Every Time We Touch

Chapter 1: Touch

That touch. It seemed so familiar, but from where? Raven sat on her bed, thinking back to the stranger that had visited her only hours ago. Something about him seemed familiar, his warm lips against hers, smooth hands caressing her… she shook her head, getting the thoughts from her mind. She was doing it again, and it was starting to worry her friends. The Azerathian girl had been spacing out a lot lately, mainly because her mind would wander back to the stranger.


A knock on her door woke her from her thoughts. Sighing she got up slowly from her bed and toward the door. It opened automatically to reveal Robin, the short teen looking at her a bit concerned. "Raven, is something bothering you? You've seemed, out of it…"

Raven quickly shook her head, trying her best to look convincing "I'm fine Robin, really. I've just had a lot on my mind lately…"

Robin shrugged, looking convinced "Okay, but I want you to know if you have a problem, we are all here for you" he said, sounding like a robot since he had repeated this speech a million times before.

Raven nodded, her now long purple hair flying from side to side. "I know Robin, but it's nothing really" she smiled at him.

The shorter teen breathed in deeply, sighing as he let it out. "Okay, well we're going to go off to get some pizza, want to come along?" he asked, trying to get her out of her room. She hadn’t left the room, except for the exceptional times when they had crime fighting to do, for the last several weeks, and all the Titans were all worried about her. Even Starfire hadn’t been able to get any information out of the other girl, which was surprising.

Raven shook her head, wanting only to wait in her room for the stranger to return. "No its okay. I'm not hungry right now, maybe we can all go for a movie later?" Who was she kidding? The stranger had never came during the day, so why was she waiting for him? Something inside her was telling her to stay, her heart aching out for the strangers touch.

Robin nodded, looking at her a bit worried. His expression changed, now looking like he was extremely confused. "That’s fine, but why are you blushing?" he asked, his voice cracking while he was holding back laughter. Raven never blushed, she had changed since she had gotten back from Xavier's Institute for Gifted Children and gaining more control of her powers, but she still never blushed. Smiling was happening more often, hugging a bit less, and friendly conversations almost all the time, but never blushing.


Raven blinked a few times, then quickly slammed the door in Robin's face (which went something like O.O) and ran over the mirror in her bathroom. There it was; the blush. Her face was almost completely red, only now it was slowly fading as she cleared her mind. "Azerath Metrion Zinthos, Azerath Metrion Zinthos…" she chanted several times, the blush slowly disappearing. She took a deep breath in, sighing it out, than suddenly feeling guilty for the cruel behavior toward the short leader. "I'm sorry Robin…but I have to know who he is" she whispered to herself. Raven closed her eyes, thinking back to the other night. She could almost feel his hands on her waist, holding her close to his warm body. A muscular body at that, a six-pack of tanned skin…wait, it felt…too real.


She quickly opened her eyes, looking directly at the mirror. There was her reflection, once again blushing. Behind her reflection, white hair, spiked up in different angles, dark brown eyes, almost looking through her. The teenager quickly turned around, only to find the stranger gone, his grip on her waist had disappeared as well. Raven sighed, knowing that would happen. What a fool she was, he had been doing this for a week or so, but every time she tried to face him, he would disappear, except when he wanted something from her. Was she going crazy? Did her mind have the ability to create illusions like those? A small laugh escaped her lips: of course she could create illusions, she'd done it before, but that had been a reaction to her feelings, the emotion of fear causing chaos, for example. If this was like that, was she really that desperate to be loved? This time she laughed out loud, of course not. She could live life on her own…but it would be good to have someone to share it with… she growled out at herself. "No need for thoughts like that…" she said confidently to herself, her voice cracking, only causing a tinge of pink appearing on her face. Her mind knew perfectly well that was not true.


Raven quickly ran back into her room, collapsing on her bed, moving aside some of the many pillows on it to make room for her. She could have easily fallen asleep, the curtains were drawn, leaving the room completely dark. Every light had been off for the last few weeks, every since the stranger had began to come. For some reason, she knew he didn’t like the light, which only confirmed her suspicions of her knowing him from somewhere. A soft thump echoed through the room, interrupting her thoughts once again, causing the Azerathian girl to look up from her bed. Her eyes scanned every inch of the room, not seeing the slightest hint of life or movement. She got up from her bed, using her ability to see in the dark to guide her around the room.

Raven passed by her desk, her computer humming softly, the screen black. Nothing there. She continued on to her bookcases, full of books from Azerath, others on black magic that she had gotten from an enemy a few years ago, Malchior. The girl shook her head, getting rid of those memories; she really couldn’t trust anyone anymore, except maybe her close friends. Something about this stranger made her trust him, more than she had even trusted anyone before. She reached out to get the small crow plushie from the bookshelves, hugging it close to her.

"Whoa!" Raven yelled out, almost tripping over a book that lay on the floor, causing her to drop the crow with a soft thump onto the floor. Its pages were wrinkled slightly, almost as if someone had been near it… Suddenly, a pair of hands snaked their way around her waist, turning her around and bringing her close to the body that was controlling them.

"Did you miss me?" the stranger said, his voice sounding heavenly to her ears. She nodded, but her eyes held a bit of sadness, knowing this wouldn’t last long. The stranger tilted his head, his hair falling to the side as well. He looked at her with those eyes, those same dark brown eyes, captivating, she couldn’t look away, "Is something wrong, love?" he asked, his face coming close to hers. Raven felt her face go red, hoping he couldn’t see it in this darkness. She quickly shook her head "No…it's…it's nothing really…"

"Good" he said, locking his lips firmly against hers. A soft moan escaped her lips, this was real. There was no way this was an illusion. It took her only a moment to respond, having practiced this for almost a month now. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck, playing with his long white hair. Despite its appearance, the hair was soft and felt wonderful between her fingers. "That's it" the stranger said through the kiss, his tongue starting to force its way into her mouth. She quickly complied, parting her lips slightly allowing it in. She moaned a bit louder this time, loving the feeling of his warm breath in her mouth, his tongue running along hers.

Several knocks interrupted the moment, causing the stranger to quickly part from her lips and look towards the door, his body tensing. She gave a soft moan, wanting more, but knowing this session was over. Raven was about to grab the stranger, to tell him he didn’t have to hide from the other Titans, but it was too late. He had gone, not leaving a single thing in his wake except the feeling that playing lightly at Raven's heart. Raven felt something on her right ring finger, running her pointer finger along a smooth, cold surface. The teenage girl, slightly red in the face, raised her hand so it was eye level. So the stranger had left something, a single golden band on her finger, expertly carved hieroglyphics on the outside of the ring. The inside of the ring was warm, meaning this was one of the many pieces of jewelry the stranger had been wearing. Looking at her hand, her eyes caught another glimpse of gold, this time on the ground. A golden bracelet with a few blue, red and black lines across it, intricate little designs of color. She bent down to pick it up, something catching her eye once again on the inside of the bracelet. Something was carved inside it, a name possibly, but she couldn’t read hieroglyphics. 'The strangers name…it must be…" she thought to herself. The knocks continued, now faster and harder. She ignored the knocks for the moment.


Raven felt a smile coming to her face, for more reasons than one.
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