Warning: There are some major lemons in this opening chapter. I usually start things off slow, but I'm trying something different this time around. It's all necessary to further the future plot. Mature readers only, though, please!

As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. It keeps me motivated in pushing out the next chapter.

Chapter One

Teeth and Claws

Raven was bleeding. Badly. She knew she was seriously injured the moment she felt metallic claws slice down her back. She knew it the instant she saw Beast Boy's eyes widen in horror. As she dropped to one knee on the pavement, she silently asked herself how she'd allowed Cheshire to get so close to her. It was a rookie mistake, one she was beyond making.

Her eyes lifted from the sidewalk she knelt on to see Beast Boy racing in her direction in cheetah form. He leapt over her head, tackling Cheshire to the ground just as the woman was about to take a slicing blow to the back of Raven's skull.

Wincing at the close call, Raven shakily pushed herself to her feet and turned toward the battle. She was hurt, but she couldn't afford to leave her teammate on his own. And he would be on his own if she didn't jump back in. Robin and Starfire were in Mexico working on something for Batman. It was a nice excuse for the pair to take a mini-vacation together, to get to actually live like a couple for once instead of part of a larger team. Cyborg had been called away to Titans East to help with a computer emergency.

It had been quiet the past few weeks, with only a handful of robberies. She and Beast Boy had assured the others they could handle things for a few days while everyone was away. And they had—until now. They hadn't foreseen the assassin coming to town and wreaking havoc. Even so, they'd successfully stopped her from reaching her target. All that was left to do was restrain and capture her for the police who waited patiently nearby. This was where the trouble had come in.

Stumbling forward, she moved toward the fight just as Beast Boy lunged backward out of the reach of a massive claw that swiped out at his midsection.

As he came to stand just in front of her and to the right, he sent Raven a stern look over his shoulder. "Sit down, Raven. I've got this."

"I'm not going to—"

"Raven, sit down. Now."

She blanched at his barked order. She'd never heard Beast Boy make demands like that before, and it startled her. It was surprise alone that made her obey. But she didn't so much as sit as she did collapse. Her knees buckled and she dropped to the pavement.

She could feel cool air racing along the exposed skin of her back, could feel blood rolling down her tattered uniform. Her hands balled into fists on the sidewalk and she looked up weakly through a mess of purple hair.

Beast Boy was now a massive, green gorilla. Cheshire swiped at him with her metallic claws, but he battered her hand away. As soon as her arm was no longer in a position to defend herself, he gripped her around the waist with an enormous hand and lifted her off the ground.

She started to holler out some taunt to him, but in uncharacteristic fashion, Beast Boy didn't give her a chance to speak. He slammed her body down into the ground. Then he lifted and slammed her again.

On the second slam, Raven could tell by the woman's limp appendages that she was unconscious.

Beast Boy suddenly shrank, becoming his usual self again, but he wasn't done. With a cry of rage, he punched Cheshire across the face. He shook her like a rag doll in his fists, screaming out his fury to the unconscious woman. He only relented when a Jump City officer rushed in and untangled him from the assassin.

Garfield stumbled back, shock and horror on his face at his own actions. When the officer motioned to Raven, Beast Boy nodded and backed away. Still looking shaken, he hurried over to Raven's side and dropped to a knee beside her in the street. "Raven…"

She made an attempt at bravery and pushed to her feet. But she immediately wobbled and would have fallen had his arms suddenly not shot out and grabbed her around the middle. The instant his uniform sleeve touched her skewered back, she let out an embarrassing exclamation of pain.

"I'm sorry!" he cried, adjusting his grip to avoid touching her mangled back. She noticed as his hands shifted that his gloves were covered in blood—her blood. "I need to get you back to the Tower. Can you teleport us?"

She opened her mouth to say yes, then faltered. Her head felt dizzy. She knew she had to be losing a lot of blood. Her powers were weakened, but one quick shot to the Tower was probably possible. "I-I think."

His arm suddenly shifted underneath her and he scooped her up into his arms, bracing her against his chest. "Just get us back to the Tower. If you can get us back, I can assess the damage…"

He wasn't even staying to talk to the arresting officer. How badly hurt was she? Closing her eyes, she focused her thoughts on the Tower. As he was the one holding her, she focused on him. She envisioned his room, the bunk bed where he normally slept. She focused on his messy living space. Then she opened a portal.

When she opened her eyes, they were in the center of his room. She was glad he was holding her, because her head swam after the use of her powers.

I will not pass out. I will not pass out. She repeated this over and over again in her head as he walked her over to his bed.

He eased her onto her belly on the comforter and she gratefully sank into it. Her bones felt achy, and her limbs trembled. She couldn't remember a time when she'd been in this much pain.

She felt the bed shift beside her and knew Beast Boy knelt next to her.

"Shit, Rae…"

Overwhelming waves of emotions slammed into her—fear, concern, rage, anxiety, disgust at what had been done to her. It was his fear that lashed at her the worst and made her clench his pillow tightly in a fist. He was so scared, and it was not an emotion she was used to picking up from the changeling.

"That bad, huh?" She tried to force a teasing note into her voice, but he didn't bite. His response came grim and full of worry.

"I've never done stitches before, Raven. That's usually Cy's department. I'll do whatever I can, but…" His voice trailed off nervously. He slipped from the bed and rummaged in his desk drawer.

She peeked an eye open to look at him. Blood caked the front of his uniform where he'd cradled her against his chest. The sight made her stomach roll uncomfortably and she was forced to squeeze her eyes closed again.

"I need to cut you out of this," he said as his weight pressed against the bed again.

She gave a mumbled sound of permission. She was perfectly comfortable with her body, and though she wouldn't normally be okay with Beast Boy seeing her naked, this wasn't exactly the time to be concerned for her modesty.

He reached around her to unclasp her cloak before tossing the tattered cloth aside.

Her fingers tightened around his pillow as he slid the scissors he'd grabbed from the drawer under the edge of her uniform. The metal was cold against her skin, but more alarming was the pain that seared through her as he cut. Lifting the cloth away from her skin tugged at the torn flesh, sending wave after wave of agony slamming into her. She buried her teeth into his pillow to keep from screaming.

She could feel his fingers trembling as he cut away her clothing, could feel his overwhelming emotions battering at her. It was like a sensory overload, and her head swam. Unconsciousness threatened, but she fought back against it. She would not pass out and leave this all on him. She refused. She could handle this.

The instant he finally peeled her destroyed uniform away, she felt a cool breeze against her back and a sense of relief.

He hesitated, then a moment later lifted up the back of her bra and cut through that as well. "It's already torn up," he informed her, as if she were in any position to protest. He carefully peeled her bra away from her back, relieving her of the tug and pull of the fabric.

Now that her skin was free from clothing, the crushing pain began receding. She relented her bite on his pillow, but her hands remained balled into fists.

When he asked for permission, she eased up slightly from the blanket to help him rid her of the clothing. It hit the floor with a wet plop and she tried very hard not to think about the fact that it was all her blood making that sound.

"I need to clean out the wound," he said, climbing up from the bed, just as she lowered herself back to the mattress. "I can't see—can't see around all the blood."

She nodded against his pillow in understanding. Already, she could feel her flesh netting back together. Now that the ruined cloth was out of the way, her body was able to freely begin the healing process. She was thankful it hadn't tried to heal before now and gotten scraps of clothing sealed inside her mended skin. Magic was intriguing like that.

The bed shifted again and a moment later she felt the pressure of a warm cloth sliding along her back. She hissed softly at burning sensation it sent along her torn flesh, but she could tell he was barely putting any pressure on her wounds. He was trying his hardest not to hurt her, so banishing him to a trash hole probably wasn't the most mature thing to do.

So instead, she gritted her teeth and tightened her grip on his pillow.

Agonizing minutes went by that felt more like hours. He carefully wiped at the blood, and she tried her hardest not to punch him every time she experienced a jolt of pain. They remained in this pattern, in silence, before he finally broke the quiet.

"This isn't possible…"

"What?" she asked warily. She could not handle more bad news right now.

"It's…" His fingers trailed over her back. "This was way worse."

Relief filled her and she let out a long exhale. "Healing powers, remember?"

"But still…" He let out a shaky exhale of his own, his fingers trailing again along her back. "I just… I can't believe it." He shook his head then reached to his bedside drawer. "Despite the fact that you no longer look like you fell into a meat grinder, I want to put some ointment on this. It's stuff Cy custom-made for me in the Med Bay. He tailored it to my own brand of super hero skin, but it'll work better than any over the counter human crap I could give you."

She almost fought it, telling him she would heal fine on her own, but she understood she'd been hurt rather badly. And he was still shaken. Conceding to this was something she could do to help ease his concerns. Besides, the ointment could only help. Settling into the blankets, she remained silent, allowing him to do what he felt needed to be done.

She flinched at the first touch of the cold ointment, but gave no other indication she even noticed it. More troublesome than the pain in her back was the onslaught of emotions he was still barraging her with. She could tell he no longer feared she was gravely injured, but he still hit her with a plethora of different emotions. Witnessing her injury had obviously rattled him.

"I'm okay, Gar," she finally mumbled, surprised to find it was her offering him comfort in this situation. Normally, she would have told him to simply get over it, that she was fine, but normally he was better at reigning in his emotions than this. "I heal quickly."

"That's besides the point," he whispered, smoothing his hand gently along her back as he applied the ointment. "You shouldn't have even been in a position to get injured to begin with. Why don't these people ever quit? Why do they feel the need to hurt, to take advantage of others?"

"Hey, now," she said gently, pressing up on an elbow now that the pain wasn't so overwhelming. "You're starting to sound jaded. That's not like you." She hated to hear the usually exuberant Titan sound so down. "This is the job we signed up for. We knew what we were getting into, the risks. And I'm going to be fine. It barely even hurts anymore."

"When I saw…" His palm pressed flat against her waist, his fingers curling over her ribs. "When you went down, it scared me. More than I thought it ever would have."

She was startled to feel his bare hand against her. She knew it shouldn't have been a surprise that he took his gloves off to spread the ointment along her injuries, but it suddenly hit her that she'd never seen his bare hands. And that was something odd. They lived together, and she'd never seen his hands before? It made the way he touched her feel even more intimate.

Or maybe it was just that the way he was touching her was intimate. His right hand continued to grip her waist while his left trailed gently down her spine, over her mending skin. She might have scolded him, but she could still feel his near panicked emotions rolling off of him, and it made her breath catch in her throat. They were a team. They all cared if one of them got hurt, but since when did he care this much?

His fingers caressed over her shoulder, along the inside of her arm. He took his time touching her, caressing her, his fingers slowly exploring her body. She was surprised to find herself easing into his touch. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down, fighting against her usual urge to pull away. The sensation of his fingertips traveling over her sensitive skin felt so good, so reassuring. Was it so wrong to let him comfort her after the day they'd had?

But then his fingertips brushed over the side of her breast.

She froze beneath him and held her breath…but she didn't tell him to stop. Heat pooled between her legs at the unexpected and very sexual touch from him. She was so stunned that he'd had the nerve to do such a thing, that she couldn't find the words to reprimand him.

Emboldened by her lack of protest, the backs of his fingers slid along her breast again.

Raven opened her mouth, about to protest his wandering hand, but a wave of desire slammed into her from him. It hit her senses and stripped her of coherent thought, left her dizzy. The emotions being practically shouted at her were not something felt by someone who was just a friend. Nor was it strictly human. There was an animalistic feel to his emotions, a biological drive spurred by his fear.

With a low, primal growl, his hand ran down her waist, over her hip. He slid his palm along the rounded globe of her ass before his finger traced down the line of her thong underwear.

She shivered and found herself arching up against his touch with a little whimper.

Her reaction caused a spike in his arousal and he flipped her to her back. Her newly mended flesh gave a quick throb of discomfort, but it was a good sort of pain. It was a worthwhile ache, because it granted her the opportunity to see the wildness in his eyes. It was a look she'd never witnessed before, not without the appearance of the Beast. She knew in that moment his animal instincts were driving him, and what they wanted was clear in his jade gaze.

She squirmed under its intensity, allowing herself to be swept up in the whirlwind of his fear, his desperation, his desire. Her injury had obviously scared him shitless, and he wasn't quite in control of his reaction to that. There was something very arousing in the untamed look in his eyes, and it had her chest rising in a sharp inhale.

"Don't ever scare me like that again," he growled.

Then his mouth was on hers—crushing, demanding, claiming. He devoured her with a predatorial growl, claiming her mouth with his as he pressed his groin down against hers. She had no choice but to respond…not that she had any desire to do otherwise.

She pushed back at him, her teeth biting into his lower lip. She was fairly certain she'd never seen this much intensity from him before—not even on the battlefield. Having it directed at her was a turn on. A big one.

In one swift move, he shoved her arms above her head. She followed his silent instruction and let them rest there, her knuckled brushing the headboard. Biting her lip, she watched as he trailed his hands down her body, tracing her curves as his eyes all but devoured the sight of her nearly naked form.

Then he followed the trail his gaze had taken with his mouth, kissing his way down her throat, between her breasts. Down he went, leaving a trail of kisses over her stomach, his tongue flicking into her bellybutton. She squirmed when he reached the top of her panties, the feel of his lips tickling skin unused to being touched by anyone other than her.

Lifting up, he shifted his right hand into a claw. Using a sharpened nail, he sliced through the thin strap along her hip. Moving to the other side, he ripped the fabric there as well. Returning his hand to its normal state, he tugged at the now shredded material until it came away from her body. Then he tossed it over his shoulder.

His emerald eyes locked onto hers for one long moment, as if he were waiting for her to tell him to stop.

She stared back, her violent gaze holding his. She knew this was a terrible idea. It never went well when friends slept together. But she'd never had a man look at her the way he was. She didn't want it to stop. All she could think about was how good his hands felt as they smoothed along her hips, how warm and wet his tongue had felt against her bare stomach.

His lips quirked into an all too familiar smirk—one that was usually accompanied by a stupid joke—then he lowered his head to her now exposed body.

The first touch of his tongue against her had her back bowing off the bed.

He chuckled low in his throat, the sound wholly sexual, then flicked his tongue out again.

She sucked in a sharp gasp and went to wiggle due to the intense pleasure, but his fingers tightened over her hips, holding her still. She moaned at this, tilting her chin up to the sky as he flicked his tongue over her again. Suddenly, she didn't care that they were supposed to be just friends. She just wanted him to keep going.

He didn't disappoint. After receiving only positive responses to his bold move, he doubled his efforts. His tongue ran up the length of her before circling her clit. Over and over again, he did this, changing rhythm every time she started building toward completion. It was like he was purposely keeping her unsteady, unsure of his next move. He lapped at her, broadening and narrowing the curve of his tongue at unexpected intervals.

It was when he slipped a finger inside of her that she couldn't remain with her arms draped above her. With a breathy whimper, she lowered her hands to his head. Her fingers ran through locks of green hair, and she watched mesmerized as the silky fineness glided through her digits.

Beast Boy growled—growled—at the way she tugged her fingers through his hair. His tongue pressed more firmly against her, tormenting her, teasing her, and driving her higher.

Her hips arched up off the bed to meet his thrusting finger and tongue. Her own fingers clenched in his hair, urging him on. His name slipped breathily past her lips, startling her.

If anyone would have told her she'd be moaning Garfield's name in the throes of passion, she would have called them a liar. But here she was, her hips rising and falling in time to his ministrations. Her heart pounding in her chest because of what he was doing to her.

It was almost a sensory overload. And it was made all the more alluring because she knew what they were doing was wrong. It was wrong, but neither could reign themselves in. They'd had a scare and it had driven them to do something so very out of character. She couldn't focus on their repercussions of their actions though. She couldn't think past the pleasure.

He added a second finger inside of her and swiveled his tongue in just the right way, catching her off guard. He'd been slowly driving her high and higher, but that sudden movement shoved her toward the precipice.

"Holy shit." Her grip tightened in his hair and her back arched again. Her eyes rolled back and her lashes fluttered closed. "Please." She was begging Beast Boy for release. Had she not been so thoroughly invested in her approaching orgasm, she would have been mortified. "Please… Please…"

His fingers thrust deeply into her as his tongue teased her. Higher. Higher.

Orgasm hit her in wave after vicious wave. She cried out, her toes curling and her fingers gripping tightly to his hair.

He didn't relent, his mouth devouring her until every last spasm had faded away.

Raven lay panting against his sheets, her heart pounding violently in her chest. As her body slowly came down, her mind tried to process that she'd just had the most intense orgasm of her life at the hands of Beast Boy.

She wasn't a virgin. She'd hooked up with a few guys when the Titans traveled to other cities, just to experience what Starfire claimed was the "greatest experience of her life". Raven had wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

She'd found her experiences…rather lacking.

They'd been nothing like this. Beast Boy had been able to bring her more pleasure with just his tongue than any of the other guys had in her entire experience with them.

And speaking of Beast Boy…

He crawled his way up her body, his green eyes dancing with arousal and pride. He held himself up above her on his arms, staring down at her with a heated question in his eyes. When she stared silently back at him, giving no protest, he grinned.

Then he lowered himself to her, his mouth attacking hers once more. He caressed his tongue along hers, and Raven could taste herself on him. It brought a moan of surprise from her throat, which he swallowed up with his next kiss.

His hips pressed into hers and she could feel the hard length of him through his uniform. It was startling to realize he was still fully clothed while she lay naked beneath him. It made her feel so decadent and…naughty. She was no longer surprised to find that not only did she return his heated kiss, but her hands also reached for the zipper of his uniform.

Before she could second guess herself, she eased it slowly downward. She exposed his chest, his deliciously toned abs, silently thanking Robin for all the training days he forced them to participate in. She pulled his zipper down to his hips, until their bodies blocked any more progress.

Her small hands pressed inside, shoving the material away from his shoulders. "Off," she demanded.

He was more than happy to oblige. He rolled off of her only long enough to kick off his boots and tug his uniform down his thighs. He kicked it off, letting it hit the floor with her own discarded clothing.

He settled back in against her in nothing but his boxer briefs. Though the material did nothing to hide his arousal.

She could feel his erection through the cotton material as it pressed against her, begging for attention. She wanted to explore the rest of him first though. Her hands traveled up his back, feeling the sinewy muscle under his mint-colored skin.

As she grazed her nails along the back of his neck, their tongues continued to dance, vying for dominance. She could still feel the desperation in him, as if he feared he might still lose her to injury. It drove him, spurred him to do things he normally wouldn't ever dare.

He nudged her with his erection, pressing it into her hip.

She made a soft sound of approval and slid her hands back down his spine. She slipped them into his briefs until she cupped his backside. It was strong and firm, and she loved the feel of it in her hands. She was fairly certain she'd never be able to look at him from behind again without picturing this moment. She squeezed him in her palms before tugging him forward, rocking his hips into hers.

He growled, and she felt what little restraint had remained to him slip. "Raven…"

She was glad. She wanted that restraint gone. She wanted the animal underneath. She tugged frantically at his briefs in an attempt to pull them off. She'd just managed to get them past his hips when he surged forward and shoved his way inside of her.

She gave a startled cry. She'd known where this was leading, but his sudden, hard thrust had caught her unaware. There was no gentle easing. It had been hard and sudden and oh so delicious.

He muted her cries with his mouth, devouring any sound. His thrusts came forceful and hard, his body slamming into hers.

And she willingly took everything he had to give. It was a release of all of their fear, all of their stress. She felt her pain, her worries, everything fading away with each rough slam of his hips into hers. She dug her nails into his back and knew she had to be piercing skin. "Yes… Yes…"

The headboard slammed into the wall, but still they didn't stop. He went harder, faster. Until she felt that familiar sensation building again. "More," she whispered in his ear. "Yes."

His fingers dug into her hips with bruising force, and her nails dragged down his back. Then he did something unexpected. Leaning down over her throat, he licked the side of her neck. Then he sank his teeth into her shoulder.

He claimed her in such a primal, animalistic way that it threw her over the edge. Orgasm slammed into her and she screamed, gripping tightly to his shoulders. She trembled around him, her inner muscles gripping his erection.

She was still spasming when he suddenly flipped her to her stomach. Her eyes widened in surprise as he tipped her hips up, arching her backside. Then he drove back into her.

Her muscles spasmed again as a second wave of pleasure rocketed through her. "Gar!" She gripped the sheets in her fists and buried her cheek into his pillow.

He slammed into her once, twice. She lost count after a while and just gave herself over to the sensation of his forceful invasion of her body. And then he came with a primitive growl that reverberated through his chest. She whimpered as he spilled himself inside of her, releasing all of his pent-up emotions.

She remained as she was when he collapsed down against her back, her entire body quivering from the burden of their joining. It was a pleasurable sort of shaking, like her muscles felt well worked and beyond satisfied. She closed her eyes and panted breathlessly into his sheets.

She could feel his labored exhales hot against the back of her neck, and it drew a shiver from her. Even that simple sensation felt heightened after what they'd just done. Her entire body felt sensitized, and even the simplest of movements from him sent more shockwaves of pleasure through her lower body.

His lips grazed against her shoulder, and his fingertips caressed the faint marks where Cheshire had raked her with her claws. Stroke after gentle stroke brushed along her back, tenderly grazing where her injury had been. "I'm sorry, Raven," he whispered against her skin.

She kept her eyes closed as she attempted to relearn how to breathe. What he'd done, taking her from behind like that without even a warning or permission… Well, it was something most girls might not be all right with. Especially their first time with a guy. But everything in her felt satisfied and content. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this relaxed.

It actually brought a smile to Raven's lips and had her chuckling into his pillow. "For what Cheshire did to me or for that?" They both knew what she meant by that—their spontaneous and rather wild sex.

"For Cheshire. That was far too good to need an apology." She heard the amusement in his voice and felt his smile against her shoulder.

She offered a content smile of her own and nuzzled deeper into his pillow. She allowed her body to fully relax into the bed, her muscles becoming like jelly. She wasn't sure how long they remained that way, him half on top of her, before he softly said, "We should shower."

"Hmm?"

"Shower." He slowly eased out of her, sending another jolt of pleasure through her. Then he lifted up from the bed and stood beside it, gazing down at her.

Now that the act was over, she felt her desire for modesty creeping back in. Was he seriously suggesting they shower together? The two of them? "Um…"

Beast Boy rolled his eyes. "I've already seen—and tasted—every inch of you. We're both covered in blood and…other bodily fluids. We need to clean up." He shrugged a shoulder. "I…I know you're okay, but I'd still feel better having you close by. Just to ease my fears that you aren't quite healed up yet."

She stared at him for a moment before slowly bobbing her head. Most of his emotions had ebbed with his release, but she could still feel some remaining concern pressing at her psyche. It wouldn't hurt to stick close to him for a bit longer if it would make him feel better. "Yeah. Okay. Let's shower."

Easing up from the bed, she tried not to show just how sore she was. She didn't want him to regret the vigor with which he'd used to pleasure her. She also didn't want him to notice that her back was still a little tender, especially after the friction against his blankets it had just suffered.

So, keeping her expression carefully neutral, she followed him to his bathroom.

The room was thankfully cleaner than she expected. There were no wet towels on the ground, no dirty socks left abandoned. It was actually rather clean…for Beast Boy.

She marveled at this as he fiddled with the handles of the shower, adjusting the water temperature until steam began rising into the air.

"I figured hot would be better for you," he said, sounding almost a little shy now that they were face to face—and still naked—in his bathroom. "It should ease the rest of the tension out of your back, help the muscles relax."

She bobbed her head again. "Thanks." When he motioned her forward, she stepped into the shower, under the gloriously heated water. She let out a sound of contentment and tipped her head back, letting the water soak into her hair.

While she reveled in the feel of the heat, he placed a steadying hand on her hip before easing in beside her.

She dominated the majority of the water, but he didn't seem to mind. His lips were quirked in amusement as he watched her. "I think you're enjoying that as much as you did the sex."

Her brows shot up at his casual comment. There was no shy laugh, no rubbing at the back of his neck in embarrassment. This bolder Beast Boy intrigued her, and she wondered how long it would last.

He gave a sheepish smile before snatching a bottle of shampoo up from a rack and handing it over to her. "Wash up."

She took it and squeezed some of the liquid into her palm before handing the bottle back. "Shampoo and bodywash combo. Fancy," she teased as she lathered it between her hands.

He squeezed some into his own palm before replacing the bottle on the rack. "I'll have you know I buy this because I like the scent. Sense of smell is a big deal to me. Too strong, and I get headaches. Too diluted and I feel like I don't really get clean. It's a tough balance."

As she massaged the shampoo into her hair, she sent him a curious look. She'd never really thought about that. His sense of smell was very acute. Some of the scents that the rest of them didn't even blink at could possibly be unpleasant for him. It was interesting to think about. "What's the worst smell around here?"

"Hands down, Robin returning from the training room. That dude has no quit in him. I swear he doesn't stop until he sweats out half his body weight."

Raven snickered, surprised to find they could have a normal conversation right now after everything they'd just done. Especially while showering together. "Best smell in the Tower?"

"You."

Her heart stopped and her gaze lifted to his. Just like that, the normalcy was gone. "Excuse me?" she asked in surprise. She'd been expecting him to say tofu or pizza, something casual. Not…that.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

She stared at him for a moment in silence. Then she slowly shook her head. "No. It's fine. I…" She smiled lightly. "That's flattering." She shrugged. "It's good to know I don't smell like…well, like Robin returning from the gym."

"You don't," he said with a crooked grin. Leaning in, he sniffed playfully at her shoulder. "You smell like—" And just like that, his smile fell. His pupils dilated right before her eyes. He gave a low growl and swept forward.

His arms wrapped around her, hauling her up against his chest. Then his nose buried in her hair and he inhaled. "You smell like me." He gave a helpless groan and one of his hands snaked into her hair, tugging lightly until her head fell back. "You smell like my sweat. Like my soap. I'm all over you."

She stared up into his widened eyes and saw his Beast just under the surface. She saw his primal need to claim, to dominate, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

"I'm sorry, Raven," Beast Boy whispered. Then his hands were suddenly gripping her thighs and he lifting her off of the shower floor. He wrapped her legs around his waist before spinning and slamming her up against the shower wall.

She let out a soft squeak of surprise at the cold tile against her back. But it was quickly replaced with arousal as she felt him growing hard again. They'd barely finished their first encounter fifteen minutes beforehand, and he was revving up for round two.

"Don't be sorry," she whispered in return, her arms wrapping around his neck and her fingers gliding through his now clean hair. "I'm not." She arched against him, whimpering when his chest slid across hers, hardening her nipples. She hooked her feet behind his back and then tugged his mouth in toward hers for a kiss.

Using one hand under her butt to keep her lifted, he guided himself to her opening with his other. And just like that, he was back inside of her.

Raven hissed in pleasure, biting at his lower lip. She clung to him, giving a soft, embarrassing whine as he began moving inside of her. She'd never experienced anything like this before in her life. It made every other sexual experience she'd had seem…tame. She'd never been brought to such heights before. Hell, no guy had ever put his mouth on her like Garfield had earlier.

He thrust into her, slamming her against the wall, driving all thought besides the feel of his body out of her mind.

Hot water rained down between them, washing away the last traces of soap, but the scent remained in the air around them. His shower gel clung to her skin, driving his animalistic need. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply. "Raven…"

"Gar…" Her skin was already overly sensitized from their first encounter, so each thrust sent a ripple of pleasure through her. She could feel herself quickly getting closer and closer to release. She wasn't sure if he was just that good at it, or the guys she'd been with had been that bad. Or perhaps it was because he was a friend. She trusted him and he knew her, so there was none of that awkward fumbling of strangers. Maybe it was a combination of all of it. She didn't know. Nor did she care. She just wanted him to keep going.

His hand slammed into the shower wall as he braced himself better, and she heard the sound of cracking tile. She was pretty sure it was the sexiest sound she'd ever heard in her life. That was until he growled in her ear and proved her wrong.

"I'm so close," she whispered against his lips. "So close."

This caused him to still the motion of his hips. "Not here," he said, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. "Your room."

She understood the unspoken request. While he reached down to turn the shower off, she opened a portal into her bedroom.

Holding her against him, their bodies never breaking contact, he stepped through into her bedroom. She'd brought them right next to the bed, and he fell back onto it, dragging her on top of him.

Her legs slipped around his hips and she gave a soft moan at the new angle. It was deeper and gave her more control over their movements. Liking this, she rocked on top of him, rolling her hips against his.

He groaned his approval, his hands moving to cup her backside as he helped her move. He held her as tightly to him as he possibly could, driving himself as deep inside of her as was possible.

She braced her hands on either side of his head, staring down into familiar green eyes. It was rather startling, looking down at his familiar face while she took her pleasure. She'd never fantasized about him like this, even though he flirted with her incessantly. She'd just never thought anything would ever come of it, so hadn't let her thoughts wander to this. But being here, she wondered why she had denied herself something so damn amazing. Though she honestly wasn't sure if any of her fantasies had ever even come close to this. She wouldn't have been able to do him justice with a fantasy.

She moved faster, harder with each rock of her hips. He shoved up into her from below, matching her rhythm perfectly. As their pace increased, he wedged one hand between their bodies and rubbed his thumb against her clit. He stroked her in time to their thrusts and within seconds, Raven was crashing over the edge.

She gave a strangled cry of completion, her body spasming and trembling. She dragged him over the edge with her, and he tightened his grip on her backside until she knew his fingers would leave bruises.

Laughing with disbelief, she leaned down over him, her mouth attaching itself to his. She kissed him slowly, leisurely. "Beast Boy…that was…amazing."

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to his chest. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I just…I can't control myself around you sometimes. I thought I'd gotten better at keeping the Beast at bay, but he's still right there. Waiting for an opening."

"It's okay," she whispered into his neck, feeling suddenly drowsy. It had been an insane evening, and she'd worn herself out. "And that wasn't just the Beast. He may have been there under the surface, but that was you. You'd tapped into your animal side, and there's nothing wrong with that in the right circumstances. I…I liked it."

She expected some dumb comment or joke, but he merely said, "Good to know."

After that, they fell silent, listening to the other breathe.

His hands stroked gently along her back, tracing where the now invisible marks from Cheshire had earlier resided. This was how she fell asleep, naked and wrapped in his arms.

OOOOO

A few weeks had gone by, and though she'd been certain she and Beast Boy would have hooked up again, nothing more had happened between them. The first week after their encounter, they'd flirted shamelessly when their teammates weren't looking. There were small touches and lingering looks. She would purposely bend over in front of him, trying to give him an enticing view of her body. She would reach across him for things to purposely brush up against him. And he would let his hands wander when no one was watching. She'd just been waiting for them to meet up in a closet somewhere and repeat what had happened that night she'd been injured.

And then suddenly…nothing. He stopped touching her. He stopped sending her lingering looks across the room. In fact, it felt as though he started avoiding her altogether.

She would admit to being surprise, but she didn't feel hurt by this new behavior. They weren't dating. They'd made no promises to one another. They'd shared one extremely intense night together, but maybe it wasn't meant to be anything more than that.

And if that was what he wanted, she was perfectly okay with it. She wasn't sure where she saw any of it going anyway. It would have made things more complicated for sure, and she wasn't even sure she liked him like that. She'd liked what they'd done. But did she see herself in a relationship with him? Not exactly.

So when he backed off, she was perfectly content to leave things that way. She held no grudge and was actually slightly relieved that they wouldn't have to complicate things unnecessarily.

The alarm suddenly sounded, dragging her from her thoughts. She lowered her book and hurried into the OPS room, where Robin was already on one of the screens, checking out what their newest obstacle would be.

"Titans, Cheshire has been spotted in Jump City again. It appears she has another target. We need to stop her before someone gets hurt." His eyes flicked to her, and Raven nodded in understanding.

Looking at the location on the screen in front of her, she opened a portal nearby for them to slip through.

As soon as it was open, her teammates jumped into action, all of them racing through to stop the assassin before she could complete her assignment.

Raven followed them, her mind going to the injury she'd suffered last time she faced off against Cheshire. It would not be happening again. She wouldn't make the same mistake twice, and this time around she had her entire team with her.

As she closed the portal, she found her teammates already surrounding Cheshire.

She was crouched down, preparing for a fight. Her metallic claws were outstretched into the air in warning. "Titans! I've got no business with you. Go back to your Tower!"

Raven saw Beast Boy glance in her direction, worry written in his expression. She had to roll eyes at this. Just because she'd gotten hurt once didn't mean she was going to again. She was smarter than that. "Didn't we just capture and help lead to your arrest like three weeks ago? Don't you have anywhere else to go?" she grumbled irritably.

Cheshire actually stopped in her progression toward Robin and cocked her head to the side to peer at Raven in confusion. "I wasn't here three weeks ago."

Raven let out a huff. "Yes. You were. The other Titans were otherwise engaged, so Beast Boy and I took you down. Just the two of us."

"That was three months ago."

Raven frowned, suddenly feeling confused. "Three months? That's impossible…" She wracked her brain, trying to place the time in which the events they spoke of had happened. Had it really been three months? It surely hadn't felt like it, but…

"That was definitely three months ago," Cyborg said with a chuckle. "You've just been buried in your books so much you didn't notice."

"It can't be three months though…" She stood stunned as the past few months ran through her mind. Only it had been three months. She just hadn't really paid much attention to the passing weeks. They'd all blended together to the point that she hadn't really been paying attention.

And she'd missed something extremely important.

"Raven!"

She looked up just in time to have Robin tackle her to the ground. Cheshire had shot some type of energy weapon in her direction, and she'd been completely distracted.

Robin sat next to her on the ground, breathing heavily, while the rest of the team battled with the assassin. "Are you okay?" he asked. "What the hell was that?"

Raven struggled to her feet, stumbling away from him. "I…I have to go."

"What do you mean you have to go?" he asked, his eyes widening. "You can't go! We're in the middle of a battle!"

"I…I have to leave." Before he could say anything else, she opened a portal and hurried through, closing it safely behind herself.

She found herself in the center of a nearby grocery store and looked around to see if anybody was paying her any attention. She was in full uniform, so wasn't exactly discreet. Thankfully, there was only one old lady nearby, and she was thoroughly engrossed in the label of the sugar in her hand.

Raven ducked down aisles until she came to stand in front of what she'd been looking for. Swallowing thickly, she grabbed the box off the shelf and made her way toward checkout. She was filled with relief to find there was a self-checkout counter. With what she held in her hands…well, she didn't want anyone else to see. If it got to the tabloids…or someone got a picture…

Shuddering, she quickly bagged her item and scanned the card she kept tucked in the inside pocket of her uniform for safe keeping. Then she immediately opened a portal to Titans Tower.

As she followed the instructions on the box, she silently wondered if the others were okay. It was only Cheshire, but she hated leaving her teammates like that in the middle of a battle. It wasn't what a good teammate did. But she'd had a reason. A major reason.

She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to calm herself. Her hands were trembling as she clutched at the small stick. Three months. It had been three months since she'd slept with Beast Boy. And she hadn't had a period since. How had she missed this? And how could they have been so stupid? She'd always been so careful in the past, but in the heat of the moment, protection hadn't even occurred to her. She'd been so swept up in their emotions that she hadn't even stopped to consider repercussions.

She was now though. Slowly, she opened her eyes to stare down at the pink stick clutched between her hands. A small smiley face stared back at her, unaware of the fact that it had just dumped her entire life upside down. She knew exactly what the smiley face meant.

She was pregnant.