Our Older Years

A/N I do not own TMNT, but I am forever grateful for their existence!

Okay so after great deliberation, I decided it was best to cut two chapters (now the first three and the fourth is brand-new material yay) from Our Younger Years and put them here thereby beginning Our Older Years. I felt it appropriate since we are now exploring a completely new element of Raphael and April's relationship than what was occurring in Our Younger Years.

I have also decided to leave Our Younger Years as complete because I feel the final chapter, Christmas Light Reflections, wrapped up things the way I had been hoping and thus the story had run its course.

Thank-you all for your support and love! You have made this Raphril shipper very happy! Hopefully I can continue to do the ship justice in this new fic!

Diporae

Chapter 1: Interruptions

"Don't be ridiculous Raph! You'll freeze to death out there!"

The relatively tiny red-head placed her hands firmly on her hips as she defended the window from her boyfriend. Raphael quirked an eye ridge as he looked down at her ferocious blue eyes and chuckled, "You know, it's pretty funny to see you try to stop me."

Her eyes blazed, "I'm not letting you go out in a blizzard Raphael."

"Leo will tan my hide if I don't get back soon," He sighed, "You know that."

"Then let me deal with Leo." April squared her shoulders in determination, "He can take a chill pill for one night. Besides, even he would struggle to go anywhere in this weather."

Raphael shook his head. It was true, he did not relish going out into the whipping wind's icy barrage. Being cold-blooded did have its advantages, but travelling through snow effortlessly was not one of them. It took every bit of self-control he and his brothers had, and then some, to not fall into a state of unconscious torpor with hibernation not far behind when out in such weather.

Still, Leonardo hadn't been the easiest turtle to handle since Raphael and April had become official. The eldest had accepted their union but it was laden with wary reluctance. Raphael now knew Leonardo's difficulty stemmed out of concern for his brother and even April, but that did not mean the couple appreciated the eldest turtle's curfews or attempts to keep things as G-rated as possible for as long as he could.

Not that he needed to, Raphael and April already were taking their sweet time. Neither wanted to end up hurt and even if it was irritating at times, if it meant keeping each other comfortable, they would continue to take things slow. Besides, there were certain anatomical realities that Raphael knew April would struggle with no matter how confident she claimed she was. Until Raphael was sure both he and April were fully prepared to pound out the details – so to speak – it was their unspoken agreement that said activities were off-limits.

However, that didn't mean Raphael wouldn't mind getting to spend more nights with his girl. Too bad Leonardo was a conservative stick in the mud when it came to such bedtime arrangements. Any previous sleep-overs had always heralded one of his big brother's infamous lectures followed by a workout from hell. Fuck, Raphael had even been subjected to a few extra sessions in the haishi thanks to good old Leonardo. If Raphael weren't so busy trying to prove to his brother that this relationship could work, he would have beaten the snot out of him already.

Ok fine. Raphael had flipped his lid at said brother on more than one occasion regarding this particular subject, but Leonardo deserved every bloody nose he got! Besides, it wasn't like Raphael had walked away scotch free. A new crack in his shell was proof of that, and although Raphael would never admit it, the dull ache in his lower back was partly why he didn't want to incite Leonardo's ire now. At least not until he got the okay from Donatello to remove his current duct tape accessory.

On the other hand, he did have one very sexy, huffy April attempting to block his escape. Obviously, Raphael had no choice but to stay. Besides, he had been given the green light to sick April herself on Leonardo, and even their great and powerful leader had his limits. Raphael glanced to the side as if frustrated before glancing out the corner of his eye to give April his most impish grin, "That's how you want to play?"

Raphael had to give her credit for only balking ever-so-slightly, "I'm not playing."

"You don't have a choice."

Before she could blink, Raphael blithely lifted her into a fireman's hold. With her narrow body resting on his shoulders and shell, he held her firmly in place by grasping one knee and one arm with one massive hand. He laughed as she half-heartedly smacked his shell, "What are you doing?"

"What's it look like I'm doing?" He did a quick spin causing her to squeal in delight, "I'm spending the night." He turned again as he set his sights on the kitchen, "So what do you want to do first? Eat?" He pivoted to face the couch, "Movie?" Finally he directed himself to the bed, "Something pain-in-the-ass Leonardo would disapprove of?"

"Oh I do like that last option," April giggled.

"I have my moments," Raphael smugly shrugged as he strode over to the bed. Without even an ounce of hesitation, boasting his full swagger, he easily lifted her up over his head as though she were no heavier than a pillow, before lowering them both over the mattress. Cradling her head and her ass in his hands as he straddled her, he smirked down, "And then some."

April's eyes crinkled at the edges as she beamed up at him, "Come here you."

She then grabbed the loose ends of his crimson mask. Yielding no resistance, Raphael met her where she lay pressing his lips firmly to hers. In their mirth they almost feverously slid their tongues over one another.

No longer was Raphael a virgin kisser. Sure, he still had some improving to do, but he was more than pleased that he was no longer kissing her while engulfing her face in his wide mouth. He had been a quick learner. Okay locking himself in the bathroom while his brothers were occupied to experiment making the right shapes in the mirror with his lips as he'd seen in some… rather graphic… videos… had probably contributed to that, but hell would freeze over and melt before he ever confessed to any such practices. Besides, it wasn't as though he had an older sibling who could aid him with tales derived from past experiences; the day Leonardo got laid was the day Michelangelo gave up his Orange Crush (he still didn't get why the little puke kept stashing it behind the fridge when everyone knew it was there). Nonetheless, Raphael had improved. Still, even if it was paying off, he wasn't about to set himself up for a world of brotherly whoop-ass. He still was tortured over his little we're-about-to-die-so-let-me-tell-you-all-my-stupid-feelings speech and that was more than enough.

Back in the land of the euphoric here-and-now, Raphael was proving that his practice had not been that shitty of an idea. April's swift limber tongue rubbed eagerly against his large one as it thrust into his mouth leaving him more than a little excited. Feeling a warm pulse of blood to his groin, Raphael growled into her mouth, which only grew deeper as April ran her nails over the backs of his shoulder just before shell met skin. She gave his lip a little nip, egging him to run his hands under her white cotton sweater to unclip her bra. Just as he began to roll her top up, a shrill ringing pierced the apartment. Even though he was relieved it wasn't his phone, Raphael cursed under his breath. Annoyed he may lose the bundle of erotic warmth below him, "Fuck, seriously?"

However, April was not so easily distracted, "Just ignore it." She then grabbed the edges of his plastron and pulled him back down towards her, "I'm unavailable."

"Damn right you are," Raphael grinned as he began to weave a trail of tiny kisses from her forehead, to her right cheek before returning once more to her mouth. By this point, the ringing had stopped and he was fully preparing to lose himself in her heat once more. Going to pull her shirt up again, the phone began to shriek again.

This time April hissed, "What's wrong with leaving a voicemail?"

"Do you need to get it?" He quirked an eye ridge.

"No. It's nearly eleven on a Friday night. They can deal." Once more she pulled at his chest plates and once more he lowered himself. Yet just as had happened before, as soon as the phone stopped, it began to ring again. April released an agonizing sigh prompting Raphael to raise himself to kneel above her. He reached for the bedside table and grabbed the buzzing demon, "Here. Find out what they want so they can leave us alone."

April gave another exasperated sigh, but as she looked at the name she frowned, "It's Robyn." Her brow furrowed in concern, Raphael helped her to sit up as she swiped her finger over the screen, "Hello? Robyn?"

"APRIL!" Even Raphael could hear the girl on the other end, "Thank god you answered!"

"Robyn, is everything ok?" April squeezed one of Raphael's fingers and he gave her knee a comforting rub.

"Yes. No. Well I mean you know how I was down south for that big conference?"

"Yeah…" Blue eyes were bright with worry.

Robyn continued, "Well I was supposed to fly to New York, catch my connection, and then arrive in Providence tonight, but with the storm everything's at a total standstill. The soonest I can get out of here is probably going to be Monday."

"But you're okay right?"

Raphael felt April's tense muscles relax at her cousin's response, "Yeah I'm fine, just tired mostly, but I was wondering if you would be cool if I crashed at your place this weekend? Or at least until I can get out of here?"

"What?" April glanced nervously at Raphael who shrugged. He could always call Donatello to come get him. It would suck, but he got it. Seeing his reaction April continued, "Yes of course Robyn! You don't even have to ask!"

"Well I don't want to be an inconvenience…"

"It's no trouble at all. Really." April sighed as she relaxed her back into Raphael's plastron, "So when can I expect you?"

"Ah see that's why I kept calling." Suddenly a knock came at the door and both Raphael and April sat bolt upright to stare at it in terror. Robyn, obviously pleased with herself, chirped, "I'm here!"