Drabble #6 - Fireworks
By Linda/Linables
Rated: M
BBRae
Warnings: Sex, and a joke that I might need a slap on the wrist for.

Raven's hands traced over the flexed muscles in her lover's back, one trailing from his shoulder blade down to the small of the back, leaving faint scratches in the green skin. He growled in pleasure, not minding the scratches one bit. On the contrary, they urged him to move faster, more desperately. Raven tossed her head back against the pillow beneath it, eyes shut and a long stretch of pale neck exposed. Beast Boy leaned down, attaching his lips to the side of Raven's neck, near where it met her left collarbone. His fangs scraped against the skin, followed by an immediate flick of tongue and pressure of lips, drawing forth the kind of sensation that was somewhere between pleasure and pain but felt incredible in these moments. Had she been capable of coherent thought at the moment, Raven would have been very grateful that her leotard covered her neck - including the inevitable love bite that would decorate her skin the next day.

A few items in the room shook menacingly, encased in a black energy, but neither occupant of the bed paid them any heed. Raven's control of her powers in these situations had grown dramatically, and most of the items in Beast Boy's room were quite unbreakable anyway. He had started to make sure of that when he and Raven's relationship had gotten more serious, and she was secretly quite touched by the gesture. A small cluster of balloons that were floating in a corner of the room, left over from Beast Boy's recent birthday party, bobbed threateningly from the magic, but were unnoticed.

The changeling connected his lips with those of the half demon girl, kissing her passionately and growing ever more feverish when she reciprocated the kiss eagerly. His left hand clutched at Raven's hip, claws digging lightly into the flesh. Her legs, wrapped possessively around Beast Boy's lower half, tightened their hold as he gave a series of ragged thrusts, clearly nearing his peak. Raven gasped against his lips, almost ready to join him. His hips slammed into hers. Sweat trailed down his back. Raven's head tossed against the pillow. A moan, neither was quite sure from who.

One more thrust.

An arched back, flexed like a bow.

And...a loud series of pops emanating from the corner of the room, shockingly reminiscent of fireworks and immediately startling.

Raven, still in a post-coital fog, tried to catch her breath and wondered faintly where the sound could have come from. Beast Boy meanwhile was starting to laugh. It began with a small chuckle and worked its way up to a rolling guffaw which caused the sorceress to raise her eyebrows and glare in confusion at her lover. Still trying to recover, Beast Boy eventually had to gasp for breath and finally looked down to Raven, a wide smile on his face.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"Sorry, Rae. It's just...that was pretty awesome, wasn't it? I knew I kept those balloons for a reason."

Raven turned her head to see the balloons in question, all popped and lying in a heap of ribbon and rubber scraps on the floor. Beast Boy continued.

"I mean, I always knew there were fireworks between us, but literally hearing fireworks as you're finishing kinda makes a guy feel good about himself, you kn...hey!"

Raven, rolling her eyes dramatically (but not trying to hide a small grin) had levitated a pillow which then promptly connected with the back of Beast Boy's head.

A/N: So I realized that this is the second time in this little drabble collection that someone has been assaulted by a pillow. I guess that must be becoming my weapon of choice...poor Wally and Gar!