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The one thing Alice found the hardest to do was sleep in unfamiliar territory. She'd been out for no more than an hour before she was awake, tossing and turning. She tossed the blankets off of her heated body then burrowed back under them ten minutes later. She went from her side, to her back, back to her side then huffed out her agitation before exiting the bed. The whole lair was quiet save for some snores coming from the direction of the turtles rooms. Easing her way down the stairs she decided to explore some more. She passed a half-pipe used for skateboarding as well as the large monitors used for television and the super computer.
Peeking around one corner she saw Donatello, asleep, arms folded over on his desk so that he could rest his head on them. Not wanting to wake someone sleeping without knowing what they'd do to her, she left. She knew that if someone tried to wake her up while in blissful sleep she'd tear their head off then feed it to the nearest wild animal.
She passed through the small kitchen without a second glance. It was a typical kitchenette and nothing out of the ordinary save for the vast amount of cereal on the shelves. It wasn't until she got to what she considered a training room that she started to become quite impressed. The mats below her feet were cushioned, yet firm enough to hurt if she landed hard upon the surface. Keeping yourself from face planting on the floor and enduring a little pain was enough incentive for her to train her hardest and have her opponent on the floor instead. There were a couple practice dummies that had some holes in them as well as heavy punching bags hanging from stands as well as resting on floor stands. Wooden poles of various heights to practice what Alice figured to be balance were in one corner while a large set of weights were in another. Finally, on one wall, was an assortment of weapons. Swords like katanas and ninjaken were resting innocently in their sheaths while throwing stars and sai gleamed dangerously even in the dark. Nunchaku, bo staffs, daggers, hand claws, as well as the sickle throwing thing that she couldn't remember the name of were displayed… these guys had everything!
Where the hell did they get it? Some of the weapons on the wall would sell for a nice chunk of change. If they stole it, Alice was having a nice long 'conversation' with Raphael about a pot and kettle.
Finding her way back to the kitchen she found the digital clock on the coffeemaker that read four thirty in the morning. Knowing that she wasn't going to fall asleep she easily found the grounds and started a pot of coffee. She was happy to see they preferred the bold flavors and while the coffee percolated she rushed back to her room to change. She kept the same sweatpants on but ditched her shirt for a sports bra, black tank, and her favorite button-up Yankee's jersey with A-Rod's number on the back.
Digging further into her bag she found her phone and laptop and brought them both to the kitchen. She paused in the doorway when seeing Donatello, steaming cup of coffee in his hands, sitting at the table.
"You're up early," he said when she finally moved setting her stuff on the table.
"Couldn't really sleep," she answered grabbing one of the mugs she saw in an open cupboard. She gestured to the coffee. "You mind?"
"By all means," said Donatello, gesturing toward her with his mug. "Go ahead."
As she filled her cup his curious gaze went over the phone and laptop.
"Have you used them yet?"
"No," she answered.
"Good. In case Karai has her men tracking your data footprint, I'd like to scramble your phone signal so that you number can't be traced as well as your computer."
"Don't worry Donatello, I've taken the necessary precautions to enable the safety of my whereabouts."
"Know your way around a computer, huh?" He then made a face and shifted uncomfortably in his chair while she smirked. "I… suppose you do…"
"Worried I might steal all your secrets, Donatello?" she asked in a teasing manner enjoying the small amount of discomfort on his face while sipping her coffee.
"No. It's just… I'm sorry. This is just going to get some getting used to on my part. No offense to you its just we usually put thieves in jail…"
"But I'm all special and stuff," she said with a grin.
"Right…" He smiled, albeit a little uneasily. She continued to drink her coffee, looking nothing of the threat Raphael deemed her to be in her current state of attire as well as the nonchalant way she sat in the chair, hair slightly rumpled.
"Would you mind if I double check your safety precautions?"
"Don't trust me?" she asked, slowly setting her cup down and opening her laptop.
"No! I mean, yes! I… I just want to make sure."
"I get it, calm the babble," she said teasingly, making him blush slightly. She trailed her finger over the touchpad and a few clicks as well as keystrokes later she was twisting her computer around to face him. He leaned forward, face turning from puzzled to awed: eyes widening when taking in the multi-screens streaming constant data. "You approve?"
"This is amazing! How did you come up with this?"
"A year ago a fellow thief managed to hack my system and not only steal the schematics I had for future jobs, but also contacts they managed to sway to their service. Grand finale? An A-Bomb of a virus that totally short circuited my computer, rendering it useless."
"Ouch," said Donatello, wincing.
"I got my revenge three months later stealing a 50million dollar painting right from under his nose and selling it to the highest bidder."
Donatello couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped his mouth as he slid her computer back to her. Alice joined in the laughter, closing her laptop before reaching her phone. She frowned when seeing three missed calls from her sister and made a note to call her at a more reasonable hour. It was probably just to chastise her for her occupational choices again and she wasn't in the mood to hear it because perhaps if she WASN'T a thief she wouldn't be in the pickle she was in now.
She tiled her head to the side when hearing a low, thumping sound approaching from behind her. Donatello sat up straighter in his chair as the final thump, the sound of wood hitting concrete, sounded in the doorway.
"Good morning, Sensei," said Donatello.
"Good morning my son," greeted the rat as he slowly made his way to a free chair. Donatello quickly vacated his seat and started a pot of tea on the stove. Splinter smiled his thanks. "You are both up early."
"I couldn't sleep. New places usually keep me awake for a while," explained Alice.
"Understandable," said Splinter, casting a worried look at his son. "Donatello?"
"I was on my way to my room to catch a few more winks of sleep when I smelled coffee. I decided I wanted that more than sleep."
"Sorry," said Alice.
"No worries. If I'm tired I can take a nap after training."
"You will be joining us?" asked Splinter.
"Yeah," said Donatello. "It's been too long."
"Agreed. I believe I made an error in judgment giving all my sons the right to choose whether they wanted to train or not. Though today will be more centered toward the mind than the physical body, I will not stop you if you should decide to do morning katas then spar with your brother."
"Raph?" asked Donatello, looking a little nervous.
"No, Dude, me!" said a cheery Michelangelo who darted to the refrigerator for some orange juice.
"Mikey! You're up! And the sun isn't even up yet…"
"I'm too pumped. I'm SO ready to see her in action," said Mikey, punching the air. "After what Raph and her said I'm ready to see some fireworks."
"Not literally I hope," said Donatello. "We once had the emergency sprinklers go off when I accidentally set my lab on fire. It took us days to clean everything up."
"Yeah, totally short circuited all my video game consoles too," said Mikey with a pout.
"We will be working more in matter of the mind," rasped Splinter as Donatello put his first cup of tea in front of him. "To calm the power within her, perhaps help Miss. Alice in the process of accepting this joining."
"Anything to keep me from bursting into flames would be a great help," said Alice.
"I plan on also testing your endurance and ability in other areas than just the mind, if you will allow me to."
Alice smiled, her eyes meeting Splinters. "Hit me with your best shot."
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Alice fought the desire to yawn for the tenth time. She wasn't sure how long she'd been sitting there, cross-legged with her eyes closed, trying to empty her mind. Small things would distract her, the sounds of footsteps or a clearing of the throat but now that Mikey and Donatello were sparring it was even harder to concentrate. Well that and the desperate need she had in her gut to take hold of her sword, which was upon her back. Meditation was never her thing, probably due to the fact that since she was a little girl she could never sit still. Sighing deeply she popped open an eye to see that Splinter sat stock-still without even a single hair on his furry body moving.
Suddenly, his eyes opened, and she tried to close her eyes, but his barely hidden chuckle let her know she'd been caught. She opened her eyes and gave him an apologetic look but he waved her off before standing and she quickly got to her feet.
"The only one of my sons that have truly done his best to master the art of meditation is Leonardo. Donatello does his best and my other sons… let's just say that after all these years I'm still trying to teach them."
"Raphael found me," said Alice, unsure as to why she was defending the Watcher.
"Indeed he did," said Splinter with a twitch of his whiskers. "Perhaps there is hope for him after all."
"Oh, oh, oh are you done with all that boring meditation stuff?" asked Mikey, suddenly there and bouncing excitedly."Can we start things on fire now?"
Splinter and Donatello shook their heads while Alice just smiled.
"During my meditations I focused on your energy. I will admit that it is dimming in the ways of being obvious that you contain that power. It is still within you, but no longer beaconing to be found as strongly as before."
"Well that's good… right?" asked Alice.
"Indeed," said Splinter. "Now, I wish to see some of these skills you possess. Michelangelo?"
Michelangelo came forward, slightly tightening his bandana before taking a stance.
"No weapons," said Splinter. "I wish to see the skills you possess without the aid of the sword."
"All right," she said, easing to her feet. She gave Mikey a bright smile of which he returned. His smile fell, however, when she lashed out with a right hook. He easily ducked it, moving quickly out of her way. He bounced on the balls of his feet while she calculated her next move.
"Well what're ya waitin' for?" asked Mikey, his childish air making her roll her eyes.
"Nothing," she answered before quickly twisting to the side, punching first at the side of his head then to the chest area. He blocked each swing as well lifting his leg to block a half-hearted kick aimed at his knee. She thrust her open palm out at him and he gave what sounded like a squeal while sailing in the air, landing hard on his shell.
"Ow…" he groaned.
"Are you okay?" asked a panicked Alice, rushing to his side. Donatello was already there, helping him up.
"Peachy," he groaned. "That sure was a wallop of a punch."
"I'm sorry! Really! I didn't know I hit you that hard!" She looked down at her hands. "It must've been my powers activating. I didn't mean for them to."
"Quite impressive," said Splinter. "Are you willing to continue on?"
"Really? Are you sure?" asked Alice. "Not… mad or anything?"
"Relax Dudette! No harm no foul."
Michelangelo stood up but winced and rubbed his plastron just as Raphael came in.
"What happened to you?" he asked.
"Got the wind knocked outta me by your girlfriend."
"Really?" Raphael's gaze fell upon Alice. Then he frowned and smacked the back of Michelangelo's head. "She's NOT my girlfriend."
"Miss Alice has shown that she has incredible strength and I was about to have her demonstrate with Donatello her defensive skills."
"But…" Alice smirked, pulling her Yankee jersey off over her head to reveal her tank top. "I'm willing to take you on instead."
"Oh, really?" He cracked his knuckles. "You sure that's wise? Wouldn't want to make ya cry."
"Oh please," she snorted as they started circling each other. Mikey and Don quickly stepped back, each recognizing the predatory way Raphael was stalking Alice. Funny thing? She seemed to be doing the same to him. Even Splinter faded to the background, curious to see where this would go. "Maybe before you could've had me but now?" She brought up her fists. "Game. ON."
"No weapons?"
"None."
"Oh THIS is gunna be fun," he said, eyes gleaming.
"Yeah… oh, and Raphael?" Fast as lightning she gave a sharp, right hook. He stumbled back, hand going to his jaw. His glare deepened as she flexed her hand, smug smirk on her face. "If anyone is going to cry… it's going to be you."
Unbeknownst to them, Raphael's brothers shared a look and took another step back. It was like back in the day when Leo was around and with the way they were eyeing each other like sharks in the water they knew someone was probably going to get hurt.
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With a roar, Raphael launched himself at Alice, but where she'd been before, she wasn't. Put off guard he grunted when her knee met the abdominal area of his plastron, making him wince but he managed to grab her wrist and twist her arm around so that her back was to his front. She tried to free her wrist but he had a good grip on it so she brought her foot up and hooked it around his knee and pulled it forward as she leaned back. While falling his grip on her wrist loosened and she managed to roll away and get back to her feet. Raphael flipped back to his feet and once again they were circling each other.
"MAN I wish I had some popcorn," grumbled Mikey as Alice performed an aerial kick that Raphael barely managed to block before her foot hit his head. She performed a beat down on pectorals before he finally managed to grip her and flip her onto her back. He tried to land a punch while she was on the ground but she twisted her body to the side and all he got was the mat. "This is as entertaining as when Leo is around."
"Mmm…" Donatello was leaning on his bo staff, studying the sparring couple. "It seems that the more agitated and into the battle she gets the faster she is and the harder she hits."
"Really?" asked Mikey who then winced when Raphael got a particularly nasty uppercut to his jaw, but that didn't deter him from landing a kick square to her chest, making HER be the one landing harshly on the back. "Hm."
She rolled back onto her feet and with a yell launched herself at him.
"Oh shell!" yelped Donatello as a fireball formed on her hand. The sparring ceased immediately as they all came forward. Raphael was panting, sweat on his bald head while Alice was staring intently at her hand. "Does it hurt?"
"No," she said, perplexed. Mikey reached out to touch it and yelped as the flame burned his flesh.
"Concentrate on the flame," said Splinter. "Close your eyes and calm your thoughts to extinguish it."
Alice did just that. She could feel the heat on her skin and she took steady breaths, thinking cool thoughts. When the heat was suddenly gone she opened her eyes to see nothing but skin.
"Now… try to bring it back."
"Oh. Um. All right."
The turtles watched in fascination as she tried. They jumped as a small flicker of flame formed on her hand but quickly dimmed. She growled in frustration and tried again and again. When her agitation and anger grew the flame would last longer.
"It seems your emotions are a tether to your powers," said Splinter.
"Hmm… so I have to be pissed to be able to fry something."
"So it seems."
"So… I need to work on that?"
"Indeed."
"By… meditation?"
He smiled, she groaned, and the turtles all felt a small amount of sympathy for her.
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"Hungry?"
"Starved," said Alice as Michelangelo settled next to her on the sofa. He handed her a plate of pepperoni pizza as well as one of the cans of soda he had stored under his arm on the way out. Putting his plate on his lap he popped open his soda then flicked on the television. The news was on and his current hero was plastered all over it.
"Man I love this guy!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! He does what we used to do. Protect the good guys by beating the pulp out of the bad ones."
"Don't find him a little… extreme?" she asked, taking a tentative bite of her steaming hot pizza.
Michelangelo shrugged, taking a large bite of his own pizza while his blue eyes took in the story on the screen. Alice studied him and had to admit she was a little surprised he had no idea that the Watcher was his brother.
"Maybe… but if not him… who is going to do it? I've been tempted to go out there but…" He shrugged. They way his eyes drifted to Raphael's room, Alice then had to wonder if maybe this turtle knew a lot more than he was letting on. "Splinter told us not to."
"Its hard for me to believe someone who trained you all your lives would suddenly bench all three of you when one left."
"I don't mind. The break is kinda nice and I like being able to walk around topside as Cowabunga Carl."
"I bet," said Alice as he changed the channel once the news story was done. "How long has he been gone?"
When no answer came she fixed her brown eyes on him once more to see his sad face looking down at his plate of cooling pizza.
"Forget it," she said, putting her hand on his arm. "I'm sorry. It's none of my business."
"No, no, its ok." He shrugged. "Been too long. He was supposed to come back after six months but… Its been a little over a year. I know he's doing this to better the team but…" Mikey then sighed. "To be honest? It hasn't been that fun around here anymore. Till you got here… you got us all back in the training room today it… it was nice."
Mikey ended the topic by taking a large bite of his pizza, a large swig of his soda, and belching so loud and fierce Alice swore the sofa shook. Knowing when someone was done talking about something she settled back on the cushions and groaned when seeing a furry creature on the screen.
"Gremlins? Seriously?"
"This is a classic!"
"I want to see something blow up!"
"Yeah. Ok, Raph!"
"Argh, don't compare me to that Lame-Brain!" His silence had her looking at him again. His blue eyes were wide and filled with mirth. "What?"
"You two are SO alike its almost scary."
"Are not!"
"Are too! Seriously scary… like Gremlins. Can we watch it?" He batted his eyes at her and gave her his best begging look ever. "Please?"
"Whatever." She bumped his shoulder with her own. "If you want to watch Gremlins, we can watch Gremlins."
Mikey filed another thing away. It wasn't just Raphael that was susceptible to the puppy dog eyes… seemed like Alice had that weakness as well. Speaking of… Mikey wondered just where his brother was…
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The last goon groaned while slowly sliding to the ground. Raphael dusted off his hands before reaching into a compartment and pulling out zip tie to bind them all together into one collective group. The sound of sirens had him hustling and soon he was speeding through the city. Lights, pedestrians, and cars blurred as he picked up speed, getting as much distance between him and the cops as possible. He drove at break-neck speeds until he came to one of his favorite spots. He could see the lights of the Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridges from here. He pulled off his helmet, cut the engine, and sat. It was quiet enough, the sound of traffic barely reaching his ears. He kept the radio on in case something major happened but he needed this time to think of what had happened earlier in the day.
He had held back, a little, but he could tell in her eyes that she'd been holding back as well. She'd been scared to hurt him. Probably because of the major hit she'd given Mikey. He knew it was an accident but a small part of him wanted to get her back for hurting his little brother… that was the part of him that still scared him to this day because he didn't know what it would do if he let it out. Which… was why he chose this time to meditate. He couldn't do it at home… not with Splinter and Michelangelo around. Don would leave well enough alone but his youngest brother and who he considered father would ask questions. Questions that he wasn't ready to answer yet. He knew he was slowly spiraling out of control, that this fire inside of him was growing to dangerously large proportions. Meditating was helping, but not enough. He'd lost control, once, and had almost seriously injured Mikey… if not almost killing him. Meditation helped eliminate some of the anger but the longer Leonardo stayed the way, and the more bad guys that chose to step up to him, he was far from out of the red zone. He only hoped that the day he finally snapped… he wouldn't hurt someone he truly cared about.
Dispatch buzzed. Armed robbery. Three men armed and dangerous.
"No rest for the wicked," muttered Raphael, slipping his helmet back on then starting up the engine with a promise to return later.
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Splinter beckoned his guest to enter. It was Alice.
"Hey." She gave a nervous wave and Splinter knew she was about to ask a favor. "So… I have a favor to ask you."
"Yes?"
"I need some more stuff that I didn't grab the first time. With you saying I'm no longer a beacon screaming HERE I AM… can I go get it? Basic stuff like thicker socks and sweatshirts… I'm willing to sneak a trip to the store and pick up some munchies to help pay for my stay here."
"You are under no obligation to pay us back for…"
"I know. I still want to." She smiled. "Can I?"
"Of course…" She smiled. "Raphael knows where you live. I'd suggest taking his motorcycle to your place and then to the store closest to our sewer entrance." She frowned. "Something the matter?"
"Can I ask Mikey? Or… Don?"
"Are you uncomfortable with asking my son for a favor?"
"Well… see…"
"Ah…" Splinter held up a wrinkled paw. "As the Watcher, he has encountered you before. Now that you are in his home it is… different."
"Raph? Watcher? Really? That's…that's…" She sighed. "You know?"
"A father always knows…"
"You would think. Honestly? Not so much with us humans."
"I can feel the hatred for your father," said Splinter, making her look down. "He was not there for you?"
"At first." She shrugged, then looked up at him, fingertip tracing the scar on her lip. "He turned into an abusive asshole that liked the bottle and showing me who was in charge."
"I am sorry," he said and the sympathy in his eyes made her look away and hug herself.
"Yeah, well, if he wasn't like that then I wouldn't be the awesome, butt kicking person I am today…"
Splinter clasped his hand-like paws together. He studied her and felt sympathy for the little girl that had to endure what she was put through. The scar on her lip, though small, was a constant reminder to her that her father wasn't there in the way he should have been and Splinter knew that if that man were in front of him right now he'd discipline him on his course of action when it came to his daughter.
"I do wish for you to go with Raphael. If there is trouble… he is the one that has remained in shape and the one I wouldn't fear falling in battle as I would the others."
"Ok. I'll tell him you told me to tell him he had to do it… OK?"
Splinter merely nodded. It wasn't until she was out of the room that he let the breath he'd been holding out. Perhaps, with his guidance, he'd show her what a true fatherly figure was like… he would ponder that thought, while watching his soap operas he'd recorded earlier in the day.
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Raphael growled in irritation when seeing Alice leaning against a stack of crates while the door to the garage opened. He hadn't gotten a chance to make it back to his meditation place. The sun was close to rising and he was dead tired. He was also strung up tighter than a violin string and anything would make him snap. Seeing her standing there, bright smile on her face, let him know something was up and he was NOT in the mood to deal with her. He parked his bike, turned it off, and dismounted. He ignored her while taking off the gear.
"Hey, Buddy," she said to break the silence, making him pause in placing his helmet in the metal storage locker. "I have a favor. Splinter already okayed it. In fact he said you HAVE to help me."
"With what?" he growled through gritted teeth.
"I need some stuff from my place. I'm freezing my ass off down there. Also, to THANK you for your hospitality I was going to get some stuff to make dinner… or whatever."
"YOU cook?" he asked, snorting at her affirmative nod. "Of course you do."
"LOOK…" She stopped herself, took a long DEEP breath, then continued. "Can we please just do this?"
"Karai is watching your place. How much money you got?"
"How is that ANY of your business?" she asked.
"We can just go buy you some new stuff no where near your place. There's a twenty-four hour store couple-a miles away." He turned to look at her and noticed she was wearing the same thing she wore the night he brought her here. Tight, black jeans hugged her legs and her jacket was zipped all the way up. Her hair was tied up in one of those loose bun things April liked to wear so much. "Deal?"
"But… I have to make sure…" She bit her bottom lip and he crossed his arms over his plastron. "I mean…"
"You wanna make sure your loot is still secure."
"Yes!"
"Aha… no."
"Raph!"
"Store. Take it or leave it."
"Argh!" He could tell she was fighting the urge to hit him. "Fine!"
"Good." Surprisingly, seeing her this pissed helped cheer him up a bit. He turned to another locker and pulled out large jeans, biker boots, as well as his own leather jacket that covered up his shell. Turning back around he narrowed his eyes upon her when seeing her eyes traveling over him. "What?"
"Nothing," she said innocently.
"Right." He found and tossed an extra helmet April sometimes used on past missions at her. "Wear that. I'm tired and want to make it back here as soon as possible to find my bed."
"This is a yes?" She pursed her lips and furrowed her brows in question. "Why?"
"Because Splinter asked me to. Now we gunna talk or go?"
"Go."
She waited for him to get on the bike before straddling the seat behind him. She automatically wrapped her arms around him the best she could and he ignored the little voice in his head that said the heat of her body on his felt good. Instead he drove her to the store, waited outside with his helmet on while she got some things at the small, twenty-four hour store including a backpack she stuffed it all into, then rode back with her. After storing his stuff away and slipping on the familiar bandana, he was aware of her waiting for him and together they walked back to the elevator.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it," he said, pulling down the metal cage before initializing the elevator. Her hand on his arm made his amber eyes connect with her green.
Hm... For some reason he thought she had brown eyes before...
"Seriously. You could have said no."
"Like I said," he said, stepping away from her, feeling awkward. "Don't mention it."
"Are you uncomfortable around me?" she asked, hand on her hip.
"No!"
"Oh really?" She took a step forward, he moved back, and his shell clanged against the metal surface of the moving elevator. "Hm. Thought so."
Wanting to prove her wrong he walked to her. She stood her ground, which he hadn't been expecting, so he took it up a notch by brushing his body up against hers. Her eyes were filled with stubbornness, ready to take on this new challenge of his. Neither of them noticed that the elevator wasn't moving as she slid her hand up the front of his body, fingertips and her palm trailing over the various plates. His eyes darkened considerably with that move and his own hands went right to her ass. Pulling her body in tighter against his, his three fingered hands rubbing her bottom, he noticed that her eyes became slightly hooded. He started to feel a familiar pressure in his lower plates as she rubbed her body against them and he bit his tongue to ward off the moan building at the back of his throat.
"Next move is yours."
He didn't recognize his own voice. It was husky, deeper, and filled with lust. His eyes zeroed in on her scarred lips as her tongue came out to moisten them. His breathing increased and a drumming in his ears blocked out all sound. He felt that small part of him awakening slightly and this was the first time in his entire life he had the desire to HAVE a female.
Her hands came to his face, cupping his cheeks and his eyes drooped slightly but he forced them open. He still didn't trust her… for all he knew she was doing this just to play him in the end. Use him to get what her thieving hands wanted then dump him and his family the first chance she got. He refused to allow himself to become vulnerable to her… but that didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun.
"Do you want to kiss me, Raphael?" she asked coyly, biting her bottom lip while trailing her booted foot up his leg.
He didn't answer, instead keeping his eyes focused on the scar of her lip. He wanted to know how she got it. Curiosity only killed cats, right? Blah, he'd leave the deep thinking to Donnie… instead, he chose to move one hand up her body, keeping the other firmly placed on her ass, and entangled his thick, green fingers in her hair to loosen up the style she'd put it in. She leaned forward and soon her lips were on his. It was… nice. He felt her lips move over his, exploring, as if getting the feel of him. Not having kissed a woman before he had no idea what the hell he was doing. His mouth was larger than hers, he felt awkward as she slid her flesh over and around his and almost jumped when feeling her tongue slide once then twice over his gums before entangling it with his tongue. Growling he walked forward, making her feet scramble before her back connected with the elevator wall. She moaned into his mouth and he rubbing his lower plates more intimately between her legs.
Her eyes had been closed and she opened them now. He saw the hot lust in her gaze and the animal in him roared to have her but he pushed it back and locked it away. It took everything in him to halt their kiss, release her, and then step back. He missed her instantly and rubbed the back of his neck to keep at least one hand busy... Though he knew that same hand would be busy later.
"Huh…" She looked like she was thinking about something really hard. His eyes drifted down to her swollen lips and then lower to her chest. The jacket had been unzipped, the tops of her breasts were visible from the tank top. Her skin was flushed there while she tried to catch her breath. "That was…"
She didn't finish her thought and though he wanted to he didn't ask her to. Instead he whipped open the elevator, which was feeling a lot like a cage, and stomped toward his room.
"Raphael?" He stilled but didn't look back. He felt her walk toward him and tensed as her hand slid from his shoulder down his arm. "I know you want to kiss me again."
"Psh…" He acted nonchalant.
"Hm…" She got into his space again and he didn't fight it. He put his hands on her hips because once again the heat came. "I think you want me as much as I want you…"
"Yer dreamin'," he said, even though his thumbs were now sliding over her exposed skin at her sides.
"Am I?" She brushed her heated cheek over his cooler one and his insides tightened and warmed. Inside his shell, pressure heightened as she practically panted in his ear while trailing her fingers to dangerously low areas on his shell. "We'll see who breaks first."
Then she was gone, leaving Raphael beyond sexually frustrated.
TBC….