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This moment has been a long time coming in Raven's opinion as she rests her hands on Damian's shoulders. She and Damian have been friends for a long time now, and while things are great, Raven aches for the man in a way she never has for anyone else.
"You okay, Rae?" asks Damian softly as he holds her hips gently, fingers light over the fabric hugging her skin.
"Yeah, I'm just— Why do you think he picked us for this?" Raven's curiosity is part of why she asks, but she also needs to distract Damian.
"Because we're the best at what we do," replies Damian simply as his head ducks forward, their cheeks brushing together as her fingers intertwine behind his neck. "Redhead on my right, seems to be pick-pocketing the rich idiot while talking up the waiter so her partner with the purple Mohawk can pickpocket him."
He carefully turns them in a circle so she can get a look at them, and she catches the powder falling into the rich idiot's drink from the Mohawk's hand.
"Looks like we've got pick-pocketing and drugging," mutters Raven as she leans back enough to press their foreheads together instead. "Tell me those comms are working."
"They are. Sorry," Dick's voice comes chiming through with an apology that sounds more like hidden laughter. "Was running facial rec so I missed part of the conversation, but Jen and Gar and moving in now!"
"Those two should be able to handle it then," says Damian with a sigh before he lifts one of his hands to carefully tap her comm before gently pulling it out of her ear and pocketing it.
He then does the same to his own as she quietly asks, "What are you doing? We're not supposed to take those out until the mission is complete."
"If they don't get it handled someone else will step in. I already told Dick we'd do what we were supposed to, and then the comms would be gone. I'm not sticking around for clean-up," replies Damian as his hands slide around to her back and tug her in until their chests press tightly together, their foreheads touching as their noses brush. "Rae, tell me that you don't ache for this too."
"I— what?" Raven's surprise has her gasping even as she continues to sway despite teh uncertainties that lay around them.
"Rae, Dick didn't just pick us because we're the best at what we do," says Damian softly, amusement shining in his green eyes sweetly. "He picked us because he knew we would be able to pull off a couple better than anyone else. Rae, tell me that I'm not the only one that feels this, that aches for us."
Raven stumbles on their next sway, falling forward until their lips brush ever so gently, but then she blanks at the feel of his soft lips against her own.
She presses into it as one of his hands slides up until it's cupping her cheek, rough thumb brushing over her skin. It's a gentle kiss, and Damian pulls back after a few tilts of their heads, but it's everything.
"Rae, I need you to tell me what you said in that kiss because I have to hear the words," whispers Damian pleadingly as he rubs their noses together gently.
"I ache for this, for us, too, Dames. I've ached for us, craved us, for years. Of course I ache for this," replies Raven gently as she looks into green eyes so filled with love and adoration that she feels breathless with it. "Is that what you ache for too?"
"More than I ever knew possible," breathes Damian before both hands cup her cheeks and he leans down to kiss her sweetly, softly, but slickly, his tongue lapping at her lips until they part long enough for him to taste her before pulling away. "Beloved, you are my everything, so please be mine."
"I would love nothing more than to be yours, Habibi," murmurs Raven as she wraps a hand around his tie and tugs him in again.
They'll have to deal with their reports, and she knows Gar will be coming to get them as soon as clean-up is done. But right now, kissing Damian, one hand sliding into dark hair as his fingers indent in her hips while his thumb brushes ever so gently over her cheek, there's no place she'd rather be.