#waterstar2016

He noticed her tone wasn’t quite prim, but more on the defensive. He smirked, he didn’t mind stroking her in the opposite direction. “Ah well. I thought I’d have breakfast in bed…but I’ll wanda down ta the kitchens and see what’s cookin’. The terrapin stood and resisted barking out a laugh when she huffed and averted her gaze to his nakedness. There was still suspicion and even hesitancy in those pretty green eyes of hers. He knew what he’d seen last night when her eyes sparked and she’d ground herself on his face. Smirking, he grabbed the yakata at the side of his bed. 

Hearing a knock at the door had Immogene grabbing her robe. Putting it over her shoulders as she stood, she then looked at the terrapin and called out. “Enter.” A smile formed on her lips when she saw Gabriella come into the room.

The petite woman looked at the couple. Out of habit she looked at Immogene and did a quick scan of her friend and found there was nothing to be seen. In fact, the woman looked more than ok. She couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but there was something different. Then she looked at the massive mutant turtle. 

“Good morning?” Gabriella couldn’t help the question like inflection in her voice. She cleared her throat. “I know I’m a little early, but…”, She looked at the turtle again, “…I’m a little excited about today, you know how I get Immogene.” 

Immogene let out a soft laugh and Raphael chuckled.

“A’ight, ladies. I can take a hint, I’ll make myself scarce.” He looked over at Immogene and smirked. “But first…”. Walking over to her side of the bed he stopped in front of her and wrapped a large arm around her waist, pulling her into his form. “Betta avert yer eyes pixie.”

Gabriella cocked her head and a quiet squeak left her lips when she saw him kiss her friend. For a moment she was unable to look away. After a a sudden stiffening of her body her friend seemed to melt into the kiss. She quickly looked up at the ceiling and hummed to herself. 

Raphael released her and she gripped his arm for balance. Her eyes narrowed before relenting and shaking her head. “Erm.”

Chuckling deeply the male grinned down at the woman. “I had ta grab an appetizer before I left.”

Immogene huffed and pursed her lips. 

The look only made the behemoth chuckle some more. After giving the woman a long look he then turned away and started making his way towards the doors. Reaching the smaller woman he gave her a wink. “Lata pipsqueak.” Not waiting for a response he continued walking. When he reached the door, he looked back at over his shoulder. “Immogene, I’ll be wantin’ a midnight snack later.”

Arriving at the department store they noticed a woman waiting for them. She was elegantly dressed and had an opera length slim cigarette holder between her fingers. The smoke wasn’t lit, so it seemed to be more a part of her ensemble. 

“Mes cheries. Welcome. I am Madame Giselle.” She walked to stand between the two. “Master Shredder was most explicit in his instructions.” She tapped the holder lightly with her thumb. “May I be bold enough to say, he’s…different than the last one, non?”

Immogene arched her brow and Gabriella found herself giggling softly.

Fang and Trax on the other hand, laughed outright.

Madame brought them through each section, showing them the stores wares and making helpful suggestions along the way. Such business was good and the money real. It had surprised her at first that it wasn’t counterfeit. She kept the questions to herself though.

The two women felt a little odd. To be out in public, shopping and spending money on themselves. The concept was a little foreign.

Gabriella leaned towards her friend. “This almost feels like the old days…before…you know…”.

Immogene nodded. “It does.” 

Trax and Fang had so far managed not to grumble over the experience. If anything they were enjoying watching their charges have some fun. But…

Noticing the two males were a little green at the gills she chuckled and then clapped her hands. Striding over she stopped between them. “Will you trust me with your ladies, gentlemen? I promise you they are safe.”

Fang looked up to Trax. “What do you think?” 

The triceratops was about to answer when his eyes widened. “Um.”

The madame grinned. “Ah, Victoria, Constance. So nice of you to join us.” The fox and tiger mutant females went up to the wolf and the trike.

The males looked conflicted. Fang glanced down at the arctic fox and had to stop his tongue from lolling out. His tail on the other hand was wagging. Trax snorted. “Obvious.” But his own eyes found the tiger and he cracked his neck.

Madame chuckled. “I called these ladies to entertain you. You see…”, She gestured with the cigarette to the large wooden doors at the end of the hall. “Behind those doors is for les mademoiselles eyes only. I give you my vow that they will be safe.” A grin appeared on her lips. “Otherwise it would be bad for business, non?”  

Both Trax and Fang looked to Immogene. Gabriella was busy trying not to laugh at their efforts to not seem so eager. 

Immogene licked her lips and managed to keep the smile tugging at them concealed. “I believe the Master did mention something of a ‘gift’ for the both of you. Enjoy.” 

Fang and Trax looked at each other. “Well. We’re not going to argue.”

“Now, ladies. I believe you were in need of a new wardrobe?” The Madame gestured to two long divans set in the middle of the room.

They were given cold juice and a platter of petit fours while various items of clothing were being brought out.

Seeing the expression of her friends face Immogene chuckled. “Gabriella, the way you’re twisting your hands in your lap suggests that brain of yours is worrying away at something.”

Gabriella shook her head as if coming out of a trance. She took a nibble of the merengue while she gathered her thoughts. After swallowing she exhaled a soft breath. “I’m not exactly sure I even know what I’m asking.” 

Immogene arched her brow and took a sip of her drink while contemplating which of the small delicacies she was going to have. 

The smaller woman popped the rest of the treat in her mouth. “You know how when Raph left he…um…asked about a midnight snack and spoke of an appetizer?” She picked up another merengue. “What did he mean? Do you know? I mean…he’s not like Slash by any means, I just…you know me.”

Immogene felt the heat rising to her cheeks.

The Madame happened to overhear the question and a slow smile spread on her features. She called to one of her girls and gave instructions. 

“Erm.” Immogene chewed the small lemon and cream cheese filled pastry. “Well, it seems Raphael, he is indeed a male of another species. He does not hold to the rules our ex husbands did. I guess, I would say he is rather progressive.” The flush deepened on her cheeks. “He used his mouth on me.” No point in pussy footing.

Gabriella looked at her friend with a confused expression on her face. Suddenly her eyes widened and she unobtrusively gestured to where the apex of her friends thighs would be. “Ohhh.”

A surprised laugh left Immogene’s lips. “Yes. There.” 

The smaller woman opened her mouth and then snapped it shut. She then pursed her lips.

Immogene sighed and straightened her dress. “He seemed to take great pleasure in performing the act.”

The next question left Gabriella’s lips immediately. “Did he..you know?” 

Understanding registered on Immogene’s face. “No.”

Gabriella blinked, she was shocked into silence. Before she thought of anymore questions to ask the Madame came back out with two other women in tow. One of them was carrying a tray. 

“I must apologize. I overheard the beginning of your conversation.” She looked at Immogene and inclined head. “It was not done on purpose.”

Immogene cleared her throat. “As long as it remains in this room, there will be no consequence.”

The Madame shook her head with a smile. “No, of course not.” She waved her hands for her girls to wait a moment. “I will tell you though, hearing it made me want to offer you a procedure that will…shall we say enhance the experience.”

A little while later, Immogene sat back down in the chair, albeit a little more delicately than she had before. “I shall have to keep that procedure in my mind for a type of mild torture.” She did have to admit though, that with her newly awakened awareness, it did feel more…sensitive down there. Not all of her pubic hair had been plucked, a small triangle had been left at the top of her mound. Very firmly, she pushed the thought of Raphael’s possible reaction out of her mind. 

Madame held out her hand to Immogene. “Oh cherie, those eyes of yours. They can kill with a look. But, I’m going to make you look like you can kill. The whole deadly package if you would.” She then looked to the smaller woman. “Gabriella, Emily will help you choose your attire.”

The women fit the two friends into clothing that was suited to their colouring and figures.

Immogene and Gabriella came out of their changing rooms at the same time. The Madame gasped loudly. “Oh! I am good at what I do.” She walked around Gabriella first. “Ma petite, this colour blue sets your eyes off nicely, your lithe body is suited to the lines of the dress. Then she looked to the Mistress of their city. “Immogene.” A sultry laugh left her lips. “Do me a favour and tug the metal broach at the bodice would you?

Immogene looked down and pulled at the silver piece. A smile formed on her lips and she finished pulling what was a six inch dagger from the corset style top. 

The Madame walked up to her. “What do you think?”

Immogene chuckled. The sound held an edge. She looked at herself in the mirror and then met her friends startled eyes in the reflection. “I think…looks can…and will kill.”

Amongst her haul, there was a black dress with a blood red lace trim. A request satisfied.

The two women looked at each other had had to stifle their laughter when Trax and Fang looked at all of the bags.

Fang coughed quietly. “I think we’re going to need to call for another car, Trax.”

Trax shook his head. “Maybe more than one.”

Back at Gabriella’s apartments Immogene looked towards her friend when she spoke. 

“So much has changed hasn’t it.” Gabriella sighed with a quirk of her lips. “I know, I’m stating the obvious here.” 

Immogene thought for a moment.“I’m starting to think it isn’t temporary.” Walking over to the table she picked up one of the shopping bags at random. After taking its contents out, she placed it in a drawer. 

The smaller woman nodded. “In its own way, it’s scary.” She grabbed a dress of light blue and hugged it to herself. “I’m afraid I’m going to wake up and realize this was all just a dream.” 

Immogene walked over and set a hand on her shoulder. “Are you still dreaming of Kanto?” 

Her friend swallowed and gave a small nod. “Not all of the time.” In the last dream she had, Kanto had been hovering above her.

An angry noise sounded in Immogene’s throat. “I hope the both of them are rotting in bowels of hell.” She considered before speaking again. “I’m not sure if those dreams will ever completely go away, but I believe in time, they will lessen for the both of us.” She squeezed the shoulder gently and looked down and into the woman’s eyes. “When we wake after such an experience, we can calm ourselves by knowing they are dead and we are not.” The green gaze burned. “I know the memory of the sound of me cutting off Oruko’s hands soothes me. Just think of how Kanto would have choked on the rings.” Immogene smiled. “I approved of your chosen ending for him, my dear friend.”

A surprised laugh left Gabby’s lips. “You’re right. They’re gone for good, I just have to keep reminding myself of that until it sinks in.” She hugged her friend with the dress still clutched in her hand. “Today was good. Today was amazing.”

Immogene smiled. “That it was.” 

Gabriella then chuckled and unwrapped herself from Immogene. “I wonder what Master Shred…, I mean, Raph will think of your new accessories. I especially like the dagger that goes between your…”.  She pointed to her own chest. “It’s a great hiding spot.”

A laugh left Immogene’s lips. “We’re going to be alright my friend.”

After spending a little more time helping Gabriella put away her purchases, she bade her a good evening and started back to her own apartments. Just what would the terrapin think of her newly acquired pieces? She had a strange feeling that he would more than approve. 

Shouto and Fang accompanied her at a distance. One at the front and the other holding the rear. She appreciated their discreteness. It aided in the development of a feeling of independence. Admittedly, she was also starting to enjoy when the two walked near her so conversation could run freely. 

She decided to meet Amber at her quarters and turned down another hall. 

The two males flanked the sides of the door as she went in.

The sound of a vase crashing had her alert.

“I said no. Leave me alone!” The sound of a slap could be heard and with the fear for her handmaiden and friend flooding her veins she headed towards the sounds.

Fangs ears swivelled. “There’s trouble inside.” Shouto started drawing his katana and Fang shook his head. “I think our lady has this handled.”

The Elite considered for a moment and then grinned. “I believe you’re right.”

Fang cracked the door and both men listened in. 

Peering around the corner Immogene saw one of the men from the meetings holding Amber by the hair. “Stop struggling you bitch.” The man shook the woman. 

Raphael was heading back to their apartments when out of the corner of his eye, he saw Shouto and Fang peering in the door to Amber’s quarters. “I’m gonna assume that this ain’t a peepin’ Tom situation, but do ya mind telling me what’s goin’ on.”

The two males caught Raph up to what was happening inside. 

The behemoth of a turtle smirked. “I think I’m gonna go in an’ take in tha show.” He had no doubts in his mind that Immogene was gonna serve the man his just desserts and he wanted to see it happen. It was something else seeing her start to grow into stripes. 

Immogene stepped fully around the corner and her heels clicked on the marble. “Let. Her. Go.” 

The man stilled for only a moment. What was the mahogany haired woman doing here? She was supposed to be out shopping all day with the little dragon doll. He scoffed. “And what if I don’t?”

A smile formed on her lips. “I think you know the answer to that.”

He laughed and shoved Amber to the floor. “You should have stayed out longer. Amber and I were just going to spend some time together before I left for Japan.” He took a menacing step towards her and wondered why the smile didn’t falter on her face. “Master Shredder’s not here to help you.”

She exhaled slowly. “You might be right, but my guards are just outside. All I have to do is call for them. But, since I’m feeling, shall we say…feisty. I’ll give you the choice of dealing with me or them.”

The man shrugged. If he could take out the head bitch and escape out the balcony, the Foot might be able to get back to the old ways. He pretended to consider and then lunged towards the woman and managed to backhand her. 

Raphael’s fists clenched with the effort it was taking to hold himself back. He knew she had to do this. If only to realize the power she had. Didn’t mean he didn’t want to tear the guys head off though.

Immogene chuckled in her throat and licked the blood from the corner of her now split lip. “You think after what I dealt with Oruko, that bothers me?” She shook her head. “That tickled.” Something in her eyes flashed. “I think it’s my turn to tickle you, except it will be red and not pink.”

The broad was crazy. “What the fuck are you talking about?” He pulled a knife from the inside pocket of his jacket and whipped it at her face.

She leaned back and the metal whisked by her cheek. When coming back up straight she spun a kick out and into the man’s kidney with the steel toed point of her stiletto. He stumbled and she used the momentum of it to help him to the floor by landing another kick behind his knee. 

The knife fell out of his hand and onto the floor, tumbling a few inches away. He groaned and started trying to reach for it. 

Her heel came down on his hand hard, pinning it to the floor. The small bones of his fingers and palm, fractured under the pressure. A pained scream left his lips. She lifted her heel and the man brought his broken hand to his chest, cradling it against his body. Not wasting any time she kicked him in the ribs and then shoved him with her foot over and onto his back. 

Lifting her foot up she moved aside his tie and jacket while he struggled to catch his breath. “Coochie, coochie coo.” 

Raphael’s smirk grew as he watched the woman smile when she slammed the spike of her stiletto into the mans heart. It was then he leaned against the column, his arm supporting him. His eyes narrowed at her. ‘Son of a bitch, I think I’m in love.’ He’d known he cared for her and that had been enough of a surprise. But falling in love, him? That was something he never thought would happen. Yet here he was looking all goo goo eyed at the woman who was again covered in blood. He tucked the thought away, for now.

Immogene looked to Amber. “We’ll get this cleaned up.” Concern showed in her green eyes.

Amber was surprised when she laughed. “Ok.” She looked at her mistress with an odd expression on her face.

Immogene squatted beside the body. “Why don’t you head to the physician, I also want you take the next couple of days to rest.”

Before Amber could respond her eyes went a little wider at who she saw approaching them.

“Did ya have to let him hit ya?” Raphael had came out from behind the column and reaching her, he stopped just as she was pulling out the stiletto from the man’s chest. It made a sucking sound before it released and a little blood squirted out and onto her neck and bodice of her short dress.

“Damnit. I just bought this.” She wiped off the heel on the man’s jacket. “He was on guard. Your speech a little while ago had him wary. I needed him not to be.” 

Raphael nodded and held out his hand.

She looked at the large green and three fingered hand considering before placing her own in it. A sharp exhale left her lips when the male pulled her up and into his front. The stiletto fell to the floor with a clatter. 

Raphael lifted his other hand to his mouth and licked his finger before gently wiping the blood off the woman’s split lip. He could see it was already healing. He shifted his eyes to Amber for only a second and nodded his head towards the door. “Go get yerself taken care of, Amba. Fang will take ya to the doctor. I’ll take it from here.”

Amber stood and after a moment to gain her bearings, she walked passed the couple. She looked at them over her shoulder and a smile wanted to tug at her lips.

“That was…quite the show, Kitten. I really liked the tickled red part. Afta all, it is my favourite colour.” This little display of hers had his cock pushing against its slit.

A huffed laugh escaped her lips and she looked down on the body. “My father might have said your influence is a bad one.” She laughed lightly. “But, under the circumstances I know he would have wholly approved.” Looking up she met the golden gaze and what she saw had a new awareness growing inside of her. Maybe she should see the physician too. The naked want in the males eyes was stirring.

The turtle couldn’t resist any longer and he bent his head, gently kissing her lips. When he pulled away he smirked. “So, busy day huh?”

Immogene chuckled and then chewed on the inside of her lip. Here she was, standing beside someone she had killed, the smell of his blood in the air, but yet she found herself wanting to touch the male holding her. “Shall we go?”

Raphael nodded. There was something going on in that mind of hers. “Ya, let’s get ya back.”

When Shouto closed the double doors to the apartments she went to the bathroom to clean up. Raphael poured himself a whisky and one for the woman. He then stood in front of the fireplace looking into the flames. It was time to write his brother. Would he come? A bark of laughter left his lips. “He’ll prolly think y’av lost yer mind.”

When the woman opened the door he noticed the split in her lip was now pink. “Handy trick.” He said to himself as she walked towards him. “So, what’d ya get today?”

She arched her brow and looked at the table that was overflowing. “Oh, this and that.” Seeing the whiskey she picked up the glass and took a sip. “Madame was good at her job.” Her green eyes glittered in the light of the fire. “I really liked the accessories. It didn’t take much convincing for me to buy one of everything.” 

The terrapin chuckled and resisted reaching out to her. She had to come to him again. “Ya?”

Immogene smirked. “The stilettos came in handy, I think.”

Raphael chuckled and the deep and dark sound had her stomach tightening. She took another sip of whiskey. 

“Ya committed murder in style.” A wide smirk formed on his lips.

Her held tilted back and she laughed. It was the first full bodied laugh she had since she’d been taken.

The turtle then grabbed a short rectangular shaped box off the mantle. “I had this made fer ya. Somthin’ the women of ma brothers clan wear.”

Setting her glass down on the mantle she gave him a questioning look before taking the box and lifting the lid. Her lips parted and a dark grin then formed on them. It was a finger claw. Delicate with its flowed design. She shook her head, still grinning. He wanted her to be strong. He wanted her to be able to defend herself and kill if necessary. “Well then.”

Immogene set the box back on the mantle and stepped into his front. 

The turtles eyes widened before a rumble left his chest and he wrapped an arm around her waist. “I take it ya approve.”

She ran her hand up his hard front and rested it on his pectoral. “Yes.” Her eyes met his and she realized something. She’d thought she would never want to touch a man again, not after Oruko. But, right now, she was filled with a need to do exactly that. “Don’t move. Please. Just…just let me…feel you.”

Raphael swallowed. ‘Fuck me.’ His cock slid out. It was now hard, hot and heavy within his trousers. ‘Don’t move ya asshole. See what she does.’ Curiosity and and a good dose of heat shone from the golden orbs.

Her other hand rubbed up and down his hard plastron. Keeping her eyes on his, her fingers undid the buttons on his shirt one by one. 

A louder rumble sounded from the broad chest when she touched him with her bare hand. 

Immogene traced the groves, exploring the feel of the different whorls and textures. Her hand slipped lower and the only reaction from the male was that his breathing became deeper. She found the buckle of his belt and undid it. The button of his pants followed.

Her nipples hardened under the robe. She blinked. Her desire was growing from touching him. Was this what he had felt while pleasuring her?

She swallowed and pulled down his zipper. The pants slithered down his legs and pooled on the floor. His cock lifted with the restriction removed, but it hung at a slight angle with its weight. 

Her eyes remained on his, she wanted to see what he was feeling. Looking into his eyes also gave her, surprisingly enough, reassurance.

Immogene licked her lips and reached down and touched his member. She slid her fingers under and grasped it. Her lips parted. She couldn’t wrap her hand around it.

Raphael’s grip tightened around her waist. He wanted to see her delicate hand holding his cock, but he refused to leave her gaze. 

She stroked him. Her hand slid all the way down to his base and then back up and over the bulbous head. God he was thick. 

The mutant couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his lips. 

Seeing the smirk had moisture dripping from her slit. She gasped softly, the surprise of it written all over her face. 

The terrapin rumbled loudly. He could smell her heat. She was fucking getting turned on by touching him. Fierce arousal rolled through him. It almost made him stagger. Her cheeks were flushed and he could see the colour creeping down her neck. It took everything in him to stay where he was. 

A soft sound left her lips. It was a sound of pleasure. She began to stroke him in earnest, paying attention to the look on his face. Oh, he liked it when she rubbed just underneath the head. On each upward stroke she made her hand twist over the spot.

“Immogene.” Fuck. She was going to make him cum. With just a fucking handjob.

“Mmm?” She parted her lips and then smiled. Her hand began to stroke faster, gaining confidence and gripping him more firmly. The pre-cum leaking from the lip lubricated her hand, making the motion smooth.

That did it. His hips jerked and his hot cum spewed over the floor. He clenched his teeth while his hand moved down to grip her ass as he came. 

Raphael was breathing hard, her scent filling his nostrils. He couldn’t take it anymore. He dropped to his knees and eased the robe off of her body. 

She was standing, legs slightly apart. A string of her arousal hung suspended from her pussy lips. She was trembling, but not with fear.

He lifted his eyes to hers. “I like the new landscaping, something I can really dig into.”

Raphael licked his lips. “Now it’s my turn, sweetheart.” His voice rumbled out.

It was all the warning she had before he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder to rest on his shell, his other hand cupping her ass so she wouldn’t fall over.

He pressed his face against her sex and with no preamble shoved his tongue up and deep inside of her.

Immogene’s head fell back and she cried out from the shock of pleasure. “Raphael!” Her hands fell down to his head, the nails digging into the skin slightly. 

The male tongue fucked her. In and out, over and over again. Her juices were running down his chin. 

Her thighs twitched and he looked passed the soft curve of her stomach and her full breasts to her face. She was looking down at him. It was when her eyes started to close he stopped.

Immogene’s eyes snapped open.

“Don’t take yer eyes off me, Kitten. I want to watch you cum.”

She opened her mouth, but what left her lips was a cry when his thick finger suddenly pushed into her pussy. 

He curled the digit and when a shocked sound left her lips he smirked. “That’s it.” Keeping his eyes on hers he thrust his finger firmly into her g-spot while his lips wrapped around her clitoris. He mouthed it, lipped at it, all the while not stopping the thrusting of his finger. 

It was the vibration of the loud growl that sent her over the edge. “Raph, oh god…RAPHAEL!” Her orgasm washed through her and he held her firm against his face.

Her pussy clenched around his finger making him groan. He could feel the ripples of her orgasm. He didn’t stop thrusting his finger or working her clit until she started to collapse.

Raphael caught her easily and rumbled. She wasn’t ready for what he wanted to say yet and he, well he wasn’t ready to say it either. 

Neither spoke. Neither had the words for what had just passed between them. She in his lap and he on the floor. They rested there, unable to look away from one another.

Deep in the recesses of the hold a pair of Foot soldiers were looking at a vial filled with a black substance. “Will this do it?” 

The dark laughter of another voice filled the small room. 

To be continued…

Irritation grew as a small plate slipped from your grip and ungraciously flopped into the sink's soapy water - sending a considerable amount of large droplets on yourself. A deep sigh escaped your lips, could this day be even worse than the shitstorm it already has been? From work getting on your nerves lately, to delayed subway trains, and the landlord forgetting once again to schedule for someone to come repair the faulty drying machine in your apartment, fate and luck seemed to enjoy giving you the middle finger lately....

It was already late in the evening, you hadn't had anything to eat yet, and the dishes had been piling up long enough. Frankly, you just wanted to drop everything and call it a night, yet your focus remained on a fork as you scrubbed it continuously, grumbling and cursing in your head. All that annoyance made you miss the window opening in your living room nearby, a figure coming in. The faint mumbling escaping you piqued the newcomer's interest, a faint smile on his lips as he approached you calmly.

"I don't think that fork needs one of its prongs removed," said Raph with faint amusement as he was now standing behind you, arms gently snaking around your waist.

That caught you by surprise, your body jolting and dropping once more the item in your hands to produce a renewed splash on your clothes.

"God fuckin' dammit," you said through gritted teeth, regaining your composure by holding the sink's rim.

That brought a warm laugh out of the terrapin at first, but it soon fainted as he noticed your annoyed demeanor. Feeling the tension in your body, a soft rumble rose in his chest as he held you a little closer, lowering his head against yours and nuzzling your hair patiently. Slowly you could feel your bad mood drain out of your mind, a renewed sigh leaving you once more - this time from comfort. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to lean against the large terrapin, basking in his warmth and the feel of his large hands against your form.

"Hell of a day?" he asked softly.

"You have no idea..."

"I feel ya..." He paused, allowing himself to give a kiss at your temple. "Wanna talk about it?"

You smiled, slightly shaking your head.

"Now that you're here, I feel so much better already. I don't want to dwell into all that shit once again."

"Gotcha."

He gave one last squeeze around you before letting you go. Grabbing a kitchen towel nearby, he stationned himself to your side, eyeing the scene.

"Although, don't mind me as I'll be keepin' an eye on you for now. Wouldn't want you scrubbing any dishes out of existence or to soak yourself even more." He did lean a bit more towards you as he added: "Unless that's your plan and you have to remove everything you're wearin'...."

You flicked some water in his direction, both laughing. As you returned to your task, aided by Raph, you were somehow amazed to notice how fast he had been able to shift your mood. Even if you had first wanted to ditch the dishes for the night, with your boyfriend now hanging around it made the task so much easier and bearable. You were grateful for his presence and all issues felt so distant by now.... Some more soapy water splashed in your general direction - intentionally - a not-so-innocent "oops" leaving you. Now you just wanted to have some fun.

“I swear this gets more complicated the more we decide to add to it” Your cheeks hurt already from laughing so much. Raphael was adamant that the two of you needed to update your handshake. It had been something you had created one day with him when he was nursing a bum knee.

Currently it was 7am, the guys had rolled in from patrol and for some strange reason he was still wired. Sleep was furthest from his mind, the rowdy entrance had woken you up from your spot on the couch. So here the two of you sat, talking about the nights happenings and everything in between.

“Ya wanna give up? This was yer idea in the first place” He made for your hand once again, always gentle of course, and hovered his large mitt above your small hand. “Ok ok, let’s practice the original version and then we’ll try the newer Naruto ninjutsu shit you added” You held back a laugh when he made a face, you gripped his hand and shook it with a smile. “It’s ok I haven’t told anybody you like Naruto” You covered your mouth when his other hand reached for your sides and tickled you.

Often times you and Raph had these little moments. The nature of it was innocent, in fact it had taken you a while to notice just how much you and Raph would touch. Even now your hand had landed on his arm, nudging his tickling hand away from its attack.

Just a few days ago you had lost track of how much time you had spent resting against his large arm. The feel of his reptilian flesh, a little colder than expected, lulling you into comfort.

The two of you would always greet one another with a hug. Raphael’s strong arms engulfed you and more often than not he always left your feet dangling in the air. You would giggle hysterically, mock complaining that he’d put your vertebrae back in place.

Well just this afternoon you had been talking to Mikey about his latest art piece and without flinching, Raph had come up behind you and thrown an arm around your shoulders. Even when Mikey raised a brow ridge at the display, it never seemed to faze either of you. That was just the nature of yours and Raph’s friendship.

Friendship.

Yeah, Raph is your best friend.

A confidant. A none judgmental ear to your inner most thoughts. A thoughtful individual who would gift you his knitted blankets.

Raphael is just perfect.

And surely perfect friendships have these types of moments. Moments where he lifts you up and can’t help his shit eating grin at your delighted shrieks. The playful bats you will get into at all sorts of moments, wether in person or on the phone. He’s your ‘favorite green jerk’ and you’re his ‘favorite Boss McBossypants’ it’s comically innocent.

Right?

As the laughter dies down and you move forward to rest against him, it’s muscle memory for Raph to just spread an arm and invite you to lay on him. There’s nothing romantic about this, not even when his knuckles gently run up and down your arm in that way you like so much.

There’s nothing romantic about the notion of falling a sleep in his arms.

Even if the idea makes you smile to yourself.

Even more so when Raph pecks the top of your head and pulls you closer.

There isn’t any thing romantic about the two of you.