Notes: Okay so I haven't posted anything in a while. This one was another prompt for Raphril week. I am totally in love with the idea of Raph being a big stiff dork. All that repressing has to do something funny to his brain. I have a big family and we always mix up drinks. I figure at the lair it would happen all the time. I really liked all the Raphril stuff in season two (though there are other parts where I'm like ew, no stop). I watch way too much anime so indirect kisses are my kryptonite. I also posted 2 other raphril stories separately because they were way too big so if you like Raphril go check them out.

"Hey Mikey stop hogging the pizza!"

"Could someone pass the…"

"…Then Captain Ryan said…"

"Gotta be faster than that bro…"

Dinner at the Hamato house was not what one would call peaceful. The wooden table was strewed with discarded pizza boxes, half eaten slices, and bottles of soda. From the head of the table Splinter watched over the proceedings with a serene smile as he sipped his tea. It was nice when they all got to sit down to a meal together.

If not a little chaotic.

On one side of the table Mikey and Donnie were battling over the last slice of extra meaty Hawaiian pizza. While Mikey usually had the upper hand in such situations, Donnie was holding his own as he fended off the youngster's advances. Using some of the abandoned boxes he had constructed a small fortress to defend himself.

Just as he was about to devour the slice, Mikey did…something. It was too fast for the eye to see but somehow he ended up with the coveted piece in his hand. In a flash he crammed the whole thing in his mouth, grinning at his brother past tomato sauce and pineapple bits. Almost immediately Donnie's celebratory expression morphed into confusion, then irritation, then just sulking.

From the other side of the table Leo watched his brother's antics with a shake of his head. Turning back to April he continued to recount in detail the subtle nuances of the most recent Space Heroes episode. To her credit April was able to keep up surprising well, popping out a bit of obscure trivial that even Leo hadn't known about. This, of course, launched him into yet another rousing debate about the themes and underlying messages of what he considered to be the pinnacle of sci-fi television excellence.

Raph, who was crammed onto the bench on April's other side, easily turned out his brother's nattering. Contentedly he worked his way through his own mini mountain of pizza, pausing only to smack away Mikey's thieving hand with a growl of warning. While he didn't normally mind dinners like this, tonight he was feeling particularly antsy.

And it was entirely April's fault.

Not that the girl realized what she was doing. Oh no, she was completely oblivious as she cheerfully chatted away in between bites of her of pizza. Every so often though she would shift, or gesture, or reach for another slice of pizza and her arm would brush against his.

Whenever that happened it was like a small jolt of electricity passed between them. The first time it happened Raph had jerked so hard he'd almost upset the table, earning him strange looks from the others. Now he could manage it with only a small twitch or tiny shiver.

It wasn't like it hurt, far from it in fact.

The initial jolt was followed by a warm tingling sensation that slowly made its way up Raph's arm. At first he'd tried to avoid it, giving her as much room as he could on the cramped bench. Eventually though, he found himself anticipating each touch, leaning in, invading her space, seeking the feeling of her skin on his.

As Raph reached out for another slice of pizza it happened again. Apparently having the same idea, April's hand came to rest atop of his. Immediately the sensation traveled up his arm, this time Raph could feel the pleasant shudder up through his chest and all the way out to his other extremities. Underneath the table his toes curled at the pleasant tickle.

It was too much and he jerked his hand back, folding his arms tersely across his chest.

"You can have it," he grumbled, avoiding April's eyes.

Thankfully his voice didn't crack and April seemed to notice nothing out of the ordinary in his behaviour. With a bright smile and a word of thanks, she turned back to conversing with Leo.

Raph on the other hand felt like he was on fire. Every nerve ending in his body was alight and it was everything he could do to keep upright. It would be pretty embarrassing to fall out of his seat for no apparent reason and Raph wasn't sure he could explain his way out of something like that.

Steadying his hand, Raph reached for his drink. Anything to occupy his hands and mind while he tried to put himself back together.

The liquid was sweet and soothing on his suddenly parched throat.

Something was off though. As he sucked pensively on his straw Raph tried to pinpoint what exactly was different. Nothing immediately came to mind but the unsettled feeling remained.

Then he remembered…his drink didn't have a straw.

Eyes wide, Raph froze. Sharing drinks wasn't a big deal. When you lived in such close quarters for so long it was bound to happen eventually. The brothers had all done it once or twice, except Donnie of course. That guy had some serious germ issues. So ya, drinking from somebody else's glass wasn't anything to freak out about.

Except that it wasn't Mikey, or Leo, or even Donnie's drink. It was April's.

Every part of Raph's brain was screaming at him to keep calm, to put the drink back on the table and pretend like nothing had happened. Nobody had noticed yet.

It was the perfect crime.

Unfortunately Raph's hands were not in the most cooperative of moods. They kept their death grip on the glass, leaving the poor turtle to pray that no one would notice as he continued to sip the beverage.

As he sat, burning with embarrassment, Raph realized that the straw, April's straw in April's drink, had also been in April's mouth. Her lips, her plump, pink lips had been wrapped around the place where his currently rested. It was almost like her lips were on his, like some sort of indirect kiss.

Raph had never thought about kissing, at least not so much before April came into his life. Now he wondered if he would ever be able to stop thinking about it.

Tracing the plastic with his tongue, Raph could taste a slight fruity hint of her lip-gloss. It wasn't a strong flavor, nothing over powering. Still it made his mouth water and his stomach clench in a less then wholesome way. Was that what she would taste like if they were to…if Raph ever…kiss her? For real this time.

A clatter of plastic on concrete brought Raph back to his senses, and he swiftly returned the glass to its original position.

Fortunately no one had noticed his little slip up since they were distracted by Mikey knocking a bottle to the floor. It was practically empty so there wasn't much of a mess but it was enough of a distraction to allow Raph the time to pull himself back to reality.

What had he been thinking? Raph glanced nervously around the table but no one seemed to be paying him any attention. That was way to close. What if someone had caught him? What if APRIL had caught him? She would have automatically assumed he was some kind of pervert, or at least really, really weird. The very thought made his already cold blood run colder.

Never again, he promised himself. He was strong. He was in control.

Another brush of April's arm across his caught Raph's attention but he resolutely ignored it. He was stone. Nothing would shake his impenetrable calm. Especially not some pesky red head…

Even if she did have the softest skin he'd ever touched and lips that tasted like sugar.

Almost unconsciously Raph's tongue slipped out, tracing a slowly around his own lips. There was a tiny hint of flavor still clinging there. Guiltily he repeated the motion twice more until the last vestiges had disappeared. It was only a small thing but it filled Raph with a kind of warmth he couldn't find it in his heart to regret.

He would be stone tomorrow.