I'm so touched that readers have expressed they look forward to my stories, especially as few and far between that they are. I don't have much time to write, as much as I love writing, but I wanted to sit myself down and write a little thank you story to everyone who has commented, favorited, and/or read my stories. I hope you like it! Please feel free to drop me plot suggestions, too!

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An action of no unusual occurrence, Raven rolled her eyes. Also of no unusual occurrence, said action had been aimed at Beast Boy. "Don't be ridiculous." She paused in her motions of steeping her tea bag. "Although, I suppose that may be a substantial ask of you."

Beast Boy scoffed, the sound in harmony with Robin's snort. He sent the boy wonder the stink eye, though the glare went unnoticed. Robin's nose remained stuffed between the pages of a newspaper, despite obviously listening in on the conversation. Typical.

"I'm telling you," he stressed, returning his attention to Raven. "It really works. My mom used to–" he startled himself out of the sentence. Raven's eyes darted towards him, as stunned by his slip as he was. He locked his green fingers together, twisting them as he made sure Robin hadn't looked over as well. He hadn't. "Well, anyway. First hand experience, I know it works."

Pale fingertips tapped on the lip of her mug, nails painted a pale mauve that actually nicely complimented the black ceramic. Her indecipherable eyes lingered on his for just long enough to make him antsy before she turned away to empty excess water from the kettle. "Kissing a wound better does nothing to heal it. That's a medical fact."

Nose wrinkling, Beast Boy stuck his tongue out at her back. "Nuh-uh. Look, if you want to get technical about it, no. It doesn't actually heal the wound."

Raven cut him a dry sneer. "As I said."

He rushed to cover her words. "But! But but but. It totally does heal you. Like, as a whole. It makes you feel better that someone cares, right? Which takes away from the pain." He took the few steps required to reach the island counter and jostled Robin's shoulder. "Back me up, Rob."

"Keep me out of this." He slapped Beast Boy's hand away then snapped his paper straight. "And don't touch me."

"Man, where's Star when you need her? She'd agree with me."

Leaning a hip against the counter and picking up her mug, Raven lifted an eyebrow. "What makes you so sure? Have you been kissing her better?"

Likely the intended result, today's headlines slapped against the countertop and Beast Boy found himself the subject of a mask-covered stare. "Oh, thanks a lot, Raven." He faced Robin fully and exaggerated: "NO." He flapped a green hand dismissively and mirrored Raven's leaning position. "Unlike the two of you colorful cheerios, Starfire has this thing called compassion. I'm just positive that she'd understand."

Robin grumbled and stood, stool skidding across the floor with a screech. "This colorful cheerio's checking out." His hands splayed in the air in front of him, spreading space in each of the others' direction. "This conversation has no winners."

Both Raven and Beast Boy watched him go, and as Raven took a small sip of tea, Beast Boy could read on her face that she debated following suit. Lame. Scurrying over to block her view of the door, he ever so gracefully whacked his knuckles against the corner of the island counter. He drew his hand back with a hiss and shook it out.

The wind did little to help, so he turned to Raven and stuck his fist out. There were advantages to being on a team with someone who had healing powers. Either not understanding or merely wanting to make him suffer, she lifted an eyebrow. "What?"

"Heal me," he clarified, voice dripping of 'duh.'

Her second eyebrow joined the first, blinking in a small show of astonishment. Slowly, her gaze drifted to his hand, then back to his face, and then to his hand again. His fist lowered a fraction of an inch as the silence stretched on. Beginning to wonder if there was some demon-y healing rule he was unaware of, he opened his mouth to tell her to forget about it. Before he could get a word out, Raven set her mug down and closed the distance between them.

When her hands closed over his, he had to deliberately consider the pace of his breath. Her hands were small and cool to the touch, and quite suddenly he became very aware that their hands had never been in direct contact before. It wasn't an altogether terrible sensation.

Instead of covering the bruise, her fingers slid to grasp his palm, leaving his knuckles exposed as she lifted his hand and pressed her lips ever so softly there. Any attempt to deliberately breathe flew out the window, and he was left staring–stunned and breathless. Then her gaze found him through her eyelashes, face still tipped down, and his soul left his body.

Raven straightened, releasing his hand. "What's the matter? Did your ridiculous kiss theory fall through?"

"Uh…"

Expression scrunching, she looked him up and down. He waited, unable to do much more, until understanding dawned. "You meant…heal you with my powers."

Realizing his hand sat slack in the air between them still, Beast Boy let it fall to his side. "Yeah. B-but I mean, I'm not complaining." To his relief, Raven remained where she stood, rather than booking it after realizing she actually just kissed his hand for no real reason. "Actually, I was right. Totally healed. All…all better." He swallowed, rubbing his bruised knuckles absently.

Nodding slowly, Raven eyed the motion. Then she lifted her chin and picked up her tea. "All right then. See you later, Beast Boy."

"Later," he mumbled, watching her go much like they'd done to Robin earlier. He glanced down at his throbbing knuckles, biting his lip in a futile attempt to quell the massive grin growing there. That would definitely bruise, but heck if it didn't make a killer memento for a healing kiss.