Day 2. Cuddling somewhere.
Special thanks to my girlfriend, aka my Rae, for this idea.
I'm also gonna call Beast "Garfield" now, as per Rae's request.

Raven sat on the couch, absent-mindedly running her fingers through Garfield's hair.
Ahem. Fur.
The green-green-skinned Titan had taken the form of a fluffy cat, snuggling up on Raven's lap. He had learned early on that he got more of her attention when he was small and furry and couldn't talk. While Raven loved Beast as himself, she enjoyed his shape shifting abilities as well.
A pale hand scratched the back of a furry green neck. As her delicate fingers parted his fur, a small black dot caught her eye. She furrowed her brow as she dug around, finding a cluster of black dots.
"Gar..." she murmured.
Garfield raised his head to look at her with a, "Meow?"
"You have fleas."
Garfield remained unfazed, bringing a hind leg up to scratch at his chest.
"You need a bath."
His eyes widened as he stared up at her. He slunk back away from her, knowing that he would need room to run.
Before he could even jump off the couch, Raven's arms scooped him up, cradling him to her chest. He struggled against her grip as she carried him down the hall. He mewled helplessly as they neared the bathroom. The purple-ette tightened her grip, running into the room and quickly locking the door behind her.
She let Garfield jump from her arms before heading over to the shower. She opened the door and turned the knob, starting a stream of water from the shower head. Closing the door, she grabbed a couple of towels and placed them on the counter before unclasping her cloak and pulling it off.
As her cloak dropped to the floor, Garfield looked up and saw Raven peeling off her bodysuit. His jaw dropped and he lost concentration, shifting back into himself.
Rae smirked, peeling off her suit so that all she wore was panties. "Are you going to let me bathe you and get rid of your fleas?"
Garfield rose to his feet, eagerly stripping down to his boxers. Raven laughed, pulling off her panties before taking his hand. He wiggled out of his boxers as she led him into the shower, standing under the warm water.
She hummed and welcomed the steam, gauging Garfield's reaction. He was busy staring at her ample chest. She chuckled, pulling him into a hug. The top of his head reached her chin, so as he buried his face on her cleavage, her head rested on his. She stood them under the water, running her hand through his hair to thoroughly wet it. She reached around him, grabbing her favorite shampoo. She normally didn't share, but she liked the idea of Garfield smelling like her.
He was only slightly suspicious as she began massaging his head. He reveled in the feeling, closing his eyes and relaxing against her touch. He purred shamelessly as she scratched his head, working the soap through every strand of hair.
She tilted his head back under the stream of water, running her fingers through his hair to rinse out the suds.
As her fingers left him to find the conditioner, Garfield opened his eyes and pouted.
"Hey, you're washing me!"
She smirked. "You weren't complaining a moment ago."
He opened his mouth to counter, but her hands found his head again, running conditioner through his hair. His eyes fell closed and he purred, leaning into her hands. He fell forward, his forehead on her chest. His arms wrapped around her waist as she massaged his hair. As she tilted his head back the second time, she dipped her head to capture his lips. He responded eagerly, nibbling her lip.
She tilted her head, her lips melding against his. She pulled him away from the water, reaching for Garfield's shower gel. It was her favorite scent, and Garfield knew it. He made sure to get the same one every time he went shopping.
She broke the kiss and squeezed a dollop of soap into her hand. After putting the bottle back, she rubbed her hands together, creating a lather. Keeping her eyes on the boy before her, she ran her hands over his chest, effectively soaping it. He hummed under her touch, watching as her hands rubbed down his sides and over his back.
He reached around and found her shower gel, a scent that he loved on her. He poured some onto his hands and lathered it, running his hands over her back and waist. He pressed a kiss to her neck as his hands rounded her hips, leaving a trail of suds on her skin. She tilted her head back, a small sigh falling from her lips. Garfield smirked, nibbling at her skin as his soapy hands found her hips, running circles there as he knew it was her sensitive spot.
Taking a breath, Raven walked them back under the water, rinsing off all the soap. Her hands ran down Garfield's back and his fingers danced down her sides, taking advantage of holding each other under the excuse of cleaning.
She kissed him lovingly before reaching for the handle and turning the water off. He pouted at the sudden cold air as Raven opened the door, letting loose all the steam from their shower. She reached for their towels, tossing a black one to him and taking a blue one for herself. He smiled at her as they dried and dressed, walking hand-in-hand as they left the bathroom.
They returned to the living room where they sat on the couch. Garfield stayed human as he leaned against Raven's side. He pulled a fuzzy blanket over the both of them while Raven flipped through the channels on TV, looking for a movie to watch.
The purple-ette rested against the green boy's chest. His arms wrapped around her, carding his fingers through her damp hair. She closed her eyes with a sigh, snuggling against him. He leaned back, propping his feet up on the coffee table. Her legs draped across his lap, allowing her to turn and hold him closer. He kissed her head as they spent the day relaxing.