Beast Boy

I will never forget what we did on the roof. If she decides I am nothing to her, I will still never forget it. I will hold that close to my heart, always. She came after me, and she asked, and I delivered. It meant something. It had to. I fantasize about the taste of her mouth, and the trembling that racked her body when I did something she liked. I can still feel how warm she was against my fingers, and wet.

Not from the rain.

I open my eyes to listen to Hot Spot bitch about the cold temperature of the room, and I take another bite of my pizza. Hot strings of cheese drip down into the plate below and it takes all of my self control not to lap it up like a dog. It's perfect.

I'm having a good day.

Raven let me simply devour her for several minutes more, before we decided to get out of the rain. I cherished every second of her ever-willing body being crushed against mine. I tried not to touch her too much, just kissed her mouth. It was more than enough for her. It satisfied my urges, soothed my ego and also left me feeling high.

I wanted to follow her into her room, and I could tell she was on the verge of suggesting it, but we finally parted to shower and change on separate floors. I resisted the idea to stroke myself for about point-zero seconds, and then I gave in and did so, to the memories we'd just made. Plus a few of my own personal possibilities I threw in. I focused on the feel of her under my fingers. Twitching. Hot.

More than enough for me, too, apparently.

I'm content and clean and stuffing my face full of good junk food. Raven is sitting next to me, eating much more quietly and neatly. Neither of us can look at each other without turning red, but there is still comfort between us. I trusted her before and if anything, I trust her more now. I want to finish eating and take to her room and kiss her senseless. Among other things, if she would let me. In time.

I need to take this slow. I'm already overwhelmed. I can only imagine how she feels.

I want to hold her hand. I reach under the table and nudge her thigh. She looks at me quickly, and I gently take her fingers, giving her a questioning glance. I must look innocent enough, because she squeezes my hand and lets me hold hers while she eats with her free one. This is taking it slow, right? This is normal?

For us, it will be. I take comfort in her grip. I know she hasn't made a choice yet, so I will keep my mouth shut. I want her to say yes. I want her to say yes so badly that it's killing me not to beg her. Aqualad interrupts my thoughts and I want to slap him across the room.

"You feeling okay?" It's genuine enough, and I feel bad for nearly losing my temper. I nod and grin, probably looking more alive than I have in several days. I feel like it.

"Well I'm not," Hot Spot spits. "It's fucking freezing in here." The pizza he's holding burns to a black crisp and falls apart as he throws it onto the table. It resembles shattering glass and the burnt smell hurts my sensitive nose. The tall hothead jumps to his feet and turns on his heel, walking toward the elevator while the rest of us are left in stunned silence.

"Dude, you are such an asshole," I scoff.

"Beast Boy," Aqualad warns, while Argent just shifts uncomfortably in her seat, looking torn.

"No way," I insist. I'm not going to let this guy ruin my day. "Hot Spot is really living up to his name and it's too much. I can't work with him, none of us can work with him, if he's constantly showing distrust and having a bitchfit over everything that happens. He clearly doesn't want to be here."

"Yeah, you're right, I don't," is the answer I get from the elevator, just as it closes.

I figure it's time to speak to Robin about our new team. I haven't talked to anyone in a while, and least of all Robin. I used to call often, but it's been slowing down, the more I get used to our new post. I always check my phone for new messages from Star and Cyborg, like every few minutes, but I'm only just now thinking about my phone since earlier this afternoon. It isn't in my pocket. I figure it must be in Raven's room. I smile to myself, having found an excuse to come to her later.

I finish eating, Raven's hand warm in my palm.


"Following me, I see."

I stare up at Raven with bright green eyes, waving my tail back and forth before I let out a fearless meow. Even with the light feet of a cat, I can't fool her. I let loose a series of purrs and sit down on the floor while she looks at me, hoping to entice her soft side.

She just rolls her eyes and opens her door. She leaves it open. I pad hurriedly up to the doorway and slip through. She closes it after me and I leap onto the bed, morphing back into my human form as I land. I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling, arms over my head.

"I think I left my phone in here." What else can I start with?

"Oh, is that all?"

She doesn't mean it, I know, but I feel the need to sit up and shake my head, so I do. I stare at her as she stands in front of a full-length mirror and pulls her hood down. Her hands run through her dark violet-blue hair. It's long, reaching just past her shoulders. She looks at it like she wants to cut it all off. I bite my lip to prevent myself from telling her no.

I think it looks pretty.

"You are a beauty," I mumble. Her eyes find mine in the mirror and my ears splay backward like a dog caught staring at its owner's dinner. "You are," I repeat, and push myself to my feet so I can meander on over to her. I pause behind her and meet her gaze in the reflection. "Raven, you are beautiful."

A blush. "What are we doing?" she whispers. I feel her fingers search for mine behind her, so I hand them over. I love her hands. They are so soft and warm. Not like I expected. Mine are a bit weathered.

"We're doing whatever you want. We don't have to do anything else." I mean it. It breaks my heart to offer my soul up like that to chop in half, but I do. I want to give her everything. I need to know if I am capable of doing that for her, for my Raven.

My Raven. I like it.

"I want to kiss."

"I can do that."


I do. I kiss her. I kiss her very much.

I managed to get her to lie down beside me on her bed, on top of the blankets and pillows. No tricks. I want her to feel safe, no pressure. She props herself up on her side, as do I, and I kiss her mouth. I kiss her chin, her cheek. I go back to please her lips. They're hungry and new. Mine are greedy. Hers are desperate to learn. We're a perfect pair.

"Let me touch you," I breathe, and she throws back her cloak to reveal her pale, shapely body. I love her legs and run a hand along them. Smooth. Her breasts, covered by her uniform, tempt me, but I wait. Her hands finally reach to my chest of their own accord and she feels my heart beat while we kiss.

"This is unlike anything I've ever thought of." Her voice is calm and thoughtful. But she is dazed. I'm stealing the wind right out of her. I don't know what to say other than "yeah me too" so instead of saying anything and sounding like an idiot, my tongue slips through her lips and pokes around in exploration. I decide I will learn every curve, and I get to work on it.

"You're good at this."

I can barely understand her. Our mouths are meeting too fast. It's just a mumble into my lips. I want to tell her that she is my first real kiss that has been more than just a minute-long attempt or a childish peck, but I'm embarrassed. Even though I can tell this is her first kiss. She's learning just as fast as me and I'm starting to fall under her spell. If she were as ambitious as me, I would be on my knees right now.

I tangle a leg with hers and bring us closer. I want her uniform to be in the floor. Instead I settle for her crushing herself against me by her own will, fully clothed.

"Raven, be mine." I tangle my fingers in her hair. It's soft. All of her is soft. She is made of the finest silk. No one can tell me otherwise. The way I'm looking at her, I know I'm begging. I should be ashamed, but I'm filled with desire and something that feels like pure adoration. I consider giving her my best puppy eyes. Literally. I'm willing to turn into a dog. Would it help me or hinder me? It's a painful wait until she makes her decision.

"Okay."