Damirae one-shots

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(AU sorry if I'm bad )

Raven walked into the meeting room, feeling a bit flustered as she reorganized the charts in the folio in front of her. She had been working up until the last moment before the meeting, and she pushed her deadline just a little too close. What in the world was she even thinking! She needed to keep her head on straight, but sometimes it was too easy to get distracted with her work. Especially when Tim brought her new data he wanted her to analyze and then things got a bit… sidetracked.

Raven bit back an embarrassing, girlish sound, and her cheeks flushed. Really, she tried to block out the taste of Tim’s kisses - coffee and just a little vanilla creamer. It was one thing to think about these things behind closed doors when no one was looking, but not when she was flying down the hallway to get to a meeting with Damian.

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But, still… the boys had been making it clearer and clearer what their intentions were with her, to the point where she could no longer ignore exactly what they wanted. Tim was taking more and more ‘breaks’ to walk across the hall to see her, Dick was working on being incredibly focused on their tasks so that he could utilize the rest of their carved out time to touch her, and Jason - the enigma - had simply taken to standing in her doorway and chat her up about books. They each had their own, subtle ways of approaching her, and it was taking Raven forever to really figure out all their little moods and ticks. A little part of her was enthralled with the new experience, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit giddy at the attention.

Her toe nudged open the door to the conference room, and she stepped inside, immediately colliding with another person. The papers in her arms practically exploded around her and fell to the floor in a shower of white. She let go of a little whine, staring around at the mess she had made, before realizing Damian was standing in front of her with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Miss Roth.”

She shrunk a bit at the sharpness of his tone and bent down to pick up her charts and papers.

“I’m sorry for being late, Sir. I was caught up with Tim working on some new data and we lost track of time.” Her words were coming out in a rushed, whispy breath, and she could feel her face darken with every syllable. “It won’t happen again. I promise. Please let me explain-”

“The French president had to push the meeting until tomorrow.”

Raven’s hand stilled over a chart, and she found herself letting go of another breath of relief. Closing her eyes, she stared down at the carpet and nodded. “Understood, Sir. I promise to be more punctual tomorrow so that I am not holding up the meeting.”

“Mm… see that you do.” With those words, he bent down and helped her collect and organize the charts she had dropped.

Raven chanced a glance at him through the fringe of her lashes, and before she could stop herself, she realized she was practically staring  at him. He was certainly the offspring of Bruce Wayne, with a stare that could break hearts and a mouth that looked both dangerous and sinful. She had never really allowed herself to be this close to him, and something about his proximity made her heart race.

Damian reached out for a sheet of paper that she had been touching, and his fingers ran over the backs of her knuckles. Her eyes widened and she fully lifted her head to see him leaning in, moving a bit closer. Heart slamming against her ribs, she looked into his hazel eyes and felt her lips part, as if in anticipation.

“Drake was looking to speak with you this morning.”

She nodded, and tried not to think about how tentative and careful his touch was. Damian was the kind of man who looked as though he could kill with ease, and yet every stroke of his fingers felt surprisingly safe. Raven licked her lips, and watched as Damian’s stare traced the movement of her tongue.

“I take it he made you late?”

She nodded again, unsure if she could hear her own thoughts over her heart.

“Mm…”

Damian seemed to be warring with himself for a moment, and his eyes grew dark as if he was pensive. A long stretch of silence slid between them, and Raven wasn’t exactly sure what he was thinking. A second passed, then two, and she had no other choice but to do something to get his attention back to the present. So, perhaps it was a bit foolish of her, but at the time it made at least a little bit of sense.

Steeling her trembling nerves, Raven leaned forward just enough to press a soft, small kiss on his lips.

Damian jerked a little in surprise, and he pulled back too quickly, falling unceremoniously onto his backside. He looked shocked, but not upset, and his face flushed brightly as he caught her sheepish stare. Oh no. What exactly did she do?

“You kissed me.”

Raven nodded.

His mouth twitched, as if he was fighting a smile, and he lifted his hand to touch his lips, still unsure what to say to her. The subtle movement nearly broke her, and Raven felt her heart tremble again. Desperate to keep herself under control, she chewed on her lower lip, avoiding his stare as she picked up the last few papers on the floor. The weight of what had happened seemed to settle over her and she couldn’t help but feel utterly mortified. Damian was her boss, and while her relationships with his brothers were… less than professional, they had made the first move. Raven had completely sidelined that whole stipulation, and kissed him first.

She could crawl in a hole and die.

Clearing her throat and attempting to keep her composure, she moved to stand up, and make her way to the door. But Damian moved first. He pushed forward in a swift movement, and without any other ceremony, pressed his lips against hers again. He tasted of spice and salt, and the flavor permeated every part of her being. Raven’s eyes shot open for a just a moment before she very slowly melted into him. The kiss was a bit deeper a bit more lingering, as if he was fully trying to taste her. Damian made a muffled noise in the back of his throat, and he slid the tip of his tongue over the curve of her lower lip. His fingers slid up her hand to the curve of her wrist, feathering over her pulse.

Raven whimpered against the touch, unsure of what exactly was happening, but knowing full-well that she liked it. Helpless against the sudden push of emotions, and she leaned into him, taking in that scent of sandalwood that permeated his skin and indulging in his flavor just a little bit more.

Slowly, he pulled back, still looking a bit embarrassed. He cleared his throat and stood up, straightening his suit and tie. A second passed and he slid back into the stoic, professional son of Bruce Wayne. “Tomorrow… be at least a little early, Miss Roth.”

Her blush darkened and she nodded, hoping she looked somewhat professional. “Yes, Sir.”