Imperfection's Weakness

Summary:

Raven wakes up after a long night of getting drunk. A dream is remember, but was it really a dream?

My eyes slowly met with the sunshine that fell through the open window. Too overpowering for my eyes, I closed them with a groan. The effects of the night before were too evident to ignore. I shook my head at my own unusual behavior of sleeping in the nude. A rush of pain began to make itself known in my head.

Hangovers. I swore right then that I would never again touch another drink with alcohol mixed with it.

Whose idea was it to get drunk after defeating Slade last night? I couldn't help but ask myself. It dawned on me soon after that it was of course Beast boy's idea. The others weren't too keen on it at first, but were soon convinced. How I ended up in the mix was still a mystery. The last thing I could remember was arriving to the party.

"How much did I drink?" my voice was barely a whisper in the air as I sat up. I was light headed at first from the sudden change in position. Never again, I kept telling myself.

Feeling the strong need to wash last night away, I decided on taking a long shower. I stood up and made a quick grab for my robe, which hung on the nearby coat hanger. My legs felt like jelly as I walked to the bathroom door, which made me wonder how much sleep I actually got last night.

Probably way too much, I thought to myself.

I did my best to stretch as soon as the door closed behind me. All the joints seemed to make some sort of crack noise as soon as I moved them. I rolled my head, relieving the stiffness. I hung my blue robe on the hook behind the door.

My mind began to wander again back to the night before as I turned the water on in the shower. I tested the water temperature before making any advancement to move completely into the stall.

Time to replay the night, Raven, I told myself.

I tried, but I drew a blank. I rubbed my eyes as my hair soaked underneath the water fall. Steam rose as I yawned. I definitely needed to have a long talk with Beast boy, I decided. He owes me for this.

It was a long process on Beast boy's part in trying to get me to 'open up'. Since Malchior, I suppose I was a little distant. I guess Robin had gotten a little worried and asked Beast boy to step in. It was one of the things that we had in common. We both had people that have hurt us.

It's forbidden for me to think that way of Beast boy. Forbidden; because it's dangerous. Dangerous; because one slip up and my powers could get the best of me. I'm still unsure of how or why it happened, but along the way of Beast boy trying to revive me from my deep, dark depression, I somewhat fell in love.

Scratch that… totally fell in love.

Who honestly has the reasons behind each thing that happens to us? Beast boy is a jokester, whom has no respect for anything unless it's able to be played on an Xbox. Yet, he is the only one who can make me weak at the knees.

Irony bites, I thought to myself as I began to lather my hair with shampoo. I'm the daughter of a demon and I fall for a green vegetable.

The sudden shifting in thought of Beast boy lead me to think of an interesting dream I had the night before. Interesting probably wasn't the greatest word I could have chosen to describe it. More like delicious and mind blowing. This was only because in this fabulous dream of mine, I was able to do what I could not do in real life… lose my self entirely to another human being.

I blushed at the thought. I couldn't help it. It was all still too new to me. I heard a crash… something broke, probably because of me.

I shook my head, ashamed of letting myself forget my own boundaries. I had a dream, a lusty dream involving me and Beast boy and thinking about it made me lose control.

The sound of another object exploding ignited into the air.

"Great," I muttered.

I sighed and turned the water off, ready to leave the nice hot water in exchange for the cool air outside the shower stall. I gazed at myself in the mirror, trying to find any hint of beauty in my features. I gave up, because I couldn't.

I was plain. Ordinary. Pale.

There really was nothing exciting about me. And, Beast boy lived for excitement.

I sighed as this fact crossed my mind. Yet, my brow furrowed, remembering the dream. It seemed so real. Almost felt as if I could reach out and touch him. Shaking my head, I pushed the dream away once more.

"Just a dream," I sighed, looking back at myself in the mirror. "No need to get worked up over it. You were wasted… you need to meditate…"

Meditation; the key to solving all my problems. Or, just ignoring them. I realized then it had been a while since I last done such a thing. No wonder so many things to be exploding this early in the morning.

I took a moment to inhale while I rubbed my temples with my fingers. Slowly, I put my robe on and made it to the door. "Time to start the new day," I told myself, trying to sound more enthused than I actually was.

I stopped short.

My eyes squinted as I gazed over at my bed. I gulped as my mind went back to the dream.

'Our naked bodies against one another.'

I took a big step toward my bed.

'His hands over my thighs as he thrust himself into me.'

I took another step.

'His moans as he came closer.'

I reached the bed, still wide eyed, looking over at the strange lump on my mattress. Slowly, my fingers reached for the blanket.

It was just a dream, I told myself. Just a dream.

I pulled the blanket off and froze.

There on the bed, sprawled on his back, was a very naked and sleeping Beast boy.

Authors Notes:

So, it's been like 2 years since I've written anything. This was actually inspired by a story I read a long, long time ago. I kind of want to turn it into some crazy chapter story, but it all depends on how many people actually read it. And REVIEW it.