Author's Note: So, the end of this became significantly kinkier than I had anticipated. You've been warned, so if you want to skip after the page-break, I understand.
Sting
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The smell of burnt eggs filled his nose to the point of waking him up thinking the kitchen was on fire. He gasped and sat up in bed, feeling panic sink into him as his body tried to shake off the shackles of sleep. It wasn't until he realized that the smell was coming from Raven's kitchen, that he realized it was stupid to panic, and he fell back into the soft, downy covers that cocooned him.
Beast Boy rolled over to his other side and stared through the crack in the door at the dark, hazy figure standing in the kitchen. He eyed the shape of the body, recognizing the curve in her hip and the slight tilt to her shoulder as she stared at the pan with a mixture of horror and anger. He fought back an unusual surge of laughter. Nine months away and she still had no idea how to cook. He could only imagine how she managed to survive in her time away from the tower. Probably on microwave meals and tea. Well, at least she couldn't burn water… yet.
He nuzzled his face into her pillow and breathed deep, taking in the scent of fresh water and tea as if it were the first time he had smelled her particular perfume. Sighing, he stared up at the ceiling, wishing he didn't have to get up. Her bed was so fucking soft he could lay there for hours, drifting in and out of sleep. It was like being on a cloud. But, he had to be the knight in shining armor, saving his helpless damsel from the dragon named "Breakfast".
His thoughts stopped violently.
Breakfast.
That meant he slept over.
He didn't do sleepovers.
Ever.
Swallowing another wave of panic he sat up and stared at his lap, fidgeting. Sleepovers were something you did when you were serious. When you had plans of taking the relationship past first names only and body shots. He watched her through the crack in the door, thinking very hard about what he was actually doing with Raven. It wasn't as if he wanted her to become just a way to release pressure, but they had both talked somewhat off-handedly about keeping this simple. It was sex and it was friendship, but it was not a relationship.
Except he loved her.
And he was pretty sure she loved him.
And he was sleeping over.
Biting back a curse, he pulled his shirt on over his head, walking into the kitchen. He grabbed the spatula from her hands and shook his head, laughing at her.
"Give me this before you set the whole building on fire. The Titans are not firefighters."
She looked up at him with a look that sat somewhere between "I'm going to kill you" and "how many ways can I torture you" before reluctantly relinquishing her position in front of the stove. She huffed indignantly as he scraped the burnt remnants of eggs into the trash can and cleaned out the pan.
"Egg carton, please." He held out his hand and Raven put the small carton of egg substitute in his hand. He poured the contents into the pan, letting the remaining heat start the process as he adjusted the temperature on the stove. He glanced over his shoulder at her and shook his head. "Low and slow, Raven. Otherwise you're going to burn everything." He paused and chuckled under his breath. "To be perfectly honest, I'm amazed you even had a pan."
"Don't be a jerk."
"I'm just saying… I've only ever seen you cook once at the tower, and it consisted of god awful pancakes before the end of the world." He nudged her playfully as she continued to glower at him, obviously not amused with his teasing. Well, it wasn't necessarily her fault she cooked worse than Starfire.
There was a lull in the energy between them as Raven moved toward the fridge, looking for something. Beast Boy decided the best way to start the conversation was when he wasn't looking at her. "So… you let me stay."
She shrugged and pulled juice from the fridge. "You were half-dead on my doorstep. Besides, you were so concerned with making love to me last night that I didn't even have a chance to heal you until after you fell asleep. What do you expect me to do about that?"
Okay, good point. He moved the eggs around in the pan, trying not to remember the young girl's pale, innocent face as he held her in his arms. Her body was so cold, her eyes so lifeless, and her heart so still. She wasn't supposed to die, she was just a young girl. It was the whole reason he sought the solace of Raven's company and her body.
"Hey."
He felt arms wrap around his midsection as Raven pressed her body along the length of his back. It was a surprisingly sweet move for someone whose whole life depended on reservation and distance. He glanced over his shoulder at her. "Who are you and what have you done with Raven?"
Her arms dropped immediately and she glared up at him. "Well, excuse me for trying to be nice to you."
"You? Nice?" He snorted. "I'll believe it when I see it."
She rolled her eyes and let silence fall over them again.
Beast Boy turned around and grabbed meatless bacon from her, throwing it into another pan to crisp. "It's eleven on a Wednesday. Aren't you supposed to be at class?"
She shrugged. "Thanksgiving break."
"Ah." He paused and saw her fidget with her tea ball, obviously trying to say something without actually having to say it. "What, Raven?"
"Tomorrow… it's Thanksgiving, and I don't have anything to do, and I know that Star makes a big deal about the day, so if you don't want to I understand, but…" Red filled her face and she opened the fridge to reveal a Tofurky loaf sitting on the top shelf. "I thought, maybe… you and I…" She sighed and looked up at him. "Look, after the way you were last night, I don't know what to do. I'm just trying to cheer you up, okay?"
As he stared at the Tofurky loaf, the meatless bacon, and the egg substitute, he realized one shocking thing: she was trying to be a girlfriend. She was trying (in her own, weird, Raven way) to take care of him, and to be something that resembled a real girlfriend. Someone sweet who cared for him and reach out to help him when he had fallen. Something inside he was saying that he shouldn't get attached, but he wasn't going to listen to whatever stupid part of his brain was thinking that.
"I'd love to have Thanksgiving with you." He smiled and turned back to the pan, trying to hide his excitement as he continued to cook breakfast. "So, are you working tonight?"
"No, I took some time off. I don't go in until Monday night."
A smirk spread across his lips. That was a whole five days away. "Until Monday?"
"Yeah, why?"
He gave a one-shouldered shrug, moving the eggs around in the pan. "I thought maybe I would stay here for the weekend. If you don't mind."
"I have a paper to write."
His heart fell a little. "Oh."
There was a long pause before she continued, and he could hear her fidgeting behind him still. "But as long as you don't bother me, I can have it done in a few hours."
It was as close to an invitation as he was going to get. She wanted him to stay with her.
And who was he to refuse her?
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Beast Boy wasn't all that into football. That was really more Cy's thing, afterall he had played the sport for sometime before his accident. But, at the end of the day beast Boy didn't mind watching a game if it helped pass the time until Raven finished her paper. She was on hour three, fervently typing away as her lips mumbled out phrases she wrote or second guessed her citations or quotes. It was cute, but not cute enough to keep him occupied for three hours.
And so, after awhile, he got bored. The weather was boring, the apartment was boring, and the game was boring. The opposing team wasn't giving a damn effort; it was the third quarter and the score was 21-0. God. What a big, boring disaster. He leaned back into the sofa and channel surfed for a moment, only stopping when it happened.
It. That myth that was said to exist when you chose the right channel at the right time.
That fuzzy, snowy screen where shapes were illegible, but the sound wasn't.
A moan broke the silence of the room and Raven looked up from her laptop, blood leaving her face as she stared at the snowy television. "What in the world…?"
Beast Boy shrugged, pretending nonchalance. "I got bored. I didn't think that this was real. I thought it was just an urban myth that you could hear porn when you turn it to the right channel."
Raven looked panicked as she stared at the screen, obviously listening to the pants coming from the small speakers in her television.
"I'm still bored." Beast Boy grinned, reaching over and closing her laptop with a decisive snap. He could smell the sweet scent of arousal on her, drowning out all reservation he might have had, along with all desire to be a gentleman. She glared at him, but (surprisingly) made no move to open her laptop. He licked his lips as another moan filled the still air, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head suggestively toward the screen.
"Are you suggesting we have sex to this?"
He moved closer to her, sliding his hand up her shirt, stroking the silky skin of her stomach. "Are you suggesting we not?"
She glared at him. "It's fuzzy porn. You can't even see the picture."
He chuckled and bit down on her ear. "It's not about that the video, Raven. Just listen."
Skin slapped against skin as the moaning continued. He could see Raven's fingers twitch just so, as if she were having fantasies she couldn't articulate to him. She kept her face blank and stood up, glaring at him.
"Paper, Gar. I have to finish my paper. You promised me I could finish my paper." She moved around the edge of the sofa, but he grabbed her wrist before she moved too far. There was a moment suspended in time as he jumped over the back of the sofa and pinned her to the low back of the furniture with his body, pressing his weight along the full-length of her back.
His tongue traced the shell of her ear as his hands slid under her shirt again, drawing random patterns on her skin. "Come on, Rae. It's just a little fun. There's no harm in having a little fun between two consenting adults… right?" He pulled away just enough to pull her shirt off over her head, tossing it on the floor.
Cold air wrapped around them, turning her bare breasts into peaks of pleasure, ripe for his touch. His hands slid slowly up her torso, teasing her as she arched against him, and rested on the soft mounds of flesh presented to him. He feathered his thumbs over her nipples, feeling her blush spread across her skin.
"Listen…"
Moans followed by words that should never be uttered in polite company filled the air, and he could smell the sweet scent of her arousal filling the small living room. He could take her now easily. Rip off her pants and bend her over the back of the sofa, relentlessly filling her until she came crashing down from her high. But that took all the fun out of the game, and Beast Boy certainly loved to play all kinds of games. His teeth tugged on her ear again as one hand ventured beneath her sweat pants, cupping her through her utilitarian panties and feeling her wetness soak through. A breathy moan escaped her lips and she ground against him.
"Let's turn this into a game, Raven." He pulled down her sweat pants and panties, leaving her naked in front of him, pressed against his clothed body. "I'll leave this on, and if you can get through writing the rest of the paper without trying to touch yourself or get yourself off, then I'll leave you alone for the rest of the night to read or write or whatever."
He slid a finger between her legs, teasing her but not pushing inside. She whimpered, but said nothing.
"In fact, I'll even sit through that damn five hour version of Pride and Prejudice you secretly adore."
He felt her blush against his skin as he called her out on her dirty little secret. She had the ever-feminine crush on Mr. Darcy.
"And if I can't… stop myself?"
He shrugged, bringing his finger to his lips and licking her moisture from his hand. "You pull up On-Demand and we watch it without the snowy picture."
He felt her fidget beneath him. They were both good options, and either way, she won. Well, if she was into that kind of thing, which he highly doubted. He couldn't imagine Raven reading a trashy romance novel, let alone watch hard-core porn.
"Okay."
A tremor of shock coursed through him, but he didn't let it show on his face. He was really expecting more of a fight from her, and significantly more names hurled at his head. Maybe she was kinkier than she let on. That wouldn't be such a bad thing. Especially not when he was so bored.
He guided her naked body back around the sofa and sat her down, handing her laptop back to her without any ceremony. She took a deep breath and opened the screen as if this were just another day and she was writing just another paper. She continued to write, but her words were not as even or concise anymore. Her typing seemed unusual, and she shifted in her seat each time a moan broke the pattern of her typing.
Fucking hot.
Beast Boy watched her for a moment before realizing that his own body was in desperate need of some attention. He reached into his own pants and began stroke himself, both looking for a little relief and knowing exactly what it would do to her own resolve: shatter it.
Raven jerked in surprise and stared at him, eyes wide with shock. "But…"
"I didn't say anything about me not enjoying pictureless porn. I can touch myself all I want because I'm not ashamed." He grinned at her and leaned back into the sofa, listening to the sounds from the screen. It was a little annoying, but he wouldn't admit that out loud. The gasps and moans weren't the same pitch as Raven's, so he had a hard time getting in the mood, but with Raven watching him play with himself, it didn't take long before he was fully erect.
Raven stared at her keyboard, still trying to write something and block out the image of him playing with himself while listening to porn. She fidgeted and tapped her nails on the keys, not actually writing anything down. Every few seconds she would glance over at him, her face would flush, and she would turn back to her computer as if nothing had happened.
It was hilarious.
And a huge turn on.
Another moan erupted from the screen and Raven shivered, her hands shaking. She was going to break soon, obviously on the verge of needing some serious maintenance. Beast Boy closed his eyes and whispered her name, imagining her hands on him, stroking him, helping him reach his peak.
"Stop."
He popped one eye open and stared at her flushed face. "Why?"
"Because it's hard to think when you're… like that."
"Too bad." He dropped his voice low and smirked. "I'm just imagining you all over me right now, and I can't help it if I react this way."
Raven glared but said nothing as she returned to her computer.
The moans from the screen were coming in louder and faster, and the sound of skin on skin as the pace picked up. Fuck me with your giant cock. Beast Boy looked over at Raven, grinning as her hands fisted in the sofa upholstery as she stared helplessly at her keyboard.
The barriers had been shattered. Only moments remained until all was lost.
Beast Boy watched her scream in frustration before she slammed the computer shut and slid her hand between her own legs. Touchdown. He grinned and dragged her body over the space between them on the sofa to his lap, having her straddle his thighs.
His fingers buried in her hair and he pulled her lips down to his. "Fuck me."
She didn't need to be told twice. She speared herself on his body and cried out in an immediate orgasm. Her hands bit into his shoulders as she rode him through the wave of relentless pleasure. She threw back her head and screamed as her body convulsed around him. That alone was enough to make him lose his well-placed control and he came without warning, growling her name into her skin as she slumped against him.
Minutes passed, and the moans behind them grew louder until Beast Boy fumbled for the remote to turn it off. Silence filled the small space between them, lulling them both back into a contented state. He nuzzled her neck, nipping occasionally at her skin until she picked up her head and stared down at him.
"I can still say I've never watched porn."
He laughed at her, running his hands over the soft curves of her body. "Not for much longer."
Her face fell, and Beast Boy knew that the sport of teasing her had just begun.
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So, you were warned. Anyway, let me know what you think. Thanks for reading!