For this little drabble, I want to capture the (sexual) tension that there is between April and Raphael. Boy, why were there so many cuts in Ninja Turtles 2014 of Raphril!
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Chapter One: Crazy in Love

I wait for him. It is exactly 2:03AM. The moon is still shining brightly through my window to my bed. I cannot wait for him to arrive, to greet me with his infamous side smirk as his signature toothpick pokes out. I desperately text him, I need you. His reply was short, coming in twenty. I sigh and try to distract myself as I wait for him. I begin to look around my room, seeing if it looks presentable. I tidy up before he arrives, even though I know he does not care what my room looks like since by the end of our meeting, it will be a hot mess. I pick up some journalism books off the floor, put them back in their appropriate spot on the bookshelf, and then I look at myself on the full length mirror behind the closed door. I feel—pretty. My long dark hair is wavy, but a little messy. I am wearing an oversized NYU t-shirt. No pants or bra, just black laced panties underneath. I go by my bed again and lay on my back.

He always comes when I tell him to. He is always there for me when I need him. The truth is…I am addicted. He is my new addiction, and I need him…every second of the day. He is big, strong, rough, and I love that. He's got me going so crazy right now. I stare at my painted green nails. I notice that they are chipped. I should really repaint them. What color? Maybe red or yellow—or both?

I sit up, legs dangling from the edge facing away from the window. I cannot wait for him much longer. I need him. If he's not here soon— knock knock. Immediately, I rush towards the window and smile at him. He gives a little wave. I quickly let him in. His enormous body barely fits through, but he does so successfully; as always. He enters and shuts the window behind him. We just stare at each other; nothing else matters anymore once he steps though that window. It is just me and him. I stare at his big broad body. His bulging muscles appear more define under the moonlight cascading from the window. He is wearing his armor, as if he is ready to battle. His eyes are my favorite feature of him. His bright green-golden eyes staring back at my blue ones. His scar above his lip attracts me. He is missing his toothpick. I just want to guide my lips to that scar until I hear him moaning my name endlessly. He removes his sais and sets them down on top of the bookshelf next to the window. He looks back at me.

Through an act of need, I launch myself at him; I wrap my arms around his bulging biceps and kiss him deeply on his wide mouth. He reacts fast and wraps himself around me. We continue to kiss as I step back in order to lead him to the bed.

He forcefully throws me on the bed and I just look at up him. There it is—the lust in his eyes. I can tell that he feels the need coming up from him. He needs me just as much as I need him. We are crazy for each other. From the moment I saw him, I knew that we had a spark, sexually. He lowers towards me and positions himself between my thighs, and kisses me. His kisses are my personal drugs. I need more. There is no going back now. I need more.

He starts to pull my shirt up, showing him my laced panties, his favorite kind. He touches me, everywhere. He is making me go crazy for him. His kisses are saving me though. I need him, so much. I begin to moan as he kisses my lower belly, up to my chest. He then begins to suck on my right breast while massaging the other. His right hand begins to massage my inner thigh. He knows how to make me feel good.

"Raph…Raph…uhh, keep going, keep going." I pant. There is nothing else to say, I am hooked. He says nothing, but continues his ministrations with an occasional grunt as I moan out his name. He starts to suck my other breast as I begin to rock my hips upward towards his lower part of his body. I then lift my legs to wrap myself around him, to hint that I want him; now.

—-

He releases with a lustful sigh.

He looks at me and I look back at him. There is nothing more to say or do at this point. My needs are not there anymore, until next time. He releases his grip on my hips and pulls out. He shifts to the other side of the bed; I begin to cuddle him. He loves that, we both do. We rest like that for a while; thinking about nothing, absolutely nothing. We fall asleep in each other's arms.

I open my eyes as the sun begins to appear, blinding me. It is day time now. I lift myself up and see him beginning to put on his armor.

"I hafta go now." He says softly.

"Oh." I reply disappointedly. I sit up trying to cover myself with the white sheets.

"Same time, to-marrow?" He looks at me, his eyes pleading for me to say yes.

"Of course, Raph. I'll be waiting." I wink at him.

He grunts. He reaches for the window. Before he leaves though, he quickly turns and walks towards me and leans down to kiss me as his right hand gently cups my cheek. This kiss is different though. It is not rough or playful or lustful as we mostly do, but it is—romantic. No tongue, no roughness, just pure chaste love. He pulls back and reveals his rare smile. I smile back. He walks back to the window, slides it up and steps outside. He shuts the window and waves goodbye. I wave back and he leaves. I lay back onto my pillows, clutching the white sheet closer to my bare chest. I reach up and touch my swollen lips. Uh oh, there it is again. The need is coming back. I am not sure if I can handle it until later tonight. I have to be patient. I have to be strong. My drugs will be back.

Oh no, I just realized something. Something that I thought I could never experience in this strictly physical relationship.

I'm crazy in love.

I'm thinking of writing a part two, showing Raphael's POV, though we shall see.

Thanks so much for reading!
Constructive criticism is welcomed, as I would like to better my writing.