AN: Sequel-ish to Warm Honey (chapter 13 of Perfection, Intelligence, Angst, and Humor) written as a request for someone over at Deviantart.

Geezus, I can't even have the dojo to myself for ten minutes. Dammit, Leo. Go meditate or something.

Are you gonna workout or are you just gonna stand there watching me?

S'pose you're probably judging my technique. Any second you'll come prancing over here to tell me how I'm doing it wrong and then try to correct my form. Save your lecture, Leo. Ain't nothing wrong with the way I throw a punch. As long as it lands on its target, that's all that matters.

Okay, this is getting kinda weird. Seriously, Leo, move along. You're getting on my nerves. Turn your pretty brown eyes somewhere else.

...ain't right for a guy to have eyes that pretty.

I don't even know how to describe them. Kinda like…dark chocolate I guess?

…why would I think that? I hate chocolate.

Maybe…maybe 'cause it's like wanting something that ain't good for you.

Too much chocolate rots your teeth. Too much Leo would probably rot my brain. Yet people still crave chocolate…and I…I really want Leo.

I just hope he doesn't taste like chocolate. Nah, I bet he tastes like tea. Good god he drinks enough of that stuff…

Why the hell am I thinking abou that?! Focus on hitting the punching bag dammit!

He's been watching me this whole time. How long is he gonna keep that up?

…like dark chocolate…

Ugh…I can't take it anymore!

"What in the hell are yastaring at?" I bark at him, my fist pausing halfway to the punching bag as I turn to glare at him.

He looks like a deer caught in the headlights. I can see his mouth opening and closing like he's trying to say something, but he can't seem to get the words out. And his face is turning red.

"Not much," Leo snaps, offering me a glare in return.

He's practically running for the door. My hands drop to my sides. I should be pissed by what he said, but I'm not. I should want to knock his brains out, but I don't. I should move, but I can't. I'm too confused by the fact that he was blushing.

Leo ain't ever looked at me like before. I wonder what it means.

Does he…have a crush on me?

…well, I ain't gonna stand around here guessing. I'm gonna get to the bottom of this.

My feet start to move, heading for the exit. At the door I catch a glimpse of Leo's shell just as he disappears into the bathroom. I cross the lair in five seconds tops. There's no sound of the shower running inside the bathroom. I twist the door handle. Lucky me, it ain't locked. I open the door just wide enough so that I can slip inside and shut it again quickly.

Leo's standing in the middle of the floor, stripping off his gear. Only his kneepads and his mask are still on his body. He freezes as he realizes I just walked in on him.

"Raph! Get out!"

Instead of listening, I'm reaching behind me to lock the door. The clicking noise it makes seems to echo in the bathroom. I can see Leo tense up as I walked towards him. He's probably thinking that he needs his sword to defend himself. Before he can grab his weapons from where he set them on the counter, I pounce, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him towards me.

What the hell am I doing?

I feel him flinch. He starts to open his mouth to protest about the same time I press my lips to his.

What the HELL am I doing?!

I hear him squeak in surprise. For a moment he doesn't move. Then his hands lift to my chest and he pushes against me. I pull back.

"Wh-what are you d-doing?" Leo stammers, his face the same color as a tomato.

"What do ya think I'm doing?" I ask him, holding him tight. "I'm trying ta kiss ya, stupid."

Yeah, insult the guy you're trying to make a move on. Real smart there, Raph.

He didn't seem to notice. Too embarrassed by the whole situation probably. His eyes are wide open, showing off those dark irises of his.

"…why?"

"'Cause I wanted ta," I blurt out. Now I can feel my cheeks heating up. Leo only blinks at me. "And 'cause ya wanted me ta do it. Am I right?"

Slowly, he nods. "…yes…"

"Good," I say and smile. "Now come here…"

I lean in to kiss him again. Leo doesn't fight it this time. His hands slip around my shoulders and he steps even closer. Apparently, he really wanted this since he doesn't waste any time slipping his tongue into my mouth.

Yep. I was right.

He does taste like tea.