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Chapter 4 by Phataang2 Phataang2

What's next?

Raven's POV

Retreating into her room, Raven locks her door behind her. The image of Garfield's penis was burned into her mind. His hand, stroking furiously, his voice, growling in need and desire. Calling out her name... He called out... Suddenly, a mirror in her room cracks. The loud sound startles her back into the present. Looking around, she realizes that she'd been silently crying, not out of sadness, but a strange form of joy. He was saying her name...

Acting with an uncharacteristic impulse, she grabs a nearby handheld mirror and casts a spell. Suddenly, her reflection disappears, replaced by a look into Beast Boy's room. With this portable looking glass, she watches him as he paces back and forth, his lips moving. Another spell allows her to hear him as he speaks.

"... so stupid! Goddamn it, Garfield, you careless idiot! What's she going to do once the shock of seeing that wears off, huh? Probably turn me inside out. I deserve it too, jacking off to her like some kind of... of... animal! You're supposed to be her friend, and here you are imagining her wrapping her soft hands around your back, her lips pressed against yours as your tongues dance and wrestle together... The feel of her delicate, smooth skin pressing against yours as you dig you fingers into her hips, the way she'd wrap her legs around you as you bury your cock into her..." Quickly, Raven cuts the spell, the mirror once more showing her a reflection of her own face, now flushed in a mixture of embarrassment and, too her slight chagrin, arousal. The image of Beast Boy pacing in his room like a caged tiger, having thrown on a pair of sweat pants and nothing else, his lean yet defined muscles rippling in the early-afternoon sunlight coming through his window. As she tries to mentally calm herself, she subconsciously runs her tongue over her bottom lip, hissing lightly at a slight sting. Apparently she'd been biting her lip while watching him.

Placing the mirror back onto her dresser, she sits down on her bed, places a hand between her legs, the other on her breast, and with the memory of Beast Boy's penis firmly in her mind, starts to masturbate.

Is it time to talk?

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