It's me again! Uh-oh, right? Right.

So, sriracha chicken is the best. C:

Edit: It really is. Almost done tweaking.

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Raven flipped the page of the book she was reading carefully. Starfire was asleep, cradled under her arm. It hadn't taken too long to subdue the Tamaranian, but reading like this was kind of hard. She closed the book. A nap never hurt anyone, and it was kind of late. Maybe she could just sleep for the night.

Pale fingers absently stroked and curled themselves around fiery strands of hair, and Raven contemplated inwardly what had been becoming of her lately. The 21-year old girl had had everything figured out. And suddenly, everything turned upside down on her inwardly. She wasn't reading people right, red flags were going up and she was missing them, and there was this phrase popping up over and over in her mind - "Insufficient data." - that she couldn't place, even through contemplation. She thought and thought and thought in circles until she just couldn't think any more, and drowsed off.

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BeastBoy watched the gunfight intently. Robin had his arm wrapped around the tough green shoulders, and was absently stroking the bared scars. BeastBoy healed fast, but those stripes may last a lifetime. 'He'll never be able to wear short sleeves again,' Robin mused unpleasantly. His arms tingled. Robin looked up at three men, laying on the ground, dying. The movie was nearly over. Masked eyes glanced to the right, at the nightstand. The clock blinked 10:47 PM. "I should go," he said quietly, as the credits began to roll.

BeastBoy looked at him, irises moving slightly as he tried to read the older boy's face. He pulled the blanket at his waist up some, and turned more onto his side, to face Robin. "Do you have to?" he asked, quietly, staring at him intently. "I, uh," Robin said, suddenly flustered. BeastBoy fiddled with the sleeve of Robin's tee.

"We've been sleeping next to each other for over a week, and, um," BeastBoy was suddenly embarrassed. "Aherm. I uh." A gunshot at the end of the credits startled both of them from an otherwise awkward silence, and they both laughed. "It got comfortable," Robin said, rubbing the back of his neck. BeastBoy crawled out of the bed, walking over to the TV. "Yeah," he agreed, "It was, uh, nice." A green thumb mashed into a little button, and the room was suddenly dark, save for one pink lava lamp.

"Well, if you want-"

"No, uh, it's okay, do whatever you want, man. Doesn't bother me. Heh," BeastBoy felt his way back to the bed, his eyes adjusting to the barely-there light. "Anything I want?" BeastBoy crawled back under the warm covers. "Well, uh, try to keep it PG-13, man," he joked, and laughed a little nervously. Robin moved around, laying on his back. "Uh," he said awkwardly. The pair jostled around for a minute or two, trying to get comfortable and not feel awkward at the same time. Finally, they were laying on their backs, arm to arm, flat. And it was quite, quite awkward.

"So, BeastBoy," Robin said, staring at the ceiling. "So, Robin," was the breathy reply. BeastBoy felt his heart beat harder. He enjoyed a curious, silky feeling fluttering in his stomach. "You never answered my question, you know, earlier." BeastBoy rolled onto his side, facing Robin.

"Ow! Owow!" Robin exclaimed, wriggling. BeastBoy leaned up quickly. "Oh, sorry! I, here," he moved around, floundering. "Better?"

"Yeah, uh. What were you saying?" There was a pause. Robin could see a faint pinkish outline of BeastBoy's head. For the first time in a long time, he felt butterflies in his stomach. No, no. It was manlier than that. Dragonflies. "Yeah," was all that came out. Suddenly BeastBoy's mouth was cotton-dry. "I like you, Uh." Robin leaned forward, and their noses bumped. Robin kissed the corner of BeastBoy's mouth – not what he was aiming for, but- BeastBoy tilted his head to the left, and kissed the Boy Wonder full on the lips.

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Smiiiilles~. C:

Edit: Aww. How cute and all. Tweaked more to my liking, hope it's improved!