A quick humorous Raphril short. Because, why not?
April froze at the sharp slap across her rear, eyes bulged and feet planted flat on the ground as she tried to comprehend what exactly just happened. Or, had her mind been playing tricks, again? Slowly the stunned redhead swiveled on her heels, facing the smirking turtle who reclined over the armrest of the navy colored sofa.
"Did...did you just smack my butt?"
Raphael's smirk couldn't have gotten any larger after such flirtatious tease. He nonchalantly shrugged his broad muscular shoulders while green irises continued to stare at her startled expression. He suppressed a jovial snort once spotting the skin beneath her freckles turning red. Whether she was mad or embarrassed, he grew excited.
"Couldn't help myself," he muffled confidently behind a fist, "if I like what I see, I show it."
April's mouth fell open at the absurdity of his cheeky response, unsure on how to even respond to that. She just stared slack jawed at the bold terrapin.
The glimmer in his eye left her silent as shivers prickled her skin, unaware he had gotten near enough to clearly notice that small dark colored splotch over his left cheekbone. Collecting herself, April folded slim arms over her chest, turning her head to look elsewhere once Raphael closed the distance between them.
"You're unbelievable," she irksomely hissed, rashly removing herself from his view and ignoring his chuckle after her shove.
"Ya liked that. Admit it," he called out with a wink, watching her leave.
That would be the last time she'd wear loose cotton short-shorts. Even if it was a scorching, blazing summer day.
April's heavy blush soon returned as lips pursed, zealous mind replaying the moment once exiting the lair's living room.
Did her boyfriend insist on being so…primal?
