Afterglow

Sprain and Frustration

Rated: T

Summary: April learns Raph is a brilliant masseuse. Frisky behavior ensues.

Just an fyi, ya'll. I'm not going to be updating next week since I will be celebrating my birthday in the fabulous Las Vegas, NV! Look forward to the Halloween chapter in two weeks! xoxo

"OUCH! Not so hard!"

"Hey, I told you to take it easy in training - but did you listen to me? Nooooo. 'I can do it, Raphael! I'm almost a full blown kunoichi! I can take it!' you said." Raphael stated, making sure to imitate her speaking parts in the highest octave he could get his voice to go.

"I just wanted to get that kata right and you just had to be a big stud and show off when - OUCH!" April squealed when Raph's hand brushed along a tender spot on her back.

"See? You didn't listen to me, now you're hurt. I told you I wasn't going to go easy on you, so did you learn your lesson? No. So, you gonna be a big girl and listen to me next time?"

"Since when have I ever listened to you?" April sneered, her comment muffled by the pillow she burrowed her face into.

"Well, I suggest you start before you really hurt yourself and you end up stuck to a wheelchair because of sheer stubbornness, O' Neil. You're lucky too. You could have really strained a muscle in your back." Raph replied, shaking his head slightly in annoyance, his large hands running along her naked back, starting at her shoulder blades down to her hips than back again.

If it didn't hurt so badly, April would have outright laughed at her predicament -

Completely topless and laying flat on the hard floor of Raphael's room.

Sure, it seemed like a good idea at the time to go train with him at the dojo just to get some one-on-one training done. All was going well until his brother's showed up and Raph began showing off. Probably some leftover turtle instinct to prove he was the strongest in the room when his girlfriend was present. To make a long story short, she pushed herself harder than usual to keep up with him and ended up slamming her back on the unforgiving floor; which was the reason why she was now currently in this position - Raphael seated on her ass and examining her like a skilled chiropractor as she lay upon his cold bedroom floor, bare from the waist up.

"Feels like just a little muscle strain. You may have some muscle spasms later but nothing a heating pad won't help." Raphael diagnosed.

"Thank you, Dr. Hamoto. Will I ever be able to do ballet again?"

"I wouldn't suggest it even if you weren't hurt at all. Sorry to tell you this, but your dancing skills are amateur at best, O'Neil."

"Amateur? Oh, so you're judging my dancing now?"

"Hey, I call it like I see it." Raph chuckled and shrugged. Silently glad she was feeling well enough to have some good quality banter back and forth.

"Hmph. I'll be talking to my lawyer about suing you for malpractice by you ruthlessly crushing my dreams of doing Swan Lake on Broadway."

"Ooh, Broadway? Your singing is another thing. You sound like Ice Cream Kitty getting run over by a truck."

"Who are you now? Simon Cowell?"

"Your singing is frankly rubbish, my dear." Raph replied in a horrible mock British accent.

April couldn't help but start laughing at his attempt, completely forgetting for a moment it was excruciating to do so.

"Ow, ow, ow..." April said as her laughter slowly died down.

"See what ya get when you laugh at your boyfriend who's only trying to save you from the humiliation from the harsh critics?" Raph chuckled, applying warm gentle pressure on her lower back.

"Ooh..." April said suddenly, his palm pressing firmly against the middle of her back, making a pleasant spark shoot up her spine. "Oh...That feels so good..."

Raph smirked at her comment, running his hands over the expanse of her warm soft skin. Using his massage skills he'd learned over many years on the battlefield and dealing with every wound and muscle sprain or pull; imaginable; he masterfully kneaded the muscles in her back with sure presses of his palm and fingertips. Within moments, April was pretty much putty in his hands. Every stroke had her nearly mewling in delight and Raph couldn't stop the cocky smirk that was permanently etched onto his face. The sounds she was making even had him glancing to his door to make sure it was locked. Last thing he wanted was another one of them walking in to see if everything was okay - considering his girlfriend was topless and all.

"Ooh... Why didn't you tell me you were so amazing at backrubs?" April mumbled, not even realizing she was drooling into the pillow.

"Gotta keep some secrets from my girl." Raph replied, lowering himself gently over her, his mouth near the nape of her neck.

"Mmm... You're lucky I'm letting you live. Do you know how much I need backrubs in my life?"

"Well, it's your lucky day, sweetheart." Raph breathed hotly against her neck, his hands still continuing their wonderful adventure over her skin. "The only payment I require is a lap dance and some sex."

"Lap dance? Seriously? What happened to my 'amateur dancing skills' comment?" April growled sleepily into the pillow underneath her head, kinda confused how he ever heard of that but curiosity won over any anger that may have been there.

"When you're clothes come off, the the last thing my mind is gonna be how awful of a dancer you are." he chuckled.

April moved her head quizzically to the side and stared at him through heavily lidded eyes. "What the hell do you think a lap dance is, Raph? It's a dance. I perform on your lap."

"Naked, right?"

"In your dreams, Raphael..." April chuckled into the pillow, quietly reminding herself to call up a certain masked vigilant and grill him on some conversations he'd been having with Raphael lately. Raph would never give up details of their personal life to even his closest friend, but it didn't mean Casey could go on talking about other things. Especially Raph would be none the wiser and just take his words at face value. Oh, that Jones... Or she could just be panicking when all he did was watch one of those rated R movies that they sometimes rented 'on accident' occasionally. Those gratuitous sex scenes and any human interaction were always unrealistic. It was most likely the latter that gave him that ideal idea of what a lap dance was.

"Oh really? Nah. Forget the lap dance. Some sex should cut it." his voice broke through her clouded thoughts.

"Hmm. Well, I guess that doesn't sound too terrible." April mumbled into the pillow, the frustration melting away under his skilled hands.

"Ooh - score! But, of course we'll have to wait til you're one-hundred percent healed. If we went right ahead and did it now, it would be like having sex with a ninety year old lady, and I'd rather wait seventy years for that to happen." Raph chuckled deeply, leaning down to kiss the spot right between her shoulder blades.

"Oh, God, don't ruin the mood, Raph..." April groaned, trying her damnedest to get those images he conjured up out of her head.

"Sorry. Heh." he replied, his hot breath ghosting over her skin. "Do I at least get a kiss for all my hard work?"

"Five more minutes than we'll see." April grumbled, not caring in the least when she began dribbling on the pillow.

"Tease." he grumbled halfheartedly, continuing his tender ministrations upon her throbbing spine. He was actually just messing with her about the whole thing, knowing sex in the lair was probably the stupidest idea considering his three brothers and super-sonic hearing father around. It didn't mean he couldn't do other things though. Smirking softly to himself, he leaned down and began kissing her shoulder blades as his thumbs rubbed deep circles upon her lower back.

"Mmmm... Oh yesssss... Right there... oh..." April groaned into the pillow, muffling the erotic sounding noise.

"Hmph. Looks like your five minutes are up. So, did I earn my kiss now or do I just have to collect my other payment?" Raph growled against her skin, lips softly nipping and teasing her flesh.

"Oh, fine... I guess you deserve something even if this was all your fault in the first place." April acquiesced with light ribbing in her voice.. She turned her head to the side to find Raphael leaning over her shoulder. Lips pressed quickly against hers, the firm pressure of that cool mouth making her toes curl in the confines of her shoes. Ever since her dad had showed back up, the two weren't able to get much time alone and sex was impossible. Now alone for the first time in what seemed like years; feeling his body so close and craving him so badly didn't make it any easier to stop where this was ultimately heading very quickly.

The position was soon changed, April rolling over to only resume the kissing. Arms strewn across his shoulders and his weight feeling warm and pleasant on top of her sexually frustrated body. She was about to say, 'fuck it' and seeing if he'd be interested in collecting his payment right on the floor - only for a slamming door from outside the room had Raphael pulling away.

"MIKEY!" the sound of Donatello's screams and the youngest turtle's laughter chiming out across the lair had the two grudgingly pulling away from each other.

"Ugh... Are we ever gonna be alone again? When's your dad leaving out of town?" Raph groaned, rubbing his snout along her throat before slowly lifting himself up from off of her.

"... I don't know. He's on vacation time now." April grumbled, reluctantly sitting up, reaching for, and putting back on her bra. "If we don't get to do it soon though, I'm gonna jump your bones in an dark alley, you know that, right?"

"Lookin' forward to it." he chuckled, pulling away the shirt she just picked up.

"Hey! Give me that!" she giggled, standing to her feet as he made his way to the bed.

"Oh, I don't know, O'Neil. Might look pretty good on me." he said, putting it in front of him, the scrap of cloth over his wide frame made April laugh out loud.

"Totally, Raphael. It's all the rage in Mutant Turtle Fashion Weekly."

"Awesome. Let me try it on. Kinda like seeing you running around in just your bra anyway."

Panicked blue eyes widened at his statement, rushing the bed where he was standing. He fell on his back onto the mattress and she ended up sitting on his lap, grasping at her thin t-shirt but was met with air instead. A sudden pain in her lower back caused her to fall forward against his plastron.

"Oww..." she mumbled into his neck.

"Oops. Sorry, babe. Here." he said, eyes wide and laced with concern as he quickly handed her back the shirt.

"Gotcha!" she said smugly, quickly sitting up and grabbing the shirt away from his surprised grasp. In truth, her back screamed at her, but she wouldn't let him know that. She quickly leaned down to kiss his snout after placing her shirt back on, but to her surprise, he moved his head up, meeting her lips instead. Earlier arousal only came back with sheer intensity with their realization of their position on his bed. Falling heavier over his frame, she kissed him back, hands cradling his head and neck.

"MIKEY! What did you DO!?" Leo's voice suddenly rung out, making the redhead and green-eyed terrapin cringe at the anger held in that normally stoic voice.

"Crap..." April pouted as she sat up and quickly rolled off of him. Raph just sighed before sitting on the edge of the bed, cracking his neck and standing to his feet.

"Yikes. Well, I guess we have no choice but to make sure Mikey lives til' tomorrow. Kinda like having that little shit around sometimes." Raph shrugged, making his way to the door. He looked back at April, who gave him a tight smile as she closed the distance between them.

Raph opened the door to nothing but mass chaos. He felt April deflate next to him upon seeing the mess made in the lair.

"Oh, God..." April groaned.

"Welcome to the Hamato Household, O'Neil." Raphael sighed.

As April took in the scene in front of her, she tried her damnedest not to pathetically sigh at the mess of the lair. There was papers everywhere. The youngest turtle rolling around in them like piles of autumn leaves as the genius terrapin tried in vain to pick them all up and put them in the order they were in. Leo was somewhere on the outskirts of the scene, seething at the mess in front of him. Raph was just taking it at face value - not really caring how it all started but his own fists itching to beat some sense into his youngest brother but knew it would probably cause more harm than good. Green eyes slightly widened when the next words fell from his girlfriend's lips.

"We really need to get our own place..."