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She gave in completely. No longer inhibiting herself with feelings of guilt and consequences. Instead shoving those thoughts down into the furthest recesses of her mind. If she was going to go through with this then she wouldn’t be hindered by any of that. Raven wanted to be consumed by him. She wanted to feel loved and wanted by him. Even though she wasn’t sure if she could ever return the favour. It wasn’t fair and it was cruel but right now, with the way he felt between her thighs and pressed up against her chest…Raven couldn’t bring herself to care. He was overwhelming her senses. The steady build-up of tension between them over the course of this project was finally ready to burst.

She pulled him towards her into a deep, desperate kiss, the second after he pulled off his shirt, her tongue delving into his mouth, tangling with his own. Pressing into him, Raven could feel his heart beating just as hard and fast against her own revealing just how much he wanted this too. Slowly she slid her hand down the side of his torso until she reached the front of his pants. Experimentally she added a bit of pressure, releasing an involuntary moan. Raven relished in the feeling of his growing arousal. Acutely aware of her own. Clumsily she attempted to undo the belt buckle without breaking the contact of their lips, but to no avail. “Uugh,” she groaned in frustration, looking down. Since when were pants so difficult to take off anyway? Obviously it was Wick’s fault and not her own…obviously. “Take off your pants,” she instructed, needing more of him. Her own becoming increasingly constricting.

Tag: Kyle Wick

Raven’s lips almost flickered into the beginnings smile at Nina’s eagerness to join her. While she’d never admit it out loud or even to herself, she could maybe use the company. For just a little while. Before she’d inevitably drive her away. Raven’s unapologetic cold demeanour was for Nina’s own good. People who got close to her didn’t exactly have a great track record. Everything she touches or ever cares about gets destroyed, and that included people, as Gena learned the hard way. The wound still raw and painful every time she thought about it.

“Follow me soldier,” she replied, looking Nina up and down, Raven’s arms crossed over her chest. “I’ll slip us straight out.” Turning around, she lead the way to a generally secluded corner of the camp, the ideal spot for a chink in the fence’s electrified armour. A spot she’d managed to create with some parallel cabling and her awesome brain. After a couple electrical burns…but still. Worth it. For the occasional moment of peace and quiet on her own. As they reached the fence, Raven hesitated for a moment. Nobody else knew about this. How much could she really trust Nina not to rat her out? Maybe this was a bad idea. She initially set out to be alone after all…right? “First,” she paused finally deciding to trust the girl. “You tell another soul about this and I swear to god even with this bum leg I will kick your ass.” And that wasn’t an idle threat. Slowly Raven moved some foliage she’d placed to block the fence out of the way and laid a hand on it. “It’s not hot,” she sighed in relief, untying a cable holding it together and pushing her way through. “You coming?”

Tag: Nina Eaton

Raven held onto his hand for dear life. Not letting go even as they walked further inside camp. Almost like she was tethering him to the land of the living. If he was willing to go with her, then he was willing to talk to her. Or at least he would be. Eventually. She cared about him, and he knew her well enough to know she would never judge him or hold this against him. Jasper needed to know he was worth something, at least to her. He was more than a drunken idiot after all.

She smiled at his question, relieved to hear a part of her friend through all the pain. “Humans are basically machines right?” Looking him up and down feigning confidence, she continued. “How hard can it be?” Nothing in the history of humanity ever succeeded after speaking those words, but Raven couldn’t help herself. Even managing a chuckle at how bad an idea this was. She was no doctor. Hell she could barely manage stitching her clothes together, but this was the hand they’d been dealt. It was almost like some sick metaphor for Raven ending up being the one to have to talk Jasper down. While being drastically unsuited to the task…she’d just have to do. “There’s a medical kit in my workshop, we can probably use that?” She didn’t mean to phrase it as a question, but the closer they got the more her bravado started to fade. As they walked in, it was almost completely gone. “I’m sure it’ll be fine,” she said fetching the kit, unable to even convince herself let alone Jasper.

Tag: @jasper420

His words pained her. Because now she was on that list. Taking away his choice to do this. But what he failed to understand was that they did what they did because they cared about him. She had to do what was best for him even if he didn’t see that yet. Raven would make him see it. Even if it took every goddamn day for the rest of her life. However long that would last in this place.

Grabbing the gun from Jasper the moment he offered it, Raven practically lunged at him. Her arms were wrapped tight around him before her mind had fully registered what her body was doing. Raven wasn’t exactly a hugger or someone who easily showed emotion and vulnerability. But right now it was all she could do. Slowly she registered movement. Shaking? It took her a moment to realise it was her. She was sobbing into the embrace with no sign of stopping. Raven had come so close to losing yet another person she cared about. The relief overwhelmed her. “Don’t…you…ever…do that to me again,” she all but whispered between each trembling breath. The gun in a lock tight grip in her hand in case he got any ideas about taking it back.

Raven wasn’t stupid, she knew this wasn’t over. Far from it. But this was something. It was a start and she would take it. “I’m not losing you too,” she said finally letting go of the tight grip she’d had around him. “Let’s go back inside so I can patch that up,” nodding to the nasty wound on his leg, she held out a hand. In the same way he’d held out the gun. “And we can talk,” So she could reach the part of him that wanted to live. A part of him she knew was still there. “Just me and you.” Reassurance, knowing he wouldn’t want to get Monty involved in this. Maybe it would prove to be a huge mistake, but Raven knew it’s what she’d want if she were on the other side of this.

Tag: @jasper420

The moment he lowered the gun, Raven exhaled in relief. But this wasn’t over yet. They were in for the fight of their lives. Forget A.L.I.E or the grounders. Right now, Jasper was his own worst enemy. And no way was she gonna let him fight this alone. Tears prickled behind her eyes against her will at the sound of his voice. The misery in his plea…begging her to leave. Like. Hell. “I know what you’re thinking of doing.” She began, the trembling in her tone betraying her as the tears finally fell to her cheeks. “I’m not going to let you.” He would have to shoot her first.

Slowly Raven began to approach him, holding both hands out in front of her as a sign of peace. “Give me the gun Jasper.” Her face a picture of empathy. She would never fully understand exactly what he’d been through, but she had an idea. If anyone could relate to how he felt in this moment, it was Raven. It’s why he’d been the one to get her out from under A.L.I.E’s spell in the first place. They were bonded in their experiences together. She was his friend and he needed her now more than ever. Even if he couldn’t see that yet. Raven refused to fail him now. Not after everything he’d done for her. “I need you to trust me. Just for a moment.” The most important moment of his life. “That’s all. Just for a single second find as much strength as you can then fake the rest. And give me the gun.” Holding her hand out, all she needed was to buy some time to talk him out of this. But she couldn’t do that with the threat of him blowing his brains out at any moment hanging over her.

Tag: @jasper420

If she were to believe in the whole 5 stages of grief crap then Raven was definitely at anger or perhaps more accurately revenge. She’d lost too much, first her mom, Finn, and now Gena and maybe even Sinclair though with Abby and Jackson he was hopefully going to pull through. It had never been easy for her to let people in, to make friends, but that’s what Gena was to her. And dammit it wasn’t fair. Poorly hidden beneath the anger was of course the immense guilt. This was all her fault. A million ‘what ifs’ raced through her mind with no chance of stopping. It was going to drive her insane. What if Raven had gone into the president’s old office instead? What if she’d run faster? What if she’d tried a little goddamn harder? Maybe everyone in the blast could have survived.

It was revenge that was currently driving her to where she now planned to go. The intensity of the feeling even distracting her from the chronic pain radiating from her hip. To hell with peace talks. There was no peace with these people. The grounders weren’t gonna know what hit ‘em. In a satchel slung over her shoulder were grenades. A new design. If these worked they were going to get a taste of their own bitter blood filled medicine. Trying to look discreet, Raven knew exactly how to sneak out of Arkadia to test them out. As long as no one saw… "Where are you going?" Dammit. “Mind your own business Nina,” she snapped, a little too harshly and a little too quickly. Instantly regretting it. But she sure as hell wasn’t going to apologise. “Look,” she began instead. “I have a job to do, so either help me get the hell outta here or pretend you didn’t see me and leave,” she asked or rather told. A question in her calm expression thinly disguising the desperation behind it. Raven needed this. Her work now was all she had. She couldn’t bare dwelling on what happened any longer. She had to…do something.

Tag: Nina Eaton

Raven ignored his pleas for her to leave him behind. She couldn’t leave him alone like this. Not when there was even a sliver of a chance that she could save him. “Like hell am I losing you.” It just wasn’t an option. Her safety be damned. Because if death wanted to claim another person she cared about, the bastard would have to go through her first. Her expression shifted to one of fierce determination. Emerson was out here somewhere, hopefully occupied with the others. She knew they might need her help, but Sinclair was her priority now. And she had to act fast if there was any hope in saving his life.

The rag she had pressed against his wound was quickly soaking red. “You’re losing too much blood,” she said, unable to hide the tone of panic in her voice. “There’s a first aid kit just a few feet away.” A lie. It was across the room, but she didn’t need him worrying about her in his current state. “I need you to promise me something Sinclair.” Holding his face in one hand, Raven forced him to focus on her. “I need you to hold on…please.” Taking his hand in her own, she placed it on the blood soaked rag and pushed, indicating that he needed to keep pressure on it. “I’ll only take a second.” She hoped.

And with that Raven nervously checked her surroundings before making her first move. Emerson may think he could just take them down, but he hadn’t met her yet. As soon as the coast was clear, she bolted for the first aid kit, as quickly as she could with her bum leg. The thought of Sinclair’s condition fueling her forward. “Yes,” she whispered to herself once she had her hands on the kit. Holding on for dear life to the only thing that could save him. Unless he already…no. She couldn’t think like that. He had a goddamn promise to keep. Making her way back, the pain in her leg trying to cripple her, she refused to waver. Not this time. “Stay with me Sinclair. I need you.” She begged, before finally reaching him. Using her voice to keep him conscious. “Who else is gonna kick my ass into gear?” She smiled, trying to wipe away the tears still streaming down her face as she hurriedly tried to open the kit. Sinclair's life hanging in the balance.