Warning: Lemon this chapter
Their talk had diffused almost all of the tension between Raphael and April. They were back to being friends and confidants. If anything the tension had shifted onto his brothers and Casey, who were waiting to see how all of it would pan out. April and Raphael didn't hide the slight shift that had happened between them, but they weren't overt about it either. Their touches lingered a little longer than usual. A brother would take a corner and catch them in a kiss. Their gazes found each other while in the group and they would miss parts of conversations. Raphael smiled a lot more and it seemed to terrify his brothers.
The light training Raphael had arranged shocked April with actually being...light. In direct comparison to the pace they had before it was a pleasure cruise. A short jog, a swim, some tai chi, yoga, then practice her katas. It was just what she needed to clear the cobwebs from her mind and muscles. She enjoyed it while she could, knowing it would only last a few days. He would be back to driving her to complete exhaustion soon enough.
Her favorite part of the last couple of lessons had been learning to throw stars, which they practiced last instead of sparring. Raphael had presented her with part of his private stash of shuriken. They were made from odds and ends of scrap metal, but each one was polished and sharpened thoughtfully. April was thrilled to finally find something in ninjutsu that she actually had a natural talent for and excelled at almost immediately.
The day Raphael had thrown some cardio into their session April knew her easy ride was over. She wanted one last go with the shuriken before it became all sparring again. She brought out a ruined old dartboard she had found in the basement to hang on a tree. He smiled approvingly and they made up rules for and played Shuriken Darts.
April was doing well but Raphael was pulling ahead in points. They decided they needed more of a challenge and it became a race to one-up the other, both trying to show off. Raphael took a run parallel to the board, twisted and hit the bulls eye while in motion. April ran, dove into a roll and threw a bulls eye from her kneeling recovery position. Raphael quickly executed a kata and threw one without breaking form so quickly she didn't even see the throw. It landed just off the bulls eye. April pirouetted for a moment and threw dramatically. She barely hit the board.
They were both laughing. Raphael turned his back to the board, spun and released three shuriken to pepper around the bulls eye in a cluster. "Nice!" April cried. "I can throw three, too."
"I bet you none will hit the bulls eye," he joked.
"Pft, just watch," she said cheekily, strutting up beside him and aligning the throwing stars in her right hand. "I've been practicing while you guys are out. I've finally found my forte." Focused, she brought her hand up. Just as she started to flick her wrist he hooked his foot behind her ankle and threw her off balance. She released the shuriken and flung them into the grass.
"You are such a cheater!" April laughed and pushed him playfully.
"We never made a no tripping rule," he grinned wickedly.
"That should go without saying!"
"You were holding them wrong anyways, you don't line them up in a stack. You separate them a little, like this," he demonstrated. "Then they hit in a tight grouping but don't interfere with each other in the air."
"I was doing alright my way," she huffed stubbornly.
"Well, now do it the way I tell you to and see how it goes."
She opened her hand and he placed three more warped metal stars the proper way within it, then gently molded her hand into position. Frowning, he changed the placement of one finger. "You have too many fingers to deal with but I think this will work better for you."
His large dexterous fingers fluttering about on her hand and wrist had her way more distracted than they should have. She looked up and watched him demonstrate what she should do. She shook off her fugue and managed to focus. She threw them and damned if he wasn't right about them hitting the board in a nicer cluster.
"Fine, you were right, just this one time," she conceded.
"Of course I'm right, I've only been tossing these things since I was a little kid. Anyway, smart ass, to get a more accurate aim with multiples you need to line up to the target a little differently."
Raphael postured up for her, full of bravado. As he was about to throw she lifted her shirt and flashed him. His eyes widened and his stars hit the tree and the base of the dart board. "Okay, that's for sure cheating."
"We never made a no flashing rule," she said coyly.
"I thought you were training with me because you didn't want to get groped," he warned.
"I didn't want to get groped by Casey," she said innocently, looking up at him with a quirked eyebrow and a devilish smile.
He was on her before she could blink. She gasped into his mouth and assessed her situation. One huge hand was crushing her against him at her waist, the other cradling her head and playing with her red hair. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him harder.
"I didn't realize you were a boob man," she said breathlessly, "or I would have done that sooner."
He groaned and planted his face in her cleavage. She felt a little nip and giggled. "They were my downfall," he mumbled into her.
She laughed, her bosom heaving against his face even more. "Your downfall? How dramatic. I didn't think you took Shuriken Darts so seriously."
"No, not that," he said exasperated. He lifted his head up but clutched her tightly to himself still. "When I first hit puberty I found a skin mag on a junk yard scavenge. I looked at it and had the reaction you would expect. Except I was a turtle. Why did I even like boobs? Turtles don't have 'em. In fact I liked everything I saw. It made me realize I was part man too, but looked like a freak. From that day, I knew I would always be alone."
Raphael looked embarrassed and self conscious for a moment. April pushed him down gently in a kneeling position and removed her top completely. Her bra was bright red with a lace trim and cupped her breasts together perfectly. Definitely part man, he thought to himself as his lower extremities tightened uncomfortably.
"Well, Raphael," she said, letting his name roll off her tongue playfully, "you were wrong."
"I've never enjoyed it more neither," he murmured, reaching out for her.
He wrapped his hands around her waist and his fingers overlapped back on to each other. April felt her blood roar at his touch. She loved the feel of his huge hands on her. They had been affectionate but tentative since they had admitted their feelings for each other a week ago. Whenever they started to get more heated one of them would back off, not quite ready. April had burned for him the previous night after they had parted ways for the evening. They had been interrupted mid make-out by his brothers. Her body had craved his touch so badly that she had been sorely tempted to break his door down in the middle of the night. Her lust and curiosity were overriding the slight case of nerves she had about what exactly he kept hidden in that shell of his. The main concern was that they wouldn't be physically compatible at all. If they weren't, there were many other ways to please each other, and she had thought about most of them as she tossed and turned all night.
It was the first time April had taken clothing off for him. Raphael's heart knocked at his chest nervously. There was a smoldering determination in her eyes as she leaned in to kiss his face, his throat. Raphael traced his fingers over the remnant of the large bruise she had on her ribs. He had kicked her, not been careful enough, out of his own frustration.
"I'm so, so sorry, April."
She shushed him. Her hands were gliding down his shoulders, then exploring the soft, sensitive skin that merged into his shell. April could feel the vibration of the low rumble that came from his chest as he held her tightly to his plastron. She leaned back into his hands a bit, her nipples perked in the bra. She took his head in her hands and pressed the flat of her stomach into his face. Immediately he was exploring her with his mouth. He could cover a lot of ground at once with his large warm tongue, making her moan. She popped the latch on her bra and off it came.
Raphael couldn't believe what was happening. Even as she let him slide her shorts off, even as she lay bare to him in the cool grass, he didn't believe it. His curiosity was as insatiable as his mouth. Each moan and whimper made him bolder, made him want more. He wasn't the only one. April, beside herself with need, guided his face down from their favorite spot at her breasts to between her legs.
"Please, Raph, if you don't let me finish I'm going to loose my mind," she whimpered.
Raphael breathed in her scent hoarsely before taking an experimental plunge with his tongue. She cried out and arched her back. He kept going, lapping at the sweet warm wetness. He felt her hands come down to his head, encouraging him. His tail unfurled and finally his discomfort disappeared as he felt his member hit cool air. He moaned in relief and tilted his head up to see her reactions. All he could make out was her arched chest and the underside of her breasts and throat. Her face was tilted back and to the side. With his head perked up at that angle his tongue brushed over a little bump, making her thrash wildly and cry out. He re-doubled his efforts on the little nub after slowly testing her reaction with one of his large fingers moving slowly just inside her.
April felt as if there was a spiraling vortex of heat rising up from his mouth and spreading throughout her entire body. Then the inferno crashed within her, making her shake. "Oh. My. God. RAPH!" she cried.
Just hearing her cum had almost sent him reeling over the edge. He felt her spasm violently around his finger, exciting him further. He desperately wanted to just plunge into her but he stopped himself. He had never been exposed around anyone before. Ever. He sat back on his heels, kneeling awkwardly and trying to casually hide his raging hard on with his hands in his lap. Raphael watched April slowly catch her breath even as he panted harder. Her hand wandered through the grass blindly, looking for him. When she realized he was out of reach she opened her eyes slightly.
"Really? You're gonna play shy with me after that?" she asked with a lazy smile.
Raphael swallowed hard. His confidence was gone. She sat up and shimmied over to him. She looked like some wild creature, sheened with sweat, leaves crowning her unruly curly hair, eyes hungry and dark with lust. She was painful to look at. She embodied everything he felt he didn't deserve.
"After how amazing you made me feel, let me return the favor?" she purred, her voice lilting up at the end. Asking permission.
This was it. He was going cross a line he never thought he'd even see, and it would either be amazing or the death of him. Her hands were on his arms now, trailing a path of fire down to where his hands met. April held his gaze the entire time, looking for a signal to cease. Her hands stopped over where his met on his lap. She gave his hands a gentle squeeze.
"No pressure. Do you want me to go? It's okay if you do," she said gently.
"No." The idea of being alone right now sent a shudder down his shell.
Slowly he moved his hands so they were over hers and placed them over his shaft. She stroked up and down with both hands, exploring his massive length. That low rumbling growl went through him again and he squeezed his eyes shut. April was surprised if not a little daunted by his size. She had prepared herself for a foreign look or shape, but it was more human than not. She was prepared for green, not so much for the deep purple-black. Mystery solved, she settled down on her stomach between his kneeling form. She propped herself up on her elbows and pressed them against the insides of his thighs, head dipping between his legs.
Raphael realized what April was about to do and steeled himself. "Oh fuck," he growled, hands instantly twining into her hair. He was so unprepared for the sensation that he couldn't control the gasps and moans coming from his own throat. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold on very long. He tightened his hold on her hair urgently and tried to control his hips. He felt the tension rise then finally snap, draining him.
He had never known the meaning of serenity until that moment. They curled up together in the sweet smelling grass and just listened to the sounds of their breathing. She fiddled with his red bandana contentedly.
"Are you my girl now?" he asked quietly, stroking her hair.
"You are absolutely and completely stuck with me," April replied with a silly grin.
Raphael chuckled. "We should head back. I'm gonna be late for training with the guys." He pulled her forward and kissed the top of her head.
"Will they be angry? Or jealous?" she asked thoughtfully.
"Angry, nah. Jealous for sure, but they'll just rip on me."
"I know at some point they'll be curious, but can you please not give them too many details? About me? I don't want things to get weird with them." She blushed a little bit for a moment, then started getting dressed. "Maybe we can show them that it's okay to want to find someone."