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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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Disclaimer: I own nothing of TMNT – the guys, the lair, splinter…not mine!

Chapter Nine: The Kitty and the Turtle

Raph awoke the next morning to the sound of distant, child-like singing. He opened his eyes, squinting against the brightness of the sun pouring through the windows. Two nights spent with Andrea weren’t enough to get him used to waking up to see actual sunlight in the morning. They were enough, however, to get him really used to waking up in a bed made for comfort next to a woman made for him.
He sat up, yawning hugely, then looked down at Andrea sleeping beside him. Almost as if she sensed he had moved, she rolled onto her back, the sheets twisting around her slim waist, and sighed softly before settling back into a deep sleep. He grinned; resisting the temptation to reach out and brush her long bangs back. He was tempted to do a lot more than that but the singing kept his thoughts from getting too wild.
“What the hell is that?” he muttered softly to himself, getting out of bed and crossing to open door to the right of Andrea’s bed. Hoping he wasn’t walking in on one of the other girls, Raph carefully pushed the door open and bit back a laugh. Sammy was sitting in her crib, swaying gently back and forth while singing a song that made no sense what so ever. He went to her, propping his arms on the railing of the crib and gazing down at the little girl. “Hey there tid-bit.”
“Turta!” she yelped with a little clap.
Raph chuckled. “Yup, you got that right. Raph, remember?”
“Waff.”
“Close enough.”
“Waff, up?” she asked, holding out her little arms.
He glanced behind him, half hoping Andrea had woke up and was now standing in the doorway, ready to help out, but there was no one there. “Um, I don’t really know what to do with here,” he said with a shrug.
“Beckfast!” she instructed.
Okay, simple enough. He reached down, picking her up and holding her little body close to his. It felt awkward for maybe half a minute. Then she laid her head on his shoulder, showing her complete faith and trust in him and he smiled, discomfort forgotten. “Well, hopefully someone else is up. I have no idea what to feed a two year old. Don’t think your mom would be too happy with me givin’ ya leftover pizza or somethin’.”
“Mama up?” Sammy asked, perking up a little and staring at him with wide, curious blue eyes.
“Nope. We’re gonna let her sleep in. Just me and you for a bit, that okay?”
Sammy nodded, yawning and laying her head back down on his shoulder. They quietly made their way through Andrea’s bedroom - Raph reminding Sammy to be quiet and let her mommy sleep - then walked down the hallway to the kitchen. The sounds of dishes clanging softly had him breathing a sigh of relief. “Looks like we’re in luck, tid-bit. No left over pizza for breakfast today.”
Kris was moving about the kitchen, a blue robe hanging open over her plaid pajama pants and plain black tank top. She grinned knowingly when she saw him. “So, spent the night again, hm? I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess there wasn’t much talking involved this time around,” Kris said with a quick grin, her hands never stopping as she prepared breakfast.
Raph was barely able to stop the quick grin of male satisfaction.
“Saw that,” Kris sang softly, her shoulders trembling with mirth.
“You wanna help me out here? I’m kinda new at this whole kid thing,” he said, shifting Sammy and readjusting his hold on her.
Kris put aside the batter she was mixing up and reached for Sammy. “You take care of making coffee and I’ll take care of Sammy.” She chuckled softly, putting Sammy in her highchair and handing her the sippy cup she’d already had ready for the little girl. “Drea’s going to think its mother’s day or something.” At Raph’s confused look, she elaborated. “Single parent. She doesn’t get a whole lot of time just to herself and I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to tell you the last time she slept in. Two scoops there, hun.”
“You got anythin’ that’s not flavored?” he asked, slightly amused by the amount of coffee canisters lining the counter. There was vanilla, chocolate, cinnamon swirl, macadamia nut, Irish Crème, Hazelnut…anything but regular coffee.
“You’re in a hotel room that belongs to three women, Raph. We don’t really do regular. But I guess since you’ll probably be spending the night a lot more I could pick some regular coffee up at the store for you. Which reminds me.” Kris dropped everything she was doing and turned a calculating glare on Raph. “I’m sure I don’t need to remind you of this, but Drea is one of my best friends. She may be older than me and taller than me, but she’s still my baby and if you do anything…anything to hurt her, regardless of the fact that you’re a ninja, I’ll beat the living snot out of you.”
Raph couldn’t do anything but stare in shock at the woman standing in front of him. Had she just threatened to…beat the living snot out of him?! Her eyes narrowed further and he actually took a step back, realizing very quickly that she’d meant every word of it. He quickly held up his hands, warding off any further advances. “Hey, listen…I’m not gonna hurt Andrea. Hell, I hadn’t even thought about doin’ anything like that. Jeez Kris. Last thing on my mind…honest.”
Her glare suddenly vanished, replaced by a bright smile. “Good,” she said, then gave him a quick hug. “Welcome to our family.”
Raph shook his head and hugged her back, still wary of the lioness that had just shown herself. “If you showed any of this to Leo yesterday, I’m actually startin’ to feel for the guy.”
Kris waved him off and continued making what Raph assumed to be pancake batter. “You’re brother can handle me. Well,” she gave him a teasing grin, “that has yet to be determined in its entirety. But I look out for my own and Drea’s about my own as they get.”
“You guys sisters separated at birth or somethin’?” he joked.
Kris reached up in a cupboard and grabbed a pack of oatmeal, well aware of the fact that Sammy was watching them both and slowly losing her patience with the fact that her breakfast hadn’t been served yet. She tossed the packet to Raph. “Could you mix that up for her please? Bowls are in the cupboard behind you. And no, we aren’t. We’re just four very close friends all brought together by that little mama in there,” she said, nodding towards Andrea’s bedroom.
“How so?” Raph asked. He found box of children’s treats next to the bowls and grabbed that as well, holding it up so that Sammy could see it. She nodded eagerly, holding her hands out in front of her and making a “gimme” motion with her little fingers.
“Say please, Sammy,” Kris reminded gently.
“Pwease Waff?”
“Good job, sweetie. Well, Andrea and I both had some of our writing published on the same webpage. That’s how she found me. She started reading my stuff, sending these long, detailed reviews. I checked her stuff out and the bond was made. I guess you could say that it was fates way of putting us in each other’s path. We’ve been friends for close to ten years now. Drea found Catey much the same way that she found me a couple years later. She introduced us and it was just…natural to become as inseparable as possible. Then I introduced both of them to Christy and the rest is history. I’ve told her so many times that she’s the glue that holds our little group together,” she mused softly. “She usually comes right back at me with an ‘I may hold us together, but you guys kept me from falling apart’.”
The statement, as simple as it was, lent a tremendous amount of insight to the group of women he was learning more about every day. The bond wasn’t just something to be aware of, it was something to be felt.
“Mornin’!” Catey sang, shuffling into the room in pair of bright orange sweatpants and a hot pink shirt with a cartoon rabbit on it saying don’t hate me cuz you’re ugly. “Hey Raph! Mmm, smells like good home cookin’ and sex in here!”
“Holy shit!” Raph exclaimed, feeling his face grow hot. “You two don’t hold back at all, do ya?”
Catey laughed and patted his arm as she passed him on her way to the coffee maker. “Nope. It’s not a trait we’ve even tried to master. Not sure I want to. Hey there Sammykins!” Holding her cup of coffee out of reach, Catey leaned over and nuzzled Sammy’s nose with hers.
Kris filled three more mugs of coffee. Sammy was going to start getting crabby if they didn’t get her fed soon. “Raph, let me take that,” she said, plucking the bowl of oatmeal she was sure he’d forgotten about from his hands, placing it on the counter top and handing him two mugs of coffee. “Why don’t you go get Drea up? Take your time,” she said with a wink. “Let her know we’re taking care of Sammy and she’s more than welcome to spend the next thirty minutes to an hour in bed if she wants to.”
Raph shook his head at the hidden meeting in her words before leaving the kitchen and making his way back to the bedroom. Kris’s quirky sense of humor was something he was quickly coming to understand and admire. Hell, everything about these women he liked.
He wasn’t surprised to see that Andrea was still asleep. He set the coffee on the nightstand and sat down next to her, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. He was in no rush to wake her up, so he settled back and watched the only thing half decent that was on TV on a weekday morning – the news.
Not even five minutes later, Andrea stirred. She turned fully onto her back and stretched her arms above her head, her eye remaining closed. Her body strained against the twisted fabric of the sheets, one long leg freed itself and Raph swallowed hard, suppressing every animal urge that came suddenly to life.
“You wait much longer and your coffee’s gonna get cold,” he murmured softly, giving her a light nudge with his leg.
A smile curved her lips and she slowly opened her eyes, gazing up at him. “For one very brief moment I was afraid I’d dreamed last night,” she murmured in a voice husky from sleep. “So very glad I didn’t.” She moved a little and winced. “Yup, definitely didn’t.”
Raph chuckled, handing over her coffee. “Sorry. Ya made it kinda hard to go easy on ya. You gonna be okay?”
She nodded and sat up, carelessly letting the sheets pool around her waist as she leaned against him and sipped her coffee. “Nothing a hot bath won’t fix. Is this…are we watching the news? What time is it?”
“Almost nine.”
She looked up at him in complete confusion, then around him at the alarm clock on the nightstand. “How did I manage to sleep that late?”
“Oh, I heard Sammy singin’ in there so me and her went and got some breakfast. Told her we were gonna let you sleep for a bit. Then Kris took over. She wants you to know that you’ve got an hour to get up, no rush.”
The confusion was replaced with disbelief. He’d gotten up with Sammy and she hadn’t had to kick him out of bed to make him. He’d just…done it. For as long as she could remember, she had always been the one to get up with Sammy, to feed her breakfast, to forgo a couple more hours of much-needed sleep because her attentions were needed elsewhere. “You didn’t have to do that,” she said softly.
He looked down at her and gave her a gentle smile, one that melted her completely. “It wasn’t a big deal, babe. She was up, I was up.” He laughed, remembering the matter-of-fact way Sammy had handled him. “Good thing she knows how to talk. Told her I had no idea what to do with her and she just told me breakfast.”
Andrea laughed, snuggling back against Raph’s warmth, humming in complete contentment as his arm circled her shoulders. “That’s Sammy for ya. If she wants something, she usually wants you to know exactly what it is. I miss when she was just a little baby, but I will admit that being able to communicate with her and understand her needs is very nice.”
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching the news and drinking their coffee, Andrea sliding one leg over his, Raph drawing indistinguishable patterns on her shoulder.
“So, who’s D.P.H.?” he asked after a moment, nodding to the vine of forget-me-not’s around her wrist.
Andrea looked down, her mind still fogged with sleep. “Oh, those are my sister’s initials. She has a matching one with my initials.”
“And the one on your back has Sammy’s name, right?”
“Mhmm. My sister kind of got into the whole tattooing thing and I had always wanted it. She has this guy that she always goes to. Does great work. But we have our mom design them.”
“She’s good. Always wanted a tattoo. But, you know,” he shrugged. “Can’t for obvious reasons.”
Silence fell again as they watched the news, not exactly committed to what the newscaster was saying.
“Drea-?”
“Hm?”
“I’m…ah…I’m sorry about what happened with your-,” he started, but couldn’t bring himself to say the word husband.
Andrea’s shoulders went stiff beneath his arm. “So Kitty and Kris told you, huh?”
“Not all of it…but enough.”
The blond sighed, hanging her head ever so slightly. She stared at the dredges of her coffee for a moment, then set it aside and pulled the sheets up around her. She wasn’t sure why, but covering herself up made her feel less vulnerable. “Suppose you want the whole story, huh?”
Raph shrugged and she felt a wave of relief. “Nah, whenever you’re ready. Just wanted you to know that I’m sorry. No one should have to be put through somethin’ like that.”
“I agree,” she said softly, looking down at the sheets, at the pillow, anywhere but at him. Having him know her awful past made her feel…weak. She knew she’d held on for longer than she should have, she had dealt with more than any woman should have to deal with – the fact that she had always made her feel like less of a woman, especially when she had such a harsh opinion on women who had become the very thing she had sworn not to be.
“Hey,” Raph cupped the side of her face in his hand and gently tilted her face up. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“No,” she said quickly. “No, it’s just…I hate who I became. I hate that there was actually a point that I made excuses for everything and let myself get treated like that.” She drew a shuddering breath. “There was one night…I was sitting outside and staring at nothing thinking…why am I doing this? Why the hell don’t I have the guts to just pack up and leave for good? He…he may have been depressed but that shouldn’t have held me there. He was selfish. I couldn’t ever win an argument because he would always turn it right back around on me like I’d done something wrong. And even though I knew I hadn’t…I’d loose. I’d fucking loose and hate myself even more for letting him walk all over me.”
“How bad did it get?” Raph asked, unable to stop himself.
She looked up at him, her gaze haunted and he suddenly wished he hadn’t said anything. Something that could cause a look like that wasn’t usually something he wanted to know about. He stared back, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.
“It got bad. But it only got bad the first time around. The second time…I was ready for it. He…he had a temper and he had a drinking problem. The two didn’t work well together, especially after we lost his brother. He was thirteen,” her voice caught and her turbulent gray eyes filled with tears. “Way too young to die. He was out on his four wheeler and tried to jump an approach in a ditch. Broke his neck. It was…it was awful. I remember sitting on the hood of my car staring at the ambulance on the side of the road, seeing nothing but the red and blue flashing lights of every cop car that had showed up. People kept walking in and out of the ditch. They brought in a helicopter to life-flight him out and I was so, so hopeful. I figured if they had sent a helicopter, that was a good thing. That meant he was still alive. But he wasn’t.
“From there, everything was down hill. I suppressed my own suffering to help my husband through his. I don’t know if it’s because I took on all of the responsibilities or if there was some other reason that he stopped caring about anything that was going on in our lives. And then I got pregnant. It was planned…but the insanity that came with it wasn’t. We fought about finances constantly. At one point he…he told me he didn’t know who I was because he didn’t marry a woman who had stressed about money. Well, at the time we didn’t have a baby to think about so of course I didn’t. But he was so mean about it. He said he wanted out, wanted to stop dealing with everything. My hormones were so out of control that I said and did anything I could to keep our marriage from breaking up. I didn’t want my daughter being raised by a broken family.”
She sighed, dragging her hands through her hair and wiping away the few tears that had managed to escape. Taking a deep breath, she collected herself and forged on. “After I had Sammy he got laid off. That’s when he started showing just what a jackass he could be. He didn’t try to find a job, he didn’t lift a finger to help me with Sammy. I was the only one waking up in the middle of the night to feed her, changing her diapers, taking care of her when she was sick. I was married…but I knew what it was like to be a single mother. For a few months I tried to be understanding. He was going through a hard time. That’s what I told myself over and over again. But then the money from insurance ran out and I was paying for daycare when he sat home on his ass doing nothing. Didn’t do housework, didn’t help out with cooking. I was working 50 hours a week, going to school, pushing myself to the point of complete exhaustion on a daily basis and he didn’t care. It started to get old really fast. We were at each other’s throats constantly. And he would always stop the argument with the same thing…telling me he couldn’t function because all he could think about was how his little brother was gone and I couldn’t understand what he was going through. Well, you can only hear that so many times before it starts getting really, really old. We tried counseling but not even a week after our first session and we were yelling at each other again.
‘I would let him get away with spending my money on cigarettes and alcohol. He got his way so much that it was sickening. And when his anger started flaring up, I got to add fear to the list of emotions just running rampant in me. Our dog tripped him once and he flipped out, turning around with his fist up. I got in the way and he ended up hitting me in the arm instead.”
Raph’s temper immediately flared. “The asshole hit you?!” he growled.
Damn, she’d forgotten momentarily who she was talking to. “Okay, down boy. He’s too far away for you to do anything.”
Raph took a deep breath and unclenched his fists. “I ever meet this guy, he’s gonna be in a fuckin’ world of hurt.”
Andrea nodded once. “Fair enough. It’s not like I stuck around long after it happened. I started thinking immediately about what would have happened if it was Sammy in the way and not me. And that started the thoughts on leaving. When came home just piss drunk at three in the morning then didn’t do a thing around the house the next day, didn’t do what I’d asked him to do, I just lost it. I told him how sick and tired I was of him destroying me, of not helping, of being a complete deadbeat. He told me to get a lawyer, kicked a damn door, said I wasn’t worth fighting for and that he was sick of putting up with me.”
“Whoa…whoa!” Raph stopped her. “He was sick of putting up with you?!”
Andrea laughed, but the sound lacked even the slightest hint of humor. “Yeah. You have no idea how many times I’ve heard people say that same exact line with that same exact amount of disbelief. He was sick of putting up with me. So I left. Turned off my phone and drove to my parents. I would only talk to him if he would act like an adult. And he finally did. We talked through a lot of stuff and I told him I’d come back…but he’d better not give me a reason to leave again. For a while…things were okay. We’d get in our little fights but I would remind him that he had no leg to stand on and that would kind of put the kibosh on that.”
“What kind of arguments?”
“Financial arguments. Always financial arguments. He hadn’t worked for nearly six months so when he suddenly turned around and started acting like he cared, but only when we didn’t have money…I just told him that it was a little late for him to just suddenly start caring. And then…I got laid off from work. He turned into a little bitch…constantly complaining about never having a day off, about having to pay for things for us. It made me sick. When he started getting angry and having all of these blow ups that started making me really nervous…I cut ties. I had my daughter and myself to look out for and I’d warned him never to give me a reason to leave again. He didn’t take me seriously…and now, here I am.”
Raph stared at her, stunned. He honestly hadn’t expected to get that much out of her. He wished he hadn’t. She looked so small and defeated right now. A far cry from the confident, strong woman he was used to seeing.
“Hey,” he said softly, tamping back his anger and putting his efforts into bringing that woman back. “You’re a strong woman, Andrea. Ain’t no doubt about that. You might have hated who you were then…but I think you came out of it okay. Surprising after hearing all that shit put you through,” he said, brushing away a lone tear that had started to track its way down her cheek.
She looked up at him, into those dark, dark eyes that she could lose herself so quickly in. And she almost told him right then that she loved him. That wasn’t the safe road to take right now, though. Instead, she leaned up and pressed her lips softly to his. The hand cupping her face slid around her neck, his fingers raking through her sleep tousled hair. She didn’t want to think about her collapsed marriage any more. All she wanted to think about was the man she’d loved nearly all her life who was now holding her, not trying to hurt her, not making her feel weak or inadequate.
“An hour, huh?” she murmured. “You know what we could do in an hour?”
Raph growled low in his throat, slowly pressing her back to the bed. “Didn’t get enough last night?”
“Uh-uh. I doubt I’ll ever get enough of you.” She grinned mischievously, rubbing her nose against his. “Did you get enough?”
“Yeah, cuz the first time really took the edge off a’ years of wantin’ to get laid. Should be good for another twenty.”
She dropped her head back, laughing. “Shut up, ya smart ass. There are better things you could be doing right now than witty banter.”
“Yeah?” He nudged her legs apart with his knee and lowered his mouth to her neck. “Like what?”
“Like me,” she purred, dragging her nails up his arm and nipping playfully at the underside of his jaw.
“Just try not to scream so loud this time.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Kris looked up at the clock on the stove. “One hour,” she said with obvious amusement when she heard Andrea’s bedroom door open.
Andrea walked into the living room, her gray sweatpants dragging on the floor, her red tank top on backwards, a giddy smile plastered on her face and Raph right behind her. “Hey guys! Thanks for letting me sleep in,” she said with more cheerfulness than either of them had seen her express before.
“Sleep in? Is that what they’re callin’ the nasty now a days?” Catey quipped, ducking behind her coffee mug to hide a smile.
“Jesus Kitty,” Andrea muttered, trying not to laugh when she heard Raph’s deep sigh and muttered curse. “Can you take it down a notch until at least after 2pm?”
Catey thought about it for a moment, her face scrunching up in an expression of deep concentration, then beamed at her friend and shook her head. “Physical impossibility. My head would explode.”
“Better yours than mine,” Raph remarked, ducking Catey’s fist as he passed her on his way to the coffee maker.
Andrea held her empty mug out for a refill, thanked Raph, then leaned against the counter, giving Kris a dry look. “Remember when she was such a well behaved little thing and we actually had to try to corrupt her?”
Kris nodded and released an over exaggerated sigh. “Oh, those were the days. You know, I’m starting to think that she’s the one corrupting us now.”
“That’s cuz I’m Rick James, bitches!” Catey said matter-of-factly.
Andrea shot her a motherly glare, nodding her head towards Sammy. “I never thought I’d see the day where I was telling you to watch your language, Kitten.”
Catey blushed and ducked her head. “Sorry Drea. And not to point out the obvious here…but I think Drea’s efforts at corruption are focused elsewhere.”
Andrea rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help but take the bait offered. “Well, at least my efforts are being well appreciated several times over.”
Both women gapped at the oldest member of their group and Raph grinned, wrapping his arm low around her waist and pulling her back against him. “Maybe next time we skip the whole bein’ courteous thing and just make as much noise as possible.”
“Holy crap!” Catey exclaimed. “I’m goin’ to take a shower. This is too much.”
“You started it!” Andrea yelped incredulously
“I know!” Catey yelled back before executing some crazy dance of frustration over the threshold of her bedroom and slamming the door.
Kris and Andrea laughed, while Raph shook his head. “You girls are a whole new breed of crazy, aren’t ya?”
Andrea gave him a devious little grin that made his knees buckle. “Just figuring that out now?” She reached up, curling her hand around his neck and dropping her head back to his shoulder to give him a quick kiss before flipping on her mom-switch. She set her coffee down and went to Sammy whose entire face was covered with oatmeal. “Aw, look at you baby! You’re almost getting the hang of it, aren’t you?”
“Mama up!” Sammy chirped, giving her mother a toothy, oatmeal grin.
“Yes, mama’s up. What do you say to Kris and Raph for getting you breakfast?”
“Fank you!”
Raph chuckled, leaning against the counter and watching Andrea with Sammy. She made it look so natural – the whole mothering thing. Like it was effortless. His heart fluttered strangely, his stomach noticeably flipping. He’d lost track of how many times that had happened simply by watching her. Maybe Donnie would have a clue about what the hell he was feeling, because he was pretty damn clueless. He knew he wanted to take her back to the bedroom again. That was about the extent of what he knew.
“You look like you want to eat her,” Krisit murmured, softly enough so that only he heard her.
Raph turned to her and found himself doing something very out of character. “Nah, there’s somethin’ more to it than that. I mean…I do. Hell yeah, I do. But…there’s somethin’ else here. Not sure what it is yet.”
Kris smiled at him. “You’ll get it figured out.”
“Get what figured out?” Andrea asked. She’d gotten Sammy free of her highchair and had her propped on her hip as she stared at the two with a questioning look.
“When he’s going to give in to the flavored coffee and stop harassing me to get him regular,” Kris quickly filled in, offering Raph a quick conspiring wink.
Andrea looked back and forth between the two, her eyes narrowed. “I don’t know if I buy that.”
A knock at the door forced her to though and she looked up, laughing when she saw Mikey blowing against the windowpane, his eyes crossed. She padded over to the balcony door and pulled it open, bracing herself against the sudden gust of New York winter that he brought in with him. “Morning Mikey.”
“Hey there gorgeous mama. Hi Sammy!!” He scooped the toddler into his arms and nuzzled her cheek, drawing a delighted giggle from her. “Mm, you smell like oatmeal. You guys have breakfast already?”
“Just finished the pancakes. You want some?” Kris offered, holding up a spatula with a small stack of pancakes on it before she added it to the quickly growing pile.
“Um, does a bear shit in the woods?”
“Seriously…I’m usually the one who has problems with the language and yet I’m sitting here reminding all of you to watch what you’re saying!” Andrea said, throwing her hands up in exasperation before she plopped down on one of the barstools at the kitchen counter and accepted a plate heaped with food from Kris.
“Sorry babe, not used to having toddlers around,” Mikey said with a nonchalant shrug.
“Eh, its okay. You’re forgiven.”
“Hey there Raph.” Mikey grinned suggestively at his older brother and waggled his eyebrows. “Spent the night again, huh?”
Raph grinned back. “Yeah, what of it?”
Mikey shook his head. “Not even gonna comment. But Master Splinter wants you back at the lair sometime tonight.”
“Tonight?” Raph asked in disbelief, surprised that his sensie wasn’t demanding his appearance within the next hour.
“Yeah. I know…it’s strange. I think something’s up. Nothing bad…but something for sure.”
Andrea looked uncertainly between the two brothers. “Um, should we be worried here?”
Reaching across the spread of food, Mikey grabbed a strip of bacon and popped it in his mouth. “No…I don’t think so. I mean…his exact words were ‘if you see Raphael, tell him I would appreciate it if he made an appearance sometime tonight.’” Mikey shrugged and started to fill a plate for himself with one arm, the other still having a secure hold on Samantha. “And that goes for the rest of us, too. I guess he wants to have a little meeting of the minds or something.”
Raph made a face. “Man, I don’t know if I trust where this is goin’.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine, dude. So,” Mikey looked around the open hotel room, “where’s Catey?”
“Bathroom,” Andrea said, nodding in the direction of Catey’s bedroom. “She was slingin’ around the inappropriate, I started slinging back. She couldn’t handle it so she went to take a shower. She’s probably done by now, though. Kitty doesn’t normally take long showers. Why don’t you go check on her?”
Mikey handed Sammy off to Kris with a grin. “Don’t mind if I do.”
Food forgotten, he took off for the bedroom, opening the door with every intention of saying something very movie-esque. But the bedroom was empty and his efforts would have been wasted. He wasn’t a fan of wasted efforts. Every witty one-liner deserved a good audience and in his opinion, Catey was the best audience one could get.
“Hm…sit and wait,” he mused softly to himself, “or snoop.” His eyes landed on a stack of video games and a PS2 on the floor next to a TV stand that held a top of the line flat screen television. “Ooh, definitely snoop.”
Making himself at home, Mikey took up a controller, popped in Dynasty Warriors and settled back against the foot of the bed for some quality gaming. Ten minutes later and he was so engrossed in slaying bad guys that he didn’t notice Catey walk out of the bathroom.
She stumbled to a stop, clutching the towel she had wrapped around her to her chest and trying not to gasp in surprise when she saw Michelangelo sitting on the floor. He was gone to his gaming - that much was obvious. Leaning against the doorjamb, she stifled a small giggle, opting instead to clear her throat in an attempt to catch his attention. When her efforts got her nothing, she tried again, using more volume.
Mikey hit pause immediately and turned to look up at her, a slow grin spreading over his adorable face. “Well, hey there cutie.”
Catey returned his smile with an impish grin of her own. “Hey there. So, you in the habit of just bustin’ into people’s rooms and bogartin’ their video games?”
“I might be.”
Catey slowly started walking forward, dropping her arms to her sides after making sure that her towel was firmly secure and putting conscious effort into making sure her hips were swinging as enticingly as possible. “Hm, not a fan of bogarting ninja turtles. Might have to pound on you just a little bit.”
Mikey tossed the remote aside and stood up, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh, is that so?”
“That’s very so. I think I might just have to-oh sh-.” Her towel chose that moment to drop to the floor around her and she stumbled over it, pitching forward.
Mikey reacted without thinking, lunging forward and grabbing Catey around the waist to stop her fall.
“Ugh,” Catey grumbled. “Go figure…I try to be all hot lookin’ and end up stumbling over the damn towel.”
“Oh, I’d say you succeeded in bein’ all hot looking…stumbling aside,” Mikey said.
Catey heard the strained note in his voice and looked up, gasping softly when she saw the way Mikey was looking at her. His blue eyes were ablaze with something that made her heart slam against her chest and settle into a frantic tattoo. She swallowed hard, her hand gripping his shoulder. She made a wild attempt to rationalize the situation, to remind herself that they had only “known” the guys for a handful of days. She couldn’t possibly sleep with him. Yet even as she told herself that, she was pulling him down to her, closing her eyes and submitting to desires she had held strong to for years. A day, three…it didn’t matter. She had loved him as long as she could remember and in loving him, she found nothing wrong with giving into the overwhelming temptation that had been a constant companion since seeing him in the alley the night they’d met.
Mikey’s mouth met hers with a heart melting tenderness, asking a silent question. Was this okay? She responded by opening her mouth, brushing his tongue with hers and moaning softly as she pressed her lithe, nude body against his.
Mikey felt like he was being torn in ten different directions at once. He wanted to be like all of his brothers right now – honorable like Leo, confident like Raph, smart like Donnie. But that scent, the unique, sweet, intoxicating scent of a woman he knew he loved, was driving him to the brink of insanity. He wasn’t even sure he could be himself right now with as crazy as she was making him. And her smooth skin against his, still cool from her shower, was making it a million times harder to form any kind of thought that didn’t involve sex.
“Catey,” he murmured, circling her waist with one arm and combing his fingers through her damp hair. “I love you, babe.”
She pulled back suddenly, her wide eyes staring at him in shock. “Wh-what?”
“I love you,” Mikey said, speaking from his heart. It seemed to be the one thing he was capable of at the moment. “I might not know what I’m doing here, and I might muck this up big time. So if I do, just…um…gimme another chance, okay? Cuz I do…I love you like crazy. I knew it when we were leavin’ your place that first night. When that whole fight went down and I thought I might not see you again, it was the worst feeling.”
Catey’s mouth worked, but no words came out. Tears did though. She snapped her mouth shut and couldn’t help but give him the widest, most beautiful smile he’d ever seen. “Oh, Mikey. You’re not going to muck it up. This is going to be great. I know it is. And you want to know why I know that?”
Mikey nodded eagerly.
“Because,” Catey whispered, leaning up and brushing her lips against his. “I love you too.”
“You…are by far the best thing that has ever happened to me.” It was the last sane thing he said or did. Her admission of love, her scent, everything he was feeling – it was all too much for him to handle. He lifted Catey in his arms, cradling her slight weight, then set her down on the bed. He kept one arm under her and lay beside her, his leg resting between hers and spreading them ever so slightly. Then, going on instinct alone, he slowly let his hand travel the length of her body. His fingers trailed along the curve of her pert breast, worshiping the flesh there, his fingers toying with and rolling the nipple until it was painfully erect and Catey was gasping for breath. Then he moved on, feeling her stomach muscles jerk as his fingers drifted over them, going further until he reached the apex of her thighs.
He brushed the slick folds of her femininity with his fingertips, groaning when he felt how hot and wet she was. That was for him. All for him. He’d done that to her. He couldn’t help the rush of pure, male satisfaction that came from knowing he was arousing this little southern beauty so much. Confidence reinforced, he slid one thick finger into her, his rough growl mixed with her low groan of pleasure. Her hips arched in welcome and her hand gripped the sheets beside her convulsively.
He propped himself up on his elbow and lowered his head to the breast that had missed out on his previous attentions, roughly taking her nipple into his mouth brushing his tongue over it. She whimpered, squirming and eliciting small little gasps that made the lust prowling within him harder to control. Taking his finger from her, he moved off the bed, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her with until she was positioned at the edge of the bed. He kneeled between her legs and couldn’t stop the hoarse oath that left him when the full potency of her arousal hit him.
Like a man possessed, he lowered his mouth to her heat. Her taste, so deliciously erotic, exploded on his tongue and his breathing became harsh. The prowling lust was suddenly free and Mikey couldn’t do anything to stop it. Not that he wanted to. As Catey’s hips arched high off the bed, her heels digging into the side of the mattress, her hands clawing at his shoulders, he knew everything he was doing was right.
Catey had had sex before. But she couldn’t remember it being this…powerful. She lay on the bed, her muscles tense, her hands gripping at Mikey in hopes that he would never stop doing what he was doing. She felt like a great weight was pressing down on her, holding her in place and she was squirming against it, knowing that if she could just free herself from that delicious weight pressing on her that she would know pure bliss like she had never known it before.
His tongue and teeth still worshiping her, Mikey slid his finger into her again and she came apart immediately. The weight disappeared and she shattered, her throaty cry of release the only sound in a room that had suddenly become unbearably hot.
Catey drug in huge, gulps of air, trying to steady her trembling nerves. She pressed a hand to her forehead and stared up at the ceiling, trying to collect her thoughts. She could only collect one though, one that had her lips curling in a devious grin. Instead of being sated to the point that she couldn’t move, her release had left her with an enormous amount of energy and inspiration. She quickly slid off the bed, onto Mikey’s lap, startling the young terrapin whose shoulders were heaving with every unsteady breath he drew. “Your turn,” she purred.
“My turn?” Mikey felt her nimble fingers free him and his breath caught, his blue eye going wide. He made a wild attempt to pull away, only because he was afraid that once he felt her lovely mouth on his length, he’d come apart completely and he didn’t want that. No way in hell. But Catey was quicker than he was. She moaned softly as she took him into her mouth and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He forgot to breath, he forgot to move, his entire body was rigid with tension. As she skillfully worked him over though, he melted underneath her attentions. With a low moan, he sagged back against the bed, his hand curling around the back of her head.
“Jesus Catey,” he said in an agonized groan, “You’re good at that. Way too good.”
And she was, because not even five minutes after she’d started, Mikey was sure that there was no way in hell he was going to last much longer. “Catey, honey…you…you need to stop…I can’t…holy shit-.” She had switched tactics, her tongue now doing things he’d never imagined possible and he felt the tension slowly start to build within him. “Catey, stop!” he pleaded hoarsely, his free hand twisted in the blankets that had fallen with them to the floor. His chest felt incredibly tight and he could feel his control steadily slipping. He was pretty sure it wasn’t even there anymore and it was only pure luck that had kept him from losing it.
She slowed her movements, then stopped tormenting him, but only after dropping an affectionate kiss to the tip of his shaft.
“Damn girl. You tryin’ to drive me insane here?” Mikey asked, panting for breath.
“Mm, I wanna go with,” she murmured, straddling his waist. She had positioned herself just so, brushing her wet heat against his erect length and teasing him. Mikey wasn’t the kind of guy to play games when offered such a sweet temptation. He was more about jumping at opportunities when they presented themselves. And her heat so achingly close to him was the largest opportunity he had. He would apologize for being selfish later, but right now…right now he was going to take her like he’d wanted to from day one.
He grabbed her knees, pulling them forward and she cried out, her head dropping back as she took in every thick inch of him until he was buried to the hilt. Mikey circled her waist with one strong arm, pulling her forward and lowering his head to her breasts, feasting on each nipple in turn as she rode him, her fingers clutching at his shoulders, her forehead dropping to the top of his head. He lifted his mouth to her neck, his tongue and teeth devouring the sensitive flesh. “God Catey, you’re so tight. I’ve never…never felt anything this good.”
“I need more,” she moaned softly, her lips at his neck, leaving hot little kisses along down to his collarbone. “Please…Mikey, I need more of you.”
He knew exactly what she meant. As wonderful as it felt to be buried so far in her, to feel her sweet wetness hugging his length, the pace was too controlled. He easily lifted her, never once leaving her and laid her on the bed, an enraptured groan torn from his throat when her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him even further than he thought possible into her.
“There!” she cried. “Oh God, right there. Yes!”
Her words of encouragement drove him on and he thrust into her relentlessly, capturing every cry, every moan of complete abandonment with his mouth as he kissed her deeply. She was driving him wild, lifting her hips to meet his with every thrust, her slick heat loving him physically as much as she did emotionally.
“God, I love you Catey. I love you,” he groaned, dropping his head to her shoulder. His breath came to a stuttering stop, catching in his throat as she cried out, returning his sentiment, her inner muscles clutching at him, begging him to go with her as her body convulsed from the power of her orgasm ripping through her. He growled low in his throat, driving into her once more and giving himself over to his release. It raked through him, leaving him trembling in its wake, dizzy from their scents combined and the raw emotion of the moment.
He kept himself braced above her, his arms trembling. He didn’t want to fall on her. He’d crush her slight weight with his own.
“It’s okay Mikey. You’re not going to hurt me,” she coaxed softly, her little hands tugging at him until he gave in and collapsed half on the bed, half on her. She sighed – a tiny sound of complete contentment – and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, kissing his nose. “You…were fantastic.”
“Me? Catey girl, I can’t even imagine it could possibly get better than it was. You were the one who was fantastic.”
“Yeah, I am pretty amazing,” she quipped with a little giggle. “And Mikey…it will get better than that because I’m plannin’ on takin’ you whenever and where ever I feel like it.”
He lifted his head and gave her an amused smirk. “Where ever?”
“You bet honey.”
“God, that’s hot.” He kissed her deeply, then backed away, nuzzling her pert little nose with his. “I love you Catey girl. Thanks for bulldozing your way into my life.”
She lightly smacked him. “You’re the one who ran into me!” she cried.
“Well can ya blame me? Cute little thing like you wanderin’ around my territory. Of course I’m going to run into ya.”
Catey laughed softly. They lapsed into a comfortable silence, staring at the ceiling above them and basking in the after-glow of their lovemaking.
“Hey Catey, honey?”
“Hm?
Mikey rolled to his side, propping himself up on his elbow and staring down at his girlfriend with a suggestive smirk. “You wanna go again?”
Catey felt her lips curl up in an uncontrollable smile as her body hummed to life beneath his attentive fingers. “I think I just might.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Andrea turned to volume up on the TV, trying to drown out the sound of the youngest couple of their little group going at it. “Someone please join me in being as ruthless to those two as possible when they decide to grace us with their presence,” she muttered, wincing at the loudness of Bob and Larry’s voices on the television. They’d opted for Veggie Tales, present company considered.
“All over it babe,” Raph said, trying not to grin. On one hand, he was a little irritated that he was being subjected to the muffled sounds of his little brother getting, what sounded like some good quality lovin. On the other hand…he was his little brother. He couldn’t help but be proud of the guy.
Kris dropped her head to the coffee table she was sitting next to, groaning. “Good lord, they need to stop. Or he needs to put a pillow over her face or something!”
“Mama…Kitty ow?” Sammy asked. She was sitting beside Kris, slowly piecing together a 15-piece puzzle.
“No, no honey,” Andrea said, joining Raph and Kris in their laughing. “Kitty and Mikey are just…playing video games and yelling at the television.”
That explanation seemed to suit Sammy just fine. She shrugged and turned her full attention back to her puzzle.
“Okay.” Andrea stood up, tossing the remote to Raph. “I’m going to go see if Christy’s up. Be back in a bit.”
She made her way out the door and not even two seconds later, came right back through it, rolling her eyes and laughing.
“That didn’t take very long,” Kris said, looking at her friend in confusion. “Did you run into her in the hall or something?”
“No…there was a purple bandana on her doorknob so I just turned right back around. I think it’s safe to say that Donnie’s over there.”
Kris glowered at the table in front of her. This was complete and total bullshit. “I think I might want to start hating him again,” she couldn’t help muttering.
Raph choked on a laugh, not expecting Kris to be so forthright in her frustration.
“Hey, easy babe. I’m sure he’ll pull his head out of his ass sometime soon. And if he doesn’t, I’ll beat it out for ya. How does that sound?”
“Perfect.” Kris looked up at him and gave him a tiny grin.
“Kris, would you mind watching Sammy so I can get a quick shower in,” Andrea asked. She was leaning against the back of the touch, her fingers idly toying with the ends of Raph’s bandana.
“Sure, but you have to do the dishes.”
“Deal. Thanks honey. You’re the best. Sammy, behave yourself for Aunti Kris, okay?” she asked, blowing a kiss to her daughter before she turned on her heel and made for her bedroom.
Raph stared after her, watching the way her hips swayed enticingly and feeling the hunger stir to life in him again. Little minx probably knew exactly what she was doing too. He turned back to the TV, frowning at the group of crazy vegetables running around on screen, then sighed loudly. The image of Andrea standing under a steaming hot stream of water was suddenly eating away at him. He shifted uncomfortably, starting to feel restless.
Kris looked back at him, his constant shifting catching her attention. She watched him for a minute or two before emitting a sound of complete disgust. “Oh for God sakes, go.”
He flashed her a quick, apologetic grin before launching himself of the back of the couch and jogging back to Andrea’s room.
“Bunch of walking hormones, I tell you Sammy.”
“Ho-mones?” she questioned, her innocent wide blue eyes staring up at Kris.
The Hawaiian couldn’t help laughing. “Yes, ho-mones. That’s all they are.” She half-regretted the fact that Catey, Christy or Andrea were not around to hear that one. Catey especially would have gotten a kick out of that one. Well, maybe when they decided to quit being complete animals, she might tell them how cute little Sammy had been in hitting the nail right on the head. Maybe.
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