Originally posted to Tumblr. I cleaned it up a little bit and put parts one and two together. I've also altered my take on Azarathian from the original. The first is "The Distraction" in Raven's perspective, the second is "The Game" and is Beast Boy's.
"Work is hard. Distractions are plentiful. And time is short." Adam Hochchild
It had been a long day of chores for Raven. Her morning began with meditation at daybreak, laundry in the morning, and dishes by lunchtime. Somewhere between the laundry and dishes Beast Boy had awakened but (much to her surprise) left her alone; relatively speaking. He had come up to her while she was working on the dishes to deposit an empty cereal bowl into the sink. She had scowled at him for adding another item to her cleaning collection, but he was unfazed. The changeling merely smiled disarmingly and kissed her on the cheek. Rewarded by her embarrassed blush, he sauntered off to take a shower.
Raven was curled up on a couch, book in hand, when she heard movement near the door. Irritation immediately sparked to life. She could sense that a game was about to begin, one in which she had no intention of playing. Gradually, the door opened. A tall figure shrouded in shadows leaned in. Raven shot the man a glare over the edge of her book. Was he really going to pester her when she was two chapters from the end?
A distinctly male voice spoke. "Rae? Are you in here?"
"You know good and well I am." Came her disgruntled reply.
"I'm done with my shower."
She shrugged her shoulders and snuggled closer into the cushions of her couch. "Congratulations. You're officially clean."
"So…" Raven tensed as the shadow man skulked past the door into the room. "Whatcha doing…?"
She frowned at her pages. Her concentration was already fracturing with each word he spoke, made worse by that too-curious tone she knew all too well. "…I'm trying to read."
"But I don't want you to read anymore. I want you to pay attention to me."
She gave an exasperated huff. "Why didn't you beg for my attention before I sat down to read?"
His infuriatingly simple reply set her teeth on edge. "I dunno."
The empath could hear the man shuffle closer and she raised her book higher to block her view of him. If she didn't watch him stalk her like a predator; if she pretended he wasn't there, then maybe, just maybe, he would let her finish her book in peace. Her eyes caught the tail end of a sentence on the paper beneath her fingertips and she focused hard on those words. It wasn't exactly where she had left off but it was close enough.
"Physical pleasure is a sensual experience no different from pure seeing or the pure sensation with which a fine fruit fills the tongue; it is a great unending experience…"
Sonnets of Orpheus, don't let me down. She mentally begged the book.
The book was almost starting to win when warmth blossomed near her knees. Someone rearranged her legs until they had uncurled from her chest and fell down to dangle off the end of the couch. Shoulders bullied between them until she was forced to accommodate the man before her. She recognized the position. He was preparing to strike, she knew it. Her fingers gripped the binding of her book tighter.
"…which is given us, a knowing of the world, the fullness and the glory of all knowing. And not our acceptance of it is bad…"
"It's not going to work…" She muttered to the pages, knowing full well that if she looked up into the sparkling green eyes mere inches from hers that the game would be lost. What had that last sentence said again?
"What's not going to work?" His tone was exceptionally innocent as big fingers shifted near her waist. Raven shivered in anticipation.
"…the bad thing is that most people misuse and squander this experience and apply it as a stimulant at the tired spots of their lives and as distraction instead of a rallying toward exalted moments."
Why was her stomach cold?
Raven gave a surprised squawk and started batting at the man's back with her paperback. His dexterous fingers had undone several of the buttons on her shirt before she had ever noticed. Her eyes immediately snapped downward, small hands fighting a losing battle to keep her shirt on. His green skin contrasted with the flickering white of her digits as she fought to pry them away. The man gave a triumphant cackle as the last buttons gave way.
"Love is an unusual game. There are either two winners or none." – Vikrant Parsai
What Raven never learned (and Garfield never revealed) was how far in advance he actually planned his little game. It began the night before when he would start his reconnaissance. His surprisingly acute observational skills would catch her casting furtive glances from the bookshelf to himself. He would see the wheels turning in her mind. Did he know about the new book she had purchased? Would he be too busy to notice if she stole off for a few minutes to read it? Just after dinner he'd watch her eyes dart about the common area, mentally cataloguing the series of daytime chores she would have to complete in order to clear up the necessary free time to read. He would watch for the tiniest upward quirk of her lips to signify her satisfaction in her daily schedule.
Then he would wait.
It was a remarkably simple process lulling the (understandably) paranoid empath into a false sense of security. He slept a little later than usual. Took a tad longer to get ready in the morning. His absence at breakfast would be all the indication she needed that she had been granted a special chance at free time.
Then, after his shower, he struck.
Beast Boy cut her scent to where it led to the spare room she'd chosen as her hideout. He chose to hum a little tune to himself outside the door to announce his presence. When the bulb from a nearby wall sconce flickered ominously he nearly chuckled.
Oh yeah, she knew what was coming.
Just before entering he quickly recited the alphabet backwards in his head to keep the empath from feeling out his amusement too soon. One more calming breath completed his almost-meditation before he poked his head through the opening.
"Rae? Are you in here?"
Thank God her eyes didn't shoot laser beams or starbolts. If she had, the look in her amethyst gaze would have most certainly killed. Fortunately, the only thing they could do was narrow, entertaining the hell out of him.
The changeling had left his gloves off for the game and he was forced to dig one of his claws into the meat of his palm to keep the smug smile off his face, especially at her huffy replies.
"I'm done with my shower."
He loved the way his patently obvious conversations made her hackles rise. She so hated pointless conversations. Her eyes moved away from his face to focus on her book but the rise of her shoulders and the way she burrowed a little further into the couch confirmed her rising ire.
He didn't bother to pay attention to her snippy response as he shouldered his way past the door and into the room. It wasn't important in the grand scheme of things. Beast Boy simply needed to keep her talking, stringing her irritation out as long as he could. His simplistic replies made her resist just enough to get his predator instincts singing for the hunt.
Raven had her book up in front of her face now, using it as a shield to shut him out. Her knees pressed close to her chest. The little defensive ball she had made of herself might have deterred some, fortunately for him he found her legs quite fetching.
As he tugged her legs down and slid between her knees the second portion of his game began: the "points" portion. The changeling gave himself points for each of his favorite reactions. Single points if she swore at him in English. Double if she swore at him in Azarathian. And triple if she used his full civilian name.
Calloused palms rested on either side of her hips, just close enough for his unnatural warmth to seep in. Slowly, they slid up her sides to splay out across her belly. He marveled at her smallness. The way he could spread his hands out, touch his thumbs together, and half his fingers could curl around her sides comfortably.
Her scent changed and he watched color crawl from the exposed edge of her collar bones and upwards along the elegant plane of her neck. He could see her mouth below her book press together into a determined frown. Her knuckles turned white where her slender digits gripped the pages.
Garfield grinned and dropped his eyes down to where his first two fingers toyed with the buttons on her shirt. She seemed awfully busy reading her book. She wouldn't notice if a few fell loose…
"Garfield Mark Logan merne a komis havela allerinzi ka cekam!"