For Love or Freedom

Breathless is by the Corrs
She was wearing a tube top, very short shorts, and appeared drunk off her ass. Raphael watched her through the window with a smirk on his face. He'd never known anyone who could have so much fun alone in her own living room without the aid of a vibrator. She was dancing, and singing, a drink in her hands as she whipped her head from side to side, her hips moving to a beat he couldn't hear. He smiled, and turned away, making his way across the street once he was sure it was clear.
She didn't hear him come in. She didn't know he was there until he wanted her to, clearing his throat over the sound of the music. "Raph!" She turned and tackled him for no apparent reason, giving him a big kiss before she jumped back.
He laughed quietly, taking the kiss and spending a moment regaining his balance. "Hi babe..."
She was suddenly laughing, for no apparent reason. "I have alcohol!" He grinned, shaking his head slightly in disbelief as she stumbled to the coffee table and held up a bottle of ninety proof peach schnapps. "Look!"
He nodded. "Yes, I see that."
She laughed again. "I am so drunk, Raph."
"No shit," he mumbled back, chuckling quietly. He saw a shot glass next to the bottle, in addition to the glass in her hand. "You are gonna have one hell of a hangover if that bottle's as empty as it looks..."
"Tempt me... tease me... 'Til I can't deny this..."
She was singing along with the music blaring from the speakers. She held out her free hand to him. "C'mon! Dance with me!"
He grinned again and shook his head. "I don't think so, babe. You might be drunk. But I'm not."
She grabbed the shotglass off the table and tossed it indiscriminately at him. His eyes widened as he just barely managed to catch her bad throw. "Well drink silly!"
He leaned against the wall and smiled as he watched her down the rest of her drink and continue dancing, both hands free now. He walked to the couch and sat down, picking up the bottle to inspect it. Schnapps was nothing new to him, but this smelled like some pretty strong shit to be throwing back. He poured a shot and glanced up at her. She was rubbing at her arm, frowning.
"What's wrong?" he asked, curious as to how she was going to respond.
"Itryitrying to figure out why I'm all slimy."
He grinned. "Um... you're covered in cum?"
She laughed. "No... not yet anyways." She winked at him. "But seriously, no, it's the tanning oil."
He raised an eyeridge. "Tanning oil?"
"Yeah. Coconut suntan oil. I did this for a reason, and I... don't remember what it is. Was. Er, why I did it. I don't remember why I did it."
He continued to smirk at her as she tried to correct her own grammar. He could care less if she was grammatically correct. "You needed lubrication? Maybe wanted to naked oil wrestle?" He threw the shot back and almost gagged as he started laughing at the pathetic look on her face.
"No, Raph," she answered seriously, sounding very offended, her hands on her hips. "There was a reason. I just don't remember it."
He laughed quietly and stood, stepping toward her. "Sounds like a pretty good reason to me..."
"No, I mean a real reason," she pouted. "You don't get it, do you?"
He came up behind her, circling his arm around her waist. Her skin was slimy, and his palm slid easily over her. "I know, baby. I'm sure there was." He kissed the side of her neck lightly, but she promptly pulled away. She didn't want to cuddle; she wanted to dance. She smiled, knowing she had Raph's attention, and moved her hips hard, hair falling in front of her face. He gave a smartass grin in her direction, licking his lips without thinking about it. He was so gonna get laid tonight...
She was snapping her head to the side with such force she was about to knock herself out. Her hips jerked, arms moving over her head... Raph grinned and watched her for a moment as she continued to dance, pouring some more alcohol in himself. She kept going until the song ended, then abruptly stopped, her lower lip in a pout. "I... need some new music."
He jumped out of the way as she sprinted for the CD player. "Oh! I know!" She tripped over to the entertainment center and rummaged through a stack of disks. "I've got a Vanilla Ice CD in here somewhere!"
"Oh, no you don't," Raph laughed, curling his arms around her stomach and pulling her back as the next song started.
She struggled half-heartedly, too drunk to even put up a decent fight. "Oh yes I do. I got Kris Kross too. And New Kids! Oh my god, I have New Kids on the Block! You gotta let me play that!"
He laughed out loud, and let her go a good safe distance from the CD changer as another song started up. "Ya got five CDs in there already, babe. That should be plenty."
She promptly forgot about the desire to change the CD as she noticed Raphael's eyes. He stood a few feet away, and made an open show of appraising her. She smiled, and turned her back to him, smiling over her shoulder as her hips moved. He smiled slightly and stepped into her dance, catching her hips as he moved with her. One hand remained there, on her hip, and the other moved around to her stomach, pressing her back against his plastron. He guided her into his rolling hip movements, his breath hot on her neck.
She smiled as her back arched, shoulders rolling against him. In one quick movement, she tossed her hair to the side, baring her neck, hips moving against him. Her hands ran down along his forearms slowly. The hand on her stomach slid down her front, from navel to crotch. He didn't part her legs, just left his fingers right at her apex. He bit at her neck, and put more rhythm into his shoulders, still grinding with her.
She glanced around the spinning room. It wasn't totally in focus with how incredibly smashed she was. But she smiled as she felt Raph's hands roam. He began to bend his knees, licking his way down the center of her back, petting at her legs. She brought one shoulder forward and watched her back as he moved down it, smiling. He reached the top of her shorts, then slowly stroked his way back up. Her legs parted to get a stronger stance, feet staying pretty much in place as she jerked her hips in time to whatever song it was that was playing. She could feel the beats deep inside of her, but wasn't coherent enough to identify the song.
His hands moved up, cupping her breasts, holding her to himself with them as he continued to match her rhythm. She leaned back, letting his strong arms guide her movements. The current song finished, and she pulled away. She turned and leaned in, kissing his neck hard. He grinned, and tipped his head back in acknowledgement, then backed up as she pushed him away, waiting to see what she was going to do next.
She stepped away, smiling mysteriously at him, and stumbled, only half-able to walk, to the couch and then to the kitchen table. He watched her pour another shot, crossing his arms over his chest with a shrug as she got even more trashed. Finished with the shot, she inspected the tabletop. It was... sturdy.
Raphael arched an eyeridge as she jumped up with careful, delayed movement onto one of the chairs, then onto the top of the table, crouched, head down. She flipped her head back, moving the hair out of her eyes. She rolled her shoulders back and sat up on her knees, then arched back in time with this new song, one arm raising and the other running down the front of her body.
Raph grinned and nodded in time with the music. Okay. This was good. She parted her legs and leaned forward again as her hands ran down the inside of her thighs to her knees. The shorts were very short and it was mostly skin there. She turned 180 degrees and brought her knees up in the process so she was sitting normally, legs bent. Her eyes locked on Raph's and she smiled seductively.
He stepped forward, the beats of the music guiding him until he was standing only three paces from the table. He paused there, and let her continue. Her shoulders rolled again and she tossed her head back, slowly bringing one leg up and extending it into the air, resting it on her other knee. She curled into it, her forehead to her knee, then brought both legs down and laid back, flat on the tabletop.
She turned very carefully, not wanting to fall off it, and brought her knees up under, arms still stretched out along the wood surface. She brought them in slowly, dramatically, and raised them up over her head as she turned her body toward Raph, her hands coming down again over her body. They stopped at the top of her jeans, her hips moving in perfect time with the music. She unsnapped the button and drew the zipper down about halfway, just enough to show a hint of black lace, then pulled her arms behind her, arching her back, shoulders rolling.
Raphael's grin had grown and there was a light in the back of his eyes that said he was enjoying himself a hell of a lot. He was also not buzzed enough to have delayed reflexes. If she fell, well, he'd stepped closer for a reason. She stood slowly, glad she was barefoot or she'd have no traction against the smooth surface of the table and she didn't want to fall from up here. Drunk or not, that'd hurt. The shorts slid to her hips and caught there, her arms going back up above her head. She swayed her hips for a few lingering moments, then bent forward, legs spreading, low enough to touch her spread fingers to the tabletop. It might have given him a good view of her cleavage if she weren't wearing a tight tube top.
She dropped her head and let a few locks of her hair fall in front of her face. Then she snapped back, standing up. It was a little too fast, and she froze for a minute as she straightened to stop the world from spinning. Raph took a step forward, a moment of panic, but she had it under control again. She tried to make it look like she'd meant to do that, moving into her next movement as gracefully as possible.
Her hands pressed flat against her stomach, fingers spread and slipping just slightly under the line of her opened jean cutoffs. Her thumbs moved up, slowly, and slipped beneath her top, her hips and shoulders moving steadily in time with the music. Her hand moved up further, not exposing anything but quite obviously moving up over her breast. Arms across, her other hand slid up and the top raised, but her hands left nothing to be seen. Her head tilted back, her throat exposed.
She spread her legs further and lunged to one side, turning her shoulder in as far as she could without breaking the stance. She almost had her back turned to him, but not quite. She pulled her hands back slowly, lowering the top again, and turned, coming down from the lunge to put her knee to the table. She flipped onto her back, one hand running down to her stomach and drawing the zipper the rest of the way down. The song ended with her flat on her back on the table, the shorts open around her hips, one arm high above her and the other at her side. Her face was turned to Raph, cheek pressed to the cool surface, eyes closed.
The next thing she knew, she was on her bed. She smiled as she sank into the soft blankets. "So what now?" she chuckled as he laid her down. "You gonna take advantage of me?"
His lips closed over hers as he lowered down next to her, his hands sliding up under the tube top to caress her breasts. "Damn. Straight."
She laughed and tipped her head back, spreading out on the bed. "Mmm... take me baby..."
He pulled the top up, over her head, and dropped it on the floor beside them, pulling back to look at her. His hands ran slowly up her sides as she sprawled out on the bed. "You're so beautiful..." he whispered, tracing along the side of her breast.
For some reason the compliment irritated her. "No, I'm not."
He chucked quietly, under his breath. "Okay baby. You're not beautiful. But yer totally sexy and fuckable."
The last syllable had barely left his mouth when he brought his lips to hers. She moaned slightly as he pressed against her with steadily growing pressure. Slowly, he widened her lips with his and shot his tongue into her compliant mouth. Suddenly, she was nervous. She didn't know why. No, she did know. It was the alcohol. But then, she'd never been nervous with him before...
His lips strained and turned against hers as their tongues collided, his body pressing in tightly. She realized he wasn't wearing his belt, or the weapons, and breathed a slight sigh of relief. That was good... She didn't have to worry about being stabbed. He brought his open palm against her yielding breast and gave a gentle squeeze, listening to the sound of their rapid breathing. Her nipple hardened as he plied it between his thumb and finger, pinching and pulling lightly, still kissing her hard. His mouth plunged into hers, and their tongues exchanged moist strokes and counter strokes.
His hand pulled away from her and slipped around behind her back, pulling her up to him, crushing her soft breasts against his plastron. He groaned at the feeling of heat against him, reaching his other hand up to cup and caress her breast again. She arched up against his searching hand. Any nervousness was obscured by her increasing arousal. The touch was warm, and her body could not help but to respond. She clamped her legs tightly together as she felt moisture begin to dampen the crotch of her panties.
He smiled, not entirely sure what she meant by blocking him out like that, but not minding. He drew down the zipper on her shorts and used both hands to hook around her waistband and pull them off. His hand slid down, over her hip and along her smooth skin, then spread her knees apart, half expecting her to resist him. She didn't, opening her legs wide to expose her black lace bikini panties. His hand slid upward, tickling the inside of her thighs before cupping her crotch.
He could feel her wetness against his palm, even through the fabric. Using the pad of his forefinger, her pressed down on her clitoral ridge. Slowly, he moved his finger up and down the dampening furrow. She groaned, thrusting her hips against him. Slipping his finger under the leg band, he traced the oily lips of her sex. His fingers moved gently, pushing the fabric aside. He separated her labia and slowly pressed his thick finger inside of her.
She groaned into the kiss, constricting and tightening around him as he moved in small circles, thrusting into her slowly. She moved against him, matching his rhythm. His lips moved from hers, along her cheek up to her ear. "Does that feel good, baby?"
"Mmm... your fingers are so thick..."
He nipped at her earlobe, finger fucking her harder. His thumb massaged her clit, in time with the gasps and moans emanating from her. Finally, he withdrew and removed his hand from her undergarment. With both hands he reached for her hips, groping for the waistband of the panties. She lifted her hips up as he moved down her body, pulling the panties quickly down her thighs to her knees. He moved down further and drew the shorts down as well, then kissed his way back up her thighs.
Her hands clutched at the back of his head, moaning incoherently as she pulled him upward. An involuntary shiver coursed through her pelvis as he spread her slit and gently blew a rush of cool air over her erect and exposed clitoris. She bucked upward, pulling him in hard. "Yes! Raph! Please!"
His mouth clamped over her, lashing her engorged clit with the tip of his wide tongue. She squirmed underneath him as he grabbed both her buttocks in his hands, straining to keep her still while he accelerated the manipulations of his lips and tongue. He listened to the sounds of her pleasure, plunging his tongue inside of her. His eyes slid closed, a quiet moan escaping him as he tasted her salty sweet secretions. He felt the muscles in her thighs tense and immediately pulled away from her, leaving her at the verge of climax.
She screamed in frustration. "No! Please!"
He raised his head, his face glistening with her sweet juices, and smiled at her as she writhed. She tried to pull him into her again. "Please finish me! I'm so close!"
He moved down, pulling her shorts and panties down to her ankles. He dropped them both to the floor before he spoke. "In a minute baby..."
"Now!"
He laughed quietly. "You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes!"
He smiled as he relaxed, his tail extending, his shaft dropping down into his hands. He breathed out slow, giving himself a few long, satisfying strokes. A quiet moan escaped him, and he took her hand, guiding it to his cock as he lowered his body over hers.
She squirmed beneath him, but he held her firmly. His erection was hot to the touch, pulsing and throbbing in her hand. He thrust his finger inside of her again, massaging her clitoris with his thumb. He watched her. She was biting her lower lip, her inner muscles dilating and contracting around his fingers. The spasms were warning signs of her approaching orgasm. She spread her legs as far apart as she could and braced herself for penetration as he crouched over her. Reaching back, he wrapped her legs over his and lowered his body.
She guided him to her slick, slippery entrance and he moved in easily. He moaned as he began to pump, pushing his hips back and forth slowly. She responded by driving upwards to meet his attack. Her legs clenched hard around his and her vaginal muscles tightened, squeezing and milking his cock rhythmically. He groaned and turned his face into her, grabbing the flesh of her neck between his teeth. His tongue was soothing as it licked her sweating skin. But his teeth were merciless, biting down and holding her as his lips sucked on her hard.
She gave brief thought to the prospect of trying to cover up a hickey, and let it go. If he wanted to leave his mark on her, he could go right ahead. She had makeup, and she was quite an artist with it. She moaned as he sucked harder, his strokes growing faster. She felt her body rock back every time he thrust into her. Instinctively, she grabbed for his sac. Taking both his testicles in her hand she gently twisted, massaging him.
He cried out into her neck, his entire body tensing as he plunged his hard shaft deeper into her. She felt the pace increase, and her nerves sang, driving her upward again at an incredible pace. Her hand moved to her clitoris, and she felt his hard plates on the back of her hand as she flicked the sensitive head. She rubbed him with the back of her hand as she stroked herself. He groaned loudly, thrusting into her once more, hard. She felt him twitch and pulse as white hot fluid shot out of him, deep into her body.
She felt as thought all the breath had been squeezed from her lungs. His final battering came in quick, frantic movements. She massaged her clitoris hard, thrusting up against him as she felt him let go. Just as she thought she might not make it before he was through, her climax hit hard. She writhed, shook, and shuddered in ecstasy as his own strokes slowed.
His body moved as if in slow motion, suddenly it was over, and he opened his eyes to watch her release. She whimpered, her breathing irregular, eyes squeezed shut as she hit the top and gently rode the waves of pleasure back down. He stayed inside her for a few moments, still stiff but not painfully so, stroking slowly as he watched her moan and pant. Finally, he felt her body relax. Her eyes opened, and she stared up at him as he smiled warmly. "Good for you?" he whispered.
She nodded, still unable to speak, and he kissed her cheek before gingerly pulling out and turning over on his back. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her with him, guiding her head under his chin. He held her close, cradling her, listening to the sound of their breathing. "Raphael?"
"Mmm?"
"You can take advantage of me anytime you want..."
He laughed quietly, fingers coming up to stroke her hair. "Sleep," he ordered quietly.
She smiled, and her hand slid down the front of his body to his shaft. She fell asleep stroking her fingers over him gently.
***
"So what's your fantasy?"
He kept his eyes closed, his fingers stroking back and forth over her upper arm. It was interesting how she came up with these questions out of the clear blue. Even more interesting was the fact that she expected him to answer. She glanced up, but he didn't react at all to the question. She half-smiled at him. "C'mon baby. You gotta tell me if you want me to fulfill it."
"Never said I did," he answered quietly, eyes stillsed.sed.
She pulled away slightly and watched him, her smile falling. "Oh, come on. You can't tell me?"
He didn't answer, didn't react. She pulled completely away from him and crossed her arms over her chest. "Okay, so why not? Don't tell me you're ashamed of your fantasies."
Still, he showed no emotion. "I never said that."
She pressed into him again, rubbing her breasts against his chest. "Why, then?"
He opened one eye and studied her. He knew the answer to that question, but he wasn't really sure how she'd take it. He didn't really want to piss her off right now. Aw, fuck it. What do you care anyhow? "I got trust issues, baby."
"You don't trust me?" she challenged.
"I trust you to a point."
"Not to that point?"
"No."
She gave him a skeptical look, but he could tell she wasn't offended. "It's just a fantasy, Raph. What, you think it'll make me think of you differently?"
"No."
"You think I wouldn't do it for you?"
"No."
"Then what?"
"It's just not information that I'm willing to offer, baby."
"Why not?"
"Let's talk about something else."
She growled slightly and rested her head on his plastron again. If she hadn't been curious before, she definately was now. Her mind was racing over what he could possibly want that he didn't feel he could tell her. She'd never in a million years thought he'd be anything but willing to play out sexual fantasies. Especially when she was promising a "yes" answer in exchange for the information.
"If I guess it, would you tell me?" she tried.
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
She growled, and he chuckled quietly, to himself. His arms slid around her, pulling her in tight, and he kissed her hair. She was quiet for a few minutes. "Will you ever tell me?" she finally asked, her voice low and sincere.
He considered that for a moment. "No."
She sighed. That was as close to an answer as she was going to get, and she knew it. She rubbed her cheek against his chest, fingers slipping into the space between his plastron and carapace, caressing skin gently. But her brain wouldn't leave it alone.
"Domination?"
He couldn't help but smile. She wouldn't let it go... "No."
"Bondage?"
"No."
"Outdoors? Like on a rooftop or something?"
"Nope."
"Threesome?"
"I could have that any time I wanted it, baby; that ain't a fantasy."
"More than three?"e she shrugged slightly. "What difference does it make? Body can only do so many things at once..."
She growled. "What then? You're not even gonna give me a clue?"
"I ain't even gonna answer you if you get it right; why would I give you a clue?"
"You'd lie to me?"
"Yep."
"Why?"
"I already told you."
She frowned. She didn't like that answer. Her mind ran over every possible scenario, even the ones that didn't seem to fit him. "Watching another couple?"
"What's the fun in that?"
"Incest?"
He cringed. "Babe... that's wrong."
"Well, not real life. Not with real family. Just... playing it out."
"No."
"Anal sex?"
"No."
"Random one-night... no, wait."
He laughed. Her mouth was working before her brain thought it through. "In a car?"
"No."
"Alley?"
"That qualifies as outside."
"So no?"
"No."
She thought hard. Anything even remotely obvious to her, she'd covered. Now she wracked her brain for anything she'd ever read or heard of. It wasn't that she thought he'd say "yes" no matter what. But she hoped that if she guessed it, maybe, somehow, he would react in just the slightest way. "Submission?"
"No."
"Scat?"
"Yuck."
"Good." She breathed a slight sigh of relief. "Prostitute?"
He opened one eye again. "Prostitute?"
"Like... paying for sex?"
He laughed. "Why the fuck would I want to pay for it?"
She shrugged. "'Cause it's a fantasy?"
"No."
"Animals?"
He laughed again. "Think about that for a minute."
"No?"
"No."
"French maid?"
He considered that for a moment. "Interesting, but no."
"In an elevator?"
"That's fun. You ever tried that?"
"No."
"You should."
She ignored that comment, and continued. "Fisting?"
"No."
"Being ridden?"
"Ridden?"
"Yeah, like... horse bit and reigns and..."
"Stop right there."
She laughed at the flat tone of his voice. "No?"
"No."
"Macrophelia?"
"No."
"Micro-"
He cut her off. "No."
"Medical? Like enemas?"
"No."
"Food?"
"What about it?"
She looked up. Had she hit something? But the look on his face was not at all changed. Still, she was careful. "Like... fucking food? Hot dogs and cucumbers sort of..."
"No."
"Eating food off of someone?"
"No."
"Having food eaten off of..."
"No food."
She frowned and lay her head back down on his chest. He smiled. It was interesting to hear some of the things she could come up with. "Shoe or foot fetish?"
"No."
"Leather fetish?"
"No fetish."
"Wax torture?"
"No."
"Any other kind of torture?"
He grinned sadistically. "Define torture."
Oh ho! She had something! "Pain?"
"In a general sense?"
"Yeah."
"No."
She growled. Cold again. "A specific kind of torture?"
"Like what?"
"Cock and ball torture?"
"No."
"Minimalist bondage? Using thread on sensitive areas?"
He considered that for a moment. "Interesting thought."
"Yes?"
"No."
She growled. "Asymetric bondage?"
"What's with the bondage? That was the first thing you asked and I said no."
"Chastity belt?"
He hesitated for a long moment. "No, probably not."
"Probably not?"
"No."
"Sensory deprivation?"
He didn't answer.
"Yes?"
"No."
His voice was just as flat and emotionless as it had been, but she tucked the information away for future reference. Not that she had the means to do anything with it...
"What else?" she asked.
He laughed. "What else? This is your game, baby, you tell me."
"Spanking?"
"No."
"Rape?"
He stopped cold. "Okay, baby, you know what?" He pulled away. "Why would you even think that?"
His voice held a tone that clearly told her he was offended. She studied him carefully. "Same reason I thought of incest?" she offered. "It's somebody's fantasy."
His eyes narrowed slightly. "It's wrong."
"Well, what if she was willing?"
"Willing how? As in she asked for it? That's fucking bullshit."
"No, willing as in it's a role play fantasy."
"Then it's not rape. It's consentual."
"No... I mean..."
"Baby?" She looked up as he cut her off. His eyes were cold. "Drop it, okay?"
She closed her mouth. That was not at all the reaction she'd hoped for. She sighed deeply and rested against him again, her forehead against his neck. That was a sore spot for him. She wasn't sure why, and she knew better than to ask. That was okay. It made her feel better than if he'd given her a "yes" on that.
"Have you ever been raped?"
Her eyes widened slightly, somehow surprised that he'd asked her that. "No," she answered. "Why?"
His fingers stroked slowly over her upper arm, his head resting against hers. "'Cause I was just thinkin'. If you were. All the things I'd do to the bastard."
She smiled faintly and reached up to touch the side of his face. "Down boy," she whispered playfully.
He growled just slightly, nuzzling her. His arms wrapped around her protectively. "Right," he mumbled.
She breathed deep, and kissed his skin lightly.
***
Mikey was bored. He knew he was bored when he found himself tossing a pencil up into the air and seeing how many times he could make it spin around before he grabbed it again. He was bored, he was alone, and he'd watched damn near every movie in the lair, no less than a dozen times each. He thought of going to rent one, and realized he was too lazy to do that. Instead, his eyes darted to Raphael's bedroom door.
Leo and Raph were both out. Splinter was asleep. God only knew what Don was doing in the corner of the lair, but Mike could hear the sizzle of a small blowtorch. Or whatever the hell it was that Donny called that thing. Mike's eyes went back to Raph's room, and he finally got up. Anything Raph kept in his room, Mike probably wouldn't want to watch out in the living room, but there was a better chance of him finding something in there that he didn't have memorized.
He stood quietly and crept to the room. He tried the handle, half-expecting it to be locked. Lucky for him, it wasn't. It pushed open easily and he stepped inside, nearly tripping over the mess on the floor. "Geez," he mumbled under his breath. "Raph's room's even messier'n mine." He chuckled at the thought. "That's just wrong."
He tiptoed through the piles, not even wanting to know what they could be made of, and found the collection of DVDs on the shelf over the dresser. He looked, eyes skimming over the titles. "Seen it... seen it... seen it and hated it..." He frowned. This couldn't be all he had...
His eyes scanned the room. Raph had VHS tapes around here somewhere. Most of those movies didn't have much in the way of plot, but they had plenty of skin. And Mikey had no particular objection to skin. As long as he watched it on the TV in his bedroom, it'd make no difference to anyone else. But he had to find the tapes first.
He rummaged through drawers, opening and closing them again. He was well aware of the pain he was going to endure if Raph ever found out he'd been snooping around in his dresser drawers. But Raph wasn't likely to be back anytime soon. He'd have plenty of time to watch and replace the tape, and Raphael would never even know.
He found them after some poking around, and his eyes scanned the title. "Fill Her Up... Bra Busters... Fire in the Hole..." He grinned at that one, but kept skimming over the titles. A little bit of plot would be nice. "Deep Inside the Secretary... Oral Majority..."
The video that caught his eye was the one that was painfully out of place. He raised an eyeridge as he pried the tape out of its slot and studied it for a moment. The label, scrawled in Raph's messy handwriting, read "Documentary". Michaelangelo stared at that for a moment. "Why on earth would he have a tape labeled Documentary?" he mumbled, thinking out loud. "I didn't think he knew what The Learning Channel was."
More importantly, and more interesting to him personally, was the question of what he could've possibly found interesting enough on The Learning Channel to tape. He was intrigued. He tucked the tape under his arm and shoved the drawer closed again, then hop, skipped, and jumped his way back to the door.
He considered flopping down in front of the big screen and blaring the hell out of the educational program. But he decided against it. Master Splinter was trying to sleep, after all. He cast a brief look at his brother before climbing to his room and closing the door behind him.
He kicked his way through the mounds of crap and shoved the tape into the VCR. He hit play, and flopped down on the bed to watch.
Five minutes later, his eyes huge, he turned it off again.