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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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Chapter Eight: Amusement
It was hard for Carrie to keep from squirming around with Raphael sitting right across from her at the dining table. Her body was still burning with the heat from their intense sexual encounter, and having one of Raphael’s toes working over the crotch of his jeans wasn’t helping. The moans that wanted to escape from her throat were subdued only by the presence of Leonardo, seated to her left, and Carrie would continually glance at him to make sure he didn’t see the agonizing twists of pleasure that her face made. Raphael on the other hand, wasn’t concerned if his brother found out. He was enjoying making Carrie suffer, and was hoping that he would arouse her enough to get another round, even if it meant throwing their dinner to the ground, jumping on the table, and allowing Leonardo to be their audience. Raphael then chuckled to himself as he played his fantasy out in his head, the horrified expression that his brother would make, and he applied more pressure with his wide toes.
Carrie yelped, dropping her fork to the plate, and quickly recovered it as Leonardo shot her an troubled look..
“Everything...okay, Carrie?”
Raphael arched his eyebrows as Carrie glared at him, playing dumb to her sudden fit. “Yeah, somethin’ wrong over there?”
“No.” Carrie set her fork down and picked up her glass of water as she faked a smile. “I’m fine.”
As the cold liquid hit her lips, Raphael again attacked her. Carrie jerked, spilling just a small amount on her gray T-shirt before pulling it away. The water struck right above her left breast and soaked all the way down her jeans, and Carrie blushed as Leonardo again wrinkled his forehead, his face going between laughing and embarrassment as he eyed the spot where the water had hit.
“Spring a leak?” Raphael asked with a huge grin before stuffing a fork full of spaghetti into his mouth. Carrie responded by blowing at her bangs and using the cloth napkin on her lap to mop up the water. She glanced down at Raphael’s toes, which waved back at her, then back up to the owner, narrowing her eyes as the turtle winked at her. Carrie looked over at Leonardo, who was engrossed in his pasta and the newspaper in his right hand, then back to the cocky expression on Raphael’s face, and her fingers slid back around her fork. In one quick strike, Carrie stabbed Raphael in the space between his toes, giving the utensil a small turn to insure it had penetrated the skin.
“Ah, fuck!” Raphael yelled as he pulled his foot back, only adding more pain as his knee bent and collide with the underside of the table, making the contents above shake wildly. Leonardo slammed down the newspaper to catch his glass of milk before it spilled onto his plate, and he sighed heavily as he shook his head at his brother.
“ Raph, what-”
Raphael growled through his teeth at Carrie, hating the smile of satisfaction that sat on her face. “I....bit my tongue.”
Leonardo wrinkled his forehead, his eyes darting from Carrie to Raphael. He had noticed their behavior drastically change over the course of the day, then friction between them becoming erratic, almost carnal in a way. He didn’t want to think that Raphael had stuck to his word about ‘bagging’ Carrie. He tried to think of other things that could have happened, but his thoughts always led back to his brother and his sexual appetite, and Leonardo shuddered, not wanting to imagine Carrie being violated by Raphael in that way.
“You guys still want to rent a movie?” Carrie’s voice broke through Leonardo’s thoughts.
“We’ve seen everythin’.” Raphael pressed his thumb against the skin of his foot to stop the bleeding, still keeping it hidden under the table. “Mikey used ta rent movies like the world was gonna end!”
“I’m in the mood for something... gory!” Carrie stood up, still dabbing at the water on her shirt as she returned her plate to the kitchen. “Blood. Guts! Body parts flying everywhere!”
Leonardo lowered his fork down from his mouth and pushed his plate away, gagging on the bile that burned his esophagus.
“Ya should pick up some porn for Leo while yer at it.” Raphael joked, laughing as he flashed an huge smile to a very noticeable irritated Leonardo.
Carrie returned to the table, amused by Leonardo’s stone face that clashed with Raphael’s goofy grin. She sat back down in her seat and propped her chin into her left palm.
“Do you have any preferences? I wouldn’t want to pick up something that didn’t appeal to you.”
Leonardo moved his eyes to Carrie, his face still showing disapproval of the topic, and went back to the paper, trying to hold back the abashed smile that tried to break free.
“I wanna go.” Raphael then flicked Leonardo in the shoulder. “Let’s go with her.”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea, Raph.” Leonardo said, shoving his nose back into the paper. “ Someone might see us.”
Raphael pushed the top of the paper down and pointed to the window. “It’s freakin’ dark out there, Leo! And plus, the windows are tinted! No one is gonna see us!”
“It’ll be okay, Leo,” Carrie nodded. “And you can try your phone again.”
Leonardo placed the paper down gently and leaned back, his fingers intertwining on the table. “Alright. I guess it would be good for us to get out.”
“Cool!” Carrie jumped up and headed for the stairs. “Just let me change my shirt and we’ll get going.”
Raphael’s eyes lit up, and after watching Carrie’s tight rear go up the steps, he too hopped from his seat.
“Where are you going?” Leonardo asked as he gathering up the dishes. “You could at least help me clean this up.”
“I, uh-,” Raphael looked around, trying to think of an excuse, then remember the sting from in-between his toes. “I need a band-aid!” And before Leonardo could say anything more, Raphael had flow up the stairs, leaving his brother to scratch his head in confusion.
“A band-aid? How hard did he bite his tongue?”
“That was really nice of ya!” Raphael bent over, his foot propped up on the end of Carrie’s bed, and applied a small amount of anti-bacterial cream to his wound, then added the bandage to it.
“Serves you right!” Carrie argued from the inside of her closet. “You’re lucky I didn’t break it off!”
Raphael chuckled, his hormones raging as Carrie leaned back from the closet without her shirt on, and his eyes moved along the silky curves of her black bra to her navel that sat right above her low-cut jeans. Carrie paid no attention, instead concentrating on her decision to wear another T-shirt in the cold weather.
“I’ll have my coat, so I think this should be enough-,” She suddenly stopped thinking aloud as she felt Raphael’s hands gliding down her flat stomach. “Raph, come on. Not right now.”
“Why not?” He flickered his tongue against her shoulder, pausing to nibble as he worked his way up her neck. “Just cause Leo’s down there? That ain’t no reason.”
“Raph! Really! Stop!” Carrie pulled away, pushing Raphael’s chest plates with her palm. “I let you get away with it once! It doesn’t mean it will be an ongoing thing!”
Raphael gave Carrie a blank stare, then began to laugh so hard he had to hold his stomach. “Don’t tell me that shit! I saw the way you were squirmin’ around down there!” The laughter suddenly stopped and Carrie felt her arm being jerked. She fell against Raphael and slowly looked up, the look of lust that she had seen hours ago staring back at her.
“I think I’m gonna have ta teach ya a lesson for stabbin’ me.” Raphael grabbed Carrie’s wrists tightly and shoved her up the wall, holding her in place with his body. His mouth dove for her throat again, and Carrie felt her defenses collapse around her.
“I did a bad thing, Raph,” She whispered into his ear, her hands grabbing at his shoulders as she felt another gush in her jeans. “Punish me.”
She let out a long moan as Raphael’s hands played with her breasts then moved down to her jeans, yanking the zipper down with one quick motion. He bent down, dragging his tongue over her navel as he pulled on her jeans, allowing her to step out of them before continuing. Raphael then noticed her new panties and he chuckled as he rubbed at the silky fabric.
“Black, huh? I like that.”
Carrie tossed her hair around and smiled down at him, running her index fingernail slowly across his cheek. “Though you might.”
Raphael went back to work, trying to keep his actions from going faster as the scent from in-between Carrie’s legs hit his nose. He shoved his hands into her panties, letting his fingers tickle her rear as he striped the underwear down, and then brought his hands back up her smooth, finely toned legs, absorbing every inch of her skin with his hungry eyes. Carrie shook and moaned with pleasure, but was becoming impatient as the fire in her burned hotter.
“I told you, don’t tease me. I can’t stand that.”
Raphael looked up at her from his kneeling position on the floor, glaring back at her with the same agitated expression. “Ya know, I don’t like being pushed inta things.”
“Well, then just stop.” Carrie raised up her knee and pushed Raphael’s shoulder. “I don’t have all night to mess around like this!”
Raphael was about to make a sarcastic comeback when he noticed the great view he had of Carrie’s dripping wet core as her leg sat perched on his shoulder. He ignore Carrie’s nagging and dove his mouth right into her, enjoying the high pitched squeal that came up from Carrie’s throat.
“Oh-oh, Raph. I-oh, yeah!” Carrie leaned her head back, closing her eyes to envision Raphael’s large tongue licking away at her clit, his wide finger probing her deeply. She rocked her hips with Raphael’s hard thrusts, the juices pouring out of her and down his arm.
“Damn, that’s so fucking good!” She growled, her nails digging into her own flesh. “Oh, shit! Don’t stop!”
Raphael then moved his lips around her clit and began to suck, gripping it softly with his teeth to intensify the contracting muscles around his ramming finger. He opened his eyes and looked up, happy to find that Carrie was removing the black satin bra and foundling her breasts, the moans turning into high pitched cries.
“Oh fuck!” She screamed, arching her back and pinching at her erect nipples. “God, I can’t take it!”
Raphael then took that as his cue to change their positions. He grabbed Carrie’s hips, hoisted her up and swung her around to her bed, his mouth still sucking and biting away. Carrie flopped down as Raphael released her, both of her feet automatically going to Raphael’s shoulders as she scooted down, pushing her aching mound further into his face.
“Please, Raph!” She begged. “Please make me come! I want it so bad.”
Raphael pulled his mouth free, narrowed his eyes, then answered by smacking her left butt cheek, hitting it so hard that it stung and turned bright red. Carrie sat herself up on her elbows and glared back, gulping air as she panted heavily.
“What was that for?”
“I told ya!” He pointed his wet finger at Carrie. “ Don’t fuckin’ push me!”
“You are such an asshole!” Carrie pushed herself back across the bed. “I don’t even know why I let you-,”
Carrie’s words halted as Raphael crawled across the bed, grabbed at her ankles and pulled back toward him.
“Why ya let me what? Finger-fuck ya till ya blow?” He placed his hands on her knees and found Carrie was squeezing them together. He shook his head at her then laughed. “Ya think that’s gonna stop me?”
He gritted his teeth as he pried her legs open, somewhat impressed by how strong she was, then smiled as he found her soaked center. Before Carrie could kick him away, Raphael dipped back down and shoved his broad tongue deep inside of her, working his fingers around her swollen clit. Carrie let her upper body fall back, her hips gyrating as Raphael devoured her, his tongue swirling in circles and licking around every part.
“That’s it, baby.” Carrie whispered, her fingers pulling at her hair. “Oh, yeah, that’s it.”
She cried out in a small yelp, loving the way Raphael’s hands caressed her thighs, and he added another hard smack to her rear end, which made Carrie cried out louder. Her breathing increased, her hips bucked wildly, and Carrie could feel her peak coming on very hard.
“Oh, god. Raph. Raph!” She pulled a pillow over her face and let out the ear-piercing, passionate scream that had been hiding deep in her lungs as the orgasm took over her actions. Carrie could feel her body wiggle and shake around, her head floating away on some distant plane. She rolled over onto her side, clasping her arms against her bare chest, and she slowly began to breath again, a few shakes still vibrating through her.
Raphael slid up behind on the bed, his fingers lightly touching her hard nipples as he covered her lips with her own juices. Carrie wrapped her arms around his neck, enjoying her taste and made sure she had cleaned it all away before pulling back.
“Ya owe me one.”Raphael said with a sly grin as he stood up and headed for the adjacent bathroom to wash his hands, leaving Carrie in her dream-like state to get dressed.
“What are ya bein’ so quiet for?”
Leonardo turned away from the window and glared at his brother. “ Am I supposed to be making conversation?”
Raphael put his open palms up and frowned. “Jeez! Sorry I fuckin’ bothered ya!” He leaned back into the tan leather seat and crossed his arms. “Sorry if I was tryin’ ta be concerned.”
“ I’m sorry, Raph. It’s just that....” Leonardo stared at the phone in his hand, his heart on the verge of breaking. “It’s been too long. We would have made contact with them by now.”
Raphael watched a group of kids as they played in the empty streets, the snowballs flying in all directions, and it brought a small smile to his face. He knew that his brother was hurting, still upset with himself for leaving their brothers and their sensei behind, something that Raphael was also having trouble dealing with. Nothing that he could say would make either one of them feel better, so Raphael quickly changed the subject.
“Man, this town is fuckin’ dead!” He glanced around the frozen, barren streets of Lake Placid and scoffed. “ How can she live in a place like this?”
Leonardo returned to his window, watching a dark-haired woman, wearing an unseasonable high-cut skirt, put on lipstick in the red sports car next to them. He raised an eyebrow, then turned back to his brother. “I think it’s nice. Very peaceful.”
“More like really borin’!” Raphael leaned over the front seat and peered into the video store in front of them. “I wish she’d hurry up! I’m freezin’ my ass off in here!”
“Hey, don’t complain!” Leonardo pulled Raphael back as two teenagers carrying skis walked by. “You’re the one who wanted to come out here so bad.”
Raphael eyed the teenagers carefully, then leaned back over the seats when they had passed. “How long does it take ta rent a freakin’ movie?” He caught sight of Carrie’s blonde head behind a rack of DVDs and was about to reach for the horn when he noticed there was another blonde standing next to her.
“Who’s that guy?” Raphael pointed his finger, narrowing his eyes as the tall, younger man threw his arm around Carrie’s shoulders and walked her around the store. A low growl erupted unexpectedly from his throat, giving Leonardo the signal to intervene before his brother could jump from the vehicle.
“He’s probably just a friend, Raph!” He yanked on his brother and pulled Raphael back next to him. “Why do you even care anyway?”
The red masked turtle snapped his lips together and looked away from Leonardo’s questionable glare. “I don’t.”
Leonardo sat back and copied Raphael’s posture, his eyes going back to his own window and he held his arms tightly to his chest. His interest in his brother’s strange behavior suddenly disappeared when the dark-haired girl in the car suddenly arched up, reached up under her skirt and shuffled a pair of red lacy panties down her legs. Leonardo nervously cleared his throat and swallowed hard, his hot breath fogging up the window as he leaned in closer as the girl hung the underwear on the car’s rear-view mirror, her butt cheek hang out as she bent over.
“Damn, I’m sittin’ on the wrong side!”
He then felt Raphael fall over his lap and press his face against the window. Leonardo let out an annoyed sigh and was about to shove his brother away when Raphael let out an wicked laugh and pointed to the window.
“That chick’s fuckin’ hairless, Leo!” He laughed ago and moved his head around to get a better glance of the girl as she leaned over the seats to let her companion in, her bare crotch in full view. Raphael recognized the blonde guy as the one he had seen walking Carrie around, and after hearing the car door slam shut, he jumped back into his seat, looking back his own window like nothing ever happened.
Carrie sighed, turned the key, and sat quietly as the vehicle warmed up, her mind worlds away from the falling snow and the tourists that passed by. Her thoughts weren’t even focused on the passengers in her back seat that were waiting for her to put the SUV into gear. All Carrie could do in her little dark cloud of misery was think about the ten minute conversation with Mark, and how he could still, after all this time, make her feel like the most insignificant person on the face of the planet. Tears welled up again, the same ones she had fought while in the rental store, and Carrie tried once more to push them back. She knew Mark was not worth it, but she couldn’t escape her painful memories, and her heart broke all over again.
“Carrie?”
She blinked her wet eyes and looked in the mirror, the concern heavy on Leonardo’s face.
“Are you alright?”
Carrie looked back at the neon red Hollywood Video sign, then put the gear shift into reverse. She didn’t met with the two pairs of eyes as she backed out, ignoring the fact that they grew when they noticed the tears on her cheeks. She faced forward, then slammed on the gas, the tires sliding in the snow as the SUV swerved into the street, nearly missing an old couple in a Cadillac. Once they were out of town, Leonardo tried once more to talk, but stopped when Carrie stuck a CD into the stereo and hit play, the sounds of Strong Enough by Cher blasting the two turtles against the backseat and out of talking range. Carrie sang along with the song, her contralto voice cracking from the sobs in her throat, secretly wishing with every bass beat that she could someday really live by the words that echoed into her head.
The clock in the living room chimed midnight, and Carrie was sitting alone in the middle of the floor in front of the dying fire, her legs gathered up against her chest. She felt bad for not joining Leonardo and Raphael while they watched Dawn Of the Dead, her favorite horror flick, but Carrie wasn’t in the mood for blood and guts when they had returned home. She knew they saw her tears, Leonardo more concerned than Raphael, but Carrie was grateful that neither one had pursued in asking her any questions. She locked herself in her room for three hours, crying and feeling sorry for herself the entire time, and gained nothing but a headache and snot-soaked pillows. Finally Carrie decided she needed to pick herself and continued on, like she had every other day since Mark had left, but when she reached downstairs, all she found was as cleaned kitchen and a warm fire, no sign of where her mutant house guests had gone. She sulked to the fire, cried a little more, then just sat still, now staring at the embers as they popped behind the metal mesh gate.
To distract herself, Carrie begin to think of her new book, which was due to the publisher in February, and her thoughts shifted from the romps of Jackie’s new love interest to the romps she had enjoyed with Raphael earlier. She shuddered, trying to make herself believe that she didn’t like the way he made her feel, that she didn’t like how aggressive he was, how she could lose control of her body by just looking into his burning brown eyes, but Raphael had seen right through her. She was never good at acting, and pretending to hate the way he touched her was the biggest joke to him. Carrie laughed, a smile finally breaking through, knowing it was impossible to push such untamed feelings aside, and she looked toward the stairs, wondering if Raphael was asleep, and wondering even more if he was up for what she owed him.
Carrie turned to move but found herself suddenly wrapped in a pair of muscular green arms, and she melted into the cold chest plates of the one who held her.
“I was wondering if you were still up,” Carrie whispered in a sultry voice, her fingers raking slowly across the green skin that was slowly warming from the fire. “I’m ready to pay you back for the good time you gave me.”
“Excuse me?”
Carrie gasped and pulled back, her grey eyes wide as Leonardo looked back at her in the same way.
“Oh my god! Leo! What-what are you doing?” Carrie scooted back, nervously brushing her hair behind her ears.
“I was just giving you a hug.” Leonardo sat back on his knees, visibly hurt that Carrie had moved away from him. “I figured you needed it after the night you had.”
Carrie placed her hand over her chest to calm her fast-beating heart, and glared at him, her embarrassment masked by anger. “Did you have to be so sneaky about it? Do you have to be in ‘ninja mood’ all the time?”
Leonardo lowered his eyes to the blue carpeting. “I just thought that- sorry.” He slowly stood back up, his shoulders drooping, and he headed for the stairs. Carrie smacked herself in the forehead, making her headache ever worse, and chased after the anguished turtle.
“Leo, I’m sorry.” Carrie grabbed at his wrist and pulled him back into her arms. “I shouldn’t take things out on you. I’m just not happy with men right now, of any species!”
Leonardo closed his eyes and held Carrie tightly, relishing in the warm feeling of her skin. “It’s alright. I understand....sort of.”
They both laughed, then Carrie pulled back, one arms still wrapped around Leonardo’s shell as her right hand patted him on the cheek, which had become Carrie’s way over the past month of showing the turtle her genuine affection.
“You are such a sweetheart.”
Leonardo felt his cheeks flush, and he shook his head, a shy grin exploding on his face. “No....I’m-I-,”
“I swear, Leo, if you were human, women would be falling over themselves to be with you!” Carrie placed Leonardo’s hands into hers and squeezed. “You are just so caring. Girls like someone they can cry on.”
“That’s why there are gay men,” Leonardo suddenly blurted out, remembering a past conversation he had with his brothers and the smart remark Raphael had said about his ‘caring’ nature.
Carrie wrinkled her nose, confused by Leonardo’s comment, but giggled along with him anyway. As he watched her laugh, Leonardo felt his body tense up, his primal urges beckoning him to grab Carrie, kiss her parted, full lips, and run his hands over the curves of her body. The sickening feeling in his stomach stirred again, his heart fighting back against the ache in his groin, and Leonardo had to push himself away from Carrie’s grasp, almost falling against the bottom step behind him.
“Leo? What happened?” Carrie reached for his hand but Leonardo quickly pulled back.
“Nothing.” He stated, his eyes moving around her. “I- I’m just tired.”
“Me too, now that I think about it.” Carrie yawned, stretching her hands above her head, her shirt raising up to show her stomach. Leonardo sucked in a deep breaths as he watched her abs tighten and release, his hands wanting to caress the area around her navel, the glow of the fire complimenting how soft her skin was.
“I’ve got to get up early and work on my book.” Carrie’s voice broke Leonardo’s corrupt fantasies. “ But, first, I need to lock the doors.”
“I already got back one when I came in.” Leonardo said, moving in a fast pace up the steps to avoid another embarrassing moment.
Carrie turned to respond but found she was alone. She shrugged, then reached for the deadbolt, but jumped back as a loud pounding vibrated throughout the living room. She stood on her tiptoes to look out the peephole, then let her bottom jaw drop as she opened the door.
“Barry?! What in the world are you-,”
Leonardo paused at the name of Carrie’s editor, and he moved down two steps, crouching down against the wall to hear what was going on.
Barry plopped two brown leather suitcases at Carrie’s feet and brushed the snow from his black hair.
“Since it had become impossible for me to carry on a good working relationship with you, I have decided to come and stay with you until you finish your next book!” He then pulled down his glasses, his blue eyes peering over the tops of the rims. “No matter how long it takes!”
Leonardo leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, his nerves finally pushed over the edge as he channeled his brother for the right words to express himself.
“ Holy shit.”
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