In the next week, we try to be alone together as much as possible. We may not always have enough time to make-love, which we've made our ultimate goal in the bedroom now, but we at least settle for quickies.

There's certainly a lot more talking. We'll talk before and after and once or twice we managed to talk during, though talking during inevitably turns dirty. Like the time where I called him Gar in bed without him getting me off.

"You called me Gar." He had taunted me.

"So? You call me babe."

"Yeah, but I call you babe when we're not sleeping together," He had nibbled on my ear lobe when he said this, "You only call me Gar when I make you come."

"It does have a certain ring to it." I had admitted, "Maybe I'll use it more often."

And I do use it more often, whenever we're alone together. Beast Boy just doesn't seem to fit now. With all of the things we do together, Gar just doesn't seem to be anything boyish anymore.

The more we talk, the more we make-love, and the more we make-love, the more intimate everything becomes, and with more intimacy comes even more talking. I would call it a vicious circle, but there's nothing vicious about it.

Gar curls his hand in my hair and leans against the wall of my room, I lean against him in turn.

"Remember how I mentioned that the tower should have a library?" He asks before he kisses me.

It's a long time before I pull away, "What about it?"

"I might have mentioned it to Rob today."

I chuckle and snake my arms around his waist, "I wish I could have seen the look on his face."

Gar grins at me, "You should have seen the look on mine when he said we could build one."

I press my knee between his legs, "Getting me a library. Very Beauty and the Beast of you."

He promptly tells me that it isn't all about me and proceeds to kiss me.

"Don't worry, I won't get too smart with all that book-learning." He says when he moves to kiss my neck.

I press my hips against his, "Good, I like my little idiot."

He bites hard in response and I let out a little moan, before our communicators start buzzing. We groan with disapproval.

"If we don't die?" I ask before I pull away entirely.

"If we don't die." He smirks.

We make our way to the OPS center. I'm starting to wonder when Robin will notice we always enter together whenever there's an alert.

Gar pulls me down the hall once we're debriefed. I ache all over, and all I want to do is sleep.

"Gar," I stop him and sigh tiredly, "Let's just go to sleep."

His smile seems tired, "Not yet, trust me. I've got an idea."

I can't imagine what idea of his could be better than sleep, but when he takes me to the extra bathroom next to the evidence room that never gets used, and begins to fill the tub with hot water; I start to understand. We help each other undress, in the least sexual way possible; we're both too exhausted for any of that nonsense. The water feels awesome against my sore muscles. "Okay," I concede as I recline against him in the bath, "This was a good idea."

He chuckles as we sink deeper into the water, it comes close to reaching the rim. I rest my head against his collarbone and sigh. It's such a good idea. Even the shoulder I got shot in feels good, maybe I'll have Gar massage it later; he gives surprisingly good shoulder rubs.

"I do have one from time-to-time." He says.

His fingers curl around mine. I squeeze his hand. It's been a while since I've felt this relaxed. We should do this more often, whenever we aren't fighting crime or having sex.

"I think Robin might be starting to connect the dots." Gar mentions.

"Hmm, it's about time. I guess we should tell him soon." I swirl some water with my free hand. "He'll hate the fact that we've kept this from him."

"And what do we even tell him 'this' is?" Gar chuckles behind me, "Sure Rob, Rae and I just sleep together anytime your back is turned. What? Oh no, we're not just fuck-buddies. And no, we aren't dating either. What's that? Oh, okay, well guess it makes sense to kick me out."

"He would not kick you off the team, Gar." I squeeze his hand again.

"He'd consider it, he'd never kick you out, because your Raaaaaven" Gar moves so he can kiss my temple, and then my ear, and then my neck, "quiet, saintly, pure Raven, who of course had to be coerced into fucking nasty, dirty, trouble-making Beast Boy."

I lean into him with a small smile, "You'll be fine. Quiet, saintly, pure Raven will make sure nasty, dirty, trouble-making Beast Boy will keep his spot on the team."

"How sweet of you." He kisses my cheek and leans his head back against the wall.

"I try." I shrug.

"We'll tell Rob tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow." I agree.

We should install tubs in all the bathrooms, showers are great, but this is better. We sit there for a while, until we soak up all the heat from the bathwater. Slowly, I manage to turn without sloshing water out of the tub so I can face Gar.

"So, what I said about going to sleep." I smirk at him, "I'm not so tired now."

"Really? Me neither!" He pulls me to him, this time water sloshes out of the tub. All that work for nothing.

I have no idea what it is about being in water that makes a kiss especially great, but when we do, it's like melting. We're definitely going to do this more often. Our hands start to wander, dripping water everywhere. We couldn't care less.

Until I hear the door open. We look up, startled to see our fearless leader, with nothing but a towel on. With a red face, I realize that he sees us with absolutely nothing on. It's purely instinctual and without thought when I thrust my hand forward and my magic not only throws Robin out of the room, but slams the door and locks it.

Gar has the gall to laugh about it all.

"Well, I guess we don't have to wait until tomorrow anymore."