April 18, 2008
I couldn't handle it anymore, I couldn't stay in the tower and keep sleeping in it. I didn't like always looking over my shoulder. I've done it for a long time, but I never had to do it constantly. It was more of a split decision than anything. I was wondering about the bottom floor of the tower, where any outside dealings with large companies happened. I was dressed in my silver suit, and none of the representatives of the companies looked at me twice. I slipped past them with incredible ease, and I stood in front of the door to the outside. I was struck with an unidentified need, and my legs moved before my brain processed it. I was in an alley and tugging the hundred pound manhole cover before it clicked that I had moved. Instead of turning around though, I continued.
I heard the skittering of feet behind me as I ran, but I was feeling free. There might have been weapons drawn, but I knew these sewers like the back of my hand. It wasn't hard to lose my following party, and it was less trouble to find the underground house of five. After today, I was hoping to call it the house of six, but who knew how that would go down.
I walked through the home slowly, taking in its decor. It hadn't changed since I was last here, and I was left wondering if this place ever changed. It was like walking through a memory for me, and it left a bitter feeling in the back of my mouth. I'd gone through so much pain for this. I'd gone through the terror of Shredder for the simple idea of having a home. I had just thrown the idea of a safe tomorrow out the window, because I had a spur of the moment. Now who knows how the fight would go, or even if the brothers would want to fight now. I'd been gone for two months.
I walked farther into the home, breathing in the cold air that smelled faintly of sewer water. I brushed along the love seat, and looked over at their couch. There was a memory on that couch, even if I didn't remember it. I should ask if Don still had the tape, so I could watch the memory. On the couch was a turtle, curled under the blanket. He had dark green skin, and he was far more muscled than his brothers. He was larger than the couch, and he was barely keeping from falling off. I walked over the Raph, looking over him slowly. He was crudely covered in the orange blanket that was usually thrown over the couch he lay on.
He hadn't changed, just like the house. I felt relief from that, and my shoulders relaxed a little. I reached down, grabbing the edge of the blanket to pull it higher up. The blanket moved without sound, and I safely tucked it under his chin.
Raph's hand snapped up and grabbed my wrist. I jumped, looking at his now awake face. He blinked several times up at me, and he sat up. "Liza?"
"Hi," I breathed, looking over his face. It was a nice feeling to know he didn't have any fresh wounds. He looked a bit beaten, but that was probably the training. I had asked Leo to fight dirty. Or maybe it was the time the season. They were probably still in the crux of mating. Which made me wonder why Raph was out of his room.
"Are ya really here?" He asked, sitting up further. His hand on my wrist relaxed but didn't let go of me. I smiled, brushing my hair over my left eye to hide the red scar there as he looked over my face. He looked like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. That was unnerving.
"Yeah. I broke out of Shredder's place twenty minutes ago..." I answered, and trailed off as I remembered my mistake. Raph smiled though, and he pulled me down on him. I fell into his lap, gasping at the sudden change. Raph wrapped his arms around me, hugging me to him tightly.
"It's nice ta see ya." He whispered, like he didn't want to talk too loud. I heard someone in the kitchen move, and I realized he was trying not to alert them. They were probably strung up against each other. I relaxed into Raph, pressing my head into his shoulder. His cool skin eased the heat I had accumulated from running.
"I agree with you completely." I murmured, letting myself relax for the first time in months.
"Haley?" Someone asked from the kitchen. Raph dug deeper into the couch, curling me in farther. I felt a form of claustrophobia, because it was obvious Raph was trying to hide from his brothers. Was it like that last year? I had no memory of it, but I didn't think they hid from each other like this. Someone came out of the kitchen, their weight almost invisible because of their training to hide. They paused a few steps in, and sighed. "Hey Raph, did Haley come by?"
Haley last showed up a week ago, giving information on how I could wander the Shredder's Lair, about how I could walk through all 88 floors without any problem. I hadn't left a message, because I had nothing else to tell them. My life wasn't exactly fun or eventful anymore. There was no more nightly danger, no more painful training sessions. I was left to my own devices to get through healing, and Shredder was weaning me into training again without going outside. It had been going well, and Shredder was starting to look at me with that appraising gleam again.
"No." Raph shouted back. He sounded a little strained, and his brother paused. I could feel hesitance between the two of them. "It wasn't her."
"Did you leave?" Leo asked accusingly, circling the couch. He paused the second he saw me, and his breath left him in a whoosh. I smiled, waving from where I was in Raph's arms. Leo didn't react for several seconds, and then he said, "Hey... Liza."
"Hey Leo," I muttered, tapping Raph's chest. His arms relaxed like I burned him, and I sat up. Leo looked over at Raph, and I could see them tensing. "Long time no see."
"Yeah. Can I call the others?" He asked. I wondered who he was asking, and looked over at Raph. He nodded, and I felt like I was treading on thin ice. Leo walked backward, heading towards the dojo to get the others. Raph relaxed a little as soon as Leo was out of his sight, and he stared at me in apology. I raised an eyebrow at him, silently asking him what just happened.
"We're all still a little strung up, close proximity with no escape and all," Raph explained sheepishly. I raised my eyebrow a little higher now, and Raph's nose crinkled in distaste.
Someone short came around the couch, and behind him were the other three brothers. It was Master Splinter, the elusive rat that was now smiling down at Raph and I. Raph relaxed at the sight of him, and I felt like I could breathe.
"Splinter," I murmured, smiling at him. I made a move to stand up and hug him, but Raph didn't let me go. Master Splinter raised a hand to wave me off, and I relaxed back into Raph.
"It's nice to see you too, Elizabeth." He murmured. I blinked at the use of my full name, and remembered that was how he did things. "As you can see, the brothers are in a bind. They are stressed, but not only because they are still figuring out their new urges. The battle with Shredder has been weighing on Leonardo, guilt on Donatello, and Raphael has missed you very much. My son Michelangelo has tried to ease his brother's torture, and has only been slightly successful."
I curled into Raph, hating myself for causing that on the brothers. They had enough to worry about without me. "Don't worry, child. Your appearance has already eased several of those problems."
"Shredder doesn't know I'm here... Or that I left at all." I whispered, looking at them. "I won't be able to leave this place."
Master Splinter's tail flicked side to side, and his ears brushed back over his head. The brothers looked over at him, wondering how to respond to my answer. It meant one thing, and we all knew that. We were going to have to make a move, and fight Shredder soon. It was probably going to have to be very soon, and the brothers thought Master Splinter would set the date.
"Elizabeth, you have put us in danger." The old master finally said. I bowed my head, releasing my breath. Raph's arms tightened around me, and he growled inaudibly against my back. Master Splinter moved closer, and placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him, his bony hand squeezing my shoulder comfortingly.
"I'm sorry Master Splinter." I apologized
"Hush, Elizabeth. We have fought this man before and survived, and we're better prepared now. We will just have to fight him sooner rather than later." He soothed quietly. My bottom lip quivered, and I felt a little worse and better at the same time, because Splinter was looking at me like I did nothing wrong. I had, but Splinter didn't look angered. I wondered how he did it, how he looked at a murderer of over a thousand people, someone who had put his sons in danger, and only smiled at her.
"Sensei," Don said, catching the old rat's attention. "When? What do I need to plan for?"
Master Splinter looked between the five of us, and his ears laid flat on his head. "Plan for a blackout tomorrow night. And find some way to get into contact with Haley."
"Tomorrow?" Leo and I asked in surprise. Splinter looked at Leo, turning away from me.
"Get sleep tonight, all of you. No training. You need to be at peak condition for this. Leonardo, your ear, please." He ordered. He stared at each of us one by one before he walked away, sliding by his sons, who towered over him now. Leo followed behind the rat, disappearing with him into his room. The remaining three turtles all shifted as soon as the rat disappeared, and tension swept over the room. I looked at the brothers, each in turn; from the downcast and guilty look of Don, the completely excited look of Mikey, and the straight face of Raph. I realized that Mikey would have hugged me, but Raph didn't let me go. Don didn't look at me, and after standing for a couple of seconds, he left for his room. Mikey ran after his older brother, asking him questions and coaxing his brother to let him into his room.
Raph's arms loosened around me after everyone disappeared, and he allowed me to slide in next to him. Raph reached over to the table, taking the remote control off the table. He probably didn't want to sleep because he just woke up, and I was content to simply sit next to him. If I got tired I could fall asleep in the crook of his arm.
Later in the night after the rest of the family had gone to sleep, Raph and I remained awake in the living room. We sat together on the couch, curled in a warm ball of closeness. I was faced with Raph, astride his legs, and nestled as comfortably as I could hope to be into his front side. Raph leaned back comfortably on the couch, and had refused to move his arms from where they had held me for the last hour. It was comforting, even though it was the night before the battle.
I didn't want to think about the battle sure to happen tomorrow. I didn't want to think about how tonight could be my last evening with any of them, or really how all of this happening was my fault. If I hadn't met Raph, hadn't been so quick to learn under Shredders teachings, hadn't done something, all of this maybe could have been avoided. Instead we were here, in our last peaceful moment, just the two of us, alone. I was clinging to the time left as much as I was actually clinging to Raphael, and it really felt like Raph was doing the same, though I didn't know who he worried more for about dying.
"Hey Raph," I said against the side of his neck. His baritone chur -more like a purr- halted in its tracks, and with the disappearance of the sound, so did the assurance it brought. I created fists at his sides, gritting my teeth for a split second.
"Yeah?" He asked, soothing my nerves with just his voice. I relaxed against him, and felt as he reached his hand up to brush my short hair. His moves were calm and slow, matched by his breathing and heart rate, and if I didn't know better I'd believe what I felt and heard. I knew reality though, and reality told that Raph was a time bomb of hormones waiting to be set off. It was not so easy for him to sit here and not touch me how I imagined he wanted to, but he did for my sake, and maybe also because he still didn't believe I stayed, to be with him. I should know, I felt the same way.
"It could be our last night together," I breathed, willing my heart not to be affected by sudden adrenaline. Raph tensed like he'd forgotten, or maybe purposely ignored, and I felt him look down at me, though I didn't look back.
"Yeah," He answered, his voice teetering on cautious.
"I don't want to regret something," I continued, and turned my head to press my mouth beside his collarbone. "And I want to know if you'll agree with me."
Raph adjusted himself into more of a sitting position and tilted his head away from me, giving me more room to kiss his neck. My lips flitted along the scales that made up part of his collarbone, and Raph's breathing hitched the same time his arms tightened around me.
"What is that?" He asked.
I breathed against his skin, adjusting my sitting position so I could brush slowly up the column of his throat, because I didn't know how to ask him. Every time I tried I felt the nerves bite my stomach and close my throat.
I made it to his jaw bone before he said anything else. Clumsily he asked, "Uh, Liza?"
I stretched back to look at him, and I moved my hands up to cup either side of his jaw. The move seemed to make him relax, and he leaned his face into my left palm. He took a slow breath through his mouth, calming the frenzy I could see in his eyes. A bubbling warmth filled my chest at the sight of him, and I leaned in to kiss his lips. His fingers tightened against my back with the pressure, and I felt him kiss back slowly, trying to hold on to his control while letting me do what I wanted. I cupped his jaw tighter, pulled him towards me harder, and pressed my lips more firmly against his.
Raph groaned quietly when I split my lips enough to brush the tip of my tongue along his upper lip, and opened his mouth eagerly to let me through and meet me with with equal intent. I felt him lift me up subtly in an attempt to hide what I had already felt. To counter his move I reached moved one of my hands from his face and down his plastron. I felt along the edges of his plates, trailing my hand slowly so at any given moment Raph could stop me. He jolted a little beneath me when my fingers touched his thigh and bounced back when I felt along his tail.
"Liza!" Raph gasped, his hips doing a weird twist, like he was trying to move back and forth at the same time. If I hadn't been aware that what I was attempting to do was a positive feeling and not a negative, I would have pulled back right then. As it was, I knew what I was doing and I repeated the move. Raph slowly rotated his hips into my hand, keeping his arms around me to keep me up. I heard his breath quicken, and his eyes closed briefly from the contact.
"Liza..." He growled quietly, a warning and a question in one. I leaned forwards and pressed my lips against the curve of his cheek, and when I moved my hand up to where I assumed the cloaca was he reached around and grabbed my wrist.
"Don't," He whispered, so soft if I hadn't already had my face next to his I wouldn't have heard him. I moved away and stared down at him, searching his eyes for truth. I bit my tongue as I tried to figure out what to say.
"I... Am sorry if I... Pushed-" I said, picking my words carefully. Raph shook his head, stopped me in my tracks.
"I'm sayin' don't because I'm barely holdin' the urge ta throw ya against the nearest surface and do somethin' dirty." He explained. The visual from his words were enticing, and I felt my nethers clench with a shiver.
Raph groaned immediately after, and his head fell back against the couch. I realized his sense of smell was quite possibly strong enough to smell the effect his words had, and a blush moved through my cheeks.
"Maybe I want you too," I whispered, unable to speak any louder than that at the moment. Raph made a noise between a groan and a growl, and his hand tightened around my wrist when I moved it fractionally.
"You don' know what yer askin' for," He responded in a pained voice. I felt the air leave my lungs at his voice, and I leaned forward instinctively to try and give comfort.
Raph moved us until I was placed against the couch, pinning me down via my wrists. I stared up at him as he stared down, a bit winded from the sudden change in position. I didn't dare move more, because I didn't want him to reject the thought before it was completely out there.
"What I want is you," I answered quietly, truthfully. Raph's cheeks pinched with a smile the same time his lips tensed into a fine line. His gold eyes roved my face, studying all the little pieces that made my features. I remembered quite suddenly that the scar over my eye was newer, and thus much more noticeable, and self-consciousness took over when I realized my eye wasn't at least partially covered by my hair.
I abandoned the chance to convince him to hide my face, turning it noticeably until my eye was hidden from his view. Raph stared down at me for all of a few seconds before he moved and I felt his cool lips against my neck. They brushed along the skin under my ear for a microsecond before he moved to place a bold kiss to the scar on my throat.
A thought pinched my mind, like deja vu, though I was pretty sure it'd never happened before. Distinctly I could remember us in this same position, though. Raph had pressed his mouth against my collarbone when I'd turned my head away, and he'd moved up to my throat. The warmth that streamed through my body now was reminiscent of the deja vu as well, and I realized why it felt familiar. It had happened before.
"Oh," I breathed, and immediately regretted speaking as my voice cracked. Raph immediately stopped moving, from his mouth against my jugular to his hips that had been moving closer to mine. I felt his back tense even though it was nowhere near touching me, and Raph pulled away from me.
"Yes?" He asked apprehensively. I looked up at him, moving the memory around in my head.
"We... We were in this exact same position nearly a year ago." I said, unable to figure out how else to say it.
Raph blinked at me a few times, and his eye ridges furrowed in thought. Surprise lit his face as he too remembered, and he laughed.
"Nice ta see some things never change," He chuckled, and let go of one of my wrists to motion between us. An involuntary grin covered my face.
"You know," I started, reaching up to press my hand along his cheek now that it was free. "Had I known you were in the middle of mating season last year, I don't think I would have kissed you like I did."
Raph sobered up quickly, remembering why we were in this moment and getting serious again.
"Liza, I don' want ta-"
I moved my hand from his cheek and placed it over his mouth, cutting him off. It wouldn't actually stop him from talking, but it halted him long enough I could talk, and maybe finally explain my thoughts.
"Raph, we're going to fight Shredder tomorrow. I've been gone two months. This was something we talked about before now, and was something we both wanted. I still want it. If you're afraid you're going to hurt me, then let me control everything. If you don't want to do anything, just say the word and I won't speak of it again. I just... Thought this could be a last, finalizing, show of affection in case one of us didn't get to see tomorrow night. Only if you want to though."
"Of course I want too," Raph murmured, moving my hand away from his face gently. He shifted himself lower, and he pressed his hips into mine. Heat spread from my center, and I bit my lip at the feeling. Raph's eyes sparked when he saw what effect it had on me.
"Ok," I murmured. I pressed up into him, and Raph's breathing stuttered. "Anything else?"
"None if ya lead," He answered, but I heard the edge he still had. He was still largely afraid of hurting me. I smiled up at him, feeling some relief knowing I was able to take some of his fears away.
"Then, uh… can we go to your room?" I asked. Imagine if Mikey came downstairs and in on us…
Raph's pupils dilated, and with slow, jerky movements he picked me up. Holding onto his shoulders for support, I kept my eyes on his as he walked to his room. He walked like he had to mentally slap himself to move every single time, and I could feel my heart rate speed up with each step. The nervousness started creeping in, and I started thinking. I never saw what he looked like under the belt, but I knew what he felt like. I had no previous experience, I only had pictures of human men on the internet to follow. Raph felt larger than the average human male though, and I didn't know what that would do for us.
The door creaked when Raph opened it, and I thought I felt him slow down in his walking. He didn't have that big of a room though, and soon enough we were at the bed. He stumbled, lost his balance and fell forwards. We bounced on the mattress with our noses touching. We paused, staring at each other. What did we do first?
After staring at each other for many more seconds, I raised one of my hands to his belt. Raph's stomach went taut as I undid the knot, and I grabbed at his sais before they could fall out. His belt slid off of him and to the ground, followed by me tossing his sais. The thud of his weapons were like a signal to Raph, and his hands started moving. They played over my collarbone and around my neck. He tugged me up to get to the zipper at the base of my neck. I pressed my mouth to his, and we relaxed. The zipper vibrated against my neck as he tugged, and he ended up having to roll us so I was on him to get the zipper all the way down.
Cold air touched my back, and I shivered a little on Raph. His hands moved slow to remove my arms from their confinements. My suit fell down to my hips, leaving everything upwards from there bare. Raph's eyes moved over my bare skin, and I had to blush under his scrutiny. His hands trailed over my back, tickling the scar there. His fingers clasped at my bra, twisting it around to try and unsnap it. His brows furrowed, and he focused more on what his hands were doing. I almost reached around to help, but then my bra released. Raph looked triumphant, and pulled the bra off.
I closed my eyes, not wanting to see his reaction. It was very unnerving, and I didn't trust myself not to chicken out. I reached behind me, going to rest my hands on his thighs. I felt something wet touch my hand, and Raph jumped below me. It took me a moment to realize what it was, and my blush deepened.
"Um... sorry," Raph muttered, tightening his legs to move.
"Is that because of me?" I asked, opening my eyes to look at Raph. His eyes left my freshly bared skin, and he gave me a dull look.
"No, it's because of the pizza guy." He snorted. I glare at him half-heartedly, tapping my thumb against the wet dick.
"Sorry to intrude on your fun time," I said, mockingly moving as if I was going to leave. Raph flipped us without much hesitance, grabbed my wrists and held them to the bed; thus holding me to the bed. I look up into the sparkling eyes of Raph, and I heard a low growl. His chest vibrated against me, and he transferred both of my wrists into one of his.
His now free hand ran over my shoulder and trailed teasingly over my chest. He ran his thumb over the peak of my nipple, and I arched a little off the bed to get closer. Raph's growl turned into a chur, and he rubbed his hips into mine. I wanted to look down when he did that, because my peripheral vision was teasing me, but Raph's eyes kept me in place. His hand continued upon my single feature, testing the waters. And while one nipple was getting bathed in attention, I could actually feel the other one getting lonely. Just as I was about to say something, Raph looked at what his hand was doing. His head ducked, but I stayed looking at the ceiling.
Something warm and wet touched my lonely nipple, and I flinched away from the slick feeling. Teeth grabbed it, and sent a weird mix of pain and pleasure through me. I paused, mixed feeling going through me at how foreign this was. It was weird, and so very foreign indeed, but I could feel myself getting wetter as his tongue laid flat over my breast.
"Sorry if I was rough." He rumbled. "I don't want ta cause ya pain."
"You're fine. I was just surprised." I soothed. Because it was fine. More than fine. Raph pulled away from my chest, and the cold air attacked me. He cocked his head a little as he studied me, checking to make sure I told the truth. I wiggled my hips into his to get his attention elsewhere. Raph's lips parted, and his hips snapped back in reaction.
"Could you…" I move my lower body to say the suit. Raph paused, looking at my chest and then at my suit. I could see the worry in his eyes, and I wanted to remove it. I tugged at my wrists, but they weren't getting free anytime soon. So I leaned up, my arms twisting awkwardly to let me get what I wanted. I kissed Raph's lips, hopefully moving his thoughts. Raph was still for a couple seconds, but then he relaxed. He let go of my wrists, and I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck so he couldn't move away.
His thumb tucked under the edge of my suit, but he didn't move. He moved his lips against mine, and enthused my use of the tongue. I felt his pulse under my arm, and I realized just how nervous he was.
"Raph," I whispered against his mouth. Raph pulled away, just enough to let me talk. "Don't worry. I'll be in complete control."
"I can smell ya. It's intoxicatin'." He whispered. "Yer smell alone is testin' me."
"You're fine, I have a dagger," To ensure that I grabbed the dagger from my belt and placed it on the nightstand. "And if things get out of hand, I can use it."
Raph didn't look completely convinced, and I knew why. There wasn't much grabbing for a weapon when you were pinned, but I had other means of getting him off of me. I leaned up to kiss him again, but Raph didn't want to move for the longest time, so I just placed small kisses around his jaw. He churred against me eventually, and after several minutes, he finally moved. I lifted my hips up to help him, and moved one leg at a time with him. He tossed my outfit across the room, and wiggled between my legs. I didn't realize he took my underwear off with my outfit, and I don't think he did either.
He froze everything, his whole body ceased from moving. His cock was pressed against my folds, and because of how wide his body was with the shell, there wasn't much stopping him. I could feel his control ripple, and I immediately pressed against his shoulder. Raph rolled like I had burned him, getting far away from me. I propped myself up, looking over at my boyfriend. He took slow breaths, fisting at the sheets under him. His muscles were tight, and his jaw was clenched. He really was trying his hardest not to lose control, all because I was a virgin.
I shuffled close to him, stretching one of my legs over to straddle his abdomen. I kept my body raised slightly off of him, steadying myself with my hands. Raph's hands grabbed tighter at the blankets.
"Yer givin' off some major heat waves," Raph muttered offhandedly. He squinted one eye open, looking up at me. I leaned forwards, laying over his chest. It was a familiar pose for us. Our noses brushed, but Raph refused to move.
"Sorry," I murmured, echoing him a couple of minutes ago. I reached between us, searching for his erection. I knew that there should be stretching for women, especially for the first time. I decided I didn't need it, because after the many wounds I've had, a little controlled pain shouldn't be that bad. Raph shivered against me when I grabbed him, and he opened both eyes wide to look at me. I shuffled down a little, getting him positioned. And then my blood started pumping, fast.
I shifted myself a little higher, and scooted back just a little more. Raph groaned, his eyes fluttering upon the first brush, but he forced his eyes open to look at me. He was probably finding control looking at me, and realizing that, I stared back. I kept moving until I felt the first burn. It wasn't pain like I thought it was going to be, it was a radiating burn that left me breathless.
Raph kept his eyes on mine, and when the burn started to fade, I scooted farther back. The burn flared up brighter than the first time after a couple of seconds, but I kept going. It wasn't the worst feeling I had ever had, and I think I wanted to stop because I had control over the situation. Anything that happened to me was my own fault.
At about who knows when, I paused. I focused on what Raph was feeling, giving myself something to do other than feel the pulsing burn. It was much more pronounced now, and I felt the urge to widen my legs. I was suddenly very happy that both of us had lubrication, or this might hurt more.
I could see Raph's control weakening, and I wondered if I should speed it up or slow down. When the burn faded a second time, and I was left with a dull ache, I tried something different. I raised my body up so I was perpendicular to Raph. I splayed my hands across his torso, and let my weight bring me down. My arms made sure I didn't just fall, but it was faster. This time, before the burn could be felt, I got all the way, and I was sitting on Raph's hips before it appeared.
Raph made an almost whining sound in the back of his throat, and he grappled at my thighs for control. His eyes finally closed, and he pressed his head back into the bridge of his shell. I took slow breaths, trying to stop my insides from spasming. A very pronounced heat moved through me, but that was dampened by the feeling of being full. I shivered at the feeling, and I dimly heard Raph moan. I stayed in place for several minutes, waiting for the dull ache to disappear. Without Raph realizing he was doing it, his hips made small, circular motions against me. I could feel each move like a needle under my skin, and I wanted to ask for him to be slow, but he was slow. Eventually, they changed from discomfort to nothing to little zaps of pleasure. As soon as there was more pleasure than discomfort I relaxed and took a deep breath.
"Liza," Raph sounded out, his voice close to a groan. I looked down at him and I knew immediately what he wanted. I was fine to do it, but when I tried to move, my arms gave out like jello, and my legs were numb from being tense for so long.
"Can we roll?" I asked, my throat a little dry. Raph blinked a couple of times, and nervousness took over his features instantly. I smiled sheepishly. "It's just, my arms and legs feel like jello."
Raph tilted sideways, rolling us from his shell to my back once more. Little stings of warmth went through my body from moving, and my nethers felt uncomfortably warm.
"Are ya okay?" He asked cautiously.
"Yeah," I said immediately, and smiled at Raph. "I'm good now."
Raph still looked hesitant, but he didn't push me farther. Instead, he started moving in small motions. When Raph realized that I didn't feel pain, he strides got stronger and longer. As I started to feel the pleasure, I tried to stay focused on Raph. His own focus was slowly leaving, and I could feel his needs starting to kick in. I reached up and grabbed the back of his head to pull him down. His lips smashed into mine, and instantly I could feel the chur. That chur went through his whole body and mine, and I wished there was a way I could create such a vibration. I fell into a rhythm with him, and slowly lost myself to the feeling.
A/n: This chapter... will likely always haunt me. I'd never written porn before this fanfic, and I was simultaneously invested and uncomfortable with it. I've always considered doing a complete rewrite, but everyone who's ever made a comment on it has enjoyed it, so I guess it stays.
I am still un-beta'd. All mistakes are mine. If you want to leave a comment I will be forever happy.