A/N: Trigger Warning: Talking about sexual abuse, domestic abuse, drugs and more. Please proceed with caution.
The night continued with laughter and love. We played countless games, sang karaoke, and Space Jam played on the tv in the background. Everything was going swimmingly, until Mikey, who was about 6 bottles deep, yelled, "let's play truth or dare!"
"I don't know Mike, it's getting kinda late man." Moaned Casey as he was barely awake, clutching his bottle to his chest and snuggled deeper into his chair.
Leo placed a gentle hand on Mikey's shoulder. "We need to be heading back."
"Aww I don't wanna leave!"
"We can do this again sometime Mikey, but I think we all need to get some decent sleep." April said as she leaned against the back of Donnie's seat.
"But Cass just got back!" Mikey whined, crawling over to where Cass was standing, hugging her leg like a small child. Mikey looked up at her with those baby blues that could melt the coldest of hearts.
"Aww sweetheart, I'll be down tomorrow, I promise." She said while patting his head. He made a purring sound and nuzzled her leg. He reminded her of a cat in that instance.
Raph nudged Mikey and helped him up, "Let's move." Leo said, as he grabbed hold of the curtain, moving it aside to help Raph get Mikey through the window.
"See you tomorrow Cass, thanks again April."
"What am I? Chopped liver?" Casey groaned as he tried to stand but gave up quickly. Leo and Donnie corralled Mikey as they made their way below, sneaking through the back alley to the closest sewer access.
As I hugged April goodnight, planning on meeting Saturday for a girls day, we heard Raph re-enter back through the window.
"Cass, I'm taking you home." A grin spread across her face, April nudged her side, a question among her face. She always had a good sense when it came to these things. "I'll tell you later." Cassidy whispered, winking as she made her way towards Raph.
"You better" April mouthed, with a smile on her face.
"Let's go Case!" April said, slapping Casey on the chest, "or I'm going to leave you here." Casey groaned but got up and started to follow April back to their room.
Raph picked Cass up, bridal style, as soon as they were on the fire escape. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, they locked eyes then. She made up her mind that tonight…she didn't want to be alone.
"Raph…" She whispered, getting nervous. Scared to ask him about what she wanted.
"Ya?" He asked, as he maneuvered his way up the side of the building to the roof. The opposite direction that Cassidy wanted to go. She glanced towards the pavement and made up her mind.
"Can I stay with you?"
He froze. Raphael Hamato almost slipped! He was reading to grip the side of the fire escape and the sexy brunette in his grasp destroyed his resolve. His beautiful distraction. She gasped as she felt him lose his hold.
He dropped down, holding onto the metal rail just below the edge of the rooftop. He looked down at her incredulously.
"What?" His eyes burning straight through her, his grip tightening.
"Can I? I don't want to be alone…" She started to backtrack due to his silence. "If not that's okay I…"
"Hold on," was all he said, making his way down towards the darkened alley. Once their feet hit solid ground, Raph's shadow covered her like a protective blanket. He needed to kiss her again, make sure that this was actually reality and not one of his dreams. It started out rushed, he crushed his lips to hers, feeling their teeth clank together he backed off a little, but not enough to lose the burning feeling that encased them again. His dreams were never this good, her body was so warm and molded so easily to his hardened exterior. He pushed her back until she was once again pressed against the brick. He wanted to hear his name again. Breathless against his lips. Her sweet honey bourbon mouth, fuck this girl would be the death of him. And he'd welcome death as an old friend in that moment.
"Mmm Ra…"
"Full name…say it," He grunted as she felt his hips push into hers, his hands everywhere, her face, her thighs, her belly. Moaning against him, his name rolled from her tongue, dripping in honey.
"Raphael." His fingertips grazed the dip of her hip just above her plump ass. He's dreamed of all the things he'd like to do to that ass. He hiked her right thigh up, his thumb pushing to caress the skin exposed by her ripped jeans. The feel of his callused hands on her skin set every place he touched her ablaze. Her hand grasped at the straps on his chest again, pushing herself higher, trying to gain dominance as he plowed his hips into her once again. Her tongue traced his top lip, the second it slicked across the scar there a deep vibration was heard. Cassidy had never heard a sound like that before. He disconnected their lips as he pushed them away from the wall before he allowed her to slide deliciously down his body until her feet touched the ground. Resting his forehead against hers, their breaths mingled in a single, cool, cloud.
Catching his eye, Cassidy's pulse quickened, the heat plummeting deep in her gut. Without saying a word, Raph grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together. It took a few tries but they found their preferred fit. Glancing down, Cassidy observed their differences and despite those differences, this felt perfect, like two puzzle pieces merged together. Her fingers resembled the "spock" hand signal. She remembers the first time they accidentally held hands, it was completely by accident. They were watching scary movies with Mikey, all of them jammed onto the couch in the den. During an intense score, Mikey jumped, spooking her and out of reflex, she grasped Raph's hand. She'll never forget Raph's face tingling a deeper shade of green. Mikey made fun of him, running through the lair, until Raph got ahold of him. The rest of the night went pretty easy after that.
They walked towards the manhole cover that led to the lair. Sticking to the shadows, not a single word between them, only a comfortable silence.
After helping her down into the sewer and moving the manhole cover back into place, he finally spoke.
"Are you sure?" He asked, squeezing her hand, referring to staying with him.
"Yes." She confirmed confidently. "But…" he looked at her and finished her thought. "Leo," he stated, "and Master Splinter," She finished.
Raph shrugged, "I'll ask for forgiveness, I don't think dad will mind. I can handle a few hours in the Hashi."
"Raph are you…" Cassidy wasn't too sure, since she was back and with how things have progressed with Big Red, she didn't want to lose him to 12+ hours in the Hashi. She was going to be selfish with the time she had with him.
"Can't change my mind Cass. Ya're staying." Showing her that side smile before he swept her off her feet.
"Goin' stealth," he said as they neared the entrance to the layer. Creeping inside, all was dark, everyone must be in bed, it was probably close to four in the morning by now. Raph guided her swiftly through the living room, making their way to his door when they heard the crinkle of a chip bag. Frozen, they glanced over to see Mikey. Munching on a bag of chips, staring at his opened bedroom door. From what Cases could guess, he was sleep walking. From two doors down, Raph slowly opened his door and set her down inside before heading back to Mikey.
Even though she's been in his room before, this felt different. Not wanting to lose her nerve, I shimmied out of her jacket, laying it over the beanbag chair in the corner. Without thinking, she snuck her arms back through her shirt, removing the straps of her bra, opening the clasps, letting it fall. Pulling the bra out from underneath her shirt, she set it under her jacket, hopefully avoiding any embarrassment. She now stood braless, in his chilled room.
*cough, cough*
Gasping, she whipped around, only to see Raphael leaning against his door frame.
"Didn't realize I was missing a show." He smirked, a toothpick was once again captured between his lips, he twirled the small stick with his tongue as his smirk turned to an ornery grin.
"Oh Raphie," She teased, sashaying her hips, and pushing her chest out slightly as she walked up to him. "You'd be sitting if I was giving you a show." She finished, hiding her shock of her words, he gave her confidence by the way he eyed her as she now stood in front of him. She gripped the lip of his plastron, reaching up on tip-toes as she placed a chaste kiss against the edge of his mouth. She heard him gulp and knew that she had won that round. Leaning back down, she grinned up at him, looking all sweet and innocent, her hands clasping behind her back.
"Oh babygirl, what I wouldn't do to see your little show." He continued, plucking the toothpick from his lips, taking the last step towards her so their chests were near touching. If she breathed any deeper, her nipples would rub delectably against his plates. She wondered if he'd be able to feel her pert nipples press against his chest. Feeling rather, exuberant, her arms circled around his neck, forcing her large breasts to push into him.
"Oh really, Big Guy?" He was lost in her dark hazel eyes, he felt her body heat, the way her tits pressed against him made his shell tighten. Yup, KO'd, death before debauchery. It took everything in his will power not to have his eyes roll to the back of his head before he lost all control and had his way with her.
"Mmhmm," a groan broke from his lips, his eyes flicked down, loving the way her thin sweatshirt made her tits look all the more tantalizing.
"Promise." He spoke a big game for a guy with zero experience. That's what he did though, essentially fake it till ya make it right?
"Gotta earn it Red -" she unwrapped her arms from his shoulders, her petite hands grasping his mask tails instead, toying with the worn fabric between her fingers. "-but not tonight, I'm exhausted." She gave him a shy smile as she stepped away from him completely. She immediately wrapped her arms around herself, unconsciously pushing her boobs together which only drove him close and closer to the edge.
"Yeah, same… I got some clothes in the middle drawer if ya want." He nodded towards the dresser on the other side of the room. He turned to grab the towel that hung on the back of his bedroom door.
"I gotta shower, I smell like beer and Mikey's corn chips." Was the last thing he said as he turned and closed the door behind him.
Inhale. Exhale. Why was she so Nervous!?
She twisted and walked towards the dresser, checking the middle drawer and grabbed a black pair of basketball shorts and an old Knicks jersey that was stuffed in the back. Clearly from his younger years because there was no way the behemoth was going to fit in an xl jersey. She unzipped and wiggled out of her tight skinnies before cinching the black shorts tightly around her waist, having to tie the drawstring to keep them from falling around her feet. The jersey was next, she almost debated on finding a different top. The jersey fit her well…a little too well. Her larger breast pulled it tight at her chest, side boob peeped out the sides, her belly looked more prominent than ever. She was feeling very self conscious, and decided to put the jersey back and grab a different t-shirt. She lifted the jersey up and over her shoulders when Raph's bedroom door opened.
"I forgot my…" Raph lifted his head, locking eyes with the hazel eyed beauty across from him. The curvy brunette only wore a pair of his black shorts and nothing on top. Even though her back was turned, her arms across her chest he could see the plump outline of her breasts. Her neck craned to make eye contact with him as he watched a deep red blush grow up from her neck. He was about to turn away when he saw an inconsistency on the left side of her back.
"I…uh…" Cassidy wasn't sure what to say, she just wanted the floor to swallow her up. Her arms gripped her chest tighter, wishing she was skinnier and more physically appealing. She was suddenly brought back to reality when a feather light touch was on her back, tracing the scars that littered along her left side.
"Who did this to you." He growled, tracing the puffy scars, they ranged in color, the deeper gashes held a purple hue, while the more faint ones were tinged pink.
"Um…From…when I was little…damn, um…it's still hard to talk about…" Hearing the intensity of his growl that was paired with his feather light touches was too much. Cassidy was overstimulated and her anxiety was skyrocketing.
"Cassidy…The person that did this to you, is gone right?"
"Gone?" Her brows knitted together, what was he talking about?"
"Dead." He deadpanned. She twisted to make eye contact, his amber eyes were glowing with such an intensity she ignited something within her.
"No…well I guess yeah. They all went to prison, and out of those, I know one was killed in a prison riot." She whispered, turning to have her back completely turned to him again, feeling a cool chill run across her shoulder.
"They…how many Cassidy?" He sounded so pained and frustrated.
"Raph…please."
"How many."
"Six, I was twelve. I was picked up from school and drugged. I woke up a few times and I was knocked out or drugged again. I later found out my mom offered me a payment to get her fix." Cassidy rambled so quickly she didn't take a breath. She didn't want to relive it but she wasn't going to keep anything from Raphael. She didn't want any miscommunication between them.
"I'm going to kill them." Raphael let out a guttural scream. She felt his hands flex and form into fists from their close proximity.
"Raph, they are all dead or behind bars. They will get theirs, karma will catch up with them."
"Cass…Baby…they hurt you. They touched you -"
"Yes Raph, my innocence was stolen when I was only six years old. I lived with that type of treatment until I was thirteen years old. It hasn't been easy but I have made a lot of progress. I am stronger now and I know who I am…"
"…" It was silent, the room seemed to have gotten smaller, Raphael stood, unmoving, staring at the scars that littered her back. She stepped forward and grabbed a shirt from the drawer, before she even asked, Raphael turned around to give her some privacy. Shucking the shirt over her shoulders, she then turned to see Raphael's shell. His shell was covered in scars, scrapes, paint, and duct tape. Cassidy hasn't fully touched his shell since that time she did and he blew up on her. She hesitated, and ran her hand along the scutes on the edge of his shell. Despite how rough they looked, they were very smooth with various raised textures.
"We match." Cassidy whispered, tracing all of his scrapes with her delicate fingers. Her eyes went sad then, she didn't like the thought that he's been hurt or taken advantage of. With that realization, she couldn't fault Raph for feeling protective over her. At that thought, she wrapped her arms around his shell, giving him a hug, wanting to show him that everything will be okay and that she really cares for him.
The minute that he felt her delicate touch on his shell, he relaxed and gave a sigh of relief. His mind was coming up with every way he'd rip those demons apart for laying a hand on her. No one will ever hurt her like that again. Twisting in her grasp, he wrapped his arms around her. He couldn't tell who was shaking more, him from his murderous thoughts or her from reliving her past. Either way, he knew that he'd protect her with all that he was. After an uncertain amount of time, Raph cleared his throat and took a step back, untangling himself.
"I really need that shower, um I'll grab you more blankets and I'll take the couch." Raph grabbed what he forgot the first time before, with one last glance, he made his way out the door, but as he grabbed the door to close it, Cassidy said, "Can you stay with me? I don't want to be alone." How could he refuse her?
"Ya, get comfortable, I'll be right back." He said before completely closing his bedroom door.
Today has been filled with so much emotion, and now that Cass is by herself, it's all hitting her at once. Laying back against his stack of mattresses and piles of pillows, she realized how exhausted she was. She must have dozed off when she felt a nudge on her shoulder.
"Cass, scoot over" Raph's rough voice whispered at the side of her head, his hand gently splayed against her hip as he attempted to roll her over.
"Mmhmm," She didn't even bother to open her eyes as she stopped relenting and rolled closer to the wall, giving him more space. Her eyes fluttered open as she felt something hard brush across her back. Twisting, she noticed that he had his shell to her, was. His futile attempt was not accepted. She threw an arm around him, clutching at his elbow as she cradled his shell against her. Wanting to feel close to him, her hand dipped and began to trace the space between his carapace and plastron.
She could hear him grumbling, then the bed shifted.
"Cass -" He groaned, shifting to face her, his bulging biceps wrapping around her midriff.
"Did you think you'd actually get away with not cuddling me? She joked while still being half asleep she once again wrapped her arm around him, pulling him closer by his mask tails. He smelled of fresh rain, cinnamon and his unique musky scent.
"Didn't wanna risk wakin' ya." He grumbled as he adjusted so his arm supported her head, his other tightened, draped across her belly. She instantly became self-conscious as he kneaded her flesh.
Feeling brave, and an unyielding need to feel close. Cassidy's lips grazed his neck, feeling his textured pulse, dull beneath her lips.
Feeling him hum under her, pulling back only to be met by his dark amber eyes.
She felt her pulse quicken, only to travel down low in her stomach. His fingers flexed along her belly again. She traveled her hands up his chest. She may not be able to see him in the dark room but she could sense him inching closer, her heartbeat constricting her throat.
He inches closer, kissing her forehead.
"Ya need to sleep Cass…"
"Hmm" She sighed, lifting to kiss his cheek, cuddling into him again. His warmth lulled her into a dreamless sleep. The first restful sleep she's had in two weeks.
