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A Wish Not So Come True	By : Drea Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Authors Note: I own nothing of TMNT!! Dang it.

Chapter Seven: Painful Truths

Kris sat on Leonardo’s bed, legs crossed, posture relaxed, contradicting the frosty expression she was fixing on her current company. Leonardo, very aware of the predicament he was in, stared at the floor, his mind working furiously over what he was going to say to her in an attempt to explain why he’d done what he had.
“So,” Kris started, tired of the very long and very uncomfortable silence (at least uncomfortable for one of them), “When you gave me your word that I’d see you again what you really meant was that I’ll see you again if it’s okay with your sensie?”
Leonardo winced at the icy tone of her voice, then sighed. “No. I…I really meant that you would. But…I’m obligated to put the safety and needs of my family above those of my own. That’s the way it is. And even though I may be the leader, Master Splinter is the head, and he gets the final say. As the leader, it is my duty to enforce his wishes…regardless of how I may feel about them.”
“The safety and needs of your family?” Kris scoffed. “That’s hardly an excuse. Last time I checked, neither of us posed a threat to you. If we did you wouldn’t have spent an entire evening in our company. And your brother’s needs right now are not all that different from your own, Leonardo. They wanted companionship – they got it. And the only danger they’re in is losing their hearts to those women. So if you think there’s some underlying threat here…please, enlighten me.”
Irritation flared slightly, making Leonardo stand up a little straighter and fix his gaze on the woman in front of him. “I didn’t say anything about agreeing with his reasoning. I’m sorry if I hurt you in any way…or your friends for that matter. But can you at least try to understand my position?”
“Well, obviously you agreed with it if you did nothing to sway the argument in your favor or your brother’s,” Kris snapped, standing up. “And no, I can’t understand your position because there is no position! You’re an adult Leonardo, perfectly capable of making your own decisions! The same goes for your brothers! Do you honestly think any of them are incapable of knowing the difference between wrong and right? That they need you following the directions of your sensie and guiding them through their lives like their children?! I mean no disrespect to Splinter but honestly Leonardo…you knew you had nothing to fear from us. And you made absolutely no effort, none, to defend us. To defend me.”
“Kris, I-.”
“No! Not another excuse out of you! I don’t want to hear any of this ‘I’m the leader, I have to follow orders’ bullshit! You know, I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt Leo. I was willing to come down here, hear you out and move on. But then you had to treat me like I was nothing more than some stranger!” Tears of anger formed in her eyes, turning them a liquid brown and Leonardo felt his heart twist. “Explain to me exactly at what point the other night did I give you any reason to not trust me?”
He had lost. He knew this wasn’t a fight he would win going in but he’d at least hoped for some kind of understanding. He didn’t fault her though. He’d hurt her and he certainly didn’t deserve her after what he’d done. “You didn’t give me a reason not to trust you,” he said softly. “I…I’m sorry. There’s no excuse for what I did. You’ve been wonderful, trusting…amazing. You didn’t give me one reason not to trust you.”
“So why didn’t you?” she asked, her voice lacking some of its original edge.
He sighed, his shoulders dropping. “I don’t know. Years of conditioning? I have never gone against Master Splinter.” She crossed the room to him and he tensed, half expecting her to hit him. When she didn’t his brow ridges lowered in confusion. “What?”
“I really liked you, Leonardo.”
His heart fell. No, it plummeted – to the very pit of his stomach.
“And you almost blew it.” His look of complete shock almost had her laughing. She gave into a small smile and flicked his nose playfully. “And I’ll forgive you this time. Just don’t let it happen again.”
Leo stared at her for a long, drawn out moment; unsure he’d heard her right. Had she just…forgiven him? His mouth opened but no sound came out. He wasn’t sure how things like this worked.
Kris chuckled softly, reaching up to toy with the end of his bandana. “It’s okay Leo. Really.” She dropped his bandana and held her hand out in a show of truce. “Friends?”
He looked down at her hand numbly, his heart racing. Seeing the blue of his bandana laced between her small hand gave him only one though – the two of them together. He had his second chance. And he wasn’t going to screw it up again. April’s opinion, Splinter’s opinion….they didn’t matter. Rules be damned. He wasn’t going to screw it up again. He grabbed the hand she was holding and pulled her close to him, wrapping one strong arm around her waist before lowering his mouth to hers.
She gasped, her mouth opening as she did so and he took full advantage, sweeping his tongue into the opening and groaning when it met hers. He had no idea what he was doing, and he was relatively sure she knew that. He was going on instinct, and instinct, at that moment, was an awkward bitch.
Kris recovered from her shock and wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers twining in his bandana tails and clutching as she eagerly taught him exactly how she enjoyed to be kissed. She wasn’t all together sure herself but everything started to feel less strained and more fluid. He ran his fingers through her hair, at first reveling in the feeling of the silken strands against his calloused skin, then twisted it in his fist and tilted her head back further, devouring her mouth, grazing her bottom lip with his teeth in his eagerness to taste her.
Her scent drove him on, forcing any rational thought from his mind. It wasn’t until he had her pressed down on his bed, one knee between her legs, a hand riding her hip, that she broke free and placed her hands firmly on his chest.
He stared down at her in bewilderment, his cogent thought process trying to catch up with the hormone driven portion of his mind.
“I think,” she said, after several moment of labored breathing on both their parts, “that we have sufficiently established that you are forgiven.”
Leonardo shook his head, clearing it of lustful thoughts and trying to catch his breath. He couldn’t believe that he had just pinned her to his bed. “I’m sorry, that was out of line.” He pushed himself off of her and helped her up.
Kris brushed off his apology with a laugh. “Not out of line. Just…not yet. All in good time Leo.”
“Okay, you have got to stop confusing me. One minute I think you’re angry at me, then you forgive me, then I get out of control…have to apologize again, and you brush it off, telling me all in good time?” he asked, grinning slightly. This woman was a walking wonder. One he wanted to know anything and everything about, no matter how bewildering.
Standing, Kris ran a hand through her mused hair in an attempt to smooth it. Finished with that, she smiled impishly at him and patted his cheek. “Boy, have you got a lot to learn about women. For future reference, we like to keep men guessing. It’s our way of controlling situations.”
“Noted.” Still reeling slightly from their intimate encounter, Leo reached for her, pulling her into his arms and deeply inhaling her exotic scent. “Thank you.”
Sighing, Kris wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder. She noticed again, more closely this time, just how muscular he really was. Everything was hard, corded…he was a rock. “You’re welcome. Just remember…never again.”
“Never again,” he vowed softly, lightly brushing his lips across her temple.
“We should probably get out there before they start to think I’ve killed you.”
Leo stared at her, slightly taken aback by that statement. “They wouldn’t actually think you would do something like that, would they?”
Kris, already turning to leave the room, looked back at him and a devious little smirk and shrugged her shoulders before continuing on her way out, her low voice carrying back to him. “Good thing we didn’t have to find out.”
Grinning, Leonardo rolled his eyes and followed her out…sure to keep a safe distance, just incase.
They entered the living room area, surprised to see only Raph, Donnie, Catey and Mikey watching television.
“Where’s Christy and Andrea?” Kris asked, taking a seat on the couch next to Raph and smiling when Leo sat beside her, draping his arm over the couch back behind her.
“They just left. Christy took Drea home to get some sleep. She could hardly keep her eyes open,” Raph answered. “Hey Fearless, glad to see you’re still alive.”
“He put up a good enough fight, so I decided to keep him around for a while. He could prove to be quite useful,” Kris quipped, earning herself a mock-glare from Leonardo. She held a straight face for all of two minutes before laughing softly and nudging him. “We worked things out. No death sentences signed today.”
“Good,” Catey said derisively. “I’d hate to be stuck on my hands and knees scrubbin’ Leo’s guts off the floor. I don’t think these guys have diet coke and ya know that’s the best stuff for cleanin’ blood off of concrete.”
Dead silence fell over the group as everyone turned to stare at the little blond southerner in shock. She continued to watch t.v., oblivious to the slightly horrified looks she was receiving from the others until Mikey spoke up with a very quiet, uncertain, “Um…babe, how is it, exactly, that you know that?”
Turning to look at him, she noticed that everyone was focused on her and blushed slightly. “Oh good cow, you guys. I was just kidding! And Drea told me.”
She bit her lip to hold back the laughter fighting its way up as she watched the color drain out of Raph’s face. Maybe that hadn’t been the best thing to say, especially when taking into consideration that they’d only “known” the guys for a matter of days but she simply couldn’t resist teasing the guy. “Raph?”
He looked up at her and she could easily see that what she’d said had sat very badly with him. “Drea went to college for Criminal Justice. That’s how she knows stuff like that. She didn’t go killin’ anybody so calm down.”
“Jesus, Catey!” he yelped. “There was not one fuckin’ thing funny about that!”
Maybe not to him, but Catey was doubled over in Mikey’s lap, laughing uncontrollably, tears forming in her eyes. And she wasn’t the only one who thought Raph’s obvious discomfort was hilarious. Mikey and Kris were also clutching their sides, gasping for breath as they gave into fits of laughter.
“Honestly Raph,” Kitty managed, once she had gotten her giggles under control. “What makes you think our sweet Drea could possibly do something like that?”
He shrugged. “I didn’t actually think…shit, I dunno. Maybe that guy that got her knocked up-.”
The silence that fell over the two women was enough to cut him off. It stopped so suddenly, almost as if Andrea herself had walked into the lair. He was half tempted to look behind him and see if she had.
“What’s going on guys?” Mikey asked.
Krisit and Catey exchanged uncomfortable looks before Kris spoke up. “I don’t know if it’s our place to say anything.”
“Has she?” Catey asked Raph.
He shook his head. “Just said she tried to fix it but couldn’t. Somethin’ like that.”
“She did,” Catey said, sadly remembering the phone calls she would get from Andrea late at night. She would be in tears, or she would be furious…either way she was miserable and her three friends had been helpless to do anything but watch their friend nearly destroy herself in desperate attempts to save her marriage. “I strongly suggest you get the more in-depth story from her…but we can give you the jist.”
Raph leaned forward, curiosity piqued but at the same time he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear whatever it was that had changed their attitudes so dramatically. Going from laughing to looking like someone had just told you your pet died…that probably wasn’t the kind of story a person got all worked up about. “Am I gonna regret it if you do?”
Catey chewed on that for a minute, thinking it over. There was no harm in him knowing. It wasn’t like it was still an issue. The whole matter was still relatively raw to Drea but she could talk about it now much easier than she’d been able to in the past. “No, it’s not that horrible. It was just…”
Kris interjected. “It was hard for all of us to watch while being so far away. There wasn’t much we could do to help her but be there for her when she called and support her in her decisions.”
“Drea was married,” Catey said, cutting to the chase. “Something…something really bad happened. There was a death in the family-.”
“Her’s?” Mikey asked, starting to understand the seriousness of the situation.
“No, not her’s. Her husband’s. It was very unexpected and…and very painful for all of them. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Drea stronger than she was during that time. She’s usually a very emotional person.”
Kris laughed softly. “She’s an open book. You can always tell what that one’s feeling.”
Catey nodded in agreement. “But when it came to this particular situation…she held a lot of her mourning in. She would cry…but only when she was alone. She took over everything – every decision, every bill, every detail of their lives together, taking as much work away from her husband as she could so that he wouldn’t have to be faced with too much after something so horrible.”
“She told me once that she moved a television to their bedroom so that he could fall asleep to it at night.” Kris added, remembering the phone call late at night when her friend was having a particularly rough evening. “Have something to take his mind off of his suffering so he could actually sleep. Didn’t help much. She eventually got him to take some mild sleeping pills.”
Catey nodded. She remembered that. She remembered much more than her island friend though, being that her and Drea had always been on the same time zone, it had been easier for Drea to call Catey when things got to be too much for her to handle. “When they had Sammy…Drea rose to the occasion. She took over being a mom like she was made for it. Her husband…didn’t. He stopped working, he wouldn’t get a job and she kept working herself to the bone – school, 50 hours a week at her job, raising her daughter. She was exhausted. She put up with it for nearly two years. They’d fight all the time, he’d turn everything around on her. He let his family treat her like hell. It was a mess.
“She left him at one point. They got into a huge argument and he told her to get a lawyer. Said she wasn’t worth fighting for anymore. They talked things through and she came back after a week. And for a while there things were okay again. He started working, she felt the pressure ease up a little bit.”
“But he was still depressed.” Kris said, taking over when she sensed the story taking an emotional toll on Catey. “And there was only so much she could do to stop it from falling right back into a vicious circle. It eventually did…and she’d warned him several times that she wouldn’t put up with it.”
“Said she was done letting him destroy her,” Catey interjected softly. “I remember her saying that so many times. He was destroying her. It may have been something she just said…but we could all see that it was exactly what was happening.”
“So…she decided after two and a half years of fighting to save a man who didn’t want her to fight for him…that she’d let him fight his own war,” Kris finished.
“Woah,” Mikey breathed. He looked over at Raph who was obviously deep in thought. His brother was a handful. He had his moments where he was probably one of the most difficult persons do deal with, at least in Mikey’s opinion. But this guy…he made Raph look like a saint.
“Why’d she hang on for so long?” Raph asked softly.
Catey smiled at him. “You’ll understand this one a lot more than some of us do.” She stood, leaving the sanctity of her boyfriends lap to sit next to Raph on the couch. Taking one of his hands in hers, feeling the strength that could never do harm to her friend, she brushed a tear away from her cheek and looked up into Raph’s solemn amber eyes. “She’s a fighter Raph. If she believes in something, if she has faith in it, she won’t turn her back on it. She’ll fight until it almost kills her.”
“But she left the guy.”
“Because she had a daughter to think about. She was afraid of what his family would do, if they would try to gain full custody and make her out to be a bad parent. She was terrified of losing Sammy. And she really shouldn’t have been. She was married…but living the life of a single parent. And you can only cover for a father whose there but not there for so long. The nights of feeding Sammy, bathing her, putting her to bed all on her own and having no one to help her even when he was sitting right there…they added up. She…she put up with a lot more than any of us really thought she should have.”
Kris nodded in agreement. “I’m really surprised he didn’t get his ass handed to him on several occasions with some of the crap he put her through.”
“Kinda feel like huntin’ the guy down and poundin’ on him a bit,” Raph mused. His hands clenched into fists, then relaxed as he released a long sigh. “There’s more to it than this?”
Both women nodded. “She’s the only one who’s going to be able to tell you just how bad it got.”
Raph couldn’t remember a time he’d felt such a horrible, sickening rage trying to eat at him. He had anger issues, sure. Most of them were directed at the scum that roamed the streets of New York. He didn’t know any of the people he was angry for or fighting for though. Not like he knew Andrea. He remembered how she’d looked that morning, sitting at the table and staring lovingly at her daughter as they chattered back and forth, using words only a mother and daughter would understand. She had looked so strong, so confident, so sure of who she was. Thinking of her scared and alone, struggling to save something she couldn’t, curled up and sobbing with no one there to comfort her made him feel sick.
He stood abruptly and started to make his way out of the living room.
“Need a sparring partner?” Donnie asked.
Not pausing, Raph nodded once. A sparring partner wasn’t exactly what he needed. He needed to exact some justice on the person who could bring himself to destroy someone like Andrea. But he’d take the alternative in hopes to calm the overwhelming anger.

Two hours later…

Mikey was quickly realizing just how fun it was to have a girlfriend. Sitting in the dim glow of the TV with his little southern doll curled up against his side, her arm draped around his neck, her fingers lightly playing over his shoulder, and her lips slowly driving him crazy, was one of the best ways he could hope to spend a late afternoon.
Kitty corner from them on the couch, Leo and Kris were actually paying attention to the movie, Kris leaning against Leo and Leo’s arm just above her shoulder on the couch back. They either didn’t mind the fact that there was a young couple making out on the couch next to them, or they hadn’t really noticed. Either way was fine with Mikey as long as Catey never stopped kissing him.
He rubbed her arm lightly, nipping at her bottom lip and grinning when he felt a shiver ripple through her body. “Kissing you is my new favorite thing babe,” he murmured, nuzzling her nose.
“No way!” she cried softly in mock surprise. “Kissing you is my new favorite thing!”
Mikey chuckled, tightening his arm around her. “Shut it and keep doing it then, cutie.”
A quick smirk flitted across her face and she moved to do just that when his phone ring. Emitting a sound of disgust, Mikey pulled it from his belt and flipped it open. “Better be good,” he muttered. “I was gettin’ my mack on and you just interrupted it.”
Christy’s laugh spilled through the receiver. “Ooh, poor Mikey. I’m so sorry I interrupted your make out session. Find Donnie and I’ll let you get back to it.”
“You got it.” Mikey untangled himself from Catey, dropping a quick kiss on her nose and laughing softly at her over-exaggerated pout. “Be right back, babe. Christy wants to talk to Donnie.”
Mikey jogged across the lair, slowing his steps as he approached the dojo. Donnie and Raph had been at it for quite a while. He was a little shocked that Donnie had been able to hold up so long. Raph’s anger wasn’t an easy thing to face off with in the slightest and they’d been in there for several hours.
As he neared the door, slid halfway shut, he cocked his head to the side in confusion. No grunts or curses. That was very unlike Raph. He stepped into the doorway and came to a stop. Donnie and Raph sat across the room, both leaning against the wall and talking quietly. It was a rare sight. Actually, Mikey couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen his hot-head brother and his brainy brother in such deep conversation. That was usually the kind of thing Raph did with Leo. Or him.
“Hey guys, hope I’m not interrupting,” he called out, holding up the phone. “It’s Christy.”
Donnie nodded, turned to Raph and said a few more words before clapping a hand on his shoulder in a show of support and standing up. He crossed to Mikey, took the phone and held his hand over the mouth piece for a moment. “Why don’t you go talk to him Mikey? He’s come down a lot but I’m sure he still needs to unload a bit.”
“You guys have been in here forever and he didn’t get it all out?” Mikey asked incredulously. “What the hell did you talk about?”
Donnie gave him a deviant grin, one Mikey had never seen him use before. “You really don’t want to know the answer to that one,” he said before lifting the phone to his ear. “Hey Trouble.”
Mikey watched Donnie leave, shaking his head. He then turned to Raph and slowly crossed the floor to him. “Hey bro, you feelin’ alright?” he asked, taking up the spot Donnie had vacated.
Raph thought about that for a minute, then shrugged. “Lil’ more in control.”
“Well that’s good. Wasn’t really lookin’ to get busted up today.” He stared across the empty dojo floor. “You know…she doesn’t look like she’s sufferin’ at all Raph.”
The red-masked turtle turned his head to look at Mikey, arching a brow ridge in question.
“She might have been through hell…but it looks like she came out of it alright. I don’t know about you but I don’t see a woman who’s in pain when I look at Drea. Kinda the opposite.”
It took a while, but Raph eventually nodded in agreement. “Yeah. She might be fine now but….knowin’ what she went through, Mikey. I mean…who would do somethin’ like that to someone like her? We talked a lot last night and I got to know her pretty good. I don’t see how someone could knowingly put her through what that guy did.”
Mikey shrugged. “You remember when you got all pissed at Leo and left…got your ass kicked by the foot and ended up in that little comma?” he asked carefully.
Raph winced and it was answer enough for Mikey.
“You were hurting. Splinter was missing, none of us had any control over the situation. You and Leo were at each other’s throats. I’m not saying that what the guy did was okay. But they said he was depressed. If it was as bad as they’re making it sound…you know people who are depressed don’t really think beyond themselves.”
Raph gave his younger brother a tired grin. “I love it when you go all Dr. Phil.”
Mikey chuckled, elbowing him lightly. “You get what I’m saying though. Maybe he never wanted to hurt her. Maybe he was just so gone to his depression that he didn’t care who he hurt. You’re never going to know the answer to any of this without talking to her.”
“I know Mikey. Just…not sure I want to know the rest.”
“You do,” Mikey said matter-of-factly. “You’ve got it bad for her, Raph.”
“That obvious, huh?”
“Oh yeah. You wanna hear somethin’ kinda cool?”
“Sure.”
Mikey turned a look of severity on his brother. “Breath a word of this to her and I’ll hunt you down and pound on you.”
“Holy shit, you can’t keep a secret to save your life, can ya?” Raph scoffed.
“Eh, you know me. Anyway…so you know when Kris made Drea go stand in the bathroom.” Raph nodded. “And you know how I used to be afraid of the dark?” Raph laughed and nodded again. “Well, I felt for the girl so I went in there to be with her and she told me something kind of interesting.”
A look of pure curiosity replaced any lingering anger in the depths of Raph’s amber eyes. “What’s that?”
“I was askin’ her what she thought of you and, oooh, lemme see if I can quote her exactly.” He added a little feminine flare to his voice as he quoted the blond haired woman. “He’s cute, brooding, kind of arrogant and…insert dreamy sigh here…his eyes are so dark and so intense. You could get lost in eyes like that. Or at least I could. I try not to stare but it’s just so tempting. Somethin’ like that,” he finished in his normal tone.
Raph tried unsuccessfully to hide his grin of happiness. “She really said all that?”
“Every word. So…what are you gonna do about the whole…mess?”
Raph cursed softly, but he was still grinning like crazy. “Guess I’ll ask her about it. Ya know…after I screw her brains out.”
“Aw come on, Raph! Too much info, bro!!”
Laughing, Raph stood up and held out a hand to help Mikey up. “Hey, you asked.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Donnie landed gracefully on the balcony that lead into Christy’s hotel suite. The lights were on inside and music was spilling softly from the stereo speakers wired into the ceiling. It was muted against the panes of glass separating him from the warmth. Without knocking, he pushed the sliding door open and stepped into the living room, quickly closing the door behind him to keep out the cold.
“Well, hey there Romeo,” Christy’s sultry voice greeted him. She was coming out of her room dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans and a thin violet sweater that made the sparkling green flecks of her eyes impossible to ignore. Her hair was still slightly damp from her shower and the scent of her shampoo along with the scent of her sudden arousal was an overwhelming amount to take in.
“You smell way too good right now,” he said with a grin, crossing the floor and sweeping her up in a hug. “Way, way too good. How am I supposed to even attempt to control myself with you smelling all…edible.” To prove his point, he nipped his way up her neck to her jawbone, drawing a delighted sigh from his woman.
“Maybe I don’t want you to,” she purred, dragging her nails over his shoulder and letting her head drop back.
“Maybe I won’t then.” He roughly pushed her back until she met the resistance of the wall. Grinning, he pinned her against it and lowered his mouth to hers, his lips and tongue ardently moving against hers. Christy moaned, kissing him back eagerly, twining her fingers in the tails of his bandana and wrapping one leg around his. He started to yank at her shirt, mindless of any damage he was doing to the fabric.
They lost their balance in their eagerness and Christy stumbled to the side, losing one shoe and bumping into a decorative table. Wasting no time, Donnie lifted her, moving between her spread legs and pulling her as close as possible, feeling her heat rub against him in a most intimate way.
“Holy crap, avert your eyes sweetie!” Andrea yelped, having unintentionally chosen that time to walk in on the two. She’d been entirely oblivious to the fact that Donnie was coming to get Christy and hadn’t figured on catching them in the process of some fast-acting foreplay. “Christy, have you no control?!” she yelped, trying not to laugh.
Flushed, Christy let Donnie set her back on the floor but made no attempt to fix her appearance, choosing instead to give her friend a smug look and say, “Not when it comes to him.”
“Well, for the sake of sparing me a conversation on sex that I don’t want to be having with Sammy until she’s at least 22, could you please put a tie on the door next time or something?”
Christy laughed. “Okay fine!”
The two women looked at Donnie who was still trying to get over the embarrassment of being caught and both broke into peals of laughter. “Oh, poor Donnie!” Andrea gasped.
Sammy looked at both women, shook her head, then told Donnie very matter-of-factly, “Cwazy wadies.”
That shut the two women up, but sent Donnie into an uncontrollable fit of laughter that nearly had him in tears. “Oh, from the mouths of babes,” he finally muttered, going to Andrea and taking Sammy with an apologetic smile. “Hope you don’t mind.”
“Nope. Not at all. Have at her. You’re going to want to get to know her pretty well since you and Christy will be the ones telling her aaaall about the birds and the bees.”
“For your sake, I hope you’re kidding. I would make it more like a lecture than anything else.”
“Hm, okay. Scratch that. Christy will be telling her, you’ll be correcting anything you deem incorrect. How does that sound?”
Donnie nodded once. “Much better. You don’t want her to know every graphic detail anyway.”
Andrea couldn’t help the tiny snort of laughter that came at that statement. “Have you met Christy? They don’t get much more graphic than her.”
“Hey now, let’s not go playing the ‘Who’s more graphic than who’ game, because you lady are the one who corrupted me into being as graphic as I am today,” Christy said with a lopsided grin, standing beside Donnie and reaching over his shoulder to tickle Sammy’s cheek. “Isn’t it almost your bedtime little girl?”
“Oh, that’s right. That’s why I’m over here. What did you do with the baby shampoo?”
“Hm, must be in the bag with the stuff I bought on my bed. If it’s not there then I have no idea.”
“Okay. Well I’m going to give the little munchkin a bath and get her to bed. Say ni-night baby,” she instructed Sammy gently. The little girl said ni-ni to Donnie, bussing his cheek with a sloppy little kiss before turning to Christy and giving her the same treatment. With her task taken care of, she held her arms out to her mom and Andrea chuckled softly, taking her from Donnie. “Tell Raph I say hi and goodnight, sorry I couldn’t make it back but the mom-job comes first.”
“Ooh, I think I’ll be telling him much more than that,” Christy said softly, watching her friend disappear into her room. “Time for Christy to get her friend laid.”

*~*~*~*~*
Donnie and Christy made it back to the lair not even 10 minutes after leaving her hotel suite. It was a quick drive, due to Christy murmuring in his ear every little thing she’d like to do to him once they got back to his room. They nearly ran into the lair in their haste, but managed to control themselves and at least look like a relaxed couple when they walked in. Mikey and Raph were just walking out of the dojo when they came in.
“Where’s Drea?” Raph asked.
Christy walked past him, lowering her voice and giving him a wicked smile. “She had to put Sammy down to bed for the night. The bellhop offered to help though. Very studly.”
Raph gaped at her, his amber narrowing dangerously. “What?”
She grinned deviously, calling out as she continued walking, “You heard me, Raph. Maybe if you get there in time you can stop him from putting any moves on her.”
He couldn’t stop staring at her, the image of some scrawny bellhop hitting on his woman swimming in his head. That wasn’t even fair! She was doing that just to get to him and it was working pretty damn well! So why are ya standin’ here still, his mind screamed. Get your ass over to her place and take what you know is waitin’ for ya!
He glanced up to see Christy grinning expectantly, then returned the look with a smirk of his own before turning on his heel and leaving the lair.
“About damn time,” Christy muttered.
“I heard all of that,” Donnie said as she approached him, still grinning.
“Oh, come on Donnie.” She slid a hand up his arm, brushing her fingertips against his neck and laughing low and seductively when his body shivered in response to the light caress. “He needed a little shove in the right direction.”
He hauled her against him, bending his head to bite her neck. “Maybe you’re right. But it’s not nice to tease a guy about something like that. Especially Raph. Might just have to punish you on his behalf.”
Christy’s level of excitement doubled and that familiar ache that had plagued her before when her and Donnie were making out in the sewer tunnel returned with full force. “Lead the way,” she said in a smoky, sultry murmur. He didn’t need to be told twice.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Raph landed silently on the balcony outside of Andrea’s room. Snow was coming down in thick flakes around him, the city screaming is usual traffic chorus. He looked over it for a moment, trying to calm his racing heart. There was really no point though. Not when considering what was more-than-likely going to happen. Another image of what Christy had implied rose viciously to the surface of his memory and he groaned. How the hell could he possibly remain calm and controlled after hearing something like that?
Well, he had time to work on that whole control thing. She’d probably want to talk for a bit first. God love her, she was a talker. He didn’t mind at all though. He could sit and listen to her voice for hours. Grinning, her pulled on the handle of her balcony door and stepped out of the cold and into the warmth. He came to a dead stop when he saw what was waiting for him, his heart slamming almost painfully against his ribs.
Andrea was standing in front of a full-length mirror, oblivious to his presence, her gaze fixed on the red and black satin pumps she was modeling. His gaze moved from the shoes, up her long, bare legs to the black and green boy-shorts and matching tank top that did nothing to hide her athletic physique. She curled her hair into a French twist and held it in place with both hands, exposing the intricate tattoo of forget-me-not’s twined around her wrist and the one between her shoulder blades– a Cancer zodiac sign on a bed of bright red roses. A red ribbon bound it to the second part of the tattoo – a Libra zodiac sign interlaced with marigolds. He could just make out the letter “S” on the thin band of red, knowing immediately that it was her daughter’s name. With her arms stretching up over her head and her breast straining against the tight fabric of her top, she turned to the right, caught sight of him in the mirror and froze.
Minutes dragged on in silence, the tension mounting until it was almost a visible barrier between them.
Slowly, Andrea turned to face him, dropping her arms to her sides. “Done waiting?” she asked softly, her lips turning up in the tiniest of smirks.
“Damn right.”
They met in the middle right in front of the bed, Andrea leaping into the air, Raph catching her and groaning into the sweet confines of her waiting mouth as her long legs wrapped around him. Keeping one arm wrapped tightly around her, he buried the hand of the other in her long hair. The scent of her arousal clawed at every straining nerve in his body, driving him mad with need. He could feel the very heat of it calling out to him. With an animalistic growl, he threw her down on the bed and kneeled over her.
Andrea stared up at him through heavy lidded eyes, her breast heaving with each unsteady breath she drew. The shirt would have to go. Now.
Slipping his hands under the hem, he slid it up, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses in its wake. Every time he felt her stomach muscles quiver under his attentions, he couldn’t help but give into the temptation to bite at the sensitive skin, causing her to gasp and writhe beneath him. He felt no resignation in exposing her this time, ripping her shirt off and throwing it aside. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Once he had her completely undressed, he stared down at her, drinking in the sight of her full breasts, tapered waist, the faint lines around her flat stomach that were testament to the labor she had gone through.
“Battle wounds,” she murmured softly while tracing one thin silvery line with her index finger. There was an odd mixture of pride and insecurity in her voice. The pride he understood. He had his own wounds that he would never hide because they were testament to his strength and the victories over enemies he’d shared with his brothers. The insecurity stalled his movements though.
He trailed his hand over her stomach, reverently stroking the scars. “Did a number on ya, huh?”
Andrea laughed. “Oooh yeah.”
He shifted his weight, laying on his side next to her and lowered his head to her stomach, trailing his lips over the marred, silken skin. “I’ve seen my fair share of scars. Never seen ones so…beautiful though. You gotta think that any woman havin’ scars like these should be nothin’ but proud of em. No guy I know can say that his scars brought a life into the world. I thought you were damn gorgeous before. But seein’ these just makes you even more beautiful than I first thought ya were.” One strong hand lightly gripped her hip and he pressed his lips low on her stomach. “Makes me want you even more.”
His words were like a narcotic, filling her mind and lifting her heart. They washed away any doubt she had over how he might feel for her, leaving in its place only one emotion. Raw, aching desire.
“Jesus Christ,” Raph groaned, bruising the skin over her hipbone as he gripped it hard.
Andrea’s head jerked up and she looked at him wide-eyed. “What?” She saw the tension in his shoulders, heard his harsh breathing. “Raph, what’s wrong?”
“Nothin’s wrong babe. You just…you smell so fuckin’ amazing.” He looked up at her, his eyes dark and turbulent. The intensity she saw in their depths took her breath away and made her body tremble with the force of her desire. “You’re scent is drivin’ me crazy.”
“Ooh,” she breathed, realization sinking in. A seductive smile turned the corners of her lips up and she slid her hand over her stomach, down between her legs, letting them part and brushing her fingers lightly over the damp skin of her femininity. “You mean this?” she asked with feigned innocence, lifting her hand in front of him.
“God, you’re a fuckin’ tease,” he groaned.
“No, this would be me being a tease.” She lifted her hands to her mouth and slowly ran her tongue over the length of it, watching his eyes blaze as she tasted herself. She licked every drop off, then touched herself again, moaning.
“Open your mouth, Raph,” she demanded softly.
He did and she slipped her fingers into it. His lips closed around it and his tongue stroked, his teeth grazed. Her breathing became labored as she watched him, the ache in her womb becoming almost painful.
His eyes opened and she knew right away that his control had snapped. The wild look he gave her made her heart race. There was nothing tame about him right now. With a growl, he slipped his arm around her waist and hauled her over so that her legs were now on either side of him. “You have no idea what this does for me, do you?” he asked, lowering his head dangerously close to her aching flesh.
“Show me,” she begged in a throaty plea, her hand wrapping around his head.
His intentions were to tease her, to slowly drink from her as she came apart. But the second his tongue tasted her sweetness, his intentions were gone. He couldn’t stop the primal growl that escaped him as he pressed his mouth against her slick heat, his tongue delving deep inside her. Every sob, every low moan she emitted drove him on. He bit her hard and her legs clamped around his head as her back arched off the bed.
There was only one thing more erotic than tasting her, and it was watching the beautiful blonds reaction to what he was doing. His eye feasted on her as his mouth did, watching her breasts heave with every breath she dragged in, watching her stomach muscles tighten and quiver.
Acting on instinct and the ideas of a very sexually active mind he had no idea he’d possessed until now, he grabbed the hand holding his head and lowered it between them, forcing her to touch herself as he devoured her. Her nimble fingers worked expertly and the sight of her pleasuring herself proved to be almost too much.
He jerked her hips closer, ravaging her. The moaning stopped, replaced by frantic little gasps. The hand she had been touching herself with reached for and gripped his. She slapped the other over her mouth, screaming against it as her orgasm ripped through her.
Like some sexual deviant possessed, he ripped off his clothing, moved over her, tore her hand away and slanted his mouth over hers, capturing her low cry of pleasure as he drove into her, his groan of sheer ecstasy mingling with hers. He slid an arm around her waist and went to his knees, taking her with him. She arched her back over his arm and he lowered his head to her breast, taking one taught nipple in his mouth and rolling it between his tongue and teeth. His hand cupped the other, giving it the same treatment with his fingers.
She suddenly straightened her back and slowed her movement, giving him a mischievous smile. And as much as he didn’t want to stop, he couldn’t resist that look.
“Whacha thinking, babe,” he asked as he slipped a hand around the nape of her neck, twisted her hair around his fist and pulled her forward so that he could nuzzle her neck.
“I’m thinking,” she said, the sentence dying off momentarily when he pushed himself further into her and she moaned. “I’m thinking,” she tried again, breathlessly this time, “That you…are huge.”
“Mmm,” he bit her neck, marking the skin. “Want me to stop,” he asked, grinding himself against her, the edge of his shell rubbing that sweet spot he’d recently discovered.
“No!” Andrea gasped, dropping her head to his shoulder and panting. “Don’t stop. Please…don’t stop.”
He needed no further encouragement than that. With a growl, he threw her back down on the bed, looming over her, asserting his dominance over the woman that would soon be his in every sense of the word.
Andrea groaned low in her throat, her eyes rolling back as he thrust into her slowly. She felt the pleasure mount, rolling like a huge wave from her toes up until it crested and crashed down ruthlessly in her mind, setting her free. The transition from slow, teasing love making to something more reckless, more primal, was almost effortless. She sunk her teeth into the tender flesh below his jawbone, one hand cupping the side of his face while the other clawed at his shell, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. He went wild, yanking away the hand clawing at him and pinning it to the mattress above her head, reaching under her and cupping her backside in a punishing grip as he drove into her harder and faster.
“You’re not in control here, babe,” he whispered harshly near her ear before nipping at the delicate lobe.
Her eyes flew open, revealing turbulent gray pools that focused directly on him. “Neither are you.” With strength she never knew she possessed, she flipped him over until he was on the bottom, reclining against the headboard, and she was straddling his waist.
His hand curled around her neck and he jerked her forward, capturing her lips in a heated, possessive kiss as she rode him. His deep, rumbling groan sent a thrill through her, driving her on. There was no set pace and nothing controlled about what they were doing. He’d tempted her to take control by telling her she had none but the truth of the matter was that neither of them did. They were slaves to a force of passion that was far stronger than either had first realized. They didn’t act on it, they reacted to it.
Raph tore his mouth from hers, his head dropping back. “Fuck…too slow,” he said, breathing heavily, his breath hitching when she slid back down, taking all of him into her tight, wet sex. “You’re gonna drive me fuckin’ crazy.”
She gave him a lazy, seductive grin. “That’s what I was going for.”
“Well this is what I’m goin’ for,” he said, suddenly sitting up and forcing to her back on the bed. He wasn’t slow this time. He drove into her hard and she came apart before she even knew her orgasm was upon her. A throaty moan was torn from her as her back arched high off the bed and her hands clawed at the bedspread.
There was no coming down from this high though. He was going to make sure of that. He drove into her relentlessly, over and over, building her up to new heights of unbridled ecstasy.
“Raph! Holy shit…Raph, please!?”
His hot breath fanned her neck, sending shivers through her and tearing at her frazzled nerves.
“Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me what ya want, Andrea.”
“You!” she gasped, clutching at him. “Only you!”
He felt the second her release claimed her once more. Her inner muscles tightened around him hard, forcing him to join her and he kissed her deeply, their cries of surrender muffled against each other’s lips. He hardly managed to move away from her when his arms gave out and he collapsed next to her on the bed, his head falling to her chest. Breathing heavily, he closed his eyes and listened to the frantic racing of her heart, listened to it trip, slow, and steadily return to normal as her erratic breathing tapered off to a small, sated sigh.
The feeling of total euphoria and the sound of her heart beating pulled at him, tempting him to give in to the exhaustion that had plagued him over countless years of bad sleep and within minutes, he was as gone to the world as he could possibly be.
“Raph?” Andrea said softly after several moments of silence. Her only response was the sound of his light snoring. Typical male, falling asleep right after sex. Laughing softly, she moved so that she was lying on her side next to him and watched her strong lover sleep. The hard edge to his features was gone. There was almost an angelic quality to him now. She could easily picture how he had looked as a child.
Lifting a hand, she traced her fingertips over his brow ridge, over his jaw then brushed them carefully over his wide mouth, being careful not to wake him. He mumbled something in his sleep, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a sleepy smirk and she pressed her questing hand to her lips, trying not to laugh.
“Mm, how I love you,” she whispered, confident to say the words out loud when he wasn’t awake to hear them.
She moved very slowly and carefully, slipping out from beneath him and out of the bed. She padded across the floor to the bathroom, flipped on the light and gasped when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
“Well, luckily everything is easy enough to cover up with clothing,” she muttered, tracing the faint bruises on her hipbone. There were little bite marks here and there – one opposite the bruises she was tracing, one below her left breast and one above the right, a dark, almost angry looking one on her shoulder. She knew for certain that once Raph saw the extent of what he’d done, he wasn’t going to be too happy with himself. But she’d just have to reassure him, in any and every way possible, that every mark had been eagerly accepted. She grinned at the thought, thinking of ways she could ‘convince’ him. Her reflection smiled back. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d see herself look so content. She’d never stopped smiling, even when times got hard, but there had always been a strain to the expression, one even she could see. Now, her smile looked fulfilled and natural, her skin glowed, her hair…well, her hair was a mess, plain and simple.
Laughing at her train of thought, she grabbed her brush from the counter top and pulled it through the snags, stopping only when the mass of thick, layered blond looked normal once more.
She stared at her reflection a moment longer, then gave it a wink and headed back to the only place she wanted to be at that moment. The blankets had been kicked every which-way from their rambunctious activities, so it was easy enough to crawl into bed and pull the blankets up over them. Once lying down, Raph unconsciously pulled her close, his strong arm stealing around her waist. Andrea couldn’t help the girlish giggle that escaped her. Her dream come true was a snuggler. Who’d have guessed? With a content sigh, she snuggled right back and drifted off into a pleasant, dream free sleep.
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