Drabble Number Three; "Love."

"Raven?"

A soft voice uplifted Raven from her book. She looked up to the green changeling with his hands clasped standing at the end of the sofa.

"Yes, Beast Boy?" Raven replied in the same manner he had, so as to not scare the boy away. She had recently realized how much she did so. She didn't want to push him away anymore when he obviously just wanted her friendship.

Beast Boy slowly sunk down onto the couch beside her, twiddling his thumbs.

"What is it, Beast Boy?" Raven asked, genuinely curious.

"Raven... What is love?"

Raven stared at him for a moment, unsure how to answer. Why was he asking her this question? He had to know that she had terrible experience with love; nobody had ever told her they loved her in her entire existance. Malchior was hardly counted as a love in her mind. She had had feelings for him, but his betrayal had washed them away until there was only a dull ache and resentment for the deception.

So now, Raven's eyebrows bunched together in the middle while she tried to think of a response for Beast Boy.

"Why are you asking me, Beast Boy?" She asked, her book lying forgotten in her lap. "I'm not sure I'm the best person to ask. I'm sure Starfire would know, and quite frankly be happy to answer you."

Beast Boy smiled. It wasn't a full-blown grin that displayed all four of his sharp canines, but a small one that showed he was amused by her response but also mysterious as well. His bottom left fang stuck out cutely over his upper lip, as always.

"But I want you to answer, Rae."

Raven blinked her violet eyes. "But why, Beast Boy? You know that I can't feel."

Beast Boy cocked his head. "But can't you?" He asked, a mysteriously knowing tone to his voice.

Raven had seen this side of Beast Boy before, but breifly. He usually kept up his charade of care-free jokester, but he had many sides to him. Such as, as Raven could remember, his sweet, caring side, which he had displayed for Terra and to comfort Raven after Malchior. There was his sad, desperate and depressed side, which he had shown after Terra's death, when he thought he had lost his fellow Titans during their battle with the Brotherhood of Evil, and when Raven had discovered a photo of his parents and questioned him of it. And there was this side. The mysterious side; Beast Boy was curiously good at keeping secrets for his personality. The knowing looks he sometimes got but couldn't be explained when it came to herself made Raven slightly uneasy. Nobody knew her better than the changeling, of that she was sure. Even without his sudden knowing looks this would be obvious.

"No, Beast Boy, I cannot."

Beast Boy's smile returned. He shook his head and crouched in front of Raven.

In a soft, sweet, but surprisingly authoritative voice, Beast Boy replied, "That's a lie, Raven."

Raven's mouth dropped open and she drew in a breath to speak, and deny his accusation. Beast Boy, however, beat her to speaking and silenced her. His hands cupped her knees and held him up as he leaned his face closer to hers.

"It is, and you know it."

Raven shifted under his hands uneasily. How could he know these things? How did he know these things?

Beast Boy saw the question in her eyes; Raven in turn saw the mysterious twinkle in his.

"B-Beast... G-Gar-," Raven sputtered.

Beast Boy smiled, though at her obvious uneasiness or that she had called him by his given name, she wasn't sure.

Needless to say, Raven was not expecting a gloved hand to move from its resting place on her knee and instead cup her cheek tenderly in the palm. His gloves were worn, and had thus lost the grippiness on the fingertips and heel of the hand that were included in all his gloves, and therefore had a softer texture.

Beast Boy did not break eye contact with Raven. She didn't break it either, as she was frozen to her spot by the boldness of her green comrade. His thumb gently and experimentally brushed over her cheekbone. Raven's breath hitched, but she didn't move to remove his hand. Beast Boy's other gloved hand inched up a few inches from her knee, stopping with his fingers splayed out, the tips reaching midway of her thigh.

He looked up from the migration of his hand to find Raven's eyes had closed. Her expression was unreadable as ever, the shock having melted away and left her face blank. In curiosity, Beast Boy rubbed his thumb affectionately against her cheekbone again.

"What are you thinking, Rae?" He whispered.

She muttered something incomprehensible before her lips stilled and she took the bottom one between her teeth. After a moment or two of biting her lip in thought, she released it from her teeth. "The real question," Raven whispered, voice wavering ever so slightly in her hushed tone, "Is what are you thinking, Beast Boy?"

Her eyes reopened at the sound of his good natured sigh. Raven focused on his affectionate, albeit slightly amused, expression.

"What do you think I'm thinking, Raven?" He kept up their hushed tone merely for fear of breaking the moment. He knew that at any moment he could be flying out the window and splashing into the bay.

Raven's head cocked a few degrees to the side, and whether it was intentional or not, when this caused her to lean her face into his touch, she couldn't deny how good - how right - it felt. She sighed and relished in the feeling for a few moments. Then she realized that during those few moments Beast Boy had been waiting for an answer. Her face flushed, knowing she had probably looked like a dimwit, unable to put together a response even given a good three minutes to do so.

"What do you think I think you're thinking?" Came Raven's response, stumbling over her words in her frenzy to make up for the time she had stayed silent.

Beast Boy chuckled softly, cradling her face in his hand. "I don't know, Rae." He said after a moment, a small smile still brightening his eyes.

Their eyes locked. There they sat for a moment, until Raven suddenly realized that Beast Boy was slowly moving closer. She dropped her eyes to his lips, then raised them back to his eyes. She did not tell him to stop. She didn't want him to stop.

When their lips met, all of Raven's shyness melted away and her hands found their way to Beast Boy's neck, one cupping the back and the fingers of the other tangling themselves into his soft hair. She allowed his tongue into her mouth with no resistance, their tongues dancing. By the time they pulled away, both were breathless and Beast Boy's hair was a mess, Raven's lips plump and pink.

"B-Beast Boy," Raven said, gasping. He hummed in response. "About your earlier question..."

His eyes found hers and he made a confused noise. His head tilted to the side in question.

"The answer is this." Raven said simply.

Beast Boy raised his eyebrows. "This is what?"

"Love." Raven replied in a whisper, as if telling a secret.

Beast Boy's head rolled back and he laughed. When he calmed, he nodded, smile in place. "It sure is, Rae," His thumb brushed over her lips. "It sure is."

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