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He drove to his house, opening the car door for Raven once the arrived. Once they were inside, his lips were attached to her neck in seconds.

It wasn't rushed, but they were both eager. He pulled off her fur coat, hands roaming his body. The lights were even turned out, so Raven fumbled around the wall for the light switch. When she found it, she flipped it on.

Their lips mashed together, her hands ruffling his hair, playing the hair at the nape of his neck. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Always wanted you to fuck me against a wall," she muttered.

"What, not calling it boning, anymore?" he retorted, licking her bottom lip.

The two continued their playful banter before they finally got to work with Raven's back pressed up against a wall while he worked wonders to her.

Once they were finished, he carried her to his bedroom, letting her get adjusted and comfortable. The two often had sex, that they were comfortable with each other. Raven tended to try not to think about her feeling toward Ransom.

Usually, if Roy was planning on returning to their house late, Raven would stay with him and the two would watch a movie while eating take-out. It was always comfortable between the two of them and that scared Raven. He once admitted to her he never brought a girl to his loft because it was only sex. He was in it for a relationship. She didn't ask him any questions when he told her that and he never added onto what he said.

Tonight was different. He got cleaned up and dressed, stroked her cheek once, before saying he had some errands to run. He left with his car keys, leaving her alone in his loft. He trusted her to be alone and she felt that was worse because trust always led to something more.