Beast Boy sat like a toddler on the floor, back leaned casually against the Titan's couch. It was a Friday night, and he and Rae had decided to stay in, as long as Cyborg promised to bring back pizza.
His legs were straddled, and Raven was situated between them, her back comfortably leaned against his chest. Leaf green fingers intertwined with violet locks, as he finger-combed her hair, twisting and twirling with a butterfly-light touch. Raven was content as well, a soft smile played on her lips, as she continued running unfocused eyes over her favorite Azarathian story.
Her eyes were grazing over the same line for the fourth time, when a gentle, quick tap booped her nose.
"Boop!" Beast Boy's finger tapped her nose again, followed by his playful boyish giggle.
"Garfield Logan," Raven scolded breezily, facing the boy behind her.
"Boop!"
Grey skin flushed pink and she rapidly turned back towards her book. "Quit it," she hissed, only half meaning it.
"Oh, come on Rae!" A large hand ruffled through her neat middle part, messing her hair perfectly. "You've been pretending to read that book for the last half an hour," A childlike whine hung onto the end of his sentence. Raven snapped her book shut, feeling his fingers keyboard up the right side of her neck, making her head jerk to the side, and scrunch her chin to her shoulder.
So he knew.
"It doesn't matter if I'm reading or not," Raven reasoned, mentally transporting her book to the coffee table. "Don't do that."
He ruffled her hair again.
"Or that!" Spinning to face him, she grabbed his wrists and forced his hands out of her messy hair. She half feigned her quick irritation, but couldn't help but be a bit blissful. After all, she loved when he couldn't keep his hands off her, she absolutely relished in his touch. Taking a calming breath, Raven parted her hair and fought her flushed cheeks. Closing her eyes, she took a second to recompose herself.
Raven's eyes opened, the dull kunzite purple replaced with a fiery tanzanite gleam. He was still looking at her. A certain rascal curiosity and that Garfield-Logan-gleam surveyed her every move. He ought to have that handsome look copyrighted, it was so attractive.
"Don't."
His finger lightly hit her nose. "Or what?"
"Or else."
Another hair ruffle. "Or else what?"
Raven sat up straight, "Or else, I'll do this!" Eyes twinkled playfully, she ran her fingers through his forest green hair, ruffling until asymmetric pieces poked from all over his head, like an untrimmed hedge. Slender fingers slithered from his hairline, and trailed down his face, sending tingling sensations to the pit of his stomach. She leaned closer, like she was going to kiss him, focusing intently on his lips.
Garfield's eyelids dropped dreamily, lips already prepared to purse in acceptance of hers.
"Boop!" Raven tapped his nose playfully, leaving one hand rested on his jawline, thumb pressed into the hollow of his cheek.
"Rae," He whined lightheartedly, watching the sorceress grin with no intention of kissing him.
"Gotcha!"
—– (it was supposed to end there but…(:) —–
He leaned forward, trying to capture her lips. But the witty sorceress kept dodging him, touching the tip of his nose, ruffling his hair, and laughing that soft, sexy laugh. He got her back a couple times, but now all he really wanted was that kiss.
"This isn't fun anymore, Rae," He tried to be serious, but the grin on his lips wouldn't leave. "Pleeease," he whimpered, finally managing to place both hands on his cheeks, cupping her face gently. "C'mon, Rae-Rae," he blinked brightly as his girlfriend leaned in with soft lips.
At the last second, she tilted her chin and kissed the tip of his nose, like you would a child. The lack of lip action drew a half-irritated groan from the changeling.
"You're the one who wanted to play," Raven smirked.
That would teach him to tease with her.
