Raph was unbelievably bored. He had finished reading his new comic book and his old ones that Mikey hadn't destroyed. With a sigh he swung his legs over the side of his bed and walked out of his room. According to his clock, there was still plenty of time left before they could go out for patrol so he had time to kill. Leo was sitting out in front of the tv watching that space show for the 100th time and didn't even acknowledge Raph's arrival.

"Hey Lameonardo, where's-."

"Donnie's in the lab, Mikey's in the kitchen, Splinters in his room, and Cristen is in the dojo." He said quickly not taking his eyes away from the screen.

"Okayyy." Raph said slowly. He rolled his eyes and made his way to the dojo. Donnie's no fun when he's deep into a project and the kitchen was probably a war zone about now. Plus, he hadn't seen Cristen since that morning anyway. As he walked up the steps he could hear soft music pouring out of the room. He was pretty sure he had heard it before on her iPod. He peeked into the dojo to see her back to him fiddling with the device. She was wearing her dark blue sports bra and spandex shorts with a light ripped up tank top over it. He could tell she had been at this for a while by how her skin was glistening with sweat. She pulled her black socks up more securely before starting the song over from the beginning. As she made her way to the middle of the room Raph realized that he had never really seen her dance since that one night long ago. He shifted so he could get a better view and stayed silent as she began to move. Her movements were graceful, but inconsistent. Not in a bad way, but in a way that kept you waiting for what she would do next. One moment she would move as if she was stuck in jello and the next would be frighteningly quick but no less accurate. She had amazing control over her limbs as she brought her leg to the sky without touching it and left it there manipulating her ankles before stepping into an arial. Raphael was never one for the more delicate arts but he was quickly realizing that this was anything but delicate. The song hit it's climax and Cristen slowed down abandoning the tricks she was doing to do soft motions that Raph found as impressive as the turns she just did.

"And If you're in love then you are the lucky ones. Cause most of us are bitter over someone."

He couldn't draw his eyes away from her face that was displaying the exact emotion the person singing the song seemed to be feeling. The song faded out and Cristen had finished on the floor where she sat for a moment catching her breath. Her eyes then flickered up at Raph's and she smiled.

"So? On a scale of one to ten how bad was it?"

He blushed wondering how long she had known he was watching her and walked all the way in the dojo.

"What do you mean?" He asked forcing the blush down. "That was amazing."

She stood up and walked back over to her iPod to unplug it.

"But is it Nationals amazing? That's the question."

"I didn't even know you could move like that." He said. "I thought-."

"That I was just a delicate little ballerina." She finished for him. Her arms were crossed and her eyebrows were raised in a way that would have seemed defensive if she hadn't been smirking playfully. He chuckled nervously and she walked up to him tapping his plastron.

"Just because ballet is beautiful doesn't mean it's delicate Raphael. We just make it look that way."

"You're right. I should have learned my lesson when I met you."

Cristen stared at him confused before she realized what he was saying. She grinned before kissing him softly on the lips.

"I love you."

Raph spun her around and then pulled her close again.

"Love you too my beautiful ballerina."


Song used: Youth by Daughter

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