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Just a futuristic raphril moment. If there are other scenes that pop up in my head, I might post more, or if any inspiration comes my way. Let's also say that Raphael and April are together, and that the original concept of Raphael crushing on April was real.
April frowned when she furiously dropped her bag onto the floor of her bedroom, slamming the door shut. Wiping the back of her hand across her left cheek, she made her way to the bed while removing her slip-on shoes. Raphael wasn't far behind when he shoved the door open and stepping into the room. He suspected that she was being a bit abnormal by all her groaning and scowling since they left the lair after their halted training. Glancing at the way she lazily took off her yellow shirt, only leaving a tank top on, his gaze followed as she climbed into bed. Raphael only set aside his weapons before joining her. The bed creaked as he sat, yet laid down to embrace her from behind, nuzzling his face against the back of her neck and breathing in the brackish and slight lavender scent of her warm skin.
"You shouldn't worry too much about me," April mumbled after a long silence. "I'm not that weak girl you met five years ago." He snickered at the seriousness of her tone, but couldn't disagree with her. She had grown, not only physically, but mentally as well – and he was proud of that. His right hand traveled from her shoulder, down to her arm, until reaching the elastic bound of her cotton shorts. His fingers pinched the fabric, tempted to dig underneath to touch more of the tender skin, but ultimately reached forward to find her tiny hand.
"I know, I know." Raphael sighed as his other arm slipped under, so she could rest against him. The hand snaked around for his fingertips to caress her forehead, only to push away the red strands that fell from her lose pony-tail. His brows creased when feeling the sharp thin indent on her left cheek, not elated about the new marking. "It's just that…I don't like seeing you like this." April shifted at his response and sat up, to turn around and face him.
"Well, you should've thought about that before, Raph." She playfully reached out to remove his red tattered mask away from his face, making sure that his eyes could not hide behind the material. "Besides, I too don't like it when you get unnecessarily hurt." He grinned, but complied. He knew when she was right. Staring into her cerulean irises, he stiffly smiled before reaching out to grab and situate her on top of him. April giggled, prior to moving around until she was comfortable against his hard plastron. Peering down at him, she noticed that Raphael had changed over the years. He wasn't that brooding turtle she always knew. Raphael had certainly grown to be a lovable, protective, and caring guy. If she didn't know any better, she considered him to be the nicest out of his brothers. It just took years to get him out of that bubble, though he would never admit of breaking free. His intimidating exterior would always be upfront among strangers and acquaintances. Within the family, he can be himself – to an extent.
While thinking, April scanned his rigid body, skimming at the rippling muscles of his arms, and at the few veins popping out from his forearms. Over the years, he had gotten bulkier, but nothing outrageous. Still, in comparison from his fifteen year old self, he was huge. His shell had shrunken closer to his body, seeming to fit more with his stature. Ultimately, he grew taller than her, which secretly made her blush at the thought of him bending down to place a gentle peck on the lips while no one notices. The embraces he provided were to melt for. Strong arms wrapping around her protectively, hands caressing her trembling skin, and the soft breathing on her neck was something she would never grow tired of. Raphael had closed his eyes, leaving her a bit disappointed of not being able to stare at his piercing green irises that she always found alluring, even when they were just friends.
"Raph?" April whispered, not really wanting him to awaken from his rest. Training was hard for them both, but a little moment together would always perk him up. She nudged him slightly on his broad shoulder, sensing the rough texture beneath her dainty fingertips.
"Hmm?" the redhead only rolled her eyes, though smirked while leaning forward, and biting her bottom lip as she tried to keep in the giggles that were ready to burst out.
"You're such a-" April began, in a honeyed voice, against his ear. The corner of his mouth rose at the tone she utilized, causing him to sink further into the mattress to relax at her touches and callings. "Big, strong-" The humanoid turtle only smiled, wanting her to continue. "Powerful and courageous…" she whispered out. Raphael brought his three-fingered hand, which rested on the bed, to her hip, fingers pulling down at the elastic of her shorts. Soon, she gently nipped his jaw before pulling away, goosebumps forming on his thigh which her hand leaned on. "…Muscular marshmallow." Instantly, his green eyes appeared before her, showing a surprised and flustered look. April only laughed as she slid down while he hoisted.
Raphael wasn't fond of people laughing at him, yet, when April did it, he couldn't keep an angered expression. Knowing the only way to make her stop, he gently grabbed her face, overlarge hands cupping her cheeks, quickly quieting her. She felt her heart beat race as he inched closer, but she always seemed to feel that way whenever he got intimately close. Shutting her eyes, she waited for his lips to land. Finally, his mouth reached hers, slowly moving into a rhythm that made her swoon all over again, as she forgot as to why she was mad in the first place. Eyes closed, hands reaching to each other's skin, and gentle movements to exhibit their needs were the minimum of their wanting togetherness. He surprisingly had a talent for that, making her overlook everything before his kisses. Moments later, he pulled away, smiling at her flushed demeanor. April just couldn't get used to that sweet side of him. She felt – like a girl around him; a girl that had a buff guy around to protect her from anything that may come. His thick finger ran across her new scar, feeling the roughness that was similar to his own blemishes that covered his body from the years of fighting.
"Just be careful, alright?" April nodded, barely listening when he used that soft gruff tone she had the pleasure of hearing behind closed doors. Wrapping her arms around him, she pushed him back on the bed, before resting her head against his abrasion covered plastron. April tiredly traced his lightning bolt outline prior to closing her eyes and listening in to the soothing beating of his heart.