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Jason's POV

I stretched as I awoke. Groaning in irritation, I cracked my neck and back simultaneously as I sat up. Good for nothing mattresses. I thought as I stood and looked around. Raven and I had parted ways just last night. She was all too happy to get me out of her room when the tower was finally empty. I smirked at that. Even the stoic, witchy Bird-Babe can't resist this.

I had looked in the guest rooms and decided that I didn't want to sleep in them. I instead went to the hall where the team slept and looked in each of the rooms. My nose wrinkled instinctively at the memory. Too pink, too much machinery and too smelly. The redheaded bimbo was just that, a bimbo with a love of pink. I shuddered at the very thought of sleeping in her room. Then there was Metal Man. His room was nothing but computers and machines and he didn't even have a bed, just a cord to power down. Tch, I'll sleep in there… yeah right. And don't even get me started on the little green dude's room.

Which means that I had to settle for old Tim's room. At least he knows to accessorize. Wondering what most of the mechanics and gadgets did anyway. Can't just keep to the classics like Dick and me. I thought, shaking my head. Moving to the closet, I surveyed the clothing within, my lip curling in disgust. The shirts and jeans within were in light and medium hues of blue, green, brown and red. There was not one grey or black shirt within the mix. Growling under my breath, I grabbed a dark red shirt and the darkest pair of jeans I could find. Slipping into them, I made my way to the observation center and glanced around.

Place was empty. Raven must still have been in her room either reading, sleeping or meditating. I shrugged and moved to the fridge, beginning to prepare breakfast. I decided on simple scrambled eggs and some ham, nothing like ham. The smell filled the large room and I carried a plate over to the couch, kicking my feet up and beginning to surf the channels. One thousand channels. How the hell is there nothing on TV worth watching? I wondered.

I heard footsteps coming up behind me and knew that the witch had decided to make her appearance. The doors to the OC slid open and a voice called, "Because the TV itself isn't worth watching." I grinned as I looked up to see Raven walking toward me with one big ass book under her arm.

"Whatcha readin', Birdie?" I asked, eyeing the book with feigned curiosity.

"Like you care." Raven rolled her eyes and moved to the kitchen, beginning to prepare her tea. I shrugged. She knows me well enough to know I don't give a shit. I told myself, hiding how impressed I was. I guess this wasn't going to be as bad a day as I would've thought.

Raven's POV

Look at him, Raven. Reaven snickered. He's just lying there. Underneath that shirt he's wearing are the bandages that hold that yummy luscious liquid we both crave so much.

I rolled my eyes at Reaven's imagery. She continued on, talking of how the liquid would spill between my fingers, the stickiness would soak my face and hands, the taste would satisfy my tongue, the gooiness would slide down my throat and so on. I simply ignored her, instead focusing on making my tea the way I liked it. When the kettle whistled, I poured myself a cup and sat at the table, opening the tomb to continue reading where I'd left off.

More than once I felt Jason's gaze on me and I would lift my eyes to meet his, the emotion in the blue eyes was interesting, almost as if he knew I could feel him watching me and he was doing it just to piss me off. Who am I kidding? I mentally scoffed. Knowing Jason, he probably does know and is doing it to piss me off.

I sipped my tea and he surfed channels, it was relatively silent for the rest of the day. I went about my normal routine of drink tea, meditate, read, train, read, meditate, read. I didn't bother keeping tabs on Jason, I would feel it if he left the Tower.

More than once, Reaven would make a comment about sex and blood, like, Come on, you already wanna screw him. Why not get a snack out of it? Or a Jason-centered one, like, He already wants to eat you out, get some food from him too, some of his own special nectar. It was becoming annoying and I was quickly getting tired of it.

I was finally glad when the day was over and I could retire to bed. What a fucked up day. I thought with a yawn. At least Beast Boy wasn't around with some corny jokes or Cyborg and his annoyingly loud laugh. And it was nice not to have a debriefing from Robin or see Starfire bouncing around with that awful grin on her face.

Settling down into her bed, Raven felt more than heard Jason getting ready for bed as well. Come on, Raven. Reaven cooed maliciously. You still have one chance to go into the room with him, fuck him and suck him for all he's worth.

I groaned and rolled over in my bed, letting her voice fade into the background.

The next day, I awoke with a yawn and stretched, letting my eyes adjust to the dark. Standing from my bed I moved steadily down the hall to the Observation Center and yawned again as I walked in. I went straight for the kitchen to prepare my tea.

I don't see why we couldn't have drank him by now. Reaven muttered. It's not like anyone would miss him.

I rolled my eyes and sat down at the table grabbing the newspaper that was there. I had only been sitting there for a few minutes when a delicious scent hit my nostrils. My head grew slightly fuzzy as I inhaled, deepening my breaths to get more of the aroma into me. Looking up as the door opened, I found Jason walking in. My eyes widened at the sight of his chest. His bandages were soaked with blood and needed to be changed.

"Hey Birdie." He called. I forgot my horror for a moment in exchange for annoyance at the nickname. "I've decided that I might as well not wear a shirt from now on. Old Timmy won't like it if he finds blood stains in his shirts."

I inwardly groaned at the prospect. Great. I thought. Now I'm stuck with not only changing his bandages but also seeing him shirtless for six weeks.

Yeah. Reaven snickered. Seeing those muscles rippling underneath that sinewy skin watching as the veins pumped along the broad expanse and drooling over how much blood each ab may hold.

I stifled a groan at Reaven's teasing and slowly got to work changing the soiled bandages. This is going to be a long six weeks. I told myself once more, wondering how many more times I was going to say that damned phrase before the team's vacation was over.

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