According to Erik Erikson's stages of human development, first enumerated in Childhood and Society (1950), a young adult is generally a person between the ages of 19 and 40. He goes on to say that the young adult stage involves the personal need for intimacy and sex. Failure to achieve this need results in isolation, which is avoided, and as a result the young adult strives for love and compassion. The young adult learns that love and compassion may get him what he wants.
-Martin Briner, 1999
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The commonroom was occupied by our titans, laying about on the couch. Cyborg sat sprawled out, one arm hanging over the couch, his back pressed against Robins, who was using his as a support. Starfire lay with her head in Robin's lap, and next to her, Raven sat with her head leaning on Beast Boy's shoulder as she attempted to take a nap. All of them sat in silence, save for the quiet metallic clicking of Beast Boy's lighter as he flicked it open and closed, rolling an unlit cigarette between his fingers in his other hand. Cyborg coughed loudly and caused Robin to shift positions. Raven scratched at the scabs on her wrists without opening her eyes, sighed and snuggled closer to Beast Boy before settling again and remaining still.
On the screen was some muted soft core skin flick on Cinemax that nobody was paying attention to. Beast Boy leaned back his head on the sofa and stared up at the darkened ceiling, eyes following a fly that lazily flew in a circle around the unlit bulbs. His gaze wandered over to the digital clock on the wall that flashed 2:13 AM in pixelated red numbers. He slowly and reluctantly started to stand up, going slowly and gently to wake Raven up lightly. She yawned and blinked her half open eyes, sleepily looking up at Beast Boy who helped her get to her feet. "Come on, babe.. should go to bed," he mumbled, stifling a yawn. He sloped one of her arms around his shoulders to support her, and helped her walk out of the room. The green titan waved lazily to his teammates as the electronic doors silently shut behind him and Raven as they headed towards their room.
Robin sighed and looked at Starfire. "We should probably go to bed too.."
She nodded without a word, and stood up off of the couch, helping him up before hovering over to the door. She took his hand and helped the tired teen stumble out of the room. Cyborg looked up at the TV and then back to the pot scented detritus that surrounded the couch in hopes of finding the remote. Being unsuccessful at locating the magic television stick, he sighed in defeat. The half robotic man stood up off of the couch and walked up to the television and flicked it off manually, mumbling about how primitive and barbarian the task was, before walking back and collapsing on the couch, falling asleep instantly.
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Beast Boy slowly sauntered through the corridors of the tower with Raven, barely awake, hanging on him as he lead her to their room. He stopped at a door that had the letters "BEAST BOY" engraved into it. Underneath the neatly carved lettering was what appeared to be permanent marker, in which he had scrawled 'and Raven.' As their electronic door smoothly shut behind them, a faint click was audible as the door automatically locked for the night. Our green changeling helped his purple haired empath girlfriend out of her tight black jeans, letting them fall in a crumpled heap on the floor amongst old laundry, unfinished books and crusty socks. He then helped Raven into bed, wearing a tight black t-shirt and dark panties. He crawled in bed after her, tossing his pants out of bed and throwing his shirt after them, where they landed on a box in the corner of the room. He rolled over, facing Raven's back, and hugged her waist gently, taking place as the big spoon to her little spoon. Before he fell asleep, Beast Boy smiled at the discernable lilac smell of his girlfriend's hair amongst the unusual candle wax and wet fur scent of their room.
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Beast Boy's eyes cracked open a few hours later, the room almost pitch black. He groaned quietly as he shifted positions, stretching and forcing his eyes open. His view wandered to the alarm clock, and saw that it was only 4. "What..? I only got 2 hours of sleep?" he wondered to himself, looking around the dark room. As he shifted and turned in bed, he felt Raven stir. She rolled over to face him, the sheets wrapping tightly around her.
"Hey.. what are you doing up?" she asked groggily, rubbing her leg against his under the thin cotton sheets.
He smiled sleepily at her and kissed her forehead. "Just woke up.. Don't know why, I'm usually not due up until 11," he said thoughtfully.
The pale girl in his arms stretched and rubbed her eyes. "Yes. I am aware, Gar," she mumbled to him, her eyelids falling shut again. He chuckled quietly to himself, seeing his girlfriend so tired. He leaned closer to her and tilted his head, nuzzling against her neck. She sighed dreamily, and he softly placed his jaw on her, delicately biting into her collarbone with his animal-like fangs. She moaned quietly and cocked her head. "Garfield.." she mumbled, barely staying awake. "It's too early for that.." His tongue extended past his lips and traced on her pale skin, tracing her clavicle and up her neck.
She moaned again softly and gripped his hair in her thin hands. "Hon.." she scolded.
Before he pulled away, he placed a delicate kiss on her skin. "Oh, fine," he pouted.
She thanked him with a kiss in return as she cuddled closer, hands pressing against his firm chest as she rubbed her foot against his. "You should go back to sleep, babe.." she whispered quietly, her eyes meeting his. He smiled as his eyelids grew heavy, wrapping his arms around his love's neck. "'Kay.. you too, then.."
She nodded and yawned quietly, letting her eyes fall shut and she relaxed her body, sleep quickly taking her again. He was going to say something to her before she drifted off, but before he could form the words he slipped into unconsciousness.
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Short chapter. I was playing with how I wanted this one to open, and I felt that after that initial quote a sex scene would be a suitable introduction, but I decided that I could do that later. This is how I originally wrote this story, starting off with the couch scene. The quote was added later after I determined what this story would be called. I realize that this is a much more serious, darker story than First Date was, but I rather enjoy writing in this style. Hope you enjoy it.
HILYR
