For Love or Freedom

She stumbled in through the front door nearly tripping over her high heel shoes. God, she hated these things. Whose bright idea was it to make shoes where your heel was three inches higher than the ball of your foot? That just wasn't a natural position. She caught herself just before she fell on her face and regained her balance, trying to look around an armfull of packages. She'd done serious shopping. Among other things.
She debated just tossing the packages on the floor, then remembered how much she'd paid for this shit, and stumbled to the couch before dropping the bags. She turned and shoved the door shut, and just breathed, relieved that this day was over. For now. She ran manicured nails through her short, red, permed hair and got them tangled. She growled slightly. This perm was a bad idea. It was almost as bad an idea he hhe heels. Or the half inch tips at the ends of her fingers. She'd almost ripped them off several times on accident already. And she'd only had them for a few hours. They were going to be a huge pain in the ass. She couldn't even figure out how to hold a pen with those damn things. She turned and looked at the packages on the couch. They were filled with dozens of outfits just like the one she was wearing: white slacks and a low cut, black silk blouse. And the shoes. Bl He Heels. She sighed, knowing she'd better get used to it. Every job... she had to learn to walk in these things all over again. What was such a turn on about high heels?
She turned, and nearly jumped out of her skin as she saw a figure just a few feet behind her. "Jesus! Raphael!" Her manicured nails came up over her chest, clutching over her heart. The heeled shoes almost gave out from underneath her and she wobbled unsteadily for a moment. Raph opened his mouth to say something, but when he got a good look at her, he took a stunned step back. She was wearing makeup, her skin darkly tanned, hair cut, colored dark red, and permed. Long, manicured nails rested over her black, low cut blouse. Her eyes were a bright, piercing green rather than their normal hazel color. How had she done that? How had she done any of this? The hair, the nails, the eyes, the clothes, the tan, everything. It was, bu, but it didn't look like her. "Holy shit," he stammered. "What's all this?"
She remained very still as she read the look of surprise on his face. She hadn't even considered what she was going to say to him yet. Her hand stayed up against her chest, no longer clutching, but she couldn't bring herself to lower it somehow. She half-smiled, biting just the edge of her lip, not wanting to get lipstick all over her teeth. Her thumb slipped under the low "V" of the shirt and she fiddled with it absently, not entirely sure what to say. "I uh... heh." She shifted nervously, wishing she'd had some time to prepare for this. "Do you like it?" she asked timidly.
Raph just stared at her for a few seconds. He didn't know what to think. Of course he liked it. She was fucking hot as hell! It was her, just... a lot sexier her. It was a sudden change and he had to wonder just why she had made the change. Was it to surprise him or a whim or did she have other reasons? He could only imagine what her reasons were. And he didn't really care. He let his eyes roam up and down over her body appreciatively for a few moments before deciding to answer.
"Heh... it's... different."
She frowned slightly. She was totally uncomfortable with this look, like she was with any persona the first time she put it on. And somehow, his words didn't help. Her fingers continued to brush nervously on the inside and outside of her shirt, and she shiftlighlightly, uneasy. "Different?" A quiet, tense laugh escaped her. "Different... as in good? Or different as in what the fuck were you thinking?"
Raph chuckled softly at her uncertainty. His eyes lingered on her fingers, and he felt blood stir in his groin as he thought of replacing them with his own. "Good," he answered quietly. "Trust me. It's good."
She stood still, watching him, very uncomfortable. She didn't know whether to turn and walk away now or what. She envisioned herself spinning around, tripping, and falling flat on her face. Not a pleasant thought. Her hand dropped to her side and she fumbled for pockets, but there were none. Shit... who in their right mind made a pair of pants without pockets? Hg nog nothing else to do with her hands, she just left them at her sides. She realized she was biting her lip hard, in spite of the lipstick, but didn't bother to stop. Good, he said. That was somehow not as comforting as she'd hoped it would be.
Raph continued to watch her, his eyes roaming up and down her body. He wanted nothing more right then than to get those clothes off of her so he could see the full effect. How could she think he wouldn't be thrilled with her new look? She looked like a fucking playboy centerfold, for cryin' out loud. But if she couldn't see how obviously hot she was, he was definitely going to show her.
He moved forward and took her shoulders in his hands, leaning in to kiss her hard, lipstick and all. She just about fell over backwards, and clung to him. Okay, so she was gonna have to get shoes with a little shorter heels than these... His kiss cut off her thoughts and she slowly relaxed, tasting the passion on his lips. He'd once thought she couldn't get any hotter than she was, but she'd just proved him wrong. He could feel the pressure building in his shell to prove it.
She let him continue until he was quite through, and her eyes opened slowly ook ook up at him. Okay. So he wasn't questioning her on this... that was good. Her biggest fear was sated. Her eyes dropped, down to her chest, drawing his attention to the fact that at this distance he could see clearly down the front of her shirt, and the red lace bra that covered her breasts. "So, uh... You like the outfit too?" Her voice held a new air of assurance.
He followed her eyes down and through the top of her sh eye eyeing the bra with more than mild interest as he thought about taking it off. As if she had to ask whether or not he liked the outfit. He liked everything. If she wanted to seduce him, then she had definitely done a good job so far. The pressure in his shell increased and he licked his lips. "You have to ask?" He laughed softly, his hands running down her arms. "Damn, baby, you're hotter'n hell. Perhaps you need to cool off a bit. We could get you outta those clothes..." He was teasing, but he couldn't deny that he very much did want to get her out of that outfit and just... fuck her right there.
She kept her eyes down as a smile crept across her face. She relaxed, and ran her fingers lightly over his shoulders. She suddenly realized that these nails were good for something after all. She arched her fingers up and trailed just the tips of her nails down over his hard biceps toward his elbows. Raph shivered at the sensation against his skin. That was a new to him, at least coming from her.
Her eyes raised back to his face and she giggled quietly. "Yer wearin' my lipstick, baby."
He flushed slightly at her words and she reached one hand left his arm to come up and brush his lips, smearing the red lipstick off of his skin. He let her, then raised his own hand to rub the rest of it away, making sure it was gone. He'd never live it down if he showed up at the lair wearing someone's lipstick.You You can keep it," he mumbled. "Not my color."
She laughed quietly and pulled back, careful not to trip. She decided it was time to take the shoes off. She slipped her feet out of them and kicked them aside - carefully... they were $200 shoes... - then tapped his cheek before she turned her back on him, leaving the pile of various bags and packages on the couch as she walked to her room. She left the door open as she rounded the corner. "So what're you doin' here? Didn't expect to see you tonight."
Raph chuckled softly and followed her to her room. He pitied her at the sight of those shoes. They had to be a bitch to walk in and he took a moment to thank god that he was male and didn't have to torture himself like that. The pressure in his shell faded only slightly as he leaned against the doorframe. "Came to see you," he answered. "What other reasons could I have for bein' here?"
Her back was to him, but she knew he was in the doorway. She didn't acknowledge him as she shrugged her shoulders out of the open shirt and set it on the bed. She smiled just slightly as she felt his eyes on her and decided to have a little fun with him while she was at it. She kept her back turned, as if she weren't aware of his presence, and unzipped the pants, letting them fall around her feet. "I suppose I should feel honored. To have my very own stalker."
Raph chuckled softly and arched a brow at the matching bra anntienties. They were lacy, sexy, red... But that was no surprise. Regardless of what she was wearing on the outside, there was almost always something sexy underneath. The pressure in his shell returned and he shifted a bit to ease tiscoiscomfort he felt at the moment. "Heh. Stalker, huh?" he grinned. "Who said I was stalking anyone?"
She ignored him, stepping out of the slacks and reaching back to fumble for a moment with the clasp on the bra. The nails got in the way. She laughed, rather than get frustrated with it, and turned to glance over her shoulder at him, her hand dropping to her side again. "You wanna help me out? It's gonna take me a while to get used to the fake nails..."
Raph smirked, all too happy to oblige. He walked over and with one hand and a flick of the wrist, had the clasp undone. But he didn't move away, reaching up to pull the straps down off her shoulders before sliding his hands around to the front to cup her breasts. "Mmm..." She smiled, and leaned back against his hard chest, letting him touch her.
He brushed his fingers over her nipples for a second before reluctantly withdrawing, letting her finish changing. She didn't follow as he pulled back. She turned to the dresser, and bent down to rummage through the top drawer. She found a black sports bra and turned to face him as she tossed it in her hands, spending much more time than was needed in preparing to put it on. "You've been stalking me from day one, stud."
Raph leaned back against the wall and watched her with interest. He didn't care how long it took to put that bra on when she looked so much better with it off. Far as he was concerned, she could do without. "Think so?"
She pulled the sports bra on over her head, catching it on her nails in the attempt, and sighed as she pulled it down over her chest. She turned again, and leaned forward against the dresser as she rummaged through another drawer, legs slightly parted. She grinned to herself, knowing that she'd just put herself in a position where he could take her in about a half a second. And that this was the part where he saw that the panties were crotchless. "Yep. You just keep coming back. And I've got no idea why..."
Raph stared at her, eyes glued. The pressure in his shell doubled instantly as his gaze came to rest on her moist, pouting lips. He swallowed hard, considering what it would mean to fuck her right then and there. But up against the dresser wasn't entirely...stable. "I can give you several damn good reasons why..."
She straightened again, pushing herself up from the dresser, a pair of shorts in her hand. She turned to face him, and grinned at the look on his face. She could see the fire in his eyes. She leaned back on the dresser to put the shorts on. "Really?" she teased. "Like what?"
Rstrastraightened. No way in hell he was going to let her put those shorts on. He moved forward and grabbed her shoulders, spinning her back around. Unstable or not, the dresser was available. And he was too damn hard inside his shell to care. He wanted her and he wanted her now.
"Like this, for one," he rasped.
She laughed, and let him press her down, parting her legs just slightly. She braced against the top of the dresser, still holding the shorts in one hand, avoiding the little knacknacks on its surface. Raph pressed close, letting his hips brush against her rear. He could smell her arousal and smiled at the thought that she wanted this as badly as he did. He leaned in and brushed her hair out of the way before kissing her neck, flicking his tongue against her skin. It ran across his lips then, savoring the taste of her as his free hand reached around to massage her clit, getting her juices flowing. "Would you like me to show you more reasons why I come back?"
She rubbed back against him, feeling her nerves jump as his fingers brushed her clit. Her legs parted wider, her back arching slightly. ".. y.. yeah..." She grinned, her eyes sliding closed. "Show me everything you got, baby..."
He relaxed, allowing himself to descend from within the painfully constricting confines of his shell. She moaned again at the feel of his hot, hard shaft against the inside of her thigh. She dropped her head forward, relaxing her muscles, her hips still grinding back against him. He nibbled lightly at her neck as he continued to stroke and caress her clit. The other hand made way way around up to her breasts, caressing and teasing them with no real pattern. "Oh I'll show you everything I've got, all right..."
She reached down and found his shaft, holding it gently as she stroked her thumbnail back and forth over his head. She guided him up, to her entrance, and rubbed him against her wetness. "Mmm... baby... fuck me..." Raph growled lustily at her words and held her tight as her fingers ran up the length of his shaft to his balls. He didn't have any patience left - not that he had much to begin with - and in one quick thrust, he was inside her. She gasped at the sudden fullness, a sensation bordering pain, her walls stretching around him. He held her close, letting her get used to the feeling before he began to slide back and forth. She shuddered, her nails caressing his sac as she found his rhythm, thrusting back against him. She smiled, her head still down and facing the dresser top. Damn that felt good...
It didn't take long for him to build up speed and force, the pressure almost too much for him to bear. One of his hands held her firmly by the hip to keep her steady while he pounded into her and the other alternated caresses between her breasts and clit. He could feel the heat rising, building, driving him wild as he felt her wet slit encase his aching shaft.
"Yes... Mmm..." The sound of her voice was driving him wild. He pressed hard inside of her, thrusting up, nearly taking her off of her feet. "Yeah... Come inside of me, Raph..." She let her vocal chords go, giving them over to the pleasurable feelings inside of her. She knew he liked that. She thrust back against him in time to his movements inside of her, pacing her breathing. "Come for me... I wanna feel you let go..."
A low growl escaped him as he felt his shaft twitch, his balls tighten. He knew then that it was too late to even think about holding back any longer. Both hands grasped her hips tightly as he pounded into her, howling loudly as the spasms of orgasm tore through his body. She groaned, matching his cry with one of her own. She wasn't trying to fake anything, and her body wasn't ready yet for orgasm, but that was okay. It was enough to feel him explode inside of her, to know she'd made him come, and to know he was satisfied. That was more than enough. For now. She knew him. She knew he'd repay her later. For now, justjust let him pound her, and rocked back and forth with him, still caressing his balls gently. "Mmm... yeah..."
Raph kept thrusting into her, groaning and growling until he was spent, at least for the moment. He knew she hadn't peaked, but it didn't matter at the moment. He'd make her come twice as hard later. For now, his body was enjoying this feeling of floating on air. He churred softly as he rested his chin against her shoulder, breathing in her scent as he let his body come down, his cock twitching occasionally within her until he finally pulled out.
She smiled as she straightened, her fingers brushing once more over his sex as she stood. She turned to face him, smiling as she ran her fingers over her slit, then raised them to her lips, licking them clean. Her eyes locked first on his and then dropped down to his shaft. "I'd lick that clean for you too," she teased quietly. "But I don't wanna wear you out too early on."
He watched her, the corners of his mouth turning up just slightly in a grin. "You can wear me out. I'll recover."
She grinned at him and licked her lips, leaning back on the dresser with her legs spread so he still had access to the lingering scent of sex in the room. She was used to him, and she knew his triggers, what turned him on. What kept him turned on. She thrust her chest out slightly. The black sports bra was hardly sexy, but it didn't really matter at that point. She could've been wearing a garbage bag and he would still think her the hottest woman to ever walk the planet.
He watched her carefully as she seemed to debate for a moment, then stepped forward and slowly knelt down at his feet, cupping both hands around his balls. She moved her head around him, breathing out over his shaft slowly before finally running her tongue up the entire length of it, from his tip all the way up to his balls. She paused there, sucking first one and then the other into her mouth and swirling her tongue around him. A quiet moan escaped him. That felt so good...
She kissed and caressed him until she felt him slowly beginning to grow hard again, then pulled back and opened her mouth wide. He let out a long, slow breath as she drew his organ deep into her throat. She felt him tense, then relax again as she slowly pulled him in and out of the tight, hot sheath. She could taste the salt of their sex, and lapped it up hungrily, pumping his cock in and out until she felt his hands on the back of her head. But to her surprise, he didn't pull her against him. Instead, he held her still while he slowly drew back, reluctantly withdrawing from her mouth.
She let him go, and flicked her tongue over his head once more as he stepped back. Her eyes slowly raised to his and she smiled up at him. "You're not gonna let me finish?"
"Mmm... I already owe you, baby. Let's not overdo it."
She grinned, and accepted his hand as he offered it. He pulled her to her feet and slipped an arm around her waist. "So tell me." His eyes ran down between them and back up, and he pulled her in close, pressing her breasts hard up against his plastron. "What do you want from me?" He grinned at her. "Or should I just put it on my tab."
She smiled back. "Eh. Put it on yer tab. Your credit's good here."
She stroked her fingers over the side of his face and leaned in to kiss the side of his neck gently before stepping back. He let her go, lightly caressing her cheek before taking a step back to lean against the wall. He was curious about all the bags he'd seen her drop on the sofa and while he might have wondered about why she'd bought 'em, he'd rather see her try 'em on. And take 'em off again. "So what's with all the clothes?"
She slipped the shorts on and walked out into the living room, not bothering to put on a shirt. The sports bra was modest enough, and she wasn't going anywhere. She cast a lingering look at the bags and packages on the sofa. Her sais were beside them, and she bent down and swept them up into her hands, feeling their weight. Behind her, she could feel Raphael come into the living room. She faked a convincing smile as she turned to him. "I felt like going on a shopping spree," she teased. "That okay with you?"
Raph watched her put her shorts on with interest before following her into the living room. "Heh... yeah. Was kinda hopin' you'll give me a show."
She turned and flopped down on the leather couch, stretching her arm across the back of it and crossing her legs at the knees. She rolled her shoulders back and sprawled in a moderately seductive pose, grinning at him. She had one weapon in each of her hands, toying with them absently. "Maybe I will," she offered, a seductive grin crossing her face. She uncrossed her legs and lay back on the arm opposite the bags, bringing one arm up above her and twirling the sai in the air. "But business before pleasure, you know."
Raph arched an eyeride as he watched her pose and sprawl across the sofa. "Business, eh? What sort of business?"
She turned to look at him and slowly brought her hand down. Her eyes locked on his as she ran the tip of the sai along the side of her face, across her neck, and down her chest, between her breasts. Raphael tensed visibly and she smiled. She wasn't sure why, but she was having an insanely good time teasing him right now. Maybe it's the new look...
She didn't answer as she left that hand, and the weapon, on her chest, and brought the other one up. She looked away from him, closing her eyes, and slowly ran her tongue up the length of the metal blade, all the way to the tip. His eyes narrowed slightly, his cock hardening again. If he wasn't going to be exhausted for later he had to put an end to this. He would have plenty of time to enjoy her tonight.
"How about putting those to a better use than drivin' me insane?"
She brought the weapon down along her chest and turned to smile seductively. She couldn't think of a better use for them than making him insane, but she knew what he meant. She hadn't meant to invite him to spar, but it seemed she'd done so. And she knew she really should battle with him. She'd been slacking off lately, and he probably knew it. If not, he'd know it pretty quickly when he got her on the mat. She was pretty sure he hadn't been slacking.
"That an invitation?" she pressed.
Raph chuckled softly and withdrew his sais from his belt. "Heh. Take it as you will, baby."
She knew now that it most certainly was an invitation. She chuckled as she stood up, and the air of seduction was gone. Okay. She could hand the reigns over for a while. She controlled the bedroom, but the dojo was his. There was no doubt about that. She turned her own weapons inward and motioned him back, onto the mat. She braced on the edge, and waited for him to set up.
Raphael stepped back, close enough to the wall to give her plenty of room to maneuver around and toward him. He held his sais low, watching her, not in any particular stance. She was at the edge of the mat, and he wasn't going to rush her when she had nowhere to go. He grinned at her, more than confident. "Yer move, baby."
She was slow. He knew it the moment her muscles tensed in anticipation of movement. She was slow and unsure. Moreso than she usually was. She would go for an attack she was comfortable with, not necessarily one she thought would work. Her concentration was off. All of this, he knew when she blinked, just before she moved, and he slipped easily into a defensive stance, arms and sais held across his chest. His weapons were sharpened. Hers were not. He had to be careful.
She rushed in, faking a knee thrust for his lower plastron before following it in with a slash for the upper arm. She wasn't nearly as confident as her opponent. She knew full well she was out of practice and he'd called her to make the first move. He was testing her skill, and it wouldn't take him long to realize just how rusty she was.
One of his arms came down, hitting her knee with the sai that ran along his arm rather than to use his arm in itself. His other weapon caught hers, and twisted it around her in a high arc. The arm that had blocked hers moved up and forward, forcing her to either back up or take the blunt end of the sai to her sternum. That was a killing blow if she didn't back up fast enough.
She brought her knee back down while her one arm went in its arc out of the way and backed up quickly enough to avoid the strike to her sternum. It took her a second to realize that his feet had never moved, stance never broke, eyes never left hers in the fraction of a second it took for all of this to happen. She moved back in again, bringing the arm that had been pushed aside in towards his side. Her other arm slid in to push his arm aside, moving in with her foot to hook it around his leg in an attempt to bring him down.
He slid into a crane stance, the foot she'd tried to hook up and behind his opposite knee. He blocked the strike to his side with little effort, watching her carefully. His breathing was slow and measured, eyes calm. Mildly frustrated with her inability to match wits with him tonight, among other things, she stepped back, switching to defensive mode. She didn't have the focus to attack him tonight, not with this job and other things on her mind. Perhaps it would be easier to defend instead of attack.
He watched her step back. Okay. He could play this game too. There was a brief pause, and he brought his raised leg down, forward, and rested his weight on it. The back leg braced, zenkutsu-dachi, and he held that position for a moment, watching her breathe. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he did nothing to hide it. Without warning, he pushed off with his back leg, springing forward at heThe The sais turned outward, and the point of one went toward her midsection. The other went for an obvious, and not particularly lethal, attack for her head. That one wasn't a killing blow, but it'd hurt like hell if it connected. She braced for impact and used one sai to block the attack headed for her midsection and push it aside, the other going to block the blow for her head. Pushing off her back leg, she brought her knee up towards his side.
He pulled back both attacks, knowing full well they were both blocked, and dropped back, out of range of her attack. The sais twirled in again to a reverse hold, the blades along the inside of his forearms. His weight braced on his back leg, and he raised the front in a snap kick. She dropped and swept her leg at his bracing stance, hoping to knock him back onto his shell while avoiding the kick. She kept a grip on her sais, but at the moment, chose not to use them.
He jumped to avoid the sweep and spun to the side, his back to her for the briefest of moments. He braced forward, at her side, and immediatelun iun into a roundhouse kick with his back leg. She wasn't raised yet, but she would be by the time he connected. She began to raise up, just barely seeing the roundhouse coming in time to duck back out of the way. She had about a tenth of a second to bend back. She rolled and sprang to her feet with her sais drawn, breathing a bit heavily.
His foot still hadn't come down when he turned his weapons out. He watched her regain her footing, and her stance, and waited. He could see her frustration, and the thin sheen of sweat that had broken out over her skin. Maybe he should ease off a little... Not that he had any intention of letting her win; she wasn't a child. He knew damn well she could hold her own. But his training far surpassed hers, and he knew it. It wasn't even remotely a fair fight. He slowed his movements just slightly, and limited himself to one attack at a time. The idea wasn't to kick her ass into the next century... He raised a hand and motioned her forward.
She took a moment to make sure she was steady on her feet and watched him carefully. Back to attacking now. She was no more confident now as she had been a moment ago, this latest round of exchanges doing nothing to help reassure her. She dashed in, aiming the butt end of one sai for his chin whilashlashing with the other across his midsection. He tilted his head to the side to avoid her upper blow, and caught her lower weapon between the prongs of his own. He jerked it hard, to the side and back against her arm. She had a choice to let it go or let it break her wrist. She chose to let it go, watching the weapon as it flew out of her hand and skittered across the mat, leaving her minus one sai.
She took the moment to aim a kick at his knee, again hoping to knock him off his feet while bringing the arm that had been blocked down to slice across the top of his thigh opposite the leg she was kicking at. He jumped back, a bit surprised at her quick recovery, and avoided both attacks. He stepped back again, letting his turn to attack pass him. He watched her, a quiet fire in his eyes. She was disarmed. Well, at least partially. He knew he could go for her other weapon too, but decided against it. Maintaining the defensive stance, he placed his hands together, the blades of his weapons against each other, and tossed them to the edge of the mat. They clanged loudly against each other, a sound that almost made him flinch, and he raised his empty hands defensively. He didn't care if she kept her sai or not.
She considered it for a moment, then tossed her remaining sai aside. Sure he could probably take her unarmed, and blindfolded as well. But this was a friendly spar. She watched him maintain a defensive stance, knowing that he wanted her to attack yet again. She rushed in again, going for a point near his shoulder while jabbing at his wrist with the other hand. He dodged to the side and spun, directing both of her attacks to the wall that had been behind him. His hand moved in, lightning quick, toward the side of her neck, and he pulled the other one back before his body fully decided what to do with it. One move at a time... But this was so instinctive, so firmly ingrained in him, that it took conscious effort to control the moves and stop them from happening.
She turned and blocked the strike aimed for her neck before jabbing at his elbow this time with the other. Her heel headed down towards his instep, though less focus was on that attack as the one headed for his elbow. He could feel the light sweat breaking out on his skin, his breathing still controlled and measured, but slightly deeper than it was normally. He could smell her scent as clearly as his own, and see the sweat on her brow. She was still wearing the makeup, but she apparently wasn't wearing much of it because it wasn't running all over her face. He could see a thin sheen of moisture across her chest and licked his lips subconsciously. God damn she was hot... His thoughts lingered there, almost too long, and he narrowly avoided the attack she threw at him. He blocked the attack at his arm, and almost didn't have time to react to the lower attack. His foot raised with a fraction of a second to spare, and he suddenly realized he was incredibly off balance. Shit...
She saw it. She dropped and spun around, sweeping at his feet, taking advantage of his momentary loss of balance. Her confidence was bolstering with each attack and she thought that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't as out of practice as she thought. But then again, he could be holding back, too.
He knew there was no way he could regain his balance. He didn't even try. He saw her attack, and let himself fall back before she'd even connected. He hit the mat hard and rolled. He knew she'd read his movements. She'd know he was going to get up. She'd be ready and waiting with another attack when he got back to his feet. He grinned. Good.
She waited for him to get back onto his feet before lunging at him yet again. She jabbed at his neck near his collarbone, his wrist, and made another attempt to take his feet out from under him. She was confident now that she could take him down. But he was on his feet in an instant, one arm back, the other in an attack somewhere in the vicinity of her shoulder even as he dodged her thrust toward him. He kept his "one attack at a time" rule, and his hand lowered from her shoulder, in fact before she'd even had a chance to block it. He kicked forward, driving her back, not sure if she realized just how close she was to the wall.
She began to block the attack towards her shoulder when he suddenly pulled it and switched to the kick. She didn't have time to get out of way. She blocked the kicut out only kept it from breaking her ribs. She thought for certain she'd hit the mat, only to find that her fall was broken by the wall. It was all she could do to keep on her feet, any thoughts of confidence and being capable of matching him tonight gone with that one collision.
In a flash, he brought the arm behind him forward. It was way too fast for her eyes to follow. The only way she knew he'd moved was the sudden feel of cold, sharp steel against her throat. It was his own weapon, sharp, and right up against her neck. They'd tossed them aside, but he'd retrieved it again fair and square. He remained perfectly still, watching her eyes with a dark lust in his own. "Checkmate..."
She swallowed, not daring to move at the feel of ice cold steel against her neck. She wasn't certain if it was her sai or his at first, but the sharp point of the prongs answered that question quickly enough. Every muscle in her body remained tense as she felt his body press in on hers. She knew he wouldn't actually hurt her, but the mere feeling of being so close to death was enough to increase the adrenaline flow in her body. She felt sweat drip down her face, and tried to slow her breathing without much success.
Raph kept pressed close to her for a few moments with his sai up against her throat, letting her sweat for awhile, literally and figuratively. He wasn't about to hurt her, but he was definitely showing her just how dead she'd be if this had been a real match and she'd been the Enemy. At this range, he could smell the sweat and adrenaline and he kept his gaze on her for a moment before he leaned into her, kissing the side of her neck, the weapon not moving from her throat. Very slowly, his tongue trailed toward it, and swirled around the pointed tip, tasting the salt of her heated skin. He could hear her labored breathing, and his own breath came slightly hard.
She felt her nerves jump at the feeling of his soft, wet mouth against her. Her eyes slid closed, a quiet, barely audible moan escaping her as he sucked gently on her throat and then pulled back, still eyeing her hungrily. She watched him, allowing her body to relax as he pulled away from her. Then she reached up instinctively and rubbed the place on her neck where the tip of the weapon had been, her eyes on him. She realized her chest hurt, just below her breasts, and reached up to rub that too. Yeah, I'd say he won that match...
She could still feel the adrenaline in her veins as she swallowed hard and stepped away from the wall. Raph flipped his sai around and tucked it back into his belt, considering the match over for the moment. They were both tired and sweaty and he didn't feel like sparring any longer. Not with her. He'd get a better workout tonight, maybe with Don or Mike. He could see how unnerved she was and wondered just what was going through her head at that moment. But he knew that she wouldn't tell him if she didn't want to and figured it'd be better to just relax her and get her mind off things instead of continuing to worry her.
"You're worn out. How 'bout we call it a night and go hit the shower?"
She avoided his gaze, for no particular reason other than that she was still contemplating the match, and walked to where her first weapon had fallen. She swept it up, and walked to the one that was lying over his other. She grabbed it, and picked his up in the meantime, not thinking. He shifted slightly, eyes narrowing as he watched her pick up his other sai. She hadn't done it to threaten or challenge him, and she likely didn't know better. He let it go as she turned the blade inward and handed it to him, a tight smile crossing her lips. "Yeah, okay."
He took the weapon from her hand and placed it into his belt before reaching up to remove his bandana and tuck it next to his sais. "Let's go then," he motioned to the bathroom.
She could feel sweat trickle in thin streams down the back of her neck as she placed her sais on the rack.e pae paused there for just a moment, her mind wandering. She knew she shouldn't be bothered by the match. His training far exceeded hers and there was no way in hell she expected to beat him. It was more the fact that he'd caught her with something so obvious that bothered her. She pushed it aside and ran her fingers through her hair, a nervous habit that was going to end quickly if she kept getting her hand tangled in the curls of the perm. She walked down the hallway, past the bathroom, to the kitchen, and grabbed a glass out of the cabinet over the sink. She brought it under the faucet and filled it with cool water, and drank it all at once.
Something at the back of Raph's mind tugged at him. Something was bothering her, but he knew better than to ask. If he needed to know, he knew she'd tell him. He still didn't really understand the whole transformation thing, and he wasn't sure he wanted to. At any rate, if she wanted him to know, she'd tell him. He removed his belt and what other little "clothing" he wore, then reached past the shower curtain to turn on the water.
He took a quick step back as something white, fuzzy, and very wet darted out of the bathtub, past him, and out the door. He wasn't often startled, but cats were one of the few creatures that could catch him even remotely off guard. Babs nearly ran her owner over as the door cracked open. Raph smirked. "You got a wet pussy there..."
She rolled her eyes at the obvious innuendo, and half-grinned at him. "Ha ha."
She remained just outside the door, watching him through the wide crack. The thin sheen of sweat on his body reflected the light, and she was content for the moment just to watch him. There was nothing overtly sexual about her stare; she wasn't sizing him up. She just... looked at him. Over his muscled, strong arms, the hard plates over his stomach, his firm thighs. All the way up and down his body, there was not a thing she didn't like about him. She leaned her head sideways against the doorframe, hugging the wall loosely, her eyes wandering.
Raph smirked and let her stare at him. He could read the lust in her eyes, even if she wasn't necessarily trying to show it, and he turned away just long enough to test the water before looking back to her. He enjoyed it when she looked at him like that. There was only one thing he liked more... "You comin' in or you gonna just stare at me all night?"
She smiled faintly, and let it fall as he turned back to her. She didn't move, her eyes just drinking in the sight of him. "You really are incredibly sexy, Raphael," she informed quietly, her voice sincere. "You know that, right?"
Raph just chuckled and walked over to her, taking her shoulders in his hands. "Oh, hell yeah." His eyes darkened as they ran down between them over her body. "Now are you comin' in or not?"
She smiled, then leaned in to kiss him full on the mouth, her hands coming up under his elbows and holding him close to her. Raph hummed softly and held her close, relishing the feel of her soft skin against his. Even though she was soaked with sweat, she still smelled good to him, though that could easily be attributed to the beginnings of arousal on both their parts. He let her tongue probe gently at his for a few moments before she pulled away with a renewed look of lust in her eyes and a smile on her face. "Yeah," she finally whispered.
His smile matched hers as he backed up carefully, guiding them both towards the tub. She laughed quietly as he pulled her forward. She could see the impatience written on his face. "You gonna let me get undressed first, stud?"
Raph paused for a moment, his heels lightly brushing against the cold porcelain. He studied her, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He'd be the first to admit that he was impatient, but he debated letting her go.
"Hmm... maybe. Or maybe I'll have my own private wet T-shirt contest."
She grinned back at him. "I'm not wearing a T-shirt, though," she reminded him.
He shrugged. "Eh. It's the thought that counts."
She shook her head slightly. "How 'bout I just take it off for you?"
Her hands went to his arms, trailing up from his elbows to his shoulders, along the hard lines of his biceps. She made no attempt to take the sports bra off, only pressed hard into him, rubbing against the plates over his chest. Her leg slipped between his, sliding along his thighs.
Raph groaned softly, the pressure between his legs increasing with her rubbing. He tensed slightly, but not out of discomfort yet, only pleasure. He considered his options and finally let her go. "All right, babe. Gimme a good show."
She laughed quietly and stepped back, her fingers working to unbutton and then unzip the jeans. They opened, revealing the red lace he'd already known was there. She turned to face the wall with her back to him and ran hands down her sides to her hips and then around to her front. She knew she could tease him a hell of a lot more than she was willing to at the moment. But she was sweaty and hot and not feeling particularly sexy at the moment. She peeled the sports bra off and dropped it on the floor, then brought her hands down her sides again. Her thumbs hooked in the top of her shorts and she pulled them down over her hips and let them fall to the floor. She rid herself of the lace panties the same way, then slowly turned to face him, offering a seductive smile as she curled her shoulder inward and looked over it at him. "How's that?" she teased. "Good enough?"
Raph grinned, letting his eyes wander up and down over her body appreciatively, moving in to slip his arms around her waist. "Oh yeah. More than good enough."
He tipped his head down and kissed the side of her neck with closed lips, pulling her back toward the tub. She went without hesitation, ducking her head under the stream of lukewarm water. It felt good against her heated skin. He turned her so she was facing him and let the spray pound her shoulders as he pulled the curtain across. Breathing in deep, she ran her hands along her chest, keeping her hair out of the water. There were all kinds of special things she had to do with it now, and she wasn't going to deal with it at the moment.
He watched her, his eyes running appreciatively down her body. He leaned in, his hands resting on her hips as he bent and kissed along her collarbone, licking up the thick drops of water that clung to her skin. A quiet moan escaped her, and she tipped her head back, exposing her throat to him. His kisses ran up the column of her neck as he slipped his hands around to the small of her back and pulled her in tight. He moved up to kiss the side of her face, along her cheekbone to her ear.
She opened her eyes and looked to the side, reaching semi-blindly for the soap bar. She grabbed it, and lathered it in her hand for a moment, then came up to touch his shoulder. Shesagesaged up along the thick cords of muscle in his neck, then back down, her fingers moving around his arm to trail slowly down his side, dragging a trail of soap beh behind them. He allowed his shaft to drop down, and it became a definite presence between them as his hands roamed over her firm ass.
He relaxed, just touching her as her hands worked over him in a slow, methodic exploration over his torso. She traced the designs in the back of his shell, and over the thin skin around it. She held his shoulders as she moved around him, pushing him back under the spray. He felt it wash over him, cleaning off the soap, and gasped as her soapy hands came around his cock, massaging gently. Holding him firmly, she stepped back, pulling him with her, away from the water. He went willingly, watching as she slowly lowered to her knees.
She stroked him slow, moving one hand up under his balls to massage and caress him there. He was erect, and she let the very tip of his shaft brush her chin as she brought both hands forward, up either side. She peeled back his foreskin with her thumbs, and reached for the soap again, lathering it for a moment before it slipped and hit the floor of the tub. She brought her soapy hand up and massaged the tip of his penis with her fingers, listening to the low moans that came from him. Then, very slowly, she moved down his legs, paying special attention to the insides of his thighs and the backs of his knees.
He was growing increasingly impatient, and had to remind himself that he owed her. He let her guide him back under the spray, and her hands ran over as as the soap washed away, lingering over his shaft. He growled softly, fighting back the instinct to throw her against the wall and take her, then and there. He crouched, and grabbed the soap off the floor, running it up the back of her leg as he headed upward.
She smiled darkly as he rose to face her, and he grabbed her shoulder, turning her around so her back was toward him. She relaxed at the feel of his hands dragging the bar of soap over her stomach. The slow, steady lather moved up over her breasts, and he set the soap in its holder on the wall, placing his hands against her. He kneaded with one, and the other teased her nipple incredibly lightly. She moaned softly as her body reacted, her nipples growing hard and erect. His hands moved alongside her body and took her wrists, raising her arms up above her head.
She didn't resist him, tug heg her head to the side. He was very close, but not close enough to be kissed unless she moved back. She parted her lips, an open invitation, and he smiled as he leaned in and kissed her deeply. His erection rubbed against her as his hands moved down her arms. He pulled away from the kiss slowly, and she held the position as he worked all the way down her body and back up. His hands caressed the insides of her thighs, but avoided the aching place between them, and she moaned as he skipped over it, glaring at him as he camek upk up to face her.
"That's not fair," she whispered, a mock pout on her lips.
He laughed quietly as he turned her around to face him again, brushing his thumbs lightly over her hard nipples. "Whoever said it had to be fair?" he challenged.
She pushed him back, feigning offense, and turned her back on him. He saw her own hands move down and stepped forward to grab them, pinning them at her sides as he pressed into her back. "Not yet," he whispered.
"What do you mean not yet?" she challenged.
He breathed out slow over her ear, and kissed her wet skin, the faint smell of soap washing over him. "Let me," he sighed. "I'll do it better than you can."
"Oh really?" she laughed.
He smiled, nuzzling his face against her neck. "Yeah. Really."
"Kinda confident there, aren't you?" she challenged.
"Mmm hmm..."
He moved up, over her jaw, his breathing slow and deep. The warm water pounded on his shell, sending vibrations through him as he worked over her in a slow, methodic probe. One hand reached up and grabbed the shower head off of the wall, running the stream of water down her spine. His foot moved between hers and pushed against them. "Spread 'em," he whispered.
"And if I don't?" she pressed.
"I'm not giving you that option," he grinned back.
He slipped one arm around her waist and pulled her back against him. His hands came to her lower back and he pressed her down until she was bent at the waist. She had to spread her legs to keep her balance, and had to use the side wall as well. He smiled, and placed his feet behind hers to steady her. "Don't move," he ordered.
She growled slightly, but complied. Very slowly, she felt the thick stream of water heading up the inside of her thigh. She gasped audibly as she felt tpraypray brush over her clit and her muscles jumped reflexively. She almost fell, and suddenly real the the reason he was reenforcing her stance.
He smiled, and turned the nozzle of the shower to a hard massage. His free hand slid down and parted her lips wide, stretching her open as the water pounded the inside of her thighs and sprayed everywhere. She groaned, her back arching, legs sprea fur further instinctively. It took him all of five seconds to realize she knew this trick. She'd masturbated this way and she knew how to take it, how to control her body and make it do what she wanted it to. He slowly tipped the handle forward, moving the spray up her slit to her clitoris.
She moaned, her muscles tensing as she closed her eyes and breathed deep. The sudden pressure shot the sensations through the roof, too much to take all at once. Her clit was sensitive - maybe a little too sensitive - and it took everything inside of her not to pull away from the sweet torture. He listened to her breathing, felt her body go rigid, and very carefully slipped his middle finger between the other two, deep into her slit. He held it there, watching her, feeling her muscles clench and release as she moaned.
It took a minute and a half at the most. She came hard, without much warning, and he smiled as he watched her writhe. She was trying hard to be good, and not move, but the intensity was too much. She felt like she was going to pass out. "Raph! Please! Stop!"
Very slowly, he moved the spray overover her stomach, and then simply let it drop, spraying water anywhere it wanted to. His finger slowly withdrew from her wet heat and he raised it to his lips to briefly suck off her juices. It wasn't really meant to be any kind of foreplay, he just didn't want to let any of her sweet taste go to waste. His hands moved to her hips and he held her, slowly bringing her back against his hard shaft. He could smell her scent clearly in the humid air and he growled low in his throat as he rubbed against her. "Mmm... baby, yer so fuckin' hot..."
Her back arched, her ass pressing up to his lower plates and rubbing him. Very slowly, he forged inside of her, a low, rattling hum starting up somewhere deep in his throat. He thrust inside of her with slow, even strokes until he was completely buried, then gave her a few seconds to get used to it before he began to rock back and forth. She groaned. "Please... touch me... use... mmmnnn..."e sme smiled at the lack of coherence, and closed his eyes as he brought his tail forward and touched it to the tip of her clit. Her entire body jumped. "Oh god!"
"That what you want, baby?" he whispered, his voice rough and uneven.
"Yes!"
He circled her tip a few times, then pulled back as he saw just how close she was to coming a second time. He thrust deep inside of her, holding her hips as he brought himself a little closer to the brink. "Yes! Raph!"
Her cries of abandon did more for him than she knew. He groaned and suddenly slowed drastically as he realized he was close, then brought his tail up again to poke and prod at her nerve endings. She screamed. It didn't take long and he felt her muscles spasm around him. He groaned, and let go, pounding into her as he tossed his head back and flowed inside of her.
Her legs nearly gave out from underneath her. Clenched fists pressed hard against the tile wall as she shuddered. She forced herself to remain in place until he slowed, not willing to pull away from him too soon. As she stood up straight again, she nearly fell over before turning and draping her arms around his neck. His arms circled her, and she let him take her weight. He supported her easily, turning to lean back against the wall. She rested her head on his shoulder, breathing hard through the humidity.
A smile crept across his lips as he smelled her sex. "Feel good?" he whispered.
"Oh yeah..."
One hand moved down and caressed the inward curve at the small of her back and down over her ass. "You're great, baby," he whispered. "You got no idea what you do to me."
She half smiled into his neck. "Right. How 'bout you tell me about it after I take a nap, huh?"
He chuckled quietly. "That's my cue to take you to bed, ain't it?"
"Yeah, that would be a cue right there," she grinned.
He pulled away from her for long enough to bend down and turn off the water, then pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped out. A strong arm slipped around her waist and he lifted her out of the tub. She landed a little unsteadily on her feet, still feeling a lot like she was going to collapse, and he caught her in a slow, deep kiss as she regained her footing. "Alright," he whispered as he pulled away. "Take a nap, and then you get to do some modeling for me."
She grinned. "I get to model for you?"
He smirked back at her and bent down to sweep her legs up into his arms. She grabbed onto his neck and held tight as he straightened again. "Yes, you get to," he confirmed.
She laughed quietly. She was too worn out, physically and emotionally, to try and outwit him right now. "Right," she sighed, nuzzling her face into his neck as he carried her toward her room.
***
A young woman of twenty-five showed up in his office five minutes before her scheduled interview. She had an impressive resume, for a woman so young. She'd graduated high school at seventeen, took summer and quick courses, and was out of college by the time she was twenty, and spent two years as a substitute teacher before she was hired to teach English to ninth graders. She'd held that job for the past three years. She had an impressive list of references.
"I've always wanted to teach older kids," she explained with a friendly smile. She sat forward on the edge of her seat, legs crossed and shoulders back. She carried an air of confidence around her that commanded respect, even though she was a woman far younger than her interviewer. "I remember what it was like trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, and I had one teacher who just made all the difference in the world to me. I want to be that person in someone else's life. I want to help these young people reach their goals and dreams. I especially want to help those who grow up in situations where they don't feel like they can make anything of their lives, or those who have made mistakes and now feel that they can't get back on their feet. It's all-important to me just to be an encouragement to them, and to not only teach them facts about writing but also how to use their writing to cope with their lives. I feel it's a very invaluable tool."
The elder man nodded slightly, maintaining steady eye contact. "Have you ever been in an inner-city school?" he questioned. "Did you attend or teach in one? I'm not familiar with the school you've taught in."
A nod answered him. "Yes, I attended a junior high in the Bronx, and also student taught in a rather nasty neighborhood. My recent job was in the suburbs but... I moved here to be er ter to family. I intend to stay here."
He nodded slowly as he stood. She raised as well, and shook his extended hand. "Well, I will certainly check your references and let you know," he smiled. "You seem very well-equipped for the job."
She smiled warmly. "Thank you, sir. I look forward to hearing from you."