Day 4 of BBRae Week Fall 2015.


The frosted window was a perfect backdrop to her petite silhouette.

Unable to keep his dimples from showing, Beast Boy brought two steaming cups to their table. Gently nudging the glimmering burgundy mug across the table to her, Raven took the gesture and wrapped her fingers around the warm ceramic.

Bringing the drink to her lips, Raven scrunched her nose. In an instant, Beast Boy felt the fear of Raven jolt through his mind. He'd thought it might be a good idea to get her something seasonal, something different than her usual herbal tea. The sultry cinnamon apple tea seemed to be the coziest choice, but now it was more of a blunt mistake.

"This isn't my usual."

"I know…" Beast Boy chewed at his bottom lip. "Just try it, Rae. You might like it."

Cautiously, she eyed the mysterious liquid; as if she couldn't smell the tender cinnamon aroma wavering in a steamy white swirl from the round mug. Her eyes were on the cup and his were on hers, both fixated. Exactly sixty seconds later, Raven lifted the mug and peered inside.

"It has whipped cream." She stated in her habitual monotone.

"I thought it would make it taste better," Beast Boy coaxed.

Raven nodded. "That was… thoughtful."

He replied with a nonchalant shrug. The steam reflect against her crystal violet eyes, thin and unstable against those cool amethysts. The snug cinnamon mist seemed to melt the cold front she'd been holding, as she appeared ready to exit her comfort zone. Almost.

"What if I don't like it?"

He flashed her a goofy smile. "You don't try different things, do you?"

"I tried you," she countered lightheartedly.

His cheeks turned scarlet and the bashful changeling stared down at his hot chocolate. Shifting the mug in his hands, he blew at the hot sweet scent astray and the gooey marshmallows separated to the rim of the cup.

He remembered that Raven had been hesitant about accepting their relationship; one wrong move and she'd pull away. Thank goodness for his childlike tendencies, Beast Boy had stayed persistent about them together despite her most valid arguments. Now that she'd finally settled for holding hands in public and letting him kiss her cheek in front of the other Titans, he didn't know why he kept pushing her for more. Raven had already dissolved so many of her stubborn patterns and he was incredibly grateful for that.

So he didn't know where in his mind he'd allowed himself to think convincing the stubborn empath to try something other than her absolute favorite tea was a good idea. Shaking his head, Beast Boy contemplated her as her index finger circled the teacup's swollen rim. Every so often all she needed was a little pushing for things to turn out in her favor.

"I suppose we are different," he pressed his lips together.

"Garfield," Raven reached for his hand across the small wooden table. "That's not a bad thing," her voice was soft so he knew her words were earnest. Warily, he averted his eyes to hers.

"We fell in love despite our differences," She leaned closer as she'd seen him do so many times when he'd comforted her before. His emerald eyes glimmered with anticipation. It was timelessly obvious that Garfield was polar opposite to her but he'd cared. He was so open to trying new things, to taking in new experiences, to her. She had only him to thank for any butterflies in her stomach and her seat on cloud nine.

He couldn't argue their differences were what brought them together. Taking her hand from her warm teacup, he brought it to his lips to politely kiss the top. Her hand moved to cup his cheek, and Garfield's soft smile turned to a hopeful smirk.

"So are you going to try that tea?"

Melting into an adorably defiant smile, Raven tapped the tip of his nose. "Not a chance."