Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans nor am I affiliated with The Cab and their music.
A/N: I AM BACK! Whew, school has been kicking my butt. Who knew college was so hard? Erm, heh, um… anyway, this songfic was requested by PoptartLegit. So, PoptartLegit, I hope you (and everyone else reading) enjoys. Thanks!
Intoxicated by The Cab
"Purple," he said, "definitely purple."
The demoness raised a sceptic eyebrow, "That's a color, Beast Boy."
He paused, "Oh. Right, heh. Well, you'd still be purple."
"Okay then," Raven took a sip of her tea. Apparently he can smell colors now, she rolled her eyes, why do I even bother? The scent of honey and ginger wafted up from her cup, lightly caressing her senses, and relaxed her. Even with Robin's tough new training regime, Starfire's insistence on venturing to the "mall of shopping", Cyborg's over boisterous temperament, and Beast Boy's… well, his newfound ability to detect the scent of a color, Raven still found herself at peace within their tower.
That is, until she felt something warm press against her neck. "What the-" she snapped, leaning away from her teammate, "Beast Boy, what are you doing?"
The changeling blinked, his jaw dropping slightly.
She waited for an explanation, bringing her fingers up to touch the spot his lips had touched.
"I, uh," his face heated up and he scooted back, away from her, "U-uh. S-Sorry! It's not what you think!"
"Then what, exactly, is it?" she seethed, narrowing her eyebrows.
Beast Boy scanned the room quickly, his eyes searching for the closest escape route. "Y-You just, uh," he stammered, crawling back towards the opposite arm of the couch, "smell really good."
He was just smelling me? Raven paused, eying him warily, and then glanced down at her mug of tea. "I thought you said I smelled like the color purple," she wondered how in the world honey and ginger would remind someone of a cool color.
Blushing something furious, the changeling shrugged and let out a strained chuckle. "Y-Yeah, uh… you do, and, well… hey Rae?"
"Raven."
"Uh… right. Raven. You aren't going to kill me for sniffing you, right?"
She sighed and took another sip of her drink. "No, but don't do it again," she murmured.
Beast Boy let out a relieved sigh, sliding back down onto the cushion.
They sat in silence, the demoness slowly consuming her aromatic concoction and the changeling trying not to get caught staring. Eventually, Raven narrowed her eyebrows and set the mug in her lap, "Beast Boy."
"Yes?" his eyes went wide and he looked away, suddenly fascinated by the worn stitching in the leather couch's seams.
"Why do you keep staring at me?"
"Me?" Beast Boy let out a laugh too vociferous to be genuine, running his gloved fingers along the black thread, "I wasn't staring."
She watched him and sighed heavily. He's such a headache, the demoness brought the cup to her lips again.
It was then that Beast Boy spared her a glance, noting the 'Keep Calm and Drink Tea' mug in her hands. His mouth formed a little 'o' of comprehension and in the blink of an eye, he was on the other side of her drink, staring down into it.
"Gah!" Raven scooted back, nearly splashing the tea all over her leotard when the arm of the couch prevented her from moving too far. "Beast Boy-" she seethed, but froze at the revelation of how close their faces were.
He looked into her eyes, his own sparkling with mischief and wonder. "That's it!" the changeling declared, "What kind of tea is that?"
"Um," she blinked, cheeks tinting red, "honey and ginger." She noticed his nose flare, inhaling the scent.
"Smells like purple."
The demoness scoffed incredulously, staring him down despite the proximity breach, "What's with you and the color purple?"
Beast Boy thought for a moment, the turning cogs in his mind showing right through to his expression, before shrugging. "I'm not sure," he admitted, "something about the color just seems to fit, I guess."
"I see."
He glanced at the cup, hovering just below her lips.
She waited, resisting the urge to squirm under his gaze, "What?"
"Can I try some?"
"Uh…"
"Please? Pretty please?" he pouted, fang protruding, and leaned closer.
Her eyes widened and she pushed the cup towards him; anything to get him out of her face.
The boy sat back on his feet, taking the mug as he did so. "Sweet, heh," he brought it to his lips and took a big gulp.
"Wait, it's-"
"AUGH!" he spit it back out into the mug, a few droplets of too-hot-for-Beast-Boy tea splashing onto his gloves, "That was hot!"
Raven took a deep breath, resisting the urge to teleport him out in the middle of the bay, and shook her head. "Of course it is, it's tea. Did you think I drank it cold?" the girl took the cup from him and set it on the coffee table, rendering it undrinkable now. No way was she going to drink his backwash.
Tongue scalded and spirits dimmed, the changeling huffed and crossed his arms, "Coulda warned me, Rae."
She closed her eyes, "Raven. My name is Raven."
"Erm, right. My bad," he smiled sheepishly, "Uh, Raven?"
She raised an eyebrow, bringing her knees closer towards her chest so as not to brush against him involuntarily.
The changeling chuckled a bit, nervous as always, and rubbed the back of his neck.
"What?"
"Uhm, can I try it again?"
Raven glanced at the discarded mug beside them. You already spat into it, moron. Of course you can. "Yeah," she shrugged lightly.
He nodded, reaching for the cup, then paused. "Raven?" dropping his arm, the boy bit his lip and glanced at her.
She raised both eyebrows minutely, curiously, wishing he'd just leave already. Well, no, the demoness corrected herself, I wish he wouldn't have ruined my tea.
The changeling sat upright and looked at her fully, garnering her attention. It was quiet while green eyes bore into violet. Violet. Violet. Beast Boy blinked, then smiled genuinely and let out a chuckle, "So that's purple…"
"What?"
"Nothing, uh…"
She waited, skin crawling with nerves at the way he looked at her. Raven couldn't help but try to scoot farther away, her back pressing deeply into the arm of the couch. Something about his gaze made her want to run.
Beast Boy leaned forward, placing one hand on the cushion beside her thigh.
Yet, at the same time, it kept kept her rooted to the spot.
He paused mere inches from her face, able to pick up the trace of honey and ginger in the air, and dropped his eyes to her lips.
"B-Beast Boy?"
His other gloved hand cupped her cheek, it's leathery thumb dragging slowly across her skin and sending chills up her spine.
Raven's heart threatened to beat out of her chest, the incessant thumping shortening her breath, and she considered phasing away into the couch. But as his lips hovered so close to hers, mouth parted just enough for her to see that infamous fang poking up from the bottom, she realized that she didn't want to. She didn't want to leave. Instead, the demoness closed her eyes and waited for what came next.
Beast Boy took a deep breath, finally closing the distance between them.
Their senses ran rampant with the combination of stale pizza, honey, and ginger. His lips, chapped and dry, brushed against her perfectly smoothed ones in a delicate peck. Beast Boy lingered there, mouths pressed lightly together, not entirely sure of what to do next.
And scared shitless.
Slowly, he went to pull away - but was stopped when her fist grabbed hold of the front of his shirt. She balled up the material, eyes still closed, and murmured something under her breath only his super hearing could catch.
"Oh, um…" his face lit up in a furious blush.
She knitted her eyebrows together in frustration, speaking low, "I said, if you're going to kiss me, do it right."
He nodded meekly, leaning towards her once more and grazing her lips. Beast Boy's eyes widened when she pulled him closer, using both hands to grasp his uniform, and began to rhythmically move her mouth against his. Hesitantly, the changeling followed her lead.
Raven's skin flushed even more as her teammate swept his fingers through her hair, resting at the nape of her neck. She tilted her head and deepened the kiss, though still found herself surprised when his tongue slipped into her mouth.
Both of them paused, taken aback by the changeling's forwardness. Raven tensed up a bit and Beast Boy wondered, frantically, if he'd made the wrong move. His string of thought was interrupted when the gesture was returned, albeit cautiously. Slowly, as their tongues intertwined and lips meshed together, his eyes closed so he could savor the moment. Her kiss was sweet, in an oddly sharp kind of way, and made his body feel like it was on fire.
Eventually, the demoness released her hold on his shirt and snaked her hands up to clasp around the back of his neck. Absent-mindedly, the girl ran her fingers through his choppy green hair. It was coarse and not necessarily soft, but she played with the strands, regardless.
"Mmm'ey," Beast Boy murmured against her lips.
She froze at the sound of his voice: that childish, pre-pubescent sound he'd yet to fully grow out of, and her eyes flew open. She was kissing Beast Boy. The Beast Boy, resident prankster of Titans' Tower who made it his goal in life to bother her every single day.
Beast Boy stopped, too, though lingered long enough to see if she was going to continue. When the answer was no, he pulled away slowly. Raven's face was lit aflame, the blush so prominent it probably reached her ears, and the girl took heavy breaths. Her lips, swollen and shined by the kiss, caught his attention and he wanted nothing more than to lean back down to meet them.
Raven stared at him, caught between wonderfully bewildered and utterly horrified, and brought her arms back to her sides. What had she done?
He sat back, wiping the moisture from his lips. "U-Um," the changeling cleared his throat, "did I, uh, do something wrong?"
Blinking away the surprise - or at least, most of it - her eyes softened and she looked down at her hands. "No," her voice was quiet, unsure, "not really."
"Not really?"
The demoness bit the inside of her cheek, "No. Not at all. That was, um… nice."
His face lit up, "Really?" before dropping into confusion, "Then, uh, why'd you stop?"
She hesitated, uncertain of how to explain.
"...Raven?"
"It's just," the girl looked up at bit, focusing on the wrinkles she put in the front of his uniform, "a lot to take in, I guess."
Beast Boy nodded in understanding, rubbing the back of his neck and wishing her hands were still clasped there, "I got ya. Yeah, um… it, uh… It was good, though."
A dark eyebrow raised, curious but not overtly so.
"It was like… uhm… it reminded me of-"
"Purple?"
At that, he smiled, "Yeah. Reminded me of the color purple."
She smiled, too, and finally looked up at him. Her eyes projected the longing her heart felt to be close to him again, despite her brain's protests, and it was like they were back at square one all over again.
The changeling saw his own desire reflected in her eyes. He bit his lip.
"...Do you wan-"
"Yes!" he blurted out, leaning in to her again, "God, yes."
Raven met him in the middle, their lips crashing together in a desperate mess, and tangled her fingers through his hair once more. His arms slid into her cloak to wrap around her waist. With some semi-sloppy, amateurish maneuvering, Beast Boy pulled her into his lap; the demoness' legs straddled him against the back of the couch, pinning him in place.
Her heart nearly leapt through her chest, but she ignored that - along with the chaos of butterflies in her stomach. It was a miracle her powers hadn't gone haywire, yet.
Beast Boy moved his lips to the side of her mouth and kissed along her jawline, mimicking all of the romantic comedies their alien teammate had made him suffer through. As his breath tickled the corner of her jaw, Raven sucked in a breath of air.
At least those movies were good for something, he grinned against her skin, trailing pecks down to the hem of her leotard collar. The two were so distracted - Raven, by the way his lips felt on her neck and Beast Boy, in how each mark he left on her would remind him it was real - they hardly noticed Raven's tea mug, along with various other household objects, lift violently into the air. Beast Boy bit down teasingly, a playful nip, and the cup exploded beside them. The two jumped in fright.
Raven looked behind them, porcelain pieces littering the floor, and frowned.
"Gah!" the changeling opened his eyes and peered over too. His teammate turned to him, her eyes white from an emotional power surge, and he shrunk further into the couch with a sheepish grin.
She huffed, reaching up to the tender spot he'd nipped at and was surprised to find several large bumps. "What did you do?" Raven gawked, running her fingers over the raised skin.
Beast Boy chuckled nervously, "D-Don't worry about it, Rae."
The demoness gave him a sharp look at the nickname before brushing it off with an endearing roll of her eyes. She lowered her hands to his chest and gazed down at him, not unaware of his thumb drawing circles on one of her bare thighs.
"S-So…"
"So."
"What'd you think?" he grinned cheekily up at her, fang and all.
Cheeks tinted red, Raven offered him a small smile. She leaned down and rested her forehead against his, closing her eyes, "It was…"
"Purple?" she snorted in amusement.
"I was going to say intoxicating, but sure… it was purple."