Warning: Lemon this chapter

They returned to an empty house.

"Shit, Leo is gonna be pissed," Raphael swore. "I gotta run." He kissed April on the forehead quickly and was gone in a flash. She took a quick shower and grabbed a book, planning on making the most of having the house quiet and empty for a few hours. After a while she had a hard time concentrating on her novel.

She thought of the feeling of Raphael's wide tongue on her and shivered. The heat in his beautiful golden eyes. She had never felt so wanted or trusted before in her entire life. She didn't expect Raphael to be shy next time. The thought made her lips twitch up in a smile. They had both been a bit nervous and that was understandable. For April it was almost like being back in virgin territory. The great reveal was done and it took most of the anxiety and mystery away.

April realized she was sitting back in an armchair with a giant smile plastered across her face like some smitten schoolgirl. She had a flush of red from her chest up into her cheeks. She wished he was there. Any lingering doubts in her mind were banished. She glanced at the clock. They would all be back soon. She stood up and cleared her head, smoothed herself over and decided to get a quick dinner going for them. They would be ravenous when they got back and she was in an extra-good mood.

The five of them walked in noisily just as she was draining a giant pot of spaghetti. They had a slight sheen on them and weren't covered in dirt and grass stains so had apparently gone for a swim at the end. Casey's hair was still dripping wet.

"Hi guys, dinner is almost ready," she greeted them with a wave of a wooden spoon and a sideways glance.

"Smells great," commented Casey. "Just gonna change and dry off, don't let these numbskulls hog it all before I get back down."

"Hey, we're growing ninjas," called Donatello after him.

They started talking excitedly at the progress they were each making and how they were almost ready to return to the city and fight the Foot. Leonardo set the table for the group and everything seemed quite normal. She relaxed into the routine and the six of them completely demolished the spaghetti and meatballs.

Donatello announced that he had found an old VCR that morning and a box of movies in the basement while he was puttering around looking for something to do. Most of them were old cheesy horror movies from the 70's and early 80's. Raphael declared horror movie night marathon. Michelangelo called popcorn duty.

The others went off for pillows and quilts to prepare their favorite spots in the den. Michelangelo had four extra buttery SuperPop stove tops going at once, one on each burner. April was beside him at the sink, filling it with warm soapy water to let their dishes soak.

She caught him staring at her and practically buzzing with excitement. Michelangelo took a quick look around to make sure everyone else was out of earshot. He leaned in close to her with a smile and quietly said, "Welcome to the family, sis."

She smiled, blushing slightly. He spun away to rescue the frantically popping kernels, orange bandana flailing out behind him. When he turned back to her it was with two giant bowls of popcorn. "Thanks, Mikey."

They each brought in two large bowls and handed them off. The couch, armchair and recliner had been taken at this point, and the first movie in their solid gold cheese line-up had started. April grabbed her quilt and headed over to Raphael, who always claimed the recliner. His feet were up already and she shimmied across the arm onto his lap carefully, not wanting the chair to snap back down and send her flying onto the floor.

He smiled widely and helped her get comfortable, wrapping the quilt around her. She used a bunched up end of the blanket to make a padded spot on the top part of his hard chest and tucked her head in under his. There was a moment of snickers, grins and sideways glances from the others. The movie played on and soon they were all caught up in the fun of heckling the main characters and making fun of the special effects.

April remembered watching three movies and then nothing after. Early morning summer sun filtered in through the windows of the den. Everyone had passed out down there in a nest of strewn blankets and pillows, mostly on the floor. Somehow Casey had managed to get the couch to himself and was still snoring softly. Michelangelo and Leonardo seemed restless, either just waking or close to it.

She felt a tickle against her ear. "Pretend to be asleep." They had slept in the chair together. He must be really stiff and uncomfortable, she thought, wondering how long the poor guy had been awake. She started to shift again. "Please," he reminded her. She went limp. He was very warm, especially against her belly. She inhaled deeply and peacefully and felt her abdomen press against a hard bulge. OH, her eyes almost flew open in realization. Stiff indeed.

Leonardo groaned and shifted on the floor. Then yawned loudly. "Ugh, what time is it?"

"Too early for life," Mikey whined. "Shush."

Raphael shifted April carefully so he was holding her bridal style instead of having her draped over him belly to belly. He made sure the quilt looked wrapped around her but had enough slack so that when he stood and scooped her up no one would see his arousal. She played dead.

Michelangelo looked over at his brother. "Aw, you're so cute," he yawned.

"Quiet Mike you'll wake her up," he whispered. "I'm gonna bring her upstairs and catch a few more zee's."

Raphael made a quiet and hasty retreat upstairs and breathed a long sigh of relief when he shut her door behind them with a nudge of his foot.

"Smooth," April teased, nuzzling into his neck. He made a noise deep in his throat and brought her to the bed. "How long were you awake?"

"Long enough." He pressed her into the mattress and smirked. "You have my shell lines on your face and I'm pretty sure you drool in your sleep."

She laughed and squirmed under him. "Yeah, and what were you up to in your sleep? Good dreams?"

"Ain't it obvious?" he answered, rubbing against her thigh.

They heard footsteps and voices downstairs. Sound carried in a fairly unforgiving way in the large old farmhouse. "You should go, they will hear us."

"I am a ninja. Stealth is my specialty." His hands were under her shirt and lifting it as he traveled up. She let him pull it over her head despite her better judgment.

"I'm not!" she whispered.

Her pajama pants were gone and she was feeling a little lightheaded and her mind was still foggy with sleep. Her body was very alert and betrayed her horribly. She sighed and gave in to him. He pushed her thighs apart gently but firmly and found that little nub between her legs that had made her scream his name the day before.

She immediately pulled a pillow over her face to muffle her moans. He waited until she was bucking in rhythm with his tongue and pulled away. She threw the pillow aside to take a deep breath, face red and flushed. "I'm going to suffocate if you keep going," she gasped in a whisper.

Raphael pulled the pillow away from her. "I want to see you. I want to see what I can do to you." He was speaking lowly into her ear and she writhed beneath him desperately.

"Yes, Sensei," she purred, shaking his control for a moment. She saw a shift in his amber eyes from loving to raw animal lust, sending a thrill of desire straight down her core.

He groaned above her and rolled his hips, seeking entrance as he nipped her shoulder lightly. She shifted herself to accommodate him and felt the blunt tip of him brush at her wet lips. He paused, fighting to regain control even as the heady scent of their arousal intoxicated him. He entered her slowly and filled her out completely. The vibrating rumble in his chest started immediately, threatening to escalate into a much louder sound that he bit back for fear of alerting his brothers. April gasped and hiked her hips up more as she adjusted to him.

"You feel so good," Raphael rumbled, cradling her head in his hands. He thought he would be more prepared this time but the sensation was completely different than when she had taken him with her mouth and hands. As he moved a slow steady rhythm into her he felt closer to nirvana than meditation had ever brought him. April greeted each thrust greedily with her own need as she tried to stay quiet. She did not want to be interrupted by his well-meaning brothers. Instead she made low, unintelligible noises, scrunched her face up in pleasure and held on to the ridge of his shell to brace herself. As much as he loved watching her reactions he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, willing himself to last longer and extend their pleasure.

Someone came up the stairs and passed by in the hallway. They struggled to be silent and Raphael pressed a large finger to her lips. A shower went on in the bathroom next door. She licked his finger and sucked the tip, making him groan. At least the noisy shower would provide them some cover.

Their bodies moved together, her legs entwined around him and his face buried in her chest. April could see the focus and discipline that had been honed into him. His muscles strained and his face was a mask of concentration. His eyes were clamped shut and his tongue flicked her nipple lazily. He moved slowly and reverently into her, allowing her to feel every slick inch of him. It was more than she could take. One deep breath later and she was shuddering beneath him wildly, muscles clamping down against his girth.

Surprised, Raphael opened his eyes. Her head was thrown back in a silent scream of ecstasy and her legs crashed him into her even deeper for a moment, holding him there until he felt his body shake along with hers in pure euphoria. He collapsed down beside her on the bed, panting. From the sounds of things breakfast was in full swing downstairs and whoever had been in the shower was just finishing up. He kissed her ear and gave it a nibble and she sighed into him.

"April," he whispered into her ear seductively. He had her full attention. "Don't think this means I'm going to go easy on you today in training."