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Beast Boy relaxed on the U-shaped couch of Titan's Tower, dreamily staring out the bay widow. Bright light filtered through, and he could see a few puffy clouds making their way east. It was the kind of day that made him feel like anything was possible.

The look on his face was absolutely serene. A soft smile rested on his lips, eyes dazed, arms stretched peacefully along the back of the couch.

Raven sat a little way away from him, on the other end of the U. She was attempting to read, but there was a certain feeling floating in the air, breaking her concentration.

"Beast Boy," she snapped, trying to wake him from his little daydream. Whatever was going on in that brain of his was affecting her whole aura.

He didn't seem to hear her, wistful eyes indicating that his mind was far from the Tower.

Raven's right eye twitched. His overpoweringly distracting thoughts were clearly going to obstruct her inner peace.

With an annoyed sigh, the sorceress set her book beside her. Closing her eyes, she decided to let her own mind wander, a dangerous move for her. If she let her mind wander now, it would begin creating wildly creative ideas, or maybe even enter someone else's mind. And with Beast Boy's avid thinking in such close proximity, she would have to be careful not to lurk into his thoughts.

Eyes shut, she allowed herself to think. Imagination brought her thoughts down untraveled paths. It replayed various scenes throughout her life, it tested her emotions. Slowly, her mind brought her to Beast Boy.

Opening her right eye, she peered at her teammate. Same, relaxed look on his face; he hadn't even moved.

Swallowing nervously, Raven reclosed her eyes and expanded her mental range. Loosening the reigns on her empathetic abilities, she absorbed her green teammate's daydream.

It was like she was in the back of a movie theater, quiet and unseen.

Beast Boy and herself were present on the screen. They were sitting face to face, him on his knees and her in her standard lotus fold. The green changeling leaned in, cupping her face and kissing each of her cheeks once, before moving to her lips. He began kissing her intently, his slightly moving jaw was proof that he was working her mouth with ease. Then, he moved forward. One hand slipped from her cheek to her back, and she slipped onto her back gracefully. He crawled forward, now straddling her waist and lips never disconnecting. She heard the zipper on the back of her Titan uniform unwind in one smooth motion. Finally, Beast Boy moved onto her neck, nipping and kissing lightly. Raven's eyes were wide as she saw her own hand slip under his shirt….

Okay, that was enough.

Raven's mind rushed back to her cranium. Slowly, she rotated her head, eying him warily. No evidence that he had sensed her presence in his mind, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Now, Raven closed her eyes again, playing what she'd just witnessed on her own movie screen. Actually, replaying Beast Boy's daydream in her own mind was quite pleasing. She felt a smile tug at her lips, as she added her own details and imagined kissing him back.

"Rae?"

Her eyes snapped open, a hint of panic in her deep purple eyes. Beast Boy stood in front of her, glowering suspiciously. "Yeah?" She chocked out a word.

"Why are you so red?" Her playful teammate giggled. "Are you blushing?"

Raven stood, face inches from his. A bit of fear swirl formed in his emerald eyes and the sorceress bit back a smirk.

Standing on her tip toes, Raven pressed her cool lips to his neck. Immediately, she could feel the burning sensation radiating from his skin.

"I'm not the one whose blushing."

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Beast Boy sat like a toddler on the floor, back leaned casually against the Titan's couch. It was a Friday night, and he and Rae had decided to stay in, as long as Cyborg promised to bring back pizza.

His legs were straddled lazily, Raven was situated between them with her back relaxed against his chest. Leaf green fingers intertwined with violet locks, as he finger-combed her hair, twisting and twirling with a butterfly-light touch. Raven was content as well, a soft smile played on her lips, as she continued running unfocused eyes over her favorite Azarathian story.

Her eyes were grazing over the same line for the fourth time, when a gentle, quick tap booped her nose.

"Boop!" Beast Boy's finger tapped her nose again, followed by his playful boyish giggle.

"Garfield Logan," Raven scolded breezily, facing the boy behind her.

"Boop!"

Grey skin flushed pink and she rapidly turned back towards her book. "Quit it," she hissed, only half meaning it.

"Oh, come on Rae!" A large hand ruffled through her neat middle part, messing her hair perfectly. "You've been pretending to read that book for the last half an hour," A childlike whine hung onto the end of his sentence. Raven snapped her book shut, feeling his fingers keyboard up the right side of her neck, making her head jerk to the side, and scrunch her chin to her shoulder.

So he knew.

"It doesn't matter if I'm reading or not," Raven reasoned, mentally transporting her book to the coffee table. "Don't do that."

He ruffled her hair again.

"Or that!" Spinning to face him, she grabbed his wrists and forced his hands out of her messy hair. She half feigned her quick irritation, but couldn't help but be a bit blissful. After all, she loved when he couldn't keep his hands off her, she absolutely relished in his touch. Taking a calming breath, Raven parted her hair and fought her flushed cheeks. Closing her eyes, she took a second to recompose herself.

Raven's eyes opened, the dull kunzite purple replaced with a fiery tanzanite gleam. He was still looking at her. A certain rascal curiosity and that Garfield-Logan-gleam surveyed her every move. He ought to have that handsome look copyrighted, it was so attractive.

"Don't."

His finger lightly hit her nose. "Or what?"

"Or else."

Another hair ruffle. "Or else what?"

Raven sat up straight, "Or else, I'll do this!" Eyes twinkled playfully, she ran her fingers through his forest green hair, ruffling until asymmetric pieces poked from all over his head, like an untrimmed hedge. Slender fingers slithered from his hairline, and trailed down his face, sending tingling sensations to the pit of his stomach. She leaned closer, like she was going to kiss him, focusing intently on his lips.

Garfield's eyelids dropped dreamily, lips already prepared to purse in acceptance of hers.

"Boop!" Raven tapped his nose playfully, leaving one hand rested on his jawline, thumb pressed into the hollow of his cheek.

"Rae," He whined lightheartedly, watching the sorceress grin with no intention of kissing him.

"Gotcha!"

—– (it was supposed to end there but…) —–

He leaned forward, trying to capture her lips. But the witty sorceress kept dodging him, touching the tip of his nose, ruffling his hair, and laughing that soft, sexy laugh. He got her back a couple times, but now all he really wanted was that kiss.

"This isn't fun anymore, Rae," He tried to be serious, but the grin on his lips wouldn't leave. "Pleeease," he whimpered, finally managing to place both hands on his cheeks, cupping her face gently. "C'mon, Rae-Rae," he blinked brightly as his girlfriend leaned in with soft lips.

At the last second, she tilted her chin and kissed the tip of his nose, like you would a child. The lack of lip action drew a half-irritated groan from the changeling.

"You're the one who wanted to play," Raven smirked.

That would teach him to tease with her.

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Garfield Logan nervously shifted in the classic wing chair facing Miss. Grey's menacing desk. He was to interview the solitary intellectual head of the Grey Co. At first, he was eager to meet such an inspirational woman. However, he soon realized why no one else wanted the job.

"So, Miss. Grey, uh, how was your, um, your childhood?" Her stern eyes and severe French twist made Gar's skin tingle. Miss Grey was downright scary. Two almond shaped, impatient violet eyes settled into his innocent green eyes.

"My childhood was tough, Mr. Logan. I'm no stranger to hard work." Garfield nodded, resisting the building perspiration through his white button up. "You should know, I'm a very," She paused and Garfield ceased breathing. "A very, goal oriented person." She finished.

He exhaled.

There was just something hauntingly sultry about the powerful young woman. Her colorless outfit and violet hair, along with matching eyes made her a standout beauty. The way her houndstooth A-line skirt hugged her hips made her a candidate for the Victoria's Secret campaign. Even her voice was attractive; smoky, soft, and sexy.

Scribbling something on his notepad, he hastily moved onto the next question. He opened his mouth but she cut him off. "Enough about me." She leaned closer, her black turtleneck tank top concealed his, what-would-be, perfect view.

Miss Raven Grey crossed her legs slowly and suggestively. "Mr. Logan." The tip of her black Louboutin traveled up his black pant leg. The stiletto was so painfully sharp, the young interviewer had to resist the urge to check for blood.

Although thoroughly uncomfortable, Gar had to admit, the heel that was currently running up his leg felt undeniably pleasing.

"Let's talk about you."

Garfield Logan trembled, as Miss Grey removed his emerald tie.

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He'd been thinking about her for a while now. Well, them really. No, no, not like that. (Well, maybe a little.) In reality, he would mostly imagine them kicking bad guy butt together, or her reading and him playing video games just to enjoy each other's presence. Or maybe even cooking the rest of the Titans' dinner together. Anything, really. He'd even imagined a cute couple pet name, "BB and Rae, or Raefield, or BBRae," as he liked to call it.

It had been a long day. Cinderblock had decided to break into the jail and "rescue," and more importantly, awaken, bad-guy-buddy, Plasmus. Luckily, Raven had sent out her soul-self to shut down Plasmus. Unfortunately however, the intense move had left her physical self feeling feeble, in which she'd dropped from her meditation in the sky and right into Beast Boy's strong arms. After Plasmus was out, the team was free to focus on Cinderblock. The Titans had put the two back in their place (jail) in a little under two hours, but had spent the rest of the day cleaning and restoring their battlefield, also known as downtown Jump City.

Feet dragging, the Titans finally arrived to their the great room at 9:30pm. Mind you, the battle alarm had sounded at 2:00pm that day. Tonight, dinner was to be skipped, unless you were Cyborg, who spent a measly 15 minutes creating and devouring his monster sized sub sandwich.

Beast Boy walked beside Raven in silence. Their rooms were both at the end of the hall, hers just before his.

"Well, night Rae." Beast Boy grinned routinely at the girl he longed for, eyes twinkling with desire.

She nodded back, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Thanks for catching me today," she spoke in her quiet, semi-stoic voice, although the changeling could detect a hint of sincere gratitude.

Without thinking, he turned his head, and kissed her cheek. The contact was brief, the action felt completely natural, for Beast Boy, at least. But the second he felt Raven release from their embrace, he snapped back into reality.

"S-sorry, Rae…-ven!" He stuttered, frozen with the fear of her distaste. How dare he touch her! What a stupid mistake.

Raven's pale hands rested tensely on his biceps. "Your arms are still-"

"Right, right." Beast Boy grimaced, then removed his hands from her lower back. Talk about awkward. "Sorry, I mean, I'm, I'm going." He flashed her a guilty, boyish grin and began walking away.

"Wait!"

Beast Boy turned tentatively, he wasn't sure what kind of rage would be thrown at him, but wanted to be prepared.

But when he turned, he found a half smiling Raven, who placed her hands on his shoulders, stood on her tiptoes and gave his cheek a quick peck. The shape shifter felt himself redden, eyes wide, and trying to find hers. Raven's amethyst ones just smiled. "Sweet dreams, Gar." She placed a cool hand on his jaw, before turned and disappearing into her room.

Beast Boy was stunned. Eventually the reality that Raven had shown him any affection at all, set in. A hug and a kiss all in the same night? Maybe his fantasy wasn't so far fetched.

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Two Titans lazed on the roof of their enormous T shaped home, legs dangling over the edge, fingers loosely intertwined. A heated battle with Dr. Light had left Raven in a post-demonic frenzy, and she needed her space. Naturally, Beast Boy invaded that space, although the empath didn't really mind. It had become so, that Raven felt more at ease with the changeling around, than when she was all alone.

"Hey, Rae, can I tell you something?" Beast Boy peered anxiously at his quiet girlfriend's pale face. She looked paler than usual, and her petite body trembled feebly.

Raven squeezed her eyes shut, trying to control the tremors that racked her body. Her emotions were still on high, and she really didn't want an uncalled for lash-out at the only person who cared about her most.

She turned nervously, straight into his kiss. Raven's violet irises had met his, but only for a split second before he'd tilted her chin, guiding his lips to hers. His eyes closed chronologically, as he set a sweet kiss upon her innocent lips.

Raven unfolded like a flower to the sun, slowly placing her hand upon her boyfriend's strong jaw and parting her mouth slightly. A soft, gloved hand pulled her closer, another hand caressed her messy, post battle hair. Beast Boy took his opportunity to press his mouth firmly into hers, exploring her wonderfully.

Finally the petite girl pulled back, tucking a lavender hair behind her ear with a certain, adorable shyness. "So," she giggled briefly, before shutting down Happy so the pink emoticon wouldn't get out of hand. "What did you want to tell me?"

Beast Boy giggled back, tapping her on the nose playfully. "Just that I love you." He cooed in a sing-song voice. He always knew how to calm her down, how to reign her in. The sorceress consciously loosened the reigns on Love.

Raven shook her head, hooking her arm around his neck and finding his mouth with hers. "I love you more."

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The next couple drabbles in this series will probably be a bit angsty... Please read & tell me what you think. (:

Setting: this takes place right after Birthmark, when Slade reminds Raven about her prophecy for the first time.

Deranged, afraid, absolutely broken.

That's how Robin had found his teammate after her encounter with Slade. He had tried to convince her to eat dinner with the other Titans, to make her feel safe. But Raven had chosen to go to her room, claiming to join the others later.

Dinner was halfway over with no sign of Raven. Beast Boy had volunteered to go to her room and remind her the mashed potatoes were getting cold, but when he got there, plans changed.

"Yo, Raaaaven!" He tried to sound upbeat, for her sake.

No reply. Worried, Beast Boy input the generic override code, and her door slid open. Cautiously, he stepped into the doorway and peered into the dimly lit room.

The petite empath looked like a statue. She stood in front of the mirror that hung above her black dresser. Not acknowledging to his entrance, she only continued to glare vacantly at her own reflection. A pair of silver scissors were bright and obvious in the dark room, yet Raven's hair was still long and untamed.

"Rae?" Beast Boy's concerned voice was deaf on the sorceress's ears.

"It's all my fault," she mouthed. Beast Boy's ears twitched, catching the low, gravelly words with his advanced animal hearing.

"No, Raven, it's not," he tried carefully. Again, she didn't seem to hear.

"I never even asked to be born," she reached for the scissors.

Beast Boy's eyes dilated to the size of full moons. "No!" He cried out, stepping forward.

Instead of hurting herself, the scissors met her lavender hair. She snapped the thin blades shut, and a long lock descended to the floor.
Beast Boy breathed a sigh of relief.

"I hate it, I hate it, I hate it," another lock fell, this one longer than the last. "I hate me." The changeling cringed sadly at her words.

"Hell on earth…" Snip. "And it's all my fault." Snip.

Suddenly, her melancholy mood turned to rage. She sliced a few more locks with the scissor blade before bringing the silver snippers above her head menacingly.

"Raven, no!" Beast Boy launched himself forward, landing behind her back. Swiftly, he wrapped his strong arms around her thin frame, pinning her arms to her side. The shining scissors tumbled lifelessly amidst the different lengths of violet hair.

The tiny girl writhed against his grip, wailing pitifully."I never wanted this day to come!" She threw her head backward, into his chest, hard. Still, his hold never faltered. Her body rioted against his chest, and she vocally abused herself, eventually cursing in her ancient language. As her rage continued, her insults slowed and breathing quickened.

"Raven, you need to calm down," Beast Boy's firm, concerned voice filled her right ear.

She ignored it. "I-I," she couldn't choke out the words. "I-I-can't," she coughed, face wet with a mixture of sweat and tears. At her current respiratory rate, it was only a matter of time before she'd hyperventilate and pass out.

After a small eternity, Beast Boy felt the little empath inhale deeply. Okay, that was a step in a positive direction. Or so he thought.

A long, wailing exhale cried out, and her breath began hitching again, faster this time.

Beast Boy squeezed his eyes shut, his ears sensitive to the high decibels.

"Please, Rae, try to breathe."

"I c-c-a…can't," she stuttered, hands gripping his thighs like two small vices. He still had her arms pinned. "I-gasp-can't-gasp-breathe," she panicked even more, as the words squeaked out like helium from a pinched balloon. "I can't breathe!"

Beast Boy released his arms from their hold. Placing one hand around her waist and one arm behind her knees, the changeling scooped her up, wedding style. He then strode promptly to her bed, hoping she'd feel safest there, with him.

As soon as he sat, he felt her tired, broken body curl into fetal position against his torso. Her head fit into the hollow beneath his chin and she nuzzled against his collarbone. Predominantly, he felt her ear find its place over his heartbeat, and detected her breaths trying to match the steady thumps. To Beast Boy's relief, her breaths were slowing, although hot tears continued spilling from her eyes and onto his chest.

Kind green fingers caressed her choppy, uneven hair, while his other hand curled protectively against her torso. He knew nothing he could do or say would help her, so for now he held her close. He clutched her tiny figure protectively, like she was the most precious thing in his life.

And she was.

And they would get through this.

Together.

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"Don't fucking touch me."

"Garfield, I-"

"I said," Raven swallowed nervously at his tone. "Don't. Fucking. Touch me. Got it?" Came the snarling reply.

"No," she crossed her arms, trying her best to mask her nerves. "Why can't I-"

"Because I'm a monster!" Beast Boy shouted, growling savagely as he rolled his Rs.

"I'm not afraid." She took a step forward, balancing confidence in her voice. She moved towards the restraining chair, where he was contained. Wrists, ankles, and waist were bound with metal constraints, and he had a couple IVs injected carefully in his left arm. His face was flushed, sweating profusely. Anger pooled in his eyes, back hunched severely, and beast-like teeth bared with furry.

"Don't lie to me, Raven," she cringed. "I can smell your fear."

"I'm not scared of you, Gar," she insisted quietly, taking another step forward. She knew she wasn't afraid of him, but could sense fear dominating his whole system. Her precious changeling writhed against the cold metal.

"Yes you are!" He shouted, desperately trying to free his arms. "Everyone is! I'm a beast, for heaven's sake!"

She shook her head. "You may smell fear," she paused. "But I'm not afraid of you, Garfield." She crouched before him, placing a hand on his knee. He flinched her hand away. "I'm scared for you…. as you are for me."

"R-Rae, what are you doing?" Her fingers found the emergency release button under the seat and pressed it steadily. "No! Raven, I'm dangerous." Claws gripped the armrests. "Please, put them back on! Restrain me, Rae I don't want to hurt you!" He begged her.

Tears began forming in his eyes, and he blinked them away, forcing him down his cheeks. "Rae, I love you, I don't want to hurt you. Please, help me!" He referred to the metal constraints once more.

Thumbing away his tears, she whispered. "You won't, Gar. You would never hurt me," she reached for his tensed hand, meeting his eyes seriously. "You could never."

"Yeah but the beast… What if-"

"No. Gar, don't think like that. Please, just…just look at me."

Emerald eyes met her kind amethyst ones, and immediately the changeling felt his heartbeat slow.

"Better?" He nodded shakily.

He offered a half smile, feeling his body return to normal proportions. "Yeah, Rae."

"Good," she kissed his forehead.

And he allowed her. The fear was gone.

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There are three ingredients to a perfect Titans Tower disaster.

Beast Boy's fist, and Robin's head as the target, are two of them.

"Alright Robin, this'll show ya," Beast Boy growled as Robin put up his fists in a defensive position.

The masked teen smiled deviously. "You wish."

The third, is hitting your girlfriend in the face. That makes a disaster. Want the perfect disaster? Try having that girlfriend be Raven.

A grey gloved fist hit the target with ease, and Beast Boy opened his eyes, expecting to see Robin rubbing his jaw and admitting defeat. Instead, he saw Raven, rubbing her jaw with an expression that was even more foul than usual. Robin was standing to her left, a mixture of a smirk and sheer horror on his face.

"R-Raven!" Beast Boy sprung forward, placing his hands on her shoulders, only to remove them just as fast. He held them up defensively, before speaking again. By now, Robin was no where to be found. "I'm so sorry!" She rolled her eyes. "Really! I was just fighting with Robin because he was saying-"

A sharp glare from a pair of violet eyes shut him up, but not for long.

Beast Boy did the next best thing he could think of. Leaning towards her tentatively, he began peppering her right jaw with kisses, starting at her ear. This was where he'd accidently hit her, and he was hoping his butterfly-light kisses would ease her mood.

"Rae," he kissed just below her ear. "Listen," he planted another kiss on her jaw, lips traveling along until they reached her mouth. "I would never try to hurt you, you know that." His lips stopped right before her mouth, and he pulled back a little to scan her face.

She looked a little less mad, and the initial redness on her jaw had faded to light pink. Her thin arms were still crossed across her chest, and a frown still hovered over her eyes. It was like she was deciding if she should forgive him, and he was praying she would.

"Why were you fighting Robin anyway?" She shrugged his hands off her shoulders and he mirrored her crossed arms.

"He was teasing me and said I couldn't take him."

Raven rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe how stupid the boys could act sometimes. "Well, you can't." Ignoring his shocked, offended expression, she continued. "Robin's a master of the arts, you can't try to beat him at his own game."

Beast Boy shrugged at the truth. "Guess you're right, Rae." He admitted sheepishly. "Besides, I don't care about beating Robin at combat." Gently, he reached out and pulled her into a hug. A smile formed on his face, as she fit her head perfectly into the crook of his neck.

"Why's that?' Her soft, gravelly muffled voice brushed against his chest, and his chest vibrated with warmth.

"Because," Beast Boy kissed the top of her shiny, purple locks. "I only care about you."

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Taking a nighttime stroll around the tower wasn't unusual for the little empath. Often, she'd throw on her cloak over her pajamas and walk down the bedroom corridors. First, she'd walk to the end nearest to the door, where Robin's room was. By midnight when she'd take her stroll, it was usually quiet in his room, although she'd be able to see a dim yellow glow from under the door. Tonight was no exception. Next was Starfire's room, which was also dimly illuminated and smelled of sweet strawberry lotion; then Cyborg's, who was dead silent except for an electronic hum. Finally came Beast Boy's, right before her own. Originally Cyborg's room had been next to Raven's, but in the past year they'd switched, for fun.

Usually, a light snore came from the changeling's room, along with an earthy scent. But tonight, Raven detected another noise. It sounded musical, like a chord. As she came closer, even daring to press her ear against his door, the sound became evident as a G chord, strummed perfectly. Along with the soothing, repetitive sound was his voice. Low, soft, and actually quite good. The more she listened, the easier Raven could tell that he'd definitely sung before. His voice was smooth and his octaves ranged expertly. (Think Nick Jonas maybe?)

A creak in his chair, and the halting of the G chord caused Raven to phase to her room without a so und. His voice and singing had calmed her nerves enough to help her fall asleep quickly, but she made a definite note to ask him about his musical hobby tomorrow morning.

The next morning…

Beast Boy awoke around 10 am. That was the latest Robin allowed the Titans to sleep in, and even then the leader frowned upon it. Usually the shape shifter had been waking up around 9:00 am, but he'd sensed something outside his door last night, and that had kept him up. Deciding his pajama sweats were decent enough to go to breakfast in, the changeling grabbed a white tee and headed to the common room.

When the double doors slid open, the kitchen revealed only Raven and Cyborg. Cyborg was cleaning up after the early risers had eaten, and Raven was at the dining table sipping tea, keeping him company.

"Hey B," Cyborg called from inside the fridge. "You missed breakfast, so if ya want food, cereal's in the cupboard."

Beast Boy yawned in acknowledgement, pulling is shirt over his head. He grabbed a glass and filled it with chocolate soy milk, before heading to the table and sitting next to Raven.

"Hi Rae Rae," he smiled, after downing half his glass. She rolled her eyes at the nickname and pulled his shirt down in the back. "Thanks," he yawned again, a hint of sarcasm directed at her motherly action.

"No problem," the sorceress pulled her teabag by the string, releasing more flavor into the black mug. "Hey Beast Boy, can I ask you something?"

Green eyebrows furrowed, and he nodded slowly. Praying he wasn't in trouble, he lifted his cup to his lips, prepared to take a drink to avoid answering.

"Do you, well, last night, did you happen to be singing?" Raven's clear amethyst eyes met his emerald ones. Something about her look hinted that she knew something more, but if she did, she didn't voice it. "And playing the guitar?" Sweet, soy milk traveled down his throat as he thought about which evasive route to take. "Are you musical, Gar?"

Setting the glass down once again, the changeling laughed. "Me? That's a good one, Rae." She lifted a brow with suspicion. "No, Raven. I don't, I can't sing. And any guitar I'm playin's on Guitar Hero with Cy."

"Yeah, and you can't even play that." Came the witty remark from the kitchen sink. Garfield's ears pointed south.

Raven, on the other hand, wasn't so believing. Beast Boy having any talent other than annoying her and making bad jokes did seem a bit farfetched, but she knew what she'd heard. Sighing quietly, the sorceress decided to let it go. For now.

A week later….

Tap tap tap.

A soft knocking came to Raven's door. The empath frowned, it was at least midnight, and she'd just come in from her nightly stroll. With a flick of her powers, the door swished open, revealing a perky green changeling. He was holding something behind his back, but Raven couldn't quite make it out in the dark. A bit of magic, and a couple candles were lit, giving the room a romantic aura.

"Garfield," her acknowledgement doubled as a right of passage.

"Hi, Rae," Beast Boy grinned, walking soundlessly towards her bed. He sat, and she didn't complain. Curious violet eyes tried to see through his back to see what he was holding, but x-ray vision wasn't on her abilities list.

Finally, he revealed what was behind his back. A beautiful acoustic guitar, the dark polished wood contrasting beautifully against his bare green hands. Raven bit back a smile as he began strumming easily.

"I knew it." She poked his cheek gently, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.

"Shut up," Beast Boy chuckled softly as he continued his original tune. Raven raised her brows with anticipation and waited for him to admit she was right. He nodded accordingly, never missing a beat as he admired her petite face, lit glowingly by the candlelight.

"I have a song for you."

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Taking naps in the little side car of Robin's R-Cycle had become something of a habit for the petite sorceress. Her tiny body fit perfect in the plush little car, even though Robin usually detached it during missions. But she was grateful for the little sidecar, even if it was only useful for her in the Titan's garage.

Today was no exception. She'd taken some of her best naps in this mobile compartment, remembered some of her most curious dreams, and all within the silent coziness of the Tower. Dreaming vividly, Raven's dream was painted with the image of her racing down a highway. Her blowing wind and revved up purr of the smooth motorcycle were incredibly realistic, and she couldn't remember a time she'd dreamt so completely.

Unfortunately for Raven, this wasn't a dream.

Violet eyes fluttering open, she pressed a button to retract the protective tinted class that formed over the side car like a bubble. That was a mistake, the empath soon realized, when her brain finally registered that her speedy trip down the highway was no dream. Alright, so Robin had decided to take the R-Cycle for a spin, and forgot to detach the side department. But it was strange he hadn't checked to make sure she wasn't in it; in fact, careless drives down the highway seemed like a waste of time and gas, which was very uncharacteristic for-

"Hiya Rae!"

Beast Boy.

The dark mistress of magic cringed at his voice. It wasn't that she had a certain distaste for the changeling, but his driving skills were atrocious. What was he doing driving Robin's vehicle anyway?

"Beast Boy, what the hell are you doing driving the R-Cycle? Robin's going to kill you," Raven snapped against the blowing wind. They had to be going at least 80mph, and were on the freeway. This was just her luck. Pressing a button hidden within the shiny red metal, she expected Robin's extra helmet to present itself. But with no such luck. That was weird.. Raven peered at the keyhole under the handlebars.

"A paperclip?" She shouted, now having to raise her voice even louder against the quickening wind. Beast Boy had tricked the R-Cycle's engine into thinking it was Robin's key, since the alpha Titan obviously hadn't given Beast Boy the keys, and Beast Boy didn't have Robin's fingerprint that auto started the vehicle.

"Yeah well, Robin's outta town and I couldn't find his keys-"

Thump-thump-thump-thump.

Beast Boy knocked down a row of orange construction cones.

"Ever think that's maybe because he didn't want you to drive it?" Raven found herself snapping at the changeling's stupidity once more.

He laughed, pulling onto an exit and slowing his pace. Cruising slower than the speed limit, he found a little ice cream stand and pulled up. He took off his moped helmet and placed it carefully on her head. "Sorry Rae, I didn't know you were in the car…" Gently, he tightened the straps and clicked it into place on her petite head, noticing her lavender locks poking out adorably. Raven blinked at his kindness, but continued to simmer silently, ready to flip this ice cream stand and give Beast Boy the smacking of his life. "Can I buy you a cone and make up for it?"

"Just get me home in one piece, Gar."

Beast Boy paid for two mint chocolate ice cream cones, handing her one. Truthfully he'd known Raven was in the car, and just wanted to take her out for a treat. Unfortunately, this was the only way he could do it. Anyway, he knew mint-chocolate was both of their favorite flavor's, and hoped the sweet mint would put her in a better mood.

He winked when he saw her take a dainty lick.

"You got it, Rae."

"And for the love of Azar, Garfield, next time just ask me out."

Next time? The changeling grinned. Well, okay.

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It was hell on earth.

Literally.

It was bad enough that Raven had to deal with this raging inferno everyday in her mind, but now that Trigon had made it to earth, she was literally living in her mind. And so was everyone else.

Violet hair swirled right as Raven searched for the shattering glass. Eyes wide, she found Starfire curled on the ground, hands over her head. All around her, glass fanned out like a rays from a sun. A dazzling peridot eye peeked open, and when she was sure the glass rain was finished, Starfire rose again, shooting into the sky with a trail of green energy following.

Raven admired her beautiful friend. Despite the harsh blows, Starfire fought. Again and again, she attacked, and gradually her thin body was taking a toll. Her arms were each adorned with bloody tiger stripes, and her left flank was purple with tenderness.

Still she fought, like the Tamaranean warrior she was.

Raven was convinced this alien girl would battle until she could stand no more. Starfire was no doubt the most durable Titan.

This couldn't go on.

Raven rose until she was at least 70 feet in the air. Above the burning, buildings, piles of ash, her beloved, broken city. Although it was dangerous and draining, Raven knew what she must do. She would banish Trigon from this dimension if it was the last thing she did.

And it probably would be.

Satisfied with her altitude, the little empath folded herself into a lotus position, taking a couple of deep breaths in preparation before she separated body and soul.

"Azarath, Metrion…."

Beast Boy lifted his eyes to the sky, watching Raven's peaceful form float like an unaffected cloud among the chaos.

He knew exactly what she was doing.

"Raven, no!"

His strangled cry broke her concentration, but she had made up her mind.

"Zinthos…"

As she whispered, she exhaled her soul. An excruciating pain was to follow, as her body underwent a year's worth of growth in thirty seconds.

Her clothing faded from midnight blue to periwinkle, from periwinkle to a heavenly white. Her hair lengthened, from brushing just past her chin to her middle back. Her toned body slendered, creating curvatures in appropriate places. Her bones aches as the growth plates forced themselves to mature.

As her body was changing, her soul made its exit. Her hot white eyes glowed with energy, as her soul, black as night, exited her body as the spirit Raven.

The Raven released an unrelenting screech, as it expanded its wings and covered the shape of Trigon. The mighty demon roared, four eyes blasting red into her soul self. But Soul Raven absorbed the malicious energy that was her demon side. Trigon continued to resist, but eventually the blackness encased him, whirl winding around him like a tornado until his rage filled roars could be no longer heard.

Her soul retook its smaller, birdlike shape and headed back towards her body. The raven bulleted towards the peaceful white Raven, but her physical form couldn't hold on much longer.

Her soul self rushed, but it wasn't fast enough, as it was fatigued and burdened with the weight of her demon father. Her black soul self slowed, and her body lost its stability. Slowly but surely, she unfolded, losing her place in the sky.

"Raven!" Robin dropped his bow staff and made an acrobatic beeline to his teammate.

Beast Boy shook his head and growled. Robin was quick, but he was at least a mile away from Raven's targeted impact point.

Beast Boy started running. No, sprinting. While he was in motion, he smoothly morphed into a cheetah. Easily traveling at 80 mph, he pushed his animal muscles until he reached 95. He had to be at least 3 miles farther than Robin, but with his advanced abilities, and seething determination, he was already at a mile. He screeched to a stop. Rubble blocked his path, and his paws scrambled to avoid plowing into the gravel. Panicked, he froze, mind scrambling to piece together an elaborate plan. Oh, wait.

Morph.

A Pterodactyl rose above the gravel, screeching in warning to Robin; he had this covered.

Her beautiful body was building speed, plummeting headfirst. She was only 20 feet above the ground now, almost at ground level. Beast Boy had underestimated her traveling speed, and flew right over her descending body. He narrowed his eyes in his frustration, and changed direction. For a second, he traveled next to her body, not able to get ahead. Using his last ounce of strength, he pulled ahead on their race southward, swooping under her body and supporting her with ease. A certain grace allowed him to catch the plummeting girl, dipping downward to absorb the would-have-been-impact, then rearing upward and meeting her soul, who reentered her body through her garnet chakra. He then continued in his ascend to the sky, soaring slowly to calm his nerves.

When he'd caught his breath, he descended downward and landed on the ground, still in pterodactyl form. After sufficiently landing, Cyborg removed the girl from his teammate's back and laid her on the backseat of the T-Car. The tired Titans piled in and raced home.

Several days passed. Each Titan came to visit her, but only one stayed. He wouldn't leave her side. Food was brought to him, but he refused, only sipping water for survival. He didn't sleep, partially for her sake and partially for his. Being awake, mind concentrated on her, left no room for potential nightmares. Several times, the Titans checked on him, on them. But he didn't want their companionship, their reassurance, theirlingering presence looming over him. Nothing was more important than watching over his Raven, he had to protect her. Had to know she was safe. He wouldn't, he couldn't leave her. Not until he knew she would wake up.

And she would wake up.

She just had to.

Raven awoke to a dimly lit infirmary.

Her hair was still long, and her mature body was still present, but no longer aching. She knew her risky move must've left her in an unconscious healing state for three days, minimum. Moving her left hand to brush some hair away from her face, she was stopped. Something weighed it down. Confused, she peered down and found her slender hand incased in a tough green one. His other arm rested on the bed, his forearm acting as a pillow for his head.

Her small tug must've stirred him, and a messy green head of hair jumped alive.

"Raven," His voice was groggy but the empath could feel a wave of reassurance flood from him, overwhelming over her. "You're awake," his full fledged Beast-Boy grin played across his lips. She could feel his desperate longing to embrace her, but he held back.

A microscopic smile returned his. "Hi, Garfield," her voice was soft as ever, and she was a bit winded after a few words. "How are you?"

"Me?" His rugged chuckle was heavenly sexy on her ears. "You, Rae." He brought the back of her hand to his lips. "The question is, how are you holding up?"

A slight crease in her brow formed. "I'm," She paused, what was the point in lying? She was still drained, mentally. "I'm tired," His worried eyes met hers, and she answered. "I'm not in pain, not anymore at least. My growth plates and vitals have resumed normalcy, although I'm not sure when I'll have time to cut all this hair." Her free hand pulled the tangled lavender mass to one side in irritation.

"I dunno, Rae." Garfield reached over and twirled a strand around his finger. "I kind of dig the long hair thing." His eyes rested on her face and admired peacefully.

Raven took this time to observe him. After her first analysis, she was a bit taken back. His lively, leafy green skin was a bit paler, like the color of her green tea. Disheveled hair, more than usual, she noted. His features were his, but more exhausted than she'd ever seen before. Garfield's emerald eyes were still beautiful, kind, full of love and admiration for her…. Raven tried not to get lost in his gorgeous eyes, reluctantly resuming her scan of the changeling. Yes, his eyes held all the beauty of the universe, but they were bit greyed, and skin sagged beneath his eyes. He even still wore his red and white body suit, dirtied as it was. Bedraggled as he was, the green man was still sorely handsome. Plus, his sleepy, tired, lower-than-usual voice kind of made her want him, right there, right then.

No, that wouldn't be appropriate. The mistress of magic shook her head. Being mentally exhausted meant she had to keep a conscious check on her emotions.

"How long was I out?" Her voiced gained its gravelly trait as it strengthened.

"Long time, Rae." Amethystine irises narrowed, scrutinizing him for omitting the truth. "Nine days," he murmured, voice cracking. "You really had me scared, precious."

She squeezed his hand. He knew she didn't really do terms of endearment, but it was something important to him, for showing affection. For him to have let "precious," slip out, must mean his guard was down due to his current state. Way down.

Her worried anger must've shown on her face, because the shape shifter responded to an unspoken question. "I did sleep once, Rae. But I don't want to, not now, at least." A subtle shudder rippled through his lean body. His attempt to suppress it was impressive, but nothing the observant empath didn't catch.

She was shocked, but couldn't let on that she was. He was already anxious enough, his body was going to delve into deep sickness if he worried any more.

Scooting to the side of her tiny hospital bed, she patted the area next to her. "Come," she beckoned softly. He remained unmoving. "Oh, come on Gar. You haven't slept in nine days. Nine days, Garfield Logan." She tugged at his fingers. He reluctantly crawled up next to her, resting his head on her abdomen, allowing her to caress his messy locks.

"What about you?" His stunningly kind eyes met hers tiredly, and she bit her lip to prevent her smile.

"I'm alright, Gar. Rest, please."

He drifted off in a matter of seconds.

Raven sent her black soul self out, and engulfed Trigon. After a ten minute power struggle, Raven claimed dominance. Her job was done, and the soul raced back to its body, which was now rocketing towards the cement.

"Raven!" Robin's leaderlike voice rang out, but the Boy Wonder could only run so fast.

Beast Boy snarled, pushing his feline form to the maximum like he never had before. He didn't even know how fast he was traveling, not able to feel the pads on his cheetah paws wearing away due to extreme friction. No, right now, there was only one thing that mattered. Raven's body was traveling like a comet to earth, and her soul self was slowing consistently. The two, mind and body, wouldn't be able to reconnect before her limp body hit the group. She needed time. A few seconds would be enough to ensure her soul could reenter her body, and he was the only one who could save her.

Leaping over a pile of gravel, his cheetah form exploded into the sky, shifting into a pterodactyl on the way up. Mighty wings carried him just over her body, an idiot error in estimation. Screeching like mad, he dove downward, talons outstretched to clutch her waist, like a claw machine. His legs stretched and snapped, at her body, snagging a piece of her white leotard.

But, that was all. Clutched in his claws was a white piece of clothing, and he hurled it away in frustration, diving faster. But Raven's body was decreasing in altitude faster than his form could go, and with a majestic thud, her body hit the cement. It was only a second later, when her black soul self vaporized, vanishing into thin air. Her chest heaved one last breath, and her neck went limp.

Garfield went mad with fury, landing beside her as a pterodactyl and shifting back.

What have I done? He scooped his hands under her head and pressed her beautiful face to his chest, breathing in any last traces of jasmine and incense. Angry, hot teardrops spilled from his eyes. He could feel his teammates surround him, the sorrow, disappointment, and rage, making the air thick.

Beast Boy, you have let friend Ravendie .

You said you had her . We thought we could trust you.

You lost Raven , man. How could you be so stupid ?

His lungs were rising and falling rapidly, matching his panicked heartbeat. Everyone blamed him for her death, and why shouldn't they? He certainly did. The one time Raven needed him most, he let her down. Failed. And now there was no making it up. She was dead, he killed had practically her. He couldn't save her.

The burning pain that seared through him now a million times more intense than when he couldn't save his parents.

"Raven, I'm sorry." He wept openly, burying his cheek in her hair, hiding his shameful face from his team. "Please, Rae. I'm so sorry."

Suddenly, a black silhouette of herself escaped her now-dull chakra.

"Garfield, baby, it's not your fault." He peered at Raven's ghost hopefully, praying she would forgive him, or somehow come back to life. Her voice was gentle enough, perhaps she would grace his with some wisdom, so the rest of his life on earth wouldn't be as miserable as this particular moment. But Raven's presence was not one of positivity, and her previously kind words were a simple tease.

"Gullible." The dark Raven snickered. "Not your fault you're an incompetent, undesirable, pain in my side. One job! You've failed me, but I suppose I should be used to that by now." The silhouette scoffed bitterly. "I can't believe I almost loved a fool like you . Idiot." Squeezing his eyes shut, Garfield prayed that she would disappear. Or he would disappear. Or both.

"At least there's one good thing about being dead," Raven hissed, " I won't have to be with you ."

Final, biting words wrapped around his heart like a vice, and he continued his apologies miserably, as if those would bring her back.

"I'm sorry, Rae, I-I… I'm so sorry," Garfield's muttering had now become audible, his wet tears painting her right flank.

"Gar?" Raven shook his shoulder gently. He continued his profuse apologies, tears escaping his eyes without indication of ceasing.

"Garfield! Wake up." He'd only been asleep for half an hour, but there was no doubt he was dreaming vividly.

He awoke to her incessant shaking, and sat up immediately, wiping his eyes.

"Oh, Rae," He flung his arms around her, squeezing her tighter than any Tamaranean hug. She rubbed her hand over his back, before gently prodding him off.

It was so real," His voice held serious tremors, eyes wide and wild. "I-I couldn't, I'm too st-.. undeserving…." Jumbled thoughts spilled form his lips.

"Garfield." Raven warpped her arms around his neck, kissing his forehead. "You did save me," she leaned back, arms till loose around his neck. "And I love you. Even if… that happened, I would still love you."

"I almost… Almost didn't."

"That doesn't matter."

Pause.

"Is that why you couldn't sleep?"

Beast Boy nodded timidly. "Well besides the fact I was worried sick over you," he slipped in a soft chuckle, before all traces of joy left his face. "But every time I close my eyes, I see, I have these, these terrors." He closed his eyes and massages his temples, as tears loosened behind his eyes. She thumbed them away kindly. "I'm sorry, Rae." His smile returned, forced. As he dried his eyes with his wrists, he gazed at his girlfriend, the only thing in the world that could give him serenity. And he'd almost her.

"I don't want to worry you, Rae. I'm fine. Really! I'm sure this is just a post-traumatic event repercussion, it'll go away… I hope." The changeling had no chance of convincing her, he barely sounded sure of himself.

"It will go away, in time." She spoke calmly, trying to set the aura of peace to the air, to calm his nerves.

"Yeah." He blinked a couple times and evidence of his trauma were gone. "Well, suppose I get the others now. They've been worried too, Rae. Star will be happy when they hear you're up!" His feigned enthusiasm couldn't fool the sorceress, and she placed her hand over his.

"No, Gar."

His tired physique tipped to the left in confusion.

"Come here, darling," Out of all his endearments, she liked that one best. Placing thin hands on his shoulders, she guided him so his back faced her, before gently reclining his head to rest under the curve of her left breast. Her left hand ran soothing patterns over his sharp facial features, until she felt the tension ease out of his body.

"For now, I just want you to sleep."

"But Rae, the others."

"A dreamless sleep, Gar. I'll protect you from the nightmares. I love you. You're strong, you saved me. You're safe," Reassurance was what he needed, and she would repeat her words until his eyes fluttered shut.

"You're safe."

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"Awh, come on Rae, please." A green changeling followed his petite cloaked girlfriend around Titans' tower. The dark sorceress shut her book and sighed. "Robin said I needed more combat practice." Beast Boy had been street fighting with Robin to better his hand-to-hand skills. To become the excellent combative force he longed to be, he needed to spar. And he knew Raven wouldn't go easy on him.

"Why not practice with Cyborg?" Raven got up from the couch and sauntered to the kitchen. She reached to take her tea off the stove, but Beast Boy beat her to it. He cautiously reached over her and poured the kettle's content into her black mug. She cocked her brow as he shot her a sweet smile.

"He said he was practicing with Star this week. Ravey, please," Beast Boy whimpered, using her pet name persuasively. "I suck at fighting and you've beaten Robin!" He exclaimed. "You've gotta help me!"

She rolled her eyes. She and Robin always trained in private. How would Beast Boy even know about her practice victory over the Boy Wonder? Robin was always oh so careful to keep that detail quiet. "If I train with you, will you stop whining?" He nodded honestly. "Fine. Training room at eight. Don't be late." She took her mug and left.

Eight o'clock, Beast Boy strode into the training room. Raven was standing on the mat, arms crossed. He grinned at her and cracked his knuckles.

Raven ran her eyes over his purple and black spandex suit, and felt her cheeks burn. She and the green teen had recently exchanged a rather cliché series of secret, romantic rendezvous. She sighed in slight irritation when Beast Boy held out his gloved hand, but decided to take it. He pulled her towards the center of the black training mat.

"You ready, Rae?" Beast Boy hopped on his toes and held up his hands in a defensive position. "I'm not going easy on you." The changeling howled, trying to get his adrenaline pumping.

Truthfully, he thought he could beat Raven. It was rumored that Raven had beaten Robin, but he didn't believe it until he'd seen her react. He still wasn't sure he believed it. And even if Raven had beaten Robin, she wouldn't beat him. He was superior in strength and size, and had recently picked up a few tricks from Robin. What else did he need to win?

Beast Boy thought. He wanted a victory, he didn't want to embarrass Raven by beating her. He just wanted to spend a little time with her. Besides, he was trying to take her out, not take her down.

Raven stopped levitating and unfolded herself from the lotus position. 'This is training. He's not your super secret boy toy. He's the bad guy.' She reminded herself, dropping her cloak next to the mat and putting up a mental shield. She daintily stepped up to the middle of the mat, and held up two loose fists. Once they were both in a standard fight stance, they began.

Beast Boy was on the offense from the beginning. Left punch to the jaw. Right kick to the hip. A swing at the neck. All of which, missed. Beast Boy tried several of Robin's tactics, but Raven evaded each with grace. The green shape shifter was shocked at her fluidity and her heightened ability to predict his every move. Whenever he attacked, she would duck, jump, or simply step to the side. No wonder she beat Robin. Frustrated and desperate, Beast Boy became careless, trying to make contact anywhere. Finally his pace slowed enough for Raven to easily jab his throat.

Ow. Gosh, she was merciless.

Once his gloved hands were clutching his throat, Raven roundhouse kicked his broad right shoulder, knocking him off balance. He tumbled sideways onto the floor and Raven threw herself over him, and pinned him easily.

"Raven's victory." Robin loomed over a defeated Beast Boy. The two hadn't realized they'd had an audience. Raven removed herself from her teammate's sweaty body. She'd barely broken a sweat. Without another word, Raven left the mat.

Beast Boy was wiped his face with a white towel. He was furious that he'd lost, and Robin had witnessed it. In the distance, Starfire's silver wrist cuffs clanked with Cyborg's metal body parts. His eyes trailed over the room, when he spotted Raven, who was smoothing her hair. "Rae-" he jogged up to her. She narrowed her eyes at the nickname. "-Ven. Raven. How did you beat me?" He whined, following her out of the training room. He flexed his biceps and critiqued the size.

"You think fighting is about strength." She stated. "It isn't about strength," she clicked her tongue. "It's about strategy." And with that, she went to her room.

Friday, Beast Boy asked Raven to train with him again. He couldn't lose. He thought about what Raven said. Strategy.

Beast Boy stepped onto the mat and grinned at his opponent. He sized her up slowly and greedily. He was excited to finally pin this gorgeous superheroine, and decided to give her another once over. Had she always had those fine sculpted legs? Raven was tying her hair back into a long violet ponytail, causing her every muscle to flex. Thankfully for Beast Boy, he could see all those muscles. Without her cloak, Raven sported a black, body hugging gymnast leotard, which did her toned body every bit of justice it deserved. The changeling licked his lips.

Raven caught his stare ad crossed her arms. "Let's start."

Beast Boy stared at Raven. She stared back.

"Friends, please, do battle." Starfire spoke from the sidelines, after a couple minutes of the two glaring at each other. The staring contest was broken when they each shifted their eyes to their teammates, gathered to watch them fight. Great.

"Yeah, make a move, Rae." Beast Boy egged her on. Raven knew what he was doing. Fine. She was fast, and knew his weak points. She was light on her feet, and danced around, throwing hits. He dodged.

"Beast Boy is using Raven's defensive strategy against her, yes?" Starfire turned to Robin. The masked teen nodded.

Raven threw a right hand punch at Beast Boy's left cheek, and he grabbed her fist. Shocked, Raven instinctively tried to pull back. This was the first time anyone besides Robin had given her a challenge. Quickly, the changeling pinned her hand behind his back. Then, he placed a hand on the small of her back. He pulled her to him. Raven's left hand immediately put force on his chest. But their bodies were held together by a certain green man's force, and perhaps something else.

"Rae, stop resisting." Beast Boy mouth was inches from hers. "Just hear me out." His canine poked out slightly. "The real reason I wanted to train with you, was because I wanted to ask you on a date."

Well, that was unexpected.

Raven was disgusted. He was using their relationship against her. She continued to push him away. Finally to not exhaust herself, she gave up any resistance. She'd been so busy struggling, she hadn't noticed that his mouth was a little too close to hers. His eyelids were drooping romantically. Raven fought to keep focused, as she breathed his air.

Suddenly, she felt his weight shift. Dang it. She should've known. Without remorse, she brought her right knee up to meet his crotch, just as his left foot swept her off balance.

Raven landed on her back with a thud. She swallowed hard and propped herself up on her elbows, then smirked in satisfaction. Her opponent had his hands pressed to his crotch and his handsome face was contorted in a most extreme displeasure.

"Perhaps Raven will still be victorious." Starfire whispered. Beast Boy's animal hearing picked up on this and he growled. He pounced on Raven like a lion and pinned her biceps to the black mat.

Raven hissed at his force, he straddled her stomach and held her down. Raven sighed. "C'mon Rae. What do you say to a date? Just the two of us." He was strategizing, but he did want to go on a date with this dark beauty.

"I know what you're doing."

He could read the frustration on her face and continued pulling on her emotions like a marionette. "Fighting's about strategy, not strength." He parroted her. Raven's eyes glowed deviously and she bucked the shape shifter off with incredible force. Beast Boy flew over her head and landed on his chest, surprised at the sheer force that came from those little hips.

Like lightening, Raven struck. She was now straddling his back, pinning his arms to his lower back with one hand. Beast Boy fought and squirmed. Unfortunately for him, any motion only meant that Raven's bony knees would dig deeper into his sides, until his breathing was forced.

One…

Two…

Three.

It was over. Robin only allowed a teammate to be down three seconds before declaring a winner. Like in a real street fight. It was over. Raven had pulled through.

Raven took her free hand and grabbed a piece of forest green hair. She pressed his head against the mat until his right cheek was sure to be imprinted like a waffle. She then leaned in, her front pressed humidly against his back. Beast Boy groaned in discomfort. Her hair had fallen out of the ponytail, and tickled his face in a quite irritating manner, considering the sweat was making the violet strands stick to his flushed face. "For the record," she spoke softly but firmly. She trailed her smooth lips over his left ear, until she reached the point. Then, she nipped. Beast Boy whimpered as he felt a small bit of blood drip from his elvish ear. "I'm ready for that date." With that, she released him and stepped off the mat.

Beast Boy enviously watched the other Titans congratulate Raven on being such an excellent strategist. He was angry that he'd lost, but remembered her soft words. He picked himself up and smiled. In the end, he'd gotten what he really wanted.

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It was an ideal day in Jump City. The sun shone, and cumulous clouds distributed themselves evenly over the clear blue sky. It was the kind of day where Starfire would beg the Titans for a day on the town, and Raven would agree. The five teenage superheros were strolling (or flying) to the pizza parlor when a buzz on their communicators signaled it was time to go to work.

The Titans had ranked this villain as a light threat. Killer Moth escaped from jail and released a fresh army of small mutant moths. He was fairly unintelligent and insignificant in strength; a giant bug, really. She wasn't worried.

Cyborg blasted the millions of moths. His blue sonic canon, filled with a reverse biochemical formula, turned the flying nuisances into mini maggots once more. Robin and Beast Boy were double teaming on Killer Moth. Since the girls were the only two who could fly (in human form), Starfire and Raven had a large net and were capturing the arguably cute creatures.

Raven was helping Starfire round up the moths, but her mind was elsewhere. Honestly, Raven had just been zoning out. The team could take Killer Moth easy. Heck, she probably could've ridden the city of the overgrown bug with a flick of her wrist. She hadn't been thinking about anything in particular, only enjoying this light combat on a beautiful day.

Mindlessly, Raven cast her black magic over the swarm of baby moths, and they instantly disintegrated. The dark sorceress blinked; the vision was hazy from the myriad of microscopic insects, and she was already slightly dazed. She didn't notice Killer Moth's whip swing her way.

He cracked the whip at her, managing to slash her side. Milliseconds later, Beast Boy's tiger form ripped Killer Moth from the sky. Killer Moth fell backward into Cyborg, where the half metal man ripped off the villain's wings. Starfire was still rounding up mutant moths while Robin was on the phone with the police. No one noticed Raven curled over on the hard cement, pressing her hand to her side. The gash was bleeding mercilessly. She could heal it easily, if it weren't for the unusual burning sensation. Blood was beginning to pool, and she panicked. The Titans were finishing up at the scene. Quickly, she teleported herself to the Tower before she was too weak to travel.

She founded herself on the floor of the Titans' living room. Ripping away the surrounding fabric, she now took the time to inspect her wound. It was of medium depth, nothing too serious. But as she looked more closely, she saw why it felt so strange. A milky white substance was mixing with her blood. The white venom was draining her energy, and the area around the open skin was turning purple. Her powers alone could not heal her. She needed advanced attention, fast. She decided to lay on her side, and wait for her teammates to get home. A foolish idea, but her brain couldn't seem to formulate a better one.. Soon, sleep took over.

"Raven." Robin prodded her shoulder. Raven's violet eyes slowly opened. Her hand was subconsciously pressed to her injury and she woke to worried heads looming over her. She sat up, momentarily forgetting her situation, only to collapse again. She winced and Robin's mask narrowed.

"What happened?" Her leader questioned. Raven bit her lip and slowly removed her hand. Gasps rung out from Starfire and Cyborg as they viewed her wound. The mistress of magic frowned. She knew it looked bad, but it wasn't too awful. Then she looked down.

Her injuring was festering and the milky white substance was replacing her blood. The skin around the gash was definitely black now. "Killer Moth's venomous whip." Robin concluded. Raven snarled as if to say, 'obviously.' Robin ignored her. "Cyborg, take her to the medical bay." Their leader commanded, and the metal man began to cup her body.

A black bit of magic attacked her metallic friend. Raven gasped quiet. "I'm sorry." She tried to steady her voice, trying to convince everyone, including herself, that it wasn't that serious. But truthfully, the wound was starting to really burn. "I don't um.. I don't think I can move." She didn't want to admit she was in insane pain.

"Friend, can you not heal yourself?" Starfire questioned. Raven shook her head. The immense pain was building. Soon Raven feared she would pass out. This venom was far too strong for her in a weakened state. "Then you must let us take you to the bay of medicine! Please!" Starfire flew to Raven, uniting their hands.

Raven frowned. Her poisonous wound couldn't be healed by any medical instrument. It needed to be flushed and sterilized. Oh, and to stop bleeding. She was too drained for a shower and a bath would only mean soaking in poison. Raven had an idea. She was growingly aware of a certain teammate's absence. "Where's Beast Boy?" He would know what to do.

Immediately, Cyborg contacted Beast Boy. Starfire just knelt over Raven, who was growing paler every second. Robin continued to check his teammate's pulse, take her fever, etc.

Finally the green changeling burst through the doors. "Where is she?" He demanded. He was still burning with anger from his frenzy with Killer Moth. After Raven had gone down, he and Cyborg had thoroughly taken down the villain. Three Titans immediately backed away, revealing a wounded Raven. They had never seen Beast Boy look so… Fierce.

Spotting his team surrounding her on the floor, he rushed to his darling's side. "Rae, what's wrong? Why do you-" Raven eyes were only half open when her hand fell from her gash. Beast Boy gasped at her wound. It wasn't the injury that bothered him, but the sickly substance that covered it. "How can I help?" He asked, a new determination replacing his anger.

Raven looked around, face burning. Just because her energy was currently being sucked, didn't mean she couldn't be embarrassed. She caught Starfire's watery green eyes and sent her alien friend an optical message.

Starfire quickly caught on. "Cyborg, Robin, let us prepare a meal for tonight, to replenish Raven's strength." Robin started to protest, but Starfire shuffled the boys into the kitchen without opposition. Alone at last, Raven sighed. Beast Boy continued to glare at Raven's wound.

"Raven, I seriously don't know what you want me to do." Beast Boy felt defeated.

Raven growled and used her last bit of strength to reach up, grab a chunk of messy green hair, and yank down. Beast Boy whimpered at the sudden jerk, but didn't fuss. She pushed his nose towards her wound.

"Ew, Rave-" Beast Boy squirmed. Then he caught of whiff of her wound. Heightened animal senses kicked in, and instinctively, he pressed a hand to her hip, rolling her towards him. She lay on her right side. Her wound stretched from under her left breast to her bony left hip. It bled lightly and the white liquid was thickening rapidly. A low growl erupted from the changeling's throat as he inspected the wound.

Without a second thought, the changeling pressed his lips to her side. He was sucking, removing the venom from her with his mouth. This would remove the poison; somehow he knew it was not toxic if swallowed. It was only harmful if in contact with an open wound. Unfortunately for Raven, it was. After the green boy had removed the venom, he dipped his tongue inside of her gash. To cleanse the wound. Raven whimpered as she felt Beast Boy's ruggedness contact her body's dermis. He slowly dragged his tongue over the length of her slash. The pain was unbearable, but the after affect felt heavenly. The sorceress closed her eyes and focused on breathing. The venom had already robbed most of her energy, but she fought to stay awake.

After a good hour, Beast Boy was satisfied with his work. The gash was now slightly scabbed and freed of the color white. The black skin surrounding her injury was faded to a dark grey. Raven had gathered enough strength to finish the job, healing herself with a wave of blue glow.

Perfect. Like she was never even hurt. Although, now emotionally and physically spent. She sighed in irritation. The sun had gone down and Robin was setting out dinner plates. It had taken the rest of the team two hours to convince Starfire that a Tameranean dish wasn't the way to go, and to settle on meatloaf. The day had come and gone, and Raven felt it had been wasted on her.

She pushed herself up to better face her teammate. "I knew you'd know what to do."

Beast Boy rested a hand on the curve of her bare left side. "The animal inside me did." He nervously ran his tongue over his sharp canine.

"Well, thank you. You were the only one who could've helped. It doesn't matter how, it matters that you did it." Raven gazed at him with subtle admiration. He didn't seem like much, but whenever she truly needed him, he always pulled through. Raven shifted to a kneeling position, and leaned closer to the green changeling. "That must've been awful, thank you." She kept leaning into him until their foreheads touched. Her eyes searched his for any emotion. But all she saw was guilt.

Beast Boy tore away from their staring contest, looking down. "Um, no problem Rae." She shook her head and exhaled loudly. The truth. That's what she wanted. Garfield was defeated. He always gave her what she wanted. "Actually, um I kind of…" He swallowed. He shoved his head towards his chest even further and mumbled. "I kind of enjoyed it." He was ashamed. Ashamed that he relished his girlfriend's blood, like some kind of thirsty beast. Which he spent every second of every day trying to convince himself and everyone around him that he wasn't. His confession was so quiet, she didn't hear.

"What?" Raven strained her ears and sat up a bit more.

"I like the way you taste." He hissed, a bit louder and with a hint of annoyance.

Raven remained externally emotionless. She had now straightened up completely and sat in front of a slouching Beast Boy. "That's not strange. And no, you're not a beast." She commented tonelessly. A low snarl escaped his throat. Raven stifled an eye roll. "I'm serious." She insisted, using the same bored voice. She wouldn't admit it, but his touch felt good, no great on her wound. It was like each stroke of his rough tongue was delivering a piece of heaven, one lick at a time. She absolutely craved it. But she would rather die than tell him that. "Anyway, you saved me. So for that, I thank you." She stood and offered her teammate a hand.

After a short pause, he took it and offered her back a half smile. "No problem. It's not like you haven't saved me once or twice." He winked. Raven allowed her eyes to to orbit. "I just hope it doesn't happen again." His voice turned serious, as his fingers trailed over her sharply curved, exposed waist, under her cloak. Raven pressed her side to the front of the green man's body, until she could hear his heartbeat.

"It won't." But she wouldn't keep her word. The changeling's healing powers felt like magic, much more desirable than her own. He hadn't healed her, only replaced the dangerous venom with his own. His mouth delivered a wonderful poison that consumed her. And Raven wanted more.

She made a mental note to get a few more paper cuts when reading.

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