uncharted territory

Terra has her reservations about being with Raven, obviously. The tension between them has ebbed considerably since Terra first found her place on the team, but to think it’s gone completely would be deluding herself. The alliance between them is a fragile thing, and moving too fast into uncharted territory could shatter it completely. Besides that, Raven is...Raven. The last thing she needs is a lecture on not losing control while she’s in the middle of an orgasm. But Starfire has asked just this one thing of her, and those big green magic alien eyes make for an utterly irrefutable puppy dog look. Plus, the prospect of having Starfire’s divided attention instead of bearing the brunt of the full thing is honestly tempting all by itself; Terra bruises easily. So, she agrees.

Crossing the threshold into Raven’s room feels a lot like entering the lion’s den, and the feeling is only exacerbated when Starfire pins her down, pressing her hard against Raven’s lavish sheets. She only gets a moment to process it all — the thighs wrapped tight around her hips, the scarlet wave of hair brushing against her shoulders — before Starfire claims her waiting mouth. It’s soft, like it always is, and tastes faintly of that glorg stuff she likes so much. Luckily, Terra likes it, too. She loses herself for a moment, eyes fluttering and spine arched, and it takes the dip of the mattress as Raven settles beside them to pull her back to the present.

She waits for Raven to insert herself, but she doesn’t, remaining still and attentive as Starfire busies herself with removing Terra’s belt. It’s only at this moment that Terra realizes Raven has her own reservations, is just as unsure where to begin with finding this new equilibrium, and if she’s left to make the first move herself, they’ll never be able to get on with this. Terra supposes she’ll have to take it into her own hands then. “C’mon, Raven, cut loose a little. Promise I won’t tell Beast Boy if you actually smile.”

That does earn her a quirk of the lips, gone so quick she might’ve imagined it, but the results speak for themselves as Raven leans down and presses those lips against her own. Figures the top of her priority list would be shutting Terra up. Still, the kiss is something else, chaste and slow, but electric despite itself. She thinks it probably has more to do with the energy fields of their powers meeting, but still. She feels an insistent tug from below, and lifts her hips enough for Starfire to pull her shorts the rest of the way off.

“Friend Terra, are you ready to proceed?” comes the long-awaited chirp.

It almost hurts to part from Raven’s mouth, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made for the greater good. “Sure, dude,” she says, panting just a bit, and so Starfire’s saliva-slick fingers begin to make their way inside her, one at a time. Not exactly one for sitting around uselessly, Terra pulls Raven back down against her, reuniting her mouth with pale flesh, but it’s not her lips this time. Raven makes a noise, something like a groan, half-stifled, and the novelty of seeing her let go for just a moment prompts her to continue. She flicks her tongue against the hardening bud between her lips, sucking hard enough to hopefully leave a mark.

Down below, Starfire begins thrusting. Unlike Raven, Terra doesn’t bother biting back her cries, rocking her hips in rhythm with the motion of those skilled fingers. Raven moves again, not pulling away from the swirling motions of Terra’s tongue, but pressing forward, and Terra gets the idea when she and Starfire meet in the middle, melting against each other’s lips in the kind of practiced but casual way that reminds her the two of them have been together for much, much longer than just when Terra entered the picture. She’s got some catching up to do. Still, the image of them tangled together, Raven’s fingers combing through Starfire’s hair, Starfire’s free hand curled unyieldingly around Raven’s hip, it’s definitely enough to finish her off, and she comes with a shout.

“Alright,” Raven says when they finally pull apart, openly smirking now, “my turn.”