Raven knew when this had started. One night there had been a storm, not anything dangerous, but loud enough to be irritating. Still, the sorceress slept through it easily. However, not everyone did. She woke up in the middle of the night to find a small, green cat curled up against her stomach. Of course, it just made sense that Beast Boy was afraid of thunder. Raven had been too tired to tell him to get out, besides, he wasn't doing anything inappropriate. So, against her better judgment, she had allowed the changeling to stay. When she blinked awake the next morning, she noticed that her green teammate had morphed back to normal in his sleep, and that her arms were wrapped around him. As she disentangled her pale limbs from his surprisingly well-muscled back, he gave a small sigh. Raven scooted away and feigned sleep, pretending she hadn't noticed her teammate's late-night arrival. Luckily, Beast Boy soon awoke, shivering from the sudden lack of warmth at his back. As he slowly remembered where he was, he left quietly, attempting not to wake the sorceress.

But that hadn't been the end of it. Raven sighed, remembering how about a week or so later, she had been up all night battling nightmares. She had decided to get a glass of herbal tea to calm her nerves when she impulsively stopped at Beast Boy's door. Something compelled her to knock, not really expecting an answer. In fact, when nothing happened right away, she started leaving, almost relieved. But the door slid open, revealing a messy-haired, sleep-deprived changeling. He blinked. "Raven?" He asked, blearily. "I… I had a nightmare," Raven confessed, her reasoning suddenly sounding pathetic. However, Beast Boy simply moved out of the doorway and motioned her inside. Raven had gratefully floated in. Noticing a recently used blanket and pillow on the bottom bunk of his bed, she used her powers to knock the random things scattered on the top to the floor. She then crawled into the top bunk, glad she had wrapped a blanket around herself as she left her room. Beast Boy returned to the bottom bunk. "Night, Rae," he said as he turned off the lights. "Good night," Raven sighed back, for once not correcting him on the use of her nickname. Almost immediately, the comforting sound of soft snores floated up to Raven's ears, and she found herself drifting off to sleep with a small, but still rare, smile.

This behavior had somehow become the norm between them in the time that had passed. Whenever there was a loud storm, Beast Boy would end up in Raven's room. Whenever the dreams disturbed Raven's rest, she would be found on the top bunk of Beast Boy's bed. Raven had even started leaving her door unlocked for him whenever a gray sky threatened of a storm on the horizon, and Beast Boy made an effort to keep the top of his bed clear of any debris for her late night visits. Somehow, this had started happening more and more often, escalating to the point where, if not in each other's company, neither the changeling nor the sorceress could sleep. Reflecting on this, Raven sighed. Beast Boy, lying in her arms, stirred slightly. There had not been a storm, but somehow, here the changeling was; in the room that Raven had once considered the only place she could keep utterly private. Truthfully, Raven didn't mind; and that was what shocked her the most. In fact, she now rather enjoyed when Beast Boy snuck into her room. She smiled down at his sleeping form, tangling her hand in his hair. He sighed softly. Raven loved all the little sounds he made in sleep, the way his ears would twitch as if he was using them in his dreams, how if she tried to move away, Beast Boy would only move towards her. She loved how he looked when he was almost waking up, loved hearing his voice still thick with sleep. She loved the tired grins he sent her way when he couldn't sleep, the way he'd nuzzle her playfully when she was still thinking too hard about a nightmare. She loved how he'd sleep sprawled across the bed, regardless of who else was in it, if it was too hot; how he'd cling to her like life itself when it was too cold. She really loved how he'd murmur her name in his sleep, and was struck with grief and jealousy when she imagined him doing the same with someone else. With a shock, Raven realized she couldn't imagine herself waking up next to anyone else. "Oh shoot," she muttered into Beast Boy's neck. He heard her and rolled over. "Ss wrong?" He asked tiredly, looking into her eyes with concern. Raven smiled. "Nothing," she responded truthfully. "Go back to sleep." The changeling obliged. "Kay," he muttered, sleep claiming him, but not before he mumbled "Love you." Raven's eyes widened. Had he meant it? No, no, of course not. She'd woken him in the middle of a dream, that was all. He wouldn't even remember this conversation tomorrow. Satisfied with her explanation, she pulled Beast Boy closer. He wrapped his arms around her neck and laced his fingers through her hair. "Love you too," Raven sighed, before sleep pulled her into its depths.