleep.
The clock ticking next to her ear tells her that it's three in the morning, or somewhere around that, and she has just a few more hours of shut eye. The moon that casts its glow upon her room tells her that she has just a few more hours before it disappears. She tells them both that it's not her fault. She needs focus, she needs relaxation, she needs something that two hours of mediation can not do.
She needs -
ding!
- to get rid of her communicator.
For the past half hour Robin, Starfire and Cyborg have all checked in -twice each- to make sure she was sleeping. She doesn't understand why they should be worried about her - of all people. Starfire can't get to sleep unless Robin's with her, Cyborg hasn't powered down in hours, and Robin doesn't sleep, he mediates. If anything, they should be worried about staying awake long enough to blast a HIVE soldier than worry about her dozing off.
Her communicator continues to ring, and she's so frustrated that she doesn't even touch it, just flips it open with thought, and mumbles a curse and a hello.
"Rae?"
It was past three in the morning, and Wally was calling her. He was either hanging upside somewhere or needed advice. At three in the morning, she doesn't even think, much less give anything. "Raven, I know you're there."
When she doesn't respond, he sighs, "I know what time it is and I apologize for waking you up, but I really need to talk to you."
"You didn't wake me up."
"Oh, so you are alive?" He chuckles, "What'd I do to make you mad now?"
"I'm a bit frustrated, Wally - not mad," she corrected, "And calling me at past three in the morning might do."
"I just needed..." he repeats slowly, "to talk to you."
"Well, you've succeeded at that. Anything else you want to add?"
"I've been thinking a lot." he pauses, "About us."
Tension floods into her room like flowing water, quick and heavy and she doesn't know what to say. They'd never even talked about them, since last year, during Christmas, when everything had just fallen apart and there was nothing else to do but say good-bye. And she didn't want to feel awkward around Wally, but that was hard to do, considering it'd been another six months until he could return home. She hadn't looked at him, not ever since he'd started dating Linda.
"There is no us," she finally settled on, "Remember? Linda? Your girlfriend?"
It was as if she'd never spoken, "It's been awkward, I know, but God...we need to talk about it, do something."
She couldn't believe that she was even considering his words, "Like what?"
A silence stretches for so long that she's not even sure that Wally is still there until he speaks, "I...God, I was just thinking about our last night in bed. Remember? Your birthday. I wanted to do everything for you and to you and you...you just..."
"Wally."
"...you were perfect, you know that? Responded to everything I did, every touch I made, and you wouldn't stop moaning. I miss that, a lot."
All she can do is listen to him, lying on her back as Wally whispers the memory like it's forbidden. She does remember, she does - can never forget it. No one had ever wanted to so much for her on her birthday, no one had ever wanted to make sure that her every wish had been fulfilled, or made sure that she was sore and sweaty the next morning in assurance of good sex - and Wally...God...
"It's funny," he continues, "That I still even remember, that I still want it, that I wish you were here, right now, next to me...where I could just...God, where I just touch you wherever and tell you everything you want to hear..." He makes a small whine in the back of his throat and Raven hopes he's not doing what she thinks he's doing, but a small moan reaches her ears and he is and God if that doesn't bring a blush to her cheeks. She needs to stop him, but her limbs feel heavy with the ache and before she even knows what's happening, Wally' s speaking again.
"You're wearing something loose, I know. Draw it up slowly, Rae - just over your breasts. Do it."
Her hand has its own mind, because it's suddenly swimming around the hem of her undershit before pushing it up and over her breasts, against her collarbone. Her chest heaves gently with excitement and Wally's voice is husky - he's watching and she's trying not to blush, "I loved them, you know that? They were perfect, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You always loved that I played with them, and you'll never admit that, but we both know that's true."
Raven bit her lip gently, eyes closing as she drew her hand against the edge of her right breast, then palming it gently as she ran her thumb over her nipple. Pleasure shifted through her body, through her legs and settled just at very base of her stomach and the grip on her intensified as she continued press her thumb against the tiny nub, knowing that Wally was watching her every move. She heard him growl lowly in his throat, and the sound of harsh breathing met her ears as she heard him struggle with his own need, still speaking to her, "You couldn't take if if I had you twice. One hand against your breasts, the other in you, pulsating. You screamed, Raven. Everytime. And it didn't matter what it was - just as long as you could get it out so everyone could hear you."
Raven whined softly, the sound pathetic to even her own ears. "Can you remember all those times when Robin came to the door? It was kinda hard for him - he tried to look both embarrassed and angry at the same time. He almost freaked when we asked him to join us."
Well, Wally had asked him, not her, but she was so lost in whatever the hell she was doing to herself that she didn't even bother to correct him. All she could focus on were her hands, one still pleasuring her taut nipple and the other drawing sensual strokes against the skin of her waistline, which sent strikes of pleasure to the rapidly growing arousal between her legs. She could feel her wetness soaking into her panties, knowing that if Wally were here...
"We did the kinkiest of things - remember? Guess we couldn't exactly handle beds. There was Gar's birthday-"
Raven squirmed underneath her touch as she remember. Gar's room, and it was quick, fast and thrilling. There had been no signs that they'd been in his room, much less his bed.
"-all those times on patrol. Even on the roof of Wayne Enterprises. You echoed."
So did he. Raven could subconsciously feel her hand running over her panties, then slipping beneath the material to run across her wet skin, closer to her object of need. She bit her lip until she could taste blood as she uncurled a finger and pushed into herself, pulling out and repeating the action, her own taste soaking her fingers. Wally gave a tight moan, one filled with pleasure and pain and everything in between and absolutely barked out her name as if giving a demand. Raven continued on, not paying any attention, her vision darting in and out as her entire sex tightened around her fingers until it hurt.
As she quickened, her fingers continued to pluck at her nipple, scraping the hard nub until pain and pleasure mixed together into some wacky feeling, one she couldn't name or describe. Her hips bucked and pushed upward, her legs spreading to the widest point until she could fit another finger into herself and speed up, faster, God Wally, please, I'm there, say something...
She couldn't hear him anymore, not even his breaths, and she lost her stance for a moment as she listened, "Wally, please...please..."
"I'm here, Rae. Just come, do it. For me."
She did. She came hard, breaking into a million pieces, darting away from her body, bouncing against the walls and ceilings until coming together again, her heart racing and echoing in her ears, so loud. So perfect.
End