"Oh Azar, Garfield."
His name rolled from her tongue for the millionth time tonight and he dug his fingertips harder into her shoulders. Immediately, her tensed shoulder blades melted into the mattress and she let out another sigh of relief. Today had been a rough day for the sorceress, battle wise, and he was just what she needed.
His smooth hands pressed into her pale back before trailing down each side of her spine. Her breathing calmed a bit more and Beast Boy ran his hands up her back again, fingers barely tickling her sides. When he'd reached her neck again, his thumbs began moving in small circles on each side, emitting another longing moan from the sorceress.
"There, that's the spot," she murmured into the pillow, thankful the airy down was muffling both her words and her flustered face. Of course, Garfield's magic was working wonders for her, the sorceress hadn't felt this at ease for years. And yet, she couldn't stand the changeling for it. Once he'd aroused her with his warm magic touch, Raven found he was her saving grace.
"Rae," he chuckled, kneading harder. "I've never heard you sound so… desperate," he shifted, as he was knelt carefully over her lower back. A pale hand tousled through her lavender locks and she waved him off, mumbling about him shutting up and letting his hands do the talking. Tightening his knees around her, he crouched so one hand was at the side of her neck. Lowering his lips to her ear, his unoccupied hand felt for the curve of waist, squeezing her paper-thin torso between his fingertips, he smirked.
"You like that?"
"Gar," she moaned, unable to stop the breathy satisfaction from escaping her body. A gasp immediately followed from outside the door and the sorceress's head shot up, nearly colliding with the Beast Boy's.
The changeling had heard it too, in fact he could still hear the soft stutters of a surprised Starfire outside Raven's bedroom door. Staying quiet as a mouse, he cocked the tip of his ear towards the door, hearing almost inaudible exchanges between his best friend and the alien princess. Cursing under his breath, his eyes fell back to Raven's bare back, still arched upright like a seal.
After a minute of silence, Beast Boy felt the two walk away.
"They were there the whole time." He growled, feeling stupid for allowing his guard to fall to the porcelain skinned girl beneath him. She was now as tense as she had been after battle, if not more so. They both knew all too well what playing masseuse sounded like. Their whole conversation, every mumble, every moan was noted by their teammates, who were sure to alert the alpha Titan. With every irritated notion at the tips of his fingers, Beast Boy pushed harder against her lower spine, and Raven's back arched with a delectable, timid cry of his name.
Seconds later, Robin's signature three second knock erupted from the other side of door. Burying her cheeks' inferno deeper into the pillow, Raven groaned, this time with nothing less than pure annoyance.
"Oh fuck."
