Author's note: Yay! I managed to get this chapter out much sooner than the last... It turned out okay, I think... maybe. I dont know, you'll tell me though. I had a hard time getting in Raph's head here, so characterization may seem lacking in favor of overall story progression for this chapter. Sorry. Reviews are much appreciated, even if you dont plan to read any further, all thoughts and opinions are welcome. And lets be honest, pats on the back make me write faster cause then I know you're reading and ejoying it.
Warnings include: For this chapter, fondling, fingering, and masturbation.

I ran down the stairs of the subway station. There's too many people down here. I'm tryin' ta keep my head down so I don't draw attention ta myself, but keep my eyes up for that O'Neil woman at the same time. I'm in the middle of the crowd when the train shows up and everybody starts pushin' their way on. My eyes are dartin' all around, trying ta check out faces. Where the hell'd she go? I don't wanna board the train if she ain't on it, and I don't see her. That red hair and big purse are hard ta miss in this crowd of Wall Street yuppies in their suits, shoving me around, bumpin' me with their god damn briefcases.

Maybe she didn't come down here, maybe I just thought she was headed for the subway. I mean, I'd headed her off and cut in front of her, but shit. I mighta had this all wrong, I mighta fuckin' lost her. I been off my game lately.

The train cars are fillin' up fast and the crowd's dwindlin'. If she ain't here, I can't get in them cars headed off somewhere, stuck in there with all them people where I could easily be exposed. I can't take that chance. Nah, I been gettin' enough lectures from Splinter lately, I ain't takin' the chance.

The doors close and I turn ta head back up the steps and there the bitch is, skippin' down 'em. I feel like she's lookin' right at me, starin' right in my big green face, and I stop dead in my tracks as she comes closer ta me. There ain't no one left on the subway platform behind me and I push myself behind a column at the foot of the stairs. She rushes past me down the rest of the steps, lettin' me catch a whiff of her perfume on the way. All the rushin' in the world ain't stopping that subway train though and it takes off without her in tow.

"Great. Just great." She's mumblin' under her breath, but I hear her loud and clear.

It is just great. We're nice and alone, babe.

I'm about ta push out from behind the column and give this broad the scare of her life. I got my sai in my hand incase she starts screamin', makin' too much noise when I grab her. My fuckin' hands are sweatin' though, and for a second my head gets a little foggy. I'm freakin' out. I don't know what I'm gonna do once I get hold of her. I gotta get my other sai back though, and maybe some quick lip-ta-beak action. Slip my wide, flat tongue in her tiny little mouth for a second.

Fuck, I gotta stop thinkin' like that. Just the sai Raphael, just the sai.

I start ta count ta ten, tryin' ta take a few seconds ta steady my nerves and get my head tagether, but I ain't made it past four before a bunch of guys in black long-johns rush the stairs in near silence. Silence only a trained ninja could pull off. These asshole have gotta be hot as shit in those getups. They don't even glance at me as they surround the news lady from behind. I swear this woman has gotta be the worst fuckin' reporter on the planet, she wouldn't know the meaning of being alert if her life depended on it. And judgin' by the looks of these guys, it just might.

"We've been waiting for you, Miss O'Neil."

Who hasn't? Take a number and get in line buddy; I got first dibs on this bitch.

I peek out from behind the column ta watch, and the news lady smiles nervously.

She laughs at little as she asks, "What, am I behind on my Sony payments again?"

"Your mouth will bring you much trouble, Miss O'Neil," One of the ninjas says ta her.

No shit, fuckface?! This lady has ta get a clue. A bunch of goons are surrounding you in an empty subway station, no you aren't behind on your Sony payments, dumb-o. From the looks of it, you're about ta be mugged again, or this is gonna turn inta some kinda kinky gangbang that I won't be able ta get my slimy green dick in on.

I shake my head again, this time ta clear it. I don't know why I keep thinkin' like that about her. She ain't the best lookin broad in New York, and for sure wouldn't be my first choice if I had my pick of all the human women in it. But she'd smelled damn good coming down them stairs a minute ago. And all that red hair, it complimented me nice. She probably had real cool skin too, cool and soft.

"I deliver a message... Shut it."

I don't snap outta my thoughts till I hear the distinct sound of flesh meeting flesh. My head whips around again, the bastard slapped her. He put his fuckin' hands on her. Sounded like he popped her so hard he was trying smack that cute little dimple outta her chin. And now I'm growlin' low in my throat, my rage bubbling just under the surface. The hell does this fuck think he is, puttin' his hands on what's mine like that?

She pulls my sai from her giant purse, I shouldn't known she had it with her. Her little fist closed around in it, holdin' it all wrong, but I'm proud of her for at least tryin' ta defend herself this time. It only lasts a few seconds, before she's all too easily disarmed and my sai lands right next ta the column I'm hidin' behind. I'm too busy watchin' her though ta grab it. She's swinging that purse around like its got a brick in it, tryin' ta clobber those goons before they get the one up on her. It ain't until she's knocked out cold with one punch that my body catches up ta my brain and the fact that my sais layin' at my feet.

Come ta Papa.

I bend as quiet as I can and snake my arm out, my hand clutchin' and draggin my sai back ta me across the concrete floor. Yeah, I missed this cool steel in my hand. Having one only made me lonely for the other, but now, with both sais in my grip where they belong... fuck yes.

I take another peek at the O'Neil woman, laying there with those assholes circled around her, and I almost leave her there. Almost. I'd gotten what I came for, I don't need ta but inta this, it ain't my fight. Something about the way she's layin' there though, makes her look like she's sleepin'. Sleepin' and innocent. God only knows what these freaks'll do with her if I let 'em take her. They might even kill her.

If I take her, well, I ain't sure what I'll do with her either. I squeeze my eyes shut. Part of me ain't too sure she's better off with me. But at least I won't kill her.

I won't kill her.

I don't think on it any further before I'm springing from behind the column I'd been hiding behind and kickin' those goons asses up and down the subway platform. I know I got the jump on 'em. If they'd been expecting an attack it'da been a hell of a lot harder ta knock 'em all out so easily. I could tell that much by how silent they'd swooped in on the broad. These weren't your average, run of the mill, wannabe-ninja-thugs. Nah, these guys were well trained. Soon as I knock the last one out, I shove my sais in my belt and scoop up the reporter and her gym bag. She's better off with me. And holding her close ta me like this, up in my arms, fuck me, she smells good.

I ain't gonna kill her, just gonna take her home and smell her a little bit better. Bury my beak in her neck and take all the whiffs I want, then dump her in the tunnels somewhere.

There's a subway train coming and I hurry ta get onta the tracks before it makes it ta the station. I jump from the platform, careful with the broad in my arms, the wind kickin' up around us making her scent hit me even harder before I push us inta the tiny bit of space underneath the platform and between the tracks before the train comes. When it passes, I bolt down the tunnel as fast my legs will carry me and her and her gym bag. It's a lot of weight, and my senses are on overload from her scent and the feel of her cool skin against my palms. I knew she'd have cool skin. This is the first touch of a woman I've ever gotten and its drivin' me wild in every way possible.

I'm nearly ta the fork in the tunnel where it splits off inta two different directions, one leading back ta the lair, the other leadin' ta some filth infested sewage heap, when I think I hear something behind me. I stop and turn around, but I don't see nothin'. This whole shit's got me edgy. I mean, I'm kidnappin' a news reporter just ta smell her at my leisure... and maybe run my hands over some of this cool skin, cause now that I'm touchin' it, fuck if I wanna stop. Of course I'm edgy. I shrug it off and keep goin', hurrying. My arms are startin' ta strain under her weight. It ain't that she's heavy, it's that I gotta carry dead weight.

By the time I get the lair and inta the main room, my arms are ready ta give out and I gotta put her down on the couch a second. I can't move her anymore until I get some circulation back in my arms. I shrug outta my coat, tryin' ta get my arms from being constricted in the fabric to help 'em recover quicker, before takin' my hat off and tossin' it across the room.

Damn, she looks peaceful like that though, spread out on my sofa, sleepin' like an angel with all that red hair bathing her face. I can't help but kneel down in next ta her and brush a couple strands off her cheek. She's got such prominent cheek bones that I let my thumb linger there for a minute before I bring it up ta touch the knot on her forehead where that fuckin' asshole punched her a knocked her out.

Christ, from the looks of that thing she's gonna be out for hours.

I give my hands a shake, trying ta shake out the cramps in my arms. I gotta get her inta my room if I'm gonna enjoy the little bit of time I'm gonna have checkin' this broad out before she comes to.

"Leo?!" I call out for my brother, tryin' ta make sure nobody's around. I cant pick this lady up again just yet, my arms are still too tired. And the last thing I want is ta be caught with her. If Leo answer's back that'll at least give me a few seconds, and enough of an adrenaline rush ta scoop her up and shove her somewhere before he comes out ta see what's going on.

There ain't no answer.

"Donnie?! Mikey?!"

Still nothin'.

I'm startin' ta get the impression I'm here alone. Good.

I rest one of my hands on the board's knee while I lean over her and give her neck a good, long sniff. Fuck she smells so good I cant stand it, and my hand starts ta caress up and down her bare calf as I go in for another whiff. Her hair this time. Shampoo and sweat mix in my nostrils, and the smell's so insane that my eyes literally roll back in my head so hard that my eye lids flutter.

It ain't until I feel a tightening in my lower plastron that I realize what's happening. I'm gettin' totally turned on by her scent, and I pull away from her enough ta get some air.

"Leo?!" I'm startin' ta panic. If he comes out here and catches me smellin' this bitch up, fuck knows what he'll think of me. I mean, hell, I'm already sure he thinks I'm a fucked in the head, no reason ta confirm it for him.

No one answers me though.

I'm restin' on my haunches starin' down at this woman, my hand's still running up her calf and I let it. I let it keep feeling that cool skin against my palm. It slides up further, past her knee, up her skirt a little before her skin starts ta feel warm ta the touch. I may not be human, but I ain't no dummy when it comes ta human anatomy. I know where ta touch ta find warmth if that's what I'm lookin' for.

Is that what I'm lookin' for? I don't even know anymore. I don't know anything past the fact that I love how she smells, and how she smells is making dick twitch. That realization is enough ta send me in for another round, my beak shoved against her neck, running up over her jaw ta her ear.

A soft churr escapes my lips and my tongue slips from my mouth ta flick her ear lobe. Shit, even her ears are cool. Yeah, I do want a warm spot, I need something warm ta contrast all this cool skin. It's that need that sends my hand further up her skirt and between her legs before my brain catches up ta what I'm doing. I have a quick moment of guilt, a second where I realize what the fuck I'm doin' and know I need ta stop. But its stomped out as quick as it came when I realize the bitch doesn't have any panties on.

Oh Miss O'Neil, you really are easy.

My dick is straining against my slit, the head's already poking out and leakin' precum down my plastron.

Fuck, I need ta stop. Stop it, Raphael. This isn't right. It's not. This isn't me. This isn't me.

I can't pull myself away from her warmth though, and my thick green finger plunges between her folds and enters her. That's all it takes for my beak ta find its way ta her mouth and I start kissing at it, licking at her lips, smelling at her neck.

My dick spills from its hiding place and I churr inta her neck as the cold air assaults it before my free hand wraps around it, spreading my precum over the hard green shaft as I start ta stroke myself in time with the finger on my other hand that's pumping inta her.

Fuck yes. Fuck, its so good. It all feels so good! I never thought I'd have this moment, I never thought I'd have a beautiful broad underneath me letting me get off on her.

But she wasn't really letting me, I mean, she was knocked out. Any other way and this wouldn't be happening, would it? No, there was no other way this would be happening. The only way for me ta get my rocks off was with an unconscious news reporter. I'm gettin' my rocks off with an unconscious news reporter.

This isn't right. But something about that thought makes my dick pulse harder in my hand and my finger pump her faster as I continue ta hover over her on my knees while I stroke and paw at myself.

This isn't me. I don't want ta do this, this isn't me. But I can't pull my hand off my dick, and I can't pull my finger outta her. She's so damn soft and warm and wet around my finger that I need ta know what she'll feel like around my dick.

I don't wanna do this!

"Leo!" I call out again. He needs ta be home, he needs ta hear me so this can stop. He's gotta hear me, this has gotta stop. "Leo, please," my cry's frantic and pleading and I think I might be on the verge of tears. But the louder I scream for my brother, the harder I pull on my dick and the closer I get ta cummin' all over the floor. I need this ta stop. "Leo, please. Leo, ya gotta be home! I don't know what I'm doin'!" My pleas are strangled and desperate as they fly from my lips.

It's a second before I hear him answer me and a wave of relief floods through me before a second wave of panic hits and I pull my finger outta the news lady and start trying ta force my erection back inside my shell.

"What, Raph?!"

He's makin' his way out here, takin' his sweet ass time and I don't know if I'm grateful or not. I needed this ta stop, so on the one hand I'm grateful that his presence is putting a halt ta my actions but on the other he's takin' so long that I'm afraid I might try ta touch her again.

I get my dick tucked away. It's so fuckin' hard in my shell that it hurts, and something about that continues ta turn me on. It hurts so bad, and the pain turns me on. That's the only thought swimming through my head as I pull O'Neil's skirt down hastily before Leo's bedroom door opens and my arousal fully diminishes. As soon as he sees the woman on the couch, his eyes widen.

"Are you crazy?!"

Fuck, bro, if you only knew, you wouldn't have ta ask.