Raphael's brain cells were exploding in millions of nerve tingles. He couldn't think or regulate his breath. His blood was boiling in his veins, his pulse climbing up to new heights. He couldn't feel anger, or pain, or anguish, or any of the usual occupational perceptions he was so used to, every singe day of his life. He didn't want to open his eyes, afraid that the unbelievable thing which was happening might evaporate as if it was just a mere dream, and for the millionth time he would wake up in his hammock, frustrated, irreversibly disappointed… and alone.

It took all of his might, all of his practiced concentration to keep himself in check and not end up doing something he might regret later. What was happening was not only improbable and unlikely, it was something he was sure would never happen to him. Him - a mutant, a monster…

But against all odds, there she was…

The sensation of April's fingers slowly sliding down his plastron, tracing the ridges of his chest plates caused him to lose his breath time and time again. The smell of her hair was driving him insane! With a mischievous stare in her eyes, licking her lips, and moving those tempting hips of hers, the redhead was doing things to him, things he would only imagine in his wildest fantasies. The sensations she was making him experience by a simple touch of her hand! It was all too much…

Sure enough he was unable to get a hold of himself and control his own body. He could not stop the inevitable growl that was beginning to take form within his chest. Embarrassed, and pretending to clear his throat, in a miserable attempt to disguise the sounds of his arousal, Raphael stole a quick look to see her reaction.

With a quirky smile April placed one slim finger on his lips: "What might that mean, my yummy little mutant?!" Then she leaned into him and bringing her beautiful freckled face close to his snout, she softly lipped his lower lip, not kissing but clearly letting him know the question was strictly rhetorical.

At this, Raphael lost all self-control and freezing in place, sharply inhaled. April's tongue mocking his distress, was now traveling down his neck, her lips nipping his skin, her teeth biting here and there, causing the turtle to gasp and chirr even louder. April! Beautiful, amazing, gentle April… so pure… so sexy… was lustfully sucking and nibbling his neck, massaging his biceps and groping him all over. Her hands were everywhere! Raphael was beside himself, confused with the sudden turn of events and blinded by his enraging hormones. He imagined this scenario in his head so many times, spending many nights clutching his pillow, taking numerous cold showers, restraining himself in multiple occasions. And now he was here. In her bed. For real. She was on top of him. Naked and throbbing. There was only one thing on her mind. And it was him!

Involuntarily and absolutely surprising his own self, Raphael suddenly got a hold of her hips, bringing an immediate stop to her teasing: "April…" The poor turtle seemed to forget how to use his tongue in the means of human speech, "Ah… I…" Somewhat reluctantly and gently he pushed away. Her hands were still enclosing his neck, thighs hugging his pelvis. She meant business. "Okay!" He was trying to catch his breath, "What… (exhale) what's happenin'?!"

"What do you mean?" April's swollen lips curled up a little, "Does this need any more explanation?" Her hand went in between his legs and grabbed his left thigh as much as her little palm could catch. She squeezed, gently but firmly massaging the spot.

Raph gulped. Caught her stare, driving her attention away from his crotch and toward his face. Regulating his breath, he said: "April, don' get me wrong! I want 'dis! I really do… " He stopped himself, took another breath and went on: "Question is: 'dis what'chu want? 'Cuz you been drinking.. and…"

April's expression turned serious: "You've been drinking too!"

"Yeah.. but that's not the point!" He touched her face with the back of his hand, softly and with care, "I don' wan' you to get hurt!"

"Who said anything about hurting anyone?" The redhead grinned, taking a hold of his hand on her face and sucking on one of the green fingers, "Don't you want to know what it's like?" Her face, with its red cheeks and enumerable tiny freckles, obtained an offended expression: "Don't you want to?" Rosy lips sealed in a thin short line of offense.

That straight forward question set the frustrated mutant into a corner. Of course he wanted her. If he knew anything in his life, this was for sure: he wanted her! Then why did it feel so… so misplaced. Is this a mistake? An appetizing, juicy mistake, sure to fulfill all of his sexual fantasies? Because everything would be changed forever between them. Nothing will be the same. He won't be the same! This may be his one in a life time opportunity… But what if it didn't work? What if… What if he hurt her? Caused her pain… He quickly drove those thoughts away. How could he ever hurt her? And how could he say no to those big glistening eyes, her flushed face and that stubborn quivering bottom lip.

Raphael smiled a nervous short-lived smile: "How can I eva' say no to you?"

Her expression changed again, "Then what are we waiting for?" Small delicate fingers trailed down the length of green muscular arms, and cupping the huge three-fingered palms, she moved them from her hips and toward her breasts. Raphael could feel how April's heartbeat quickened at his touch. Still constrained, he gazed into her eyes: "Aren't you scared… of this?"

"Scared?" Single reddish eyebrow arched, "Scared of what? Of you? My closest friend? The person who saved my life uncountable times… who has always been there for me, offering a helping hand, a protective shell!?"

She kept her palms on top of his, gently caressing her own body. Raphael smiled sheepishly but didn't respond. April smiled back at him: "Raph?" He looked back at her… "Kiss me..!" Her face drove closer again, so that he could see the mesmerizing design of her cute freckles when her lips rested on his. And this time Raphael allowed himself to cut loose. He kissed April, doing that meaningfully for the very first time. And it was all he ever imagined. She was soft and gentle, and her lips tasted like summer breeze, whipped cream and freshly baked vanilla muffins.

But this was not a ninjitsu skill. And his natural sense of rage, which became so habitual to him that he couldn't even imagine a single moment in his life without it, could not help him on this. This was a whole new territory for Raphael. He didn't feel in control. He didn't even feel moderately sure of himself. To his own surprise and bewilderment, he discovered in himself an uncanny gentle nature, a covert softness buried deep inside.

Stroking and caressing April's delightful body, he could clearly sense the gradual descend of his aggressive character, and an awakening of a new form. A better and improved form of himself. He was becoming a being of love and affection, of value and aspiration. Not some unfortunate scientific mistake… As if all his life up until now he was pursuing some vague goal, never knowing what he was looking for, always searching for answers in complete darkness. And then, wham! He has finally found it. This something, always missing in his life, the lost piece of the puzzle, his inevitable salvation… was April!

The chirr from the depth of his body was little by little letting know of itself again, reminding him of his natural animalistic qualities. He tried to suppress his urge and the uncomfortable pressure at the lower part of his shell between his legs. But several minutes into what they were doing: April's lips drinking his, delicate hands traveling on his skin, long polished nails scratching his shell, and Raphael could no longer hold it back. He was right away so embarrassed by his body's abruptness, that he procrastinated and apologetically looked at the girl's face. She didn't miss out on that, and the reaction was immediate: she slyly smiled at the stressed, almost frightened fire in his emerald eyes, and sneakingly pushed her hands down his carapace, locking them on the newly emerged organ.

Raphael has never seen as many flashes and sparks in front of his eyes before. Not when he was being smacked on the head by Splinter's staff for misbehaving, nor when he was fighting with Leo on one of the occasions of their ever occurring 'misunderstandings', nor even the time he fell off his bike breaking his limbs and getting a concussion. This was something else. Something new. Something excruciatingly exciting. And he needed time to process it… But why was he thinking of his dad and his stupid arrogant brother at a time like this?! Wait, was April saying something? What was she saying..?

"Wow, Raph! You're… it's… HUGE!"

Her voice emerged from somewhere far away. And Raphael suddenly came to realize that his eyes were shut. When did he shut his freaking eyes?! Can he even control his body anymore? What was she doing to him?! He scarcely opened his eyes and looked at the redhead in his lap, sitting up suddenly motionless. Her expression confused him even more. She was surprised..? Amazed? Apprehensive? He stared at her, considering the situation. Then stared down at her hands around his…

"Ssssorry…" – was all his infiltrated brain could come up with.

The girl gazed at the glassy emerald of the turtle's wide-open distressed eyes and… began to laugh. She began to laugh! Her shrill voice rang in his ears, paralyzing his very soul. He tried to remove himself from her embrace, wanted to run away and hide… but she held her grip on him, groping his shaft from all the angles, announcing between giggles and gasps: "Raph! Haha.. I am… Ah! Hehehe.. seriously.. Oh! So impressed!"

Dumbfounded, the turtle struggled to make sense of what was happening. And how in the name of the holy mutation he could stop her from making that terrifying noise.

"Oh my gosh, Raphael!" – she went on, "I never imagined.." – but she never completed the sentence, revealing what it was that she never imagined, because green muscular hands turned her over onto her back and pushed her down into the pillows.

April squealed and let go, as Raphael was forcefully pinning her to the mattress, towering above her fragile body. The laughter stopped. "I see you finally mean business, my little yummy mutant…" – she said, smiling widely in anticipation.

He needed to act fast. Do something. Take control of the situation.

Placing a hand on her cheek, he touched her parted lips. She licked and nodded, encouraging him to go on. He trailed the curves of her body down to her hips and lower, resulting in a little moan on her behalf. Maybe he was doing the right thing after all… She opened her legs wide and closes her eyes. Raphael hesitated, but his curiosity took over, not to mention the appetizing smell penetrating his nostrils and telling his body how and what to do next. His fingers brushed over the bushy softness at the crossroad of her long legs.

"Pleeeease, Raph…" – a slow whisper erupted from her lips, as she pulled him down and guided him to lie beside her. Then she kissed him. This time the kiss was long and lustful. She didn't play games anymore. Their tongues did all the playing. Then as if knowing and understanding his confused embarrassment, as if she was aware of his thoughts, of his current insecurity, she kept one of her legs bent in the knee, allowing him easy and open excess, and started touching herself.

What is she doing? Oh, shell… Raphael was losing his mind all over again. He followed her lead and grabbed himself. At what April smiled sweetly and gently placed his other hand on top of hers. Resulting in him touching her, touching herself. Then reassuringly looking into his eyes, she guided his hand inside the warm embrace of her sex. She was showing him… how and what to do. Between her spread legs she caught one of his thick fingers and attached it to a small bulge at the upper center of her organ. And when catching on, Raph began gently stroking it, April's reaction took his breath away. She arched her back like a pampered cat and softly moaned into his ear. Encouraged, remembering all the dirty movies they were forbidden to watch while growing up (but he and Mike of course secretly watched anyway), Raphael lowered his head and slightly licked one of her nipples. April's reaction was incredible: she murmured something that sounded like she was cussing and moved her hips up resulting in his fingers going deeper into her, as she was still controlling his hand.

Raphael couldn't stop himself from inhaling sharp, as he felt his body moving as if on its own in unison with hers. There was nothing more in the world except for April and her sweet moisture softness around his fingers. He wanted to be inside her! He never wanted anything more in his entire life. But he was afraid. Afraid of himself. Of what he might do. Of hurting her… He'll just concentrate on making her feel good then. He sucked the second nipple into his mouth, this time making April moan and wheeze. Her hands, leaving his hands be, moved around a bit eventually getting a dead grip on his shell, as she flipped the both of them on top of her bed.

"You're a big tease, Raphael…" Her voice sounded different from what he was used to, "But I'm done playing around… I want you… now!" Her lips were on his again, he didn't even have the opportunity to object. Her hands moved so fast, directing him inside her. It was overwhelming as much as it was satisfying. He was not worried of hurting her anymore, it was all so fluent and smooth. Raphael melted into her as soon as he had his first taste, his first thrust. And after that he didn't stop.