A/N: This is both a deleted AND revised scene. I originally cut and rewrote this because it was a bit too shippy and I wanted to keep everything vague. A couple people asked me if the scene that did make it in was shippy, because this is their rarepair. Out of curiosity I searched up "Leonardo/Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit" AND THERE WERE ZERO FICS. So I added the deleted scene to my To Do List for this series, and then went back and made it even MORE shippier. Because every ship deserves at least one fanfic :)

INTERLUDE

The 'Party Room' was in full swing. The table was covered in snacks of all kinds, including several types of chips and dip. There was one mini fridge and two coolers filled with cold drinks. The floor was covered with chairs or cushions to sit on, and every available surface held a screen with cords attached to it.

The clan had managed to grab Big Mama's Doom Dome for the night. Whether it was acquired with Big Mama's permission or just by Leo remembering that no derbies were being held this fine Tuesday night, Sunita didn't know. The Party Room was one of the V.I.P. suites that overlooked the arena, providing a great view for what was to be the platform of the final fight.

Raph had just left through one of Leo's portals to get in place for his dramatic entrance for Round Four. He had yelled at Donnie for several minutes for "taking it too far" with the mystic-tech rocket launcher. Donnie had moved over to the snack table and grabbed a paper plate, piling it high. Splinter had announced he was leaving to put his makeup on, sharing a small story about putting makeup on before filming during his movie star days. Unsurprisingly both Leo and Mikey decided they wanted to wear makeup too. There had then been a scramble for available mirrors. Mikey had asked April for help, so Draxum had oh so kindly suggested that Casey do Leo's makeup. Casey had determined they needed better light and roughly pulled Leo into the bathroom.

"I said STOP MOVING!"

"Then stop manhandling MY FACE!"

"I'm only manhandling you because you won't stay still!"

Leo was sitting on the fake granite countertop, the sink faucet digging into his leg. Leo kept leaning back in an attempt to get away from Casey's eyeliner pen, the back of his shell creating clacking noises against the mirror. Leo was blocked by the mirror to his back, the wall to his left, the sink to his right, and by Casey in front of him.

Casey leaned back away from Leo with a scowl on her face, "God damn it Leonardo!"

She hooked her fingers under his knees and pulled, causing Leo to slouch down further, and leaned back over top of him. Leo made a high-pitched noise as he was pulled. His lower body was almost all the way off the counter. Casey stepped between his legs, resting them on her waist and holding them down with her elbows. Leo froze in place as she resumed manhandling his face.

Leo and his brothers are turtles, and turtles are reptiles. Reptiles are cold-blooded, ectotherms the still functioning half of Leo's brain piped in, which meant several things. Here it meant the waves of heat rolling out from Casey's warm-blooded body felt very, very nice.

"Close your eyes."

"Hmm?" Leo was very distracted right now.

"I need you to close your eyes," Casey growled out, "so I can draw on your lids."

Leo closed his eyes. He felt the heat shift closer as Casey leaned even further down over his torso, felt a hot hand placed on his face. Gods, mammalian heat was addicting.

The heat was on his face, over his plastron, hottest on the inside of his legs which were still resting on Casey's hips.

She shifted her hands to work on his other eye, and her warm breath briefly brushing over Leo's mouth.

"I need you to look up now."

Leo opened his eyes to see Casey's own perfectly done eye makeup just inches from his face. Her own face was scrunched in concentration.

"Look up."

Leo looked at the ceiling, pushing his head back against the cold mirror. Leo felt a hot hand cup the side of his jaw while another got to work on his lower lids.

Suddenly Casey leaned back and stood upright, hands placed flat down on the counter next to the outside of Leo's thighs. "There, all done. No need to be such a baby about it."

Leo started to sit up himself. Casey's face flushed the lightest of pinks when she realized her body was blocking him from getting up and she stepped backwards.

Leo slipped down off the counter and turned to face the mirror, gasping in awe. Casey had done an amazing job despite being limited by the constraints of his mask and all the wiggling he was doing initially.

"You, Cassandra Jones, are a miracle worker."

Casey put her hands on her hips and smiled.