BBRae Week: Day 2

Awkward Moments vs Primal

RATED: [M] for suggestive content.

Beast Boy had had some crazy ideas before.

Heck, he was practically full of them.

Maybe that was why hardly any of his teammates took his suggestions seriously. To be fair, he did make most of them in jest.

Unfortunately, this hadn't really changed once he'd started dating Raven.

What he hadn't been expecting, however, was for her to agree to something he'd semi-seriously mentioned offhandedly.

Pacing in his room, feeling high-strung, nervous, and uncomfortable, Beast Boy was still struggling with the notion that his girlfriend had decided to humor him and his ridiculous proposition.

Not only was it extremely risky, it was also extremely…weird.

He never envisioned her saying yes.

Now that it was happening, really happening, he was suddenly reverted to a bundle of nerves, picking at his costume, and fiddling with his hair in the mirror to no avail. He couldn't stop fidgeting, his fingers always itching to adjust something on his person.

"Okay, I think I'm ready," Raven's muffled voice announced from behind his bathroom door.

Beast Boy froze, suddenly unable to move now that he was a mere few moments away from what they were going to do. What they'd mutually agreed to do.

His heart hammered in his chest and the blood was quick to drain from his face. He didn't even know what to expect.

He'd tried, time and time again, to visualize it, but no matter what his wild imagination could come up with, it never seemed quite right. He could never fill in the blanks, and the resulting picture was often just a fuzzy disappointment. A travesty, considering how good he typically was at these sorts of things.

Now, however, he would know for certain. Beast Boy had a photographic memory, and he had a feeling this was a sight he wasn't like to forget anytime soon.

The shapeshifter gulped, his mouth dry and his tongue feeling like a thick wad of cotton instead. "O-okay," he managed to squeak.

There was a soft click from the lock, and then the bathroom door opened just a crack. Raven poked her head out to survey his position in the room, and her eyes widened in surprise when she took in his unusual getup.

Garfield burned crimson up to the tips of his ears.

"N-no fair! We were supposed to show one another at the same time!" He whined, running to hide behind his bed frame, mortified.

Raven followed him with her eyes, and he could swear he saw a flicker of amusement light up the violet tones in her darker irises.

"Fine, but you can't laugh," she conceded in a firm voice.

Beast Boy rolled his eyes. "You know I won't."

Slowly, she stepped out from behind the door, until she was in full view of him. Raven hugged her bare arms, slightly shivering in the little raunchy number she was in. She chewed on her bottom lip, and had forcefully dropped her gaze to the ground, unable to handle the look she knew she'd find on his face.

To say that she'd knocked the breath right out from his lungs would not have done it justice; Beast Boy's heart was racing.

He'd always known Raven was stunning. She had a sensuous body, with all the right amount of curves and soft angles. Even in her leotard and cape, that much had always been evident to him. Heck, during a few of their more heated make-out sessions, he'd even managed a feel or two to attest to her feminine allure.

Still, somehow seeing her in such a revealing costume was enough to send the changeling into a dizzy fit. It was surprisingly snug against her figure, and the more south his eyes travelled, the more skin was revealed. The soft, purple material clashed against the pallor of her tone, but to him, she looked breathtaking.

She always did.

"You're staring," she informed him pointedly, her eyes still darting between his expression and the cold, tiled ground. There was a subtle redness to her cheeks when she spoke, even though she was doing her best to seem unperturbed.

Of course he was staring. How could he not?

Beast Boy gulped. "Uh…sorry," he apologized meekly, but it wasn't entirely genuine.

He couldn't understand why he had to in the first place; she was gorgeous. Especially when she was blushing.

"You look…," he trailed off, not able to find the right word to describe her adequately; nothing in the English language could do her beauty justice.

"…Naked?" She filled in for him rather unexpectedly. "Because I am. I'm practically naked. How in the hell does Kory fight in this getup? I can barely walk." Raven picked annoyingly at the small bit of material covering her breasts, and nearly panicked when she'd moved it enough to reveal a bit of the pink from her areolas instead.

Beast Boy's face flushed, and he squeezed his eyes shut, looking away out of respect. "I didn't see anything, I-I swear!" He lied. "The mask; it's actually a lot harder to look through than you'd think!"

He heard her stumble into the door wearing the obscene pair of heels her costume had come with, trying desperately to adjust the small amount of fabric over her breasts.

"I look ridiculous!" She whined in frustration.

Beast Boy opened a single eye, and squinted in her direction to ensure that she was as decent as she could be in the replica outfit. When he witnessed her pouting, her arms folded over her chest, he regarded her with a troubled look. "Raven, if anyone here looks ridiculous, it's me. You…you're incredible," he reassured her, his eyes travelling shyly down the length of her body. His heart pounded in response, and his pants started to feel even more restricting than they already were.

She took the opportunity to glance up at him, slightly incredulous at his comment. A warm smile tugged at his lips and he took a few steps towards her, motioning with his hands at the skin-tight suit he was currently donning. "I don't know how Dick hides the moose knuckle, but my crotch has never felt more uncomfortable," he joked, a forced bubble of laughter choking out of his throat.

Raven's eyes trailed down towards his aforementioned anatomy before quickly looking away, her cheeks warm and rosy.

He was having a hard time tearing his own gaze away from the definition of her long, shapely legs, so brazenly on display. The purple, high heeled boots, for as uncomfortable as they appeared, also seemed to be highlighting the toned musculature of her lower limbs. Then again, even in the leotard, he often stared. Especially at the place her legs met her back.

Beast Boy gulped, and ignored the rush of blood echoing in his ears. "We don't have to do this, you know. If you don't want to. It's not too late to back out," he reminded her, feeling guilty and a bit ashamed. He brought his gloved hands together, his fingers nervously fidgeting with one another, and stared down at them instead.

Theoretically, it had all sounded like a good idea. However, the execution was sloppy and unnerving, and he hated seeing his girlfriend this way. Beast Boy had always known that Raven often struggled with her emotions and trust; the very last thing he aimed to do was make her so physically uncomfortable in his presence. It hurt him deeply thinking that he'd done just that.

Raven, likely sensing his guilt, shook her head in protest. "No. I said I would, and I'm not going to wimp out. Besides, you already spent the money on these stupid, custom-made things. We're going to do this, Gar." There was a confident finality in her tone when she spoke, and a new determined hardness in her eyes.

It was enough to get his blood pumping.

Before he could react, Raven stood up tall, and allowed her hands to fall at her sides, proudly displaying Starfire's attire that had been fitted to her figure. Beast Boy might have whimpered if he'd been capable of any sound at all.

Carefully, she started walking towards him, the heels of her knee-high purple boots sinking into the plush of his carpet. She wobbled on occasion, but seemed to catch herself with a level of grace that hadn't been there before.

Beast Boy took a step back, but Raven drew closer, running her hands over the tight black material stretched over the muscles of his chest when she reached him. "Will you be doing the taking of me, Nightwing?" Her voice was sultry and deep, her minty sweet breath tickling his face as she leaned down towards him. All the while, her darkening gaze flickered hungrily towards his open mouth.

The heels effectively made Raven a good few inches taller than him, just as Starfire often towered over Richard. The re-enactment couldn't have been any more genuine unless they were Nightwing and Starfire themselves.

Beast Boy gulped, and licked his dry lips, trying not to think about the fact that his erection, so prominent in the skin-tight suit he was wearing, was throbbing against the inside of her warm thigh.

Just as her parted mouth hovered dangerously over his, Raven pushed Beast Boy back onto the bed, crawling over top of him seductively, like a feline would stalk their prey.

When he glanced down at her ample chest, the thin material covering her breasts had slipped over the mounds, revealing the rosy buds of her nipples. He groaned, and his gloved hands rubbed up along the backs of her thighs, towards her firm butt cheeks. It was aggravating that he couldn't take the gloves off without having to remove the costume in its entirety as well.

"Raven…," he moaned her name just as she bent down to nibble at his ear. She paused and looked up at him with a raised brow. Realization dawned on him, and he blushed. "I mean, uh, Starfire…," he hastily corrected himself.

Raven frowned. "Kory. In the bedroom, you can call me Kory."

She sat up and straddled his hips, quickly moving to adjust the bikini straps upon noticing her breasts had escaped their confinement yet again.

Garfield's hands moved to thwart her efforts, and she looked down at him in confusion. "D-don't," he pleaded shyly.

Raven bit down at her bottom lip, her violet eyes soft and glassy when she locked her gaze with his. "Do you…like them?"

"I like all of you," he breathed, his response coming to him as easily as oxygen.

He moved the remainder of the fabric until her full breasts were on display, the buds hardening in the cool air of the room. He squeezed one in each hand, and Raven ground her hips against his, rubbing her core along the length of his erection. She threw her head back and moaned softly, eyes falling closed at the sensation of his gloved fingers rolling the sensitive flesh of her nipples.

"Gar…," she purred.

He grinned mischievously. "You mean Dick."

A giggle left the empath's mouth, sweet like honey.

"No, I mean you," she replied with a wicked smile, leaning down towards him for a tender kiss.

He met her mouth in earnest, relishing in how she tasted. He ran his hands along the length of her spine while she deepened the kiss, her hungry tongue clashing with his. She sucked at his bottom lip, earning her a healthy groan from the changeling.

When they pulled apart for air, Raven played with the edges of the infamous mask that hid his eyes. "I doubt she lets him keep this on when they're doing this," she noted playfully before peeling away the black borders from his skin, and tossing the mesh away to reveal the striking green of his eyes.

"I doubt she lets him keep anything on when they're doing this," Beast Boy ribbed, chuckling.

He sat up in a single fluid motion, and pulled her hips against his. Her arms rested atop his shoulders, and her fingers tangled in his thick hair. He nipped at her mouth playfully, and she rocked slowly against him. He moved his mouth along her jawline, down towards the tender spot below her ear, grazing the point of his fangs just over her bounding pulse. Raven moaned, her hands travelling down along the defined musculature of his upper arms in the suit. The taut material practically curved into every groove of definition, highlighting the changeling's lean figure in a sheen of onyx black.

When they pulled apart again, panting and their heartbeats ringing in their ears, Beast Boy said, "You know, chafing aside, I'm starting to get the appeal of the suit. Really inspires confidence, plus my ass looks great."

Raven snickered. "I'll say." She then glanced down at her own purple swim suit inspired costume, which was now askew in all sorts of risqué places. "I've always respected Star, but I think I've developed a deeper understanding of how well that woman pulls this off."

Beast Boy shook his head, smiling. "I still can't believe you actually agreed to this. Not that I'm complaining! Just…pleasantly surprised."

Raven tucked a strand of her violet hair behind her ear, her eyes darting nervously to his face and then back down at her costume. "That makes the two of us…Is it weird that I'm really turned on right now?"

The changeling shrugged, his eyes twinkling in the dim light of the room. "There are stranger kinks out there. As for the arousal bit, I'm right there with you." He nuzzled his face into her shoulder, sucking on her neck and making her sigh in contentment.

"Mmmm, so who are we roleplaying next?" She purred, her nails raking a path down his back.

"Well, Batman and Catwoman are a classic."

"Too much leather." Raven scrunched up her nose in distaste.

"Big Barda and Mister Miracle?"

"The height difference is cute, but I feel like the capes would get in the way."

"Aquaman and Mera?"

"He's a tool and I don't like his attitude."

Beast Boy figured there was more to the story there, but knew better than to press. "Okay. Uhh…What about Green Arrow and Black Canary?"

Raven seemed contemplative. "Lose the moustache, and I might be interested."

Beast Boy snorted. "Alright, so we've got potential. Now, how would you feel about costumes from video games and anime?" He waggled his brows at her suggestively, a look of unabashed hope lingering in his green gaze.

Raven's expression remained unimpressed, as she pursed her lips, and folded her arms over her chest. "Don't push it," she warned. Glancing down at the snug blue emblem on his chest, she then licked her lips and added, "Besides, we've barely even started here."

She then leaned in towards him, the tip of her nose brushing against his, and a look of catty mischief in her expression. Her hands slowly ran up from his hard abdomen to his chest. "Now, would you like to show me your human customs in the making of the love?" Her tone had increased in pitch, but maintained a seductive edge as she tried to mimic Starfire's voice.

Beast Boy couldn't help the coy smile on his lips beneath her own when she'd dipped down to steal another kiss…

"I can't believe they're doing this…," Dick fretted, unable to pull his eyes away from the bedroom window.

Raven and Beast Boy had left their curtains wide open. So when the gang had met up on the rocks by the water outside of the tower, Cyborg had glanced up and dubiously asked, "So, why're there two of you now?"

At first, the couple appeared confused by his query, but when they followed his gaze, and witnessed what they were now certain was roleplaying, they had trouble believing their own eyes. At least, Richard did, anyways. Their leader went white as a sheet, his jaw dropping, and clutched at the strands of his own hair. He was currently still in that state of disbelief, and Cyborg was having a difficult time deciding what was funnier; Dick's reaction, or Beast Boy and Raven's new 'activity'.

Starfire merely giggled. "Is there not a saying in your language that tells of imitation being the highest form of flattery?"

Dick spun his head in her direction, his lips a thin line and his eyes still wide as saucers.

"Yeah, but this is different, Star!" He exclaimed. "This is just unsettling. Oh God, I think he installed a crotch zipper. Why would he do that?!" Dick cried out, a painful grimace settling on his otherwise handsome features.

Cyborg took the opportunity to mock his leader with a knowing grin. "Well, ain't that obvious? Convenience, my friend. Maybe you ought to look into a few upgrades yourself." He clapped the agitated man on the shoulder in false comfort.

Richard groaned loudly, annoyed, and equally disturbed. "It's practically blaspheming the suit! Not to mention, draws all the attention to…to…you know!"

Victor snickered at Richard's sudden prudence; it was if the level-headed Titan had reverted into an adolescent boy, instead.

"Although I do prefer you naked, love, the zipper would help change the definition of what you would call a 'quickie'," Starfire chimed in, wearing a sympathetic smile directed at her boyfriend.

Cyborg threw his head back and laughed uproariously. Dick blanched. "Kory!"

The Tamaranean princess appeared confused at her friend's reactions. "What? If anything, I'd say I like this idea friend Beast Boy and friend Raven have come up with. I have always wanted to swap the clothes with her!" The flame haired beauty twirled a fire-red lock of her infinite tresses with a single finger, wearing a wistful expression.

"It's like the universe keeps finding ways to make this even more awkward," Richard stated morosely, staring at his girlfriend like she'd sprouted another head.

Victor had tears in his human eye, he was laughing so hard. "The real question is, do we tell 'em?"

At the same time, Nightwing cried out in vain protest, "No!" and Starfire, clapping her hands together below her chin, gleefully replied with, "Yes!"

The couple spared a moment to look at one another, as if waiting for the other to change their answer.

When they seemed to have reached a stalemate, neither willing to bend, Victor decided to play referee. "Alright, how about this; I'll torment B about it in private, and Star can corner Raven into lending her one of her leotards. Fair?"

Richard fixed his friend with a stunned look, sputtering on the spot. "Wha-…? Why would she…? How do I…? Goddamn it, I'm not dressing up like Beast Boy to have sex!"

His attempts to secure any form of dignity were then quickly drowned out by the giggling fit of his friends…

-FIN