Raph's Thoughts

She was perfect.

A goddess in her own way.

Strong, Beautiful, powerful, funny.

She had a will and a love of fighting.

And she was good at it. That one fight he had seen her in had impressed him to no end. She had handled her sai's as well as he did. She had accounted for as many foot soldiers as she could before they fled. She hadn't even gotten hurt.

And her body. It was beautiful. Absolutely flat stomach adorned with a spiked belly ring. Her hips flared gently. Her legs went on forever. Just the way he liked them. She wasn't totally skinny either. She had a softness to her round curves. No excess fat was on her, but she wasn't a stick either. She had muscles on her that showed she worked out.

She was strong and willful. Just like him. She was perfect. Absolutely gorgeous. When he had first seen her his heart had constricted and he had known what he felt for her. He just didn't want to acknowledge it. He had spent the whole week after the fight watching her building. Watching her come and go and thinking about her. Finally he had admitted to himself how he felt.

She drove him wild and he wanted to be with her. He wanted to get to know her. Wanted to hold her in his arms. When he finally got up enough nerve to get himself invited over he had nearly lost it when he had come in and seen her doing those pushups. Her soft breasts had been held in place by a sports bra and those shorts had gotten him. When she stood up he had seen how truly short they were.

They barely covered her ass and had dipped below her hips enough to leave little to the imagination. He could just see a pair of thongs peeking over the tops of them. The sight had made his mouth go dry. He had never seen someone exude so much sexuality but not seem like they were easy.

The way she had reacted to him had given him hope. She had treated him like any other guy.

She was perfect in every way. A beautiful body. A great mind and spirit. And talent beyond belief. And most of all she liked him.