AN: I do not own Teen Titans
She stared at him with wide eyes, utterly confused. She couldn't move, she could barely breathe. He was still holding her face and keeping a close distance. Had he just kissed her? Really kissed her? The way he'd spoken, the need with which he'd kissed her, it was almost as if he shared in her feelings of affection. But this wasn't possible. For though he'd kissed her so strongly she still felt nothing from him. His emotions hadn't spiked or fluctuated in any way. So if he felt nothing for her then his actions were all a lie. And that angered her. He was doing this for a reason that wasn't based off of genuine attraction. Then what was it, then? Had someone paid him to put the moves on her to help take the edge off of her? Was he simply doing it to complete some conquest to sleep with every available girl he came across? Or… was he a sociopath? Whatever his reasons they weren't right and she wasn't going to let him use her.
Her look of confusion melted into one of seething rage. She felt her powers surge and tendrils of dark energy burst from her body, smacking into him and pushing him to the adjacent wall. "How dare you touch me? You have the audacity to force yourself on me and speak to me like you care? You're trying to deceive me through actions but your emotions tell me the truth. You feel nothing for me. And I'll be damned if I let myself be made a fool again." She released him and walked towards the elevators.
"Raven wait!" he called as he pursued her.
"If you care about your body, or your soul, at all you'll stay away from me," she hissed.
"What do you mean that I feel nothing for you?" He reached her but didn't touch her, proving that he did have some concern for his person. "Are you fucking kidding me? Tonight I proposed to you, I chewed out the bartender for flirting with you, I got us champagne, I got us alone together, I fucking chased you around the hotel, and I just kissed you! Why the hell do you think I've been doing all this?"
"For some selfish purpose I'm sure," she spat. "And if you're able to treat a woman like that and not have a single emotion be out of place then you are not only dangerous but certifiable."
"What the hell are you talking about? I've been a nervous wreck all night!" he exclaimed.
She stopped and faced him, glaring straight into his emerald eyes. "You can lie to me about many things but you will never be able to lie to me about your emotions. I feel everything you feel. Even if everything means nothing."
"How can you say that I feel nothing when… oh shit!" he said and stomped the ground with an epiphany. "Shit, shit, shit! Raven, wait, please just stop for a second."
"Piss off!" she demanded.
"No, you don't understand. I can explain!"
"No! I won't be subjected to any more of your lies."
"I'm not lying so just stop for a sec and let me talk. I'm begging you!"
She growled but came to a stop, crossing her arms. "What now?"
He reached behind his ear and winced as he seemed to pluck something. He groaned with pain as it popped off of his skin and he rubbed the area. In his hand he held what looked to be a small green square bead. "Okay, now what do you feel from me?"
He hadn't even opened his mouth and she'd felt an immense difference. Emotions were pouring from his body, bombarding all of her senses so quickly and strongly she felt like she was about to fall over. Frustration, excitement, anxiety, anger, it was all seeping out of him. She felt faint and stumbled back into a wall.
"Whoa, okay! Hang on!" he said and quickly reattached the bead.
Instantly his emotions were contained and she felt nothing but her own. She did her best to catch her breath and stand back up. "What the hell just happened? What is that thing?"
"It's… well it's an emotion neutralizer," he admitted. "Vic developed it, like, a year ago. He found a frequency that masks emotions and when we wear this little chip it stops you from feeling what we're feeling. We've all got one."
"You've all been hiding your emotions from me? Why?" she asked, surprised and hurt.
"So that, you know, you don't get affected by how our feelings," he explained. "But we don't wear them all the time, just when we're really emotional. Like when we're having a bad day or we're arguing or getting laid. We all hate how our emotions can end up messing up your day because you get infected by our weird vibes."
She hadn't realized they could tell when she was being influenced by their emotions. Was she that incapable of controlling herself? She felt incredibly ashamed and embarrassed. "I'm sorry you've had to take measures in order to keep me from eavesdropping on your feelings."
"No, it's not like that!" he shook his head. "We just wanted to give you a break from us, that's all. We can all retreat to our rooms and get some time alone. But you can always feel us around. You have to meditate constantly in order to block us out. So we just thought it'd be nice if we could help you out so that you didn't have to concentrate so much on keeping us out of your head."
He seemed to be saying that they were doing it as a favor to her, or that it was their way of helping her deal with her abilities as an empath. But there was still something incredibly unsettling about the whole idea. "Why didn't you guys tell me?"
"Cuz we know how you can get. You hate it when we go out of our way to do something nice for you cuz you feel like you're making our lives harder."
"But… I would've noticed if you all had suddenly stopped emitting emotions. I haven't felt anything different."
"That's cuz we can change the settings on the chip from 1 to 10, 10 completely erasing all emotional output. So, let's say, I was over the moon happy. If I put it on the right setting you would only feel that I was mildly pleased. So most of the time we would have it on, like, 7 so that you could still feel our emotions but they'd never get too powerful. Well all but me. I kinda keep mine at 9 or 10 most of the time. You probably didn't notice cuz we haven't been around each other. At all."
That was true. The two of them were so rarely in the same room together she wouldn't notice his lack of emotions. Or rather, she made sure she left quick enough so that she couldn't feel his emotions. Because the thought of him being so happy with other women and not being around her was too painful. And, now that she thought about it, she hadn't felt a surge of emotions from any of her friends in recent memory. Everyone seemed pretty… normal. Even when Starfire had been over excited about her upcoming wedding it never got to the point where she couldn't handle her emotions.
"I'm an idiot," she said, embarrassed that she hadn't noticed.
"No! We made sure that you wouldn't catch on," he said quickly. "Vic was constantly working and fine tuning it so that you couldn't tell."
She looked at him and wasn't sure how to feel. If that device stopped her from feeling his emotions then how did he feel when he kissed her? Was it possible that he did feel something for her? She didn't want to believe that there was a shred of hope of this being true. She'd been on an emotional rollercoaster that night. But still… if there was a chance then she needed to take hold of it.
"Alright," she said and held out her hand. "Take that thing off and give it to me."
"Aw, Rave, you don't want me to do that," he warned. "You almost got knocked out a minute ago from what you felt from me."
"You do as I say right now," she ordered. He sighed and plucked the chip off once more. She could feel all of his emotions again but this time she was a little more prepared. He placed it in her hand and she pocketed it. "Now… kiss me."
"W-What?" he peeped.
She could feel his anxiety growing. It was a refreshing feeling, not to mention encouraging. "You're going to kiss me and this time I'm going to feel exactly what you feel when you do it. If you really want to. But let me warn you, if you don't feel anything for me and you come over here and kiss me I'm going to make your life a living nightmare. If I sense that you're forcing yourself or that you're only doing it to manipulate me I'll be the worst-"
His lips encapsulated hers, one hand behind her neck and the other on her waist. She was filled with passion in its absolute purity. It soaked into her soul and overwhelmed her senses. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. He was kissing her because he absolutely wanted to. Not just that he wanted to, he needed to. This was not just a kiss born out of lust. This was affection, attachment, rapture, devotion. This was love. If only she'd felt this when he'd kissed her before.
He slowly released the grasp his lips had upon her and leaned back. "So… how did I do? Did it-"
She grasped the material of his shirt, held it tightly so that he couldn't move away, and brought him right back to her. She could tell he was surprised but that didn't mean he pulled away, not at all. As she nipped at his lips he only answered with equally enjoyable nibbles. He deepened his kisses, ran his hands down her shoulders, her arms, grabbed her waist. She moved her hands down the length of his chest then his abdomen, feeling every defining feature. Her back found the wall and he lifted her a bit, leaning into her to keep her in place.
They heard someone clear their throat and both leapt apart, which caused her to drop and nearly fall to the ground. There stood a maid with her cart of cleaning supplies, smirking at their conduct. Both felt incredibly embarrassed and poor Raven accidentally knocked four paintings off of the wall with her powers.
"Uh, sorry," he cleared his throat.
"Hey, don't mind me," the maid chuckled and proceeded to push her cart down the hall. She paused for a moment when she was between them and said, "Do you two need protection or are you all set?"
"We're all set!" he all but barked while Raven blushed so deeply it hurt.
"Are you sure? If you tell me your room number I'll slip a couple rubbers under the door," said the maid, absurdly amused.
"No no, that's not necessary," he assured the woman.
"Alright, have a good night, then," she said, chuckling as she continued on her way down the hall. Once they were alone again they looked at each other, fully mortified.
"So, uh," he cleared his throat, "I'm guessing you know how I feel about you now, right?"
She pursed her lips and looked away. "It appears you have genuine feelings of lo…lo… affection for me."
"And… what about you? How do you feel about me?" he asked, scratching his head.
She felt as though she were ready to burst into flames. "Well… it wouldn't be inaccurate to say that you… well… that you mean a lot to me. More than anyone else, to be honest." She could feel how happy hearing that made him and her body felt as though it had been filled with millions of warm bubbles. All of these emotions reminded her of the chip in her pocket. She took it out and offered it back to him. "Here. I'm convinced of your feelings, now."
He put his hand over hers, moving her fingers so that she held the chip. "No, you keep it. From now on I want you to feel how I feel about you at all times, cuz I don't think you'd believe me if I told you."
She didn't want to smile, it always felt as though she were showing weakness, but she couldn't help the grin of pure delight that painted her lips. And the moment she let that smile come forth she could feel him become overwhelmingly happy. "Probably not."
He smiled and took her hand, leading her towards the elevators. "Come on, there's a cold pizza and some warm champagne calling our names."
She smiled gently. "That sounds amazing."
They made it to the elevators, which wasn't easy considering they weren't quite sure where in the hotel they were, and proceeded back up to his floor. He didn't let go of her hand the whole journey and she said nothing about it, afraid that he'd let go if she mentioned it. They made it to his room and he searched his pockets for his cardkey.
"Are we locked out?"
She rolled her eyes and flicked her finger. Her powers easily overcame the device on the door and it unlocked. "You're welcome." She went to walk through but he grabbed her shoulder and held her back. "What?"
"One second," he said and suddenly scooped her up.
"What're you doing?" she asked, startled.
"Practicing," he winked. "We are gonna get married in Vegas, right?"
She blushed but could feel that he was as nervous as she was. She quickly calmed herself and gave him a grin. "In ten years?"
"No, that was for if we were both single," he said and stepped into the room. "We're not gonna be single in ten years. We're definitely gonna be married by then."
"To whom?" she smirked.
"Oh I'll probably end up with some beautiful chick that's too good for me and you'll be with some weirdo who drives you nuts."
She chuckled. "That sounds just about right."
AN: Just a short little fluffy story to hopefully quench your BBxRae thirst. I hope you all enjoyed it. Come follow me on tumblr!