When she was a little girl, at night, she would wait for the first star to appear so that she could say her wish. Of course it was a childish ritual and yet that small pointless ritual held so much significance for the damaged girl. At night she would clasp her hands together, close her eyes, and whisper softly her wish, to be loved. It didn't matter to her would she would receive love from. So long as she was loved, it was all she ever wanted. Being loved by another would also mean she would be accepted for as she was. When she would wake up she would hop out of bed, thinking that today would be the day. Maybe someone in her pack would look at her with affection, hopefully a friendly one! It could be one of the teachers, she was awfully good in class, and maybe one of them would vouch for her. If not a teacher then why not someone from the kitchens? She always loved watching the cooks prepare the meals and tried to help out. Sometimes they'd let her try, if only so she would know how to fend for herself rather than depend on them...but truly so they wouldn't have to be around her. There were times when she thought her wish would work on her own parents. Thinking that maybe one day her Mother would wake up and see her, for who she was, and keep her Father and the rest of the pack away from her. Her wish never came true, but that didn't stop her each night. In a way, wishing on that same bright star in the sky was how Raven was able to keep alight that flicker of hope within her.

Finding her love in Tobias seemed more like a blessing than a curse. His uniqueness was an understatement and she wasn't bothered at all by what he lacked. Raven was well aware that both his sides had their pros and cons, but that didn't make her hesitant. She loved the man dearly, loved him so much that she was capable of loving both sides. She was ecstatic that he chose to be with her, when surely he would be capable of doing so much better. Raven understood that there may be things that she would never be able to experience with her mate, and yet it didn't worry her at all. All that mattered to her was that he still loved her and didn't want to abandon her. The woman hardly needed any convincing to see herself as unworthy or unattractive. After all both these beliefs, and more, were beaten into her, that there was hardly a chance those troubling thoughts could be reversed. Raven may not have any experience, outside of Tobias, of knowing how to kiss or shower another with affection, but wasn't that a good thing? After all, she was his, and his alone. Untouched. Untainted. He would be the first and the last, he alone would have that honor. Did he really want to know that another had been with her? Would he see her any differently? Would he want to think about how another touched her? Surely he didn't want to imagine how another male's lips were pressed against her pale flesh or her lips? Of course not. His ego and gender inhibited him from wanting to share or wanting to believe that she could belong to another. Raven hadn't been with another man and maybe that was a good thing. The woman believed, undoubtedly, that there was no one else out there for her. Why shouldn't she believe it? No other male dared to approach her with the intention of loving her. Tobias was the only male that wanted her in such a way, and so, Raven believed wholeheartedly that there could never be another for her.

Not only was it impossible to believe that another would wish to shower her with affection and call her his own, but that no other male could treat her as he did. She appreciated the fact that Tobias always wanted her around, for whatever reason. It didn't matter if he wanted to show off his pet toaster, scamper around in the west district alleyways, wake her up in the middle of the night for a snack, or show off in the fighting ring for her. The fact that he wanted her presence was enough for Raven to feel as if she were important. For so long she was accustomed to not being wanted or needed, mostly ignored and made to be invisible. That he would drag her around, wherever he wished to go, comforted the girl in knowing that no longer would she be cast aside. The crazy adventures he dragged her on were fun, thrilling, and appreciated...even if some of the adventures were...questionable. When they were together hardly nothing went unnoticed. The way his eyes, be they ebony or gold, would stay on her and her alone. His gaze was possessive and gentle all at once, no matter the situation. Not once did she ever witness his eyes focusing on her flaws, not once did she see a look that showed disgust or abhorrence at how she looked. Another thing she loved was how his touches were always gentle. It was obvious he had such a violate nature, his mood swings would be non-stop, and yet not once was he cruel to her. He never approached her in a threatening manner, even when he was furious. Not once did he ever lash at her or cause her any harm. His touches were always gentle, always. It was as if he was aware that she was indeed a fragile creature. He knew he was not to mistreat. Raven had no idea how his other side knew this, but he did. She knew that when he was angry or upset that she could approach him and no that he wouldn't hit her, smack her, or inflict any pain on her. Others may be wary of him when he was in his darker moods, but Raven knew she could approach him.

His response to claiming he was good at kissing was met to a soft chuckle as the woman playfully, gently, slapped his cheek. Her tongue would slip out from her mouth in a teasing manner. She would not verbally give him the satisfaction that he was indeed good at kissing. Happily she leaned into him as he kissed her again. Feeling a sudden fire within her as she explored this new technique, wanting to learn and perfect it. Even though he wanted to please her, she wanted to do everything she possibly could to please him in return. As the deepened kiss turned gentle once more she was well aware that his hands were placed upon a part of her that wasn't touched before. Thankfully though his gentle kisses from her neck down to her shoulder were enough to distract her and keep her in that haze. She held his gaze, letting him be aware verbally that she was indeed ready for the next big step within their relationship, but that she was scared. Who could blame her? She was finally allowing him, no them, what they have been wanting all along. She was giving up the last piece of herself, entrusting him to have it and no other. After this, he would have her entirely, and she was willingly giving herself to him. It was so easy for her to declare her love for him, for both of them. A wide grin appeared when she heard the sound of his smooth baritone lyrics affirm his own love for her. As he slid his hand to her own she walked with him easily, squeezing it for a moment in a nervous way, and yet she looked up at him with a trusting look. Guiding them through the fields nearby she stopped in place, as he let go of her hand, resting them both on her waist. She could feel how his hands slowly rose up to her shoulder, feeling his nimble finger gently slide the strap down, and yet the dress did not fall. Before she could even utter that there was a zipper, she felt his lips press upon her shoulder again, trailing up her neck, and then below her ear, as he easily walked behind her, in such a predatory way. She could feel his hand take the zipper and drag it down, feeling the fabric peel away and slide down. As he leaned into her, she remained still noticing how his hands slid down to rest against her waist, shivering as she felt his hands traces the back of her arm. She craned her neck to the side, allowing him room for his own chin to rest there, giggling softly as his lips and voice tickled her skin. Obediently she lifted her arms while murmuring softly.

"I always trust you."

She wasn't quite sure what he was attempting to do. He had grown silent, his chin no longer resting on her shoulder. Puzzled she was about to turn her head around to see what he was doing, until he felt his finger tug beneath the band of her bra, feeling, hearing the sound of the fabric breaking from his teeth. She let out a gasp of shock when she felt his feline teeth graze against her pale skin, and his lips brush against it, eyes widen. It didn't bother her that she felt his teeth, she had the marks on her skin to prove that she wasn't bothered at all when he bit it. Yet never before in that particular location on her body had his mouth ever been there, let alone, the fact he actually broke a piece of her clothing. Hearing his deep chuckle and false apologetic voice of making a mistake, her voice rose slightly in a surprised manner.

"Tobi! Did you really bite it off?!"

As the bra fell away from her skin, she watched her mate circle back to face her. A playful stern look was given to him for ruining her bra. Yet he wasn't looking at her in the eye. She could actually feel his eyes scanning over her form. The woman just standing there quietly. It wasn't that she felt unnerved or uncomfortable with how his eyes were roving over her, rather she noticed how his gaze held such a yearning gaze. She didn't see in his eyes a look of displeasure, for surely he noticed the different jagged scars that zig-zagged across her flesh. It seemed that there wasn't a place on her body where she did not feel pain. There was a new sense of pride that seemed to swell within her chest, to see that he could look at her in such a wanting way...made the woman feel for a little bit, knowing that she could be irresistible. This was the first step, when they had their moments together within their room. She would allow him to take her shirt off, to touch her in such a way, but never further. Yet it would seem he was looking at her again, as if he never saw her like this before. Her cheeks flushed as her eyes averted to the ground muttering softly.

"You...you are staring Tobi."

Indeed she was nervous, but still willing. As she looked at her mate she noticed a very faint glimpse of nervousness coming from him. He was a creature that held no sign of being afraid or nervous, Raven believing he was incapable of experiencing such emotions. He was brave, hardheaded, but extremely brave. As he grabbed her hand and guided it to the bottom of his dinner jacket and shirt, she titled her dial to the side in a curious manner. She held onto the jacket and shirt, taking her other hand to rest there as she stared at him. As he gently told her what she needed to do, she nodded her cheeks flushing again as she murmured gently.

"Oh...yes...um your right. There is no need to be nervous you know."

He needed to know that she noticed that look of nervousness. He needed to know that he could feel that within her presence. She would not judge. After all it was his other side that had touched her this way before, not him. Her hands would slowly slide from the bottom of his shirt to the top of his jacket, her fingers gently grabbing the thicker fabric and pulling it off him. Slowly her nimble fingers would undo each button, trailing down, one at a time, before finally siding the shirt off him. Without hesitation the young woman gently placed her hand on his chest, feeling how his heartbeat seemed to quicken and pound underneath her hand. She placed a kiss on his lips for a moment, leaning into him, unbothered that her pale flesh was pressing within his warm tanned skin. The girl pulling away momentarily, a small excited simper on her lips, as she eagerly looked up at him. Her hands would grab his as she placed them back along her waist, allowing his fingers to fall beneath the fabric that pooled around there, non-verbally giving him the cue that indeed she was still willing to go forward, that she would not be stopping him tonight.

Raven Clocksworth.