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Turning Up the Heat	By : sss979 Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 2840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Turning Up the Heat
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by sss979 and Vespera

It was twenty-eight degrees outside. Inside, it was warmer. It was forty-eight degrees. A teenage girl stood at the window, watching as the first snowflakes began to fall. She shivered involuntarily and scowled. A nice, April snowstorm was brewing. Snow in April did not make her happy. She was more than ready to be done with winter. What had ever possessed her to leave Florida and come up to New York of all places? People were already hitting the beach in her hometown…

She shivered, her teeth chattering, and considered putting on more clothes. It was kind of silly to be sitting here in a short sleeve T-shirt and jeans when it was so damn cold. She hadn’t thought much about what she was wearing when she got out of the hot bath. Now she wished she had stayed in the water. Maybe she could even sleep there tonight.
She sighed. She needed a sweater. Rubbing her hands together, she turned and walked down the hallway toward the living room. Raphael was seated on her couch, seemingly unaffected by the cold, the remote in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other. “Aren’t you freezing?” she questioned, bewildered.
“Not really,” he answered. “Space heaters. Not used to central heat.”
He was engrossed in the TV, but not in any particular program. She glanced at the screen as he flicked through the channels. She sighed, watching him for a moment, then turning to glare at the clock on the wall. He continued to watch the TV for a moment, then glanced up at her and raised an eye ridge questioningly. “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be sleeping? You gotta work in the morning, don’t you?”
She sighed as she crossed her arms over her chest, rubbing her hands over them for warmth. “Don’t remind me.”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s cold. And I’m not tired.”
He nodded slightly and turned his attention back to the television. She glanced once more at the clock, then walked over to the couch. Not waiting for an invitation, she crawled onto his lap, curling into a ball. Warmth from his body radiated to her and she sighed deeply. He blinked in surprise as he looked down at his sudden lap full of her. Intrigued, he set down the popcorn. “Hello…”
She nuzzled her face into his neck and kissed him gently, her lips barely brushing his skin. “Hi. I’m cold.”
He wrapped his arms around her with a smirk, pulling her under his chin. “Are you now?” he teased. He squeezed her a little tighter, then loosened his grip to run one hand up and down her arm, just barely touching skin. “Goosebumps,” he observed quietly. “Yup, you're cold.”
“Mmm hmm,” she agreed, nuzzling her cold nose against his neck again. “But you’re warm. I hope you don’t need your lap, because I’m not getting up anytime soon…”
He grinned tightly, and dropped his head so he could kiss her neck. “That’s just fine with me,” he whispered.
His lips were warm against her skin. She sighed contentedly, then frowned as she considered what time it was. “I really should go to bed. But I'm not very tired...”
“Mmm,” he acknowledged quietly. “We can probably fix that.”
He worked his way around the back of her neck, lingering over the fine hairs at the nape before continuing to run his tongue and lips to the other side. One hand stayed around her waist, the other coming up her side slowly. She nuzzled him again, her cold nose pressing against his shoulder, and sighed deeply as he kissed her. He was warm and it felt very good. She reached to his side with icy cold fingers and touched his skin lightly.
He'd have jumped a good two feet if she hadn't been on his lap. As it was they both jostled while he made a frantic grab for her hands. “Woah!”
She laughed quietly as he caught both her hands, trapping them in his own much larger ones. She pulled away and he met her stare, grinning slyly. “Naughty, naughty...”
She smiled but didn’t answer. Slowly, he brought her hands up to his lips and breathed out gently over them, blowing warm air over her frozen fingers. He kept his eyes on hers, dark and unreadable. She felt emotion stir somewhere inside of her as she held his gaze, then reached out and gently touched his lips. His tongue darted out, meeting the gentle pressure with his own, and she leaned into him again, her head resting on his shoulder as best she could with their arms tangled between them.
Once he was sure her hands weren't going to send him into orbit in a bad way if she touched him, he released her hands and ran his own up her arms, over her shoulders and down her back to the curve of her hips. She rested her palms on his shoulders, then trailed slowly down his hard biceps. She smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek while her fingers slipped back into the space between his plastron and carapace. Her fingers brushed back and forth lightly as she moved in and licked his lips.
Her touch was igniting his nerves in a slow burn as it played across sensitive skin. He turned his face toward her instinctively so she was easier to reach. His mouth opened, capturing her tongue between his teeth lightly for a moment before releasing it and returning the kiss deeply. One hand moved back up her spine until it rested between her shoulders, pulling her in closer. His other hand traced over the curve of her hips to her thigh.
She moaned slightly into his mouth, then pulled away as little as possible, just enough to speak. “We can't do this now,” she whispered. “I need to sleep...”
He considered that, his lips trailing along the line of her jaw. She didn’t sound very anxious to pull away. Her hands continued to move slowly up and down his sides, probing gently, inviting him to continue. “Yer right,” he answered her quietly. “You probably do need to sleep.”
He bit lightly at her neck, then licked at the place his teeth had been a moment before. One hand slid behind her knees, the other around her shoulders. He stood up, lifting her easily. He had to break away from his caresses to her neck or risk doing something stupid like walking into a doorpost. Carrying her carefully, he walked into the bedroom, and hip-checked the door behind him closed, plunging the room into darkness. Then he sat her down gently on the edge of her bed, and put both hands on her hips, slowly sliding them up under her shirt.
“If its bedtime, I should get you out of these clothes,” he whispered.
She kissed him lightly before pulling away and raising her arms above her head, allowing him to strip off her shirt. She shivered at the blast of icy cold air that hit her warm skin and whimpered slightly. For a moment, she'd forgotten how fucking cold it was in her apartment... Her arms came up and clenched over her chest, instinctively curling to try and keep warm.
Raphael’s eyes adjusted slowly to the dark, and he paused to appreciate the sight of her sitting there with no shirt, even as she curled in on herself to keep warm. He chuckled, and pushed lightly on her chest, just below her throat, urging her to lie back on the blankets. She whimpered again, shivering, but didn’t fight against him. His fingers opened the button on her jeans, and slowly pulled the zipper down before sliding them down and off her hips, his hands drinking in the feel of her skin. She gasped in a breath as she felt the icy air hit her legs. “S’cold!”
The shadows in the room clothed her as completely as any blanket, but he still felt himself starting to get hard as more skin was exposed to the cold air. The jeans fell to the floor, and he moved up her body slowly, exploring what he couldn't see with hands and lips. She bit her lip and tried to relax as his warm hands and mouth moved up her body again. He could feel the goosebumps forming as he moved up, kissing and licking, his hands stripping away the last bit of fabric from her waist as if on their own.
Her head turned to sideside and she considered how to get off the top of this blanket and underneath it without making him stop. Unable to find a reasonable solution, she only whined quietly and shivered as he kissed her. Raphael moved torturously slow over her stomach and between her breasts to her throat. The fact that she didn’t tell him to stop long enough to let them get under the covers had him grinning tightly in smug self-satisfaction.
He continued up so that they were face to face, his weight supported mostly on his arms and his knees on the outside of her thighs. He stared down at her for aent,ent, then reached over and grabbed the edge of the blanket. He rolled, pulling her on top of him and simultaneously wrapping them in a blanket cocoon. The feel of her warm body pressed against his entire front caused his breathing to deepen slightly. One hand came up to brush the side of her face before pulling her down into another kiss.
She moaned, more than satisfied with his solution, and drank in the warmth from his body, kissing him deeply. Her hands moved slowly down his side, over his hip, and across the lower edge of his plastron as her tongue danced over his. She could feel her body temperature rise, the feel of him against her creating a growing wetness between her legs. Happy that she wasn't going anywhere, and in fact probably couldn't go anywhere at the moment, he traced his fingers down her spine again. His hand moved over the curve of her hips to wrap around her ass, pulling her in a little closer, the tips of his fingers brushing against her sex.
Her legs parted and moved to the outside of his, allowing him to touch her. His other hand traced lightly along her jaw, moving to gently grab a handful of hair, holding her face into his as his tongue moved alongside hers. He traced the contours of her lips, tasting her deeply. Her arm was trapped between them, her fingers reaching up underneath his shell. She felt heat, but couldn't slip far enough into him to touch him. Realizing this, she groaned slightly and curled her fingers to grip his plastron tightly, as if this might somehow draw him out. Her lips moved to kiss and lick at his neck. Raph shivered as her nails scraped the inside of his plastron, the vibrations echoing up and down his body. They seemed to concentrate in the area she could almost reach, but not quite...
He let go of her hair, and moved his other hand down to join the first one, brushing lightly at the heat between her legs. He massaged gently, and her breath caught as his fingers stroked over sensitive flesh. A quiet moan escaped his lips as she worked down his ne His His head tilted back, arching as much as he could with his shell in the way. The cold air outside the blankets was a fading memory, burned away in the heat that was growing steadily in his abdomen.
She broke the stream of kisses along his skin for just long enough to moan his name, trying once again to reach him. She shifted slightly and curled her wrist until she finally touched hot flesh. His breath caught as she brushed against him with her fingertips. But the position was painful, his hard shell against her pulse, and she could only hold it for long enough to brush once over whhe the thought might be his shaft, then pull back. He groaned as she pulled away, locking her lips around his neck, and he invoarilarily followed her out of his shell, yearning for that hot touch again.
She sucked hard at his throat, growling as his fingers pressed into her deeper and slid across the slippery wetness between her legs. Suddenly, he pulled his fingers away for a brief moment, and gripped her hips, pulling her up his body so her knees rested on either side of his waist. He licked up her torso, from her sternum, between her breasts, then to the V of her throat before working his way over to tease her nipple with teeth and tongue. With a better angle, he could reach more of her, and pressed one finger slowly into her entrance. His other hand dropped down his own body, and he began to move it in slow, deep strokes over himself as he sucked and licked and probed at her.
She moaned, feeling very helpless in this position. She'd managed to pull the blanket up with her and keep it on her shoulders, but the cool air still managed to attack her neck and the top of her chest as he moved down. She held herself up with one arm, and used her other hand to caress the side of his face lightly, moving down to his neck. His thick finger inside of her was making her insides quiver. She gasped, then moaned quietly as his tongue flicked over her nipple and his finger pressed deeper into her heat. “Raph...”
He bit down gently on her nipple, flicking his tongue across it quickly and lightly. Both of his hands moved slightly faster, pushing and squeezing just a little harder. He could feel the pressure building in himself, and her muscles quivering around his finger. His breath was getting harsher as he tortured himself and her at the same time.
Growling with determination, she raised her hands and pushed on the headboard, forcing herself back down against his body. That was enough. She'd had enough foreplay. He blinked in surprise as she shoved herself down, the feel of her skin moving along his sent fire through his nerves. He released his hold on his shaft and felt her thigh brush against him. Her hands moved to the sides of his face and she pulled his lips to hers forcefully, kissing him hard. She moved her hips against his as he met the level of intensity in her kiss, matching it easily. He shifted his own hips, lining up with her before using his grip on her to lower her slowly onto his body, forging one inch at a time into the tight wetness.
She rocked with him in a slow, steady pace, moaning slightly as he slipped further into her body. He felt huge inside of her, and she tried to relax her muscles and accept him. She broke their kiss and moved back to his neck, biting down where it joined his shoulder. It wasn't enough to bruise, but it was certainly enough to hold him in place if he didn't want it tit to bruise. He grinned as he felt teeth on his neck, a low purring growl escaping his throat. She moved her hands down his sides, touching skin everywhere she could find it, her breath coming harder with each time he pressed a little further inside of her.
He kept the slow pace up until he was buried completely inside her, then came to a standstill. For a moment, nothing moved as he gave her time to adjust. She stopped breathing for a moment as she realized how completely he was filling her. Slowly, she released him from her teeth and ran her tongue over his skin, pressing hard in a long, slow stroke halfway up the side of his neck. Impatience sparked along his nerves, but he squashed it. Some things he could be patient for. This was one of them. Slowly, he began to rock his hips back and forth, his hands moving up her body until they covered her breasts again.
She arched back, giving his hands more room to explore along her chest, her hips moving in time with his. The rhythm came naturally, her body reacting to each slow, deep stroke. He pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers, reveling in the sensation of her around him, her tongue on his throat, the warm flesh under his hands. Her breath came hard against the wet skin along his neck and shoulders. He continued to rock back and forth, pushing into her just a little harder with each repetition, moving just a shade faster each time he pushed into her. The heat was incredible, playing along his nerve endings, screaming at him to roll her over and pound into her as fast and as hard as he could. His breath came faster and harder as he fought against the impulse.
She could feel the sensations begin to overtake her body as he moved faster into her. She clenched her teeth and suppressed a loud moan as she moved with him, the pressure building, the heat intensifying. Her breath came hard against his neck, his fingers sending jolts of electricity through her, down to her toes and back up. She moved one leg against the outside of his, rubbing hard against him, her foot moving to massage at his calf. She felt a shiver run through her, but it had nothing to do with the cold...
His breath caught as she ground into him. Fuck it.... His arms slid around her back, and he rolled again, tangling them further in the blankets as he came to rest on top her. His thrusting became more insistent, but something buried way in the back of his mind still wanted to tease. He executed one long slow stroke, followed by four or five fast hard ones, over and over. He knew he wasn't going to be able to keep this up for ever - hell, even for long - but he wanted to bring her as high as he could.
She gasped, her hands playing up his sides again, gripping his arms hard. She opened her eyes to look up at him, only able to see a glint of his eyes in the darkness. But it was enough to make her feel the connection between them. Raphael's eyes were better in the dark, he could make out her face barely in the dim light, etched in highlights and shadows. She let out a long, slow breath, releasing a quiet moan with it, her back arching. Her shoulders pressed up against him and she could feel her muscles begin to clench and release on their own: a slow, steady dance that they knew how to execute even once she was too high to maintain it. His pace evened out, moving into her hard and fast, pushing, ignoring the slam of her headboard into the wall.
She stared up at him, not seeing. Her fingers curled as she tensed, her nails digging into his hard biceps, her breath coming in gasps. Her body felt like it was on fire. “Raphael!”
Unconsciously, he matched her breathing, and brought his head down so that it rasped in and out of her ear. He shuddered as she gasped his name. He knew he was dangerously close, but he wanted to feel her let go. His arm trembled with the strain of holding up his weight as his other hand came up, tracing down their body in between them. His breath rasped in her ear, labored and unsteady, and he pressed lightly on her clit, teasing it with his fingertip. “Come on baby, come for me...”
She gasped air, her whole body heaving in time with her breaths. His hand trailed fire down her body and she couldn't keep from crying out as she felt his finger tease her. She heard his rough, deep whisper and felt her heart jump into her throat. “Yes!”
Her eyes slid closed and her breathing came to a sudden halt as she gave her body over to the reckless abandon consuming her. As she breathed out, a moan building up from somewhere deep inside of her escaped her lips, echoing louder and louder as she clamped down hard on his shaft. She gripped his arms tighter, arching her neck up, pressing her chup aup against his, trying to force herself down harder onto his finger, to say nothing of his shaft buried deep inside of her. She screamed. Raphael felt himself crest as she clamped down on him, his own hoarse shout mingling with her scream. He pushed into her as deeply as he could, and his hips jerked as he panted. His body let go, releasing into her on each exhalation, pressing her down onto the bed hard.
Finally, the pressure died down. He came to a stop, perched above her, his cock still twitching inside her spasmodically at uneven intervals. She gasped, her breathing uneven, her body still shuddering. Shivers still ran up and down her spine as she came down. He brought his other hand up to help support his weight as he leaned into her neck, working on getting his breathing under control. Her arms fell to the side, her face turning into the pillow. A quiet, resigned moan escaped her and she sighed deeply, still enjoying the feel of him inside of her. She breathed deep, her eyes sliding closed, and smiled. “Wow...”
Raphael curled an arm around her and rolled onto his side, pulling her with him so she was nestled under his chin. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly. “You are fucking amazing, you know that, beautiful?”
She smiled at his quiet sigh and breathed out slow. “Mmm... you're not too bad yourself, stud.”
He chuckled, then kissed her hair lightly. “Go to sleep,” he whispered. “You have to work in a couplea hours.” His hand ran lightly up and down her back, running along her spine. “Later I'll go find your landlord and string him up by his balls until he turns the heat on again.”
She laughed quietly, slipping her leg over his. “Thanks, Raph,” she smiled. “He needs it...”
Her eyes closed as she sighed deeply, allowing her body to ease down and slip into the warm comfort of his arms. “Good night...”
He didn’t answer, but as he lay there with her in his arms, the corner of his mouth quirked up in a small smile.
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