Raven.

Quickly ducking out of the fridge and turning, Beast Boy faces Raven as she stands in the doorway.

"Raven! I, uh... Y-yeah, I guess I am. I was just... uh," Beast Boy watches as her eyebrow rises, then darts to her chest as she crosses her arms, pushing her breasts up. He turns back to the fridge, hoping that she didn't notice. "I just woke up a little while ago, didn't sleep well."

"Is everything alright?" He hears Raven as she approaches. "Nothing's wrong, I hope." She gently lays a hand across his back, causing his dick to grow harder and throb.

"Oh, no, everything's fine. Just a, uh, difficult night." He takes deep breaths, trying not to focus on the sensation of her hand on his bare skin as he slows his pulse.

"Well, if you're sure that you're fine... But if you need to talk about anything, well..." Raven's hand slowly slides off of Beast Boy's back, leaving goose-bumps in it's place. He bites down on a moan and covers it by clearing his throat.

"Thanks, Raven. I uh... Thanks." He smiles at her as she leaves towards her room, waiting until he hears the swish of her door close. Afterwards, he sighs and closes the fridge door. "Damn..." Leaving the kitchen empty-handed, he makes his way back to his room, stopping to look at himself in a mirror on the wall. "Get it together, Gar, you're better than this..." With a huff of breath, the shamrock shaded shapeshifter heads back to bed.