"Don't flirt with me, Rae."

The sorceress rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right." She quipped, not bothering to bite back her deadpan sarcasm. "I'm flirting with you."

The way she said it perked his attention. She hadn't said "I'm flirting with you," rather the emphasis was on "flirting." Which was a rather appropriate word of empahsis for the sorceress. After all, it was Raven. Raven didn't flirt.

"I was kidding," Beast Boy pushed back messy forest locks. "You can't flirt."

That sounded like a challenge.

Raven tucked a hair behind her ear and bit her lip in attempt to suppress a shy smile. She faced the changeling and caught his eyes with a coy squint. Taking her porcelain fingertips, Raven pressed back his overgrown mess of emerald locks, tucking loose strands behind the tip of his ear. She allowed her fingers to trail over the velvety points where the nerves were especially sensitive, then trace over the side of his neck to rest against the groove of his strong collar.

"You're so right, Garfield." Her slight whine drew a his curious perk. Gradually leaning so her breath could tickle his earlobe, she whispered. "Teach me?"

The changeling was left in awe. Raven's hand still stretched across his chest so her thumb could trace his collarbone. Her lips had brushed his senses as she'd spoken and her words held a silent simper. It was almost like the sorceress was trifling with him.

"I… I don't…" His mind drew blank; any previous ability to speak dissipated by the intoxicating jasmine tendrils wrapped tight around his mind, jumbling his thoughts. Beast Boy faced his teammate, whose lips hovered inches from his. If he were to lean in only three inches, he could practically… kiss her. Amethyst eyes shifted from emerald ones to his halfway parted lips. She pouted, her eyes downcast and bottom lip full. "Uh.." Beast Boy swallowed, palms started to sweat and his fingers began to fidget. He could feel his lids drooping lower and lower with every jasmine scented breath that touched the tip of his nose. "D-do you really want me to teach you how to flirt?"

"No." In an instant, Raven had returned to her usual state of monotone. She was in her own personal space, already flipping through her book to find a dog eared page. Finding the crimson flush spread over his cheeks and sheepish eyes once more, Raven winked.

"I think I got it."

Beast Boy blushed darker, touching the tips of his elfish ears and savoring the feeling of her cool breath on his neck and feather-light tracing between the ridges of his muscles; maybe he could learn a thing or two from her. He'd learned one thing already; Raven could definitely flirt.