A/N: I wanted to play along with Tumblr's Raphril Week. I'm taking two of my stories and tweaking them slightly just because I think they fit so well within these prompts. I promise five of the stories will be completely brand new. Thanks for reading!

Knocked Out

"Crush"

"Come on, is that all you got?" the red-banded turtle taunted, waving his weapon in his opponent's direction.

The fiery redhead charged with her tessen, swinging at her sparring partner only to be blocked by his sai. The sweat dripped from her brow as she relentlessly tried to best him, repeatedly stopped by the skilled ninja.

April hadn't planned on the impromptu training session. She'd come to visit her friends to find only Raphael was available. Splinter was meditating in the dojo. Donatello was in his lab, working on his latest project with strict orders not to be disturbed. And, at Splinter's request that the two opposites needed to bond more, Leonardo and Michelangelo were traipsing through the sewer system. It made April chuckle to imagine how Mikey must be trying poor Leo's nerves with his short attention span. Raphael was pummeling the punching bag. After discovering it was just the two of them, April flashed her tessen and with a mischievous glint in her eye, asked, "Wanna spar?"

April was starting to regret her challenge. Raphael was not taking it easy on her in the slightest. The exhausted kunoichi was getting ready to admit defeat when she spied one of Mikey's My Little Bronies on the floor. She ducked out of the way when Raph sent a flying kick and seized the opportunity. She darted up, grabbed his ankle, and pushed back with all of her strength. Surprised, Raphael faltered for a moment, but that was all she needed. April charged, causing him to trip over the colorful forgotten object. As he fell, he grabbed the sleeve of April's shirt, pulling her down on top of him.

Raphael chuckled as he lay on his shell. He removed the crushed toy from underneath him and tossed it to the side. "Dirty trick, O'Neil. Wait til Mikey gets back. I'm gonna hand him his shell for this."

April was breathing heavily while lying on top of his plastron, although more from nerves or the fight, she wasn't sure. Bright blue irises locked into his emerald green eyes, making him stop his griping. In the silence, she bent down and placed her lips on his.

Startled, Raphael pushed her away. "April! What the hell?!"

Cheeks flushing as red as her hair, April scrambled to sit up. "I, I thought you wanted to. Sorry," she mumbled. Head down, she made her way to the ledge in the living room and swung her legs over the side.

"You thought I wanted to?! Why?!" Raphael stayed glued to his spot, too shocked to move.

"Never mind," she buried her head in her hands. "It's dumb."

Raphael groaned in frustration. As embarrassing as this was for him, he knew it was worse for her. He reluctantly joined her on the ledge.

April exhaled when he sat next to her. Maybe she hadn't ruined everything. She attempted a feeble explanation. "I mean, you're always asking me to spar …"

"Because you want to get better, right? And who else is gonna train with you and not go easy on ya?"

April bit her lip and faced away from Raphael. He gently placed his hand on her thigh.

April whipped her head back to face him. "That's part of it. You always manage to find ways to touch me."

Raphael jerked his hand away in disgust at how she viewed his actions. "Because I tried to comfort you and make you feel better about this?"

April maintained her indignance. "How about when you put your arm around my shoulders? It always seems to linger there a little longer than it should." Unwavering, she held her chin up high and forced eye contact with him.

He opened his mouth to insist that she was wrong, but quickly snapped it shut. Realization started to dawn on Raphael. Had he been inappropriate with April? Was he sending her signals? Did he have feelings for her deep down?

After several moments of silence, his voice was so low, April had to struggle to hear him. "It ain't right for us to be like that. What about my brother? Or Casey?"

April sighed. "Donnie's really sweet, but the way he dotes on and fawns over me … I can't take it. It's too smothering. Plus, he treats me like I'm fragile, like one of his beakers, and he's afraid I'll break."

Raphael nodded. "And Casey?"

"Casey's got the IQ of a pickle. I need someone who's strong and smart, someone who's not afraid to challenge me."

"I ain't that smart." It was Raphael's turn to look away.

April softly touched the side of his face and made him turn toward her. "You're a lot more than you give yourself credit for. Look, Raph, after everything that's happened with the Kraang, Shredder, the city, my dad … I've learned life is very uncertain. But, I know this. I know that I want you. And I think you want me, too."

Before he could protest, she moved her hand to the knot of his mask and pushed his face into hers. Raphael was about to pull back when he realized he was enjoying this. And she was right - he did want it, too, even if he wasn't willing to admit it out loud. This was unlike anything he'd ever experienced, the warmth of her lips slowly seeping into his body. He kissed her back eagerly, his hands grasping her slender shoulders.

April smiled into the kiss and trailed her fingers up his plastron, pausing at his lightning bolt crack. She continued to the dip in his collar bone, where she traced small circles onto his pebbled skin, making him moan in her mouth.

Raphael slid his hand down the length of her arm until he reached the hem at the base of her shirt. He rubbed the material between his fingers, and sensing no protest, began to lift the yellow fabric.

The creaking of metal behind them caused the two teens to hastily break apart. Each placed their hands in their own lap and stared in the opposite direction.

Donatello emerged from his lab, goggles above his mask. "Honestly! All this noise! How do you expect me to concentrate and finish up this cure for ..." He then noticed his crush and became flustered. "Oh! He- Hey, April. When did you get here?" He grabbed the goggles and hid them behind his back.

April's face reddened as she nervously ran a shaky hand through her pony tail. "Oh, a little while ago. Raph and I were practicing - ninja stuff."

"Okay, let me wrap things up in there and I'll come out and join you two."

"Sure, Don, that'd be great." Raphael supplied a monotone response while avoiding eye contact with his brother.

As the steel door clanged shut, the two teens glanced at each other guiltily.

"So …?" April inquired.

"So." Raphael replied flatly, shaking his head.