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Everybody thought it wouldn't last. They said it was just a phase; a lapse in their judgement. They'd have their fun, then realize what a horrible mistake it was. It would ruin their friendship; ruin the team. They were just too different. They were selfish for thinking it could ever work.

Raven laughed despite herself, watching curiously as her reflection smiled back at her. Eyes crinkling, lips curling, and her nose scrunching up into a look she could only describe as hideous. Was her smile really that... gummy?

Her face quickly dropped into her signature, blank expression, though she couldn't help but raise a brow. She had been looking at this girl in the mirror for her whole life; watching as she aged, smiled, and cried. Changing so little every day, without noticing, only to look back and see a completely different person. A girl - scared, confused, lonely. A girl who was afraid to smile; to laugh. To love. A girl who took herself for granted. Who didn't realize she wasn't just a portal; she was so much more than just a demon. She was destined for greatness. She was a hero.

A woman, now. Strong, and brave. Gentle, and kind. A woman who didn't need to hide behind cloaks and shields. She was somebody that she could be proud of; somebody she had only dreamt of being. Somebody who deserved happiness; stability. Somebody who deserved love.

Love.

That word used to terrify her. It was so fickle, yet so definite. In wasn't just a feeling; it was a state of being. Love was something people yearned for; fought for. Even killed for. It was this dark, deprecating emotion, sugar-coated by fairy-tales and romantic comedies. Nobody acknowledged its dark side. It was all sunshine and rainbows, as far as most people were concerned.

But Raven knew better. She once had merely a taste of it, and it left her shattered for months. It was cruel and sadistic; more so than her, a demon, could ever be. It lured poor souls in with its promises of happiness and forevers, before mercilessly ripping their hearts from their chests. It was the true evil of the world.

And, for some unfathomable reason, Raven found herself drowning in its depths once more. But, damn, it felt good.

Who would have thought that the clueless, clumsy Beast Boy would be the one to change Raven's outlook on the feeling? That he could worm his way into her heart, curl up, and stay there forever - and that she'd like it. That she would beckon him in with open arms - expose herself completely. And that the idiot would be stupid enough to comply.

Two years. Two years since they began this impossible journey. Two years of bickering and kissing and screaming and cuddling. It seemed almost unreal. She'd look back at who she used to be, and it just didn't make sense. How the hell had Beast Boy, of all people, manage to make her so... crazy? How had he found the strength to love her? She knew she was beyond difficult. She had crushed on him for years, without his knowledge, and then decided one day to drop a hint. And then another. And another. And she could feel his confusion and his fear - he never imagined she would like him. Hell, he thought she hated him. But, as usual, he was dead wrong.

But he hadn't made it easy for her. He hid his feelings; afraid she wouldn't reciprocate. That she'd never see him as anything more than the team's designated goofball. That her subtle hints were just his imagination.

Sure, she'd admit that she had taken a very roundabout way of expressing how she felt. It was in no way traditional, or understandable. But that's what had made it so undeniably her. She'd never stoop as low as being... straight forward. Where was the fun in that?

Okay, she'd admit that torturing Beast Boy was sort of her hobby. Making him squirm made her day. And since they had jumped the shark and gotten together, it became a daily occurrence. Despite knowing each other for over six years, and dating for more than two, she still had the power to make him trip over his words. Sometimes, he couldn't help but be a stuttering mess when in her presence. And she loved that she still had that effect on him.

Her grin slowly returning, she again watched as her reflection adopted a more devious look. Her violet eyes gleamed with a certain mischievousness that was bound to make Beast Boy proud, as the corner of her lips tugged upwards in a somewhat sinister sneer. She had just returned from a rather uneventful shopping trip with Starfire, having only visited one store in particular.

She'd claim that her sole reason for shopping there was for their reasonably priced lotions, which she stocked up on, despite preferring more natural products. But what other excuse could she give for going there so frequently? Sure, they did have quite a nice selection of hoodies that were Starfire-approved, but again, nobody shopped there for outerwear.

Her eyes darting towards the reflection of her bed behind her, she idly traced the pink-striped bag sitting atop it innocently.

She hadn't bought a hoodie today.

Turning herself around, she leaned back against her vanity, her fingers idly tapping against the wood. She had been planning this for months, and yet, her mind couldn't wrap itself around the fact that she had actually gone through with it. It was so unlike her.

At the beginning of their relationship, she had been very wary of getting too physical. They had endured almost a year of quick kisses and cuddling, before she finally eased herself into being more intimate. It had started with steamier makeout sessions, slowly building towards wandering hands, and eventually, they slept together.

Literally slept, though.

She didn't consider herself a prude, though many would beg to differ. She was merely more... private. She wasn't opposed to premarital sex, like Starfire, though she was cautious of moving too fast. But as her love for Beast Boy grew, she allowed her walls to fall. Being close to him relaxed her more than meditation ever could, while at the same time, caused excitement to ripple through her veins. It was an oddly comforting combination, and she yearned to get even closer; as close as physically possible.

But, surprisingly, it was Beast Boy who kept it from happening.

Physically, he was fully capable of being with her. He was young, healthy, and, admittedly, gorgeous, and happened to love her more than he could ever express. Being able to literally feel his affection crash over her nearly made up for all the headaches that came with being an empath. Yet, he still refrained himself from going all the way.

He had confessed that his mind had used to be at war when it came to how he felt for her. He was torn between fearing her and wanting her, and it was the main reason he kept himself from liking her. It was obvious that he had always been attracted to her, so she had figured that he would be eager to take their relationship to the next level. She thought he would be begging to make love to her, and that she'd be the one to hit the brakes.

Everything was so backwards.

Sighing wistfully, she tentatively bit her lip. Being part demon rarely had its perks, cursing her with a hefty amount of malice and lust. She was able to keep both emotions in check for the most part, and rarely had a problem with the first, but the latter reared its ugly head every time her skin so much as brushed against Beast Boy's. She could admit it; she was sexually frustrated. The changeling could do so many wonderful things to her; whether it be his lips exploring her neck or his hands roaming her body. He would ignite a burning passion within her soul, and the only conceivable way to extinguish the flame was for them to become one.

But something always held him back.

Every. Single. Time.

At first, she had panicked. Was he just not that into her? Did he find her unappealing? Did he think she was being irresponsible? All of these thoughts, plus more, swirled around her head for days, until she finally broke down. It was embarrassing and messy, and she was mortified that she had gotten snot all over his uniform, but Beast Boy held her the entire time. He gently rubbed her back, whispering how much he loved her into her hair. Mumbling that it wasn't her fault; that she hadn't done anything wrong.

It was him.

He loved her too much, that the thought of her ever leaving made him feel physically ill. That he couldn't even entertain the thought of being with someone else, and that he literally wanted to kill any guy who so much as glanced at her. That, although he was fully in control, he would willingly let his primal side surface if anyone ever dared to touch her.

He was scared that giving himself to her would only encourage his inner beast; justify his desire to hurt those who hurt her. That being a Titan would be compromised, because he'd eventually do something he'd regret. That in the end, he'd lose her.

It was then her turn to comfort him. She claimed that none of that would ever happen; that she, too, loved him beyond reason. That it drove her crazy whenever some grimy fan-girl would smile at him, despite her standing right there. That civilians seriously underestimated her desire to eradicate them, just because she was a "hero".

Beast Boy found this information adorable. Hell, he called her jealousy "cute"!

Raven was the all-powerful daughter of an inter-dimensional demon, fully capable of ending life on earth with the snap of her fingers. She was not "cute".

But when she pointed this out, he merely chuckled, before pulling her in for a kiss.

Smiling at the memory, Raven pushed herself off of her vanity, hesitantly crossing her room. As the bag and her bed got closer with every step, her emotions swirled anxiously within her. She could feel her powers pooling at the tips of her fingers, ready to lash out and destroy her room at any given moment. Inhaling a deep breath, she closed her eyes tentatively, before exhaling slowly.

Once she felt the energy dissipate, she reopened her eyes. Sitting before her, merely inches away from her extended hand, was an innocent little shopping bag. With its vertical pink stripes and shiny gold lettering, it almost looked too girly to be in her room. The sales associate had hidden her purchase beneath the folds of pale pink tissue paper, which crinkled loudly as the empath tentatively peeled it away. It was like opening a present, and she couldn't help but feel a little giddy, even though she knew what was inside. But just the act of doing something so different - so daring - was enough to swell her chest with excitement.

This was so unlike her.

It wasn't much of a surprise to find Beast Boy in the common room, a determined look on his face as he sat on the edge of his seat. Cyborg had just purchased the newest version of whatever silly video game they were obsessed with at the moment, meaning the changeling was completely preoccupied.

Raven sat beside him slowly, politely crossing her legs while resting her hands in her lap. She could tell that he was doing better than usual, thanks to the light layer of sweat forming on Cyborg's brow. The half-robot seemed to have underestimated the shape-shifter's skills.

Raven's eyes absently darted between the concentrated look on her boyfriend's face and the lime-green race car on the TV. He had almost caught up to Cyborg's light-blue car, but the finish line was looming ahead dangerously.

"I went shopping today," Raven mused casually, idly tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

Beast Boy merely grunted in response, his eyes fixed on the screen as his fingers mashed the buttons of his controller. His jaw had clenched ever so slightly, sending a flutter throughout Raven's stomach. Try as she might, she couldn't help but shift in uncomfortable anticipation. Though her boyfriend failed to notice.

"With Starfire, as usual," she continued, her eyes searching the changeling's face for any sign of interest.

"Of course," he replied absentmindedly, his brows furrowing as his body shifted with the turning of his car. She caught herself staring as the muscles of his back flexed beneath his shirt, before a slight blush encompassed her cheeks when she realized what she was doing.

Shaking away those thoughts, Raven spared a quick glance at Cyborg, who seemed to be too into the game to notice her attempted conversation with the shape-shifter.

"Yep," she sighed, drumming her fingers against her knee, somewhat impatiently. "I bought something, too."

Beast Boy gasped suddenly, his car narrowly squeezing between two buildings as he opted for a short cut. The distance between the two cars had nearly halved now, and the changeling was barely even on the couch anymore, he was leaning so far forward.

"Cool," he responded idly, liking his lips in concentration.

Again, Raven returned her sights to his face, watching intently for any reaction.

"I'm wearing it right now, actually," she confessed, hoping he'd grace her with at least a moment of his attention.

Sparing her a fleeting glance, he sent her a small smile before focusing back on his game. "It's cute," he offered absently.

Ignoring the fact that the dark grey sweater she was currently wearing was actually a gift he had given her not too long ago, she decided to approach the subject more directly.

"Thank you, but it's actually what I'm wearing under this that's new," she drawled, her head tilting to the side as she regarded his reaction carefully.

Realization dawned on his face slowly, as usual, before his eyes darted frantically between the screen and her face. They then traveled down to her body, completely ignoring the game before him as his fingers continued to mindlessly press the buttons of his controller.

The sound of Cyborg's triumphant "Booyah!" was the only clue that Beast Boy's car had crashed into the barrier, awarding the half-robot with the title of first place.

But the green titan paid no mind, his eyes instead glued to his girlfriend as his mouth hung open limply.

Raven couldn't help but smirk as her boyfriend's eyes slowly trailed back up to her face with a distant, confused expression. After all, she had been hoping for this reaction.

"Man, BB - were you even trying?" Cyborg goaded from the other end of the couch, unaware of what was conspiring between his two teammates.

Again, Beast Boy didn't even bother to acknowledge his friend's presence as he stared intently at the empath.

"Would you like to see it?" she asked calmly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Beast Boy reacted almost immediately, grabbing his girlfriend's hand and pulling her towards the exit. Neither of them paid any mind to Cyborg's confused expression, and instead focused on getting to the empath's room as fast as their feet would take them.

Raven felt her lips curl into a smile as Beast Boy frantically tried to unlock her door, his fingers clumsily pressing the wrong code. Rolling her eyes fondly, she phased them both through her door, a jittery feeling dancing throughout her entire body.

Beast Boy immediately pushed her against the wall, his lips crashing into hers as his hands slid down her sides. She barely had time to think as his fingers dipped beneath her sweater, making contact with her skin and causing her knees to buckle.

She readjusted her hold around his neck, attempting to right herself as his hands slowly crept up her torso. Pulling away from his kiss, she let the air reenter her lungs as she gazed up at him shyly.

"So, I take this as a 'yes'?" she deadpanned, a small smirk playing on her lips.

Beast Boy grinned back, his fingers slowly trailing down her stomach as he leaned in for another kiss.

Turning her head quickly, he instead kissed her cheek, before pulling away and giving her a confused look.

"Would you please sit over there?" Raven asked timidly, gesturing towards her bed.

Baffled, Beast Boy nodded his head slowly, before his hands slipped out from beneath her shirt. Backing away, he tentatively lowered himself onto the foot of her bed, his brows knitted together curiously.

Feeling her confidence falter slightly, Raven suddenly felt the need to express her thought process during her earlier shopping trip.

"Well, since I can't stand wearing any form of pants, other than leggings, I've often had a problem with panty-lines," she began awkwardly, turning herself around and gesturing towards her bottom. "And I absolutely despise thongs, so I was actually quite happy to discover these."

She slowly began removing her leggings, a bright red blush staining her face as her boyfriend continued to stare at her wide-eyed. Kicking the black piece of clothing off of her ankles, she lifted the hem of her sweater to reveal her brand new, lacy black panties.

"I guess they're called 'cheeky-cut', since half my ass cheek hangs out," she mused dryly, somewhat amused by the name, "but they aren't noticeable under my leggings or leotard, so I'm really liking them."

Judging by the way Beast Boy's jaw hung from its hinges, she guessed that he was liking them as well. Feeling a sudden burst of confidence, she turned herself back around to face him, before grabbing the hem of her sweater.

"But what really got me excited was this," she announced, before pulling her sweater over her head and tossing it towards her vanity.

She caught a quick peek of herself in her mirror, standing before the changeling in nothing more than her underwear. Ignoring the way her face burned, she glanced down at her bust.

"So, it's pretty much impossible to find a supportive, strapless bra when you're bigger than a C-cup," Raven explained in her monotone, reaching her arms behind her, "so this definitely came as a pleasant surprise."

She began unclipping the straps from her new, lacy black bra, which matched her panties perfectly, before tossing them onto her vanity as well.

"It's like a convertible, but it's a bra," she deadpanned, gesturing to her now-strapless bra.

Beast Boy stared shamelessly at her chest, and something told Raven he wasn't just admiring the innovation of her new undergarment. But his obvious gawking only fueled the confidence stirring within her, and she tentatively made her way towards him.

"So, what do you think?" she mused, twirling around awkwardly. The emotions radiating off of him were enough to make her blush furiously, while her legs quivered in excitement. Just the anticipation of his hands against her skin made her finger tips spark with power, though she knew she was levelheaded enough to contain it. At least, for the moment.

She barely had time to register the fact that he had moved before she found herself lying on top of him, his lips firmly pressed against hers as his hands traveled towards her waist, before he rolled them over, pinning her beneath him. He then began trailing kisses down her neck as she bit her lip, silently chanting her mantra in her head. Feeling as if he had a bit of an unfair advantage, she used her powers to tug at his shirt, signalling that it was time for him to undress.

Tearing his mouth away from her body, he smiled sheepishly as he removed his shirt, gracing her with a quick glimpse of his six-pack before his lips returned to her neck. She tried not to squirm as the sensation curled her toes, and instead trailed one hand along the muscles of his back, while the other tangled its fingers in his green hair.

She could feel his own hands cautiously exploring her body, though refraining from any part that was still clothed. Her brows furrowing slightly in frustration, she arched her back, silently giving him permission to unclasp her bra.

He seemed eager to comply as his hand moved towards the hook, clumsily fidgeting with the clasp.

Right as she was about to do it herself, the sudden pounding on her door caused them both to jump. He immediately rolled off of her, misjudging the space beside her and promptly falling off of the bed, though Raven paid no mind as she hurriedly sat up, staring at the door in horror.

"Raven!" the cheerful voice of their resident alien called, oblivious to what she was interrupting. "I have the most glorious news!"

Attempting to regulate her breathing, she shot her boyfriend a concerned glance as he sat up from her floor.

"Is it possible to hate Starfire?" he questioned, absently rubbing his arm and wincing in pain. "'Cuz I think I kinda hate her right now."

Smoothing down her hair nervously, Raven let out an exasperated huff. "It is entirely possible," she drawled, before climbing off of her bed and making her way towards the door. Snatching her cloak from the hamper beside her door, she hurriedly put it on, concealing her lack of attire.

The frantic knocking against her door continued, and Raven quickly inhaled a shaky breath before sliding it open a few inches.

"Yes?" she asked stoically.

Starfire smiled brilliantly at her friend, barely able to keep herself grounded as she fought back a giggle. Raven couldn't decide if the alien was being endearing or annoying, and instead tried to block out the sheer joy radiating from her.

"I have found the location!" the redhead announced, her body floating up several inches as her smile grew.

Her words slowly registering in the empath's mind, Raven offered her teammate a subdued smile. "That's fantastic, Star," she mused, hoping the alien wouldn't move in for a hug. "Where?"

Starfire's joy only increased as her smile consumed her entire face. "Oh, it is most beautiful, Raven!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands in front of her excitedly. "You must come see it!"

Feeling her heart sink a little, Raven offered her friend a pained smile. "R-right now?" she asked hesitantly, scared of what the answer was bound to be.

"But of course!" Starfire called, thankfully unaware of the half-demon's reluctance. "It is most beautiful at this time!"

Letting out a defeated sigh, Raven shook her head in exasperation. "Alright, alright. Let me change first, and then I'll meet you in the common room. Okay?"

Starfire nodded animatedly, attempting to calm her smile. "Glorious!"

Neglecting to respond, Raven began to slowly shut her door, hoping that the alien would keep her word and wait in the common room. Once her room was sealed, she let out a frustrated huff, turning herself around and slumping against her door.

"Rain check?" Beast Boy smiled, having already slipped his shirt back on.

Raven frowned despite herself, before shrugging halfheartedly. "I suppose..."

It was hard enough managing her spare time as a superhero, and she had specifically set aside these few hours with the intention of being with Beast Boy. And though she wasn't sure if tonight was going to be the night, she was eager to find out. But, as luck would have it, she was pulled away from the possibility. It was like the universe wanted her to stay a virgin forever. Maybe it was planning on sacrificing her or something - though she felt Starfire would have been a better choice, with her whole "abstinence" thing.

"Starfire seems pretty excited," the changeling mused, obviously intent on cheering Raven up. "Maybe you'll have fun!"

Rolling her eyes at his lame attempt, she pushed herself off of the door and towards her dresser. "I was having fun," she replied bitterly. Pulling open the top drawer, she shuffled through her civvies, looking for something to wear, other than a sweater or hoodie.

She heard Beast Boy let out a chuckle from behind her, though she chose to ignore his presence. He was only reminding her of what she'd rather be doing at the moment. Pulling out a black, button-up shirt, and an alternative to leggings (maroon-colored jeggings), she turned herself around, only to find Beast Boy inches from her face.

"We can still have a little fun," he suggested with a smirk, slowly tugging her cloak off of her and letting it fall to the floor.

Glaring at him playfully, she attempted to push past him. "I have to get dressed, Garfield."

She smirked as he pouted at the name, though she knew he secretly liked it when she called him that. Just like she secretly liked his many pet names for her.

"I can help you dress," he insisted, blocking her path.

A little curious of what he had in mind, Raven cocked her head to the side. "Really?" she mused in disbelief. If her past experiences were any proof, the opposite tended to happen.

But Beast Boy nodded his head eagerly, a lopsided grin spreading across his lips and melting her resolve, as well as her heart. Letting out a wistful sigh, Raven gave him an amused look.

"And how do you plan on doing that?"

His grin soon turned devious, and he slowly took the jeggings from her hands, before lowering himself to the floor. Raven watched curiously as he held them out for her to step in.

"Hurry up, Rae - Star's waiting!"

Biting her lip to keep herself from smiling, Raven tentatively stepped into her pants, letting Beast Boy guide her foot through the leg and to the floor, and then repeating it with her other foot.

Feeling a blush envelop her face and spread down her neck, she watched curiously as the changeling slowly pulled her pants up her legs, placing lingering kisses against her skin once he was level with her abdomen. He pretended to have trouble with getting her pants past her butt, resulting in his hands lingering there a moment too long, and earning him a playful smack against the back of his head. Chuckling sheepishly, he shot her an innocent look, before trailing his lips past her navel and towards her sternum.

Raven tried to calm her pounding heart, only to have it stop all together as Beast Boy blew a raspberry against her stomach.

"Garfield!" she exclaimed, smacking him once more, though it seemed to have no effect as he stood up straight, silently laughing at his own idiocy.

"Real mature," she growled, having half a mind to kick him out. But as he sent her an apologetic grin, she could only shake her head in exasperation. He shouldn't have had such an effect on her.

"Shirt, please," he demanded sweetly, holding his hand out between them. Raven reluctantly handed it to him, idly wondering what stupid joke he'd come up with to ruin the moment this time.

He held out her shirt stoically, allowing her to slip her arm through. He then passed her shirt around her back, holding out the other side for her other arm. Slipping that one in as well, she felt her blush return full force as he pulled her closer.

"I haven't seen you wear this before," he mused casually, slowly buttoning her shirt from the bottom up.

Raven swallowed nervously, feeling a little flustered at his close proximity, despite the fact that they had been much closer minutes ago.

"L-like you'd remember, anyway," she replied sarcastically, remembering how he had assumed her old sweater he had given her was new. "You don't really pay much attention to my outfits."

He nodded his head absently, continuing to button her shirt as his fingers tentatively brushed against her cleavage. "I think I would remember something like this, though," he mused smugly.

Feeling as if her face were on fire, Raven silently chanted her mantra in her head. "And why is that?" she asked warily.

She watched as his hands pulled away slowly, leaving her top three buttons undone, giving her outfit a modest, flirty appearance.

His eyes coyly met hers, a small smirk tugging at his lips. She couldn't help but feel entranced by his stare, and slowly leaned herself towards him.

He leaned in as well, causing her eyes to flutter closed as his breath tickled her lips. All she had to do was stand on the tips of her toes ever so slightly, and she'd find herself lost against his lips once more.

But she kept her feet firmly on the ground, waiting with bated breath for him to act.

"I'll let you know when you get back," he whispered, his lips lightly brushing against hers.

She could feel her resolve weaken, though a part of her was too stubborn to give in. But as that part's voice grew quieter, another one gently reminded her that Starfire was waiting in the common room.

"Sounds like a plan," she murmured, opening her eyes slowly, though she couldn't find the strength to lean away. Again, she wondered idly how she could be the strongest person in the room, and yet he was able to turn her into mush with his presence alone.

He appeared to be having trouble as well, though she was fairly certain he was enjoying it. Regardless, it seemed to take every bit of his strength as he slowly leaned away, grinning at her.

"Well, you better get going," he suggested, winking at her cheekily. "After all, you are the maid of honor."

Letting out an exasperated groan, Raven slowly made her way towards the door, wishing that even an ounce of Starfire's excitement would rub off on her. Otherwise, she had no idea how she'd survive planning the alien's wedding.

Heh, heh, uhm... Ahem, so, uh, this is a little different from my usual stuff... Haha... uh, how about we pretend this isn't me? Let's say it's my... friend who's writing this. Yep - my friend. Not me. This obviously isn't fluffy enough to be me. ;P

Haha but seriously, this is definitely a little less innocent than what I know you guys are used to from me, but I had an epiphany - for some reason, I've been trying to change my writing style to branch out of my comfort zone, when I'm fully capable of doing that by just picking a different topic. After all, there's nothing wrong with having a bit of a lighthearted approach to life, right? My writing is always a little on the light side, and I'm okay with that. I thought that I needed to switch it up to branch out, but my style is what makes me unique, am I right? Ya feel me? Lol

I am so having doubts about this, though. Like, right now, as I type this, I am thinking "Omg, am I really going to post this? Really?", so I'd really like some honest feedback. I mean, I'm not going to abandon my fluff-filled writing or anything, I'm just gonna balance it out with this. Whatever this is. Lol

Anywhoo, leave a review? I'd prefer positive reviews (duh), but I am totally open to criticism. Though, if you suspect that your criticisms may make me cry, I'd really rather you PM me haha

Anyways, I really hope you guys enjoy this story!