Honestly this chapter is just a little bit of filler, i know what i want to do next, i'm just having trouble getting it on the page. So this is just a tide over to cast them deeper into this awkward little thing they got going on. Rating may go up soon, I don't know what i've got it at right now. It won't be anything to bad, just more mature content somewhere down the line, I just don't know how crazy people get over the rating.

Warmth hit her face, light followed. Wind breezed through her hair, and she decided now was a good time to open her eyes. Confusion fell upon her as she failed to recall how she came to be standing outside, in the forest. Gar had invited her out, but she can not remember why, or how she'd gotten here. Raven tried to rerun the events of the day in her head. When she woke up, the first thing she did was light an incense. She taken a few minutes to fully wake up before heading to the shower, and dressing for her outing.

She looked down to the deep purple sundress she was wearing, same one she remembered putting on. She remembered meeting Gar by his door, and talking about plans for the day, reminding him to grab his communicator in case they were needed. There was nothing after that, no memory of driving, walking, flying, or phasing. No memory of arriving, or what they planned on doing, or how long they'd already been here.

The smell of fresh pine and maple filled her nose, and the breeze caressed her locks softly. In a moment she felt the soft gentle breeze turn to short but heavy warm spurts, and instead of billowing past her they were aimed. The demoness spun around, coming face to face with a green furry face, that of the Beast.

"Gar?" She whispered in confusion. The beast huffed out another breath, looking over her, walking around and gazing at her from every angle. She felt odd, she felt embarrassed and warm and slightly impatient; as if she was awaiting a score or prognosis. Finally he came up to nuzzle her neck, forcing her head to the side to allow more access. She didn't fight him, in fact, she welcomed the loving gesture, twirling her fingers through his soft green coat. He almost let out a purr.

The mammoth sized green beast nuzzled harder, holding her, as the force of his weight forced her to the ground. He nipped lightly along her neck and she froze, unsure what to do, unsure how to react. This was the Beast, not Garfield, not her teammate, not her best friend, nuzzling and biting gently at her neck… but they were the same being. That being said, would it matter which one was nipping at her neck? This was something she couldn't let happen.

The normally dangerous claws of the beast rested on her stomach, circling the fabric of the sundress, and she tried to focus more on ending the situation rather than the comprehension of how the beast was acting oddly human right now. His circles danced lower, his target was fairly obvious. And when they reached the mark Raven felt the single digit over her more sensitive area like she'd just been caught in a spot light while escaping prison.

In that moment, that single circle, that single feeling, Raven jolted upward, and found herself back in her bed with a loud gasp. She breathed heavily a few times, trying to even out the supply and demand for her lungs and brain. It shook her, when she noticed it, but the feeling was still there, inside her, the warm anxious excitement. Her fingers had a slight tingling, and her hair was standing up on end from her head, down to the stubble on her legs.

There was a knock on the door, three to be exact, pretty centered on the door, but slightly closer to the side it would open from. Beastboy knocked like that. "Rae? I was sleeping in my room, pretty soundly actually, and uh, the bed started to shake?" He sounded unsure of how to describe his situation. "I didn't know if you were in trouble or if you were playing a prank on me." Though he was on the other side of the door, she could tell he was rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, and probably blankly staring at his hand while he spoke.

Raven made her way to the door, and commanded it open, by the look on his face; he'd seen the distraught look on her face. "It's a rough night for me." She concluded deadpan.

"Everything alright? Anyway i can h-" He froze, the smell hit him hard, not in longing waves, not in the rising tides, and not in cascading blankets. The smell of her arousal hit him like a baseball to the forehead, nearly knocking him back. His entire face blushed red, and his offer to help was lost from his mind, and he contemplated either running before his instincts kicked in, or trying to overcome them.

Sensing this, the empath reached a hand forward, thumb grazing the center of his forehead and other fingers lying to his temple. She fed him with feelings of calmness, of serenity, and took some of them in herself. She stepped aside to let him in, and with some hesitance he followed. She returned to her bed, sitting cross legged in the center, while he rested on the edge of the mattress.

They rested in silence a moment, unsure of what to say, seconds turned to 3 minutes, and finally Raven spoke. "It was a dream I had." Her voice was as soothing as always, despite her mind screaming at her and shaking her cerebral cortex. "You were part of it, so i imagine my powers reached for you in the night, and that is why your bed was shaking. I apologize for waking you."

Beastboy mused on how nice it was that Raven didn't beat around the bush, that she didn't lie and say nothing happened, or try to drag out the conversation, because honestly, he was exhausted. "What was the dream about?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"I mean, if i was in it, it's only fair i know." He concluded to her.

"I don't know if you want to know."

"I do." he countered back without missing a beat, the look on his face was absolute seriousness, and the way his head was tilted to the side made Raven believe he was silently begging. She sighed heavily and leaned over to him, placing a hand on either side of his head, she closed her eyes, and poured the dream into him, after seconds he jumped up, presumably at the same spot she had.

"You, uh. You're attracted to- that's what gets you… going?" He paced around the same three steps a few times,

"I believe the dream, was just my mind telling me why on recon i did what i did." She explained, Gar waited for her to continue. "I see the Beast as no threat, i see that he will not harm me, and that is why in the forest i was so okay with- what almost happened."

The green changeling, stopped pacing, and nodded in acceptance, they remained silent, and both gave thought to the next move. "Are you sure it's not just your mind telling you how dashingly attracting you think i am, or at least the thing." He emphasized thing to show that he still had distaste for it. Raven gave an annoyed smile and crossed her arms.

"In the way of form, i'd rather have you than Beast."

"Oh, so you're turned on by me." He leaned over and got in her face, smiling cocky and waggling his eyebrows. "If that's what you're going to take from the conversation, so be it." She refused to let him win, refused to become stammered or nervous.

"Well that's what i'm going to tell myself tonight when i'm back in bed." He winked. He actually winked, and there it was, the red face and frozen response from Raven. He laughed, and scurried out of her room, stopping at the door when she called his name. A more serious look on her face this time.

"Gar, You know i can't… I mean," She trailed off before coming back again in a small disappointed tone, "I'm sorry." But she couldn't meet his gaze, she felt ashamed of herself, for feeling this way when she shouldn't for tell him, and getting his hopes up nothing. She waited for him to say something bold, or make a joke, or do something to inappropriately lightly the mood.

It never came though, instead in a firm voice, "Thank you." and he was out the door, leaving Raven to wonder why in the world he was thanking her.