Silvarbelle prompted: "Firsts:: RaphxAngel, first kiss. =D
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This is set in 2k12, and Angel is inspired by an amazing artist, ActionKiddy, and her take on a 2k12 Angel.
"Put me down, Raph, I hadn't finished with those punks!" She beat her fists against his shell as he pelted across the rooftops, her wiggling form slung securely his shoulder.
He was tempted to swat her rear end, but grit his teeth and restrained himself.
"Damnit, Angel, don't you know better than to go up against a mob of Foot by yourself?" he growled at her, judging they had finally eluded the pursuers in numbers great enough even Raphael conceded he couldn't take them all on at once by himself and coming to a halt, tossing her unceremoniously onto the dusty rooftop.
She scowled at him from where she splayed, that lock of purple hair falling into her flashing violet eyes, her brown skin flushed with rage and resentment. He felt a little tug on his heart and stubbornly folded his arms across his plastron, refusing to back down an inch, no matter how weak-kneed she made him feel.
"Whaddya know, ya big dumb lug?" she snapped back, springing to her feet and dusting off the ripped leggings she wore. "I had everything under control."
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Right. So I guess the part where you were cornered and about to be carved into mincemeat was all part of your master plan?"
"Got it in one, buster," she folded her arms pertly and stuck her nose in the air, her infuriating propensity to deny any wrongness driving him nuts as it always did, even as her defiance simultaneously fired him with admiration.
"Well, next time, I'll just keep going in that case, see how well that works out for ya," he drawled as she stuck her tongue out at him. Then he plucked her baseball cap from where he'd wedged it under his belt, tossed it to her with a casual flick of the wrist. "Here's your stupid precious hat."
She caught it with a look of astonishment and he realised she hadn't seen him retrieve it for her, that she thought it was gone. He doesn't even know why he'd bothered - it had been a moment of risk he could ill-afford, but then again he liked that kinda thing and he knew how much she loved that dumb cap.
"You're welcome," he said with another eyeroll after she just stared at the cap in her hands for a long moment, blinking disbelievingly. "Now forget it if you expect me to walk you home as well as save your ass tonight - I'm already late and mpfhwww!"
In two steps, Angel had bounded to his side, flung her arms around his neck and pressed her brown lips to his mouth. He barely had time to register he was being kissed by a girl for the first time in his life before he felt a hot flush roar up through his body and boil in his cheeks just as his knees buckled and every inch of him tingled in the wake of the warm, soft touch of that lovely mouth against his own. Raphael had always thought kissing was some dumb, human thing but he couldn't deny he'd been curious. After all, how could he not be when kissing was everywhere. He never could've expected it could feel so - so sweet though.
As Angel drew away, grinning up at him with devilish mischief, he could only gape at her, still flushed, still tingling, and realised he wanted more.
"So that's how to get you to shut up," she said triumphantly. "I'll remember that. Walk me home?" She stuck her hand out towards his and cocked her head coquettishly, and dumbly he nodded, and took it.
