"I love you," pale lips brushed against his ear as her hips rolled over his repeatedly. "Do you know that, Gar?"

He knew it.

Violet irises outlined the silhouette of his chiseled face. His soft smile was confirmation that he was mad for her, too. "I'm in love with you." She was giddy at this recent realization.

Once Raven had concluded and confirmed that she was in love with the changeling, their relationship had skyrocketed. Of course, Beast Boy had known he was in love with Raven before they'd even began dating. But now that she was sure of herself as well, man, was their relationship amazing.

And she let him know, all the time. When he would joke with Starfire, he could sense the enchantress' jealously escalate, along with desire.

When he was busy with Cyborg, or wanting some alone time, she would always subtly mention how lonely she was when they met up later.

When he was with Robin, she would always joke that she'd love to see them together. He always prayed that Raven was joking about that.

But his favorite part of Raven expressing herself, was when he would play videogames with Cyborg, and she suddenly wanted him. He was surprised that Raven would be jealous of time with his buddy, but he didn't mind. Not one bit.

She would approach quietly from behind the couch, but his canine senses would always catch her hint of jasmine. Little grey fingers would play an imaginary keyboard up his tensed biceps, until they reached his neck. Then, cold fingers would press to his pulse on either side of his neck and she would kiss. That sent shivers down his spine.

Full, sweet lips would then travel to his cheek, and she would run her fingernails over his scalp. She would crouch behind him and nibble at his neck, right under his jawline. If he still refused to give her attention, she would stand and pout, then tilt his chin upwards towards her. He would pretend to protest, only so Cyborg wouldn't bother him about being whipped. Ignoring his objections, Raven would lean over his left shoulder and give him a kiss on the lips. Violet strands would brush against his face. This kiss was always long and only partially innocent. It would last about five seconds, enough time for him to lose the game.

By the time he lost, he would shrug and apologize to Cyborg, and hop over the back of the couch. He would let his little Raven smile at the fact that she had captured his attention. She would seize his lips again, and press both of her hands to his cheek. He would have to lean down a bit, but his discomfort was irrelevant. Lacing their fingers, Raven would pull him backwards until they reached her room, then grab his shirt and drag him in.

Once they were in the safety of her room, she would remove her cloak and they did whatever she wanted. Sometimes it was talking and cuddling, sometimes it was more. He didn't care what they did when they were together, really. A lot of times, she would talk about how happy she was that she loved him. He quite liked that.

The other Titans noticed. Sometimes they would confront Beast Boy about how much time he and Raven spent together, but never Raven herself. But Beast Boy didn't care what they thought, or anyone else. When he was with his love, nothing else mattered.

Since he and Raven had been together, his losing streak against Cyborg had been at an all time high. But he didn't mind.