**

Training was grueling that day - even Raven could admit that. Robin, still frustrated by the latest fiasco of a mission to locate Brother Blood (or at least one of his associates), had drilled them through several test scenarios and obstacle courses with little room for so much as a water break. They started after lunch and only stopped when Cyborg's cannon-arm became jammed from overuse and Beast Boy, who was supposed to be working with him on the stunt, had collided into his back when he'd stopped and promptly collapsed onto the ground, resembling a puddle of green liquid and refusing to do anything more than drape his arm over his eyes.

"Just leave me to die," he proclaimed dramatically when Robin tried to coax him up. Even Star with her alien strength couldn't get him up, weak from exertion herself and fighting against a languid Beast Boy who only melted back to the floor at the slightest give. Raven watched on with amusement, leaning against a wall for support and trying to catch her breath (her silent laughter was in no way helpful of this).

Robin sighed heavily and dismissed them, informing them they could regroup at 6 tomorrow morning, before storming out of the training room. Raven checked the clock on the wall for the time and groaned. She wasn't sure how much rest could be accomplished in 10 hours but she held her tongue from complaining. She knew Robin was frustrated by the team's lack of progress on the Brother Blood crisis (everyone was) but he was not in the right mindset to be argued with. Maybe Starfire could help calm him down and let him see reason again...

As if she had heard the empath's thought, Starfire caught her gaze and offered a hopeful smile and a small nod before slipping out of the room after Robin. Raven didn't want to think about the particular methods Star would use on her boyfriend, but given the circumstances she felt confident shower sex would be on the list. An orgasm would do him good. She thought with a dry laugh.

Raven usually preferred a steaming hot bath, surrounded by candles and luxurious lavender scented bubbles, reading a novel and possibly indulging in a glass of wine since it was a Thursday night and crime had been down and she had earned it dammit. In fact that sounded like a great plan...

But a post-workout stretch cooldown was essential right now. She returned to her cubby on the back wall where she had left her water bottle and the sweatshirt she had entered the training session wearing. As she shrugged on the sweatshirt and zipped it up, she overheard Cyborg and Beast Boy chatting at the cubbies further down the wall and making plans to play video games after hitting the showers. The conversation quickly devolved to complaints about sore body parts and the tyrannical leadership Robin had been displaying recently. Raven quickly grabbed up her yoga mat and stretch bands, not caring to be exposed to more of their irritation. Her magic absorbed it like a sponge and it was not healthy to harbor so much negative energy.

She already felt close enough to self-combustion.

Rolling out the mat, Raven began her cooldown yoga routine, a relaxing playlist of music starting to play through her headphones. It helped drown out the chatter from the boys, but unfortunately not completely.

"Hey, Rae, you know training is over now, right?" Beast Boy teased, stopping beside her mat on his way to exit the training room. Cyborg had headed out already, barely waving behind him. Raven glanced up at Beast Boy as she moved into a lunge position.

"Stretching prevents injury and soothes sore muscles." She explained as she deepened the lunge, reveling in the stretch in her hamstring from the new position. She could still feel piercing green eyes on her, even as her eyes drew closed.

He hadn't left yet.

"You could join me." She offered, still not opening her eyes to meet his gaze. Beast Boy snorted through a laugh. Moving to switch her stance, Raven peeked up at him again. "Your muscles would probably appreciate it after a training like that."

"I'm in tip-top shape, Rae." He boasted, lifting his shirt and slapping his (admittedly impressive) defined abdomen. "I don't need any silly stretches."

"Even professional athletes need to stretch. You're not that special." Raven huffed. Beast Boy disagreed with a shake of his head.

"All I need is a long shower and 5 pounds of tofu." He announced turning on his heel and sauntering out of the room. Raven just rolled her eyes. One day his poor post-training routine was going to catch up with him.

But his departure finally brought peace to the training room and Raven took advantage of it to finish her yoga/meditation routine. She wasn't going to be sore tomorrow.

**

After her cooldown, Raven did indulge in a steaming bath filled with lavender scented bubble bath and eucalyptus Epsom salts. She laid out in the tub for nearly an hour (a neat little magic trick kept the water at just the right temperature the whole time) and read several chapters of her novel (a cliche romance that Beast Boy would undoubtedly tease her about but was a relaxing casual read). And yes, she also finished off two generously filled glasses of wine.

She deserved it.

**

There was no middle of the night catastrophe to respond to so training resumed as planned at 6 the next morning. Raven was a little tired, but her stretches and the bath had soothed her muscles and were ready to be used again. She swept the room and took stock of the condition of her teammates.

Robin appeared unfazed, waiting with a whiteboard, detailing formations and plans he had been thinking of all last night (she was pretty sure he lived on anger and red bull exclusively). Star looked a little more dull than usual but otherwise fine. She had probably actually slept last night. Cyborg too, but he was half machine so the exertion of training is different for him. He had fixed his arm and tended to his weaponry though.

Beast Boy was predictably the last to arrive and Raven could tell he was feeling the effects of yesterday's training. His head was drooped between his shoulders as he sat on the ground, waiting for Robin to start giving directions, and his responses were short and more punchy than than teasing. Frustration rolled off of him, pulling at Raven's magic.

She blocked out as much of her teammates' energies as she could. She needed to stay focused and in control.

When practice started, it was even more clear that Beast Boy was hurting. He winced when he moved sharply (which was often) and his reflexes were sluggish. Robin was fuming, barking orders and instructions every time the formation was messed up because of him or something else. It was a short practice that morning as Robin called it a day after only two hours, grumbling the whole way out of the training room.

"What's up his butt?" Cyborg complained audibly. "Honestly, he's worse than he was with Slade."

Raven silently agreed. Beast Boy only groaned from his place on the ground. Starfire frowned.

"He is frustrated about Brother Blood." She explained, uselessly.

"We're all frustrated, Star. But we ain't storming in out of training sessions and yelling at our teammates." Cy shook his head, grabbed his stuff and left, muttering something about needing to cool down. Starfire frowned after him.

"Don't worry about it, Star." Raven sighed, taking up her mantle as peacemaker. "Cy will cool off and Robin will get over it. He just needs a win to set him right again."

Starfire seemed to accept this and she too left, once again leaving the changeling and the half-demon alone in the training room. Said changeling was still star-fished on the ground in the middle of the training room. He groaned audibly as he raised a hand over his face to block out the light.

"I told you to stretch." Raven teased, shaking out her yoga mat and laying it on the ground a few feet away from him. Beast Boy groaned louder.

"This is torture. I'm never moving again."

Raven laughed softly at his expense and the sound would have made Beast Boy happy if he weren't so miserable. As things were, he only groaned again. He laid there, occasionally groaning, as Raven ran through a shortened version of her post-training stretch routine. He barely even looked up as Raven packed up her things and let him know she was leaving.

As she headed back to her room, she fought down the satisfied feeling of being right. She felt a bit bad for her teammate. But she had warned him. They weren't kids anymore and training was hard on their bodies. It was a good lesson for him to learn.

Still, as the team's healer, she should make a point to check in on him again later. If he was actually injured somehow, that would be an issue for the team. She resolved to do just that if he didn't seem better after dinner. For the team.

**

Robin had in fact calmed down after a while. As an apology for his poor attitude, he agreed to ordering in dinner that night. It was decided to have their favorites delivered from the Chinese restaurant downtown. When the food arrived, however, Beast Boy did not come down to the common room.

"Must still be in his room sleeping it off." Cy shrugged as explanation.

"He seemed pretty banged up at practice," Robin admitted, almost looking sheepish.

"Perhaps we should check on Friend Beast Boy?" Star suggested and slid her glance over to Raven. Robin and Cyborg also seemed to look over at her. She huffed out a sigh.

"Why is everyone looking at me?"

"Well, you are the healer..." Cy shrugged and the others seemed to agree.

"I'm pretty certain Beast Boy isn't injured, he just needs to learn how to stretch." Raven said bitterly.

"Best to be sure though." Robin said, his tone projecting a sense of finality. It was decided.

Raven grabbed both their dinner containers and trudged off to Beast Boy's room.

Why couldn't Starfire have the magical healing powers? Or Cyborg - surely with all those gadgets he could figure out if Beast Boy was injured or not. Even Robin was smart enough to tell if a muscle had been pulled or something more extreme (he's had enough injuries himself to know).

She reached his room faster than expected, her annoyance making her pace quick and her thoughts distracting. What was she supposed to do now? Knocking seemed appropriate. She couldn't very well just let herself in.

She knocked twice against the metal door, loud enough for him to hear, and held her breath as she waited for him to say something. She could hear a groan that might have been words but it was hard to tell through the thick metal. She knocked again.

"It's Raven. I brought dinner." She announced. There was a bump on the other side of the door and more groaning. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to focus her ears on the individual noises. She slightly hoped he would tell her he was fine and to leave the food so she could escape to her own room. This situation already felt awkward enough. But after a minute he made it to the door and opened it.

"Hey," he half-groaned, leaned against the doorframe.

"Hi." Raven greeted him. He was clearly dressed for sleep, probably just waking up from a nap, clad in only a pair of grey sweatpants. She kept her gaze on his face.

"You mentioned dinner?" Beast Boy smiled.

"Robin let us order Chinese. Guess he's feeling better." She held out one of the containers to him. It was lucky they ordered the same thing and she didn't have to think about which one to give him. Her brain felt frazzled by the situation at hand.

She, of course, had seen Beast Boy shirtless before - it always seemed to disappear around the halfway mark of each training session. But she had never seen him standing so casually in the doorway of his bedroom, shirtless and with his hair freshly ruffled and voice still throaty from sleep. It was a scene she could have lived happily without witnessing.  Azar, she just wanted to leave already; disappear to the safety of her room.

"Sweet!" Beast Boy cheered, accepting the container and trying to hide a grimace at the use of his limbs. He turned to head back into his room and Raven decided that was it, the exchange had been made, and she turned to leave as well. But Beast Boy had only gotten a step or two away before he looked back at her, noticing that she wasn't following him. "Well, come on in and eat with me." He beckoned with a nod of his head.

Raven froze mid-turn. It would be rude to say no. She had her own food so she clearly wasn't going to head back to the other Titans. He would definitely take offense to her choosing to eat alone than with him.

But it had been ages since she had a reason to be in Beast Boy's room. It was usually a mess (a biohazard, more appropriately). Was that really the environment she wanted to subject her sweet and sour eggplant to? Or herself for that matter?

She peeked around him - it didn't look as bad as it usually did. In fact it seemed surprisingly clean. She supposed she could bear it for a little while.

Raven knew Beast Boy had remodeled his room a long while ago, foregoing the bunk beds of his youth and opting for an actual bed. He had given the whole team a tour upon the remodel's completion but Raven had not really paid much attention, if she were honest. With five people in the room, it was crowded and everyone was very excitable. The emotions were a nightmare to sort through and she had quickly slipped away.

Now she had the opportunity to properly view the space. It was more lived in now, she noticed. Dirty clothes were discarded at the floor of the closet, having missed the hamper just beside them, but otherwise the space was clean enough. She had expected there to be food wrappers, dirty dishes and pizza boxes but there were none. At least those habits of his youth were gone.

The space itself seemed to be split in two. The front half was a sort of sitting space with a couch positioned in front of a large TV perched on a shelving unit that held his gaming consoles, games and movies. Then in the back was a large bed that Raven could tell had been made quickly (likely the cause of the thumping she had heard before the door opened) as the striped comforter was a bit crooked and the pillows uneven.

Everything followed a more mature color palette, featuring greys, blacks and accents of navy blue. There were led lights strung along the ceiling and under the bed, but they were currently turned off. The walls featured framed posters, comics and pictures but Raven refrained from spending more time to look at them. Perhaps another time, since it wasn't all that unpleasant in here. It didn't even smell bad, only faintly of what must have been his cologne. It was pleasant.

Cutting off her inspection, before it felt weird to be standing there for so long, Raven joined Beast Boy on the couch and set her food on the coffee table in the middle. "It's nice. The room." She assessed finally. Beast Boy chuckled.

"Thanks. I guess you didn't really get to see it much when I had it done. You ran away so quick - but I understand why." He smiled and tucked into his dinner. "Thanks for bringing dinner by the way."

Raven considered blaming the other teammates (it was the truth), but instead said, "Figured you would be hungry," and tucked into her own meal. They ate in near silence, neither one knowing what to talk about, and Raven tried to ignore every time that Beast Boy winced as he lifted his food to his mouth. She did feel a little bad for him.

When he leaned forward to place his empty container on the coffee table, he released a soft groan of pain. Raven took pity on him.

"Still sore, I see." She laughed softly at his expense. Beast Boy released a dry chuckle and nodded in agreement.

"Everything hurts, Rae." He complained, flopping back against the couch dramatically. "I know, I know... I should have stretched after practice like you said."

"Yes, you should have." The empath agreed. The green changeling groaned again, in both pain and frustration. "But, I think I might know of something to help you feel better."

Beast Boy quirked an eyebrow at this. "What's that?"

"Lay down, on your stomach." She advised, moving out of way so he could stretch his long, lean body out on the couch they shared. Beast Boy did as told, a smile hiding the grimace movement had caused him. Once he was laid out as she wanted, Raven slowly started to move her fingers along the taut muscles of his shoulders, alight with the glow of her healing magic.

"A healing massage?" Beast Boy hummed in approval. "Your magic is so useful."

"Let me know if it feels uncomfortable at all." She moved around his muscles, kneading out knots and soothing the sore, overworked muscles with her magic. As she suspected earlier, he wasn't injured anywhere, but her treatment method should help him to regain full mobility again.

Beast Boy's body was relaxed beneath her, lulled by the tingle of her magic and the warmth of her dainty fingers moving across his skin. But despite her smaller size, her grip was effective at working out even the most gruesome knots. It was both pleasure and pain, the best kind of torture. And even though he occasionally groaned in response to a particularly sensitive spot, he never told her to stop. Sometimes he would even encourage her to knead harder, deeper; grunting in pain and then sighing in pleasure as the knot became freed from the muscle.

Raven found she quite enjoyed those little sounds - even more that she was able to draw them from him. She had never noticed such things before, but now in this room alone with him her curiosity overtook her. What other noises would he make? She couldn't help but wonder as her fingers drifted lower down his back.

He was quite fit, Raven wasn't blind to that fact. Even despite his... unusual complexion he was handsome. It was no wonder girls drooled after him. She could see the appeal... well when he wasn't acting like an immature child.

Her fingers pressed low on his back and he released a low groan, one that almost sounded painful. She froze.

"Did that hurt?" She asked tentatively, her hands paused but still resting against his warm skin. Her magic didn't sense any injury there...

"No," Beast Boy chuckled, the low sound vibrating through his body and hers. "Definitely doesn't hurt."

Her breath caught on the implication. For all his jokes... he wasn't actually attracted to her, right? It was just the position, she reminded herself. It was slightly provocative, straddling his legs and rubbing her hands all along his bare back. It would likely have the same effect from anyone in the same position.

She decided to ignore it - he hadn't told her stop, anyway - and continued her progress along his body. With the muscles of his arms, shoulders and back now tended to, she shifted further down the couch the begin healing the muscles of his legs and thighs. His stunts with Cyborg required a lot of jumping and his hamstrings were likely just as sore as the rest of his body. She needed to be mature and finish her task. No distractions.

She kept her hands steady, but even through the thick layer of the fabric of his sweatpants she could feel the heat from his muscled thighs and the touch felt far too intimate for the tentative friendship they had developed over the years. Beast Boy's muffled groans certainly didn't help. But still he didn't tell her to stop or push her somewhere else. She wondered if talking would help make it less awkward.

"Does this feel okay?" She plucked up the courage to ask, her voice surprisingly steady.

"Yeah, you- it feels nice, Rae." He almost choked out. Talking apparently did not make it less awkward.

"I can stop if- if you're good." This seemed to amuse him but there was something dark to the tone of it - it was unfamiliar and exhilarating to hear. Her next words were bold, but worth the risk. If only to sate her own curiosity. "Unless you want me to keep going."

She stilled her hands near his hips and waited for him to make the decision. She would follow his lead.

Beast Boy carefully extracted himself from beneath her so he could sit up and turned to face her, the outline of his erection visible through his grey jogger sweatpants. His eyes twinkled and his lips twitched in a smirk. "I'm feeling much better, now. Thanks to your magical hands." His smirk grew wider as he reached over and pulled Raven onto his lap. She gasped as she settled her hands on his shoulders for balance and pressed herself against his length. Azar, he felt good. And the man was still wearing pants. It was terribly unfair.

He was leaning into her, his breath hot against her collarbone and his hands exploring the soft skin of her thighs. "You know," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her collarbone, just beside the collar of her scoop-necked tshirt. "You're not the only one with the magic touch." Another kiss, lower. Then another, following the collar of the shirt until his lips were sucking on the tender crest of her beasts, drawing a deep moan from her lips. His hands slipped under the hem of her soft cotton shorts, his fingertips pressed to her hips and his thumbs stroked at her inner thighs - so close to where she wanted them, where she needed them.

She rocked forward, pressing herself against him, desperately trying to stimulate the friction she needed. She could already feel herself soaking her underwear and she hoped he could feel it too. She would be damned if he backed out now.

"Prove it," she challenged him. And there was a slight whine to the sound of it that she later would dwell on with embarrassment, but right now she only hoped he would heed her command and show her how he could use those absurdly long fingers.

Thankfully, Beast Boy seemed just as invested in taking care of his situation as she was. But the challenge she presented had him more interested in pleasing her than himself at the moment. His eyes glittered with the promise of something dark and wonderful as he leaned close to her ear to ask, "Where do you want them first?"

And before she could give him an answer, he started to slide his hands along her skin in search of sensitive spots he could tease. He slid them down her thighs, out of her shorts and then back up to her waist, slipping under her tshirt. His hands were rough and calloused from years of training and injuries but the friction was delicious against her hot skin and she was desperate for his touch. She almost whined again when he stopped his trailing to grip at her waist, but he was moving his lips against the tender spot behind her ear and her whine quickly became a moan.

"Here?" Beast Boy teased her. She wanted to glare at him because the asshole definitely knew that wasn't where she needed his hands to go. But his lips did feel good and she had read somewhere that teasing and edging could lead to more intense orgasms. Although, she had never really been a fan of either. She preferred to get things done, quick and efficient. She should have known Beast Boy would be a tease, though.

Continuing his teasing, he dragged his hands up her sternum to brush against the thin lacy material of her bralette and the underside of her breasts. "Here?" He whispered into the curve of her jaw. Raven only nodded as she ground against him, searching for whatever friction she could get from her underwear.

When his fingers brushed across her nipples, she nearly came right there. He smirked in amusement. "There?" He teased, repeating the action. Raven groaned into his shoulder.

"Beast Boy, I swear to whatever deity you worship if you don't touch me right now, I will do it myself." She seethed, nipping at the bare skin of his shoulder.

"Hm, that sounds sexy." He smiled widely, intrigued by the option presented to him. And while under other circumstances it would be erotic to be watched by him while she expertly finished herself off, right now she really wanted him to do it.

"Touch me." She whined, grinding into him insistently. He laughed dryly and grabbed at her ass to drag her closer. With a surprising amount of strength he lifted her up as he stood from the couch and carried her to the bed. He set her on the edge and tugged at her shorts, his eyes watching her as if waiting for her to stop him. Not likely.

Raven leaned back to find the right leverage to lift up her hips and help him slide off her shorts and underwear in one shove. His eyes widened as he was confronted by her bare cunt. And under his hungry gaze, Raven found it hard to feel self-conscious. She had always been rather comfortable with the natural proportions of her body - she figured it wasn't worth stressing about something so trivial and out of her control - but Beast Boy looked ready to worship her.

And she decided she would let him.

He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, drinking her in. "Fuck..." he breathed.

"Well, don't just stare at her." Raven teased.

"I'm appreciating her." The changeling responded, dragging his eyes away from the beautiful, rare sight of Raven's cunt to meet her eyes. The normally bright green eyes were dark with lust. A smirk curled his lips.

"Can you appreciate her more quickly?" She narrowed her eyes on him. His smirk seemed to grow at her impatience. He leaned in and licked a torturous stripe along her slit. She shivered at the sudden contact.

"No, Rae," he said gruffly, placing a tender kiss on her clit. "That wouldn't be good for either of us. And I'm going to show you how good I can be to you."

"Actually, I was promised magic fingers--"

Beast Boy quickly slipped two long, slender fingers between her folds. They met little resistance,  her wetness letting them slip through easily as he twisted them around. "These fingers?"

A low moan was her only response. Azar, but they felt good. 

He curled his fingers, pressing against a particularly sensitive spot and earning himself another beautiful moan. He did it again and again, reveling in the keening and squirming mess Raven was devolving into - a string of curses and moans falling from her lips each time he swiped the right spot. With his thumb, he toyed with her clit. His lips nipped and sucked at the tender skin of her inner-thigh.

Raven was alarmingly close. She wasn't sure if she had ever been brought so close so fast before. But she would be damned if she let it slip away now.

She reached down and grabbed for Beast Boy's hand - the one that wasn't shoved inside of her cunt - and brought it to her right breast. Understanding immediately, he quickly pushed her tshirt up further so it was out of his way and he could finally see the black lace of her bralette. He groaned in approval, as he gently pulled at her nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

Azar, she was getting so close now.

She keened and moaned as he continued his ministrations, keeping his pace at just the right, torturous speed. If he would just-- Raven grabbed at the hair on his head and pulled him toward her clit, whining impatiently. He chuckled, dark and rich, as he moved his thumb aside and pressed his tongue against her clit instead. She moaned her approval and he could feel her walls flutter and clench around his fingers.

"Getting close, Rae?" He teased, laving his tongue against her. Raven couldn't even muster the pretense of annoyance, too focused on chasing what was sure to be a very rewarding orgasm. She tugged harder on his hair and writhed against him.

"Fuck... I'm so close." She groaned.

"I know baby," Beast Boy cooed into her cunt. "Come for me, Rae." He licked at her clit and picked up his pace, watching her reaction carefully. She came undone beautifully, dissolving into a mess of moans and gasps that stole her breath.

He watched, fascinated and a bit pleased, and continued to kiss and lick and stroke her through her orgasm. It was beautiful-- she was beautiful (though he had always known that). He suddenly realized it would be impossible to go back to normal after this encounter. How could he ever forget the beautiful way her face twisted as she came all over his fingers? But they had failed to establish any parameters before jumping into this together.

He waited for her reaction as she came out of her post-coital haze. There was a lingering soft smile on her face and a satisfied twinkle in her eye as she sighed contentedly.

"Good?" He asked, apprehensive. She laughed softly and twined her fingers with his.

"Amazing." She corrected him. She leaned up and pressed a kiss against his lips. They realized at the same time that despite everything they had just done to each other (or rather, that he had done to her), they had not shared a proper kiss. She pulled back and mumbled an apology.

"Don't be," he said softly, brushing his thumb against hers. "I liked it."

Her cheeks were flushed from her orgasm and the beautiful coloring only darkened at his words. She responding by kissing him again.

After a few minutes, she pulled away again, a little breathless. "You know what else is good for sore muscles?" She said coyly.

"Hm, not sure it can be any more effective than sex with a beautiful girl." He quipped, stealing another kiss.

"What if said sex was in a steaming hot shower?"

"Well, I have been known to be proven wrong." He grinned and hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around his torso. She laughed softly as he walked them to his attached bathroom, all kinds of illicit plans forming in her mind.

There unfortunately was only time and energy for a small number of those plans, but as she fell asleep in Beast Boy's bed, wrapped up in his arms, she had a feeling there would be another opportunity to explore them.

**

Thanks for reading!
♡ Rain