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Date & Time: 8/28, evening
Location: Library
Characters: [Unknown site tag]

umadrobin & open!
Summary: Red X wants to find decent music. No luck.
Warnings: TBD

"Who listens to this!?" the thief hollars out, clearly irritated by what he's discovering. He's in the media section of the library, looking through their archives of music. Well... it's disappointing. Very disappointing. As in, it's mostly been censored and edited by the government.

No dirty lyrics. Nothing that can be considered 'subversive.' And a lot of the tracks have been edited to sound patriotic, if not jingoistic. A way of propaganda, obviously.

"This... isn't music!" he groans, almost exaggerating his outrage at the horrible choices of music. He's actually making quite a ruckus, given that it's a library, but the librarians clearly aren't going to try to do anything about it, except maybe call the authorities if he gets violent. Which he's strongly considering, at this point.

Dare approach?

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Well... he didn't feel ready. But he felt bad after this conversation. He reached out, and put his hand on her shoulder, gently stroking the area near hear neck. "I'm sorry, Rae. This is still kinda new to me." Not dating, of course. But actual love, and especially dating in public, even if this wasn't Jump City.

He scoots closer to her a bit. "How about I roll the mask up half-way?"

She looked up at him, briefly covering his hand with hers. "I know. This is still new to me as well." But she could tell he was trying to make efforts for her. And she really appreciated that. She smiled. "That'd be great." Her look turned mischievous. "I think I can wait until we get back to your room to see the rest."

"You've got a deal, then." And he reaches up, slowly roling the mask up to his upper lip, the scar on his chin now being visible. He then leans down, and reaches for his own straw, taking a sip of it.

"So, really, when did you start coming here? That bartender knows you."

She shrugged. "I don't know exactly. It was shortly after they all left. I think I just needed a place where I couldn't hear myself think anymore. And that did not remind me of them."

In turn, she took a sip of coke and leaned slightly against him.

"Then I started liking it. The bartender's nice. Not curious. He doesn't ask questions."

"I guess that makes sense." His arm instinctively wraps itself around her frame, his hand on the side opposite to the side that was leaning against him.

"Wow, a guy who doesn't wanna ask you questions. Too good to be true," he replies sarcastically, leaning over to kiss her temple.

It had become so easy, so natural, cuddling with him like that. When he teased her about the bartender, she snorted and lightly nudged him in the ribs.

"Tch, yeah. Too bad they don't have them work shirtless here, he'd be every girl's fantasy." And she started tracing random patterns onto his chest, like she always did when she felt relaxed. She liked that they could tease each other like this.

It really had. Raven's body fit perfectly against his own. It was as if they were made for this.

"I think you'd get sick of the liver spots after a while," he replied, relaxing a bit as he felt the tracing again. Yeah... that was one of her little habits. Honestly, he liked it, even if it seemed a bit weird at first. He responded by leaning over to kiss the top of her head, again.

She felt him relax and when he kissed her hair, she did let out a soft hum. "Probably... Although it might entirely depend on the company I would have." And she looked up at him. She couldn't see his eyes, but he would be able to see something mischievous dance in hers. "After all Robin thought I'd get sick of my new boyfriend, and you keep proving him wrong every day." Even if unfortunately he wasn't here to see it.

"Get 'sick' of me?" he replied, almost laughing. Wow, that... that wasn't quite what he pictured Robin saying. "I thought he'd be a bit more pissed off than that." He leans into Raven a bit more, closing the distance.

Well Robin had been pissed off. But Red X had no idea how deep Robin's trust and respect toward Raven ran. Even she probably didn't. Raven smirked and kissed the corner of the thief's mouth. "Maybe he was still in shock."

"Sounds like him, yeah." He smirked at hear stealing a kiss from him like that. He enjoyed spontaneous little moves like that, especially from her. Anybody whose name wasn't Grant Wilson would never believe Raven was capable of something like that. "What's gonna happen if he comes back?"

She shrugged. "What do you think? I'll tell him again." As tactfully as she could manage to make him understand and accept it. "Hopefully his reaction should be the same."

He falls silent. Well... that was obvious, wasn't it? It still seems strange, even to him, but it's a reality that they need to face eventually. But none of that mattered now. Raven was his, and nothing would take her away from him again.

"Yeah... hopefully."

She looked up at him again, her eyes searching his. And it was as if she really could see them despite the mask. She could sense how deeply he cared for her. That brought some color to her cheeks and fierceness to her eyes. Because he was hers too. She pressed her lips against his throat and whispered: "I need you. Just as I need my team." Yes, he had become just that much important to her.

As she said that, his arms slid around her waist, holding her against him. That really did mean a lot to him; pray Robin never heard her say that, though. He sighed happily as he felt her lips against his throat, his eyes half-lidded behind his mask.

She wouldn't mind if Robin heard that. It was the truth. Now that she had accepted her own feelings - which was the most difficult part as far as she was concerned - she would not deny them, even in front of her teammates. She kept kissing the thief's throat, slowly starting to nip and suck the flesh. Clearly intent on leaving a hickey on his skin. To mark him as hers.

He only smirked as he felt her begin working on his neck like that. His hand moved down to her upper thigh, gently kneading the bare flesh through her cloak. If she wanted to mark him like that, he was only too happy to let her.

His touch on her leg was all the reassurance she needed that he enjoyed what she did to him. One of her hand was wrapped around his neck as she kept nipping at the flesh. Her other hand came up to clutch his suit. When she was done, she licked the newly formed hickey and leaned her head against his shoulder. She was smiling, just a bit. "It looks well on you."

"Doesn't everything?" It was a little sore, as hickeys always are when they first form. After all, they were bruises. Leaning into her a bit more, he stays quiet for now. He just wanted to enjoy this moment.

A sarcastic reply came spontaneously to her mind, by force of the habit. But she didn't say it out loud. She just snorted softly. She was learning to be sweeter to him, at least sometimes. Besides she felt him cuddle a bit more against her and she didn't want to ruin the moment. She closed her eyes, taking in his scent. She still had the taste of his skin on the tip of her tongue.

The music had just shifted to a suggestive song, but still oddly cliche. He scoffed. "Well, I guess to them, this is edgy," he commented, his cheek leaning against the top of her head, taking in the scent of her shampoo. Raven used girly-smelling shampoo. Who knew?

His finger traced patterns on her stomach, taking in the scenery. "You still don't expect me to dance, do you?"

Raven only started to pay attention to the song lyrics when he mentioned them. And she snorted lightly. "Tch. Probably, yes." It was indeed quite cliche but she liked it quite well.

Her eyes closed as his fingers danced over her stomach. He was starting to take up the same habit as her, it seemed. But she wasn't about to complain about it. She smirked at his question. "It hasn't even crossed my mind."

"That a yes, or a no?" he asked, his finger tracing a circle over her navel. He leaned in to kiss her forehead, just below the chakra.

She had thought he was just joking or teasing her when he first asked if she wanted him to dance. So when he asked again, she quirked a quizzical eyebrow. "Is this an invitation?" Seeing Raven dance would be a first for the bartender and any of the other people used to coming to that club. She closed her eyes as he kissed her forehead. "...I don't dance."

It would be hard to overexaggerate Red X's reaction to that revelation. "You don't?" he asked. "Phew. Man. So glad to hear that! I was really not looking forward to trying to squirm out of that one."

He then relaxes back in his seat, wrapping his arm tighter around her. "Thanks, babe."

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