CHAPTER TEN

GET'CHER FREAK ON

PRESENT

Hooookay, y'all. Couplea things here. First, the NC-17 version of this chapter is at the following address: http:// www. angelfire. com/ ok5/ tmnt/ beloved/ ch9. html (take the spaces out). Just some unnecessary sex I felt like writing. *grins* Also, there's a killer pic of Kat at that address. A few disclaimers: Get'cher Freak On is by Missy Elliot, Peaches and Cream is by 112, Fantasy is by Ludacris. (Can you tell where this chapter's going? lmao) Thanx for the reviews, keep them comin'! ;)

LEONARDO:

"I'm sorry."

Katarina looked up at me, but didn't answer for a long moment. I waited silently for her reaction, and for a long time she just studied me. "You're forgiven," she finally answered, looking back toward the TV. That was the last of that conversation. I considered walking away, but didn't have a chance.

"Cell phone's ringin' baby," Raph called.

I stepped aside so that she could see him as she sat up. She raised her hands and caught it as it was tossed to her, miraculously managing to answer it before the voice mail picked it up. She looked away as she greeted the caller. I turned away, but felt Raphael's hand on my shoulder. I glanced at him. "You okay?" he asked quietly.

I nodded slightly. "Just... stress."

Katarina laughed. Raph glanced briefly at her, then turned to lean back against the sofa. "You know what your problem is?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes slightly. I couldn't even count the number of times Raphael had asked me that, in various stages of anger. "What?" I sighed, playing along.

"You're takin' all this way too personally," he informed. "It's not about you. It's about Kiara and Melanie. You and I need to stay out of it."

I studied him for a moment, not sure how I felt about that statement. It was a little too logical to be coming from Raph. Too passive. And impossible, no less. I sighed. "I can't just stay out of it, Raph," I mumbled. "If she's here, she's my responsibility. And it's kind of hard to remain neutral when I'm being accused of favoritism every time I turn around."

He shook his head slightly. "I don't think that's the point here."

I studied him carefully. "I think the point and the message are two totally different things."

Katarina jumped up on the sofa, dropping the phone beside her, and draped her arms around Raphael's neck. He raised his hands and placed them over her forearms, then turned to glance over his shoulder at her. "You wanna go party tonight?" she asked.

"Sure," he answered. "Where at?"

"Got some friends who are meeting at the state park."

He shot her a questioning look. "Isn't that a little far?"

She shrugged. "Well, they wanna party and they want to be out of the way."

"And they're passing it off as...?" he questioned.

"A barbecue dinner." She looked up at me. "You're welcome to come, too. They're on a 'more the merrier' policy right now."

I considered it only briefly. "No thanks."

"You should," Raph informed me. I glanced over and met his stare. "I know Mike'll go."

"Donny and Amy probably won't," Kat mumbled. "But we can ask."

"It'd be a chance to kick back," Raphael continued. "You said you're stressed. So relax."

I sighed. "What about Mel?" I challenged.

I figured that would put an end to this conversation. But to my surprise, it didn't. Raph and Kat exchanged glances, and she shrugged. "I don't care," she answered. "She can go too. Just as long as she stays out of my way, I don't have a problem with that."

"Go where?"

I turned as Melanie walked into the room. And suddenly, I was trapped.

KATARINA:

"Are you sure about this?"

I smiled at Leonardo. He shifted nervously, turning to look out the passenger side window. "I know these people," I reminded, glancing past him at the crowd down by the water's edge. There weren't a lot of people. Maybe a dozen and I was pretty sure I knew most of them from work or brief encounters at work-related events.

I threw Amy's pickup truck into park and pulled the key out of the ignition. To my left, my black car pulled up and killed its headlights. "Relax, Leo," I advised. "These guys are too damn drunk to think anything of a couple of abnormally large turtles dropping in with one of their friends."

"But what if they're not?" Mel instigated.

I glared briefly at her before jerking the door open. "Then stay in the car," I shot at her. "You and Leo could use the quality time together, I'm sure."

I knew that would at least get Leo's ass motivated. He stiffened as I glanced at him, then I turned and stepped down onto the grass. The heel of the shoe sank into the soft mud and Mike closed the passenger door of the car in time to offer me a hand. I groaned at the mess on my expensive shoes as Mikey's arm slipped around my waist and he led me to the grass.

Raphael was leaning against the hood of the car, watching the crowd with a skeptical expression. Mike released me as we neared and I circled in front of Raph, draping my arms around his neck. His hands dropped first to his sides, then moved to my hips as I slid my leg between his and rubbed back and forth against the lower regions of his plastron. I kissed him deeply and felt his muscles untense. He sighed as I pulled away. "Feel better?" I whispered.

"Little," he admitted. "You sure this was a good idea?"

I sighed, feeling the first stirring of annoyance inside me. "They're not gonna say anything, Raph. And just let me handle it if they do."

He grinned slyly. "That's not what I meant."

I stepped back. "What did you mean, then?"

He nodded toward the truck, where Leo was finally opening the passenger side door. "Them."

"Hey, you were the one who tried to convince him. I just offered."

He sighed. "He's not the one I'm worried about," he mumbled. "Get a few drinks in him and he'll loosen up. I'm more worried about her."

I snickered slightly as Leo helped Mel down then closed the door for her. "Get a few drinks in her and she'll be tryin' to fuck anything with legs." I glanced up and saw his questioning look. "Which might just help my cause. So I'm glad she's here."

"Hey, Kat!"

I turned at the sound of my name and saw Cherise running toward us, nearly tripping over her own two feet. She glanced questioningly at Leo, then at Mike, then at Raph, and finally her eyes came to rest on me. "Y'all comin' from a costume party?" she asked.

I smiled. "Yeah, somethin' like that."

"Thought you said you were only bringing your boyfriend."

I shrugged slightly. "Changed my mind."

Leo approached behind her. She didn't notice. "So I suppose that'd be you?" she grinned at Raph.

Raphael nodded slightly and they exchanged names. She glanced over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise as she saw Leonardo right behind her. Mel was a few steps back. "Omigod, you scared me!" she laughed. She offered a hand. "I'm Cherise."

He bowed his head slightly, then shook her hand. "Leonardo."

She smiled. "I like your names."

"Thanks."

Mike's eyes ran over her carefully. I watched him. Of all of us, I'd figured he would have the most interest in Cherise. She was short, thin, long, dark brown hair with bright, neon pink streaks, and she was wearing a pair of very short jean cut-offs and a button-down, white shirt that was half undone. Beneath it was something black, but it wasn't really visible. I couldn't tell if it was her bra or a tube top of sorts.

"Cherise, this is Mike," I introduced. "And that's Mel over there."

She shook Mike's hand and waved at Mel. "Well, hi everyone, but I guarantee I won't remember your names," she giggled.

"'Hey you' works most of the time anyway," Mike grinned.

She smiled at him. "Well, come on over. You haven't missed a whole lot. There's chicken on the grill if you're hungry."

MICHAELANGELO:

Chicken was good. The only thing available to drink was alcohol, so I found a wine cooler and sipped it slowly. Aside from the mixed drinks Kat made every so often, I didn't care much for alcohol. Raph sure as hell did. Took him less than an hour to down a six pack, and I was glad he'd thought to bring more to contribute. Kat was on her seventh or eighth by the time she decided she was bored with drinking and started trying to pursuade Leo to dance.

The music was turned up, the hatch back opened on one of the cars, and the beats pulsed in the area around us. We were at the edge of the park, and there was no one around to be disturbed by the noise. Surprisingly, no one aside from Cherise had asked about the "costumes." I was glad. That was something I didn't really want to deal with tonight.

"Where'd she go?"

I glanced over my shoulder at Kat. "Where'd who go?"

"Cherise," she answered, taking a long drink from the beer in her hand.

I shrugged. "I dunno," I lied. She was several cars over, getting something out of the trunk.

"You should find her," Kat grinned. She stepped closer to me and set the beer on the car I was leaning against. She stepped in front of me and hugged my neck. I could smell the alcohol on her breath as she pressed her cheek to mine. "She's single," she whispered in my ear.

I smiled slightly. "She's also human," I reminded her.

"So'm I," she answered, rubbing against me.

I glanced to the side and saw Raphael standing a few feet away, talking to Leo. Kat had given up on him for the time being. Melanie stood near them, but didn't seem involved in their conversation. I felt Kat take my hands and pull away slightly to look up at me. "Wanna dance?" she asked. I listened to the electronic songs from the back of the car. They blared loudly over the conversations around me. Missy be puttin' it down... I'm the hottest 'round...

I considered her proposal for a brief moment as I looked down on her. "You're drunk off your ass, you know that?" I grinned, finding amusement in that. Drunk people were funny. Except for Raph. He had a tendency to scare me when he was drunk.

She smiled and shrugged. "So? I can still dance."

I let her pull me toward the several other couples that had begun to move with the music. I circled my arms around her waist as she began to roll her shoulders, rubbing against me in the process. I wasn't surprised. I knew she danced dirty, and it didn't bother me. Doubted it bothered Raph, either. He was the one who'd taught me it was just dancing. I relaxed and let her movements guide me. She raised her arms over her head and tilted her head back. My hands unlocked behind her and moved up her sides to her ribcage. Get'cher freak on... Get'cher freak on...

She moved steadily with the movements, grinding her hips against me. She snapped her head forward and to the side as I ran my hands down to her hips. I felt her arms drape over my shoulders and she pulled in close enough to allow me to smell the perfume she was wearing. We avoided eye contact - it wasn't that kind of dancing - and I smiled as her hands ran down over my shoulders, then my biceps.

She turned gracefully, in time with the music, and leaned her head back on my shoulder, her arms still behind me. Her back rubbed against my plastron as she lowered slowly, and I moved down with her almost to a crouch. I gripped her shoulders as she rolled them back and buried her face into my neck. Her breath was warm and slightly heavier than normal. Quiet... shh... hush yer mouth... silence when I... spit it out...

I held her hips and surrendered to the pricks of excitement that shot through my nerves as her fingers brushed the back of my neck. She was my brother's girl, and I'd never try to compromise their relationship. But that didn't mean I had to deny what felt good.

RAPHAEL:

"Doesn't that... bother you?"

I glanced up at Leo and saw him watching Kat and Mike on the makeshift dancefloor. I followed his gaze and smiled slightly as I saw them. "What, Kat?" I questioned, although I was sure that's what he was talking about.

"She dances so... provocatively."

I watched as she turned to face Mike again and slipped her leg between his, gripping his shoulders. She was pressed hard against him and for a moment, their eyes met. I couldn't see Kat's expression, but it made Mikey laugh. He took her hands and raised them over their heads. "That's just the way she dances," I informed him. "She don't mean anything by it. And Mike knows that, too."

"Still..." he muttered.

She ran her hands down his arms and he lowered after her. He held her shoulders again as she continued her fingers down the front of his plastron, then moved to his sides as she reached the lower regions of the plate. She drew her fingers up his sides quickly and he lost the rhythm for a moment as he shuddered slightly. I smiled to myself. She was so evil sometimes. She knew damn well she was turning him on. And we all knew nothing would come of it. All except Leo, at least, who seemed to have a hard time grasping that.

I felt his eyes on me for a long moment, and I sighed. "Leo, she ain't touchin' and I can't stop her from looking." I glanced at him. "And frankly, I'd rather have her looking at Mike than one of these other guys."

"That's not touching?" Mel challenged.

I glared at her, but gave Leo a chance to answer, since I knew he would. "I would think you'd be more worried about Mike," he mumbled.

I raised an eyeridge, not entirely sure what he meant by that. "Leo, I trust both of them. And they both realize it's just dancing. So lay off already."

The song ended and another started. Kat turned and smiled at Mike, then looked over her shoulder at me. She raised her hand over her shoulder and curled her finger at me, inviting me to come closer. Mike took a step back but she grabbed his shoulder, keeping him close. "S'cuse me," I mumbled to my brother and Mel. I walked toward her and she turned back to Mike. Let me tell you what I wanna do... Let me show you that I feel you...

I circled my arms around her waist from behind and pressed back against her, leaning in to kiss her neck. She tilted her head away to give me access, and I easily found the rhythm she'd already set. Wanna sex, wanna ride with you... Wanna kiss, wanna put my lips all over you...

Mike and I exchanged glances, and I nodded slightly at him in approval. If she wanted him to stay, I had no problem with it. He relaxed again and she continued to move between the two of us. Her hair fell in her face and she snapped her head to the side, rolling her shoulders against me. I ran my hands up, over her buttoned shirt, and cupped her breasts through several layers of fabric. Her hips ground against Mike as she arched her back, thrusting her chest against my hands. I felt the first stirrings of excitement inside of me.

She raised her hands high above her head and I felt Mike's fingers brush mine as he ran his hands down her sides to her hips. Peaches and cream... I need it 'cause you know that I'm a fiend...

I followed his hands to her waist, and slipped my fingers beneath the top of her short skirt. She continued to move her shoulders and hips as I untucked the shirt and kissed at her neck again. She moaned slightly and turned to face me as she lowered her arms again. Her fingers slipped around my plastron and ran lightly down my sides as she moved her hips against mine. Mike's hands came up to her shoulders and pulled her back against him. He ran his fingers over her throat as she rested her head on his shoulder. On top, underneath, on the side of you... better yet, baby, inside of you...

I held her hips against mine and felt my shaft harden inside my shell as I allowed myself to look at her. I knew I was drunk, and the fact that everything inside of me wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her right here was only further proof of that fact. She ground against me and slipped her leg between mine, rubbing hard against my thighs. I could hear her heavy breathing over the pounding beats of the music. Don't wanna stop it girl you know I can't get enough... wanna taste it in the morning when I'm wakin' up...

Mike grabbed her arms and drew them back, then looked up at me and smiled wickedly. I grinned back at him and slipped my hands beneath her untucked shirt. She moaned slightly as my hands moved up her side, along her soft, warm skin. I touched the bottom of her bra and followed it around to her back, fingering the clasp behind her. She looked up and our eyes met. Her smile dared me to do it, and I was tempted, but I moved my hands back down, my fingers brushing the small of her back. I like it in my car... or even in my bed... or maybe on the stairs...

She turned her face into Mike's neck as the song came to a close and kissed his skin gently, then drew away from him. He let her go, smiling as he heard the beats of the next song begin. Yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah...

Kat's eyes met mine and blazed with excitement. "Rather watch this one, baby," Mike laughed, pressing against her back. He kissed her cheek and she nodded slightly to him, her eyes never leaving mine. I wanna li- li- li- lick you from your head to your toes... and I wanna... move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the floor...

We were about to show Mel and Leo the difference between looking and touching.

I pulled her to me hard and closed my lips around her in a deep, hungry kiss. She pulled away first and licked down to my neck, rolling her shoulders in time with the beat of the music. My hands ran down over her hips, feeling along the leather skirt, searching for the bottom of it. It was easily within reach. I slipped my fingers underneath it and felt along the soft skin on the inside of her thigh. Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top... lick it don't stop...

I leaned into her, moving in the same rhythm, and bit gently at her neck. I wanted to go lower, but her shirt was in the way. Easily remedied. I brought my hands up and unclasped the top two buttons on the shirt, baring her skin to her bra. I curled my fingers underneath the collar and pulled it down over her shoulder. Her nails scraped over my biceps as she ground her hips against mine. In the public bathroom... or in the back of the classroom... lover, lover gonna tap that ass soon...

I licked at the newly-bared flesh and bit down, slightly harder than I'd done to her neck. She moaned and her leg slipped between mine, rubbing hard. Her skirt rode higher as she thrust her hips against me, her shoulders still moving in time with the music. She lowered slightly, pulling away from me, and I ran my hands down, over her breasts to her hips again. I wanna... ah, ah... you make it so good I don't wanna leave...

LEONARDO:

I knew I was a little wide-eyed. I couldn't help it. They looked like they were ready to go ahead and have sex right here in front of all these people. I don't suppose the song helped to ease the sexual tension either. I glanced to the other couples as his hands ran up the inside of her shirt. They didn't seem nearly so involved. Which was not to say they were being modest, but their movements were not nearly so embarrassing as my brother's. I wanna get you in the back seat, windows up... that's the way you like to fuck...

I glanced to Mel, nervous tension welling up inside of me. "Melanie?"

She snapped out of a light trance and drew her eyes away from the two of them. She glanced up at me, but didn't speak. Rip the pants and rip the shirt... Rough sex, make it hurt... I blushed slightly in spite of the fact that I was starting to get used to the suggestive nature of the song. "You okay?" I asked quickly. "We can get outta here if you want."

She glanced back at Raph and Kat. She said nothing, but it wasn't silence that I heard. I wished it was. Legs jerk, overworked... underpaid, but don't be afraid... "I... I'm okay," she answered. "Just kinda surprised. I've never seen Kiara act like this."

Katarina's shirt was almost completely unbuttoned now. Raph pulled it down her arms and licked at her shoulders, over the front of her neck. Her black bra was lacy and might have been revealing if Raph had not been pressed so close to her. Maybe your girl and my friend can trade... tag team off the rope...

He slipped his leg between hers and pulled her down on it. Her fingers played over his sides as she moved in time with the music, tilting her head back. "To be honest, I haven't ever seen her act like this, either," I sighed.

"I mean, she always teased," Mel added. "But like... she never..."

That statement didn't really bother me, but it did make me question whether this had been a side of her that had always been there and we just hadn't seen it, or if it was more Raph's doing. From the way they moved together, I couldn't be sure. Not that I thought for a moment that Katarina was as innocent as Mel seemed to picture her. But this was a little... extreme. Whips and chains... handcuffs... smack a little booty up with my belt...

"Hey, Leo."

I turned as Mike approached and offered me a glass bottle with light purplish-pink liquid in it. I held up my hand, refusing, and he offered it to Mel. She smiled at him as she accepted it. "Thank you," she whispered.

Mike nodded to her, then looked up at me. "You might want to pick your jaw up off the floor, Leo," he grinned. "You don't wanna trip on it."

I studied him as he took a slow drink from a bottle of alcohol. It was a wine cooler, like the one Mel now had. "I didn't know you drank," I informed.

He shrugged. "I don't. Not regularly. And not much." He lifted the bottle. "This is my first and it'll be my last."

The song ended and I sighed in relief. "Well, that's good because there's no way in hell I'm letting either of them drive." I turned to nod toward Kat and Raph, but they were gone. My eyes widened slightly as I looked around me. There was no sign of them. I glanced to Mel, then to Mike. "Where'd they go?"

RAPHAEL:

I felt Katarina stir next to me and opened my eyes. She moaned slightly as she nuzzled her face into my neck and woke up slowly. "Mmm... no..."

I smiled slightly. "Good morning, baby."

She groaned. "I feel like shit."

I reached around her and brushed my fingers lightly back and forth over the back of her neck. "You don't have to get up yet," I mumbled. "Just take it slow."

She breathed in and opened her eyes to look around. "Where are we?"

"State park," I answered. "We came into the woods. Remember?"

"Nnnh..." she moaned. "No, not really."

I smiled. "Glad you don't usually go out and get smashed without me," I whispered.

"Why?"

"'Cause if you don't remember last night, I'd hate to think of what other things you might allow and then not remember."

She was quiet for a moment, then finally tried to move. The effort was short lived and she lay down again. For a long time, it was quiet. I kissed her forehead gently and looked up at the trees. They didn't let much light through. I glanced to the side, where my weapons were laid out beside me, then back at the woman in my arms. "Mmm... I do remember something about that," she slurred.

"What, last night?"

"Yeah. The tree, right?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Yeah, and you tried to fuckin' kill me..." she moaned.

I laughed. "What?"

"No wonder I'm so sore," she continued, more to herself than to me at this point.

I looked down at her, concern suddenly sweeping though me. "I didn't really hurt you, did I?"

She smiled faintly. "S'okay. Don't worry 'bout it."

I kissed her forehead again and she pressed harder against me, her leg moving over mine. The shirt I'd placed over her waist had fallen aside and she reached down to try and pull the tight skirt back down over her hips. If it had been an easy task, I would've done it already. She fought with it for a moment, her fingers slipping, then gave up. A slight moan escaped her lips.

"Want some help?" I offered.

"Mmm."

I pulled away from her gently and raised to my knees. I crawled to the tree we'd made use of the night before and picked up the black panties she'd forgotten there. I slipped them over her feet, up her legs, and to her waist, then pulled the tight skirt down over them. She sighed deeply as I came back up to face her and handed her the red, button down shirt. "Thank you," she whispered as I kissed her cheek.

"No problem."

"Everyone got home last night, right?" she sighed, holding the shirt over her chest.

"I'm sure they did," I answered. "I gave Mike the keys as soon as we got here 'cause I knew I'd be drinking."

"Mmm... I didn't think that far ahead," she admitted.

"S'okay. I'm sure they probably took the car. You've got the truck keys?"

"N'my purse," she slurred. "Dunno where't is."

"Alright, well, don't worry about it yet. Just relax." I smiled. "If I gotta hot wire it, we'll get outta here somehow."

"Mmm. I got, like, two hundred dollars in my purse though," she sighed. "Gotta find that."

"Speaking of money," I remembered.

"Uh oh," she smiled.

"Yeah, uh oh," I confirmed. "There's something Leo asked me to have you do today."

"What's that?" she asked.

"Melanie's got a paycheck in New Jersey."

She groaned. "Give her the fucking keys and let her go."

I smiled at her. "You sure you want to hand over your car to her?"

"I ain't drivin' her all that way," she mumbled. "There's no way in hell..."

I kissed her cheek lightly. "Oh, come on, you two could use some quality time together," I joked.

"Fuck you," she shot back. I laughed quietly as I kissed along the rim of her ear. "Why the fuck is her job in Jersey anyway? Didn't even know she had a job."

"Well, apparently, she did. Whether she quit before or after this supposed incident with Shredder is anyone's guess."

She sighed and it was quiet for a moment. "How much is the check for?"

"You really think Leo would ask her that?" I challenged.

"Well, if it's less than I make, I'll just reimburse her."

I nipped lightly at her earlobe. "It wouldn't take that long..." I prodded.

"Dammit, I don't wanna," she moaned.

I smiled. "But you're going to," I whispered.

"No, I'm not."

I sat up slightly and moved over her, kissing at her neck, then over the top of her chest. "Oh, yes you are..."