(Repeat story)
I thought of this months ago, but am just now getting around to writing it! It's very cutesy, so enjoy this oneshot marshmellow. (:
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans.
"Awh, come on Rae, please." A green changeling followed his petite cloaked girlfriend around Titans' tower. The dark sorceress shut her book and sighed. "Robin said I needed more combat practice." Beast Boy had been street fighting with Robin to better his hand-to-hand skills. To become the excellent combative force he longed to be, he needed to spar. And he knew Raven wouldn't go easy on him.
"Why not practice with Cyborg?" Raven got up from the couch and sauntered to the kitchen. She reached to take her tea off the stove, but Beast Boy beat her to it. He cautiously reached over her and poured the kettle's content into her black mug. She cocked her brow as he shot her a sweet smile.
"He said he was practicing with Star this week. Ravey, please," Beast Boy whimpered, using her pet name persuasively. "I suck at fighting and you've beaten Robin!" He exclaimed. "You've gotta help me!"
She rolled her eyes. She and Robin always trained in private. How would Beast Boy even know about her practice victory over the Boy Wonder? Robin was always oh so careful to keep that detail quiet. "If I train with you, will you stop whining?" He nodded honestly. "Fine. Training room at eight. Don't be late." She took her mug and left.
Eight o'clock, Beast Boy strode into the training room. Raven was standing on the mat, arms crossed. He grinned at her and cracked his knuckles.
Raven ran her eyes over his purple and black spandex suit, and felt her cheeks burn. She and the green teen had recently exchanged a rather cliché series of secret, romantic rendezvous. She sighed in slight irritation when Beast Boy held out his gloved hand, but decided to take it. He pulled her towards the center of the black training mat.
"You ready, Rae?" Beast Boy hopped on his toes and held up his hands in a defensive position. "I'm not going easy on you." The changeling howled, trying to get his adrenaline pumping.
Truthfully, he thought he could beat Raven. It was rumored that Raven had beaten Robin, but he didn't believe it until he'd seen her react. He still wasn't sure he believed it. And even if Raven had beaten Robin, she wouldn't beat him. He was superior in strength and size, and had recently picked up a few tricks from Robin. What else did he need to win?
Beast Boy thought. He wanted a victory, he didn't want to embarrass Raven by beating her. He just wanted to spend a little time with her. Besides, he was trying to take her out, not take her down.
Raven stopped levitating and unfolded herself from the lotus position. 'This is training. He's not your super secret boy toy. He's the bad guy.' She reminded herself, dropping her cloak next to the mat and putting up a mental shield. She daintily stepped up to the middle of the mat, and held up two loose fists. Once they were both in a standard fight stance, they began.
Beast Boy was on the offense from the beginning. Left punch to the jaw. Right kick to the hip. A swing at the neck. All of which, missed. Beast Boy tried several of Robin's tactics, but Raven evaded each with grace. The green shape shifter was shocked at her fluidity and her heightened ability to predict his every move. Whenever he attacked, she would duck, jump, or simply step to the side. No wonder she beat Robin. Frustrated and desperate, Beast Boy became careless, trying to make contact anywhere. Finally his pace slowed enough for Raven to easily jab his throat.
Ow. Gosh, she was merciless.
Once his gloved hands were clutching his throat, Raven roundhouse kicked his broad right shoulder, knocking him off balance. He tumbled sideways onto the floor and Raven threw herself over him, and pinned him easily.
"Raven's victory." Robin loomed over a defeated Beast Boy. The two hadn't realized they'd had an audience. Raven removed herself from her teammate's sweaty body. She'd barely broken a sweat. Without another word, Raven left the mat.
Beast Boy was wiped his face with a white towel. He was furious that he'd lost, and Robin had witnessed it. In the distance, Starfire's silver wrist cuffs clanked with Cyborg's metal body parts. His eyes trailed over the room, when he spotted Raven, who was smoothing her hair. "Rae-" he jogged up to her. She narrowed her eyes at the nickname. "-Ven. Raven. How did you beat me?" He whined, following her out of the training room. He flexed his biceps and critiqued the size.
"You think fighting is about strength." She stated. "It isn't about strength," she clicked her tongue. "It's about strategy." And with that, she went to her room.
Friday, Beast Boy asked Raven to train with him again. He couldn't lose. He thought about what Raven said. Strategy.
Beast Boy stepped onto the mat and grinned at his opponent. He sized her up slowly and greedily. He was excited to finally pin this gorgeous superheroine, and decided to give her another once over. Had she always had those fine sculpted legs? Raven was tying her hair back into a long violet ponytail, causing her every muscle to flex. Thankfully for Beast Boy, he could see all those muscles. Without her cloak, Raven sported a black, body hugging gymnast leotard, which did her toned body every bit of justice it deserved. The changeling licked his lips.
Raven caught his stare ad crossed her arms. "Let's start."
Beast Boy stared at Raven. She stared back.
"Friends, please, do battle." Starfire spoke from the sidelines, after a couple minutes of the two glaring at each other. The staring contest was broken when they each shifted their eyes to their teammates, gathered to watch them fight. Great.
"Yeah, make a move, Rae." Beast Boy egged her on. Raven knew what he was doing. Fine. She was fast, and knew his weak points. She was light on her feet, and danced around, throwing hits. He dodged.
"Beast Boy is using Raven's defensive strategy against her, yes?" Starfire turned to Robin. The masked teen nodded.
Raven threw a right hand punch at Beast Boy's left cheek, and he grabbed her fist. Shocked, Raven instinctively tried to pull back. This was the first time anyone besides Robin had given her a challenge. Quickly, the changeling pinned her hand behind his back. Then, he placed a hand on the small of her back. He pulled her to him. Raven's left hand immediately put force on his chest. But their bodies were held together by a certain green man's force, and perhaps something else.
"Rae, stop resisting." Beast Boy mouth was inches from hers. "Just hear me out." His canine poked out slightly. "The real reason I wanted to train with you, was because I wanted to ask you on a date."
Well, that was unexpected.
Raven was disgusted. He was using their relationship against her. She continued to push him away. Finally to not exhaust herself, she gave up any resistance. She'd been so busy struggling, she hadn't noticed that his mouth was a little too close to hers. His eyelids were drooping romantically. Raven fought to keep focused, as she breathed his air.
Suddenly, she felt his weight shift. Dang it. She should've known. Without remorse, she brought her right knee up to meet his crotch, just as his left foot swept her off balance.
Raven landed on her back with a thud. She swallowed hard and propped herself up on her elbows, then smirked in satisfaction. Her opponent had his hands pressed to his crotch and his handsome face was contorted in a most extreme displeasure.
"Perhaps Raven will still be victorious." Starfire whispered. Beast Boy's animal hearing picked up on this and he growled. He pounced on Raven like a lion and pinned her biceps to the black mat.
Raven hissed at his force, he straddled her stomach and held her down. Raven sighed. "C'mon Rae. What do you say to a date? Just the two of us." He was strategizing, but he did want to go on a date with this dark beauty.
"I know what you're doing."
He could read the frustration on her face and continued pulling on her emotions like a marionette. "Fighting's about strategy, not strength." He parroted her. Raven's eyes glowed deviously and she bucked the shape shifter off with incredible force. Beast Boy flew over her head and landed on his chest, surprised at the sheer force that came from those little hips.
Like lightening, Raven struck. She was now straddling his back, pinning his arms to his lower back with one hand. Beast Boy fought and squirmed. Unfortunately for him, any motion only meant that Raven's bony knees would dig deeper into his sides, until his breathing was forced.
One…
Two…
Three.
It was over. Robin only allowed a teammate to be down three seconds before declaring a winner. Like in a real street fight. It was over. Raven had pulled through.
Raven took her free hand and grabbed a piece of forest green hair. She pressed his head against the mat until his right cheek was sure to be imprinted like a waffle. She then leaned in, her front pressed humidly against his back. Beast Boy groaned in discomfort. Her hair had fallen out of the ponytail, and tickled his face in a quite irritating manner, considering the sweat was making the violet strands stick to his flushed face. "For the record," she spoke softly but firmly. She trailed her smooth lips over his left ear, until she reached the point. Then, she nipped. Beast Boy whimpered as he felt a small bit of blood drip from his elvish ear. "I'm ready for that date." With that, she released him and stepped off the mat.
Beast Boy enviously watched the other Titans congratulate Raven on being such an excellent strategist. He was angry that he'd lost, but remembered her soft words. He picked himself up and smiled. In the end, he'd gotten what he really wanted.
Thanks for reading! R&R is always welcome.
