Hello all!
I finally wrote a chapter that lives up to it's T rating. Nothing bad really, just awkward teenagers awkwardly expressing their hormones with a side of dumb humor. Hope you enjoy it!
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He's standing in what seems to be his biology class on the third floor, and the bell just rung for what he assumes to be lunch period. He glances out the window and briefly watches all the crowd of students spilling out of main entrance of the school to the bright outdoors.
He's pretty sure he's dreaming right now, because one, he doesn't go to high school; two, if he did go to high school, he's pretty sure Slade wouldn't be his biology teacher and Mento wouldn't be the principal; and three (and perhaps most importantly), if he were to go to high school with Raven, there's no way in Hell that Raven would hike up her schoolgirl uniform skirt that high.
He ponders that third point briefly. Well, she does wear a leotard, that's already revealing. And that's pretty much like underwear, right? How can she even fit actual underwear under that thing? Then again, he manages to wear boxers under his superhero uniform, so maybe the laws of physics or whatever science term that dictates how you're able to fit looser underwear under tighter clothing don't apply to them-
"Beast Boy."
"Huh? Uh, what?"
"You do know this your dream, right? You don't have to waste your time picturing my underwear, you can just ask to see it."
"Wait, wha-"
She takes off her tie and starts unbuttoning the top button of her white collared shirt, and he makes a strange strangled sound he's glad no one is around to hear.
"Whoa, wait, wait a minute! What are you doing!"
She gives him her usual annoyed look. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
"I-uh-you, uh, t-taking off, u-uh,"
"Nice to know you're just as eloquent and well-spoken in your dreams as you are in person." She returns her attention to the second button on her shirt, now undone.
"Wait, hold on a minute! What's going on here? Why are you...undressing and why are we in high school and why are you getting naked and topless and UNDERWEAR and TOPLESS-"
Her deadpan stare stops his mini-rant midsentence, and she lets out a long-suffering sigh.
"Ok," she begins, "This is a dream. You are a teenage boy, you like schoolgirl uniforms for whatever reason, and it would appear that you attracted to me in real life. So here we are."
His mouth hangs open at her for a bit.
"W-wait, so then how do you know this a dream? Why do I know it's a dream?"
She shrugs. "Lucid dreaming, I suppose. As for me, I don't know. You should ask yourself, since it is your dream, not mine."
Before he can ask any more questions, she steps closer to him, her hands running down his chest before she brings them back up and begins unbuttoning his shirt.
"Do you understand now?"
There's that strangled sound again.
"Y-yeah…"
"Good."
His head is spinning from what's happening, and he's trying to remember what the hell lucid dreaming is again as Raven is tugs off his shirt, but he decides to worry about that later because Raven is touching his bare chest and her shirt is unbuttoned and oh God this is awesome. And what's the harm in letting this happen if it's just a dream, right?
It's when his hands start sliding up underneath her shirt to run along her back that he briefly muses how Dream Raven's powers don't go haywire when they're doing this.
Raven's powers. Her cool telekinesis and her creepy teleportation thing and her empathy, and that one time she looked into Cyborg's dream about Jinx and teased him as revenge for that time he put tabasco sauce in her tea for April Fools Day- Holy shit, RAVEN CAN LOOK INTO DREAMS.
He chokes briefly before he can form a coherent sentence.
"NO WE CAN'T DO THIS-" he yells suddenly as he pushes Raven off him in a panic.
"Beast Boy! What the hell are you-"
"LOOK, SEE RAVEN, NO TOUCHING, NOPE, NONE AT ALL," he holds up both his hands in the air, shouting at the sky to some invisible source.
Dream Raven regards him for a moment, no doubt wondering if he's completely lost it, before an angry look come across her face.
"First of all, I'm sure my real life counterpart has better things to do than to look in on your dreams, of all the people, second-"
"Holy crap, we can't do this Dream Raven, ok holy shit Raven's gonna KILL me, and it's not you, don't get me wrong, 'cause this is seriously like, the greatest dream ever and you're totally hot and stuff and if this was real, I'd totally wouldn't push you off or anything, but I really REALLY need to wake up now, and how you do that and whatamigonnadoohgodi'mgonnadie-"
"To wake up, you could simply jump out the window, I suppose." Dream Raven responds in a deadpan tone. She brushes off her skirt briefly before looking up to see Beast Boy no longer standing in front of her. She turns to her side to see Beast Boy jumping off the third floor window.
"I WASN'T BEING SERIOUS, YOU IDIOT-"
A flash, and Beast Boy's eyes fly open with a start.
He's fallen off his bed, and he sits up to crack his sore back. He's not entirely sure how he's managed to simultaneously have one of the best and worst dreams of his life, but he supposed that if anyone could pull that off, it'd be him. He morphs briefly into a cat to stretch out his kinks before exiting his room to make his way to the common room. On his way, he runs into Raven, looking calm and composed as always.
"Uh, 'morning," he manages to squeak out.
"Good Morning." She responds somewhat softly. He pauses for a moment- is she nervous about something? Before he can ask, she passes by him to her room, tea in hand. No explosions, no death glares, no angry shouting, nothing- seems like she didn't see the dream after all.
He lets out a sigh of relief. Thank God…
In the darkness of her room, Raven sits on her bed, failing to suppress the bright blush on her face.
So he likes schoolgirl uniforms.
She lets out her own sigh of relief. At least he'll never know what she thinks of him in a formal suit.
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