"BB, you should probably put her down now, she doesn't look very happy." Cyborg grinned as they headed back to his car, everyone was too tired and unmotivated to invent their own ways home.

Raven wanted to simply teleport home, but her body was busy healing, her powers nearly consumed by her subconscious drive to perfect her physical form, return it to a battle ready state. After all, the adrenaline in her system hand't faded yet, her mind was still ready to fight...her body on the other hand was very much poised and prepared for an entirely different physical activity. The things her body yearned for caused her mind embarrassment, blood flooded her cheeks delicately, every inch of her skin tingled delicately.

"Raven has never looked happy before so what am I supposed to base my assumptions on?" Beast Boy smiled widely and laughed. Raven hated the vibrations and the way his arms tightened protectively to keep her in place.

"Has our friend been harmed?" Starfire fretted out loud, worry masking her face as she and Robin got closer to the three.

"Only her pride." Beast Boy answered, reaching up to smack Raven on the back of the thigh with a large open palm, causing her to growl in surprise. To her dismay it even sounded a little distressed and Raven was not one to fall victim to distress of any sort.

She was deeply irked by the fact that his touch could cause her stomach to drop, irked by the fact that she could still feel where his hand had landed with faux force against bare, tender skin.

"Then we must preform the fixing of her pride...should you really hold her in that manner if she is indeed injured? Am I to assume the wound to her pride is not fatal?" Starfire questioned again, moving to walk slowly behind Beast Boy. Her strong, motherly hands reached out carefully and she moved Raven's face till she could make eye contact.

Raven closed her eyes tightly and tried to pull free of Starfire's slightly frantic grip, a frustrated groan escaped her throat once again.

"No, Star, she doesn't need medical attention, and I really doubt that her pride is damaged anyway...if it were then she'd be angry and defensive not complacent." Robin chimed in, already making arrangements for the proper authorities to take care of a very passed out and severely damaged Cinderblock.

Starfire nodded, smiling now, "Then I am pleased that no one has been harmed on this lovely outing with the family."

"I hate you." Raven snapped at Beast Bot. Her mind meant it...she strongly disliked his attitude towards life and people in general, lazy and sometimes thoughtless, but as much as she wanted to deny its existence she could feel something building at her center, some part of her loved the heat and the closeness that she'd been denied as a child.

She'd craved touch and love for so long back then that eventually the need had faded away...only to be renewed now. She was at a point where she could not, should not, act on those urges.

Raven heard the car door open, having been lost in her thoughts, and before she knew what was happening she'd been moved. Beast Boy now sat and she was straddling his hips, a knee on each of his sides, like some type of classless whore.

She blushed with a mix of anger and arousal and when she finally looked up to see Beast Boy's face he was starring at her, his hands now against her hips.

He felt his muscles urging her forward, pulling her closer, wishing to feel her chest against his...that and so much more…

Beast Boy swallowed hard suddenly, his mind reeling even faster, his pulse began to thump angrily in his chest; wide hips...perfect for childbirth, perfect for withstanding a little rough play...that and so much more.

His hands slid up her waist slowly, tenderly, everyone else in the car oblivious to their tension as it was near midnight and they'd already passed out of the city and its lights.

Raven knew she'd be embarrassed later, regret this with all of her heart and mind and soul, but at the moment the heat was so pleasant; she felt so...wanted… and needed...and desired that the force it would take her to move was unfathomable.

Even if this was a game to him (and she liked to think of it as a game for herself aswell) it felt so real and necessary that it didn't seem to matter where or who the generous attentions we coming from as long as they came.

"You're crushing my legs." Beast Boy smiled suddenly, needing to pull his mind away from what a lovely little breeding mate she would be...

Raven's heart stopped in her chest, that was all she'd needed to pull her from the reverie; but instead of scrambling off his lap, instead of showing her deep embarrassment, she slid from his touch and onto the middle seat, next to Starfire who was still to oblivious to notice anyone had ever spoken and very close to sleep.

Then, to satisfy herself, she conjured a mass of black magic and sent it towards his crotch with just enough force to hurt without permanently injuring him.

Her eyes widened when she realized he'd had an erection.

Now it was Beast Boy's turn to blush deeply, he hadn't realized how thoroughly his body had responded to her. He feared she would say something, after all he'd just embarrassed her, called her fat and more or less told her to get off.

Raven didn't say anything, she simply directed her gaze out Starfire's window.

Her passive behavior only made him feel worse. Even though Raven never showed her feelings he could always tell when she was upset or hurting. He could smell and feel her emotions roll of her in waves. Sure, he didn't always interpret them correctly, but he was always aware of their presence.

He wanted to reach out and touch her; but he wasn't sure if that gesture was of a comforting or sexual nature...that scared him more then anything.

Her soft curves caused him to be so deliriously distracted that he wanted to cry; everything about her made him want her more. She deserves to settle down one day too, right? We'll all have to settle down eventually. Robin had Starfire, Cyborg had Bee, and Raven was nearly perfect for him.

But for some reason he couldn't see Raven slowing down enough to do the things that he wanted to do. He wanted to get married one day and have children. He wasn't sure if those plans were those of his baser instincts or if they were genuinely his own. Though in the end it was apparent that the animal inside of him was part of him. Raven just fit. Cranky, abrasive and thickheaded seemed to be his style.

AN:

Thank you all (old and new)

-Kay