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Missed You	By : sss979 Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 2258 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Missed You
- 1
by sss979 and kyabetsu

The first thing she did when she walked in the door was set her fuzzy white "road trip companion" on the floor. The door was kicked shut shortly thereafter, and she tossed her two backpacks on the floor. There was brief consideration given to flopping down beside it, but she didn't think she'd get back up if she did. Not that she was particularly tired, but the comfort of being back home, in her own home, after almost a month of being away… she'd be happy to just sit down and not move for a few hours. But there were things she had to do. Shower, go through the mail, check her e-mail - four weeks without the computer had just about killed her - call her boss and make sure she still had a job… The impromptu trip to the other side of the country had been approved when it was discovered that her father had cancer. But neither she nor her boss could’ve predicted the tornadoes that held her over an extra three days. She sighed, organized her priorities, and glanced briefly at the clock as she walked to the bathroom. Eight o’clock. Work in eight hours.

Her boss didn’t answer his phone. She let it go. She’d call in the morning. If he wanted her to come in, great. If not, she wasn’t going to beg. She could use the hours, but she could also use the sleep. Next on the list was a hot shower, and it wasn’t until she got out of the shower that she realized she didn’t have ai>cli>clothes. Dresser drawers were bare, and the items in the closet were limited to a formal dress, a dozen dress casual shirts, and one pair of black slacks. She sighed. That would do for work in the morning. For now… the hell with it. She tucked the bath towel into itself tightly and pulled the shades, then flopped down in front of the computer to take care of the next item on the list.
A month's worth of spam had to be deleted from her e-mail box. But wit wer were a few things she was actually interested in reading. Friends from school, internet friends she'd never met before… and a few more pieces of work. Her years of writing had put her in a place where she was able to help a small handful of "beginning writers", along with people who weren't beginners and just wanted a second opinion, grammatical check, or "flow check". She was happy to do it. It gave her a lot of interesting things to read from writers she trusted.
One such writer caught her eye and a half smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. Hooo boy… here we go again… Adam had been the first to open her eyes to the world of erotica. It had shocked her to find out that he was, indeed, a guy. Guys had always seemed to her more the type to read it than to write it. But he was very good a it, nonetheless. And it really helped both of them to be able to bounce ideas back off the opposite sex, when the other was sure it wasn't a come-on.
She bit her lip and glanced up at the clock, then opened the file and read slowly. She swallowed hard as she felt a tingling start in her womb. She wasn't halfway through it and already she was getting turned on. Her eyes closed. She shouldn't be reading this now. She hadn't been laid in 4 weeks and she wasn't likely to get laid tonight. And she wanted to be able to sleep before going to work, not stare up at the ceiling and fantasize all night long.
A sound behind her made her jump in surprise. She spun, and her eyes widened as they came to rest on Raphael, ing ing in the doorway. She hadn't heard him come in, or heard him approach, and she knew the only reason she heard him at all was because he wanted her to hear him. She felt her heart skip a beat as he cast her a sly grin. "Welcome back, baby."
She smiled back, and bit her lower lip as she reconsidered the thought from moments before. She still didn't want to read the rest of the piece, though for a totally different reason now. "Hi, Raph. Was just thinkin' about you."
"Yeah?" he prodded.
"Yeah." She turned back to the computer and her grin widened. "Did you know I was coming back tonight or have you been checking up on my place every night while I've been away?"
He smirked. “Hell, I thought you’d be grateful for a housewatch while you’ve been off doing god-knows-what fer three fuckin’ weeks.”
She grinned at the screen, staring at the words but not really reading. “Four,” she corrected. “Actually longer. Almost a full month.”
“Right," he grumbled. "A month. How's yer dad?"
She nodded slightly. "He's okay. They think they got it all with the surgery; he should be fine. Taking chemo as a precaution. You know.” He didn't answer. She studied the computer for a moment, then glanced up at the clock. “And tomorrow it’s back to work and back to reality, so I should really think about going to sleep sometime soon.”
He studied her for a moment, not entirely sure how she intended for him to take that. It almost sounded like a hint, and the fact that she’d used the word “sleep” rather than “bed” was duly noted. He wasn’t quite sure he was going to accept the rejection even if that was what she’d meant it to be. Better to know what he was up against, though. “So you’re tired, then?”
She turned and grinned at him. “Tired? No. But I bet I know someone who could make me very tired…” He arched an eyeridge at her. He'd gotten that message totally wrong. Good thing he'd asked… “Somebody who's not been gettin' off much while I’ve been running around the country trying to get my life in order.”
He hesitated for a moment before striding over and gripping her shoulders. “So… that’s an invite.” Maybe that should have been a question, but fuck “should”. No one had ever accused him of beating around the bush.
She looked up, her head preg bag back against his hard plastron. A smile crept across her face. “That's an invite,” she answered quietly. “If you're interested. Are you interested?”
The quiet, teasing tone sent a slight pang of excitement through him. He slid a hand up the side of her neck and then back down. It traveled down the front of her chest, under the edge of her towel, and fondled her right breast. “Do you have ta ask?”
She looked down and raised an eyebrow at his exploring hand. “Well, you obviously don't...” she started, feigning offense.
Raphael bent down behind her and guided her damp hair over her shoulder, then kissed up the back of her neck slowly. His hand remained happily occupied with her breast as he probed at the nape of her neck with his tongue, then moved to the side. Between kisses, he spoke in a low husky tone. “You said yerself... s'been a while." His tongue ran lightly over her skin, and he sucked gently as he kissed. "C'mon... you wouldn'ta asked if you didn't want to...”
She smiled to herself, tilting her head slightly for his exploration. “Mmm... Unless of course I was teasing,” she grinned. “Which I do have a habit of doing, you know...”
He didn’t miss a beat, moving along the rim of her ear and behind it. The kisses were firmer now, with a hint of teeth. His free hand moved slowly down her side. He found the edge of the towel and traced, slipping his fingers beneath it, then moving down to run them up and down her thigh. The hand on her breast pinched lightly at her nipple.
His voice was a bit slurred by the kisses he was trailing along her jaw line and back down towards her collar bone. “You don't tease when you're sitting around naked in a towel...” he whispered, kissing and nipping gently. “… reading erotica...” She smiled as he began working his way back up towards her ear. He had seen her computer screen. She hadn't been sure if he'd read anything or not. “… having had nothing but a cat to pet for days...”
His voice dropped to a low, husky whisper as he stopped, his breath warm and steady against her ear. “Fuck me...” he breathed. “It's been too long... Let me fill you...”
Her eyes slid closed as a slight tremor rode down along her spine. His exploring hand pinched her nipple a hair harder and he rolled it between callused fingertips. She shifted slightly, a little too turned on by his words for comfort. He was right; she was horny as all hell. The bad thing about that was thhe hhe had the feeling he knew it full well. And with all the ways she had found to torture and tease him in the past, letting him know how desperately she wanted him was a bad idea. She swallowed hard, trying not to react, unable to deny the butterflies in her stomach and the tightness in her chest. “Maybe...” she offered. She cringed when the word escaped as little more than a squeak.
The hand over her breast teased at her nipple for a moment longer, his throaty chuckle confirming that he didn’t buy her “coy” routine this time. “Maybe…” he repeated. His hand strayed from her breast down to the soft flesh of her stomach. The corner of the towel untucked from the top edge and fell down and to the side, sliding open. “Maybe…”
He dragged the edges of his fingernails down the tender expanse in slow strokes. His other hand had a grip on her thigh, slowly massaging upward. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled the damp scent deeply as the towel parted over her leg. His fingers slipped to the inside of her thigh, tracing upward, pulling it open further. She shifted a little uncomfortably, biting her lower lip as cooler air hit her warm flesh. The feel of his fingers against her skin sent sparks of electricity through her. Her eyes dropped to the floor, her hair hiding the faint smile that had crossed her lips. “Maybe,” she confirmed.
She swallowed hard and remained perfectly still as his fingers explored over her. Her eyes slid closed and she exhaled deeply. God, that felt good. It felt good just to have him close. The sound of his breath, his scent around her, his hands moving to expose her... She didn’t move. Raphael grinned; this was new. She wasn’t fighting him at all. She must really be ready to play. “Maybe,” he nodded.
In one sudden moment, he had one arm around her ribcage behind her. He lifted her and pulled. The towel made a snapping noise before he dropped it to the floor and he set her down again, smirking. “Heh. Maybe my ass.”
He spun her desk chair around to face him and knelt down in front of her. His eyes darkened as he reached up and pulled her foot out from under her opposite leg. “Maybe yer ass…” he whispered, his voice husky. He smirked at her, holding both her ankles. She watched as he lifted them up and then separated them and slid forward smoothly until her knees were over his shoulders. He watched her carefully, daring her to tell him that she didn’t want to be eaten out.
She didn't. Her lips parted, her head tilting back as her breathing went from controlled to heavy in a fraction of a second. Heat shot through her and her chest tightened, her shoulders rolling back instinctively as her hands reached out toward him, cupping the sides of his face and roaming back. Her fingers spread until they touched, and she pulled him toward her. He had her. She knew it. A part of her wanted to resist before he realized just how completely he had her. But she couldn’t. She was at his mercy and pretty sure he knew it as well as she did. But hopefully, if he wanted this as badly as she did...
Raph's grin took on a feral edge. It wasn't often that she was the one ready to beg. Too bad he was too keyed up to take proper advantage of it. He hadn't gotten any in just as long as she hadn't, and his body was in full-blown rebellion because of it. He'd just have to make her scream his name a different way. He leaned forward and bent over her slit, parting her pink folds with his fingers. She gasped as he blew a thin stream of cool air down into her flower. The scent swirled up and around his head, and he could feel his breathing quicken.
One of her hands remained against the back of his head as the other moved down to touch his neck. She tried to breathe, forced herself to relax. Muscles unclenched as she closed her eyes and realized he wasn't going anywhere. The need! that had been screaming in her brain eased off a touch as she locked her ankles behind his shell. So close... She needed this so badly. But she didn't have to cling to him. He wasn't going anywhere. Her head rested on her shoulder as she sighed his name.
Her voice snapped him out of the trance the smell of her had trapped him in. He realized she was putting pressure on the back of his head and let her pull him into the nexus of the scent. Already his lips were parted in anticipation of her flavor. He took a deep breath, filling the place deep inside him with her perfume. She moaned slightly as she sank down, thrusting her hips forward against him, and he pushed his beak between her folds without hesitation. God I love being a turtle…
Her body trembled, the fingers along the back of his neck curling, nails scraping over his skin as he burrowed in deeply, teasing her outer lips with the texture of the skin on his face. Her breathing caught, and came unevenly, and she couldn't help but wonder if she looked as helpless as she felt>rig>right now. But she didn't care. She could be helpless with him. Although she couldn't remember a time she had left herself totally helpless, she trusted him that completely, and allowed herself to stay relax rather than raising her guard. She pulled him in, biting her lower lip again as he nuzzled and rubbed against her, smearing her salty/sweet wetness across his face. He brought his tongue into play and felt his cock throb under his plating. Yes… This is the flavor I’ve missed…
The taste, the sight, the smell of her… they swirled somewhere inside of him and produced a low growl somewhere deep in his throat. She was his. And God help the man who thought otherwise. Let it not be thought that he'd hesitate for one second to kill anyone who laid a hand on her. The adrenaline of that thought alone gave him a rush, and his hands moved up the underside of her thighs to hold her hips.
She gripped the armrests as he probed inside of her deeply. Shivers ran up and down her spine and her head tipped back, exposing her throat. Each exhalation brought a slight moan with it. Her chest and shoulders heaved with the labored breaths in and out. She moved against him, caring very little for etiquette - and well aware of the fact that he didn't have to breathe anytime soon - as she slipped her fingers down beneath the lip of his carapace and probed at the thin skin there. Her other hand held the back of his head as her hips thrust against his tongue and lips.
RaphRaphael felt his lips pull back in an involuntary smile. She was so hot for him right now. He loved it. Oh, he adored her usual "arrogant as hell, make you beg fo" r" routine, but the fact that this girl was the same creature that usually dragged out foreplay for days... it was one hell of an ego trip. His tongue searched out that little wrinkle of nerve endings and he stroked it achingly slowly. She cried out, her muscles tensing as his tongue probed at her, sending sparks of sensation through her. She could feel it all through her body, down to her toes, as he kissed and nipped, probing and teasing with his tongue.
She let her breathing go, doing nothing to control it, one hand moving to grip the top of his carapace as she panted and thrust against him. Her hand came to the side of his face and she looked down at him, her body heaving and shuddering. There were several unsuccessful tries before she finally managed to speak. “Inside... Raph... please... I'm...” The words cut out with a moan as she turned her head to the side, her womb tightening. I’m close>
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Raph blinked. She was ready? soonsoon? If he weren't so tight in his shell, he'd make her wait for it. He stood up, unlocking her legs from behind him as he pulled away. “Inside you?” He wiped the majority of her juices off his face with his arm. “Already?” That thought amused him, and he chuckled at it. “Okay, baby. I can do that…”
Her eyes locked on the lower regions of his plastron as he allowed his shaft to drop down out of his shell. His tail lengthened and his cock arched upwards. She opened her legs wider, draping them over the arms of the chair. For just a moment, he stared at her, admiring the view as she thrust her chest forward. A smile crept across his face as his hands pressed to the back of the chair, just behind her shoulders. He leaned down and captured her mouth with his, demanding tongue-play.
She sat up straighter as she parted her lips to welcome him. He was slippery with her salty juices, and probed deeply inside of her. She moaned into his mouth, her hands traveling down the front of his plastron as their tongues slid over each other. Her fingers found his shaft and wrapped around it, enjoying the heated feel of his flesh for a moment. He lowered his knees to the edge of the chair, balancing carefully. There was plenty of room while she was sitting up sght.ght. He stopped there, poised at her entry. Damn if it wasn’t was good to see her want him.
She was panting too hard to hold the kiss for very long. Her head turned away, damp hair falling like a curtain between them as she wrapped her legs around his thighs. She pressed her hips toward him, pulling him closer as gently as she could manage at the moment, while every nerve was screaming. “Raphael... please...”
He leaned in and rested his head on her shoulder. She turned to him, her hands still working slow deep strokes over his shaft. “Fuck me...” she whispered against the side of his face, her voice low and desperate. “Please. Baby, I need you...”
He could feel his balls tightening in his sack. No further foreplay was needed. He plunged deep into her channel, forcing her walls apart. She cried out as he pushed past tense muscles. It hurt, but she liked it that way. He threaded his arms under hers and around her ribcage. “Hold on to me,” he rasped. Her arms draped over his shoulders and she let him pull her in close, then held on for balance as his hands moved down to hold her ass. He lifted her, taking her full weight easily, pulling her up and then letting her sink back down on his cock. Goddamn that felt good! The muscles in his arms stood out in stark relief and his breathing came in tight, strained grunts as he picked up his speed.
He slid easily, caressing and massaging her inner walls as she slowly found his rhythm. Her head fell to the side, her hair covering her face, her body limp in his arms. The muscles inside of her were very much alive. They loosened as he thrust into her and clamped down hard around him when he pulled back. She could feel her body tremble, warning her, and she panted hard, her entire upper body heaving with each breath as she let him set the pace.
Raph shut his eyes as the pressure mounted between his legs. His breathing was labored, but he brought up the pace, reveling in the feel of her surrounding him, squeezing him, trembling around him and sparking fire that lanced through his groin, gathering heat as it went. Her grip on him tightened and her back arched high. She wasn't sure how close he was... but... well... souldould always deal with that later. The thought was only half coherent in her mind. She let it go, concentrating instead on the feelings inside of her body, the fire skipping from nerve to nerve.
She gasped in, muscles spasmed, and the world seemed to stop for a moment. Her nails scraped against his carapace with a dulled hiss as she pressed hard against his front. Her head tipped back and she screamed. She could care less who heard her at this point. Release crashed down hard around her and her entire body shook in his arms, her chest heaving, muscles clenching and releasing on their own. "Raph! Oh! Yes!"
Raphael had been more than ready to roll over the edge the instant her back arched, but he held off. He added an extra burst of speed as he took in her screams, the shaking of her body, the sound of his name in panted breaths. His cock pumped in and out of her spasming grip and his thighs slapped against her ass in a quick staccato. He could hear his breath release in a rush, an airy roar, as his body shook and he released inside of her, fighting to keep his body upright. She moved to his rhythm, clenching him tightly as he released inside of her. God, that felt so good...
He quaked with the expulsion of his fluid and his body throbbed as she milked the last of it from his shaft. A slight whimper escaped her lips and her head lolled to the side, her breath gradually slowing as the pressure eased up. Goosebumps prickled along her arms as she pulled in close and kissed his lips, still salty with the taste of her own body. He returned the kiss, and rocked her back and forth over himself a few more times, then turned. He seated himself in her chair, still buried inside her and guided her legs so she was straddling his lap. She smiled, eyes still closed as she caressed gently over his neck and shoulders, nowhere in particular just... touching him. It felt good to touch him. To be close to him. "'vmissd you..."
He smiled lazily. "'vmssdyoutoo… Dun go now're th'z feelz good…"
She relaxed against him, resting a head on his shoulder, her hands playing absently over his plastron as her body eased down. "I ain't goin' nowhere, lover." She breathed a few times and kissed his neck as his hands roamed slowly up and down her back. A thin sheen of sweat had broken out over her skin, and her body was hot to the touch.
Raphael sighed deeply as he felt the last of the tension ease out of his body. A smile crept across his lips as she squeezed him hard with her inner muscles, then released. He opened his eyes to see her watching him. She brushed her hair back and grinned, then leaned in to nuzzle the side of his face. "You up for round two?" she whispered against his lips.
His smile widened as his hands roamed down over her hips. "Hell yeah…"
She kissed him briefly, then drew away painstakingly slow until she was standing. He drew up into his shell instinctively as cooler air replaced the tight, hot sheath of her body. She smiled, holding her hands out to him. "Come on."
He took her hands and smiled as he followed her into her bedroom...
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