Disclaimer: Come on, if I owned the Teen Titans, would I really be sitting here writing stories?

Rating: MT - a mature teen who is not looking for "he put is hoohoodilly into her chacha." Note that this is not a lemon, but still highly suggestive.

Pre-note: This is the first suggestive piece I've ever written *blushes*. Hope I didn't do too badly…

/edited: 22 May 2011

A Little Privacy

The sound of her ragged breaths tantalized his senses as he led her up the stairs, his hand firmly in grasp with hers. She, all the while, let him lead, not caring that her legs were growing weary from all of the stairs or that she was already out of breath from the brief moment before. It did not matter that they left the comfort of the couch or that the air was becoming increasingly warmer as they ascended. She just wanted to be close to him again; close enough to see every fine detail of his shimmering eyes and to push away the pesky strands of hair that fell in front of them; close enough to feel his warmth over more than just her one hand.

Their hasty pace upward was ended abruptly by a door in their path. A red light blinked on the key pad next to it, signifying that Cyborg's security system was activated for the night.

"Get us out there?" he asked her, panting.

She nodded, breathing just as heavily. Both knew equally well that even if a Titan authorized passage through an outside door during nighttime lockdown, the system would immediately notify Cyborg—it was a security measure he insisted be put in place. They planned to avoid any company.

In a wave of black energy, the two vanished from one side of the door and reappeared on the adjacent side. She barely had time to gaze across the roof of the tower before her hand was taken again and she was dragged off in some direction.

He looked back at her, a sly twinkle in his shimmering eyes. "Come on, over here," he said. His smile was slight, his lips curling at one corner. It sent shivers down her spine and back up again.

She looked to where she was being pulled and saw a convenient space between two large cooling towers. It created an escape from the shine of the moon far above the earth as well as from the view of the doorway.

He stopped at the opening of the gap between the cooling towers and slowly stepped back into the shadows. The light hitting his body disappeared and only his silhouette remained in front of her. She could make out the lifting of a hand and a fluid gesture that beckoned her to join him in the darkness. She complied and took cautious steps to where his silhouette stood waiting silently. Her gentle steps masked the fervency inside her, but it found its way out anyway in the form of vigorous flutters that filled her stomach and caused her heart to beat harder and faster.

The night air was humid—thick and uncomfortable to breathe in. Sweat beaded at her forehead and threatened to fall any second. Her skin felt overheated and sticky beneath the material of her clothing. It needed to be removed, quickly. But oddly, she loved this; she only felt her excitement and temptation build. It fueled her yearning to be close to him. And as her hand brushed against the skin of his arm, and as she felt him gravitating nearer to her, she reasoned that the atmosphere had a similar effect on him.

Her hands slowly glided up his bare arms as she continued to step closer, and his hands moved from her forearms, to her elbows, and to her hips. When her hands reached the back of his neck and when his clasped together at her lower back, they paused, soaking in the feel of each other, the scent of each other, the sound of each other's long, deep breaths. An insignificant fraction of space separated their lips; they were so close, just as many times before, but each time felt new and even more exhilarating. In their closeness, they stood intoxicated by each other, waiting patiently despite the eagerness that was consuming their restraint.

"Beast Boy?" she said, gazing longingly at her capturer.

Her hands squeezed on the tops of his shoulders. "Raven?" he responded.

"Don't stop now." Her voice was deep, full of a rich seductiveness that threw his senses into a frenzy.

At her desperate whim, he quickly diminished that insignificant fraction of space and caught her lips with his.

With a sharp intake of air through her nose, she delightfully received and passionately returned his kiss. As lamps across the rooftop blew out in bursts of dark energy, the two explored each other without concern for it, concealed by the night and the shadows.

Their tongues intertwined into an intricate dance of dominance while their lips mingled and played. A wave of ecstasy flooded their bodies as they pressed against one another, intensifying the heat.

Beast Boy savored the sweet nectar of the blooming flower he held; he was not about to take it in all at once. Beads of sweat rolled down his temple and to his jaw line as his hands explored her back, stroking her affectionately. The sweat dripped to the tip of his chin, and as he suddenly swung her around to push her up against the side of the cooling tower, the droplets fell onto the bare skin of her chest exposed by her low-cut t-shirt.

The quick move surprised Raven and a short moan managed to escape her as their lips continued their ardent struggle. Nevertheless, she let him proceed. She, however, became interested with the hot, moist skin that lied beneath that troublesome t-shirt of his. She felt her way from his waist, to his defined abdomen, and to his chest. She noted how his respirations deepened. She slid her hands around to his back and slowly ran them down to his waist again where she gripped the bottom of his shirt and tugged at it.

She reluctantly broke off the kiss and got close to one of his sensitive ears. "Off. Now," she whispered.

"What?" he asked as he regained his breath.

"I want to see you," she demanded.

Before he could utter another word, she lifted up on the shirt. He obeyed and lifted his arms to help her slip it off him. A devious smile crept its way to her lips as she admired his build.

"You too," he said, causing her eyes to break away from his torso and move to his eyes.

She seemed to squirm a little, barely enough for him to notice. "Aren't you worried that some—"

"Just the shirt. I want to see you too," he said, smiling the way she had at him.

He moved his hands to her waist as she kept her eyes steadily on his. When he grabbed the bottom of her shirt, she did not object, and when he began lifting it, she raised her arms, but remained just as stolid. Once it was finally off, she stood before him in just her jeans and a brassiere.

He gazed up and down the hourglass contours of her body in amazement and stepped forward, taking the palms of her hands into his. He squeezed them and looked deeply into her eyes, smiling warmly.

Raven began to feel both nervous and even more eager at the sight of the man before her and the feel of his hands smoothly venturing up her arms, coming to rest on her shoulders. The energy and emotion exuding from him invigorated the fire burning inside her, the fire that fueled the passion to kiss and explore him in even more depth than before. However, she remembered her shirtless state and suddenly she felt very inadequate compared to him. Then she felt something flow from deep within him and into her, and her heart skipped a beat.

"You really are stunning," he said softly. He leaned to her and kissed her gently. "Don't ever think twice about that."

She heard his voice and felt the genuineness of his emotions, and at that moment, her inhibitions disappeared. His sincerity made her want him all that much more. Her devious smile returned and she carefully touched her nose to his, basking in the warmth of both his skin and his increasingly heavy exhales.

"I would never think twice," she purred. "Not with you."

With the delicacy of a feather, she licked his upper lip. Chills overtook his whole body and Raven laughed throatily before claiming his lips again. Beast Boy could hardly register her words.

She pressed her whole body against him and moaned at the sensation of feeling his abdomen against her own. His skin was her treasure, her comfort; stimulation more potent than any magic potion or spell she could ever conjure. And he, all the while, kissed her with the desperation to absorb every amount of pleasure she could give him. He ran his hands up and down her frame to memorize every voluptuous curve of her petite figure.

Beast Boy's lips daringly ventured to her jaw line and started moving along the side of her neck. Ragged breaths emanated from her throat as his hot lips teased the sensitive skin on her neck.

"Do you think… the others will find… out about this?" she asked, pausing whenever he stumbled upon certain spots.

Beast Boy chuckled as he slowly began to pursue a southern route. "I don't think—"

The familiar, dreadful sound of a door unlatching tauntingly made its way to Beast Boy's ears. Raven flinched in his arms, telling him that she heard it too. However, she was disappointed more than anything else. She craved the feeling of him against her and she instinctively dug her nails into his shoulders, attempting to prevent him from reinstating the cold gap between them, but he did anyway. He removed her hands and proceeded to peak out from the safety of the shadows and around the cooling tower. For a moment, she was angry with him for doing so, but as the coolness of the air wisped around her and settled into her skin, she began to return to rationality. The realization that they were in danger of being caught, and more importantly, being relentlessly embarrassed finally sunk in and she immediately scrambled to locate her shirt in the pitch dark.

Beast Boy spied toward the doorway and came across and oddly familiar sight: a handsome young man leading a gorgeous young lady up to the roof, both noticeably giddy and quite interested in kissing the other on the lips.

"Put on your shirt," Raven said suddenly.

He turned around only to be met by the impact of a sweaty shirt to his face. Ignoring the attack, he hastily put the shirt back on and straightened it out over his torso.

"Okay," he said once he finished, "maybe if we go around the other side they won't notice us."

Even in the darkness of the shadows, he could make out the standard monotonous Raven stare, except she was looking past him.

"Too late," she said with no emotion.

He mentally cursed her ability to put on a straight face so damn quickly.

The sound of approaching footsteps suddenly stopped. "Uhhhh… hey guys," came an unsure male voice.

Beast Boy winced and turned around to see a perplexed Robin standing at the entrance of the gap between the two cooling towers. Starfire stood right behind him, leaning over his shoulder with an equally confused expression on her face.

"Heh, er… what's up, Robin? Star?" he asked, unable to shake the overbearing awkwardness in the air surrounding them.

"Oh, you know," Robin said slowly, biding his time for an answer. "We both couldn't sleep."

"Yes, it was quite uncomfortable in Rob—our rooms with the heat," Starfire added.

"Like it's any better out here," Raven said, padding out of the shadows and out into the open.

Silence swept over them and Beast Boy stared off into every place except for at the couple in front of him. Raven remained completely still and stared straight forward, seemingly unphazed by the situation at hand.

"So why are both of you up here?" Robin finally asked.

And then Beast Boy noticed it. That one question caught Raven off guard. She began to shift her weight from one foot to the other and looked down as if she was studying the texture of the cement that was supporting them high above the tiny island below. He was too preoccupied with her faltering show of apathy to be concerned with giving Robin a believable reason as to why he had found two Titans, a boy and a girl, who were seemingly just friends, lurking in the shadows on the roof well past midnight.

Always the one to make completely absurd statements during nervous moments, it was no wonder why Beast Boy was shocked by what Raven would say next.

"We were going for an early morning run."

Beast Boy had to resist the urge to twist his head and glare at her. It was done; he no choice but to follow along.

"A run?" Robin asked skeptically. Of course, he had a good reason to be skeptical, Beast Boy thought.

Beast Boy felt the sweat still dripping down to his chin. "Yeah, why do you think we're sweating?"

He saw that Robin obviously had to bite back his response and think of a new one. Maybe that was not the best choice.

"But you went together? Besides, it's only two in the morning," he said.

Frustration filled Beast Boy's head. Not because of Robin's interrogating habits, but because of Raven's absurd cover story. What the hell was he supposed to do?

"Well," Raven interjected again, "we had just as much reason to come up here as you did. And we are friends, you know. We are entitled to do what we want with our time."

"I guess," Robin replied demurely.

Raven sounded as though she had taken offense to Robin's question, but Beast Boy could not tell whether she was being serious or if she was just putting on a show. In any case, she ceased Robin's line of questioning in its tracks. Crossing Raven was never a wise plan.

With that, she redeemed herself and Beast Boy calmed down. He smiled in relief. "Well, we're finished so we're gonna try to go back to sleep now. See you two in the morning… well, later morning." He found the chance to exit and took it without a second thought.

"Goodnight," Starfire said.

Beast Boy and Raven waved and walked away, making sure not to look back to reduce the risk of being stopped again. They walked side by side until they reached the doorway and stepped inside, proceeding to walk down the stairs with Beast Boy leading.

"That was a close one," Beast Boy said in a half laugh once the door closed behind them.

"Practically unscathed," Raven said, grinning. "Though, neither of them seemed too interested in our answers."

"I had a feeling," Beast Boy said.

She let out a short laugh. "How? You're not the one who can read emotions," she jested.

"True, but I saw how they were acting when they came through the door."

"Oh? And how was that?" She was curious to hear his response.

Beast Boy kept an even pace going down the stairs. "Sort of like us."

"Hmm, how comical," she said simply.

"What is?"

"We went up there to get some privacy, and we ended up getting interrupted anyway. And by interrupting us, they disrupted their own search for the same privacy."

Beast Boy had to repeat that to himself. "Eh, that's not really funny, just unfortunate," he commented, chuckling anyway. Then his expression dropped. "And since they opened the door, Cyborg's bound to be on his way up here."

His sensitive ears lost track of a set of footsteps. He stopped and turned around to see why Raven had stopped.

Her lips were parted ever so slightly and he could see the miniscule rising and falling of her chest with each breath. She eyed him, looking from his eyes, to his feet, and back again, sending an excited shiver all the way down his body. He liked the way she was looking at him.

"It's not exactly…" she said, pausing to take slow steps down the stairs. She elegantly placed her feet and swayed her hips side to side in a hypnotic movement that charmed him like a snake.

"…unfortunate," she finished once she reached the same step he was at.

Her tone was sultry and he felt himself melting for her. "What do you mean by that?"

"The other bedrooms by mine are empty now," she said quietly.

Her expertise baffled him; she captivated his senses so swiftly and effortlessly. He did not mind though.

"We may have a little privacy," she paused when her lips grazed against his, "if you want it."

"I want it…"

In a wave of black energy, they disappeared.

A/N's:

Well there you have it! Please let me know if I succeeded or failed in this experiment with this so-called "erotic" stuff. Constructive criticism is much much appreciated. Thanks!