The door slammed open with a bang as they came in, Mikey once again carrying Caitlin over his shoulder. He had a wide goofy grin on his face and she was laughing. "Put me down!"
She felt him shrug under her. "Okay." He said as he spun her around and flopped her onto the bed. She fell hard enough to bounce a few times on it as he turned to go close the door, then locked it. He turned back to her as she got off of the bed. "Now...where were we?"
"You were in the middle of perfecting your caveman routine." She smiled amused at him. He always made her smile, she knew he irritated the others to no end, but she actually enjoyed his antics. Even on the worst days she could count on him to bring a smile to her face.
"Me Mikey, you Caitlin." He grunted as he walked towards her.
"I think that's more along the lines of Tarzan."
"Same difference." He shrugged.
Mikey then looked at this woman before him. A woman he had found in the sewers, scared, weak, dirty, and running for her life. She was totally a different woman now as she stood before him. Her green eyes holding his were filled with love. She was so completely different than him, where he was outgoing, she was shy. Where he was always goofing off, she was more reserved. Where he was stupid, she was smart. "Why did you fall for me Caitlin?" He asked honestly as he took her in his arms. "I'm not a great catch like my brothers are. Leo is so calm, always knows what to do, Donnie is so smart and can fix anything. Raph is strong and...um...well...strong. Why did you fall for me?" His tone took on an unusual serious tone. For once all traces of his crazy whacky side firmly pushed to the side as he looked into her eyes. "What did you see in me?"
She smiled softly as she put her hand on his cheek. "What did I see? I saw a being with compassion, a turtle with an unusual insight to things that sometimes makes his brothers stare at him in wonder that they didn't think of it first, I saw a fun loving soul who tries his best to make everyone's day filled with smiles, even in the middle of a fight." Her hand moved from his cheek to his orange bowtie as the other one came up, then she untied it as she kept speaking. "I still see all of those things in you, but now I also see the caring, loving individual you are. The gentle father to Ari and the perfect husband for me." She finished as she pulled the bowtie away before carefully folding it up.
He just stared at her a moment, his eyes taking in her calm, happy face. Happy at what he now was to her. Happy he was her husband. He softly brought his lips to hers after he fully took in her words. She fully took him as he was, imperfections and all. She returned his soft kiss, her hand once again going to his cheek as they deepened it before she pulled back with a mischievous smile. "I still think you watch too many cheesy horror flicks though." She pulled out of his arms to walk over to the dresser and put the bowtie down, then carefully stepped out of her heels. Next she removed the hair clip that held back her blonde tresses and carefully placed it next to the bowtie as she shook out her hair with the other hand.
"Hey! What's wrong with a good cheesy horror flick?" He complained as he slipped out of his jacket and threw it messily onto the bed. "They are good for a laugh." He sat on the bed and untied his shoes.
"Yes, but you don't laugh my dear. You let out these annoying girly screams."
"I do not!" He kicked his shoes off, flinging them across the room.
She just gave him that knowing smile. Then went to go pick the shoes up and placed them neatly on the floor next to hers by the dresser. "Okay," She amended as she walked over and picked up the jacket he had carelessly tossed onto the bed "they sound more like a tortured cat." She hung the jacket up on the back of the single chair in the room.
She turned back around to find him standing right behind her. "I'd like to make you sound like a tortured cat." He murmured as he pulled her close.
"Oh? Is that supposed to be a good thing?" She asked him with a raised eyebrow. "Sounds a little painful to me."
Mikey groaned. "You know what I mean!" He flustered as he let her go again so he could throw his hands in the air and she chuckled.
She reached out and pulled on the waistline of his pants and drew him back close to her again. "Oh Mikey...I do love you."
"I do hope so." He grinned back "It would be one heck of a waste to throw this shindig for you if you didn't." This time it was his hand that came up to caress her cheek. "I love you too, Kit Kat." His tone was deadly serious again as he said it. A tone he didn't use often and the look in his eye as he said it sent a shiver down her spine. That same hand gently cupped her chin and he drew her towards him and caught her lips in another kiss.
She melted against him as he deepened the kiss, her eyes closed and her arms snaking around his neck, entwining her fingers in his mask tails. Mikey brought his hands over the smooth fabric of the sleek dress she wore and carefully opened the zipper in the back before he pulled his head away from her. Looking in those eyes he loved so much, he brought the dress over her shoulders and with a shrug she let it fall to the floor into a soft pool around her feet. As always, the sight of her took his breath away for a moment before he brought his hands to her smooth shoulders, his thumbs sliding the bra straps down her shoulder. She just looked at him, her eyes bright with her own emotions. Eyes that drew him in as he pulled her close to him, his lips hungerly tasting the skin on her neck before he moved his mouth lower.
His hands bushed her bra out of the way as his mouth came down his tender lips barely brushing her skin, but his touch sending jolts through her. Wherever he softly passed, he left a trail of fire on her skin. Caitlin closed her eyes to the feelings, her hands reached out to gently hold his head as his lips brushed over her nipple, the his tongue gave it the same treatment. She pulled his head harder against her with a moan and he sucked hard on that nub he had been teasing. "Mmmm" She moaned out into the room, the soft sound urging him on, wanting more.
He brought his head back up to hers and pulled her against him, holding her close with one arm as his other hand slid under the fabric of her underwear. Nibbling her ear, he pulled the piece of cloth from her hips and that too slid to the floor. Then he pressed his cheek to hers, burying his face into her hair. He loved her hair, it felt so alive to him and he adored the color of it. Reminded him of a sunny day.
He brought his free hand into her folds, rubbing that very sensitive nub. Her breathing started to pick up and that soft sound was delicious to him as held his head close to hers still. She was starting to respond to his touch, moisture started to meet his probing fingers as he rubbed farther back. His fingers now easily moving against the slick skin, and slid just as easily inside.
She bucked against him and he still held her firm against his chest, still kept his head next to hers, breathing in the scent of her hair along with the scent of her arousal. He pushed the finger farther in, and did it again, picking up the pace with it as she moved her hips against his hand, her moans filling his ear. Sweat was starting to bead on her skin as her body warmed against him, her hands holding tight to his shirt, wrinkling the fabric as she dug her fingers in. Not quite done with her yet, he added his thumb, pressing it against her clit even as he still moved the finger inside of her. Then with his natural dexterity, he moved both at the same time, his thumb pressing hard against her clit as his finger pushed hard in her.
She was whimpering now as she squirmed harder against him, thrusting her pelvis against his hand. He held his hold on her, feeling her whole body shudder and quake against him as he brought her closer to what she wanted. She buried her face into his neck as he still finger pumped her, her cries becoming more desperate, more needy and he felt her begin to tighten around his digit. Then he stopped, just pulled his hand away and stopped. She let out a disappointed mewling sound against his neck and he grinned.
"And that's what a tortured cat sounds like."
She pulled back from him in a heartbeat and the look she gave him was enough to send Raph ducking for cover, but he just kept grinning at her.
"Oh...no...you...didn't." She told him in a low tone.
"Yup, I suuuure did."
Before he could get the hell out of the way of the swing he could have sworn was coming, she reached out and grabbed his pants again and yanked him back towards her. She glared into his eyes as she undid the belt, undid the clasp and zipper and yanked the shirt out of it. With quick precision her hands yanked them down, a lot of yanking he noticed, and zeroed in on his slit.
"My turn." She told him and pushed her fingers against his already swelling spot, hard. This time it was him making the pleasure noises as he let out a yip that turned into a churr. This time it was him who was squirming under her touch as she kept rubbing hard against him and it really didn't take long for him to fall into her hand, heck, he was already close to coming out anyway.
Her fingers firmly clasped around him and he shuddered with another churr, then she began to pump him and his world began to spin. He must have really pissed her off because she'd never been that rough with him before, but he was enjoying it. He bucked against her hand as she moved faster, his hands clinging to her the way she had clung to him as the churrs came uncontrolled from his throat. Again he held her close but it was him moaning into her ear this time as her hand kept it's hard pace between them.
Her hard grip and fast pace was driving him wild. He had always been proud of the fact that he could hold back for a long while, but he was rapidly approaching his limit, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it in. His knees were trembling and his hot, heavy breaths were coming faster, but still she didn't relent. Her hand never faltered. He felt it coming, and he was going to come hard. "Ungh...C-cait..I-I..."
She gave him a few more tugs, even harder if that was possible. Sometimes he forgot about how strong she actually was. "O-oh G-god...C-caaaait!" He threw his head back in ecstasy as he released. His hot seed squirted out between them and kept coming, covering her and himself and she still pumped him. His knees were trembling violently now as she pumped him dry, milking him for everything he had. Finally she released him and exhausted, he literally fell to the floor with a thud as his legs gave out on him.
She stood over him, hands on her hips, covered in his semen and glared down at him. "And that's what you get for teasing me like that!" She snapped, then turned to go towards the bathroom, leaving him laid out on the floor.
Caitlin was mumbling to herself when she turned the water on and stepped into the warm shower. She usually didn't mind his antics...but tonight? He had to do that tonight? She brought her head under the warm water and soaked her hair, washing his fluids out of it. And as it washed away, so did her anger. It was who he was after all, it was those antics that drew her to him. She really shouldn't expect him to change, even for one night, even for this night. Because then he wouldn't be who he was. She did smile a little though, bet he wouldn't try that stunt again.
She just stood under the water, letting its warmth relax her and calm her even more. It was their wedding night after all and she really didn't want to be angry with him.
It wasn't too much longer when she felt him behind her before his arms wrap around her waist. "I'm sorry." He murmured in her ear after he brought his face next to hers again. "That was a bit childish...even for me."
She didn't answer him, but let her head fall back against his shoulder. That simple gesture letting him know she really wasn't mad anymore.
The look he gave her then was nothing like the mischievous one from earlier when he brought his lips to hers, tenderly kissing and sucking. After a little while he turned her towards him. "Let's say we try this again."
"Up to it already?" She asked him coyly. "Thought you wouldn't be able to function the rest of the night after that."
"Kit Kat, don't underestimate my stamina, or my desire for you." He brought his lips to hers again and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. He was right, he hadn't even really tucked away from earlier and she felt his hot flesh stiffening again against her thigh as he pressed her against the shower wall, the warm water spilling over them both as their lovemaking heated back up.
When he brought his hand down to spread her legs apart, she was more than ready for him. He lifted her slightly by her hips and set her down onto him. As he began to fill her her breathing picked up with the feeling and the anticipation of what was going to come, and he didn't make her wait long. His body held her against the wall, his firm hands on her hips as he lifted her and slammed her back down on him as he thrust up to meet her. All she could do was hold him as she lost herself in the sensation. Lost herself in her love for him.
He buried his head into her neck, kissing it as he pushed inside of her, over and over again. His firm thrusts not even hinting at what she did to him earlier as he moved harder. Her gasps were loud, pleading, wanting more, and he gave it. Gone was the prankster, the jokester, the eternal child. He was none of those as he slammed into her again, causing her to moan loudly, he was her husband and he was giving her pleasure on her wedding night.
His head lifted from her neck as his thrusts grew more intense, his churrs filled her ears as his hot flesh moved hard inside her. "Come for me." He whispered in her ear, his tone husky. He pushed into her so far he buried his long, hard penis to the hilt and she cried out, holding onto him as the intense shot of pleasure washed through her. But it wasn't enough, the release she wanted was still not quite ready to let go. "Come." He whispered a second time that was followed by another deep thrust. Then a third.
Caitlin's body finally responded to those whispered commands and she brought her face into his neck as she moaned loudly, her body trembling as she felt him so much more through her now even tighter flesh. He pushed deep into her again and she threw her head back. "Mikey!" She cried out as he kept the pace as she convulsed around him.
"Cait...mmmh...my Cait..." He moaned loudly in her ear as he released inside of her. "My Kit Kat..." He whispered as he leaned against her, still holding her against the wall as she trembled against his body.
They stayed like that, each of them unable to move, or even wanting too. It was the water turning cold that finally made Mikey reach over to turn it off. "So...does that get me off of the hook?" He asked her with a smile as he took in her worn, but happy, features.
"I suppose so." She replied with a tired smile.
"Good...now would you mind helping me figure out how to get my jizz off of the ceiling?" He grinned at her. "You did put it there after all."
She looked at him a moment, then laughed. God, she loved this turtle so much.