Hi guys just another big thank you to everyone reviewing and enjoying the story- Just a quick question for those avid readers..im tempted to do an M rating chapter later on in the story...BUUUT i dont know whether or not to do so- If you could let me know what you think on that- that would be great!
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"Baby…" Raph's lazy tone sung out to me as I held him close; I was on his lap cuddling into him as I lay my head on his neck.
We were in my apartment, just watching TV; robot wars drowning in the background.
"I love you Doll…I really love ya" he breathed to me as I grinned and rubbed my nose with his beak.
His hands on my back holding me tightly, keeping me close to him as I grinned down again.
"I love you Raph….I am so in love with you…"
I leaned down- ready to press my lips to his like I had done it a thousand times- my body burned, my eyes burned shut as I leant in.
Then there was an explosion.
And the laugh of the two giant mutants filled my ears.
"Gotcha!"
"Get da gurl!"
Raph gripped me; I was now stood behind him, and we were in an alley way. He was twirling his forks like usual, but he growled.
"ya aint comin' near my girl…" his voice animalistic as he growled deeper.
They ran at each other, tumbling; but with a quick flick, Raph was thrown to the side.
"Raph!" I called to him desperately. He didn't get back up.
"Come on girly- if ya so in love wid mutants, lets see what ya can do fer us…" two giant hands reached towards me greedily as I suppressed down a scream…
I sat bolt up with a heavy gasp. My forehead sweating and my heart hammering. I took in the dark areas of the room, momentarily forgetting where I was until Raph's scent washed over me.
My hand fell over my mouth, stopping my deep rasping breaths. I looked around; looking up to see the neon lights off, just a flicker of an escape sign, further up on the wall keeping a glow going around the room.
I breathed heavily, lifting my knees up so I could fully move on the bed. My heart rate slowed decreasingly. I swallowed down the crazed silly dream and shook my head.
It was only then when I realised how desperate I was for the bathroom.
I jumped down from the top bunk and stretched, feeling wobbly on my tired legs until I dug the balls of my feet into the ground. I breathed, using my hands to find the curtained door as I stepped out of the room.
Out here was a little lighter- the communal area filled with the heavy snores of a now un-banded turtle, who lay upside down on the chair. His chubby cute cheeks dusted in freckles, his rounded head, and smaller stature told me it was Mikey. I smiled at him, dreaming in his deep sleep before I looked to the pizza box couch where I thought I would find Raph; whom I could then nudge awake in order to find the damn bathroom.
But it was empty. I huffed impatiently. My eyes hitting the floor in my temper. But then my eyes caught a light; it bright and clear coming through a door. Further along the corridor, down to the right, a door was half open and bright yellow light splayed out from it.
There was an angry tut and a sharp groan.
Raph, I easily recognised.
I moved towards it curiously, my head tilted as I tip toed over to it silently; actually proud of my quiet sly movements.
My hands found the door as I pushed it open a little, it revealed a bathroom of sorts; a bigger bathroom with the biggest tub I had ever seen, and showers to the right. Everything steel or chrome.
And there, stood central, facing me but looking over his shoulder into a large mirror; was a topless Raphael.
My heart hammered in my chest as my mouth fell open ever so slightly.
Technically; he was always topless- so this was no exception. But without his armoured shoulder blade and thick straps across his chest; he looked so much more naked here- so much more vulnerable.
And my whole body swelled at him.
His mask tilted so that it only covered one of his eyes, and here I could see his angular face so much more clearly than before, his bright amber eyes which were pulled into an angry stare, were beautiful against his thick green skin. He growled and ripped his mask off, pulling it to the floor as his body twisted. I could only stand, watching him, gripping the side of the door, gently as he continued to manoeuvre with some difficulty.
He was looking at his shell and trying to reach something near the top of it. He grunted again, trying to touch it as he twisted left and right.
I opened the door further and moved into the room swiftly. His eyes then clasped onto me sharply.
I felt like prey in that solidified moment. My breathing ceased as did his own, my eyes watching him as he watched me. His face was so much more angled without the mask- his eyes so much brighter and wider here…
He had the most handsome face.
He swallowed exaggeratingly as I watched the adam's apple in his throat bob twice. I gritted my teeth and pressed my thighs together.
My naked thighs.
I looked down and back up in alarm- I had completely forgotten to put my pants on.
Luckily; the jersey I was wearing fell just above my knees, although I did have to stop the bloody thing from falling off my shoulder every few moments. I had kept my socks on too; it wasn't much- but it helped hide most of my chunky legs.
Raph seemed to notice as he froze too- his body twisted and still. His mouth fell open and his eyes alarmed. Again, a dragging minute passed as we took each other in. I fought back the need to bite down hard on my lip.
This was becoming impossible…
"Ya okay Doll?" he breathed low to me. In side my mind went wild…
I could run at him, my hands would cup his cheeks as my lips met his passionately; I wanted to reach for him and he would then reach down- pulling me to him breathtakingly, my fingers would rake against his naked chest and his hands on my naked thighs, hitching them as our lips moved against each others desperately…
I shook my head and breathed twice.
Stupid fucking over fuelled imagination…
"I-I just needed the bathroom" I told him, pushing down any feelings of arousal and love I was currently processing.
Raph's eyes darkened as they dragged over my figure- I tried to hide one leg behind the other, I tried to angle my body a little better, trying to hide my flaws. But he drank me in like I was a tall glass of beer…
Then he cleared his throat
"Oh yeah sure- jus' gimme a sec" he said as he stretched again, he leaned down to grab a few supplies- duck tape in one hand and what looked to be a soaked rag in the other.
My curiosity got the better of me.
"What's that?" I asked moving closer to him as he shook his head. "what are you doing?" I pressed.
He sighed heavily, his eyes unsure and nervous.
"Jus' from when a fell the other night- it's a'right- was just changing tha bandage" he waved off as I stood firmly in front of him. The memory of his conversation with his brother seemed to bounce back; he had fallen into the dumpster…directly below my bedroom window, the same night I had basically had a female equivalent of a wet dream.
I pushed my blush back.
"Let me do it" I said in a low monotone voice. He looked to me for a minute and then smirked.
"Ya alright doll- a can-"
"Show me" I breathed deep and low, my voice urgent, my hands finding my hips. He looked to me again, in a dark drinking way- it made my thighs twitch as I did my best to supress the urge and power he was possessing me with.
"Sit" I pointed to the toilet seat as he looked to it, and for a minute I thought he may try to stop me, but he eyed me up, twitched his lip once and then decided to sit down like I had asked.
Sitting he was still nearly the same height as me- just, but the extra foot I had on my height, seemed to out reach his head. His eyes level with my breasts.
I swallowed.
Not the time! Stop it!
I growled to myself as I moved to touch the back of his shell; he leant forward a little, his elbows on his knees as I looked around with a focus in my vision.
Near the top of his shell, central there was a crack, more like a gouge- it was an alarming red and split across the middle about 20 centimetres in width
My eyes crossed further down.
"Jeeze Raph…" I breathed as my fingers danced around it lightly. He tensed in discomfort as I put my hand out in front of him expectantly.
"Cloth" I commanded as he dropped the wet rag into my hand.
I ran it under the cold tap making sure it was clean again.
"Donnie gave me some solution stuff- said ta put it on- it's dere" he pointed to the little clear bottle that sat on the sink.
I nodded as I grabbed it and tipped it upside down into the cloth.
I turned back to him and placed the little bottle back down on the side. My hand pushed his body forward again; down towards his knees as he folded over. His shell nearly flat for me as I leaned against the rest of his body, against his shell, and pressed the rag into the crack.
He grumbled and moaned tightly, discomfort alarming on his face as he cringed and blew a heavy breath out from his nostrils.
"Shhhhh…" I hushed him in a mothering manor, my hands rubbing his shoulder softly. I held the rag on firmly, as he continued to cringe and squeeze his eyes shut in a resting position.
I felt the corners of my lips turn up into a smile again.
"Reminds me of the first night we met" I murmured to him as he huffed out a breath. "you were just a big as a wimp then as you are now" I breathed to him in a breathless giggle.
"Shut up" he quipped lowly as he went back to gritting his teeth. I breathed out a small laugh and looked back over to his shell. My fingers moved on their own; wanting to feel the back of his shell.
My fingers gently brushed it expecting it as Raph shuddered underneath me. I turned to look back at his face.
"You can feel that?"
"ar' shells ar' sensitive doll" he added with a movement of his lips. I muffled a laugh as I dragged my fingers back over the top of his shell. He squirmed again uncomfortably.
I giggled.
"'you're ticklish?" I asked, he grumbled and muttered, his eyebrows lowering into a cross expression.
I tapped my fingernails across him again. He shuffled underneath my hands again.
I laughed loudly.
"ar'ight ar'ight, jeeze doll"
"sorry, sorry" I mumbled settling my self down into a smile, his annoyed face awfully cute as I my shoulders bumped up and down smothering my laugh.
He rolled his eyes at me.
We stayed quiet for a few minutes, just letting me attend to him as he kept completely still, his eyes remained closed tightly.
And it was then when I felt the burning questions coming to me.
"So…you wanna tell me what you were doing outside my bedroom that night?" I breathed out.
His whole body tensed underneath me.
I needed to ask it- I had to. But Raph kept quiet. He didn't answer me at first, his whole body still as if he had turned to ice.
I turned back to his shell, doing my best to ease him into this subject.
"You gonna tell me you fell from my building edge and swung round into the trash?" I asked again quipped.
"Maybe"
"Come on Raph- please don't lie to me" I asked gently. He sighed and looked to the floor.
"I ain't no stalker for real…I was jus'… on ya building"
"As you always are" I pressed but stopped myself from making anymore comments, he looked up at me annoyed. I shut my mouth and watched his naked face.
His beautiful, beautiful face…
"I…I heard ya make a noise…thought you were 'urt…"
Now I froze. My entire body alive and confused and terrified and so very still.
"Go on" I asked, my eyes staring hard at his shell.
"I jus' checked on ya…you were jus' sleepin…n den I slipped; fell" he seemed more confident and quicker with this answer as my mouth dried.
"What did you hear?" I asked, not bearing to even look at his face. I knew myself well enough to know I spoke in my sleep; it was a habit I really needed to kick.
"No'tin Doll…don't worry bout it- ya were jus' dreamin' dats all"
"Raph- What. Did. You. Hear?" I growled lower. He froze again, slightly silent as he tensed again.
"it was jus…jus' like a…a moan…sorta…"
I blew out a breath and my head ducked down onto the back of his shell. My forehead touching it.
"Oh god" I breathed in total humiliation.
"I didn't 'ear not'in else- dats when I fell" he pushed, but it was obvious I didn't believe him. It was so obvious he wasn't telling the full truth either.
"Fuck I'm so embarrassed" I breathed pinching the bridge of my nose and squeezing my eyes shut.
"Not like it's a big deal or anyt'in…right?" he added with a shrug.
"Oh Yeah course not- just you listening into me moaning while I was in bed dreaming- Jeeze"
"What were ya dreamin' of?" the question seemed to tumble out of him quickly, as I looked to his eyes; an instant regret there.
My mouth fell open, ready for words to come out, but my vocal chords had shut tight. My body breathless at the idea of letting him know. Blush spread everywhere- even on my legs which he kept flicking down to look at and back up.
I tried again- but only air fell out of me…
"Raph! Urgh!"…
I couldn't tell him.
I couldn't.
"N-nothing"
He seemed to grumble and look at me; clearly seeing I wasn't up for revealing things.
"Well…not like ya were dreamin' of anyt'in special…right?" he asked.
I fell quiet. My cheeks burned dully. That's when my stance fell, my lips slammed shut. I couldn't push this any further without going into detail on why I was so embarrassed about it. And if he pushed on that all my feelings, my jumbles of words and emotions for him would come barrelling out;
And I would potentially loose him forever.
"Right" I added with a breath as shook my head, wishing I never would have brought this entire conversation up. I huffed sharply and pushed my shoulders back.
"Besides; i-it was private and subconscious- you shouldn't have been listening"
"Kinda 'ard not to when ya were bein' so loud- ah fuck!" he growled as I pushed the cloth further into his cut. He grumbled as I hid a smirk.
"Shhh you'll wake your brother" I scolded quietly. He grumbled again, a rumble moving throughout him as I loosened my tight press.
"Have you considered you might wake 'im wid all ya moanin'? its becomin' a habit…" he said darkly with the most delicious humour. My eyes went wide as I flew round to look at his face.
"I haven't been, have I?" I nearly shrieked. His face laced with humour again as his shoulders bounced. He smirked to me, hushing me down.
"shhh…Nah…jus' pullin' ya leg Doll, dats all" he chuckled quietly "shouldn't 'ave pushed ya luck ticklin' ma shell" he said through his huge smirk. I moved to smack his other arm.
He whined pathetically. "'Ey!" he called. I hushed him again.
"Right- now where's your bandage?" I asked him and he held up the duck tape in his hand waving it at me- my face fell into a flat line.
"You're kidding me right?" I said but he shook his head with a smirk.
"It's da only thing dat really works wid our shells; works like a bandage," he shrugged as I took it from him and sighed.
"A gauze patch would really be better for this" I mumbled
"We ran out last week- Mikey used dem for 'is skateboard cuts"
I sighed, but doing as instructed I pulled the duck tape out, and lined it up along each side of his shell; doubling it over into a cross, until the redness was completely covered and it felt secure enough.
"There- all done"
"T'anks sweetheart" he said standing up to stretch his back.
Sweetheart…another new one…
My stomach pooled over and over again…
I crossed my arms over my chest to stop my heart from leaping out as I smiled to him.
He moved to look in his mirror, stretched round in the same position I had caught him in as he looked twice.
"Not bad" he said with a nod. I smiled to him weakly.
"Oh shit- lemme jus' get ma stuff an' il letcha…" he said wandering off his sentence as he scooped up his stuff and retracted out of the bathroom.
I forced my body to move; completely having forgotten about the urge to pee.
At least wetting my self would have been less embarrassing that Raph hearing me moan.
I shook my head; all of it was ridiculous. And I knew it was best to let it go….
I washed my hands quickly as I finished up and looked at my self in the mirror. My eyes captured my nose intently as I eyed the little bumped scar that sat in the corner….
"Dad come on, you can't go anywhere like this" I growled to him angrily. He ignored me, throwing his large hands out into the air.
"Don't you fuckin' start" he muttered lowly. He headed for the door as I moved quickly to stand in front of him.
I grabbed his keys from the little side table as I went.
"Move Bonnie…" his voice was sickeningly uneven and the smell of him disgusting; I had had enough of all of this shit for far too long- it was time to stop it all, time to help if I could.
He had been hurting for over 12 years, I had taken care of him that long- let him off with missing school plays, picking me up, graduations, palmed social workers off with excuses, lied to Casey at family gatherings, gotten used to dressing myself and doing my own hair…
He had enough time; now it was time to stop.
He pushed at me as I shook my head, pushing him right back as well as I could.
"No" I growled.
"Give me the keys Bonnie" his voice a slur and I could just make the words out through being used to his voice.
"No dad"
"I SAID GIVE ME THE FUCKIN' KEYS!" he roared at me, he moved towards me and I wasn't quick enough; his fist smacked me straight on in my face and the crunch of my nose sent me to the ground. The pain excruciating as I gasped, feeling blood pouring down out to the floor.
He grabbed the keys from my now own hands and to make matters worse; kicked me three times on his way out; hard- in my ribs deliberately.
"Stupid bitch" he mumbled out between thrusts of his foot.
I gasped out twice, laying there as the tears pooled.
I stayed there listening to the car wheels screeched. Then I sobbed. I sobbed hard as I curled up, tasting my own blood as it fell into my mouth. I tried to catch my breath but it was no use- knife sharp pain spread through my lungs as I tried my best to keep still.
My hands soon found my cell phone- And I dialled Casey instinctively.
"Hey Bon whats up?"
And then I cried- I cried everything out to him in a deep rushing go. How shit my dad had been, how hurt I was, how awful it had been- for 12 years.
And Casey listened only breathing two words to me- letting me know it was gonna be okay.
"I'm coming'"
I swallowed, leaning against the glass as my eyes shut breathing smoothly. The memories still burned. I lifted my head away and looked to my now red eyes- tears had pooled, but I had pressed them back away.
My hand reached for the little cut again. I tried to push the little cut in but to my fail it still stuck out a little; it wasn't hugely noticeable- just silvery, and because I knew it was there- it made it so much more obvious to me on a daily basis.
I looked down to the sink and sighed. One loose tear dripped free. I cursed. I looked up in the mirror. My eyes meeting amber again. Raph was in the door way just as I had been a little while ago. I didn't turn- I just looked at him through the mirror.
He moved forward, not too close, but further into the room. I gripped the sink gently and sniffed twice, wanting to jump into a new subject. My hand wiped at my now composed face, getting rid of any teary evidence.
"Damn, you watchin' me pee now stalker? I can't escape from you" I tried to force a giggle out trying to take the sadness out of my eyes, but he saw right through me.
He knew was I had been thinking about. He took another step towards me as my pained eyes watched him in the mirror. My grip on the sink tightened.
"You t'hinkin' bout it aint ya?"
"I'm fine Raph-" I quipped.
"I'm jus' sayin' its alright to be-"
"I said I'm fine" I said sternly, firmly a little louder than I had meant for it to come out. My hands that were gripping the sink were now shaking. And I had almost lost all self control as I locked my jaw tight.
"I don't wanna talk about it okay? Just sometimes I need to think about it…to really process it" I told him nodding, I swallowed as my eyes became distant again…
The way his foot jabbed into my stomach; his heavy boots crushing into my ribs…
I cringed my hands finding my ribs from the ghosting pain.
"as much as I don't want to think about it…" I trailed off.
Raph didn't say anything else; he just stayed still, understanding my need to distress at that moment as I breathed deeply; controlled. My anger and sadness being locked down. I looked down into the sink and took in another deep breath, closing my eyes for a minute as I pushed the emotions down.
I lifted my head, my eyes still closed as I leant my head back.
And it made contact with the hard warm chest of Raphael.
I opened my eyes weakly, looking at him gently as he looked back at me in the mirror- our faces level, our eyes both soft.
"You don't wanna talk- a'right- listen" he pressed smoothly and softly as I remained still watching his naked face as he watched me.
"If a knew ya den; if we met when it 'appened; dere wouldn't be any o' him left" he told me strongly in the lowest voice possible.
"'A would of fuckin' killed him, murdered him, ripped him limb from limb…." Raph's anger seemed to build as he watched me securely. I closed my eyes as another singular loose tear dripped out. I put a hand behind me, reaching for his cheek as I hushed him again, with the smallest of smiles- recomposing my self. He leaned into my hand in the way I expected him too- his face nuzzled down into my palm as we both sighed.
"I wouldn't let anyone touch ya, anyone so much as breath on ya…" he muttered into my palm, his lips accidentally brushing my hand as he spoke.
I swallowed, regaining my voice.
"I'm glad you weren't there" I told him solemnly; his eyes looked up to mine sharply, a wondrous question looked to be on the tip of his tongue.
I knew what he was going to say…
Why?
"You're not tainted by the memory of it" I told him with a small smile. He seemed to get it.
I could think of him completely; safely, warmly- and not have any attachment to my father through him.
"Besides; if you did any ripping, Casey would have had to clean up your dirty work and cover for you" I laughed sadly as he snickered humourlessly over my shoulder.
"'es good wid blood; 'e could handle it" Raph added making me laugh a little more brightly.
My fingers touched his cheek gently as I leant my head fully against him happily. My wet cheeks drying fast as I opened my eyes and looked into the mirror.
I loved the view.
Raph directly behind me, tall as I leant into his chest, my back pressing firmly onto his plastron. My head resting against it too. My face tilted up towards his; just slightly. My hand resting on his handsome, angular, naked face. His hands were by his side, balled up into fists like he was refraining from touching me.
I took it like a hint and removed my own hand from him. He instantly grabbed my hand and put it back on his cheek, his own eyes closing happily as he leant into it with the deepest sigh of the night.
My entire body coiled in butterflies and happiness at the gesture.
I smiled instinctively as he held me there- his other hand now on my waist keeping me stood firmly touching his cheek facing the mirror.
I happily obliged.
Then he made a noise, a deep growing purr that came from deep within his chest. I could feel him vibrating deep in his abdomen, and his lips quivered as a purr dropped out of him gently.
He seemed to notice the noise he made, as he looked up widely from his closed position. His eyes began staring at me in the mirror as I tried my best to hide my grin.
"Are you…are you purring?" I asked with the smallest laugh on my breath. He froze as I spun round slowly to look at him with a tilt of my head. His eyes fell wide.
I giggled.
He seemed to recompose himself as he cleared his throat to try and stop it. When it wouldn't subside he took a step backwards from me and stood up tall, clearing his throat again.
I laughed at his failed attempts.
He was about to open his mouth and shut me down, and now I knew him well enough to know what he was going to say. He clicked once and tutted in his turtle language.
"I Don't care what it is; just know I love it" I told him with the shake of my head letting my smile loose. "Its adorable" he groaned and lifted his head away from me, he moved back and rubbed his face from the forehead down.
I enjoyed the fact he hadn't felt the need to put his mask back on. I loved him without it on; it felt intimate, personal. I smiled, letting loose a happy sigh as he watched me back, his buttery eyes now filled with a spark. I smiled happily with a relaxed breath, feeling at peace again; just stood there watching him, as he huffed.
"T'ink am a freak now?" he added with a huff, his face back to drawn and sulking like usual. I rolled my eyes at him finding it all silly, but I could tell he was being serious. It was the way his eyes watched me; deeply with a nervous edge to them.
I thought about his words, the way he looked as I softened my own expression.
"Never" I commented with a serious look crossing my eyes. He watched my expression as I watched him back.
He watched me darkly with those deep eyes. I stared at him longingly.
"What?" the word fell out of him like it had slipped out by accident. I smiled to him, looking down to the floor- then back up at him. He seemed a few inches closer in that short moment. His face completely serious as I took him in.
"You…you suit your mask off" I told him quietly with a shrug. "not that you don't suit it on" I told him, leaning up from my poised position.
"Red is most definitely your colour" I breathed thinking it over. I imagined him in orange or purple or blue…but couldn't.
He was always my Raphael in Red.
I swallowed down the bubbling term.
"I musta gave you too much whisky" he commented darkly. I laughed at him gently.
"Please I can handle my drink" I told him. He looked up brighter than before, taking in my words as I wanted him too.
We stayed quiet for another comfortable moment as I turned back to the mirror, I ran a hand through my curls as I yawned openly once, then my eyes fell on my scar for a millisecond as I tried to push down my disgust at it.
"I don't see it" he mumbled as I tilted my head at him. "Yer scar- ya don't see it…its jus' coz you touch' it; ya know its dere" he told me.
I knew he meant well, but I still found my self scowling. I looked back into the mirror; back at the tiny slice that cut my nose edge and bumped out. My eyebrows crossed.
"You got not'in to worry ova" he said again offering a soft odd compliment.
"Its not that" I told him looking down to the sink taps. Even there I could still see my scowling face.
Raph stayed quiet, waiting for me like I would with him; giving me the time I needed before I spoke.
"It's just…its never going away- it reminds me that neither is my baggage"
"baggage?" Raph asked confused.
"You know- problems" I huffed out my fingers trailing lazily by the sink. I looked up to his face. He was watching me curious and concerned. "Come on Raph- you're not gonna tell me you don't find me a little odd" I breezed out to him. His face grew wide in shock.
"Sweetheart- ya seen me?" he asked in a quipped sarcastic tone. I lazily punched his arm in a playful way, but my smile that came with it faltered immediately.
"Just- start of the year, I could handle being the girl with the fat ass or the girl with a mean kick or the girl who's a little odd and aloof…" I told him deeply. "but now…in the space of eight months; I'm all those things and I'm also the girl who can't take care of her self… the girl who gets beaten up and abused by drunken men…" I trailed off. "Its just…I cant see myself like that…and I don't ever want to…I'm not weak, really I'm not…but now-"
He cut me off. His finger was on my lips as he hovered behind me again. His body closer; tighter. His hands on me firmly- sure of them selves.
"Listen ta me" he growled angrily but somehow in a low quiet voice. My teeth gritted together slamming shut.
"I can't even begin ta tell ya, 'ow wrong ya are- dose bozos in dat alleyway- I shoulda skinned dem, an' as fer ya dad an' any otha creeps- no ones eva layin' a hand on ya again" he told me, almost growling the words out to me as his angry hot eyes burned into mine through the reflection.
"and ya t'ink one little scar makes ya ugly; damn girl, look at cha- I mean look" he said, his finger jabbed at the mirror. I looked like he asked me too- his words sharp. My eyes met my own in the reflection for a moment as I looked over my face.
"Yer…yer fucking beautiful; natural pretty; da best kind o' beautiful"
His hands then found my hips with a surge of confidence that seem to over come him.
"and weak?" he hissed out the word like it was a bad taste in his mouth. "Yer moved from jersey to here on ya own, able to go to school, 'old down a job , not freak out on us and still find time to put up wid my shit… seriously girl; an' on top of dat yer fuckin' gorgeous, wid ya eyes an ya hair and dat ass…I mean-" his finger thrust again to the mirror in his anger fuelled rant.
"yer the perfect woman…perfect…"
he seemed to calm down instantly after the words trailed away from him, his chest settling down as he breathed in again, inhaling my scent as his hands gripped at my hips tightly, as if trying to will me to believe his words. His eyes were no longer looking at me, but back down to my legs, then painfully slowly up to my ass and up over my shoulders.
I swallowed as my stomach pooled and I became are of how naked I truly was in front of him.
His tongue flicked out for a millisecond, tasting the bottom of his lip.
How I wanted to spin in his arms and do that.
My whole body set alight. My desire burned again as my skin turned red.
I wanted to tell him the same things too; how I admired him, how I loved his body, how I found him the perfect guy for me…
His eyes sharply met mine back in the mirror, and he froze solid, almost like a deer caught in headlights as a minute passed between us in our frozen states. His words travelled back over him in a panicked state.
I swallowed; it wasn't the first time he had called me pretty- but it was the first real time he had properly said it to me- not speaking to himself or mumbling. And it was the first time I had caught him looking at me like that, his eyes wandering over my breasts and legs…
I burned for him, and he continued to watch me.
My heart leapt.
Could it be even possible that he liked me like that too?
Raph cleared his throat and took a step back, just slightly, relieving the pressure of his body pressing into mine. His hands removed and now in fists.
"Ya gonna make some human guy real happy one day" he mumbled and I felt my shoulders drop.
As well as my heart. Right down into my stomach.
No…not possible after all…
Then I reminded my self that I had promised not to do this.
No heart break.
I couldn't.
I swallowed.
"Thanks" I mumbled to the floor as I turned back around and sighed.
All I wanted was for his hands to be back on me, holding me tightly and securely. But I let it go- he had touched me enough for one day.
"You should go ta bed- its late" his voice was gruff as he spun on his heels; his eyes seemed heavy and down as he watched the floor, mumbling as he walked.
"W-wait" I called unsure why I had or what had made me call for him.
He spun as he looked back to me; the angst in his eyes almost painful. I fiddled with my fingers.
"Y-you have one too" I commented, swallowing the dryness in my throat. "A scar I mean; here" I touched my face my thumb running across my lips trying to show him what I meant as I tilted my head. I was fishing for more time with him, anything- just to let this moment clear between us.
"what happened?" I breathed. Within a second he was turned back around. His eyes watched me gently, then he moved forward again, coming to stand back in front of me.
"Nicked it with my sai" he told me.
I crossed my eyebrows in confusion.
"your sai?"
He copied my expression.
"My weapons girl, where ya been?" he asked a little lighter.
"Oh your forks?!" I asked with my eyes now wider "is that what you call them?" I asked and he grumbled.
I smiled again; everything returning to normal.
"You been t'inkin I carry giant forks?" he asked with a grumble. He went to reach for them, but his nakedness revealed that he had taken the strap off containing them as he looked around his body and then sulked.
"Well…you do have a giant appetite…"
I smuggled a small laugh out my eyes alive with humour. He looked to me with pouted lips and a raised eyebrow.
My insides swirled again; I pushed it down.
"C'mon" he said grabbing my wrist as he pulled me forward quickly. I tried my best to stop my giggling as he pulled me down a long corridor and through an archway.
My darker side began wondering if he was going to take me to the dark area of his lair and have his way with me.
I bit my lip.
"Stay 'ere" he told me as he marched off round another corner. I looked up.
This area of his place was taller; the ceilings longer. In front of me- a weapons rack stood, containing swords and throwing knives I had only ever seen in movies and comic books. There was a raised grate in front of me- it was wide and circular, looking like a raised stage, to my right a work out area and station.
No wonder Raph was so buff.
Then, in the quickest flash I had ever seen, a silver thing sprang past my eyes.
My breath left my body as a silver weapon flew past me and into the middle of a target that rested against the side wall.
It hit centre red.
I gasped wildly as I spun to see who had thrown it, my whole body convulsing for breath as I met the smug face of Raphael. He leant raggedly against the archway with his arms folded smugly.
"Forks huh?" he said beamingly, coming alive as he watched me.
I grabbed at my chest trying to contain my heart. Adrenaline flared threw me as I pulled my eyebrows together tightly.
He chuckled and it set me off, my adrenaline rush burned. He walked over to me in a saunter as I tried to recompose my self; my whole body shaken by the shock of its speed and power.
"Jerk!" I called, my hand found his chest; my fist ready to pound down into his plastron as he tried to catch my fists. He laughed openly as I struggled against him.
He pulled my arms behind my back and cut me off from attacking him as his arms pinned my arms down in between him.
My back against his chest again, his arms across my middle restricting my movements.
"Calm down doll, C'mon it was pretty funny"
"You're such an ass!" I breathed to him as my heart thumped openly in my chest.
He chuckled into my shoulder, his body bent over mine containing me.
His arms tight on me, his breath in my ear, his manly scent circling me…
This was getting harder and harder to ignore or deny.
"I wouldna hit ya"
"Now you're an overconfident pompus ass too" I said quipped as he chuckled behind me, his body moving mine as he jumbled to place me in front of him, exactly like we were in the mirror. His body moved as he pulled another 'Sai' as they were now known, from behind him and held it out in front of him- in front of me. My expression cleared; he had never let me see them so close before, he held it out to me waiting as his grip on my arms loosened.
I looked to the silver weapon, never really noticing it before it was up close.
It was sharp and poised, the handle tied in red leather strings and patches. With my arms loose I lifted one of them over Raph's giant hold on me, as I loosed up and raised my fingers to it.
My fingers trailed down the side of the weapon feeling its sharp edge, along its point and down to the handle. Raph stayed frozen still allowing me to do so.
"D'ere traditionally not as sharp as I keep 'em" he spoke so softly to me, like you would to a new baby, but his voice was so wise and gentle. I could only nod once at his words.
"I 'ave two; one fer purpose, otha for defence, although most of the time I use them together" he told me. My fingers touched the end of it pricking my end finger lightly as to not cause any break in the skin.
I bit my lip, questions burning at me.
"Have you ever…how many people have you…" the words trailed away from me, but he knew what I was asking. His eyes watched me carefully, not showing emotion as he spoke to me softly.
"Only bad guys; I would never 'urt anyone innocent without a purpose" he told me. "a would never 'urt you". He added urgently
I looked back over my shoulder to him; he was still close, his face just over my shoulder as he watched me carefully.
"I know" I reassured him. Subconsciously, my fingers which touched the Sai now lay on the back of his hand feeling the muscles there underneath his green skin. "I know"
He watched my fingers move as he remained quiet.
"How long have you trained?" I asked again, feeding the burning questions on my lips.
"All my life; masta taught us"
"while he raised you?"
"yeh…I take it April told you da story." He added with a nod. His amber eyes watching patiently.
"Well she did leave out your father, but I got the gist"
Raph looked away for a second and nodded with pursed lips. He seemed to be thinking something over as I watched the side of his face.
My fingers still on his hand.
"What made you choose Sai?" I questioned him, dragging his face back to mine. He looked at me with wide eyes.
"I never chose 'em; I got given 'em"
"oh?" I quipped waiting for him to continue. He looked a little unsure as he opened his mouth to speak, but his voice wavered.
"a-a was never good wid…long hold weapons…bein' up close was betta for me; I took to it easier" he tumbled out as I nodded.
"Yeah, you don't strike me as a distant fighter" I breathed out in a hummed laugh. He watched me with guarded eyes but I couldn't really tell what he was thinking over in his head.
He kept just as close, which was a positive sign.
But then it seemed to hit me in a wave; the long hold weapons his brother used, the edge to his voice when he spoke about them, when he spoke about Leo days back…
He was a little deflated that his brother could use them…a little raw about it all. I licked my top lip and tilted my head looking back at the weapon in his hand.
"I don't think I could use these; they're way more intricate than a sword or a bat" I told him. He seemed to brighten at my response.
"A sword you gotta swing, these are far more dangerous; more intimate, more technical…" I trailed off calling from experience.
Behind me I could feel Raph's beak gently nudge the back of my head once; I knew I wasn't supposed to feel it, but I could, and I grinned to myself at his action.
It was almost an instinctive animal 'thank you'.
My heart hammered away again.
"Ya really can swing a bat though" he added. "dose guys today; Jeeze girl, ya really can take care of ya self" he commented loosely, impressed almost as I smiled to the floor.
"Thanks, its Casey's fault" I blew to him and he chuckled.
"Yeah- although you could do with a little string up on your technique; ya were a little off" Raph told me, now slightly moving away.
I turned round spinning on my heels and flew at him; my hair fanned out dramatically.
"Excuse me" I jabbed at him as he spun back in the same manor, a clear winning smile on his face. Clearly engaging the reaction, he wanted.
I cursed at myself playing into his hands.
"Well...just that ya left hook was a little out, and ya reaction time was slow" he shrugged still wearing that winning grin.
My eyes narrowed at him sharply.
"Did they not drop to the floor?"
"yeh, but- you coulda got them down in half da time if ya weren't bein all flouncy with ya bat"
"Boy if I had my bat right now…" I challenged him walking up to him my hand square on his plastron.
He chuckled.
"C'mon Doll; look at me- ya really think ya could take me down?" he jarred back, spiking my competitive flaw.
I stood up tall and lifted my head.
"Maybe not in one to one combat…but with a bat…and just you- no forks… I'd stand a fair chance" I told him with a shrug. He laughed at my eagerness as I narrowed my eyes back at him.
"Maybe in a few years" he said to me, like parent would a child. I pouted, he laughed freely; a beautiful gruff sound.
My eyes looked back around the room taking in the design of it.
"What is this place?" I asked quietly.
"It's the dojo"
I turned back at him as he stood his arms crossed watching me as I wandered lazily around.
"Wow" I mumbled out lowly as I inspected it. The tall walls were filled with weapons and intricate design work of wires and art work covered most of what must have been bare concrete.
"How did you guys even come up with this?" I asked as I turned back to look at him in awe. He shrugged loosely, looking to where I was.
"Donnie got good with electrics, Mikey got good at painting"
"and Leonardo?" I pressed tilting my head. He seemed to get annoyed by that quickly; insanely quick.
"Why ya interested?"
"I'm not, just wondering why you left him out?" I pressed. He tutted at me and kicked the floor roughly.
"Leo didn't do much to decorate the dojo's all; 'e was too busy learnin' to be a mini splinta" he quipped wanting to end the subject. I laughed once, humourlessly.
"What makes you say that?" I pressed. He shrugged quickly, his eyes avoiding me.
"'e jus can be a bit of a asshole; likes ta boss people about is all"
"Because he's in charge right?" I pressed. "I watched the way you all were today in combat…he seemed to be the one the most in charge of things…the decision maker, even when we arrived here…you looked to him first…to check if it was okay…" I trailed off.
Raph's face got harder and harder as more words spilled out of me. I didn't understand it. I shrugged and smiled up shaking my head.
"a shouldn' of 'ad too- yer were stayin' no matta what" he grumbled, I waved him off.
"just because he's the leader doesn't make him evil Raph" I commented to him with the tilt of my head. His face met mine scowling.
"Ya don't know 'im personally" he grumbled out.
"Well I'm sure he's not evil" I told him firmly rolling my eyes.
"He seemed... sweet to me- once everything settled, really nice and accommodating" I said looking to the floor shrugging.
"Yeah yeah; good ol' Leo bein' a sweetheart to a pretty girl" he rolled his eyes, his features annoyed.
"what's wrong with that?" I shrugged. I hoped it might lift him back into a conversation; but it didn't, it only pressed his angry features further together.
"Not'in " he shrugged fire underneath his eyes. His one word answers and sarcasm were getting really dry. "Why ya so interested?"
"Again; I'm not- just you have a real…distaste is all"
"Yeah well we all can't be Mr charming can we?" he rolled his eyes.
"Everyone loves a charmer Raph…maybe you should try it" I pressed with a light giggle; I half expected him to take it as a joke, but I should have known better.
Raph's eyes met mine angrily. His face crushed up and scowling.
I knew I had hit a soft spot. And I instantly regretted it.
"Well maybe I shoulda left ya an' 'e could a rescued ya instead!" he answered me back in a childish way, his voice raising as he spoke.
His words hurt, my eyes twitching at the sides as he seemed to re-think his last sentence. I gritted my teeth.
Maybe I was just a hindrance after all.
Either way; I was pissed at him. He seemed to realise what he had said, his face worried and all traces of anger subsided in less than a few seconds. I tried not to care; his words hit home for me.
"Goodnight Raphael" I said sharply and clearly. I spun on my feet to walk away as I clenched my fists tightly to my side.
"Doll, wait- Bon I-" he seemed to trip over his own feet as he rushed to me.
He was quicker than I was and when I turned down the side of a smaller corridor, he was in front of me; his body blocking my way.
I crossed my arms and tilted my head looking up at him annoyed.
"'m sorry, sorry!" he breathed out to me. His face pleading with me to accept. "I didn't mean ta-"
"Sorry for what? wishing you you have let those guys raped me? Or wishing your brother should be the one stood here instead of you?" I pushed. He stayed quiet his eyes confused and pained.
"A didn't mean dat-"
"didn't mean what? to Insult me or rescue me?" I pressed annoyed.
"Bonnie- shit, I would never say that!"
"You just did Raph!"
"A' would never think that!" he growled "You're da best thing I eva had"
His voice dropped an octave in his frustrations.
He stayed quiet for a minute, his face hardened, his eyes heavy and down. I knew he couldn't word his apology; I knew he was trying as he paced in front of me. I knew he would hate himself for acting like a child.
I sighed, knowing I needed to take control of the situation. I rubbed my eyes and down along my nose.
"listen; were both, really tired…its been the longest day maybe we should just start again when were more awake "
Raph nodded to the floor, his face stubborn but pouting. His eyes were new; they were still angry, still frustrated as I looked to him waiting for him to answer me as silences shifted between us.
"if dat's what ya want" he mumbled lowly. I barked out a huff; his eyes returned to me.
"What I want is for you to never say stuff like that…" I mumbled looking down at my feet. I crossed my arms and brushed my hair back behind my ears.
His hand brought my chin back up to look at his face.
"You know I didn' mean it dat way" he said softly as I sighed.
Of course I did; I knew he was just angry.
I wasn't an idiot.
"I know Raph…I know- its alright" I told him swallowing the dry lump in my throat. His fingers brushed my chin gently then he moved away quickly, crossing his arms with a sigh.
"I jus… ain't used ta sharin'…" he breathed as I blew out an exaggerated huff.
"Jeeze- what am I a fucking sandwich?" I pressed again. I breathed out a sigh as I looked to him annoyed.
"Raph, I only wanted to know more about your brother…I wasn't gonna go throw my self on him!" I answered him strongly, shaking my head at his pettiness. My eyebrows pulled down into a line; his quick temper was something I was used to, but it had never been so directed before, so quick to jump to conclusions.
"You got a real issue with that" I carried on, although this time my voice was softer; I seemed to calm down under his pleading stare.
I waited for him to speak as he crossed his arms tighter, his teeth gritted. He seemed annoyed, upset as took a step closer towards him.
"I-I jus'…I ain't the most impressive outta the four of us…I didn't want ya to see all o' dem an' realise jus' 'ow…'ow useless I was…" he mumbled the sentence so quickly as he avoided my gaze. "ya even said it ya sel…Leo's a charmer…I ain't"
And inside my heart broke a little for him.
My hand found his cheek as I brought his face back round to mine.
"Your never useless Raph; ever, not to me- never to me" I told him as the edge of his eyes seemed to harden inwards a little.
"so I'm a little curious about your brothers- sue me!" I told him strongly. "But if you think I'm going to trade you for someone else, you're an idiot- you're my best friend…and if you even think about turning away from me…I'll beat you down with my baseball bat and lock you in my apartment" I laughed, his face brightened like the sunset; warm and glowing down at me, his smirk still in place but there was that look again- as if I was the best thing he had ever seen. I grinned.
"now who's da stalker?" he added quietly almost in a mumble. I smiled down to the floor.
"Next thing you know I'll be following you over the rooftops chasing your tail" I snickered; his eyes fell wide.
"Like hell ya will!" he growled as I laughed at his sharpness. I smiled to him loosening him up, he took a moment to shake his head and at, until he looked back up and he smiled back to me; all was settled and calm again.
"So- ya wanna go to bed?" he asked with a shrug.
Only if you come with me…
I bit my lip down hard stopping the words escaping as I swallowed and looked over his shoulder.
My mind far too curious and far too awake.
"Why don't you give me a tour?" I asked tilting my head to the side with a cheeky grin. His face fell back into its usual smirk.
How I loved that smirk.
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