Follow Up: I had a fic-request for some smut as a reader's birthday request and I sort of tied it in to Summer Beach Read so I thought I would post it here too. Just in case anyone wanted to read it.

Thanks for being awesome, friends.

Summer Beach Read
Epilogue: Displayed Under Glass

"So, what… we just roam around and look at old shit under glass? That's it?"

Raven looked over at her newly acquired boyfriend, raising an eyebrow as she pulled herself away from the information placard that sat next to a set of ancient pottery belonging to one of the first establishments of the Mesopotamia era. It was a piece of ancient history just inches beyond her touch, filled with stories and memories… and Beast Boy was about as interested as she was in his video games. She sighed and leaned back on her heels, turning around to look at him.

"Yes, Beast Boy. We're here to look at old shit under glass." She crossed her arms over her chest and continued to stare at him. "I find it interesting, and I got to pick where we went on our date this time, because last time you took me to a comic book convention."

"You liked it."

"I smelled like nerd for a week." She shivered thinking of the smell of fresh body odor and stale corn chips. It wasn't a scent she was likely to forget any time soon. "And some creepy guy thought I was a cosplayer and tried to grab my breast as an 'accident'. I am neverdoing that again."

"Oh, come on, Rae…" He nudged her shoulder, a smile peeling across his lips. "You had a little bit of fun."

"No." She moved to the next case and looked at something else. "No, Garfield, I did not."

"I don't know." He shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a lilt of coyness in his voice, as if he was trying to remind her of something a little forbidden. "You seemed to have fun when I fucked you in the elevator."

Her face turned bright red and she glared at him before walking down the hallway to another exhibit. "I seem to recall you not letting up on that particular fantasy, Gar. I also seem tor remember your constant badgering until I gave in. And I did, that's all."

"You screamed a lot for just 'giving in', Raven." He shrugged and wandered behind her at a slightly slower pace, as if taunting her. "You certainly came a lot too." He made a strange noise deep in his throat, as if he was reliving a pleasant memory he didn't want to let go. "I think you really did enjoy it. I think you might be interested in doing it again."

Her blush darkened and she whipped around to stare at him. "Enough, Gar. We're here on a date, that's it."

"Oh, come on, Rae…" He came up behind her and wove his fingers in between her own, tugging on her arm to get her attention. "You've got to be kidding me. We're in a museum that no one comes to, on a weekday afternoon when no one is here, and you really just want to look at all the old shit under glass? You don't have some secret fantasy you want to fulfill…?"

Raven untangled her hand from his and glared again. She was going to lose her patience soon. "If by 'secret fantasy' you mean educating myself and learning about history, then yes."

"Mm… come on, Rae… You can't be serious. Why did you bring me here then?" He sighed and followed her into a small gallery, hidden in the back of the turn-of-the-century building. The walls were painted a pleasant mint color and all kinds of paintings from portraits to landscapes were hung from floor to ceiling, coating the walls in priceless art. A single red, rug was laid out in the middle of the floor, the fibers thick and plush under their feet.

"I brought you here because I thought you might appreciate culture, Garfield. For once in your life, you might look at a piece of art and think, 'wow, that's beautiful.'" She turned around to face him, her eyes darkening as he stepped deeper into the room, following her. Behind her back she flicked her hand so that the door closed with her powers, effectively sealing them in the room alone.

He jumped and turned around to look at the closed door before turning back and looking at her with a confused stare.

She moved to look at a painting hanging near her, letting his questions remain unanswered for a second. "Aaand maybe I had an art gallery fantasy?"

He laughed and approached her, tugging on the hem of her plain, black dress. He kissed down her neck and pretended to be interested in the framed art she was looking at, but she could feel his sudden rush of excitement and lust. It was burning inside him, as if she had just truck a match, and he wanted to let it burn between them. "And is that why you're wearing a dress, Raven?"

His fingers trailed up her smooth thighs, disappearing under the fabric. "For ease of access?" Garfield kept moving his hand higher under her dress, but when he didn't encounter any underwear, his voice started to squeak in excitement. He nipped at her neck, suckling close to her shoulder. "You're not wearing anything under this are you?"

Raven turned around and took a step back from him, lifting her skirt just high enough to show he was correct in his assumption. She dropped it back down where it hung around her knees, almost taunting him with its modesty.

"According to my calculations, we've got precisely eleven minutes before the guard comes in here and check the room, Garfield… how about some payback for the elevator incident?" She paused and seemed to think for a second. "And the hedge maze incident. And the dressing room incident? And practically every amount of torture we've subjected each other to."

"I think I've got eleven minutes, Raven." He grinned into her face, never backing down from one of her challenges. "Do you?"

Raven raised an eyebrow, and without another word, she dropped to her knees in front of him, her fingers making fast work of the button and zipper on his pants. She reached in past the fabric and pulled out his nearly-hard cock, smiling up at him before whispering, "Ten minutes now, Garfield. Think you can do it?"

With waiting for his answer, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around him, suckling gently on the head before she began teasing his tip with her tongue. He grunted in response, and she swirled her tongue around his head and nipping at the sensitive flesh when she was done. His primeval grunts turned into long, soft moans, and he buried his fingers in her hair, tugging at the deep plum strands with conviction. There was something incredibly exciting about teasing him like this when they were so close to being discovered by anyone who happened to come in.

"Stop." He managed to hold on to enough self-control to pull her away from his body. "Tit-for-tat, Raven."

She looked confused for a moment. "What?"

He smiled and with what could only be described as a swagger, he walked over to the plush, red rug in the middle of the room and laid down. He lay there and tucked his arms behind his head almost casually, as if they didn't have just a few minutes left in their game, but a whole evening to enjoy each other. "Tit-for-tat," he repeated. "You're going to sit on my face while you suck my cock. I think that's a fair trade, don't you? After all…" he nearly purred, "don't you want to get off too?"

Raven blushed and walked over to him, suddenly very curious as to how this felt. They had tried a lot of very interesting things over the last few weeks, but this was one that they hadn't quite ventured into. Not that she didn't want to try it, it had just never come up yet.

Well, now was as good a time as any.

Beast Boy grabbed her ankle and gave it a teasing tug, pulling her legs on either side of his shoulders. Raven knelt down slowly, trying not to hear him coax her (it was too embarrassing after all), and then she felt his tongue slide along her core and all bets were off. She muffled a moan with her shoulder and leaned down to take as much of him into her mouth as she could.

This particular position was the strangest feeling in the world, but it was certainly pleasurable. It felt like a whole new experience to give and receive pleasure at the same time, and her head spun with a dizzy feeling of lust and wonder. His mouth attacked her mercilessly, sliding his tongue around her clit until she was about to come, and then pulled back, thrusting his tongue inside her. Each sensation was different, and it was almost as if he took notes on what made her jump the most.

Raven moaned against his cock and she could feel his body shake with the vibrations of her voice. He tasted heady and full, as if he was ready to lose control any second and come. She delighted in the idea that she had this control over him, and that he was just excited to play these games with her as she was with him.

He moved his lips over her clit and sucked. That was certainly new. Raven's back arched and she actually pulled her mouth away from him in an instinctual reaction to scream. She managed to control the noise, but the feeling was unmistakable. She was going to come any second if he kept this up.

"Fucking come, Raven." He whispered, voice harsh and almost mean. He was ready to let go of himself and fall with her, desperate to feel the electricity of pleasure and release dance across his soul. His body was shaking with his restraint, and any moment he was going to lose himself. "You're gonna come into my mouth as I come into yours. And we're going to like it."

Raven gave a slow, affirmative nod, and dipped her head back to his cock, sliding her tongue and lips over him. Digging his heels into the carpet, he thrust up into her mouth as his own mouth teased her to the point of no return. She finally let go of a scream as her body orgasmed, and the sound of her coming sent Beast Boy into a wild frenzy. A few more thrusts, and he was coming into her mouth, his own cries muffled by her body.

A few seconds passed and they could hear the clicking of boots coming closer. Raven panicked and pulled her body from him pulling down her skirt and standing up. Beast Boy moved faster than she had ever seen, and quickly picked himself up, refastening his pants as he did so.

Raven wiped at her mouth as the door opened, trying to erase all traces of him from her, but Beast Boy seemed interested in pointing out something in a random picture.

The door swung open and a security guard stepped inside.

"… and here you can see his use of color. It's a nice color." Beast Boy motioned to a general area in a picture close to them. "Very… er… red."

"Yes. I see the red."

"Hey."

Raven and Beast Boy turned around to look at the guard. Raven tried to put on her bed 'innocent' face, and hoped that he couldn't see the last dregs of lust clinging to her expression. "Yes, can we help you?"

"Keep this door open, okay?"

"Oh. I didn't even realized it had closed." Raven smiled and glanced over at Beast Boy, who was still blushing. "We'll be sure to keep it open now. Thanks for letting us know."

"No problem." With that, the guard walked off, disappearing to some other section of the museum.

Beast Boy let out a breath he had been holding and sank down into a squat, trying to hold onto his composure. "Jesus, Raven. That was close."

"Don't look at me, it wasn't entirely my fault."

"No, it wasn't." He grinned at her. "Although I think we both have an art gallery fantasy now."