Disclaimer: don't own the characters but the plot is mine

Rated T+

A.N. All right now everybody I promised that I'd write some stories featuring Raven so here is my first exclusively Raven fic (have mercy). Reviews will determine whether or not I continue with Raven or go back to Beast Boy (that and whether or not I can get rid of this $&!# writers block)… I've had a review mention that the last few stories have had a certain lack of fluff and romance. Hopefully this will please you and just a warning note. THIS MAY BE PUSHING THE RATEING. IF YOU AT ANYTIME FEEL DISGUSTED JUST TELL ME TO RE RATE IT!

the story

His mouth ravaged the side of my neck, teeth scrapping the tender flesh. Tongue and lips chasing the pulse that pounded through me. My back was pushed against the cold steel of the wall, head tipped back to allow him more access. He was straining against the chain of his control, his hands roaming over my body as though they had every right to what they sought to take. I didn't stop him. My entire attention was fastened on the rough magic that those hands left behind on my flesh. A deliciously, singularly feminine feeling of primitive satisfaction and power that I'd never been allowed to feel before swept through me. The power and satisfaction of knowing that I'd brought this man to the brink with simply myself. He moved again this time his mouth settled over mine, his hands pausing, one hand fisted in my hair and the other resting at the useless barrier at the hem of the baggy T-shirt that I wore as a nightgown.

The kiss was dynamite. I felt my blood burst into flame to match the burn in my skin at the first contact then that reality faded away. Nothing existed but his lips on mine. Nothing but the waves of emotion that swept through my body, my mind helpless before onslaught. I was too wasted to even remember my name, remember why such acts as these had been forbidden. His kiss demanded surrender, demanded a response, it wasn't a kiss that asked it was rampant and hot. A kiss that branded me with its heat, he was claiming me as his and I felt in the back of my mind the knowledge that it was true. I'd been waiting my whole life for this moment, for someone who could awaken this response within my composure. I felt my bones melt and my shattered mind give to him. He felt it as well and the kiss eased, turned into a gentle melding of lips, a faint blending of souls.

My knees strengthened as his lips left mine following the line of my jaw up to my ear his whispering the words, satin soft against the pale shell in a deep rumbling baritone. "Mine all mine…" My blood leapt anew as I understood the implications of that. Suddenly my own hands moved from where they'd been, wherever that was, and roamed over his back. Delighting in the play of the muscles under the thin fabric of his shirt as they moved at my touch like molten steel. He pressed his body flush to mine his every movement eager. I squirmed and twisted under his hands as they renewed search while mine came around to his chest after a moment of torturous pleasure while his hands finally slipped under the shirt and touched my skin causing us both for freeze for a moment at the new sensation.

His hands were large, and the skin calloused from the rubbing of his gloves. I sucked in a breath and opened my eyes to look at his face. His bright eyes were watching me their expression unreadable and after a moment I brought my hands up to the buttons partially undone already down the front of his shirt. My fingers felt clumsy as I worked my way down the trail of buttons, keeping my eyes on his face as he watched me. When I reached the last button I dropped the two sides of the shirt bearing his chest to my curious fingers. I ran my palms over the wide expanse of skin, possibly the most I'd ever seen him bare and an almost feline purr of pleasure slid in my throat. He stood still allowing me to explore for a moment, the way a stallion allowed his mate to groom his neck. I glanced down to my hands wondering at the texture of the skin I touched. It wasn't like my own soft and thin. His was soft like a lion cub was plush, it felt thicker then my own human flesh yet at the same time it was inexplicably perfect. I flicked a thumb over a flat male nipple.

Instantly he reacted like lightning, tumbling me backwards where a large plush bed now rested where a wall had been. I didn't know how it was possible nor did I care as now, flat on my back, he loomed over me and feminine chills swept through my nerves in anticipation. With a predatory smile he pushed the shirt up to my breasts baring my flat stomach to his pleasure. His lips dipped to my navel and his nimble tongue painted a spiral around the small indentation. A pale pink scar on my hip was loved for a moment as his lips trailed downwards. I felt my thighs tremble but he left me waiting as he suddenly changed direction and pulled the shirt off over my head as my own hands discarded his to continue their wanderings. He looked down at me his eyelids low hiding his brilliant orbs from my sight with their thick fan of lashes. I was naked under him except for a pair of plain bikini cut white underwear but I doubted that I'd have those much longer. He on the other hand was still mostly dressed. I felt a smile curve my lips, an action that felt almost natural.

"I think I'd better hurry up." I said softly and he rolled us over so I was on top and he looked up at me.

"Be my guest the view is pretty good from down here." I shot him a dirty look but it ran off him like water off a duck. My hands made quick work of his belt buckle and it took only moments till he was naked as the day he was born on my bed and I was straddled across his thighs. He rolled again flipping me onto my back as his hands began to move once more, fast again and I eagerly accepted his speed. After this it was all fire and speed only flashes of impressions as my mind struggled to keep up with the sensations engulfing my body.

Lips on a tortured nipple -- Wide palms moulding the curve of my hip --Emerald eyes watching me as I shattered under the first gentle movement of questing fingers. I withered and allowed my hands to press against his own heated flesh seeking to brand him as I was being branded. Fingers clawing his back in demand for that act he continued to deny me as I flew once more. We rolled across the tumbled sheets teeth and lips wild, blood warring in that frantic haste of lust. Finally I felt him let go. I looked into his eyes and slithered against him wickedly tempting him as the civilised finally lost the battle with the feral. His hands left bruises now and his teeth were rougher, though still no blood did they draw. He rose over me like a lion come to take his mate and then he slid into me-

I awoke in my room jerking upright, the sheets tangled so tightly around me that it felt as though they were going to strangle me. My pulse was racing and my dark powers whipped around the room in a frenzy now that I was awake and I quickly struggled to grab the emotions running through me. A baggy gray Tee shirt was tossed in a heap on the floor of my room and my powers flared once in shock then dropped off in silence. I put a hand to my chest and looked down realising that I was bare naked and I had no idea where I'd thrown my panties off in my sleep. I swallowed as the dream I'd just awoken from rolled into my thoughts in painful detail. I swallowed and summoned the shirt to me pulling it on over my tousled violet hair. I felt a wetness between my legs that made me let out a low annoyed growl in frustration. I hated that feeling. I hadn't had to put up with it since Malichor had been banished back into his damn book. The dream again rose before my eyes. …Looking up at the male who'd paused for a moment from ravishing my lips. His hair trousoulled and his features familiar yet blurry as though my mind had been making them up the only distinct feature the bright emerald eyes and the way his skin blends into the darkness of the room. The moonlight streaming through the window highlighting the matching green…

I buried my head in my hands closing my eyes in misery and swearing in frustration. "Damn you Beast Boy for not locking the damn door when you were in the shower." Sure walking in on the shape shifter may have been my fault for not knocking but I was more then happy to let the blame fall squarely on his shoulders for this embarrassing situation. I swore some more and untwisted the blankets gritting my teeth at the annoying chatter of my emotions in my head talkative now in my state of turmoil. I sprawled on the bed and stared up at the dark ceiling, the shadows of my room for once not soothing as my blood continued to race against my better judgement. As I drifted back to sleep I murmured softly. "Beast Boy… why… Beast Boy…"

I walked into the living room a table set with simple white dishes tea steaming out of a cup. I looked around then started as I saw myself walk into the same kitchen dressed in a mans button up shirt the sleeves rolled back and my legs below bare. The green man stood at the stove cooking something. I sat down at the table while the second me walked up to the man and wrapped her arms around his waist a mischievous glimmer in her eye as she did it. This second me was older then I was, maybe ten yeas or so. The man was clad in only a pair of jeans and against my better judgement I had to admire the width of his shoulders and the hard muscles that moved easily.

"In answer to your question," a calm voice spoke from across from me and I jumped up startled to see wisdom seated opposite me sipping her own cup of tea. Her yellow robes rested easily over her shoulders in contrast to the blue I preferred. "Destiny. Not now in our time. Maybe not for another ten years or more." She inclined her head towards the couple standing by the stove sharing a tender kiss, "But one day Raven it will be. He calls to us. We call to him as well. Why or how it works we may never know but this is the world a part of you wanted. So this is the dream it crafted." Wisdom set her cup down and her violet eyes, mirror images of mine pinned me and a smile slid onto her lips. "Sweet dreams Raven." Then she was gone and I was wrapped in the mans arms.

"Something wrong Rae Rae?" he asked me looking at me through his deep emerald eyes, concern evident. Already I felt the conversation fading and I knew that by morning I wouldn't remember the dream either. I leaned back in Beast Boy's arms and looked up in his eyes. Was this my future? Life with Beast Boy? Yet, I could sense a maturity to him, a past littered with darkness that I hadn't been there to share. Was this the Beast Boy I knew, the Beast Boy my mind had created or someone who was yet to be? The answers suddenly didn't seem important.

"Nothing. Just thinking how it's best to make the moment last." I replied and flipped the burner off. He didn't miss the action. His eyes glowed and darkened.

"Hmmm, you may be right." He dropped his lips to mine and only the moment mattered.

sweet dreams

A.N.- Alright I will freely admit that this ended up being slightly more um, graphic, then I'd thought and I sincerely hope that this isn't pushing the Teen rating too far. I hope… Anyway tell me what you think. I'm not entirely sure what to think about this but I thought it was an interesting take on their relationship.