Meet the family

*The characters Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo are not mine. They are copyrighted by mirage, or image, or something to that extent. And this story is not at all a take off from 'meet the parents'... at least I hope.*

(Devonshire) Boston, Mass

5/22/10

Mid morning light slowly creeped through the trees. Moving through the not-quite transparent leaves, it left a soft shadow on the wall, crawling up the window. Brown marked birds chirped back and forth, in a ... slow.... game of telephone.

Something otherworldly pulled Raphael into the present. The light in through the window covered over his eyes as an undeniable fact that morning had come. No matter how hard he denied it. Staying up late wasn't as good an idea as it had seemed the night before.

A lethargic hand raised to his forehead to rub the 'waking up' headache he felt coming. The other went to scratch the itch in the crease of his plastron. A resigned groan passed and he let his arms roll back askew under the comforter. He eyed the pile of rocks on the windowsill, and decided to let the birds go on for one more day. Next time they might not be so lucky, he thought to himself as he closed his eyes again, basking in the warmth of the bed.

A sudden jouncing made his eyes burst open. The mattress continued to bounce, he could feel a presence above him. A damp blond mop hovered over his head as his girlfriend sat atop him, held up upon her hands and knees. A silly grin was plastered over her face. The violent springing of the bed stopped and he began to ask what she was up to, when her face came down over his. Too shocked to protest, he accepted the heated kiss.

His mind raced with what to do. There were still things to get done before noon. He hadn't showered. Something smelled like food in the kitchen. He hadn't gotten laid in two weeks. He grasped her waist the best he could. His hands began fumbling to find their way out from the blanket, and took a hold of her by the sides of her ribcage as soon as they did. He ran his hands along her sides. It was apparent she hadn't put on a bra yet. His legs began kicking the rest of the sheet off.

Without warning she grabbed his still feeble wrists and pushed them down on the bed. The kiss promptly ended and she pulled back.

"Breakfast is ready!" Surprisingly without getting tangled in the bunches of blanket, she hopped off, and skipped out of the room. Raphael stared at the ceiling, his breath still heavy. His body was much more awake than the rest of him, and he struggled to reach equilibrium. The birds had picked up the tempo of their song. It almost sounded like they were laughing at him.

He grumbled and swung his legs over the side of the bed, kicking the rest of the blanket off. It slid off into a big heap on the wood floor. A pair of dark denim jeans sat in a rumpled pile on the computer chair. He grabbed them and began pulling them on over his boxers. The pockets got shoved out and he had to jam them back in again as he stood. He zipped and buttoned the fly before checking himself out in the mirror.

The tan yellow plastron bulged over his pectorals. Taught tendons of his neck stretched out to broad shoulders. He flexed his right arm and nodded to his reflection. Yeah, you like that? Yeah you do. Pump those guns baby. Hot shot. Yeah. He gave himself a mean snarl, the scar on his beak tensing. Only occasionally would he indulge in the masculine vanity of his teen years. Most of the time he didn't find it necessary. People already would tell him how buff he was.

Raphael slapped his cheeks a little to wake himself up, then left the bedroom. The hallway through the apartment was narrow. The walls had some of Kelseys' work up on them. Photography, charcoal. A particularly favorable drawing of himself on a bar napkin. He tapped it with his knuckle for luck as he turned into the kitchen.

She was in the kitchen, at the stove. There was a black plate decorated with a steaming omelet waiting on the table. It appeared to be prompted for a volatile explosion as soon as he poked it. He went around the kitchen table, and came up behind Kelsey. He knew she hadn't heard him coming, but she still didn't jump when he wrapped his arms around her stomach. Pressing up against her back, he rested his beak against her damp hair. She smelled of that damn hippie conditioner.

"Hey." Her head turned, although she kept her eyes on the pan, and kissed his beak. "Breakfast is on the table."

"Mmmm." He kissed the hair below her ear. A little shiver went through her. He smirked and let his fingers begin to toy with the button of her jeans. With a curt little noise she flipped the omelet over.

"Can you get the plate." He moved one of his hands away and handed her the second plate from the counter. She flipped the eggs onto the plate, and took the opportunity to duck away from his returning arm. Chuckling, Raphael took his seat and scratched the back of his neck, poking the stuffed omelet. She sat across from him with the container of grapefruit juice and cracked it open.

"So what was that wakeup call about." He raised an eye to her. The same playful smile flashed over her mouth. She poured the glasses and pulled a leg up under her.

"Sure got you up fast." He smirked.

"Yeah." Poking the omelet, a burst of cheese goo and stuffing poured onto the plate. "Gotta love those omelets."

The living room was empty in the morning. The big stereo system was closed up, a few mini disc cases rested on top. Across the hall the kitchen door was open. Inside Raphael and Kelsey were eating. The curtains were open, and the sun was throwing streams of light in. Elias invited himself in and began poking around Raphaels' plate.

"Hey, what do you think this is?"

"Haven' eaten yet." He mumbled.

"Well go make somethin' then." Raphael pushed him away. "For crying out loud."

"There's some more eggs and cheese in the fridge. And don't use the toaster. It's broken."

"Thanks." Elias stuck his head into the refrigerator, sticking some things under his arm. Raphael stacked his dishes up and cleared them from the table to the counter beside his friend. "Is Bumble around?"

"Yeah. Somewhere." Just then, Bumble snuck out of the basement door. He surveyed the room, then trotted out, tail raised up high. "Mmn." Kelsey checked her watched and murmured to him. "Yeah."

"You guys have any beers?" Elias checked back in the fridge.

"Yeah. You better put 'em back though." Raphael added on his way out to the bedroom. "And buy your own damn food!"