Well, would you look at that - I still don't own the Teen Titans!

Honestly, it was starting to get ridiculous. Day in and day out, they were together; inseparable. You never saw one without the other. It was Beast Boy and Raven. Raven and Beast Boy. Attached at the hip; conjoined. They had become a bit of a packaged deal.

And Raven was okay with it.

She had thought that they would grow tired of doing everything together, but that day hadn't come. She enjoyed his company immensely, and he enjoyed hers. She'd read her books while he played video games; he'd read his comics while she meditated. It was a perfect system. And she liked it.

But what she didn't like, however, was the fact that they had been dating for well over a month, and he had yet to say those three little words.

Sure, maybe it was a tad bit clingy on her part, but they had known each other since they were fourteen. That was well over four years of fighting, laughter (on his part, at least), and all around friendship. Four years to build up their bond and mutual trust. Four years of tolerating his childish humor. Four years to prepare them for the inevitability of their relationship. And now they had been together for a month, and he still hadn't said it.

And it was baffling. She could sense how he felt about her; she literally felt the love. It was warm, inviting, and completely consuming. She'd often find herself drowning in the intensity of his feelings for her; yet it wasn't suffocating. It was invigorating. It made her feel light and airy - like she was floating down a green river, the water gently lapping against her, tempting her to dive back under.

And he couldn't hide it; try as he might, his feelings for her were too intense - too strong to mask with anything else. She wasn't sure if he had given up on his attempt at suppressing everything, or if he just didn't realize she knew.

She knew he loved her. And, despite the fact that he could be infuriatingly dense, she was pretty sure he knew she felt the same.

So why hadn't he said it?

Maybe she was being crazy - after all, a month of shy smiles and quick kisses wasn't exactly an epic romance. If they were two normal people in a normal relationship, she'd probably look insane for wanting an "I love you" so soon.

But they weren't normal; their relationship wasn't typical. They had literally been to hell and back. They had laughed, cried, and held each other up for years; being head-over-heels so soon wasn't all that surprising.

Maybe she was just being stubborn. Maybe he was afraid to tell her - he didn't want to scare her off. Maybe she should take the reins; bite the bullet. There was nothing wrong with the girl saying it first.

But a small part of her was appalled by the idea; she had read enough romances to know that the guy always said it first, and the other way around only led to trouble. And even though she knew he loved her back, the idea of him being put-off by her confession seemed all too possible. She didn't want to scare him off, either.

So she was stuck in this strange little paradox; loving him so much, it scared her, while being too scared to tell him she loved him. And, as always, he was too oblivious to realize any of this.

Nope; instead, he was sitting beside her, his fingers smashing against the buttons of his controller as he attempted to beat his game. Apparently, getting to the next level was more important to him than taking the next step with her.

Raven tried to ignore the negative feelings bubbling inside of her, but with every grunt and whine that slipped from his mouth, she thought of what else he could potentially say.

She'd catch herself staring at his lips, wondering idly what they'd look like when saying those three words. Would he be fighting back a smile? Biting his lip nervously? Slipping into the serious-Beast Boy that always made her heart skip a beat? What would his eyes be doing as he said it? Would they be staring into hers, or looking away bashfully? Would he reach for her hands, or rub the back of his neck sheepishly?

Just imagining it would almost send her into a panic, her heart would begin beating so fast. Her stomach would tear itself apart; the butterflies turning into razors and slicing away at her sanity. She'd feel dizzy and airy just thinking about it.

But at the same time, a calm, sensual feeling would encompass her. She wouldn't fear her powers going haywire, for loving him balanced out the hate she felt for herself. It somehow righted every wrong; patched up every leak. Since they had gotten together, she hadn't so much as shattered a glass, let alone short-circuit the tower. Being with him was doing wonders for her mental health, if you ignored the anguish and frustration that came along with it.

Yes, she'd still get irritated with him. And yes, she still got irritated in general. But for some unfathomable reason, her powers never slipped. She was in full control. Everything was perfect. Almost everything.

If only he'd take the hint.

Sighing to herself, she attempted to direct her focus back to her book. Sure, she had read this story countless times, and could probably recite it, but it was one of her favorites. And it'd usually take her mind off of whatever thought decided to trouble her that day.

But right now, it wasn't doing its job. Instead, it was a ten-pound, leather-bound reminder that her boyfriend hadn't professed his love to her yet. Her boyfriend neglected to make her swoon as the words slipped passed his lips. Her boyfriend would rather play video games for two hours straight, instead of showing his girlfriend how much she meant to him.

Her boyfriend was an idiot.

His sudden cheering startled her from her thoughts, causing her head to snap up in confusion. She barely managed to make out the words Level Two on the screen before the changeling beside her grabbed her face and smashed his lips against hers. But she didn't even have time to process what was happening as he pulled away.

"Told ya you were my good luck charm!" he grinned, giving her another quick peck as she furrowed her brows.

"You're welcome?" she deadpanned, somewhat flustered despite herself. Sure, kissing him was nothing new, but it'd still take her by surprise. And the butterflies hadn't stopped yet. She was honestly considering downing some pesticides - the fluttering was unbearable.

"Now let's see if I can get to level three!" he exclaimed, reclaiming the controller. But Raven was having none of that.

Using her powers, she ripped the device from his hands and tossed it towards the other end of the couch, narrowly missing Starfire's beloved pet larva.

Beast Boy turned to her, his face twisted into a look complete and utter confusion.

"Or... not?" he guessed, smiling sheepishly.

Narrowing her eyes slightly, she waited for her boyfriend to take the hint; it was now time to pay attention to her. Surprisingly, he was a fast learner.

"So, uh, how have you been?" he asked hesitantly, leaning back against the couch and making himself more comfortable.

Raven adopted a similar position, allowing the changeling to drape his arm over her shoulders as she scooted closer to him.

"I've been better," she drawled, baiting him ever so slightly.

"What's wrong?"

Smirking at how easy it was to guide the conversation, she idly rested her head on his shoulder.

"Nothing, really," she mused, having trouble keeping the smile out of her voice. "I've just been... feeling a little strange lately."

Not taking the hint, Beast Boy tilted his head to the side in concern. "Well, did you eat that weird pudding Star made? 'Cuz that stuff made me feel kinda funny, too. But all her food does that, you know?"

Swallowing down a frustrated growl, Raven attempted to keep her composure. "No, Beast Boy," she seethed through clenched teeth. "Not that kind of feeling."

"Oh," he huffed, thankfully not noticing the irritation in her voice. "Is it, like... girl stuff?"

Resisting the urge to smack him, she took a deep, leveling breath. "No, it isn't a physical feeling. It's an emotional feeling."

She felt him stiffen slightly against her, and realized bitterly that he again missed the point.

"Shit - are your emotions, like, going all whacky again?" he questioned, turning his head to face her. "Did I do something wrong? Am I totally messing up?"

Lifting her head from his shoulder, she stared into his worried green eyes, incapable of getting too angry. "No, Beast Boy - you've done nothing wrong. It is a good feeling that I'm feeling," she elaborated, watching as he let out a relieved sigh. "Some people would even say it's a great feeling."

Still continuing to be the oblivious idiot that she reluctantly adored, he grinned at her explanation. "Oh! That's good!"

Silently chanting her mantra in her head, Raven attempted a more direct approach. "Yes, that is very good," she mused, making sure to maintain eye contact. "Have you been experiencing any great feelings lately?"

She couldn't even bring herself to be surprised as he missed the point once more. "Yeah, actually! Like, you totally saw me beat that level - and it didn't take as long as it usually does! And this game is like ten times harder than the first, so I'm getting better!"

He continued raving about his new-found skills, causing Raven to cross her eyes in exasperation as she dropped her head back onto his shoulder.

"Oh!" he exclaimed suddenly, interrupting himself mid-rave, "I've also been pretty happy about the fact that I get to kiss you whenever I want!" he laughed, before proving his words to be true and kissing the top of her head. "Like, that's a pretty great feeling!"

Raven cursed herself for smiling as she lifted her head back up, sending her boyfriend a playful glare. "Anything else?" she pressed.

She was hoping to sense his nervousness, or maybe watch him squirm under her gaze, but the shape-shifter continued to grin cheerfully at the empath.

"Like what?" he asked, his smile unwavering.

Shrugging casually, Raven decided to try one more tactic. If this didn't work, she'd have to resort to... saying it first.

She slowly leaned towards him, her gaze lazily darting between his lips and his eyes. She was a little proud of the blush that dotted its way onto the changeling's cheeks, as well as the spike in his emotions. Apparently, he also got a little flustered whenever they kissed.

Closing her eyes tentatively, she suppressed a content sigh as his lips casually grazed against hers, before pulling away. Blinking in confusion, she leaned back, giving her boyfriend a quizzical look.

"Like what?" he repeated, obviously intent on getting an answer.

Groaning internally, Raven slumped back against the couch, crossing her arms over her chest in frustration.

"Never mind," she spat, on the verge of giving up. How could she be in love with someone so clueless?

She could feel his questioning gaze linger on her, though she did her best to ignore it. Even though he had no idea what he did, she figured he deserved a quick silent treatment. Especially since he didn't know what she wanted him to say in the first place.

"Are you mad at me or something?"

She snorted in bitter amusement at her boyfriend's observational skills; or lack of.

"No," she replied curtly, her eyes fixed on TV, which still had the words Level Two flashing in red letters.

Beast Boy shifted nervously in his seat, hesitantly pulling her closer.

"Yes you are..." he pointed out timidly, causing her to roll her eyes.

Sure, now he knew what she was feeling.

"I'm fine, Beast Boy," she deadpanned. Was it honestly possible for somebody to be so freaking oblivious?

His eyes continued to drill a hole in the side of her head, and she could sense the wheels turning in his brain as he tried figuring out what he had done to piss her off so much. Apparently coming up short, he let out an exasperated sigh.

"I'm not a mind-reader, Rae!" he exclaimed, throwing his hand in the air in frustration. "You gotta tell me what's wrong!"

Feeling her temper rise, Raven turned herself to face him, knocking his arm off of her shoulders.

"Nothing's wrong, Beast Boy," she growled, hoping to keep her annoyance from surfacing. Honestly, it wasn't his fault that he could be such an idiot.

"Uh, obviously something is," he bit back, though more confused than angry. "I mean, you're being all weird and snappy - are you sure it isn't girl stuff?"

Uncertain of whether she wanted to cry or laugh, Raven ran her hand down her face in frustration.

"You really want to know what's wrong?" she replied, her voice dangerously level, even for her.

Beast Boy nodded his head timidly, his ears lowering ever so slightly.

Letting out a bitter laugh, Raven shook her head in amusement. "Well, for starters, I have been acting like a total idiot," she admitted, smirking despite herself. "I mean, I claim to be independent and disregard standard social norms, yet I'm too stubborn to say 'I love you' first. Like, seriously? I'm that much of a girl, that I can't tell you that I love you? I have to wait for you to say it?"

She could see realization dawn on the changeling's face, but felt the need to continue venting.

"Hell, you know what - I don't even want you to say it. I know you feel the same way; I'm a freaking empath! I mean, I'd have to be as clueless as you not to realize that you love me back!"

Sighing wistfully, she leaned back against the couch, reclaiming her spot beside him. "Wow - that feels good to get off of my chest," she drawled, before snuggling back against him.

She felt him slowly drape his arm over her shoulders once more, before his body began to relax.

"I'm, uh, glad you've said what you needed to say," he announced sheepishly, his voice cracking ever so slightly.

Smiling at the sound, Raven laid her head back onto his shoulder, idly tapping her fingers against his thigh.

"Me too," she mused, a small smirk tugging at her lips. She couldn't begin to describe what a relief it was to admit her feelings out loud. Despite her powers being under control, if she hadn't gotten that out soon, there wasn't a doubt in her mind that she would implode. Even though love was what balanced her out, bottling it up wasn't doing any good.

Her smile slowly faded though as she realized what she had just admitted. Judging by the swirl of his emotions, her confession had definitely surprised the changeling, though it seemed to be a good kind of surprise. Regardless, his mind was spinning with his love for her and his anxiety, and it was starting to make her dizzy. She didn't necessarily need him to say it, but hearing it wouldn't be that bad...

"Okay, I've changed my mind," she deadpanned, lifting her head from his shoulder and turning to face him. He slowly turned towards her, a bright red blush staining his cheeks.

"A-about what?" he asked hesitantly, fear swirling into the cocktail of emotions she was sensing.

Scolding herself silently, she gave her boyfriend a determined look. "I want you to say it back."

She felt his relief crash over her, along with the entirety of his love for her, mixed with a hint of amusement.

"Oh," he laughed, mussing with his hair absently. "You scared me for a minute!"

She ignored the adorable way his fang poked out of his mouth as he grinned at her, and instead narrowed her eyes playfully.

"I'm waiting."

Letting out another nervous laugh, he timidly met her gaze, his eyes shining with amusement and apprehension. A small smile played at his lips, before he exhaled a shaky breath. "R-Rae?" he stuttered sheepishly.

Smirking at his hesitance, she raised her brows inquisitively, biting back a giggle at his embarrassment. "Yes, Beast Boy?"

He remained silent for a few moments, his eyes peering deep into hers. It was like time had stopped; Raven held her breath, unable to look away, even if she wanted to. She was entranced by the pure emotion pouring from his emerald irises, and again wondered why she needed him to say it out loud when it was blatantly obvious -

"I love you." It was quiet, but confident; the words sending a chill down her spine while her stomach tumbled gleefully. It was like seeing the sun for the first time; so blindingly beautiful that you felt the need to look away, but couldn't bring yourself to close your eyes. She wanted to sit in the echo of his words forever; let the sun blind her, just so long as she always felt this feeling. This beautiful, wonderful, magical feeling.

Her thoughts came to a sudden halt when Beast Boy crashed his lips against hers, reminding her that there were several other things worth feeling. Smiling into the kiss, her eyes fluttered closed, and she allowed herself to be consumed by the intensity of his love.

And though she couldn't help but feel slightly overwhelmed by the raw emotions surrounding her, she was pretty sure she could handle it.

Want to know something crazy? This wasn't the epilogue I was going to post! But halfway through editing that one, I realized that we were missing out on the I love you's, and I couldn't have that! So know what that means? There's one more after this! Will this freaking story ever end?

Hell, even I don't know!

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