Okay, I'm really sorry, but it bugged me that I uploaded this chapter twice before, so I took it down and am just now putting it back up! As you know, I don't own Teen Titans blah blah blah...but...do you think I should just end it here? I mean, there's really no need to continue... unless you want me to, of course! In which case, if you guys could give me some ideas, I'd be eternally grateful! Well, thanks and enjoy the chapter!

It was late at night, around one o'clock, when Gar awoke from an uneasy slumber. Rubbing his eyes and sitting up, he realized immediately that he had pulled his shirt off in the middle of the night for a more comfortable sleep, his jeans not being the best pajamas in the world. He yawned and stood, walking out of his room and heading toward the kitchen to get a glass of water.

As he walked by Rachel's room, he heard something that stopped him in his tracks. Moving closer to the closed door, he pressed his ear up against it. The noise sounded like screaming mixed with sobbing. Opening the door quickly, he was greeted with the sight of Rachel screeching and crying out the word 'no' over and over again. He figured she was having a dream about her father again, and ran to her side in a flash. Shaking her gently, he listened as her screams turned into shrieks, and she struggled underneath the blanket that covered her.

He couldn't take it anymore. Whipping the blanket off of her and wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her against his body. She lay cradled in his lap, and he rocked her back and forth to calm her down. Her sobs turned into quiet whimpers as she slowly was brought out of her nightmare.

As Rachel entered consciousness, she felt two strong arms wrapped firmly around her, and heard a male voice whispering soothingly behind her words such as, "It's okay, it was only a dream," and, "Don't worry, I'm here now." She knew in an instant that it was Garfield, and pressed into him harder. She felt his warm hands start rubbing circles on her back and she nuzzled him, forgetting for a moment what had happened earlier that day. His hot breath hit her neck and she shivered; she was freezing and the heat felt good. He pulled her closer and closed his eyes, inhaling her scent. Gosh, he loved that scent – a mixture of lavender and some exotic flower he couldn't quite determine. Either way, she smelled amazing. Burying his face further into the crook of her neck, he took several sharp intakes of breath.

Rachel's whimpering ceased and she closed her eyes, enjoying his warmth. Her pajamas, consisting of a tight spaghetti strap and boy short panties, weren't very insulated. Gently nudging him back, she smiled at his shocked expression as he landed on the bed behind him. She snuggled into his chest and noticed him tense underneath her. Resting her chin on his chiseled chest and looking up into his face, she whispered, "Gar, it's okay...I just want you to lay with me until I fall asleep. After that, I permit you to leave or stay; it's your choice." He relaxed and hesitantly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up so her head was resting in the crook of his neck.

"Was—was it a dream about your father?" He asked shakily, not sure if he was pushing it. By the way her breath caught, he figured he had, and was about to apologize when she shushed him with a finger to his lips.

Sighing, she repositioned herself so she was straddling his hips. He sat up immediately with a questioning look on his face, and she gave him a look that insinuated that she was going to explain. Propping himself on his elbows, he gave her the 'I'm listening' nod and she spoke. "It was about my father...but—but it was different than most of the dreams I've had about him...this one...this one started out normal..." she shrugged and looked at him, making it clear that she didn't want to get into too much detail. "But then...well, long story short, he tied me to the bed and told me to be a 'good little girl' as he shoved you into the room....Gar," his name on her lips sounded so much better than if anyone else would have said it, "Gar, he made you hurt me...he—he told you that if you didn't do as he said, he'd kill me..." Garfield wanted to puke. She had had a dream about him hurting her. He felt like crap, knowing that he must have sparked this dream at one point or another by something he had said or done.

Rachel noticed his uneasy expression and put her hand on his cheek. "Garfield, you refused...and then," tears formed in her eyes as she recalled the dream, "And then he beat you...and—and there was nothing I could do." She stifled a sob and turned her head away, only to feel the warmth of his hand grab her chin and turn her back toward him.

"Rae, it's okay...it was just a dream...your dad is in jail. He won't hurt you or me, okay?" He whispered, though on the inside his stomach was in knots. He was causing her pain, which, in a way, meant that she cared about him. Maybe he should just ask her to be his. It wasn't like there was any harm in it. If she said no, it would hurt, but he couldn't wait any longer; his feelings for her were slowly eating him alive. He needed to do something, though, because her crying was creating a pain in his chest, making him want to cry with her. And besides, if she wanted this as badly as he did, then he'd make her feel better. Making his decision quickly, he looked up at her beautiful, deep eyes and nodded. "Um, Rachel?"

"Yeah?" she purred. For some reason, she felt like she knew what was going to happen before it did.

"Rachel, I—I know this is kind of random and pretty unimportant and I'm not sure if you're ready for this, but I can't wait any longer, so I'm just going to ask...will you...be my girlfriend?" He hesitated, then closed his eyes, waiting for her to smack him or something. But, feeling no pain on his face anywhere, he opened one eye and looked at her expression. He opened both eyes as he saw a tear stream down her face. "Oh God, Rae! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry! I'll just go, if that'll make you feel better." He sat up and began to push her off of his lap, which she was now straddling, when he felt the familiar sensation of her lips on his. He yelped in surprise and Rachel just smiled and pulled his face closer to hers.

Their lips danced together for a while until Rachel broke the kiss, gently pulling his bottom lip between her teeth before she spoke. "Gar, don't apologize. I want you so badly, no, I need you so badly, and I'd love to be your girlfriend." Her voice was breathy, and her mouth met his again in a clash of tongues. She pushed him back down on his back and sat up, smiling sexily before sliding her hands up his bare, toned chest. Her lips followed her fingers' movements until she reached his neck. Then she gently kissed and sucked every inch of skin she could find there.

Gar's mind was spinning. Had the beautiful woman on top of him just agreed to be his? No more teasing? No more wishing? Now, he could touch all he wanted, not just look. He had barely noticed Rachel at his neck until he felt her bight down, arousing a growl from deep within his throat.

Rachel smiled. "Animal." She whispered before taking the tip of his ear in her mouth and sucking slightly. She could feel his arousal digging into her thigh as she continued her ministrations with her tongue on his neck. Moving her body downward slightly, her warm wetness came in contact with his hardened masculinity. They both groaned, and Rachel repeated her movement over and over again, sending sparks of pleasure down each of their spines. Garfield pressed himself into the mattress, clutching the bedsheets in his hands so he wouldn't end up grabbing Rachel and scaring her. She had to be in control.

Looking down at her gorgeous boyfriend, Rachel couldn't help but lick her lips at his actions. His head was tilted back on the pillow under his head, and a thin sheen of sweat had settled on his luscious skin. Wanting to taste his delicious skin again, she leaned down and kissed him all the way up to his mouth. Gar couldn't do this; he had to gain dominance. Sliding his hands up to her bony hips, he guided her in her movements a little more roughly. She whipped her head up from the kiss they had just shared and moaned, arousing him more than anything. His jeans felt uncomfortably tight, but he figured he'd have to deal with it.

They were both panting now, and Rachel rested her forehead on his shoulder as she whimpered. She was so close, and by the way Gar was moving, she could tell he was almost over the edge, too. Both of their pelvic bones were crashing together, and Gar's hands ground her hips harder into him. "Oh, Gar!" she screamed and he groaned. Picking her head up and giving him a quick peck under the chin, she whispered, "Gar, bight me."

He stopped his movements for a moment and looked at her surprised. "Rae, I can't do that to you. It'll hurt too much." He protested, but she shook her head.

"No, Gar. I want you to leave your mark on me. Please." she begged and began to move her hips again. He moaned again and tightened his grip on her, ceasing her movements.

"Rachel, no. Maybe some other time, but I don't want to do that now. We've been together for, what, two minutes?" He sat up and spun her around, so she was sitting on his lap with her back to him. He moved her hair out of the way and kissed her gently on the shoulder. Her breath caught in her throat and he smiled against her skin. "That's enough for tonight. I'm going back to my room to give you the proper sleep you need. I'll see you tomorrow morning, okay?" All Rachel could do was nod, and her eyes fluttered closed as his hot breath came in contact with her neck. She felt him place his lips on the hickey he had left on Friday and she shuddered. Smiling again, as he knew that was a tender spot, he swiftly picked her up and cradled her in his arms for a moment. He lay her down in her bed and gently kissed her before tucking her in. "Goodnight, my sweet Rachel."

"Goodnight, Garfield." she smiled at his nickname for her as he exited her room.

Morning came quickly, and Rachel awoke to the smell of pancakes and orange juice. Opening her eyes, she came face-to-face with a plate of flapjacks and a glass of cold orange juice. Yawning and propping herself up on her elbow, the events of the previous night made their way into her still-tired mind. Where was Garfield? Looking around her room, she smiled as she saw him standing by the window, admiring the snow falling outside.

Rachel sighed at how sexy he looked and slid out of bed quietly, sneaking up behind him and slipping her hands over his bare shoulders. He jumped slightly, but he knew who it was that was standing behind him. Chuckling, he grabbed her hands and pulled her to stand in front of him, kissing the back of her head as they both stared out the window. "Aren't you cold?" He asked, referring to the tank top and panties she had on. She shrugged and turned around to kiss him properly on the lips. Gar laughed and grabbed the nearest long sleeved thing he could find, one of his hoodies, and pulled it over her head. It was a little big, seeing as she was very petite and his shoulders were broader than hers, and it came just past her upper thighs.

"Thank you." she smiled and pulled him in for another kiss.

He closed his eyes and reveled in her beauty until she pulled away. "You're very welcome. Now, it's time for you to eat. You must be famished!" He said, and in one quick movement he picked her up and brought her over to her bed. She laughed and he shuddered. Her laugh did that to him, boyfriend or not. It was raspy, yet soft, and very sexy. Placing her down on her bed, he leaned over her to get her her breakfast. As he reached past her, she licked her lips.

"Mm..." she purred, and he laughed.

"You like?" he asked cheekily and flexed his arm muscles for her. Her laugh rang out through the room as he handed her the glass of orange juice. "Drink this. You didn't get much sleep last night, and I don't want you getting sick." She smiled at his thoughtfulness and took a delicate sip of the drink.

For the next hour they sat in her room, talking and laughing, as the snow fell outside. This was another reason why Rachel loved winter in Jump City. When it snowed, the whole place looked like a winter wonderland. Plus, Jump City High School had an extra long winter break, so it gave her more time to do things she wanted to do. One of those things was spend as much time with Gar as possible.

As the clock struck ten o'clock, Garfield decided it was time to get dressed. "Well, Rae, I'm going to go put on a shirt. You should probably start thinking about getting changed, too. Not that I want you to, but I think you'd be more comfortable."

"No, Gar," Rachel whined as she pulled him back down on the bed. "Don't go. I don't want you to put a shirt on!" she said playfully and he laughed.

"Rae, you have got to be uncomfortable in just underwear and a sweatshirt. Plus, you'll probably want to take a shower or something—"

"You could take one with me..." she whispered and straddled his lap, leaving butterfly-kisses on his neck. He shook his head and told her that she needed to get into something warmer so she wouldn't catch a cold. "Gar, I love you." She purred as she met him for a sweet kiss. When he asked her why, she said, "Because...you care so much about me and we only just met three days ago."

He smiled and pecked her on the lips. "Yes, but those three days have been the best three days of my life." He kissed her cheek and continued, "My only wish as of right now is that you are happy and comfortable. You don't need to know a person for a long time to want that to happen." Pushing back her hair, he gently kissed the mark on her neck that he had given her and whispered, "Rae, I love you too. Wanna know another reason why I love you?" She nodded. "Because I've never felt this way before around any other woman."

Rachel snorted. "Yeah, and there have been tons of other women, so I guess that's saying something." His expression changed to shock as she climbed off of him and walked over to the window, wrapping her arms around herself. Gar could tell she was upset by the look on her face, and he quickly stood.

"Rachel, what's wrong?"

She let out a frustrated sigh but kept her gaze out the window. "Gar...I just don't know! How do I know you haven't said this to the other two hundred sluts you've had in your bed?!" She didn't raise her voice or curse, but kept it calm and monotonous.

This concerned him, and he immediately walked over to her, putting his arms around her waist and kissing her on the top of her head. "Rachel, how could you even say that? I've never told another woman that I loved her." The steadiness in his voice signified that he was telling the truth, but Rachel was still having a tough time believing it. He could tell, so he tried again. "Listen," he spun her around to face him and looked her directly in the eyes, "Do you know how I know that this is for real? It's because...whenever I see you, it makes my stomach flip. Whenever I catch a whiff of your scent, I float off into oblivion. Whenever you kiss me, it makes my toes curl. And every sound that escapes out of your beautiful mouth sounds like a thousand angels singing in my ear." And then, he leaned in and kissed her deeply and passionately. She tried as hard as she could to remain angry at him, but slowly found herself wrapped around him, enjoying the taste of his lips.

When they parted, she smiled dreamily and whispered, "Gar...I—I think you're right...I think, no, I know this is real...but..." she broke off, looking down in embarrassment. "...but...why won't you sleep with me?" This question took him by surprise, and he looked down at her beautiful face as if to ask 'where did that come from?'. She sighed and said, "Garfield Mark Logan... [A/N: Yes, she knows his middle name :P]...don't give me that look! I know for a fact that you've slept with practically every senior in the school. Why not me? I mean, I am your girlfriend, after all. Do you not want me?"

Garfield sighed at the tone of her voice; she sounded hurt. "Rachel Raven Roth...I do want you...more than you'll ever know...but I don't think I'd be able to trust myself. If you've talked to, um, some of my 'friends', and don't try to deny it cause I know you have, you'd know that I can get kind of—"

"Animalistic?" she finished for him, looking up at him innocently.

He smiled. "Okay...not the word I was going for, but yes. I just...I don't wanna hurt you..."

"Garfield, you'll soon find out that I don't 'hurt' that easily." She said proudly, puffing out her chest. He chuckled and bent down to kiss her chest softly.

"But I want it to be...easy, special, gentle...not harsh..."

Rachel moved away from him and crossed her arms before purring out, "Oh, trust me Gar, when we finally make love, it will be anything but gentle. I'm known to be somewhat of a," she moved her face close to his and whispered, "demon...in bed." She smiled, kissed him, then made her way to the door. "I'm going to take a shower. Last chance to join me..." Gar shook his head and she sighed. "Alright, I'll see you later, Garfield." And with a swish of her hips, she was gone.

"Stubborn woman..." he mumbled as he set to work, cleaning the room and making the bed.

While he was finishing up, he felt two cool hands gently clasp around his eyes."Guess who?" The hands' owner purred. He smiled and turned around to see Rachel in her bath robe, dripping wet from the shower water. "There weren't any towels left...think you could help me dry off?" she asked with faux-innocence.

Garfield groaned. "You are not making this easy." he muttered as she slid the robe off her shoulders, exposing just from her chest up. She pouted when he refused to move closer to him, and he shuddered. "Rae, I'm going to be late for work."

"It's snowing, Gar." she said matter-of-factly and slid her robe down farther, showing off a little more of her chest, but no further. Gar muttered something about hospitals and Rachel cocked her head in confusion. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear that. Speak up, Gar..." Her voice was a deep hum now, and she pulled her robe back up and over her shoulders before tying it and taking a step toward Garfield, bringing them nose-to-nose.

"Rachel, hospitals don't close just because of a little snow." It was true. Garfield worked at a hospital. No, he wasn't a doctor. Not a nurse, either. He didn't even get paid. He worked on a strict voluntary bases; he volunteered to read books to the sick and dying children in the hospital for his senior project, and since then he hasn't wanted to stop. He loved helping people, and every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday after school he would go and help out. But today, being it was a Monday and it was also winter break, Gar volunteered to help out for extended hours.

Though she loved how caring Garfield was, Rachel really didn't want him to leave. But, figuring that he wasn't backing down (seeing how bull-headed he was), all she could do was sigh and say, "Alright. Just be careful driving. You're of no use to me dead."

"Thanks, dear." he joked and kissed her on the nose before running to his room to get changed.