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Writings of the Heart	By : meathead13 Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3683 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I must give a warning: This chapter is full of romantic mush!!! Read with a open heart and bare
emotions!!! ;0) Oh, and thanks for more great reviews!
Chapter Fifteen: United
The sun had begun to set behind the Woodthough family plantation, dragging a group of violent, dark clouds with it as it faded across the sky. Jackie opened her eyes, the tears still fresh on her long lashes, and she shuddered as the strong wind blew the ends of her dress over her bare legs. The scratches from her mad dash through the blackberry patch were still red, some even bleeding, but the stinging pain did not deter Jackie to move from where she had finally fallen from exhaustion. While resting her head on her extended arm, Jackie lifted her wet eyes to the gravestone above her, and let out a faint whimper as she forced herself to turn on her belly, almost blacking out from how tender the area was. Raking her dirty fingers across the stone, Jackie let a few more silent tears fall down her flush cheeks as she spoke to the ghost that laid below her.
“Mama, tell me why you married such a horrible man? Why?” The tears came out faster, and Jackie found herself pounding at the soil, not caring that the clouds had opened up and the rain was falling.
“All he does is beat and rape me, Mama!” Jackie screamed, burying her face in her arms and inhaling a nose full of dirt. “ And now, I’ve let his son do the same! I hate them! I hate them both!”
Jackie then pushed herself to her knees and pressed her body against the cold headstone, her arms embracing it as if it was alive.
“I don’t know why you left me to live such a life, Mama. Did you really hate me that much? Just because Daddy cheated on you? Just because he left you to raise me and my brother alone? Is that why you felt you had to punish me?”
She then leaned back, taking the torn pieces of her dress into her hands and rubbing them through her fingers.
“I’m glad your dead, Mama. I hated you as much as you hated me. I was so happy at the sound of your neck breaking after that fall. But I suppose taking your life was all in vain. Luke is gone. I lost his love. And-and-,”
Jackie paused, her words choking the breath out of her. She grabbed a hand full of dirt and through it at the headstone, only to watch it scatter in the wind.
“That damn stepbrother of mine! That damned Taylor Fairbank! Now that I’m pregnant with his child, Luke will never take me back! And it’s all your fault! I hate you!”
“Jackie,” A voice suddenly called out from the edge of the family graveyard. She turned sharply, her large eyes full of fear as the lightening flashed.
“You-,” Jackie slowly stood, her hands resting on her stomach. “ I didn’t think you were coming back.”
Luke stood strong against the wind as it blew, the rain slapping at his enraged eyes. He took a few steps forward, then stopped as the scratches and bruises on Jackie’s body were more apparent.
“I told you I would, Jackie,” He looked over her again, then at the lump her shaking hands covered. “ Man, that’s some intense shit-
“What? No! That’s not-,” Carrie flipped her easer over and rubbed feverishly at the notepad in her lap. She turned her head to the left and found Raphael squatted down at her side, his eyes running back over the words she had written down. She then laughed at herself, realizing that she was so into her work that she didn’t notice him join her.
“She got knocked up by her step-brother?” Raphael shook his head and whistled. “Yer more messed up than I thought!”
Carrie wrinkled her nose, then laughed as Raphael took a seat on the floor. “ People like ‘messed up’ stuff like that. Haven’t you ever read V.C. Andrews? Danielle Steel?”
“Do I look like I read?” Raphael asked, his fingers pushing at his chest. “You’d be lucky ta even get a newspaper in my hands, let alone a book!”
“You poor, deprived turtle,” Carrie joked in a fake, sympathy tone, patting Raphael’s cheek. He frowned back, his eyes locked in a blank stare, which only made Carrie laugh harder.
She poked him playfully in the side, stopping when she was able to bring back the smile that made her melt into a puddle.
“So, to what do I owe to the sudden grace of your appearance on this cold and snowy evening?” Carrie closed her notebook and turned her hips so that she could fully face Raphael.
“Huh?” Raphael arched a bow, then put together Carrie’s strange phrasing. “Oh, uh, well, I was workin’ on my bike, and I got ta thinkin’: It’s Christmas Eve. Why the hell am I out here doin’ this shit when I could be inside the house-,”
“Oh! That’s sweet!” Carrie pressed her palms to her chest. “You wanted to spend some time with me.”
“Uh, actually, I just wanted ta get warm.” Raphael pointed to the fireplace. “I think that heater in the barn is on the fritz or somethin’.”
Carrie felt her heart drop to the floor, and as a few tears welled up in her eyes, Raphael laughed and returned the poking she had given him just moments before.
“We have gotta get ya over this whole sensitive thing!” He leaned back against the coffee table and stretched out his legs, wiggling his toes as the heat of the fire drained the cold away. Carrie bowed her head and scribbled on the notebook cover with her dull pencil, knowing that Raphael was playing, but was still unable to hide her embarrassed feelings and the water in her eyes. She felt Raphael’s finger poke at her lower back, and it made her cringe even more.
“Come on! Get over yerself already!” Raphael cried out with a slightly agitated laugh. He grabbed onto her hips and spun her around. Carrie squealed in protest and dropped the notebook to the ground as he lifted her and straddled her across his lap, catching her wrists in a tight grasp, making it hard for Carrie to get away. She squeezed her knees into Raphael’s hips, hoping that the pressure would distract him enough to let her go, but Raphael laughed again and tightened his hold.
“What is that? Some kind of foreplay?” He chuckled. “I havta tell ya, I’m really likin’ it!”
Carrie blew at her bangs as they fell in her eyes and she glared at her captor, aware that a smile was creeping back on her face. She let her legs relax, then her upper body, and Raphael slowly released his hands, only to place them on Carrie’s lower back.
“Can I ask ya somethin’?”
Carrie brushed her hair behind her ears and looked into Raphael’s eyes, feeling a little uncertain by his sudden serious tone. “Sure.”
“Since we never got around ta talkin’ a few days ago, can we do it now?”
“I’d like that.” Carrie nodded. “You must have a lot to say if you’re finally bringing it up.”
“I’ve just had a bunch of shit ta deal with. I needed time ta think.” Raphael looked at the carpet and narrowed his eyes, remembering how he has spent the past three days sitting alone in a hidden area of the hay loft after another argument with his brother left him feeling angry and frustrated.
Carrie pulled Raphael’s eyes back to hers with a soft touch of her hand on his face. “You’re so tense. What made you so upset?”
“It’s nothin’. I got over it.” Raphael lied, not wanting to get into a conversation about that hurtful words Leonardo had thrown at him. “Let’s just keep this about us, okay?”
“Okay,” Carrie answered softly, then placed her palms on Raphael’s shoulders. “So...”
“So....” Raphael repeated, shrugging his shoulders. “Are ya expectin’ me ta start this? Ain’t that askin’ a bit too much?”
“No, I just...forgot what I wanted to say.” Carrie giggled, her eyes drifting toward the ceiling.
“Why are ya here on Christmas anyway?” Raphael asked, bringing Carrie back to his face. “Ain’t this supposed ta be a family time or somethin’?”
“Yeah, right,” Carrie replied with a snort. “I haven’t spent any holiday with my family in three years. My Dad and I got into this big fight, and he told me that he never wanted me come back ever again.”
“I don’t even know the guy, and yet- I feel the need ta punch him out!”
Carrie laughed and laid her head against Raphael’s now warm chest. “It’s not worth it. My father is just mad because I’m able to live out my dreams instead of being stuck behind a desk all day like he is.”
“But still,” Raphael rested his chin on Carrie’s head and stared into the jumping flames as the wood cracked loudly. “He doesn’t havta tell ya ta never come back! No parent should ever treat their kid like that. Hell, some of the stuff I’ve done would get me a kick in the head and in the ass by Masta Splinter, but he’d never throw me out. Now, on the other hand, Leo would. That’s why I’m afraid of when Splinter... he’s been gettin’ sick more often and...”
Carrie leaned back and watched the lines of sadness and worry around Raphael’s brown eyes form. She moved her hands around Raphael’s neck and squeezed him tightly, nestling back against the beat of his heart.
“If it does happen, you know you can always come back here.”
Raphael sighed, and began to think aloud. “Do I even havta go back at all?”
Carrie blinked, unable to find a comforting answer to Raphael’s question. “I guess that’s just something you’ll have to think about on your own.”
“I have been.” Raphael pushed Carrie back and held onto her hands, his head leaning to one side as he let his worries fade and changed the subject with a smile. “So, what are we gonna do about this?”
Carrie suddenly blushed, her mind drawing another blank. “Uh...well, uh...”
Raphael rolled his eyes as Carrie giggled and buried her face in their closed fists. “ Is this too hard for ya or what?”
Carrie cleared her throat and took in a deep breath. “No, it’s not hard. I just don’t know where to begin.” She pushed her lips together in thought, then gave Raphael’s hands a squeeze. “What are your hobbies?”
“What?” Raphael snarled his upper lip. “What does that have ta do-,”
“Just answer me, please!” Carrie pushed the back of Raphael’s own hand to his mouth to silence him. “You promised we would start over again, remember? I hardly know anything about you, except that you have a bad temper and you’re a sex fiend.”
“You got alota nerve callin’ me-” Raphael pushed his hands back, but was quieted once again.
“I want to get to know you, Raph,” Carrie pleaded, batting her eyelashes for extra flare. “So?”
Raphael sighed as Carrie lowered their hands. “I don’t know. I really don’t do much.”
“There’s got to be something that you do in your spare time when you’re not crime fighting or whatever it is that you guys do. Think about it.”
“My ninja train’.” Raphael said with a laugh.
Carrie’s smile fell into a no-nonsense frown. “That’s a hobby?”
“I lift weights.” He laughed again. “Does beatin’ up Mikey count?”
“Oh yeah, beating up your brother,” Carrie said sarcastically. “ I’ve never been more attracted to you than I am now.”
“Well, what do you do that’s so special?” Raphael asked, returning the mock hateful tone. “All I ever see ya do is tap yer fingers on a keyboard!”
“I do other things beside write.” Carrie placed her fists on her hips. “ I happen to collect porcelain dolls.”
Raphael put his hands up and shook them. “ Whoa, hold on! That’s too much excitement for me!”
“Shut up.” Carrie frowned, her arms crossing over her chest and she quickly thought of something else. “What kind of music do you listen to?”
“Anything heavy and hard,” Raphael nodded with a huge grin. “Stuff ya can bang yer head to!”
Carrie’s frown remained. “ I listen to pop.”
“Uh,” Raphael scratched the back of his head. “What about movies? I like action and gory horror films.”
Carrie shook her head in frustration. “ Aside from Texas Chainsaw Massacre, it’s dramas and historical pieces. Foods?”
“Anythin’ spicy.”
“ Sweets for me. Poetry?”
“Dirty jokes.”
“Candles.”
“Fireworks.” Raphael laughed, then let out a heavy sigh. “Boy, we ain’t gettin’ anywhere with this!”
“I’ll say!” Carrie agreed. “In fact the only thing we have in common is enjoying wild sex!”
Raphael arched an eyebrow, his devious grin returning. “I’m game if you are, babe.”
Carrie blew a blast of air out of her nose, her gray eyes narrowed in an annoyed glare. “Pig.”
After running her fingers through her hair, Carrie moved from Raphael’s lap back to the floor, collecting her notebook and pencil. She then grabbed the metal poker and jabbed at the fire, shuffling the smoldering logs around. When she was satisfied they were turned around enough to burn the rest of the night, Carrie returned the poker and began to head for the stairs, but Raphael was quick to jump up and block her way.
“What now?” He asked, tapping his fingers on the banister. “Ya pissed at what I said again?”
Carrie sighed, her eyes directed at the steps under her feet. “No, I just- maybe I was wrong about-,”
“Wrong about us?” Raphael spoke for her, and Carrie couldn’t stop the tears in her eyes from returning once again.
“I just- just thought that we would have something to go from, to start with, you know?” Carrie rose her hand to her eyes and wiped the water away. “But there’s nothing. It’s not-,”
Raphael pulled Carrie into his arms and pushed her back down the stairs to the middle of the living room were they had started their conversation, and allowed Carrie to quietly sob on his shoulder.
“Does it really matter?” Raphael asked, his hands stroking away at Carrie’s hair before pulling her chin up and staring deeply into her eyes. “We don’t need all that other shit. The only thing that matters is this, right? That we both- feel there’s somethin’ there.”
Carrie blinked, her mouth open in awe. “That is the most sweetest thing I have ever heard you say.”
Raphael shrugged as he felt a sudden burn in his cheeks. “Hey, I told ya I got a heart, didn’t I?”
“I know all of that too, it’s just that-,” Carrie buried her head against Raphael and held onto him tightly, suddenly losing her words as his warm body engulfed her.
“Yer shakin’,” Raphael pointed out as he returned Carrie’s embrace, his hands fluttering down her spine.
“I’m nervous.” Carrie admitted, snuggling closer to his neck while her fingertips traced along the inside lines of Raphael’s shell, intrigued by the soft feel of his skin. Her fingers found their way down his right side, and Carrie almost jumped when Raphael suddenly shuddered and pushed her back.
“What? What did I do?”
Raphael grinned sheepishly. “ Nothin’. That’s just a, uh, very sensitive area.”
Carrie then felt a devilish smile creep up on her face and she purposely repeated the light touches. “Oh, really? I’ve touched you there before and you never acted like that.”
“Yeah, well,” Raphael shivered once again and took a step back. “Jabbin’ yer finger in my side doesn’t exactly count.” Another touch, and Raphael let out a growl. “Knock it off.”
“Why?” Carrie reached out and managed to rake her fingers on Raphael’s left side before he moved away again. “Have I found a turtle turn-on spot?”
“No!” Raphael dashed around the coffee table, barely missing Carrie’s out-stretched hand. “Do it again, and yer gonna end up on the ground!”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Carrie sidestepped around between the couch and the table, only to watch as Raphael moved toward the fireplace. “Oh, I must have found something if you’re trying this hard to stay away from me!”
“That’s just yer wishful thinkin’!” Raphael smiled and pointed a finger at Carrie, then watched with widening eyes as Carrie stepped onto the coffee and folded her fists on her hips.
“How about I make you a deal?” She tossed her layered blonde hair over her shoulders and smiled seductively while slowly raking her tongue across her teeth. “If you admit I was right and let me touch you again... I’ll let you touch one of my turn-on spots.”
“Gee, that’s a toughie. Gotta think about that one.” Raphael rested his right elbow in the opposite hand and tapped on his lips. “What if I just admit ta it, and you give me a table dance?”
“Seriously? Did you already forget how clumsy I am?” Carrie crossed her arms over her chest. “I’ll slid off of this thing before I even get my shirt unbuttoned!”
“Ya won’t fall,” Raphael shook his head in disagreement. “There ain’t no ice, and ya ain’t liquored up. Now, start strippin’!”
“Kiss my ass!” Carrie cried out through a wicked grin. “Why don’t you come up and make me?”
“If you insist.” Raphael chuckled, giving himself a second to pop his knuckles. Carrie then realized what she had said, and began to wave her hands in front of her.
“No, no! I was kidding! Please don’t-!”
Carrie let out a scream as Raphael dove across the table, catching her by the waist, and the two fell back onto the couch in a loud booming thud that shook the mirrors and candle sconces on the wall above them. Carrie pulled her hands down from her eyes, her palms catching her hot breath, and she blinked at the playful smile Raphael was giving her.
“Don’t you ever do that again!” She whispered, her index fingers pointing upright like a football goal post into Raphael’s face. He answered with a laugh and brushed a few strands of blonde hair away from Carrie’s forehead.
“So are ya gonna tell me, or do I have ta guess?” He softly kissed Carrie’s chin, his palms slowly sliding down the arms of Carrie’s white blouse, the soft fabric rustling under the small amount of pressure he applied. “I hope that ya let me guess.”
“Now who’s the wishful thinker?” Carrie joked, but was taken away by Raphael’s lips on her neck. A moan escaped from the depths of her throat as Carrie felt goose bumps raising on her skin, tingling her to the point of shuddering again.
“There’s one.” Raphael moved his left hand back up Carrie’s arm to entwine their fingers, and was surprised when Carrie again shook as his fingers lightly swept across her open palm. “Two.”
Carrie giggled, and wrapped her free hand around Raphael’s neck, directing him to kiss her lips. He leaned closer with no resistance, but instead of being forceful, his kisses were gentle and delicate, and Carrie shivered as each kiss tickled her.
“Three.”
“You’re good at this.” Carrie moaned, her long nails barely brushing the back of Raphael’s neck.
“I know.” Raphael went back to kissing Carrie and brought his free hand down the back of her right shoulder, down her side, and rested at her hip, savoring the way her body curved with his fingertips. He inched his hand under the blouse, stopping at the top of Carrie’s jeans, and rubbed at her soft skin, waiting for Carrie to give him the green light to go farther. Their embrace grew more intense all at once, and Raphael pulled free from Carrie’s hold, placing his hand on her other hip. Carrie wrapped her other arm around Raphael’s neck, her body pushing upward as they kissed deeper, her leg instinctively curling around the turtle’s back calf muscle. But as Raphael moved his hands up higher and nibbled at her neck, the fire between her legs came back, and Carrie placed her hands on Raphael’s chest to push him away.
“No, I-I can’t.”
Raphael let out a frustrated sigh and sat back on his knees, allowing Carrie to slid out from under him. But she remained still, her face in a confused expression.
“What are you doing?”
“You said ya didn’t want to, so I was gonna let ya get up!” Raphael bellowed, his tone proving how discouraged he really was.
Carrie laughed and clapped her hands. “I only said that to see if you really would move!”
Raphael frowned at first, then let it fade. “Yer awful. Why did ya do that?”
“So you could show me that you’re not just after sex anymore.”
The frown reappeared. “I coulda just told ya that.”
Carrie shook her head and pulled Raphael back down. “Then I wouldn’t have been able to see you so sexually frustrated.”
“Like I said, yer awful.”
As they lost each other in another deep kiss, Raphael wrapped her arms around Carrie’s legs and scooped her off the couch, opting for the close warmth of the fire instead. Her gently place Carrie on her back, his mouth still at hers, and began to fumble with the buttons of her blouse. Carrie pushed him back impatiently and did the job herself, squirming in anticipation while she watched Raphael pulled her jeans down and kiss at her navel. After throwing back the sides of her shirt, Carrie sat up and grabbed Raphael’s face, kissing him once again as she removed his bandanna. She tossed it aside and found herself lost in his familiar hungry gaze. Her legs shook as a burst of wetness erupted from her core, the animal in her not wanting to wait any longer to feel him inside of her, but her heart soon overpowered, and she instead pulled Raphael back against her, their bare skin touching at every crease.
For a moment, they eyes remained locked, as if asking one another for permission, but with a soft touch of her hand, Carrie stroked Raphael’s cheek and smiled.
“Please, Raph. I need this. I need you.”
Raphael blinked, almost releasing the tears in his eyes. He inhaled sharply, suddenly filled with a new, overwhelming sensation he had never experienced before, and Raphael couldn’t stop his hands from shaking as he caressed Carrie’s bare shoulders. He was afraid to touch her, confused by the duality of his feelings, and was about to back away when Carrie grabbed his hands and directed them down her body.
She threw her head back, a moan escaping from deep within her as she slowly moved Raphael’s hands down her sides, down her tight, upper thighs, making sure to apply pressure with his thumbs to the neatly trimmed mound of hair that rested between her legs before heading back up her flat stomach. She then led him to her breasts, placing one into each hand, and cried out as their hands worked together to bring her nipples to full attention. Carrie closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, sliding her fingers upwards toward Raphael’s neck and slowly pulling his head down. Raphael was now breathless, fully aroused by Carrie’s growing moans and whimpers, and he eagerly took each breast into his mouth and exercised the erect nipples with his tongue. Carrie pushed harder against him, her fingernails lightly touching the soft skin at the edges of his shell, and a gasp erupted from her open mouth as she felt the slight smack of Raphael’s shaft hit against her inner thigh. Knowing that Raphael was busy, Carrie quickly grabbed the thick, hard member in her hand and rubbed the throbbing head over her clit, the river of her own juices drenching her hand. She groaned with pleasure, tossed her head back even more, and clenched her teeth as her hips rocked with each stroke.
Raphael immediately stopped and looked up, his eyes wide in shock as Carrie cried and lashed around. His shock was forgotten in a matter of seconds as Carrie tighten her grip on his swollen shaft and moved it down to her entrance, making circle movements around the opening before removing her hand. Without a word, Carrie slid her wet hand up Raphael’s chest, her vision blurred from the heat, and she shuddered once more as Raphael leaned down to place one more gentle kiss on her full lips.
“So, how many does that make?” Carrie asked, her voice deep and lustful.
“Don’t know. Lost count.” Raphael replied, giving Carrie a smile that caused her to lose the control she had over the situation and turn into a helpless lump in his arms.
Raphael grunted as he slowly pushed himself into Carrie, the wetness she had created making it easier on her to adjust to him. He rocked into her slowly, savoring how she felt around him, how she would contract tighter each time he dove in. He watched Carrie’s face, the way she gritted her teeth, how tightly she squeezed her eyes, and lost himself in the sensual way her lips would move when she let out a thunderous moan. All the little things Raphael had taken for granted with so many others he was now soaking in, making the experience with Carrie more passionate than anything he could have imagined, and he was hoping that she, too, could feel what he felt.
Moving his right hand back down her side, Raphael grabbed the back of Carrie’s left leg and pushed it forward, allowing him to plunge deeper. Carrie responded by arching her back, her moan almost erupting as a scream, her fingernails scratching at Raphael’s shoulders as if she was struggling to escape. Everything Raphael was doing was driving her mad. His slow thrusts, the amorous look in his eyes, the way his fingers and palms would lightly glide over her skin, just touching enough to make her shudder with pleasure. He was taking his time with her, bringing her to the brink of climax, but then backing off just enough to make it last longer. Carrie never thought Raphael was capable of such things, and it made her realize that he actually did feel something for her as she did for him.
Carrie opened her gray eyes and locked her gaze with Raphael, and the tempo of their grinding movements picked up at once. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him closer to her, muffling her cries in his neck. Raphael managed to slip a hand under Carrie’s waist and the other under her back behind her shoulders. Squeezing her tightly against him, Raphael buried his face just below her right ear, and deeply inhaled the rose fragrance that evaporated from her sweaty skin, the intoxication of the scent sending him over the edge. And just as Carrie folded both of her legs over his shell and interlocked her arms around his neck, Raphael pushed faster, his shaft ramming into the deepest depths of her core as it tighten and constricted for the last time. Carrie screamed into Raphael’s chest plates, her orgasm exploding through her entire body, and she shuddered as her hips continued to buck uncontrollably. Raphael wasn’t far behind, his climax hitting him so hard that for the first time a wild and carnal cry tore up from his throat. He cling onto Carrie for dear life as he pumped his seed into her pulsating center, their liquids merging and seeping out onto the carpet below, and together, they slumped to the floor in a shuddering and exhausted sweat mess.
After the waves of ecstasy had passed, Raphael lifted up his head, suddenly feeling Carrie shake beneath him. Wiping the beads of perspiration from between his eyes, Raphael pulled her free from his neck, and was shocked to find a broken dam of tears in Carrie’s gray eyes. The drops of water shined brightly in the light of the fire as they fell freely down her cheeks, right to the corners of the warm smile she wore, and Carrie softly brushed her fingers down Raphael’s face. He gave her a smile in return, then closed his eyes and lovingly nuzzled Carrie’s wet, burning cheek. Carrie let out a long sigh and held her lover’s face, not wanting to let go of the moment. She closed her eyes, let the world fall away, and soon fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, finally freed from all of the doubts and fears she had about falling in love.
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