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Passive Aggression	By : sss979 Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 4515 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Passive Aggression
- 2-the rest of it
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She struggled hard, knowing this was likely the only opportunity she'd have to get away, and managed to hipcheck him in the brief moment he was off balance. His weight shifted and his grip loosened, more concerned with staying upright than holding her. He caught up the padded nunchucks just as she slipped entirely from his other hand.
She bolted for the living room, sweeping her dulled, practice sais off the couch and moving to the bare dining room she used to practice. She spun to blow him a kiss and shot an evil, sadistic grin before bracing. "Wanna play?"
Raph's grin widen as he paused on the other side of her practice space, eyes raking over her stance and the weapons she held. He didn't answer her verbally, but he didn't need to. The menacing, focused light at the back of his eyes was all the answer she needed as he stalked forward, the single nunchaku held low in front of him.
She twirled the sais once, focusing her attention, then slid her left foot forward, thrusting one of the weapons toward him. Raphael slid to the side, avoiding her easily, and struck for her wrist with his own weapon. He aborted the move as he was forced down by a roundhouse kick whistling toward him. He dropped, letting the kick sing by over his head, and swept one leg around in a fast arc, trying to take out her left foot while the other was still in the air.
She saw the attack well in advance, but knew that meant nothing if she couldn't get her other foot down fast enough. She cut the momentum of the kick off rather than let it carry her into her next move and dropped her foot down as quickly as she could. She used that leg to brace, bringing the other up, foot behind her knee in a standard crane stance, her right arm above her and the other down. She was weaker with her left, but used that arm to strike high for when he stood, twirling the other sai and bringing it down to try and lead him into her attack.
He was crouched low, watching her carefully, and he saw exactly what she was planning. He blocked the attack instead of letting her guide him up, holding his position as long as possible before spinning off the other way. He kept a careful eye on her other sai. They may be blunted for practice, but like the nunchucks, they could still do a fair amount of damage if they weren't careful. He came to a stop just outside her comfortable striking distance, relying on his slightly greater reach as the chucks whirled in. Still facing the side, she brought her foot down, one shoulder-width apart from her other, knees slightly bent, toes pointed forward, slipping into the stance without thought. The arm facing him was brought up quickly, sai pointed upward in an attempt to catch the chain of his weapon.
Her aim was slightly off and the handle of the nunchaku hit the side of the blade, the force shaking her grip slightly, but not nearly enough to make her lose her grip having hit so close to the end of the weapon. Her other sai was at her opposite side, pointed back, and she kept it there as she shifted her weight forward and front snap kicked at him. He grinned tightly. Perfect. Not bothering to waste time thinking about it, he stepped into her kick, hitting her leg with a low crossblock. He grabbed her ankle and twisted it, hoping to force her down. She gasped in surprise, her focus and train of thought broken.
He knew he'd left himself wide open for a shot from the sai in her hands if she was fast enough. She knew it too, but the split second of surprise had taken up precious time. She struck forward anyway, but knew there was no way she'd make the connection before she lost her balance. Raphael watched the attack peter out before it hit him, and ghosted forward quickly. His foot connected with one wrist, dislodging the sai it held, but the angle was wrong for him to kick the other out of her hand. She teetered, forced to abandon all thoughts of counterattack to catch herself as she fell. Her thoughts were already moving over how she'd get to her feet again as she hit the floor.
Raphael dropped back into a ready stance, most of his weight on the ball of his hind foot, front knee slightly bent, turned almost sideways to her. She'd barely hit the floor before she pushed herself up. She was well aware that she'd lost one of her sais, but she couldn't stop to think about it. The last thing she wanted was to give him the chance to pin her. She was back on her feet in an instant, and she braced defensively, throwing her sai to her strong hand and turning so that it was out in front of her. Her eyes flickered to the other weapon on the floor, but it was way too far away to be of any use to her. If she went for it, he'd catch her off guard for sure. He watched her eyes flick to her lost sai, and just smiled. The familiar menacing light still at the back of his eyes made the smile anything but friendly.
Her gaze shifted back to him. He was watching her, the nunchaku spinning almost lazily between them. She shifted, mirroring his stance, waiting for him to make a move, using the moment of down time to search for a weakness in his formation. He kept the chucks moving with a lazy arrogance, unaffected as he met her appraisal. She was waiting for him to move, the remaining sai in her strong hand.
He let the moment stretch for a few seconds, but patience had never been his strong point. He faked a rush at her with the nunchucks before pivoting and striking out for her sternum with the heel of his other hand. She used her weapon to block his, and her unarmed hand came down to counter his other attack. She hit his wrist with her forearm, knocking it aside and spinning to put some distance between them. Unaffected, Raphael continued his advance, following her as she spun away, trying to get more room.
She brought her weapon down toward him again. He saw it and flicked his wrist, wrapping the chain of the nunchucks around the center prong. He gripped both staves in one hand, and tried to guide it off to the side. But he wasn't quite fast enough. The tip of the sai hit his shoulder, scraping along his flesh before he pulled it up and out of his way.
Ignoring the pain, he pushed in closer again. She managed to extract her sai from the chain of his nunchaku when the blow caught him on the shoulder. It was raised up above her head and out of the way for just a moment. Using the weapon rather than her empty hand would be ideal, but her positioning wasn't right and attempting it would only give him an opportunity to attack. Knowing he'd need a second to recover, she brought her hand up in a strike to the side of his neck, watching his weapon, prepared to bring her own down to block if he attempted to use it. He saw her hand coming in towards him and knew instinctively that he wouldn't be able to get his own arm there in time to block it. Instead he pivoted to catch it on his shell, and continued to press forward, throwing a short punch toward her midsection with his off hand, bringing the chucks whistling around towards arm that held the sai.
For a split second, it looked like she was caught. She could turn to avoid the blow, but knew that she couldn't get out of the way of his weapon. Lowering her arm would only bring the risk that he might hit her head and she knew better than that. She twirled the sai in her fingers so that the blade ran along her arm and caught the brunt of the force from the nunchaku, pivoting on her front foot to avoid the incoming punch. Her back was to him for just a second, and she didn't like that feeling. Even less comforting was how close she'd come to the corner of the room. She suddenly realized he'd been backing her up since they started.
She spun back toward him, breaking form in her haste, and recovered as quickly as possible into a defensive stance, bringing her weapon out in front of her. He was closer than she was comfortable with, but she had no time to step back. He didn't give her time to recover completely, lunging forward in a classic forward stance, weight balanced evenly between his feet. His feinted towards her face with his fist, and a grin quirked the corner of his lips before quickly fading again. The chucks came around for her wrist again, and a frown flashed across his features. The angle was wrong, his grip awkward.
She'd broken form already and had no time to get her focus back. Acting on instinct, she raised her sai up to try and tangle his chain around it. She considered a kick, but his stance was strong and she was running out of room to maneuver a recovery. Instead she lashed out with her fist in an awkward, high punch. One mistake always seemed to snowball for her. It was her weakness, and she hated to think it but she was pretty sure Raphael was aware of that now as he backed her into the corner. If he got her much further back, she wouldn't have room to even establish a stance.
The nunchaku connected, the chain wrapping around the blade. He didn't even attempt to recover them. He simply let go with a flip of his wrist, wrapping the chain around one of the other prongs on the sai. He left it there, an unexpected weight on her attacking hand. He jerked his head to the left and felt her knuckles graze his cheek, but there was no force behind it and he ignored it. She didn't have much room to manouver anymore, and he pushed in harder, forcing her back again. One hand lashed out for a nerve cluster in her shoulder, the other coming back to block whatever her next attack was going to be.
Her back foot hit the wall and she knew she'd reached the end of the line. She tried to shake off the nunchaku from around the sai, but there was no time. She let it go, trying to duck and shift to the side to avoid his blow, her foot firmly in place. She heard the weapons hit the floor, raised her foot up on the wall, and pushed off as hard as she could, grabbing for his shoulders. She knew damn well that grappling with him was not the best idea she'd ever had, but there was no choice at this point. And if she could get a good grip, she knew she could throw him in spite of his size.
Raph blinked, a bit startled as she launched herself off the wall into him. The strike for her nerves turned into a grab for her own shoulder, and he simply let himself fall over backwards, pushing her up and over his head with one foot. He kept his grip on her shoulder and spun, covering her upper body with his. One hand let go of the grip he had on her shoulders, and suddenly she felt cold steel in the hollow beneath her chin. Her eyes flew open in surprise. He was staring down at her over the sai he'd pulled from his belt, eyes unreadable. "Yield," he growled. It wasn't a question.
She swallowed, the icy blade against her throat, her chest heaving from the exhileration of the adrenaline. She could feel the sweat dripping down over her forehead as she watched him, considering whether or not there was any way for her to get out of this and, moreover, if he'd cheated. But either way, she was flat on her back and the blade at her throat was very real. Her eyes slid closed submissively. "A'right."
Raph's eyes softened just a bit as she submitted. "Good."
He could feel the sweat trickle down the back of his own neck, and kept from panting through sheer force of stubborn pride. She relaxed beneath him and he drew the sai down, tracing the column of her throat with the bare tip of it. She flinched as he drew the weapon down, a shiver running along her spine. She could still feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins and the weapon against her body, tracing down past her collarbone, then over her shirt, only seemed to intensify it. She remained relaxed, but her eyes opened, flashing at him. She didn't speak, didn't move.
He ignored his own shoulder where the scrape had accumulated enough blood it started a slow trickle down his bicep, resheathing the sai wordlessly. He brought his hand back up her body, running his palm over her stomach and the swell of her breasts before curling around to the back of her neck. His fingers slid over hot, sticky sweat as he held her still, dipping his head to lick the same trail his sai had followed on her throat, in one long firm movement. The salty taste of her heated skin made him tremor, just the faintest bit.
She shuddered and suppressed a moan, clamping her jaw shut. Her panting breaths came hard, raising her shoulders and chest as he licked at her throat. She left her hands down, flat against the floor, still submissive, but not touching. She closed her eyes as burning sweat threatened to trickle into them and fought for a moment to get her breathing under control.
He pulled away to examine her expression for a short moment before dropping his head down again, kissing her mouth hard. She clamped her teeth harder, pressing her lips together, eyes still closed. His lips opened, and he probed hers with his tongue, seeking entrance, but she refused. She didn't make any attempt to push him off of her, but the message was clear. His grip tightened just slightly on the back of her neck, his fingers half tangled in her hair, and he pulled her a little bit closer, arching her up. Her head swam as her heartbeat pounded in her ears, her mind and body reacting to both the intensity of the adrenaline and the feel of his body against hers. She tried to suppress another moan, but only managed to turn it into a pitiful whimper.
Raphael didn't hurry the kiss he was giving her, but he did bring it to a close shortly there after. His lips trailed down her cheek, and he let his breath rasp in her ear for a moment before starting on the curve of her neck, coming around to the soft skin of her throat, licking and kissing, biting and teasing it. He used his grip to tilt her head back further, giving him better access. She let him continue, not moving, her own breathing slowly coming back under control. She could feel his wet mouth against her already-damp flesh, caressing her and sending shivers of excitement down her spine. She kept her eyes closed, but her lips parted to allow her to breathe a little easier. She turned her head to the side as he forced it back, not fighting him but not about to let him know how good that felt.
He paused for just a moment. The passive act was confusing him. It wasn't what he expected out of her. But her mouth was free, and she hadn't told him to stop. And she wasn't trying to get away from him. His tongue slid under the collar of her shirt, tasting the flesh he found there. He released his grip on her neck, and trailed his hand down over her shoulder, pulling the fabric out of his way so he could reach more skin. He shifted his weight slightly so he could support most of it on his legs, and brought his other hand up to her hip, sliding it under her shirt and just letting it rest on the skin of her waist.
His touch seemed to send waves of fire through her veins. She swallowed hard as his tongue explored the top of her chest, and had to remind herself of her resolution to be quiet as his hand slipped under her shirt. The passive aggressive approach was one she didn't use often, and it was becoming increasingly difficult as his hands explored over her. But she liked it. She could tell it was frustrating him, and that always had positive results...
His brow furrowed as she continued to just lie there passively, letting his hands and tongue roam where he wanted. He growled softly in his throat in frustration, and pulled his mouth away from her, sitting up so he could see her expression. Both hands were under her shirt now, caressing at the flesh of her stomach, her sides, everywhere between her bra band and the waistline of her jeans. He occasionally dipped a finger beneath one of the two barriers, but not for long or deeply.
He didn't ask. He refused to ask for her permission. He'd won after all, hadn't he? Still, he watched her expression for some clue, frustrations building quickly. She opened her eyes and glanced up at him, but didn't move. She could see the desired look building behind his eyes and smiled wickedly, but didn't speak. Her eyes ran slowly down his body, appraising him, but her hands remained on the floor. Fire flashed in her eyes as they raised back up to his. Her look dared him to continue, but she didn't say a word.
The growl got a little louder. She was mocking him! She knew exactly what she was doing, and she was laughing at him! Fine. If she didn't want to touch, he'd make damned certain she wouldn't be able to even if she changed her mind. His hands moved up her sides, pushing her shirt ahead of him, raising both her arms over her head. He got her head out of the neckhole, but left her arms tangled up in it, winding it tight around itself and holding it there above her head, her hands trapped inside. She could probably squirm her way out of it. If she tried and if he let her. His eyes held that menacing gleam they'd had during the fight, and he held her stare, challenging her as his other hand roamed across her torso.
She didn't fight him, but her eyes remained steady on his, the dark, threatening look exciting her in a way she couldn't understand, much less describe. She let him bind her arms and watched him, smiling wickedly. She already knew he hated being out of control, and the frustration she'd seen a moment ago looked to be turning to determination. Now it was just a matter of what he did to take control. She smiled wickedly, fully prepared to face whatever he would bring.
Raph watched her smile, eyes narrow. Keeping her arms pinned above her, he reached behind her and flipped the clasp on her bra, loosening it. He left it where it was for now, and brought his hand back and down to fondle the button on her pants. Knowing full well where his fingers were eventually headed, she took the opportunity to cross her legs at the ankles, pressing her thighs together hard. His eyes remained hooded as he popped the button and slowly pulled down the zipper. He let his fingers linger for a moment before bringing his hand back up to caress her torso once more, his gaze steady on hers.
The top half of her body was still relaxed, the smile dimming just slightly as her eyes wandered from his and she looked over his body. She felt another pang of excitement deep inside of her, and tried to ignore it. He brought his hands back down and tried to pull her pants down her body. But with her ankles crossed and her legs pressed together, that was a losing battle. He'd let it alone for a while. He turned his attention back to her upper body, eyes drinking in her half naked body, hands running over smooth, still-damp skin. He pushed her bra up and out the way, exposing her breasts. The cool air felt good against her burning flesh as he raised her bra up over her breasts, past her head. She kept her jaw and legs locked, watching him as their eyes met again.
The light in his eyes grew more menacing, and he reached down to slowly pull his sai from its sheath again. Something in the pit of her stomach stirred with excitement as his hand moved to his belt and slowly pulled his weapon. He moved painfully slow, giving her lots of time to see it, and to ponder what exactly he planned to do with it. She couldn't help but tense up as it caught the light from the window and reflected it into her eyes in a flash, the point of the weapon obviously much sharper than the ones she used. He's probably killed people with those weapons... The thought sent a slight pang of apprehension through her.
He brought the tip of the sai down so it rested at the band of her underwear, and brought it slowly up her body, letting the tip scratch incredibly lightly over her skin. He wasn't even letting the full weight of the blade rest on her, just enough that there was contact. He circled her navel once with it, before bringing it slowly up her ribcage to trace around the inside curve of one of her breasts. She swallowed hard, remaining absolutely still. Her shoulders pressed down hard to the floor and she didn't breathe as the sharp tip of the blade crept up to her soft breasts, then higher, playing lightly along the curve of her throat once more.
Her head tilted back instinctively and she swallowed back the whimper that seemed to come from deep inside of her. She hadn't come this far to give him that satisfaction. He brought his mouth down again, tongue hot and wet against her skin, covering where the tip of the sai dimpled her throat. She let her breath out slow, careful not to jar him as he licked her skin around the tip of the blade. If he slips... for any reason... you'll be dead before you have a chance to figure out what happened... She remained completely motionless, terrified and incredibly excited by the feel of danger as he continued to kiss and lick around the tip of the blade.
Her sudden stillness was gratifying. His mouth moved up, around to the side of her neck, and up to her ear. He concentrated on the thin, sensitive skin behind it as he slowly dragged the blade back down her body. She pressed her lips together tightly, closing her eyes hard. God damn he was good... But she couldn't think about that. She wouldn't think about that. She felt the weapon move down and her eyes flew open as it slipped beneath the band of her panties. She parted her thighs slightly, well aware that she didn't have much of a choice at this point, but kept her ankles together, fully prepared to clamp shut again the moment he pulled his weapon away.
She shivered as the icy blade neared the incredible heat between her legs. His lips and tongue continued to work at the side of her neck as he kept the forward pace going with the weapon, probing further down. He tilted the blade slightly once the sharp tip was past her, pressing the smooth, ice cold metal against her clit. She gasped, fists clenching instinctively, and bit her tongue, every muscle in her body tensing as she tried not to make a sound.
He brought his other hand down, and started to work the jeans off her hips slowly. She felt him working at her jeans, and didn't fight him, but she didn't help either. She let out a staggered breath, trying hard not to squirm. She could still feel the tip of the blade touch her inner thigh every so often, and she knew damn well how sharp it was. Raphael moved the weapon up and down slowly, rubbing it against her, smiling slightly at her attempt to hide her reaction. He managed to get the jeans down past her hips, and after that it was easier. He got them to her knees, then let go. The sai was still moving back and forth over her, slowly warming the metal to body temperature. He pulled the other sai from his belt, and pressed the point to the inside of her leg, just above the knee. He slowly brought up the pressure. She had a choice to either open her legs wide, or bleed.
Her ankles uncrossed as his message became clear and she parted her legs, bending one knee up and dragging the jeans down to her feet. She stopped there, not wanting to seem too eager in her compliance. He smiled. "Good girl."
She opened her eyes and glared at him as he patronized her, but she didn't move. They closed again as she began to get used to the feeling of hard metal against her clit. It was warmer now, but every so often he slid it a little too far and her breath caught as an unwarmed section of the blade touched her skin. He drew it up, then let go, leaving the handle lying on her stomach as he moved over, drawing one leg over hers. He couldn't quite help an apprehensive glance at her face. If she wanted to call an end to it, he'd just put himself in a position where a swift knee would put an utter and complete end to his plans for the evening.
The ice cold, three pound weight on her stomach took some getting used to, but she managed to block it out. She was still as he straddled her leg, but smiled to herself as she caught his brief expression. Her head turned to the side again and she closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. He moved his other leg inside of hers, kneeling between her thighs, her ankles still held together behind him by her jeans. He reached to the side and set down the sai he'd used to make her part her legs. He carefully withdrew the other one and set it beside its mate, then leaned over her. His warmth pressed along her front as he lowered his mouth to her breast. She kept her head turned, eyes closed, but her breathing caught as his warm, wet tongue met her sensitive flesh. He wasn't resting much weight on her - he'd crush her if he did and she knew it - but what weight he did have against her held her plenty helpless even if she hadn't been playing dead. It felt good, warm, hard against her soft stomach. She loved the way his body felt against hers...
He ran his hand up her side and over the curve of her breast that wasn't covered with his mouth. He rolled her nipple between his fingertips, pinching it slightly as he pulled the other breast deep into his mouth, and sucked hard at it. His hips moved forward into her. It didn't matter that he was still drawn up inside his shell; he let the bottom edge of his plastron grind against her sex.
It was becoming more and more difficult to keep quiet. She squeezed her eyes closed and tried to ignore the feeling of his warm, wet mouth over her, his fingers teasing, his hard plastron pressing against her soft, vulnerable flesh. She could feel how wet she was, the warm liquid transferring to his shell and spreading over her. It tickled her lips as it seeped down and she squirmed involuntarily, raising her hips against him. Raph felt a thrill of triumph as she moved against him, and one that bordered amusement as she realized what she was doing and jerked her hips back down to lie flat against the floor. She cringed, suppressing a cry of frustration. What the hell are you doing, anyhow? You're being harder on yourself than you are on him... Maybe it was time to change tactics. But at the moment she couldn't think of a decent one to change to.
He was almost painfully hard inside his shell, but he would make her break before he let this come to an end. His hand left her breast to come down and brace itself against her hip, and he bit at the nipple still in his mouth, just one small step shy of painful. Her head was to the side, her breathing slow, deep, but steady. She concentrated on the air entering and exiting her lungs as he bit down at her nipple. Breathe in... She exercised every bit of willpower she could as his tongue moved down to her navel. Breathe out... You know where he's heading... are you going to be ready for it? He raised his eyes to see if she was watching as he probed for a moment with his thick, wet tongue. She swallowed hard, staring at the blackness on the inside of her eyelids, not entirely sure what to make of her own thoughts. Breathe in...
He watched as she tried to suppress her emotions, then continued his way down her body. He brought one knee to the outside of hers, and pulled her legs almost closed around his thigh for a moment. His hands lifted her hips, and slid her underwear down. It took a little maneuvering, but he managed to get them down with her pants without letting her completely close her legs again. His mouth lowered to the fine, almost invisible hairs on her stomach, tracing them down to the delta between her legs. He pulled back slightly, and blew a stream of cool air across hot flesh, then looked back up at her. Her head was still turned to the side, breathing so measuredly steady and at complete odds with the moisture between her legs and the hard points of her nipples. He grinned, and abandoned the idea of teasing to lick hard up her slit.
Her breath caught and staggered, almost a sob, and her shoulders arched up slightly off the floor. Breathe dammit! She gasped in a breath and let it out as slow as she could manage as his mouth closed over her, his tongue pressing deep inside of her before he sealed his lips around her clit. He lapped at it with long, firm strokes, sucking hard. She cringed as she struggled desperately to keep her breathing steady, and cursed silently as a slight whimper escaped her lips. He heard her breath catch and the whimper that followed it. He didn't let up on either the pressure or his pace. Instead, he touched her thigh gently and dragged his fingers up her flesh until they rested at her entrance. He slowly pressed one inside her, moving slowly, managing to keep two separate rhythms going: fast and hard with his mouth, but slow and gentle with his hand. He allowed his shaft to drop out of his shell. Concentrating on a third thing was just too damned much.
Her lips parted, and the concentration was broken as she began to pant. His finger was thick, and touched her inner walls all at once as he slipped inside of her. Her body felt like it was on fire. She gave in, no longer able to trick herself into thinking she wasn't in desperate need of him. Her hands, bound at the wrist by her shirt, came down and she moaned loudly as she rested them on the top of his head, twining her fingers around his bandana.
He felt a rush of satisfaction and continued to lavish attentions on her, his finger moving in deeper with each thrust, his lips tight around the swollen bud of her clit. He pressed hard into her, trying to bring her even higher. Her chest heaved. No longer concerned with being quiet, moans and whimpers emanated from her with each exhaled breath. She slipped her fingers beneath his mask, caressing gently with her fingertips, the excitement making her body shake. She could feel the first few waves signaling an orgasm as he licked her hard, his thick finger moving in and out of her body.
He pulled his finger and his mouth away from her. Breathing hard, he climbed her body and held his weight on his arms over her, staring down into her eyes with that dark menace again. "Do you want it?" he growled.
She raised her arms up, over his head and around his neck, whimpering slightly at the withdrawal. His body pressed down on her, and she could feel his shaft brush the inside of her thigh. Her body screamed and now she really wanted use of her hands. But as they were tied, she only had her legs. She struggled to get the jeans the rest of the way off with her feet, and ground her hips against his desperately. She knew better than to answer him. She wanted to. Instinct told her to. But he hadn't completely broken her yet. She growled in frustration and snapped her head to the side, eyes squeezing closed again.
Raph chuckled at the stubborn streak she was showing, and dipped his head to kiss his way along her jaw. He let his shaft brush against her entrance, but pulled away before she could grind her hips into him. He leaned down to her ear again, his voice low and husky with heat and desire. "Come on baby, tell me you want it. Just say the word, and its yours baby..."
She groaned, frustrated as he kissed along her neck. She wasn't going to beg him, and she knew that was what he wanted. She answered through gritted teeth, her head still to the side. "No!"
He raised his head at her negation, shifting his weight slightly so he could bring one hand up to her breast again. Her whole body was tensed. She tried to rise into him, but he pulled back. She pressed down again, panting hard, her body aching. She held his neck tightly, opening her eyes for just a moment. The world was out of focus, and she closed them again. God damn it, she wanted her hands. She didn't need his help to come. She struggled with the makeshift rope that bound her wrists, a new focus shifting her attention away from the intense desire burning between her legs.
He searched her expression, a blend of frustration and concentration. He turned his head and saw her trying to free her hands. A finger ran lightly down her jaw as he shook his head slightly in disapproval. "Don't make me tie you to something, lover..."
She opened her eyes to glare up at him. "Try it, Raph," she growled. "You'd have to get offa me first."
His own hand moved, but not towards hers. Instead he slid it down over her body, covering her mound. He left his hand there, but didn't rub against her flesh. The warmth only stayed pressed against her slit, incidentally covering her away from her own hands as she wretched them free. She grabbed his wrist and considered digging her nails into his flesh - that would probably make him let go - but she thought she'd try a more subtle attempt first. She leaned up, into him, bringing her lips to his and kissing him hard. He blinked in surprise as she kissed him hard, and didn't quite suppress a moan of his own as her grip turned to a gentle caress. Her fingers slipped beneath his wrist band and her other hand moved toward his fingers, brushing lightly. He left his hand where it was, but moved the rest of himself up slightly, almost involuntarily. She could feel him pressing against her inner thigh as he returned her kiss with interest.
She continued to brush back and forth lightly over his pulse, her other fingers moving to the side of his hand, massaging gently. She felt all over his hand, touching him lightly, ignoring the feel of his hot shaft against her. Her tongue moved over his, slowly probing, kissing him deeply. Her eyes opened and she tried to look down, her interest obviously more on their hands than their mouths. Massaging gently, she moved over the side of his hand and caressed the place where their skin met, pressing up against his hand lightly. He moved his hand slightly, but brought it to a halt again, still covering her. He pressed her a little harder, slipping his middle finger between her lips to massage gently, but with no where near the same intensity as before. He kissed her back, tongue following hers back into her mouth, seemingly not noticing that she was distracted by their hands.
The fact that he was still covering her didn't matter. He wasn't pressing as hard now and her flesh around the area was soft enough to give way. She managed to get her fingers between them, and continued to work toward the center of his palm, her other fingers still brushing his wrist. She was on a mission, and the caress of his finger inside of her didn't have nearly the same effect that it had before, even though her body was screaming for release.
Raphael was so hard it hurt, his nerves on fire from the feel of her mouth on his, her fingers on the sensitive inside of his wrist. He shifted his weight forward, pressing into the thin skin where torso met thigh briefly before settling back. He wanted her. Badly. Needed her. But he wasn't going to settle for grinding against her leg. Besides, he still wanted to hear her ask for it. The burn wasn't quite enough to make him forget that much.
She rubbed against his palm with two fingers, the other two moving to her clit. She smiled. Success... And he doesn't seem to have a clue. If he did, he didn't seem to give it much thought. She moaned, eyes sliding closed as she found a comfortable rhythm, breathing deep and steady as he pressed his finger further inside her, stretching her entrance again. He broke away from her mouth and kissed his way down her neck again, breathing hard, arms trembling. "Come on, baby..." he whispered.
She let herself look down at him as he kissed down her neck. "You come on..." she teased. "You need this as bad as I do, ya know..."
The corner of his mouth quirked up. "So you do need this huh?"
Her eyes narrowed, a wicked smile creeping across her face. Her fingers massaged back and forth over her clit, driving her slowly back toward the place he'd taken her moments before. "Eventually I will," she teased. "Although I bet at this point I could hold off a hell of a lot longer than you could."
His grin got a little wider, quietly sarcastic. "Sure you could," he answered her. "That's why you're playing with yourself right now."
Her eyes widened slightly as she realized he hadn't been as oblivious as she thought, and his hand let go of her. He reached up to grab her wrist, pulling her hand away from her sex. "Nice try."
She groaned. She hadn't been so close that she felt like screaming, but her body ached from the withdrawal a second time. Her eyes narrowed as she glared up at him. "Baka..."
"Mmm and you love it," he whispered back.
He moved up to kiss her again, his shaft brushing her entrance. Her hand drifted to his side and she slipped her fingers into the space between his plastron and carapace, caressing gently. He considered his options, but decided she'd been right. He did need this as badly as she did, and he'd gone through his limited supply of patience already.
He captured her lips with his in a heated kiss, pinning the one wrist to the floor while the other traced sensitive skin, making him shiver. He positioned himself over her, and slowly started to push into her slick, hot sex. He couldn't suppress a groan as she expanded around him. She sighed deeply, her fingers moving slowly up and down his side, pressing lightly to the thin layer of skin. Her legs opened wider for him, her muscles relaxing as he slid easily over her wetness.
He started to pump at her gently, forging a little deeper with each repetition until his entire length was buried inside her. He paused, getting a firmer grip on his control, and began to rock in and out of her, slowly bringing up the speed as he moved. He kissed her deeply, tasting her, the scent of her shampoo and sweat heavy in his nostrils, the feel of her fingers on him and her body around him doing indescribable things to his nerves. His hand left her wrist, and traced lightly up her arm, then down her body, coming to rest on her hip.
She raised her now-freed hand to his shoulder and massaged hard at his firm muscles. The other hand moved slowly back and forth, finding his steady pace and matching it. She curbed her breathing, her kiss, the movement of her hands, all matching his rhythm. She pulled away from his lips to kiss and lick at his chin. "Mmm... yeah baby..."
His grip on her side changed, reaching his hand down beneath her and lifting her up slightly, giving him a better angle of entry. She let him reposition her, and gasped as he pressed into her again, pushing against her inner walls and somehow finding a new place that made the sensations skyrocket. She moaned loudly, throwing her head back, and felt the pace of her climb increase about ten times over. "Mmmm... yes! Right there! God..."
Her grip on his shoulder suddenly became much tighter and the gentle brush of her fingers came to an abrupt halt. He dropped his head until his lips rested on the crook of her neck, his breath flowing over her skin as he panted. She closed her eyes, whimpering, enjoying the feeling of him inside of her and the steady climb of her emotions. He could feel his own orgasm growing, and held it back on sheer willpower. He would not submit. Not until she was screaming his name. But he couldn't stop the building pressure, even if he wanted to.
He pushed into her harder, the pace starting to climb as he slowly lost the battle to hold himself back. He opened his mouth and bit down on her shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin, but it certainly didn't tickle either. She whimpered, her chest heaving, pain mixing with pleasure and sending her emotions skyward. His tongue played over the flesh between his teeth as he held her steady and pounded into her. She could feel him letting go, pent up strength and sexual frustration slamming into her, harder with each stroke. She gasped air, crying out, her nails digging into his shoulder. "Yes! Raphael! Please!"
He heard her call his name, and the part of his mind that was still capable of coherent thought reminded him that this is what he'd been waiting for, what he'd been holding back to hear. His balls tightened, pulling up, and with a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a groan he started to release inside of her. She felt him come deep inside of her and her muscles clamped down around him. Each thrust released more pent up fluid and frustration. He let go of her shoulder with his teeth as she screamed, her back arching up against him as the tidal wave crashed and broke inside of her, consuming her body and her emotions. She pressed her hips up hard against his, her muscles spasming, her scream turning almost to a sob as she allowed the fury of emotions to hold her captive for a few lasting moments.
She clung to him, breathing hard, her body shaking as she slowly came down. Raph slowed and came to a stop on top of her, elbows locked, his cock still twitching occasionally deep inside her. His breath was coming in hard, and fresh sweat had broken out across his face and shoulders. He felt a sting on his arm, reminded of the cut he'd gotten by the sweat burning along its edges. He turned his head to the side, and kissed her almost tenderly on the cheek while he wrestled his breathing back under control. She smiled and nuzzled him gently, her fingers picking up the gentle pace at his side again, easing him down with her as she let her body slip into a comfortable, relaxed state. "Mmm..."
Raphael waited until he was sure his legs wouldn't give out on him, and gently withdrew from her. He moved until he was beside her, and reached out both arms, gathering her to his plastron, one arm around her body, the other stroking her hair. He looked around, finally noticing they were still on the floor in her dining room turned dojo. "You wanna move to something softer?" he whispered.
She sighed. "Mmm hmm..."
He shifted and picked her up, managing to get to his feet with a minimum of awkwardness. She rested her head against his shoulder as he carried her towards the bedroom. He managed to somehow get the covers down, and slid her underneath them on her back, then kissed her forehead. "I'll be right back."
He left the room, and returned a few moments later with his sai. They went in their usual spot on the bedside table, and he slid in beside her, moulding his body around hers, his face in her hair. She reached up and touched the side of his face as his arm slid over her stomach. "We need a shower," she whispered.
"Mmmph..." He pulled her closer, nuzzling her. "'N the mornin. Go sleep."
She sighed deeply and her touch trailed to his neck. She turned into him, pressing her breasts to his plastron, curling into his protective arms, and allowed herself to drift away...
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