Er... So. It's been a REALLLLY long time since I've written and posted anything on here. I found one of my very first stories last night (I will not direct you to it, as it is of extremely poor quality and I'm pretty ashamed of it) and I really think I've had a lot of improvement in my writings.
This story is kind of AU, I suppose... Personally, I think the personalities displayed are how the Titans would behave as young-adults. Buuuut whatevs. I'm sure someone out there is going to say, "Liek, srlsy dudez! Evry1 is soooo OOC! U are FAIL." To that, I say, "Kiss my pahtooty! I'm taking artistic liberties (: ."
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, sadly. What a tragic world we live in ):
Even In Silence
Laughter echoed off of many steel walls, reverberating down the hall that housed each of the Titan's rooms. At the end of the hallway, the elevator's doors hissed open, allowing a two, slightly inebriated, young adults to stumble out.
Robin tried to help Starfire, who had clearly had far too much to drink, balance herself after exiting the aforementioned elevator far too quickly. They were both giggling childishly, showing that Robin had also drunk his fair share of intoxicating liquids.
The other Titans followed suit, though not acting nearly as smashed as the pair before them. They had sipped on some alcoholic beverages as well, but they had realized their limits. Even Raven found some amusement as the two of them tripped over themselves and each other, making their way to their respective rooms.
Cyborg stopped by his room, loosing his tie as the rest of them continued. Robin and Starfire stopped at her door and Robin stayed with her as she started talking to him in hushed tones, playing with his tie. Beastboy continued to his door and entered the code to open his door. Raven breezed past him.
"Night, y'all," Cyborg called, punching in his pass code to open his door and slipping inside.
Beastboy looked over in time to catch Robin's eye, or so he presumed since he couldn't really see it under Robin's mask. He smirked, watching his leader get pulled into Starfire's room by his tie with a drunken half smile on his face.
Beastboy turned to wink at Raven as she entered her room, but instead he saw her climbing the staircase to the roof. He cast a glance into the darkness of his room and then looked to back the staircase up which Raven had disappeared. He shook his head and closed his eyes all in one movement. Upon opening his eyes, he hit the 'close door' button on the keypad.
He slowly walked to the bottom of the stairs and placed one foot on the bottom step. Again he closed his eye and shook his head, but this time he added a soft chuckle.
When he opened his eyes, a look of determination was evident, and he quickly began his ascent of the stairs. He paused at the top, one hand on the knob. Did he really want to do this? His other hand loosened his tie. He let out a quick breath and opened the door.
Raven stood with her back to him near the edge of the roof, her shoes abandoned on the ledge. The moonlight made her pale skin shine and her dark dress only served to exaggerate the glow.
"Hello, Beastboy," she said calmly, not even turning around. He smirked at how perceptive she was of her surroundings. A cool breeze blew, causing her to shiver. The few tendrils that had fallen from her simple but elegant bun blew in the wind.
He began making his way to the opposite side of the roof, though certainly not in any hurry. They shared a comfortable silence as he did so. Once he reached his destination, he turned and leaned his back against the ledge, placing his hands in his pockets with care and crossing his legs.
Being drunk made Robin and Starfire turn into clumsy fools; when buzzed, Cyborg was sad, verging on depressed; with each sip, Beastboy could almost feel himself growing more and more confident. Could you blame a guy from wondering how alcohol influenced the tower's shut-in?
"Did you have fun at the Mayor's shindig tonight, Rae?" He began setting into place a plan; a process of elimination if you will.
"It was quite interesting," she answered with little enthusiasm. He began strolling slowly in her direction.
"Yeah," he chuckled, "watching other's participate in drinking games can be quite entertaining," he added, still closing in on her.
On arriving at the Mayor's benefit, the team quickly located the new Mayor to properly introduce themselves. Once he found out they were all of drinking age, he suggested they all take advantage of the open bar. They didn't exactly like the idea of drinking, but felt obligated to oblige.
One thing led to another and soon four of the five were in a fast pace drinking game, Raven being the odd man out. Beastboy, to the shock of most, dropped out first, knowing that he more than likely had a low tolerance to alcohol. Cyborg dropped out close behind him, seeing as he had to drive home (though later they opted to take a taxi.) Robin was too pig-headed to stop so quickly and Starfire was having too much fun.
Because of these conditions, Robin and Starfire ended up pissed out of their minds whereas the other three only felt a minor influence.
"Robin and Starfire are probably enjoying themselves right about now," he said suggestively, only a foot behind her.
"I'm sure they are." He could almost hear the smirk in her voice.
"I doubt however," he said in a much lower voice, "there's much romance happening." He closed the distance between them, being so bold as to softly trail his fingers down her exposed arm and laying his hand lightly on hers. The action elicited goose bumps and a slight shiver from her and sparked a fire in the pit of his stomach. Half expecting her to freak out on him, he was surprised when she didn't even turn her head to glare. Perhaps she was in shock?
He grew bolder yet.
He leaned in, eyes closed, lightly brushing his lips along her neck and allowing his right hand to creep along her side and onto her stomach.
As he pulled back, he felt her turn to face him. He opened his eyes with a grin, expecting her to punch him. Instead he found her looking at him with half lidded eyes. His grin dropped, his face softening.
"Beast b– " she started.
"Garfield," he interrupted softly. This time, his hand traveled up her arm, resting behind her head. The other remained on the small of her back. Her hands skimmed across his chest, finding their way to either side of his face.
"Garfield." It was no more than a whisper. Her eyes closed the rest of the way as he pulled her closer. He carefully inspected her face, brushing his knuckles across her cheek, looking for any sign that this wasn't what she wanted. He found none.
His lips brushed her's softly, with much more care than even he thought he was capable. He pulled away, opening his eyes to see her half lidded gaze on him once more. They searched each other's eyes, trying to find answers to questions they couldn't even form. Once more their lips met, only this time with much more passion and yet still so tenderly.
Kiss after kiss was shared, interrupted only by gasps for air and gasps out of sheer pleasure. Fistfuls or hair were grabbed and released, skin was moistened by trailing tongues.
After a seemingly short amount of time, she gently released herself from his grasp. He blinked several times, watching her make her way to the door of the roof. She grabbed the handle, and turned to face him, a small suggestive smile playing on her lips. "Follow me," it appeared to whisper seductively.
As he advanced, she opened the door and began padding down the steps, checking over her shoulder every now and then to be sure he was following. Although they reached the hallway, they continued past her room. She stopped at Beastboy's door, pressing her back against it, watching as he finally caught up to her.
His hands found her waist; her hands grasped his face once more. Yet again, unknown questions were asked with searching eyes, but yet again no answers were received. She slowly lowered his face towards her's, both of them closing their eyes as their lips met. This kiss was timid and unsure, but somehow filled with more passion than either of them had ever encountered.
He entered his code, the door sliding open behind her back. They stared at each other for a moment before she turned and walked into the middle of his room. He followed slowly behind, drinking in every miniscule detail about her that he could. He stood but a foot away from her, somehow still hesitant.
Shyly, he reached forward, undoing her bun to let her hair fall down and brush her shoulders. She trembled. He moved in closer, unzipping her dress, exposing the soft, pale skin of her back. He looped his finger under one of her straps, dragging it off of her shoulder and down her arm. He did the same to the other, watching as her dress fell to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her strapless bra and a pair of silky looking undergarments.
She turned to him then, and he could almost feel the heat coming off of her exposed body. She met his eyes, loosening his tie until it dropped to the floor. She then began unbuttoning his shirt, never taking her eyes off of his. When she finished, he pulled his shirt off, and she worked on his pants.
As his pants landed on the floor, she walked gracefully to his bed and sat down, waiting for him. He quickly kicked his shoes of and pulled his socks off, eager to join her. He sat next to her, their legs hanging off the edge of the bed, neither of them dressed in anything other than their under things.
With her eyes cast down, she pulled up the hem of his under shirt, placing her cool hands beneath. Bit by bit, she drug them up his torso watching as she did so, dragging the shirt with them, finally pulling the garment over his head and tossing it with the rest of his clothes. She wrapped her arms around her neck, meeting his eyes again.
He reached around her, nimbly unlatching the clasps to her bra, grabbing it and tossing it atop her dress. When his eyes met her's again, he noticed they were both breathing deeply and heavily. He kissed her affectionately, grasping her head and back, laying her down gently. She pulled his boxers down, and without breaking the kiss, he kicked them off. Bracing himself with one arm, he traced the top of her underwear before slowly dragging them down her legs, making her arch her back in desire.
Throughout the tower, there was silence. There were no sounds; no TV's blabbering on, no steel shifting, no exuberant young-adults talking, laughing, fighting or otherwise. There was only silence.
Even in silence, however, love can be heard.
I hope you enjoyed it! :D
I know Beast Boy, Garfield if you will, seemed pretty serious. In the graphic novels I've gotten a hold of, though, he doesn't have a goofy sense of humor but a sarcastic wit, similar to that of Raven. So, in my mind (a very, very scary place, my friends) this is the type of personality he would develop. Meh, either you agree with me, or you don't.
As for Raven - come on! She's probably never had anything harder than sparkling grape juice! A couple of martinis and, hey, Beast Boy's lookin' pretty fine (not to mention his smooth talking.)
With Cyborg, I really could see him being a sad drunk. I don't know a lot about his family, but I'm assuming they're out of the picture. Also, none of his romantic interests have panned out in the show (I haven't really followed the comics well.) I don't know, it just seemed to make sense to me.
Starfire is easily excited - let her have a sip of something fruity and/or bubbly and, well... I'm sure you can make your own deductions.
When it came to Robin, it only seemed natural to me that he would at first be pig-headed and too proud to stop playing the drinking game. Then I thought, "Hey, this guy has to let loose sometime, right?" In my opinion, it figures that the only way that would happen would be if some intoxicating substance was involved.
Erm, I kind of have three different ideas of how the next day might play out. If any one it interested, let me know in a review and I'll post them. I've got a just-plain-happy one, one that starts out all angsty but finishes happily, and then I have a tear-jerker. Let me know which, if any, you'd like to read.
Thank you for taking the time to read (and possibly reviewing.) It means a lot to me (:
Violet Rave
