Well, I'm glad to get such nice reviews for that last chapter! I enjoyed writing it very much.

Sadly, this story has to come to an end sometime…but this will not be it. After this chapter, there will be one more following it. I promise…then I will continue on with other works. I already have an idea in mind for another BBTerra, but I will take up ideas…

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans

Chapter 9.

"HEY! WHO SWITCHED THE SPICES AGAIN!"

Raven, from her position at the Thanksgiving Dinner Table, flinched at the sudden outburst.

"Sure, Cyborg, blow out my eardrums, why don't you…" she murmured irritably.

"Friend Cyborg, what is your cause of panic?" Starfire asked, floating over to him, hands soaked from washing the special dinner dishes. She wiped them on the seat of her jeans and landed on the tile floor.

"Someone switched the spices again. You know how I alphabetize them and I hate it when they're switched!" Cyborg whined.

Beast Boy and Terra, who were breaking the edges off of the green beans on the couch, shared a smirk at each other. Terra covered her mouth as she tried not to giggle.

Cyborg caught it. "YOU TWO! GET YO BUTTS IN HERE!" he thundered.

The two of them slowly sauntered over to the metallic teen, and put on innocent, doe-eyed expressions.

"We're sorry, Cyborg," they sang, trying not to giggle right there.

"…Fine." Cyborg gave them a secret smirk of his own as they raced back to their post, laughing hysterically.

Robin looked up from his newspaper and smiled.

"Hey, you two never spoke about today. How did it go?" he asked gently.

Suddenly it seemed that time was frozen. All heads were turned towards the couple, silent like the middle of the night.

Terra paused mid-tear on her green bean, and she sighed. "Let's just say that all that needed to be said…was said," she replied.

Beast Boy gave her a sympathetic smile as they continued with their task.

Robin and the others seemed satisfied with that, and they didn't ask for more. Beast Boy was relieved.

The moment after they left the facility, when they finally looked at one another, was a moment that was probably the tenderest, in Beast Boy's eyes. He seemed to really get a glimpse of her. For the first time, he thought he really saw Terra.

A few minutes later, the cooking was done and everyone left to retire for the night. But Terra and Beast Boy stayed behind until every bean was perfect. Then, once they double-checked, Terra kicked back on the sofa, legs spread to the end, head against the armrest.

"Ahh…" she sighed. "Finally done. We just need to cook those tomorrow so they'll be perfect."

Beast Boy, who was sitting on the floor, suddenly seemed to let logic disappear and feelings dominate. He morphed into a cat, and meowed cutely, blinking in that special way cats did.

Terra grinned.

"Aww, come up here, puddy-puddy," she cooed, pinching her thumb and index finger repeatedly towards him. He didn't need the coaxing. He was already onto the couch close to where she lay.

He sat there for a minute, letting her pet his soft, velvety fur with one ungloved hand. He liked to morph into cuddly animals like dogs and cats for Terra. When she pet him it made him feel very turned on and romantic.

He used to do it with her all the time her first time around with the team. Now he was doing it once more, with a new advancement.

He gave her a steady look, and she locked eyes with the feline. He took a slow step with one paw and touched her tight stomach lightly, making the muscle twitch. Terra nodded.

"It's okay, BB. G'head," she encouraged.

He blinked once, his way of nodding, and he hopped up gently onto her stomach. It was a comforting, light weight on her, Terra figured. Not too heavy, but not weightless, either.

He kept a steady gaze on her, and she began to wonder what he was going to do. He seemed to be a little nervous, like she was going to shove him off.

Like I would do that…Terra chuckled in her mind.

He moved up gently, so he was more on her ribcage than her stomach. She stared at him; he stared right back. Even as a cat, his eyes never really changed. They still had plenty of emotions she could decipher.

She didn't know if it was because she knew him not only as a cat, but as a boy. All she knew was his gaze, and the strange increase in her heartbeat. Did the room suddenly get hotter…?

He lifted a paw, and began to knead with both of them. Terra gasped at the sudden touch, so small, so delicate. And yet, it sent electricity up and down her spine, making her dizzy and drowsy.

With each touch, his paw seemed to squeeze a little, with those tiny pads on the bottoms of his paws. He understood Terra's lack of a feminine chest, but he never cared.

Terra lifted both of her hands and began to pet him with both, up and down his back at first. She felt—and heard—him purr gently. She sighed, and covered her mouth with one hand to steady herself.

Beast Boy stopped, and looked at her with concern.

Terra gave him a friendly smile, and lifted her hand again, but not to his back. She began to stroke his face, his neck. With each stroke of her hands, his eyes closed in an immense state of satisfaction and his purring became louder.

Beast Boy loved Terra's hands. They were not like most girls', which were slender with manicured, perfect nails and super smooth skin. No, no.

Terra's hands were like a carpenter's or a blacksmith's, with calloused, strong palms from work; long fingers with short nails that have suffered chewing on and around them.

She held his face in those hands, those hands that belonged to a geomancer, a person who held the world in her powerful gift.

Terra paused, and they stared at each other for a long time. Beast Boy blinked three times, slowly. Terra knew exactly what he was saying, in cat language.

Terra blinked three times in return, carrying the same message. I. Love. You.

The feline leaned forward, and so did Terra. She puckered up her lips, and they met. Terra felt the bristly fur of Beast Boy's lips, and she couldn't help but emit a small giggle.

Beast Boy morphed to normal, on top of her, and grinned. "What? Did my whiskers tickle you?"

"Maybe…but it was mostly your lips. They were furry," Terra chuckled.

Beast Boy laughed. "I can fix that," he replied, and kissed her. At first, it was a simple peck, but then it turned into a make out, their hands holding each other's, too nervous to travel anywhere else.

"Hold-Hold on," Terra gasped in between kisses, as he moved to her neck. "It's a little late, and we've got a big day tomorrow."

"Yeah. You're right. This is all I needed to do, anyway, to really make this day satisfactory."

Terra laughed as they got off the couch. "Oh, yeah?"

Beast Boy nodded, serious. "Yeah. I wanted to make this day a happy one for you. You deserve one hundred-million happy days, Ter. I like making you happy."

Terra grinned. "Thanks, BB."

"Anything…if you're happy, then I am, too," he replied, hugging her goodnight.

Guess where I got the inspiration for this chappie? My own feline, Kepi Ann, of course! She does this to me all the time…it's great.

But…seriously, reply if you have any ideas, even if it's a short story. I don't care.