Warning: Steamy Scene up Ahead

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Amber has a bad temper. She looks out of her storefront windows. It was only three weeks ago when they had the cookout on the rooftop. And now it's snowing. It's only the middle of October. Couldn't it have waited a bit longer? She knocks over her wastebasket for kicks. Maybe Raph is rubbing off on her. She quickly loses her sour face when two more customers step up to the counter with their books of choice. She rings them up, hands then their bags and sends them on their way. The customers open and close the door. The brick wind hits her and makes her more pouty. Amber slumps over the counter. She needs some coffee or cocoa or something. She needs a break. She looks at her phone for the time. Seven PM. "Close enough." She turns over the 'closed' sign and locks up. She walks to the back of the store "Where's Arimi?"

"Here I am Amber-chan." Arimi hops down the steps and prances over to Amber. She is bubbly and bright, a stark contrast to Amber's dismal disposition. "Isn't it a wonderful day? Look at the snow! Do you think we will get two centimeters or two meters? Maybe we can build a snowman on the roof!"

"I'm sure Mikey would love to do that." Amber offers.

"Yes, I do believe Mikey would." She sighs and pulls out some pink, shiny balm, sliding a thin glossy coat over her lips.

"Hey Amber! How's it going?" Mikey jumps down the steps and strides smoothly beside Arimi. He is jolly and beaming, a sharp contrast to Amber's gloomy mood. "What an awesome day. Whoa look at the snow! You think we'll get enough to build a snowman on the roof?"

Amber rolls her eyes. "I'm sure Arimi would love that."

"I bet she would, wouldn't you Mimi?"

"Absolutely, Key-chan. Let us check now!"

"Ok! Would you like to join us Amber?"

She looks back and forth at them. She wonders if she and Raphael were this annoying when the first go together… Not bloody likely.

"You two go ahead. I think I'll start dinner. Anyone up for chowder?"

"I love your chowder, Amber! Thanks. Now since I don't have to cook I can spend the rest of the day with you Mimi. At least until we go on patrol." Mikey shouts.

"You guys going on patrol tonight Mikey?" Amber asks.

"Yeah, Nothing major."

As Amber says "Ok." Mikey and Arimi are already running up the stairs. She thinks they're adorable. "Yeah, like bunnies on steroids." She follows them up and starts dinner.

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They have to keep moving. Keep their heart rates up. They must stay stealthy in any weather. With two burglaries, a hit-and-run and a mugging, it has been a really enjoyable evening. Donnie and Raph meet up with Leo and Mikey on the adjoining roof. Their wrapped feet leave large prints in the snow. Their breath streaks through the air like frail wings. It's getting late. Leo decides to call it a night. Mikey lags behind and gets Raphael's attention.

"Raph, can I talk to you about something?"

"Can it wait 'til we're inside? It ain't getting' any warmer out here."

"I guess. I mean no! It's really, really, really important."

He grunts. "Mikey what is it?"

"It's about um…" Mikey notices Leo and Donnie stop and look back at them.

"You guys comin'?" Leo calls.

"In a minute! Hurry up with it Goofball!"

"It's about… sex." He whispers.

Raphael's jaw drops. He calls out to his other brothers. "Eh, we'll catch up with yous guys later! You go on ahead!"

"All right! See you back at home!" Donnie and Leo disappear in the blanket of white.

Raphael turns his attention to his baby brother. Just look at him. All flustered. He'll save the teasing for later. He sighs. "Ok Mikey. Whaddaya wanna know?"

"Everything!"

"I can't tell ya everything."

"Why not?" He's practically whining now.

"Mikey, stop acting like a…!" He stops himself. Raphael reaches deep down inside himself and opens up a tiny, dusty jar of patience. "I can't tell ya everything 'cause some things you'll find out along the way."

"Ok. Like what?"

Raph starts to number them off on his fingers. "Uh, like how she wants ya ta touch her or kiss her, if she likes it fast or slow…" He grins. "Her favorite positions, if she lets ya bite her, how many times you can make her…"

"Wait, wait!" Mikey puts up a hand. His mind is racing. "I wanna know… how do you know when you're ready? When's the right time?

"Only you and Arimi know that."

"How did you know it was the right time for you and Amber?"

"Well…" Raph smirks. "Bein' ready and knowin' the right time are two different things."

"How so?"

"I was ready a whole bunch of times. But the right time didn't come 'til later. She told me. I guess when she's ready, then it's the right time, at least the first time. After that, it's curtains." He winks at Mikey.

"Huh, when she's ready. Ok. And she'll tell me?"

"In her own unique way, yeah she'll let ya know." They stand around for a while. It finally stops snowing. The clouds part and the midnight blue sky appears. The tiny moon shines overhead like a jewel. Raphael clears his throat. "You got anymore questions?"

"Um yeah… How was the first time?"

"Fuckin' awesome." He says without hesitation. "And it gets better and better every time after that."

"Wow." Mikey says. He's done with the questions now. He's sure he'll have more later."

"You ready ta go back?"

"Yeah… Thanks Raph."

"Anytime Bro."

Mikey follows Raph, jumping to the next building. They dash and skid and kick up snow. The brush a streak of white in the sky as they fly overhead. The masked mutants speed away home leaving their quiet conversation in the wind.

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Mikey and Raph pounce into the apartment window from the fire escape. They say their good nights. Raph goes downstairs and Mikey heads to the shower. The hot water feels good on his chilled skin. He walks back to his room feeling cozy and fresh. He closes the door heading straight for his bed when he hears a soft rapping on his door. He turns and opens it. Arimi is standing there. She is wearing a long pink unicorn pajama top. It barely reaches her knees. She has on a long floppy striped winter hat, a big green knitted scarf, a pair of white mittens and her black, froggy galoshes. Mikey wishes he could snap a picture of her like this and carry it wherever he goes. "Hey Mimi."

"Hello, Key-chan. I have been waiting for you to come home." She holds up her phone. " Tomorrow they say will be bright and sunny. All the snow will be gone by noon. We must go to the roof top and build a snowman now or we may never get another chance until Christmas!" He's really tired, but how can he say no? She holds up a bundle of material under her arm. "I brought you a scarf and a hat and other things we may need."

"Ok." He grabs the yellow scarf and wraps it around his neck. "Let's go. They head up to the roof quietly. He opens the door and the cool air hits them. Everything used for dining and grilling are stored away in the tool shed. The entire roof is clear, except for the two corners where the Zen garden and the memorial candles sit. Arimi coos at how the thick snow shimmers under the moonlight. She runs out, bends down, scoops up a handful of snow and tosses it in the air. "Come on Mikey!" Her eyes are happy slits of light. Her skin is a warm olive shade. Her hair is long, shiny, black and cascades down in silky layers around her beautifully blushing face. He runs up next to her and they play in the snow. They mold a tine replica of New York and play God Zilla. They build snow castles and pretend they are at the beach on a hot sunny day. The build tiny snow babies and give them all names. Mikey tries to make a snow angel but it turns out to look more like a snow flower since he can't lay flat on his back. Without thinking Arimi jumps down to make a snow angel. Mikey pulls her up quickly. She is now freezing in his arms. He rubs his hands down her sides. Her teeth are chattering from behind her large scarf. She looks at him, his eyes sparkle and his freckles dance on his skin in the dim silver of moonlight.

"I love you, Michelangelo." She didn't give him a chance to respond. She stands on the tips of her toes and presses her lips into his. Her skin gets warmer against his hands. She purrs as his mouth opens for her. He feels a primal urge stir and awaken deep inside of him. He's never felt this toward another person before. He's never shared this part of him. He is terrified at what could follow, at what he might be capable of. Would he do it right? Would she be appalled? All trepidation ceases when she removes her hat and scarf and pulls his bandana around his neck.

They continue to kiss surrounded by the mess of snow. She holds his face and he reaches his hands under her pajamas wrapping his fingers around her slim waist. The cold air is a welcome relief as their bodies grow hotter. She pulls away from him and walks to the roof top door. She comes back with a very large roll of material. She opens it up and lays it flat. It's a large tandem sleeping bag. Mikey's arousal jumps to it's maximum at her premeditated action. "Out here?" He asks.

"Out here. Under the stars. In the snow. I want you to keep me warm." She kicks off her rain boots and steps inside the zipper of the bag. He joins her. The night is so quiet and clear. The whole world is asleep but Mikey is the one who is dreaming. He pulls her down and into the sleeping bag. He zips them up nice and cozy. They embrace and touch. Un-clothe and undo. Explore and Discover. Gasp and Awe. Touch and taste. Every sensation heightened. He slides a finger down the middle of her warm dewy skin and knows that she is ready. He looks into her eyes at they tell him it is time. He kneels over her. Their breath rises as thick white pillars in the air. He confesses his love for her. She welcomes him and he slowly enters.

He holds on for dear life, she's so tight. He can't stand to move. She kisses him through her tears. They inhale and exhale. He rests, finally snug inside of her. He achingly begins to rock back and forth. Both are afraid to say anything but their faces scream everything they are experiencing. She holds the rim of his shell, focusing on the journey they were taking together. She starts to hum. He moves faster. She opens her mouth. He moves ever faster.

"Mikey!" Arimi whimpers.

"A-Arimi…" It is all Mikey can stammer between short gasps of air. He thinks he may be too rough, goes too deep. Dear Lord, he didn't want to hurt her! He begins to pull away yet to his delight her slender fingers dig into him, pressing him close. She hums, rubbing her lips along his neck. "Please Mikey, do not stop!" She begs him as if her life depends on his rhythm. She tries to call his name once more but can only pant. Her voice returns in high cries as the forceful sting of pleasure runs deep and surges hot up her spine. Her body stiffens, shudders, her muscles grasp him with each spasm. He is ultimately overcome and the intense release thrusts him over the edge. He muffles his roars into her hair. In that moment he could have taken his last breath and wouldn't have cared. As long as he could hold her like this, giving all that he had, feeling his very soul leave his body and mingle with hers, nothing else matters.

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The sun splashes over the high wall of the rooftop patio. Raphael steps out through the door and sees the dark lump of covered bodies in the middle of the space. He shakes his head. He is very glad he found them first. He walks over, bends down and nudges Mikey on his naked forehead. Mikey looks up and at him with a big stupid smile on his face. "Morning Raph. Guess what?"

"Do I get three chances?" Raph jokes.

"She told me. Arimi told me in her own unique way."

"Yeah. I see that. Ya think you two could take this downstairs before the whole house witnesses your giddy afterglow?"

"Sure." Mikey turns to Arimi. "Mimi… it's time to go inside. We can go back to sleep but we gotta get out of this cold." She barely opens her eyes but give him a nod. He unzips the bag and she sits up. Raphael averts his eyes from her bare perkiness. Mikey sees her too. He steps out of the sleeping bag and wraps her back up. He carries her downstairs to his room. He removes the sleeping bag from her, dresses her in one of his very large shirts and lays her in his bed. He nuzzles beside her. They sleep well past afternoon and no one bothers them.