EDIT: Firstly, I don't own the ninja turtles; you know that, I know that, so why do we have to repeat ourselves at the beginning of every story? Don't you people get tired? Secondly, I'm reporting the first chapter for two reasons, mainly for a few goofs due to my tiredness while proofing this prior posting, and because I forgot to put a proper warning. And by warning I mean: 'This story is rated M/R for sexual implications and lots of kissing,' I'm trying to figure out how deep I can prod before Raph decides to come over and kick my butt for me, lol!
Other than that; enjoy!
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Chapter One:
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It's been a very long day and I was tired and completely worn out.
Flaked out on the couch, empty can of beer in hand, I drowsily stared at the screen.
I could have just pushed off the puny seat and gone to bed for a better and more restful slumber, but I was so darn tired and so darn lazy to bother doing so. I was tempted to just toss away the can of beer from my hand, to curl up right there and then on the couch and sleep the night away, but then thought better of it. No need to keep everyone up with my loud snoring.
Of course were all there watching a movie, but then two brothers called it a night and left, they left me and Mike behind at a very late hour at night. Not that I would have minded, the screaming and the horribly loud music that came from the horror movie were enough to keep me up and awake. Sadly, since I've already seen this movie a couple of times, I knew what was to happen and was ready for it.
In other words, it didn't help me stay up.
My head started to nod off half way through the show. God I was so, so drowsy and tired. I slumped back and sunk into the soft and cushy seat. I almost conked out right there on the couch, but that's when it happened.
I remember my head cocked aside and rested sleepily on my shoulder. I was so close to pass through the gates of dreamland when something warm touched my face, they cupped my cheeks delicately. At first I merely ignored them, but then when something straddled my thighs, I twitched a brow and fluttered my eyelids and stared at the one before me.
Startled at the warm touch, I grunted when something pressed and locked on to either side of my hip. Whatever was on my face breathed warm, sweet scented air and pressed something warm against my skin. The feel of a pair of- something, round and soft pressed to my plastron were alarming. But what really snapped me awake were the cherry flavored lips that pressed to my own.
With a snort, my eyelashes fluttered more awake.
The weight on my thighs registered whilst a dull ache between my legs began.
When I drowsily blinked and stared dumbly at the one before me, I knew the heat on my face wasn't just because of the hot breath, or the soft hands that cupped my cheeks. With a confused and a somewhat embarrassed and annoyed scowl, I glared at the cheeky grin that greeted me. My hands automatically rested on her thighs, my fingers absently caressed the warm skin.
"G'morning sleepy head." She chirped merrily, her ruby red lips pressed to my lips again in another deep, passionate kiss.
I suppressed a groan when our lips momentarily parted, "It's almost midnight," I weakly argued, my hands moved from her bare thighs and that frilly skirt to cup her hip, to pull her closer, "What are ya doin' here?" I asked.
She moaned and we deepened the kiss, "I missed you." She gave a childlike whine after she broke the kiss for some air, she giggled as her nails harmlessly trailed from over my eye ridge to my chin, "You taste like beer."
I smiled and we shared another small kiss, "Oh yeah? Well ya taste like chocolate." I murmured.
"Is it that obvious?" she grinned wider and giggled again.
"Babe, ya reek of it." I furrowed with a smile.
"Yeah, well I don't hear you complaining about it." She purred and scooted closer, pressed her chest against mine, her arms wrapped around my neck, we shared another deep kiss.
During the kiss, her knees pressed to my sides in a tighter lock, she paused and drew back, her hands cupped either side of my neck, as if she was complementing the idea of chocking me, but her thumbs caressed my jaw, before she pinched my chin and raised it a little, tilting it back to plant another deep, compassionate kiss. This time while her nails scratched my skin, my hands wondered up to her spine and held her shoulders. I held on to my control and after a pause for a breath, my hands found her head and my fingers dove into her rich, thick hair.
We deepened the kiss once more.
I was still physically tired though, so I ended up being the first to break the kiss for lack of air.
I yawned inwardly and then pressed my snout to her collarbone. I nuzzled the soft bare skin there with a small smirk. Her tender cream-colored skin shone from her low cut, v-necked and sleeveless shirt. I couldn't help but notice her chest had gotten bigger, though.
How old was she again? Sixteen, was it?
Eyes heavy and threatening to clamp themselves shut, I shook my head and looked at her as I tried to focus on her presence and keep myself awake, "Well anyway, what brought ya here?" I murmured lazily and took a whiff of her scent.
She caressed my head and nuzzled my scalp, "Next week is my eighteenth birthday." She said softly, happily.
It took me a moment to understand her statement, and when it made sense in my head, I snapped more awake than before. I pushed my snout slightly off her well mounded chest and we locked eyes. My eyes fluttered sleepily, but I was thankfully awake enough to acknowledge what she told me, "Really?" I grinned, my hands slid back down to hold her hip, "Congratulations Angel."
She nodded enthusiastically and giggled again, "Yup! I'm gonna be eighteen!" she squealed and wrapped her arms around my neck, more tightly than before, she pressed her nose to my throat and nuzzled, before she then nibbled on the tender skin.
This time I groaned with pleasure, she knew all the right spots to turn me on. I was the one who cupped her face and pressed my lips to her and kissed her deeply, our fingers intertwined.
After the kiss broke she giggled again, still I registered that she still straddled my lap, but that was soon forgotten when she rested her chin on my shoulder and we nuzzled, I couldn't help but grin.
Unfortunately, that's when my sleepy daze faded and I opened my eyes to reality.
It took me a moment to notice the room was suddenly silent. The movie had been stopped and Mike sat there with his mouth hung agape and that bucket of popcorn crushed in his hands, its continents littered the floor.
The room was suddenly so damn boiling hot! I felt like I was dunked in a bubbling hot spring! The invisible flames spread through my chest and licked my cheeks. I could already sense them as they colored my face.
When he blinked a few times and his jaw fruitlessly worked on its own, his baffled expression melted into a brightly mischievously, leery grinning one. I swallowed audibly, and ignored how my girl nibbled on my neck more hungrily than before. I was just about to push her off and to her feet when I caught the scent of something that wasn't there before.
I took a more critical stiff and discovered that the alien smell was- wine? She'd been drinking?
With a suppressed groan, I acknowledged our position and what scene had played in front of my impish brother, I squeezed my eyes tight and forced myself off the couch, I cradled her body while she squirmed in my arms, I ignored her murmurs and incoherent giggles. She protested when I attempted to put her down by latching on to me a little harder.
Quickly and embarrassedly I shot my brother a warning look, before I took her to my room.
The chuckle that escaped his lips only made the knots in my stomach grow worse.
Once in the safety of my bedroom, she was already fast asleep in my arms with a huge grin plastered on her lips. With a relived sigh I set her more comfortably into my hammock, and then picked up my shell cell to give her guardian a call. While I waited for Casey to answer, I gave her small slender figure a visual once over, appreciating her beauty.
I ignored the ache in my lower region, too.
I mean, damn! She looked so cute, so hot!
With her stray hair set loose over her slender shoulders, draped over her temple and curling slightly around her cheeks, they gave her a cuter facade, like an innocent little child.
Her sleeveless, V-necked and low cut shirt was in a soft color of pale blue, it made her arms and neck look longer in an elegant way. Her well mounded breasts were shone a slight cleavage though the low cut; she looked so sexy. Plus with that frilly black skirt, its length was a little over her knees, yet it made her look like a very tall schoolgirl with slim, shapely legs.
After three beeps, he finally answered, "Hello?" came a frustrated greeting, "Make it quick 'cause I'm busy." He grouched.
"Casey? It's me, Raph." I muttered while I rubbed the back of my neck, I sat on the workout bench and continued to watch Angel as she slept peacefully, "Listen, are ya busy? I- uh… kinda have a problem here." I glanced at her cute pink cheeks and nose, that pleased and satisfied smile, it brought a grin to my face, "Could ya come over? I kinda need yer help with this one." I admitted.
"Sorry green-dome, I'm sort of busy." He muttered, "I was supposed to pick up Angel from a party, but after I got there they told me she left an hour early." He informed, but I identified the sound of his fist, it got muffled after it had collided with something, "Some cheep sh!t got her drunk during the party, and now she's wondering the streets all alone!"
"She's here." I mustered the best assuring tone I could and murmured softly, "She just arrived at the lair a while ago."
"Really?" Casey's voice breathed out in relief, "Thank god!" he then added, "Is she okay? Is she hurt?"
"She's asleep. Drunk, but asleep." I replied, my gaze fixed to her sleeping form all huddled in my bed. I was still tired and in need of rest.
"Okay! I'll be there as fast as I can" he said hastily, but didn't end the call just yet and continued, "But are ya okay, Raph? Ya don't sound so hot." My friend asked, concerned.
I identified the sound of a motorbike ignited, it roared as it raced down the street, so I tried to ignore it as it gave me a headache, "I'm just kinda tired. Could ya just come over to pick her up?" I asked.
He grunted, "Sure, be there in a few, take care of her till I get there, okay?"
"I will." I muttered drowsily and then ended the call.
Tired and now with a heavy head and a gradually growing headache, I carelessly threw the shell cell towards the dresser, but it missed and hit the wooden frame before it bounced off and skid across the floor. I ignored it and laid back over the workout bench, I draped an arm over my face and hoped for a quick nap while Casey gets here, I just didn't feel up to staying up to wait for him.
No more than ten minutes, I was fast asleep.
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I didn't mean to fall asleep, but it just happened.
After I woke up, I saw I was still laid on the workout bench, but there was a blanket over my body.
I pushed off it and saw that Angel was no longer in my bed, the blanket was mine.
It meant that while I was asleep, Casey arrived and took her home, while he, or maybe someone else, placed the blanket on me instead of waking me up, and telling me to get to bed since it was free again for me to use.
The bed however had the hint of feminine perfume, chocolate and a touch of wine, those scents once registered played images in my head.
More awake and self conscious, I pushed up to my feet and exited the bedroom, headed towards the bathroom to freshen up. After I took care of business, I stalked down to the kitchen for breakfast. I was might starved though my head still throbbed, because of the lack of a restful slumber. I think my body was still achy and tired, I didn't feel up to do anything today, my body felt too sluggishly heavy.
Once I've stepped into the kitchen, I spied Mike with a stack of pancakes on his plate, he was already half way through the meal, before he stopped to spare me a smile, but I ignored him, my head hurt too much to care about the chocolate that dribbled from his lips, to disgustingly splatter on the table. Leo had a cup of his usual green tea while Don was reading the newspaper.
Sensei and Leo were murmuring to each other, they stopped when I came into the kitchen, but I was too dull-headed and drowsy to care. After I greeted them, more dryly and blankly than intended, I plopped on the chair and cupped my face, I suppressed the urge to groan. The damn headache was getting worse, it wouldn't stop hurting.
"You okay, Raph?" Don piped up, concern clear in his voice.
"Tired. Headache. My brain feels like it's about to explode." I muttered with a grunt, and then folded my arms on the table and I closed my eyes, I tried to rest them for a few minutes, hopefully it'll ease away some pain. But the dull silence that followed irked me a little so I raised my head to look at them, curious why no one commented. "What?" I inquired, uneasy at their silence.
"Um, Casey came over last night," Leo began, a wry smile and a flustered look started on his face.
"Yeah, so?" I sent him a tired glare, and then glanced at Mike.
Mike timidly nibbled on his fork, eyes fixed to his chocolate syrup smothered pancakes.
"Since when?" Leo asked, a little uneasy.
I stared at him, partly confused, "What?"
"Angel." He explained hesitantly, "Since when?"
I squint my eyes, I half glared half confused, half annoyed at whatever was going through his head, "Leo I just woke up." I reasoned grumpily and pressed the base of my hands over my eyes, "I don't feel like using my head right now 'cause it's thrumming so hard, you'd think I have Mikey's damn drum set fixed in there!" I muttered darkly as I rubbed a bit more, before I removed them to look at him, "What's yer point? Just spit it out already."
His grin twitched uneasily, "You and Angel," he began carefully, "since when were you two an item?"
I blinked blankly at him once, twice, and then squeezed my eyes shut again. I let my head thump on the table and groaned, "We are not an item." I muttered and ignored the heat that warmed my cheeks.
"Dude! You two were slobbering kisses all over each other!" Mike exclaimed aloud, it caused the terrible thumping against my defenseless and tender brain to get worse, "That was so totally screaming item!"
Tired, I didn't fight back nor deny it 'cause it was partly true, but still I was just so tired and cranky and so gosh-darn confused. "I dunno," I admitted and stopped rubbing my eyes, "We've hand a thing for each other years ago, but-" I sighed softly and the pain in my head lessened, "we're not really an item; it's more like the relationship between Donny and April."
There was a gurgle that was soon followed by a sputtered coughing fit. Instantly Leo and Mike jumped to help him. Donny choked on his drink, so while Leo went to fetch him a glass of water, Mike gently smacked his shell and helped our brainy -busted!- brother clear his throat. Heck! I didn't even have to lift my head to see the flustered look on his face.
I smirked, face hidden under my folded arms.
"Then how do you explain the kissing?" Mike whined as he obviously hinted to the events that accrued last night.
Head heavy and not really in a mood to argue, I shrugged, "She was drunk." I reasoned.
There was a moment of silence before Leo spoke again, "Well that explains it." He muttered.
"Aww! You mean there won't be any miniature Raphies running around any time soon?" Mike argued with a cute pout, "And sensei was so looking forward for some grandkids, isn't that right sensei?"
I half expected to hear a loud smack, sensei's cane on Mike's head, but nothing came.
"My son, are you sure you are feeling well?" sensei spoke and I heard the sound of his cup gently make a muffled clatter, as it made contact with the saucer, "You're being very quite this morning." He reasoned.
"It's just a headache, sensei. I'm fine." I argued weakly, and then pushed off the table, "I think I'll just take some painkillers and sleep in for a few more hours. That okay with you?" I looked at him through bleary eyes.
He nodded though a reluctant gaze lingered in those deep, brown orbs, "Yes, perhaps a few more hours of rest would be for the best." He agreed with a gentle smile, "But let Donatello give you a check up, if and when needed." He insisted wisely, parental concern shone in his eyes, "I don't want you getting ill with something."
I bowed, "Hai, sensei." I didn't argue because I was just too tired to care.
With that said I went to the infirmary and grabbed some pills from the medical cabinet, drowned them with water, and then headed to my room. I dropped on my hammock like the dead, got as comfortable as I could, snuggled into the pillow and tugged the blanket closer. I ignored the sweet scents Angel had left behind, and again they played images in my head, in my dreams.
Soon I was snoring loud enough to wake the dead.
It was restful, though I could have had a better rest without the wet dreams.
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A/N: why I keep starting new projects when I'm already swamped with so many paused ones, I'll never know…. These plotbunnies will be the death of me one of these days, I just know it!