*A/N* It took some time to discover what I really wanted to do with this Chapter, but I'm satisfied with what I got. Sure, it's a bit on the short side, but I figured y'all needed a break after the last Chapter. Plus, if you order now, you get some steam with your fluff, absolutely free! Enjoy! *A/N*
"This is Channel 45 News with Ruby o'Michaels."
A well dressed, prim newscaster sat behind her usual podium, papers in hand. The frame behind her read 'Clash of The Titans' in large green letters.
"Early this morning, Anton T. Scissors, better known as the supervillain Weatherman, was accosted by the Teen Titans with the help of noted physicists Dr. Gustavos Scissors and Dr. Milos Fojtik. The younger Scissors was terrorizing passerby in Central Park when he was confronted by the Titans, leading to Scissors transforming himself into a monster, only to be defeated by an enormous raven-shaped being, which was apparently under the Titans' control. Residents describe what they saw."
The screen cut to an elderly woman in a sun visor speaking into the microphone.
"I was out for my morning walk when I heard a huge crash and police sirens, and by the time I got over here to see what was going on, the sun was completely covered. I thought 'there's no clouds, is this an eclipse?' And then I saw this huge shadow shaped like a bird…"
Another cut showed a businessman with a Bluetooth in his ear, his eyes covered by sunglasses.
"I couldn't believe it. This giant… I don't know how else to describe it, ice sculpture was walking down Main Street…"
Another cut to an old, wheezy-voiced man in a baseball cap.
"This…glass creature was walkin' back an' forth, stompin' on cars, spittin' fire, an' it's the honest to goodness truth that a big ol' shadowy crow or eagle showed up an' started squishin' it."
"Were you afraid?" the reporter asked.
"Oh, I was sayin' my prayers. I thought I was gonna be breakfast!" the old man said, with a raspy chortle. The camera went back to the newscaster.
"The Teen Titans suffered some injuries, two of them, Robin and Cyborg, are currently receiving treatment for 2nd degree burns, contusions, and exhaustion, but a full recovery is expected. We spoke to team member Starfire about the nature of this giant avian spectacle.
The camera cut to Starfire, holding an ice pack to her head and sitting on a park bench.
"Could you describe this creature that put a stop to Anton Scissors?"
"I am afraid I cannot, I was without consciousness during the appearance."
"Do you know where it came from? Popular opinion suggests that your friend Raven had something to do with it."
"She has told me that she was involved, along with Friend Beast Boy, but I cannot define what the two of them did."
"The teammates spoken of, Raven of Azarath and Garfield Logan, better known as Beast Boy, are rumored to be in a relationship together, but neither of them have been available for questioning on this matter or on this being they were involved in creating. Thankfully, after the smoke cleared, the total fatality count for this extravaganza is zero. Anton Scissors is now receiving treatment at the Cedar Grove Sanitarium, and the Titans say that they will help repair Main Street as soon as the five of them are back on their feet. In other News, members of Congress continue to debate the bill for…"
The News continued being played on the common room television, despite the fact that no one was watching. In fact, no one in the Tower was even present in the common room, and less than half of the Titans were even conscious.
Robin and Cyborg lay in the medical bay, Cyborg was plugged into one of his machines to repair his many overheated circuits, and his recently severed forearm was reattached and being rewired. Robin was allowing the burns he received to heal, covered in disinfectant and aloe, and was battling a mild concussion from Weatherman's many attacks on his cranium.
Starfire had thankfully only received a bruise on the side of her temple, her bite-wound clean and bandaged. She had taken some antihistamines to help with her headache, and slept on her bed with a bag of ice resting on her bruise.
Beast Boy only needed minimal care for some minor burns and had to be checked for head trauma, which he was without. But after the Mind-Meld, he was exhausted, finding the nearest comfortable surface to flop down upon and rest his weary bones.
Raven had been left relatively unscathed, only a few scrapes dotting her body here and there. But like Beast Boy, she was left extremely tired from the entire Mind-Meld process. After taking a few minutes to grab the breakfast she missed, she retired to her bedroom to relax.
Luckily for her, she had company.
Raven had always prided herself in being a linguist. She could speak multiple languages flawlessly, knew the meaning of practically every word in the dictionary, and most of her power derived from being able to speak her mantra.
Beast Boy, on the other hand, wasn't exactly a scholar. Sure, he was no idiot, but he had a habit of sticking with the words he liked, and rarely venturing out of his comfort zone. Raven had actually created a 'Dude Jar' for him, requiring him to drop a quarter into a large container whenever he said the word 'Dude' around her. So far, he was up to nine and a half dollars.
In short, Raven had Beast Boy beat many times over in terms of the internal oral department.
Externally, however, Beast Boy dominated.
He was a charismatic speaker, portraying his charming and quirky nature well whenever he was in public, whether speaking to reporters or fans. Raven found it extremely difficult to speak in public, notorious for one word answers and the over-use of "I don't know."
Then, there was kissing.
Beast Boy was much more privy to kissing 'etiquette.' He knew when to keep things chaste and gentle, but he also knew when it was time to get a bit more passionate and frisky. He was proud of his so-called 'frenching' ability, and anyone who had been on the opposite end of a lip-lock with him always complimented this talent.
Raven, seeing as how the only people she had ever kissed were her mother and Beast Boy, was more of a rookie. She could count the amount of times she had been brave enough to try anything beyond a simple peck on one hand. She had a tendency to back out whenever Beast Boy gave her an invitation to a more sultry form of lip-to-lip affection, and in the rare cases that she didn't, she was quite passive, usually just parting her lips and allowing her boyfriend to make all the necessary movements.
But today, she had made an exception for herself. Beast Boy had not only proven that he had the mental strength to handle a Mind-Meld, but he had also controlled his anger remarkably. She was quite proud of him and herself for managing the latter as well. So today, she promised him a more active partner.
The two lay, wrapped up in Raven's bedspread, arms curled about each other's bodies and lips firmly attached. Their tongues were wrestling playfully, challenging each other to best them in a friendly match. Beast Boy had also taken the opportunity to tousle Raven's hair. He savored the way it felt when it softly ran through his fingers.
She also smelled wonderful. Not due to any fragrance or soap, although he loved her Lady Luck perfume, but it was the natural, musky scent that only his heightened sense of smell could really appreciate. It was purely organic, but had a level of feminine delicacy that was distinctly hers.
Raven had a habit of playing with his pointed ears whenever they were close like this. She enjoyed curling them downward, then releasing them so they sprang back into place instantaneously. They were also velvety thanks to the fine, fuzzy hair on the back of them. Even though she wouldn't admit it, he was right: chicks did dig the ears. At least, this one did.
Beast Boy took a moment to separate himself from Raven, then tilted his head to the right and leaned into her neck. Carefully, as to avoid cutting her with his fangs, he nibbled the velvety, cool to the touch skin.
Raven's head dipped backwards inadvertently and she let out a soft moan. All at once, the lamp on her bedside table rattled and fell over.
Retracting instantly, Beast Boy looked to see if there was any damage, then turned back to Raven sheepishly.
"Couldn't help myself." He said apologetically.
"No big deal. I guess you should take it as a compliment." Raven replied.
Beast Boy grinned and moved in to kiss her again, but Raven stopped his advance with two fingers pressed against his lips.
"I think we've had enough for now." She said gently.
Beast Boy sighed, crestfallen. "Not even a little?" he wheedled.
"Maybe later, if you're on your best behavior." Raven said.
Beast Boy crossed his arms and frowned mightily. "You know, I don't appreciate the down-talking. You're not that much older than me, and I'm eighteen, so you don't need to be so… condescending."
"Since when do you use such fancy words?"
"Since I started dating the biggest Grammar Nazi on the face of the planet."
Raven scoffed. "Look, we'll have some time together later, but right now, I'd really like some solitude."
Beast Boy's face brightened. "That reminds me! I have something for you!" He leapt from the bed and hurried out of the dormitory, returning quickly with a small envelope.
"Happy 2 Month Anniversary." He said, his face coloring slightly with a genuine smile.
Raven was shocked that he remembered.
"Sorry it's a bit belated, I meant to give it to you yesterday, but, you know, bad weather."
"No problem. I'm flattered you went to the trouble to even get me something. Thanks." Raven replied, taking the envelope with one hand and examining it with both. The envelope was blank save for the words 'For Raven' written neatly in black ink. Raven gingerly opened it up, revealing a small card inside.
She smirked at the cheesy joke on the front and opened the card, a small folded up piece of paper falling onto her lap. Ignoring it for the moment, she read the writing inside out loud.
"Hey, I know how much you hate it when I get all mushy, so let me just say that you've been the best girlfriend I've ever had, and I think I'm starting to feel a little more than serious about you."
Another message was written in a different color, clearly written at a different time.
"P.S.- Don't ever be afraid to show me how you feel. I'm here."
"P.S.S- I know you're gonna kill me for this, but you're kind of cute when you cry. But you still owe me a new shirt."
Raven rolled her eyes, but couldn't keep a small grin off of her face.
"Thanks, you insensitive moron." She replied, which elicited a mischievous wink from the changeling. She then picked up the bit of paper that fell from the card and unfolded it.
It was revealed to be two pieces of paper, and they each read 'The Amphitheatre.'
"That place you like is having a Friday the 13th marathon, and I got us some tickets to the first show tomorrow night! You know, for old time's sake."
Beast Boy was quite proud of himself for managing such a personal gift that they both could enjoy. But Raven didn't look the least bit impressed. In fact, she looked more upset.
"Wh-what's the matter?" he stammered. "You don't like it?"
"No, I do, I really do. But…" Raven leaned over, still under the covers, and opened the drawer on her bedside table. She extracted two identical tickets and held them up.
"Apparently, we think alike." She said.
Beast Boy stared vacantly for a few moments, his mouth hanging open. He then snickered once and collapsed into peals of laughter. Raven joined him in his mirth, and the two laughed hard for a solid half-minute. After it subsided, Beast Boy shrugged.
"What should we do, then?"
"Well, I guess we could each get a refund for one of our tickets…" Raven suggested.
"Or, we could see if someone wants to come with us."
"Who?"
"I saw Starfire watching New Nightmare yesterday."
Beast Boy hopped up onto the bed.
"You go ahead and get a refund for one of yours. This is supposed to be my treat."
Raven crossed her legs beneath the comforter. "Thanks. Not just for that, I mean, for everything you've said over these past few days, for Mind-Melding, for keeping me company last night… just…thank you."
Beast Boy grinned. "No biggie."
Raven roped him into a hug, pulling him backwards.
"You're never this modest with anyone."
"Don't expect it too often."
*A/N* Now ain't that sweet? I like a little bit of sugar with my spice, since writing straight up sauce is dissatisfying. See y'all next time. *A/N*