A/N: Look who's back, back again. It'll probably be a three to four-shot at this point. Enjoy this next installment.

I'm running out of options (okay?)

You're running through my mind like a shotgun

I think she might be robbing

She can take what she want

Unfortunately for Beast Boy, it took Raven a lot longer than "tomorrow" to forgive him for the Stankball fiasco. In fact, it was nearly a month of "tomorrows" before he finally got some kind of positive response from the woman. She had started with the silent treatment, which later shifted to passive-aggressive commentary and decidedly vicious side-eyes. Granted, she had every reason for being furious with him. He had 1) invaded her personal space, 2) crept up on her while she slept, and 3) caused a sweaty, smelly cocktail of gym socks and underwear to hit her square in the face. Beast Boy had no issue with taking responsibility for his wrongs, but he felt she was disregarding the things he had done right. Well, that he had almost done right.

Perhaps that was the real reason she was so angry. Beast Boy knew what a bad case of blue balls felt like firsthand. He imagined the female equivalent was just as frustrating. Though he would love to make it up to her in a very specific way, that proved difficult considering she refused to let him close, let alone touch her.

The rest of the team noticed it too. How could they not? While it was standard fare for Raven to be mildly annoyed with him, her increased level of iciness proved that something had gone very, very wrong between them. Not that either of them would ever admit to anyone what went down that fateful night. Raven was a naturally cagey person and Beast Boy would die before he confessed to another living soul how he had fucked up so miserably. Both Starfire and Cyborg had questioned him directly whereas their team leader merely accepted their fraught dynamic with a sigh. Robin made a point of not pairing them up for patrols or sending them on two-person missions as a way to diffuse the tension. It was probably for the best, and yet Beast Boy missed having quality time with the teammate whose attention he so badly craved.

He missed the odd mornings he actually woke up early, when she would brew him an extra cup of tea and they would talk about mundane things like the weather. The frequent lunches of sharing a vegetarian pizza because everyone else wanted pepperoni. The rare lazy afternoons when all of Jump City's villains cooled it for once, when they would hang out on the couch with a book and a graphic novel. Peaceful evenings of playing chess, never knowing who would win until the endgame.

But it was midnight, that midnight that he missed the most. That moment in time ran laps in his brain, repeating over and over, driving him to madness. The feel of her bare skin on his, the look in her eyes as he moved downwards. The way she smelled. Her scent had been intoxicating that night; Beast Boy kicked himself over the fact that he didn't get a proper taste. There were shameful, unspeakable things he had done with his slick-covered fingers later on in the privacy of his room, but it would never compare to the real thing.

It didn't help that he couldn't stop thinking about her either. Thoughts of her crossed his mind at the most inopportune moments; working out, on missions, in the shower. If it wasn't memories of that night, it was fantasies of what might have happened afterwards. It was like she was holding his brain hostage, robbing his focus and pointing a shotgun at his head any time he dared try to think about something else.

While genuine remorse should have been the only motivator for apologizing, Beast Boy couldn't deny that his raging hormones had a part to play as well. He cycled through his regular peace tactics; self-deprecating jokes in the hopes she would laugh, puppy dog eyes to melt her heart, and when those fell flat, he resorted to taking off his shirt during training. None of it worked, though, especially and most disappointingly the last one.

Beast Boy kicked it up a notch by hand delivering a bouquet of flowers to her bedroom door and restocking her tea collection with fresh canisters from her favourite shop. When the gifts went unacknowledged, he went a step further by taking over all of her chores. He slipped handwritten notes to her during meetings and paid her verbal compliments when he passed her in the hallway. But zero, zip, zilch, nada broke through Raven's emotional fortress. She remained as stoic as ever, not giving him a single inkling that she had forgiven him.

It was just past midnight once again when Beast Boy realized there was one more approach he hadn't yet taken. If she wasn't going to be reasonable and just let down those damn walls, he'd simply annoy her to the point of busting through himself. Beast Boy transformed into a bird, not something majestic like an eagle or falcon, but the humble, common woodpecker. He fluttered out into the cold night sky, eventually settling onto Raven's windowsill. Unsurprisingly, her window was firmly locked shut.

Raven was a woman of many quirks. She tended to tug at the base of her hood when she was nervous, and only drank tea that was a degree below boiling hot. She poured her milk before her cereal and apparently, didn't wear underwear to bed. She also had the ability to tune out obnoxious sounds like cars honking in traffic, but it was repetitive, barely audible noise, that truly ground her gears.

Without further ado, the shapeshifter began to tap at her window with his beak. Tap-tap-tap-tap. He was careful not to be too forceful or too fast, simply tap-tap-tapping the glass at an even tempo. It took several long minutes for Raven to finally crack. Rather than the window, it was a black void that opened in front of him, allowing him access back into the Tower. Beast Boy immediately reverted to his human self, dramatically dusting off his shoulders as he took in his surroundings.

The room looked the way it always did. Piles of books were stacked in all four corners and gems, crystals, and sprigs of dried herbs adorned every flat surface. Everything was bathed in candlelight, from the knick knacks that lined her bookshelves, to the framed photo of the Titans on her bedside. And then there was her bed. It was circular in shape and had an ornate headboard, the mattress was covered in soft sheets and plush pillows. Beast Boy swallowed dryly when he made eye contact with its owner.

Raven sat on the edge of her bed with both her arms and legs crossed, giving him a hard stare. Unlike the last time he was in her room, she was clearly wide awake. She wore a set of silk pyjamas; a button up shirt with a matching pair of shorts, both trimmed with black lace. Beast Boy gulped once more. His mind immediately wandered into dangerous territory. What would that silk and lace feel like against his skin, how long would it take to undo all of those buttons? Completely abandoning his original mission, he said, "Cute jammies."

"I didn't let you in here for a fashion consultation. What do you want?"

"To talk, but you keep giving me the cold shoulder. It's been a month, Rae."

There was a long pause after that. It was like she was proving the point that she could give him the silent treatment in perpetuity. Rather than look at him, Raven's eyes flicked downwards to inspect her nails. After what felt like an eternity, she said, "All actions have their consequences. Particularly idiotic ones require something more extreme."

"Rae-"

Raven's wandering gaze snapped back to him. Though her eyes stayed violet, Beast Boy could swear that he could see flashes of molten lava burning in his direction.

"-Don't 'Rae' me," she snapped acidly. "Not after what you did."

"It was a prank! Just a harmless little prank."

"Hmm. Doesn't sound very much like an apology to me."

Not completely impervious to Raven's barbed tone, Beast Boy puffed up with indignation. The stubborn, pettier-than-a-Southern-Belle woman drove him bonkers, both in the positive and negative sense.

"Well I've been trying to apologize-"

"-I don't want to hear it."

Her tone of finality quenched his anger like a bucket of water on a bonfire. For a fraction of a second, Beast Boy's innermost fears took over and he imagined what life would be like if Raven never forgave him, if she held onto this grudge forever with tooth and nail. It simply wouldn't be worth living. She had to forgive him, he had to make this right. He fought to keep the desperation from seeping into his voice, but it was proving difficult.

"I'm sorry, Raven, okay?! I'm sorry! It'll never happen again."

"It sure as hell won't."

He couldn't tell if she was talking about the prank or about their developing relationship. Beast Boy took a step forward and raised his hands in supplication.

"Please let me make it up to you. Please. I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Take off your clothes."

All Beast Boy could do was stare at her dumbly. Raven must have perceived his shock as temporary deafness, for she repeated herself once more.

"Take. Off. Your. Clothes."

What else could he do but comply? At this point, he was so thoroughly and irrevocably whipped for her that she could take whatever she wanted from him, and he would be the one to say "thank you". Without further ado, Beast Boy began to undress.

He started with his gloves, remembering that she seemed to prefer him without them. Next, he kicked off his combat boots, followed by his heavy utility belt, which dropped to the floor with a thud. Unsure of what to do with his socks, he kept them on. Then, he reached backwards to undo the zipper that started at his collar and ended halfway between his shoulder blades and tailbone.

Though her room was warm, Beast Boy shivered when his bare skin met air. He shimmied the stretchy material over his arms, torso and legs, until finally, all he was left with was his underwear. Whereas Raven seemingly preferred to go commando, Beast Boy couldn't exactly get away with letting his junk hang freely in spandex. Raven's eyes practically burned a hole into his boxer briefs, perusing his growing bulge like she was window shopping. Beast Boy raised his brows at her, silently asking if she wanted him to strip all the way.

She shook her head. "Kneel."

And kneel he did. At some point during his disrobing, Raven had uncrossed her legs. He settled himself in the open space between her knees. Raven leaned forward so that she could grip his chin with her thumb and forefinger. Beast Boy could feel a single bead of sweat roll down his back as she stared him down. His mouth dried up and he wet his lips nervously. He could see her track the movement of his tongue and a wry smile crept over her face.

"Your little attempts at apologizing were cute. I really did like the flowers and your tea selection was spot on. But not once did you offer me what I really wanted."

"A-and what would that be?"

The grip on his chin intensified as her voice lowered to a whisper. "For you to beg."

The words struck him deep in his belly, melting into his skin and making his heart beat a mile a minute.

"I've been begging for your forgiveness this whole time."

"We're way past that now. Beg for me, Gar. Beg for what you want."

"I want you to touch me," he said truthfully, not even considering lying.

"Where?"

"Anywhere. Everywhere."

"You're going to have to be a bit more specific than that."

"T-touch my ears?"

Raven smirked wickedly at him before letting go of his chin. She placed both hands on his chest, grazing his nipples with her palms before resting them on his shoulders. The edges of her index fingers stroked up and down both sides of his neck. Everywhere she touched felt like it was lit on fire. She seared a path across his collarbone and along his Adam's apple. On the upstrokes she used the pads of her fingertips, but whenever she moved downwards, she used her nails. They scratched at his skin, leaving marks that would surely be visible the next day if not for the turtleneck collar of his uniform.

Finally, finally, she conceded to his request. He could scarcely breathe as she traced the outer shell of his left ear. When she moved closer to lick the tiny, sensitive spot just next to his nape, Beast Boy inhaled sharply. She lapped at it before moving upward to suck on his earlobe, the sensation making his toes curl. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this woman would be the death of him. When she bit down, any last vestiges of self-consciousness disappeared, and Beast Boy let out a keening sound.

Clearly satisfied with his response, Raven said, "I gather you liked that?"

"Yes," he admitted. "A little too much."

"I see."

Beast Boy thought she might show him some mercy, but she repeated the steps all over again, this time focusing on his other ear. His knees began to shake and he gripped her calves for support.

"Raven, I can't handle this."

"I think you can take a lot more. Sit on the bed."

Without a second thought, Beast Boy obeyed. The pair changed places, him on the edge of the mattress with Raven kneeling in front of him. When she slid her hands up his thighs, Beast Boy thought he might pass out.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Touch me, please."

"I thought I told you to be more specific."

"You know what I want, Rae. Don't make me say it."

"Fine. I guess I'll just have to figure it out myself."

One hand rested on his thigh while the other reached up to his chest once more. This time, it followed the trail of hair that led downwards. Beast Boy strained against the thin fabric of his underwear, wanting to jump out at her touch. When her grip enclosed around him, he let out a hiss. The hiss turned into moaning when she started to rub him out, the strokes increasing in both pressure and pace with every passing second. Beast Boy screwed his eyes shut and held onto the bed for dear life. His hands scrambled at her bedsheets, clutching bunches of the soft fabric in his fists.

"Please. Please," he cried.

"Please what?"

"Please take off my fucking underwear and put me in your sweet mouth."

"Is that all you want me to do?"

"Suck it, lick it, do whatever the hell you want, I don't care. Just please, please, don't stop."

Beast Boy's eyes snapped open when the elastic band of his underwear started shimmying downwards. Raven gazed back at him, her expression triumphant and powerful. Damn, she was beautiful. Once his underwear made it past his knees and he sprang forward, she caught him, continuing her earlier ministrations with increased enthusiasm. Eyes still locked on one another, Beast Boy whimpered when Raven licked her lips and moved downward. She was inches, centimeters, millimeters away from placing her mouth on him, when all of a sudden, she backed away and roughly pulled his underwear back up.

"On second thought, why don't we call it even?"

Dread dropped to the pit of Beast Boy's stomach. "Oh hell no. Please don't do this to me, Raven, I'm begging you. Isn't that what you wanted? For me to beg?"

"Exactly. And now that you've done that so thoroughly, you can get the fuck out of here and let me sleep."

"No, Raven, no-please, please!"

In the blink of an eye, Beast Boy was teleported back to his room in nothing but his underwear and socks. And just like the previous time, he buried his face into the carpet and screamed like a madman. As if on cue, the portal reopened to drop his uniform, boots and belt onto his prone figure. He banged his head on the floor a few times for good measure before getting up and throwing himself onto the bottom bunk of his bed.

"This isn't over," he thought. "You called it even, the game has reset. I'm coming for you, Rae, just you wait."

The next morning, Raven was back to normal. When Beast Boy entered the kitchen, he found her perched on a stool, reading a novel and sipping at a steaming mug. She looked up from her book briefly to acknowledge his presence.

"Morning," she said.

"Morning," he echoed.

"Lovely weather we're having today, aren't we?"

"Lovely, just lovely."

So she was going to act all cool and nonchalant, huh? Two could play at that game. Beast Boy walked towards her with quiet intent, a predator stalking its prey. He knew that she could sense him getting closer, but she continued to read as if he weren't even in the room. Before he had the chance to say or do anything else, another person entered the kitchen.

"So you two finally made up?" Cyborg asked. He walked over to the fridge and began to take out all of the fixings for a hearty breakfast.

Beast Boy sighed. His grand confrontation would have to wait. "I guess so. How could you tell?"

Cyborg picked up a spatula and pointed it back and forth between Beast Boy and Raven. "It would have taken a chainsaw to cut the tension between you knuckleheads. I feel like I can actually breathe now."

"Sorry about that. Didn't mean to make things awkward for the rest of the team," Beast Boy replied, rubbing at his neck subconsciously. When his touch reawakened some of the scratches from the previous night, he quickly dropped his hand back down. "How did you sleep?"

"Not bad. Probably better than you."

"What do you mean?"

"I could hear you screaming at some point. Had a nightmare, bud?"

All Beast Boy could do was stammer as his entire body heated with embarrassment. Across the room, Raven hid a smile with her mug of tea. Cyborg turned his attention to her, "What about you?"

"Oh, I slept fantastically. Didn't hear a thing."

Raven descended from her seat and glided noiselessly to Cyborg, squeezing his shoulder in a friendly gesture before heading towards Beast Boy. As she made her way past him, she leaned in close enough so that he could smell her lavender shampoo.

"I recommend sleeping with your window open," she said. "I do it all the time. Especially if I'm feeling... agitated."

Before he had a chance to reply, Cyborg interrupted. "She's right, you know. Fresh air would probably do you some good."

"Fresh air. Right, that's exactly what I need."

Beast Boy pondered Raven's parting words, wondering if maybe, just maybe, her window would be open later that night. And the next night, and the night after that. He couldn't wait to find out.