'Uh…Raven? Rae Rae? M-maybe you, you should go to the infirmary? Don't-cha think?'

The green-skinned superhero stared bug-eyed at the usually cool and distant teen that had crawled her way into his lap as he sat in the centre of the towers lounge/communal area, his usual cocky, joking character washed away by complete and utter shock. His hands glued themselves to the sofa cushion either side of him - palms face down, terrified the half-demon would soon shake herself out of her stupor and blame him for her current position.

The group had just returned from a particularly eventful mission where they had come face to face with the HIVEs newest weapon – some kind of chemically engineered neurostim dart targeting the victim's emotions. Robin and Cyborg were currently locked away in the lab, studying the group of evil scientists creation with brilliant attentiveness, being the only two who had not been touched by this manipulative substance – Starfire floated aimlessly a few feet above their heads, uneager to leave the former boy-wonder's side ever since the drug had come into contact with her system. Raven, who had been distracted from her own safety in her attempt to protect her loyal friends and teammates during battle, had received a triple dose of the neurostimulant; and as someone who normally kept her emotions hidden far beneath the surface, the effects appeared much more drastically.

Beast boy had been charged with the responsibility of keeping her inside the tower until the effects of the drug had worn off, rationalising that should be shortly due to her inhuman metabolism and typically excellent control.

'Don't be so worried BB! I feel fine!' Giggled Raven in response, sitting up suddenly to place a pillow in her friends lap with a snap of dark magic before snuggling back down again. The hood of her cloak fell down to rest against her shoulders as opposed to shrouding her features as it normally did.

Man, I wish she had that thing down more often. She really is gorgeous.

'You know, you're not as squidgy as I'd thought you'd be.'

At this beast boy cocked an eyebrow, 'Oh yeah? I'll have you know I'm the definition of peak fitness, thank you very much. You're just too hard-headed.'

This earned him yet another giggle from the grey-toned girl snuggled against him 'That expression isn't literal.'

'Oh. Well you are anyways, literally and figuratively.'

'Ooh big word there BB,' Raven crooned, 'Perhaps there really is such thing as brains and brawn.'

Their gentle teasing continued for an hour or so until the girls amethyst eyes began to close, a content smile tugging at her lips.

'Goodnight Rae Rae.' The boy whispered, surprised to hear her murmur back a goodnight of her own, even more surprised to hear her mumble something about how much she liked his nickname for her, but it brought a small smirk to his lips all the same.

The shapeshifter looked down at the sorceress cocooned against him, surprised to find that his fingers had intertwined themselves in her purple-hued hair, but still took satisfaction in the sensation as he let a silky strand slide through his fingers before gently brushing it back out again. It had been incredibly unnerving, at first, to hear Raven giggle, and down-right bizarre to hear her refer to him as 'BB' but the more he thought about it, the more saddened he was to think that he may not hear it again once this drug has made its way out of her system. It was the kind of laugh that made you smile too; giving you a warm-fuzzy feeling each time you heard it. Infectious. Addictive. Beast boy felt so much closer to Raven than he ever had before in their previous years together; more than just physically.

He could hear both her breathing and heart-rate slow as she drifted further into sleeps embrace, that small smile still playing on her lips. He wondered what she was dreaming of. He could smell her lavender shampoo and the essential oils and incense that had long since embedded itself in her cloak, aiding in her daily meditations. He began to relax, letting himself enjoy the feeling of her warm body pressed against his. He studied her face, noticing – maybe not for the first time – the smooth curve of her cheek, the perfect angle of her chin, her lightly defined cupids bow.

He licked his lips slightly, blinked, shook his head as though to help him clear his thoughts.

It's just that damned neurostim.

And finally, he too, drifted off to sleep, but that image – of the purple-haired girl smiling slightly in her sleep, the moonlight bouncing off her smooth-grey skin – did not disappear from behind his eyes.

I'm not too sure where I'm going with this, but recently I cant get enough of this pairing so here's the start of an idea I've been toying with.

Lovingly, bree x