Teddy

Raphael x FemReader

"Are ya alright?" Kneeling down in front of the scared woman who was butted up against the edge of the trash can in the back of this narrow alley.

"Uh..um," was the only response as the woman's wide eyes looked him up and down. Feeling a bit more self conscious about who he was hit him like a truck with the way her eyes shined. The glossy orbs analyzed his massive form, he watched as her eyes lingered at his feet, to his waist, to his bulging biceps then landing to eye him. Shifting his weight he started to ease back into the shadows but before he took a step her arm shot out. Her sudden movement stopped them both, their eyes locked as fingertips brushed, her eyes blown wider and her face became more flushed. His heart started to beat faster.

"T-thank you, thank you!" Tears started to well up in her eyes as she made to stand but dropped back to her knees. Raphael couldn't just stand there and watch her struggle but he was hesitant to help, in case her reaction to his touching her was unwanted. Nevertheless, she was favoring her left wrist and he felt for the woman. He had just saved her from being mugged by three Purple Dragon goons and recently muggings were becoming more frequent in this area.

"C'mere," bending forward, stepping into her view and bent to her level. He made sure to get her nod of approval before gripping her slender shoulder and helping her to her feet. The petite woman checked her watch and blanched upon seeing the current time.

"Oh no…," just as the words left her mouth, a silent cry followed as she saw her phone smashed at her feet.

Raph knew that he was already staying longer than normal but the smaller woman seemed to be in a panic, and she was injured with no phone and it was already well past one in the morning.

"Do ya need ta call someone?" Holding her wrist to her chest, she nodded.

"Uh, yes um… do you—," she trailed off, unsure if what she was asking could possibly be offensive. She watched as the reptile man in front of her handed her his own phone, she was slightly surprised that it seemed to be a modified iPhone. Add it to the list of questions that she already had. Flexing the fingers in her wrist, knowing that (hopefully) it was just a sprain she dialed the number and waited for the other line to pick up. As the phone rang, leaning against the dumpster she watched the reptile to her left. She had so many questions but none of them mattered when he had done nothing but save her ass in more ways than one.

"Yes! Mrs. Cheryl, I am so sorry, there was an incident and I am running a bit late — yes, I know it's already two hours over and…" As her conversation droned on, her eyes darting from her hero to the graffiti bricks in front of her then to the rambunctious street about one-hundred yards away, she could feel his eyes on her.

He had some questions of his own but they didn't matter considering he would probably never see this woman again so what's the point? He was going to get his phone back then disappear, hopefully to bash in a few more heads before heading back home. To fill the emptiness he simply watched the small woman in front of him. He sufficed that she was probably a nurse, with the scrubs and id badge that was tucked in her pocket. She seemed to be pleading with the person on the other line and wondered what was so important that she kept apologizing for. It's not every day someone gets mugged so what the hell?

"Mrs. Cheryl, please…yes, I understand that this is the second time but I had a…" He listened, he knew he should've given her privacy but he was getting pissed off at the person she was talking to. They weren't listening to a word she was trying to say, obviously cutting her off and his blood was starting to boil. At the sound of yet another plea, he lost it.

"Yes, I—," she didn't get a chance to finish before the phone was grabbed by the large creature, his deep, gruff voice all but yelled into the receiver. She was shocked yet she couldn't help the quiet laugh that left her system. Obviously her conversation was driving him as nuts as it was herself.

"Look lady, she was just mugged. Cut her a break." She couldn't help her reaction, she wasn't expecting him to come to her aid, at least not in this way. Quickly covering her mouth to muffle her sounds she snorted in the process. She locked eyes with the large male and watched as he cracked a crooked smile her way before he started talking again. She was brought back to reality as his voice was slightly calmer, less abrasive yet still incredibly deep.

"Cheryl right? Ya, she's finishin' up a report and she'll be headed home. Ya, ya, she's right here—," he stared at the phone a few seconds before handing it back to her.

"Here ya go," he gestured with a nod of his head before releasing a huff and falling against the dumpster, building biceps and forearms locking over his chest.

"It's okay Mrs. Cheryl, yes…thank you, thank you! I will be home in about ten minutes…yes…thank you, see you soon." The phone call finally came to an end. She couldn't help the smile that was on her face as she turned, accidentally bumping into his rock solid bicep in the process.

"Heh, sorry…but thank you, you're seriously a life-saver." She wasn't sure what possessed her to do it, but she gently placed her hand on his large forearm that was braced across his chest. She could feel his thundering pulse beneath the smooth, leather-like, scaled flesh. He didn't flinch, but instead gently unfolded his arms, taking the phone and placing it back in his pocket, answering with a mumbled, "s'no problem."

The silence filled the air and she was suddenly worried about walking back home, she had another ten minute walk but knowing that this amazing individual exists, she felt a bit safer.

"So…do you have a name?"

"S'what it to ya?" Slightly taken aback, but being an ER nurse, she was used to defensive males.

"Because I'd like to properly thank you for saving my life…" She shrugged, the blood in her wrist started to throb so she brought it back up to clutch to her chest.

"Do ya need'a lift?" He inwardly cursed himself. Why'd I just ask that? He should be back on that roof a mile away by now. He shouldn't have stayed this long and if 'ol Fearless knew, the guy would probably have a hernia.

"Uh, I wouldn't mind a lift but how—," trailing off she glanced to the rooftops, that's where he came down from, "Oh… by roof?"

He simply nodded before shrugging off the dumpster, standing to his full height she was blown away by his shear mass. He had to be at least six foot, seven inches and was all muscle and shell. Dropping her eyes, she locked with his golden ambers and a feeling of safety washed over her.

"Yer smart…not afraid of heights are ya?" His attempt at conversing was hindered by the fact she could sense his nerves and anxiety spike with the shifting of his weight from foot to foot.

"No," she wasn't sure why she said that, she's never been on top of a New York Roof before and the closest she's come to heights would be the elevator at work but that doesn't count right?

"I gotta carry ya though," his shoulders straightened as his voice dropped to an even deeper octave, as if he was giving her time to back out if she was feeling uncomfortable.

"Okay…I trust you," at those words he gave her a brief look of incredulousness before his face became unreadable and he stepped closer. He stooped to her level, his arms stretched out as if he was slowly approaching an injured animal (which in this case, he technically was,) but made no move to touch her. Considerate and endearing, refreshing, she thought before nodding her head, lifting her uninjured arm to tuck into the space between his neck and shell. His large arms lifted her as if she weighed nothing before he made his way deeper into the alley. As he took the first step into the darkened alley he could feel her heart rate pick up.

"Ladder is ova' here," he tried to reassure her, which seemed to work as the arm around his neck squeezed the tense flesh of his opposite shoulder in understanding.

Raphael welcomed the silence as he made it to the New York rooftops.

"Where am I takin' ya?"

"Oh, um the apartments on 53rd and Bentley." That was a rough part of town. He didn't like the idea of her living in that area but who was he to judge, he lived rent free in a sewer. The trek was easy enough, the only sounds she made were uncertain gasps as he'd jump between rooftops. He quickly found out that she wasn't a fan of heights, a fact she told him, that she just found out about tonight. He chuckled and shook his head, asking her what she was thinking to which she retorted with a snarky comment about how she didn't know turtles could jump. That broke open the flood gates as they both carried on, asking questions and egging each other over small likes and dislikes. The woman was smart and funny, and once the ice was broken, conversation was easy and before she knew it, they were on the roof right across from her building. The descent to the alley was the least enjoyable part of the entire trip and when he made a comment about her looking green, she shocked them both by saying,

"I've always thought green looked good on me." She shattered the awkward air with a wink before nudging his arm. He liked her, she was funny and didn't seem to mind the fact he was a tall, green, mutant turtle, ninja machine.

As he set her back on her feet his chuckle was brought to an abrupt halt, his hands never had the chance to leave her body before he sensed someone was near. Reacting on instinct, he pulled her with him back into the shadows, covering her body entirely as he was on high alert. He watched as a drunk stumbled, vomited and then limped back to where he came from. Admitting there was no real danger, Raphael became aware of the small woman he had tucked into his body. Turning his head back, his tongue felt like lead. Her gorgeous eyes were blown, the surrounding neon dancing in her eyes. Her breath was coming in quick, short gasps. He hadn't realized their current position due to being completely focused on any danger the old drunk could've intended. Raph had her pushed up against the brick of her building, her left arm still clutched to her chest that was rising and falling rapidly against him. He also hadn't realized where his hands had landed, one gripped her waist while the other was braced against the brick to the left of her face. His fingers burned as they gripped the flesh of her hip where her scrub top lifted in the shuffle. Raph needed to back away, give her space, say goodbye and then disappear from her life. But…He started to panic.

She felt like she couldn't breath, this large turtle-man had reacted and pressed her up against the wall. She didn't quite understand until she watched as his golden eyes never left a drunk man that entered the alleyway. Quickly understanding she turned back to him and was met with a wall of armor, his strong neck flexed above her, his three-fingered hand gripped her side. She couldn't help the sudden rush of need that flooded her system. It had been so long and she couldn't deny her growing attraction towards the mutant turtle in front of her. She felt her thighs clench at the thought of his strength and wondered what he was capable of. Biting her lip she cursed herself, no, no you can't afford to think like that. You have Jamie to think about… But be damned, as soon as he turned his gaze back on her, her heart rate spiked, thighs clenched again and she could feel her face flush. Eyes locked, she could sense his emotions, feel his nerves and see his anxiety. She felt like he was about to bolt and she didn't want him to leave just yet, Mrs. Cheryl was still watching Jamie, they could wait a few more minutes. Her left hand slowly lifted, connecting with the incredibly soft skin of his hip, it was the closest piece of skin she could reach in the tight space between them. Y/n watched as his eyes widened at the contact but he did not move. He felt her fingers ignite and then trace a trail up from his hip to the lip of his plastron. He couldn't believe that he was allowing this but all he could hear were Mikey's words from earlier, 'yo, we are just all touch starved dude!' Referring to when Leo got on Mikey for being greedy with April's hugs and touches. Raphael started to understand exactly what Mikey was talking about. But as her fingers continued their journey, landing against his cheek, brushing soft lines into his textured skin he felt like he was melting. How could this stranger have this effect on him? His panic only increased as his inner monologue repeated too close, too close, run, too close.

"Um," they both said in unison, their gazes dropped and he was sad to lose the warmth of her fingers on his face.

"I shou—," he started as he pushed away from her, gathering more distance between them. He watched as she took a deep breath before focusing on his retreating form.

"What do you call yourself?" She asked, praying that he didn't take the question as offensive and rude. He stood in silence as he regarded her, she felt jittery under his gaze. The heat from earlier returned, bleeding into her stomach and lower.

"Raphael." He shouldn't be doing this.

"Y/n…nice to meet you,"

"Lil late for introductions huh?" He teased as he looked at her outstretched hand before shaking it as gently as he could. She wanted to sass back and say something along the lines of "well who's fault is that?" But she decided to take the high road and be nice to the man who has helped her more in one night than anyone in her entire life had.

"Never too late… are you hungry?" She asked, "I'm on the 7th floor, the last window there, with the fire escape…" She pointed towards the window in question, hoping that he'd consider sticking around a little longer.

"I need—,"

"I can order pizza from Anita's down the street, I know the owner, it could be here in ten…" She knew he probably thought of her as a crazy lady but she wasn't ready to say goodbye yet.

He knew his brother's wouldn't check on him just yet. He was supposed to be blowing off steam and his brothers, mainly Leo would be expecting him back anytime now, but…fuck it.

"I could eat," he liked her smile, her plump lips pulled at the edges, her eyes creased as her body seemed to vibrate.

"Great! Give me ten minutes and I'll let you in," she rushed past him and up the stairs leading to her apartment building. Raphael couldn't fake the smile that spread across his face before he made his way to the roof. It'd be quicker to come down to her fire escape then to scale it.

"I am sorry about earlier but you know how much I hate missing my shows," Mrs. Cheryl, the old-bitty, eyed the petite nurse up and down as she rummaged through the back closet.

"Yes I know and I am sorry. I appreciate you staying with Jamie, this won't happen again."

"Don't make promises you may not be able to keep girl," the old woman crooked her bony finger in Y/n direction. Despite the truth of that statement Y/n wondered if Mrs. Cheryl was always a killjoy. But she digresses, she was eternally grateful for the help that she has needed more so recently.

"Okay, okay— here. Thank you again," Y/n handed Cheryl the check before all but shoving the old woman out her door. Short goodbyes were exchanged before y/n found herself leaning back against her closed apartment door. What a day…That was an understatement of the century.

Y/n crept down the hall before creaking open the door to see Jamie sleeping peacefully in his paw patrol bed sheets. Safe and sound. A small smile graced her lips as she eased his door closed before quietly creeping back toward her room to change out of her scrubs. Double checking the clock, she exited her room and walked towards the balcony door that led to the fire escape. Leaning out she called,

"Raphael…psst, Raph you there?" When she was met with silence she was sad but tried again, "C'mon Big Red…"

"Big Red?"

Y/n jumped with a gasp when Raph dropped from above and landed softly on the metal rail of the balcony, his arm suspended above her to brace himself against the brick. Hitting his bicep she scolded him, "get in here so I can order pizza." She giggled before retreating back into her cool apartment. Raphael eyed her, she changed into a pair of black shorts, an old Metallica t-shirt, toes painted black and stuffed into a pair of fuzzy red slippers. Raphael suddenly became more aware of the curvy woman in front of him, he knew she was pretty but seeing her like this, relaxed and in her zone, she was very, very hot. Inwardly scolding himself, damn he was starting to sound like Mikey. Numbskull.

"Make yourself at home Red," she walked towards her small kitchen before leaning across the island, her calves flexing the shirt riding up with her stretch. His eyes never left her, drowning in her persona which he felt ashamed at how quickly his thoughts turned dark as she retrieved a phone before turning back towards him, leaning against the counter.

"Pepperoni okay?"

"That'll work," He answered, staring at her overly small couch and overly large recliner to his left. Taking in her surroundings he wasn't sure how someone could live in such a small space but who was he to talk? He had the entire New York sewer system, but no matter how many alcoves and tunnels, the place still felt suffocating.

"Go ahead," she followed his eyes and nodded for him to sit in the recliner. But before he sat she interrupted,

"Red, could you remove your uh…forks? I'd prefer my furniture to not be stabbed," y/n laughed as she watched Raph's eye twitch at her calling his weapons 'forks.'

"They're Sai, not 'forks'," she couldn't help the giggle as she watched him do air quotes when he said the word forks as if that word was the bane of his existence. She meant to dial Anita's number but was distracted watching the big brute in front of her. How could someone so large be so gentle? Watching as he removed his utility belt and the care he took with his weapons was mesmerizing. He set the belt down best him as if he was ready to attack at any sign of danger. She swore that if she hadn't watched him she would have believed he was never there, he was so quiet. The skill that he must possess to be so soundless astounded her. Y/n wanted to know more about him, ask all the questions and really get to know him. He was fascinating. So lost in her thoughts she hadn't realized that he was calling her name until a whistle broke her from her thoughts. Blushing profusely, she dipped and dialed the number and ordered two large pepperoni pizzas and a side of barbecue wings. She set the phone back down into its holder but felt her wrist hit against the edge of the counter top, hissing quietly as the jolt of pain went up her arm.

"Ya got a med kit?" Surprised at how close he sounded she looked up to see him about three feet from her.

"Uh, yeah…are you hurt?"

"No, but you are." His eyes flicked to the wrist that she held to her chest. Wow, he's observant. She all but eye-rolled before she stopped herself, he was just trying to help.

"Get the kit, I'll wrap it for ya." If it was anyone else she would have told them off, she was an ER nurse for god's sake but…it was kind of nice being waited on for once. She decided to take advantage and bask in the attention.

"Sure you know how?" She teased, knowing that by his multiple scars and his ability to kick criminals asses, he's probably gotten a few cuts and scrapes here and there.

"Hah, yer funny, but ya, I know how," he drawled before turning to sit on a stool, crossing his arms over his burly chest and giving her a look that, in different circumstances, was sure to turn her into absolute goo.

After retrieving the kit, and a small brace she forgot she owned, she headed back towards the kitchen. He did know how to wrap a wrist, and what surprised her was how gentle he was being. His touch was feather lite and caused no discomfort, she could see the calluses on his hands. Sitting so close beside him was driving her mad, he smelled of leather, earth and a musk that must have been all him. It was anything but unpleasant, she felt so relaxed in his arms and was sad with how quickly he was able to fix her up. She

Y/n made her way to sit on the couch cushion closest to Raphael, feeling safer the closer she was. They had flipped through the channels until they landed on an old UFC match when she saw Raph's interest peak. He saved her life, she could handle watching some cage fighting with him. The minutes passed as they bantered back and forth, she was quickly getting sucked more into each round of the fight. They fed off of each other's excitement, even more so once the pizza had arrived. Y/n quickly realized that she hasn't had this much fun with anyone in a really, really long time. She was so focused on raising Jamie that she hadn't realized she forgot that there was more than being a mom. Speaking of which…

"Mommy…" a tired voice broke through the ruckus and Raphael instantly froze. A kid? He slowly shifted before diving back towards the fire escape. Y/n watched Raph's reaction and prayed that he hadn't actually left and just hid outside.

"Yes baby?"

"I'm thusty," Jamie rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he clutched his blankie to his chest.

"You know if you drink this late you may pee the bed," Y/n teased as she pushed up from the couch. Worried about Raphael's reaction but she could deal with that later. She made her way to the kitchen, lightly patting his head before she heard his tiny pats of his feet follow her.

"Nuh-uh! I'm a Big KiD!" His adorable whine, mixed with sleep, was one of her favorite sounds. Absolutely endearing and innocent, so full of life and she would never trade him for anything.

"Haha, yes you are darling," Y/n petted Jamie's head before she handed him his PawPatrol cup. He swore that drinks tasted weird in all the other cups. Once he finished his small cup she held his hand and helped him back to bed, tucking him so he was all snuggly-wuggly. Kissing his forehead she barely made it back to his bedroom door before she heard his soft snores fill the room.

Y/n made her way back towards the living area when she noticed that Raphael was back, his form slick with rain, utility belt back in place and his red mask stuck to his skin as if it was painted on. The look in his eyes was unreadable so why did she feel so many emotions coming from him?

"You got a kid." His voice was rough and body tense.

"Yes." Y/n felt the mood shift with his words, he was uncertain where this conversation was going. She didn't want to think about regretting the decision of bringing him here but the thought still snuck its way in and clouded her brain. He was a stranger after all. She didn't know him, only knew his name (if it was his real name) and that he was a large, Sai yielding, mutant turtle. Y/n noticed that he was dripping water all over her floorboards and turned to grab a towel out of the closet to her left before tossing it at him. He took it without a word and began to soak the water off his skin. It was silent for a few seconds as she took in the way his muscles seemed to coil and twist with each swipe of the towel. Thank god she only bought bath sheets or else she wasn't sure if he'd be able to reach around his massive shell.

"The dad?" Raphael's weight shifted between each leg as he finished his ministrations. His entire form screamed 'high alert,' his eyes skimmed the surroundings as if he were committing them to memory. The towel slung over his shoulders, his hands gripping each end. I bet he's one hell of a towel-snapper.

"Gone. Along with his real mom." It was tough and she hadn't expected this so soon but through the years of having Jamie, Y/n was tired of the assumptions. Despite not knowing this being, Y/n felt like she needed Raphael to understand, she hasn't felt more like herself like she has tonight in a very long time. It was all thanks to the man in front of her and god dammit, she was going to be selfish. Finalizing her decision she decided to give him an answer that would clear the air. She usually tried to hide her blunt retorts at work but after a twelve hour shift and the attempted mugging, she was exhausted.

"What—," She didn't give him a chance to finish before she dropped into the deep set couch, her frame easily swallowed by the cushion. Y/n began to tell Raphael the story of her and Jamie.

"I was his godmother, but when his biological mom, my best friend Sara, and dad, Justin, died in a car wreck I was given temporary custody of Jamie. He was only a year old and doesn't remember his parents but I do my best to make sure he knows how great they were…Sara's dad was in jail at the time for a felony and Justin's parents didn't like Sara and never met their own grandson. Sara wrote up a will when Jamie was born and added that if anything were to happen to her and Justin, she wanted me to raise him. Fast forward four years, here I am a mom to an adorable five year old named Jamie who I'd do anything for. I understand that we have just met and I honestly don't owe you an explanation but I like you and despite being mugged, I've felt more like myself with you then I have in over four years. So…Thank you."

Y/n knew that it was a lot to digest but something about saying it out loud, lifted an invisible weight off her shoulders that she hadn't realized she was carrying. Y/n knew that Sara would be proud of her, she knew she didn't always get it right but she always tried her best and would give her life for lil' Jamie. With a deep breath and even deeper release, Y/n looked back up at where the large mutant turtle stood. She worried that she confessed her feelings way too soon but it was the truth but honesty was the best policy…right? He was silent, if she hadn't been looking at him she would have thought he had left already.

"Y/n," her head whipped up again, the way each syllable left his lips sent a shiver down her spine and heat, again, pooled deep within her belly. Ugh, it has been too long since… Y/n couldn't even finish her thought as Raphael began to speak.

"You're a good person…" His head was downcast and his words were mumbled into his chest but she heard every word, feeling relieved and giddy over his response.

"A compliment? I'm flattered," Y/n teased, she wasn't sure how to take his compliment but there was something in the way that he said that gave her butterflies. He set an ornery gaze on her before he looked towards her kitchen then pulled out his phone. With a heavy sigh, she knew, they both did. It was time for goodbyes. Handing her back the wet towel he said,

"It's late—," He knew, they both knew, but he knew what he was doing. Stalling. He wasn't ready to say goodbye just yet but he would never admit it. This woman had been welcoming, caring, honest and one hell of a fun person to watch UFC fights with. This was not how he pictured his night out would go and if he was honest…he loved every second of it. But, this is Raphael, he'll never admit, to anyone, that he was enamored by the beauty he saved tonight. Despite only knowing her for a few hours, he was contemplating getting lost in her friendship, doing what he needed to keep her in his life. Because when she said, 'I've felt more like myself with you then I have in over four years,' yeah…he felt that shit, swam in it and then drowned with the truth. It was the same for him.

"Yeah, I guess it is," she stood with a yawn, her arms stretching up above her head and he couldn't help but follow the hem that rose to show the exposed flesh of her belly. Was that a belly ring? Shaking his head, he made his way towards the fire escape and sensed she was right behind him. He stopped when he stood out on the slick, rusted landing as she gripped the door frame. He wanted to believe that she was giving him a look, but that wasn't possible. Oh, if only he knew the truth. Y/n was most definitely giving him a look, because how can someone so unique look so god damn sexy in the moonlit rain.

"I'd like to see you again…if you'd like to see me…" Y/n was feeling jittery again, butterflies fluttered in her belly. It had been so long since she talked with someone who she connected with or was attracted too. She internally groaned and racked it up to being a sexually frustrated twenty-six year old who was incredibly grateful to the man who saved her life more than once tonight.

"Yeah…I would," Way to go moron, can ya sound any more desperate? She probably just pity's you… His torrential, negative thoughts spiral until he feels pressure against his chest.

"Um, can I give you my number?" Y/n facepalmed, gawd! She felt like a school girl virgin confessing her crush. She watched as Raphael hesitated before handing her his phone and then she heard him say,

"Your phone is broke."

"I have two numbers. I have the home phone and I will pick up another phone tomorrow during my lunch break." Her thumbs raced over the keypad and he watched as she selected which number was her cell and which one was her home phone. He never thought that people would have more than one phone but he could see how it was useful.

"Here ya go, don't be a stranger," he liked the way she laughed, it was deeper than April's and it made something in his belly tingle. Ugh that was cheesy you fucking cheeseball.

Once the phone was back in his grasp and deposited into his pocket, she lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as best as she could despite the height difference. Her arms locked, hands grasping at elbows to hold him as close as she could. She had done so well but she felt overly emotional about saying goodbye to him. A single tear dropped down her face and seeped into the sensitive flesh of the drip between his neck and shoulder. He felt everything all at once. The way her body pressed against his, her jaw flexing as she ground her teeth together to stop from crying (he knows that move a bit more than he'd like to admit.) If she was anything like him, she'd probably just blame it on the rain but he knew better. One of her bright red slippers fell off mid lunge as she suctioned to his body. He didn't know what to do, so he took his younger brother's advice and 'go with the flow my bro!' Wrapping his arms around her tight, he was going to welcome any touch she allowed. She squeezed him tighter and he felt a smile spread across her face, the simple move helped him relax into her embrace. The faint smell of her strawberry shampoo and a deeper scent that was just her drowned his senses. He could feel how soft she was and he was scared with how much he didn't want to let her go but as it started to rain harder, he knew he didn't belong with her. It was the cold, hard truth. This wasn't real, she wasn't his and taking advantage of her kindness was not how his father had raised him. He needed space put between them but he felt her whole body shudder again. That's enough, set her down and go before you do something stupid. He growled to himself but she must have sensed his discomfort because her body shifted. He let her go, setting her back down yet her skin never left his. Her fingers fell from his shoulders, caressed his bicep, over the dip of his elbow and trailed over the muscles in his forearm before stopping to hold one large finger of his three-pronged hand. That touch alone was embedded into his skin forever. He'd never forget the feeling for years to come and he knew he was irrevocably fucked.

"Goodnight Raphael," Her e/c sparkled, her cheeks flush as she craned to look up at him. He was at least 6'6" which was overwhelming to her 5'3" frame.

"G'night Y/n." She watched as he scaled the side of her building, her eyes never leaving until he disappeared onto her rooftop. Something kept her there on the rail looking up despite the rain and she was so thankful that she did. She suddenly watched as a black shadow jumped, twisted and rolled onto the neighboring rooftop above her. As his form disappeared she swore she heard a loud holler that downed out the street noise. Laughing at his adorable antics, she fell back into her apartment, muffled laughter filled her as she closed the balcony door and drew the curtains. She never dreamed about being so thankful for being mugged in the creepy alley's of New York City.