Interludes
By KameTerra
Six
"Uhhn."
"Sorry, what was that?"
"Wuh… Wow."
"There's an improvement, a real word this time. Care to try an entire sentence?"
She was giving him shit, but Raphael couldn't seem to muster up even the slightest bit of annoyance over it. Noooope. In truth, he couldn't muster up much caring about anything at all. "I…can't feel my legs," he muttered a bit thickly, eyes still closed. He knew he had the most idiotic grin plastered on his face. Didn't care about that, either.
She laughed. "Is that a good thing?"
"Yeah…" he said slowly after a moment of assessment. "Good thing. Very good thing."
She laughed again. "Well at least it wasn't a wasted effort, then. I wasn't sure if you wanted me to, at first. You seemed a little…I don't know, hesitant. Or maybe confused?"
"Nah," he answered, speech becoming easier as his mental fog lifted. "You jus' took me by surprise, is all. I mean, I've thought about it. Like, a lot. But we been, um, doin' stuff for a while now, an' I thought maybe..." He stopped.
"Maybe what?" she prompted..
"Maybe you just…didn't want to."
"What, because you're a turtle? Turns out the equipment's pretty much the same. It's a blow job, not rocket science."
Now it was his turn to laugh. "Well…" he said thoughtfully after a moment, "It's a little like rocket science, don't you think?"
"Maaaaybe. 'Little' being the operative word."
"Oh, ouch," Raphael said, trying to sound wounded.
"Sorry. Guess that one was below the belt. Literally."
He rolled his eyes and smiled. "I got it, thanks. Anything else?"
"Nope, think that's it for now," she answered pertly. Then she was quiet for a short time. "It wasn't because of you that I waited so long," she continued in a more serious tone. "I just have to be in the right mood, I guess. There were plenty of other things to explore, and it didn't occur to me that you might be…waiting for it." She turned her head to the side to look at him, smiling softly. "Though it should have, I suppose."
"S'okay—better late than never." And totally worth the wait. "Just glad you ain't one a' those chicks who, like, doesn't do 'em at ALL."
"One of 'those chicks'?"
"Uh, yeah." Raph tried to tread carefully, sensing he might've stepped into potentially dangerous territory. "You know, like the, uh, bra-burning ones, the feminist chicks, or whatever."
"Ah. Of course. And they're opposed to performing oral sex because…?"
Shit. It was a trap; he knew it was a trap, but it was too late to backpedal now. He fidgeted slightly. "They, um, they find it…" He searched for the word. "Insulting, or something. Demeaning. Yeah," he finished lamely. Raph glanced at her, though he couldn't see much of her expression. He wasn't sure if she'd take offense, or just plain laugh at him. He was sure he'd laugh at himself, if he was the one listening to this. But she did neither. Instead she rolled towards him a little and propped herself up on one elbow, a curve of a smile just visible in the semidarkness.
"Fascinating," she said. "Well, I'm sorry you've had so little success getting head from the, uh, 'bra-burning feminists'. But I'm fine with it, now and then." She reached toward him, running a finger delicately across the upper plates of his plastron and eventually down onto his bare chest, allowing her nail to drag lightly over the skin. She was pressing just hard enough for it to tickle. Teasing. And even spent as he was, he couldn't repress a shudder. Damn she knew how to drive him crazy.
April's smile deepened at his reaction. "Besides," she said with a hint of amusement in her voice. She leaned in close. "How could I find it demeaning to have you completely at my mercy?"
Stop giggling, Kalla! This is NOT something I wrote on the plane! ;)
KT