Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans
Dinner sucks. Well the food does, everything up until now can actually pass as pleasant. Beast Boy holds back on his jokes, and even though the waitress recognizes us, she's nice enough to not make a big deal of it.
I push my sad attempt at a salad away from me. Beast Boy's poking at his plate, but he hasn't eaten anything off of it.
"Pizza?" I offer.
"Pizza." He nods.
With a wad of cash and a note to the waitress we're out of there.
"Don't tell Cyborg about this okay?" Beast Boy asks me once we're outside.
I find it funny that he has to ask me to keep a secret.
"Tell who about what?"
He catches my smirk and smiles, "Thanks Rae."
I shrug as we turn the corner. Soon we're at the pizza place. When I order two slices of pepperoni Beast Boy casually mentions the list of animals who were brutally murdered to provide that pepperoni. A mysterious wind casually strikes him with his own menu. Everything's perfectly normal again.
One of us lets out a sigh. It might be us both; we lasted an unbelievably long time. My ear is right against his heart and it's beating so hard that his whole chest quivers with it. It's a little startling.
"That was…awesome." He says.
I smirk. Now I take a little pride in the pounding of his heart. I don't even mind that he's talking after sex again.
"I guess." I kiss his collarbone; hopefully he'll know I'm teasing him.
He scoffs at me, but his fingers slowly crisscross up and down my back. It's rather soothing. I vaguely wonder if he always does this, but somewhere I know he doesn't. He doesn't talk, he doesn't caress, Beast Boy sleeps; nothing more.
I should still tell him.
"Beast Boy?"
"Hm?" His heartbeat has slowed.
"We're just friends right?" I should be more assertive, but it's not in me. Besides, this isn't something to be told, it's something that needs to be discussed. It's a shame we aren't better practiced at discussing things.
His heart picks up a little, "We've always been friends, Rae."
I sigh. I pull myself up so I can look him in the eye. His eyes open lazily.
"We aren't anything more? I mean, you don't want to date me, do you?"
He laughs and sits up too. "Why would I want to date you?"
"Gee, when you put it like that…"
"Shit, sorry, no that's not what I meant." He panics and grabs for my hand. "I just, I mean, do you even want to date anyone? Because I always figured you weren't into that kind of thing."
There's a pause. I consider the one time that I did actually want that, but that was a very long time ago, and even then it wasn't Beast Boy. I squeeze his hand.
"No, I don't want to date anyone." I wish I hadn't said anything now, "I just didn't want to hurt you; if you did want to date me. You've had enough rejection."
He rolls his eyes, "Gee, when you put it like that…"
"Sorry."
Beast Boy gives me a half-smile. His hand squeezes mine. He forgives me, he understands, he doesn't think I hate him. And that is nice.
"We can talk more. After all, we're friends, and friends talk to each other."
I think we're both surprised when I say this.
"Do friends also go get dinner on occasion?" He leans forward once he shakes off his surprise.
"Only if it's pizza."
"Oh c'mon! Vegan food can be good!" I know he's right, but his frustration is fun.
"Right," I move to lie down next to him.
"Fine, I'll just have to cook something for you to prove it." He states. Soon he lies down too.
"Careful, you're stepping into dating territory." I say as he drapes his arm over me.
He rolls his eyes and puts his forehead against mine, "Friends can cook for each other, Rae."
"Just spare me the candlelight and fine linen tablecloths." I say. I drape my leg over his hip.
"Nothing but the least romantic dinners for you."
"Good," I feel his hand dip down my back and make a deliberate path across my hip.
"You know," He whispers to me. "Some friends, not all friends, but some, like to sleep together."
"Oh?" My voice comes out in a breath; his fingers find and probe the area between my legs.
"Yeah," He flicks that special spot and I jerk against him, "And sometimes they go crazy and do it twice in one night."
He needs to shut up, so I kiss him. His fingers press harder. One leg is crossed behind him, and I use it to pull him closer.
My hands are in his hair when he whispers against my mouth. "We're still not telling the others about this?"
I know he's asking for clarification, which I appreciate. But I also appreciate that if he would just focus, I might come soon. I pull him down to me.
"Tell who about what?"