For Love or Freedom

Raphael opened his eyes and immediately knew something was wrong. He wasn't alone. Very slowly, he turned. He was in his own bed, and that severely limited the number of people it might be beside him. He growled as he saw her asleep, and considered just shoving her out of the bed. But he thought better of it, and merely pulled the covers down, letting the blast of cold air wake her up. Even in the summer, it got chilly down here.
She moaned, groping blindly for the covers, but he kept them out of her reach. "What are you doing here, Ivy?" he demanded coldly.
She smiled at the sound of his voice, curling into him for warmth. He pulled away. "Ivy..."
Her eyes opened and she peered up at him, then turned onto her back and stretched. His eyes wandered over her body, almost involuntarily, but cut back to her face before she could notice it. "What's the matter, lover?" she grinned, watching his cold expression. "You upset?"
"Get outta here."
She reached up and brushed the side of his face gently. She sighed. "Yeah, okay. Just gimme a minute to wake up, huh?"
He glared, but lay back down. His hand remained at his side, not touching her. She didn't mind. She nuzzled against his neck. "You're tense, Raphael," she whispered quietly. "Are you that mad at me?"
He considered that for a moment, but didn't answer. He certainly didn't like the fact that she'd wandered into his room in the middle of the night any more than he liked the fact that he hadn't noticed it. But he wasn't really as mad at her for it as he felt like he should be. He sighed, but didn't speak to her. His eyes drifted around the room, not closing even though he knew that if she was going to do anything detrimental to him, she'd already had plenty of opportunity to do it.
She gauged his reaction, and slowly reached up to massage at his shoulder. "You okay? Is there anything..."
Her words were cut off as she suddenly found him kissing her. She blinked in surprise, and slowly got over the shock, returning the slow, deep kiss. She moaned slightly, her hand slipping back behind his neck. He did rus rush the kiss, probing deeply at the inside of her mouth. Very slowly, he pulled away, licking her lips as he did. "Just quiet," he ordered. "There's nothing you can do."
She smiled, pressing against him again. "Okay."
He slipped an arm around her waist, keeping her close. He wasn't the least bit interest in her sex. He was even less interested in her love. But as long as she was here, she was warm. It felt good with her body pressed against him. And sooner or later, she was going to realize that was as far and deep as his feelings for her went. He sighed deeply and brushed his fingers back and forth over the small of her back. His eyes looked back over his room. Something was out of place. And it wasn't just the woman in his bed. Something felt strange, inside of him. It was making him distinctly uncomfortable.
The feel of her lips on his neck brought him back to the present. "Raphael?"
"What?"
She sighed deeply. She had to ask. It had been bothering her for so long, she had no choice. But she cringed as the words left her lips. "Are you seeing someone else?"
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head a little in disbelief. "Ivy?"
"What?"
"Get the fuck outta my bed."
***
She stood still at the window, arms crossed tightly over her chest as she looked down the street. She felt sick, somewhere in the pit of her stomach, and she wasn't entirely sure why. No, she knew what was making her feel this way. She just didn't understand why it had such an effect on her. She'd gotten the job, things were going great... and she felt like shit.
Her biggest concern had always been that she might fall in love with a target. That went against every rule, and would make it intensely difficult to go through with an assignment. But this wasn't love. Hell, she didn't even know the kid. It was just the fact that she knew he was a kid. Pity. Her second greatest enemy. She sighed as she turned from the window and walked to the desk that held her computer. She leaned against it and sighed. It mattered very little what she wanted. She'd been hired, and made an agreement, and she had no choice but to go through with it.
"Nice desk." She started, a slight gasp escaping her as she turned to see Raphael in the doorway, smirking slightly. "We haven't broken that one in yet."
Her muscles slowly untensed as she realized who it was. "No. No we haven't..." She glanced at the computer and sighed as she stood up straight again. "And we won't either. If this computer gets broken, it's my ass. I can't afford to replace it right now."
He moved into the room, pausing for half a second to examine the piece of anatomy in question. "You don't have to replace it. It looks just fine." The smirk got a little wider. "And any damage I do to it'll heal."
He came up behind her, his hands going immediately to her hips. There was nothing like telling him he couldn't to make him stubborn. She tensed, shrugging him off and ducking away. "That's not what I was talking about," she mumbled. She turned to glance at him. She was sure he knew exactly what she was talking about. He wasn't stupid. Just too horny for his own good sometimes. She reached up and condescendingly patted the side of his face, offering a slight smile. "Not right now, huh?"
He caught her wrist, and twisted it. It wasn't enough to injure her, but enough that she had to spin with the motion or risk it. He twisted it behind her back, trapped between their bodies, and dropped his head so he was whispering in her ear. "Don't patronize me, baby..." His free hand slid under the hem of her shirt, brushing the skin just below her navel.
She sighed. Any other time, his take-charge routine might have excited her. But her thoughts were scattered, torn between the list of things she had to do and thoughts she liked even less. She didn't fight him, but she couldn't hide the tense, almost nervous feeling inside of her at his closeness to her. She couldn't explain it. She'd not felt this way before, pressed against any man. Even those who she knew had committed cold-blooded murder. She calmed the uneasiness by reminding herself that she trusted him, and leaned her head back, resting it on his shoulder. "Raph... come on."
His hand crept higher on her stomach, until the backs of his fingers brushed the undersides of her breasts. He let his hand linger there, just below the band of her bra, and stroked the flesh with feather light touches. They'd been seeing each other long enough; he knew he just had to get her turned on enough to forget where she was, what she'd been doing, whatever was eating at her.
He let go of her wrist, and snaked that hand up her spine until it was buried in her hair. He made a fist, using his grip to tilt her head to one side, and slid around a bit so he could reach her neck with his mouth. She sighed again and let him tilt her head, not relishing the idea of the pain in resisting him. "Raph, I mean it. Knock it off."
Her voice was firm, but she reached up and touched the side of his face gently. She didn't want to push him away, but she really wasn't interested in his advances. There was too much she had to think about right now. Too much on her mind to let her even think of relaxing. He kept up his work on her neck for a long moment, tongue and lips and teeth touching and caressing her. Finally, he pulled away just slightly from her throat, but not from the hand she had against his face. He leaned into that just a little, returning light pressure.
He pulled his fingers out of her hair, and down, over her shoulder, across her chest, pulling her back in tight against his plastron. One hand under her shirt, one hand over, he held her in a tight embrace and spoke into her ear again, letting his breath tickle her. "Why should I knock it off?" he whispered. "You not enjoying yourself? I thought you liked it when I touched you here..." He moved a hand up over her breast, and massaged it through her bra.
She tensed slightly, but let him hold her without trying to pull away. "Well... yeah... but just... not right now." She stroked the side of his face gently and lowered her hand as she realized she probably wasn't helping matters much by encouraging him. She turned her head and kissed the side of his neck, then pulled forward slightly against his grip, trying to ease away from him. "Later..."
He didn't relax his grip in the slightest, still holding her against him. He slid his hand down from her breast only to come up under the bra, his callous' rasping gently against her skin. He marveled at the texture of it, so smooth, and soft, unlike anything he had... "What're you working on that can't wait?" he questioned, his voice almost conversational as he traced her nipple with a fingertip.
She ignored the touches against her skin and glanced over at the computer, looking for an excuse. She found none there and wracked her brain. "I gotta make phone calls, go pay bills that are gonna be overdue. I just got my paycheck and I need to get food if I want to eat this month." He opened his mouth and slid the tip of his tongue out, hot and wet against the sensitive skin behind her ear. She sighed. "And I've just got a lot on my mind, Raph. You could've picked a better time to be horny."
He was listening, but wasn't particularly interested. "Mmm." He sucked gently on her lobe, offering just a hint of teeth against her. "And this is why you were sitting, staring out the window with your thumb up your ass for that last ten minutes, right? You don't want to do productive shit right now." His mouth moved down her neck again. and his hand continued to work her breast. The other one started a slow creep downwards along her torso.
"I know exactly what you do need," he teased as he continued to work at her body, hands moving slowly. "What you need, baby, is something to help you relax. Get those... creative... juices flowing." He kissed upward to her ear again. "Take your mind off your problems for a bit." His tongue flicked over her skin just lightly before he pulled away, and his voice raised to a conversational tone. "What you need is a nice, theraputic fuck."
She smirked at his confidence, in spite of herself, and turned her face toward him. "That's your solution for everything, isn't it?" His gaze didn't waver. She sighed and turned around until she was facing him. "I..." Her eyes dropped and she shook her head slightly as she realized that there was nothing she could say to him. "I dunno what I need right now. But I know it's totally different than what I have to do."
She stared down for a minute before looking back up at him and putting her arms around his shoulders. She didn't speak, just stared at him. Her mind was wandering again, as much as she hated that. She couldn't keep focused long enough to remember what it was she'd been attempting in holding him. His hands moved to her back and he watched her eyes. It was obvious that something was still distracting her. Even now, she was tense. And whatever the hell it was, was making her pretty damned unhappy.
With a purely internal sigh, Raph knew he was going to have to try something a little different. Good thing he was in such a fucking happy mood today. His arms tightened around her, lifting her free of the floor. She blinked in surprise, her grip on his neck tightening instinctively. Two steps, and he sat her down rather firmly in the office chair.
He pulled away from her arms around his neck, and slipped behind her soundlessly. His hands found her shoulders, and started kneading at them. It wasn't a gentle massage. He'd had years of learning how to relax muscles that were tense, and an intimate knowledge of pressure points and nerves in the human body. His fingers dug into the tense band of muscles along her shoulders, just shy of painful. "Relax baby." His tone was still light and conversational.
She smiled faintly at his efforts and tilted her head forward, pulling her hair to the side. It was too short now to stay put, and she sighed as it slid over the back of her neck again. She placed one hand over his. He was trying. Almost trying too hard for her comfort. The last thing she needed was someone fawning over her right now. But no, he wasn't fawning. And she doubted he'd ever to that. That brought her some comfort, and she tried to relax. Her fingers stroked the back of his hand as he worked at her sore muscles. Her thoughts were still caught up in a whirlwindt sht she made every attempt to hide that, moaning slightly as he massaged. "Feels good..."
Raphael let a faint grin crease his features. I may get some after all today... He approached the massage like he would any other combat. He started at the her shoulders, and worked his way up her neck, ruthelessly stomping out any knots he came across. Then he moved back down her neck, his touches almost feather light before he reached the spot he'd started. The pressure stepped up, and he started working his way down her shoulders, then to her shoulderblades and upper arms, again working the pressure points. Lets see if slowing things down a bit gets me anywhere. She wasn't too hot on the first option.
"If ya lose the shirt, this'd be a lot easier." His words snapped her out of a light trance, and she started just slightly, then glanced up at him. It took her a moment to put them together, then she leaned forward, gripping the bottom of her shirt and whisking it up over her head. She leaned back again, shaking her hair out of her face, and held the shirt in one hand, letting it touch the floor. She rested her head back, eyes closing as she tried to clear her head. It wasn't working. Not like she'd hoped it would anyways.
Raphael let his hands continue to work at her, his grin firmly in place when she didn't even give a token protest for taking off her shirt. His hands reached her mid back, and he didn't even slow down. A slight fumble, and her bra came loose. He slid the straps over her shoulders and down her arms, but instead of moving them around to the front like he wanted to, he brought them back up to her shoulders, again digging into the muscles, calloused fingers rasping gently along her skin.
She pulled her arms free of the straps and dropped the bra and shirt in the same pile on the floor. "Raph, I really..." She sighed, not bothering to finish her protest.
"Uh-huh," he answered her, almost absently. It was more just an acknowledgement that she'd said his name than of anything she might be saying.
Her eyes closed and remained that way for a moment before opening again. She stared blankly at the lifeless computer in front of her. She'd managed to slow her thoughts to a manageable speed, but it almost seemed that they now took more concentration now than they had before. Now she had to think them through. Now she had to think of consequences. She'd never been frightened by consequences before. But now, somehow, things had changed. She had changed. She didn't like it. She felt weak.
He worked her shoulders, his hands moving a little further down her front with every repetitive movement. His touches were lighter now, the deep massage he'd been giving her gradually turning softer, and slower, more erotic. His fingertips grazed the swell of her breast, but he pulled his hands away before she could protest and laid his thumbs along her spine.
She didn't fight him as he pushed her forward so she was bent at the waist, then added pressure to the nerves along either side of her backbone. His fingers curved along her back and around her sides. Her hair fell into her face as she breathed out slow, relaxing under his touch. She rolled her shoulders back, staring down at the floor, and didn't speak as he continued. She knew full well what he was doing, and didn't bother to resist him.
He reached her waist, himself almost bent double so he could reach it around the back of the chair. His hands started climbing again, and he let his breath fall on the back of her neck. He could feel that she was relaxing, whether she wanted to or not, letting go of some of that tension she'd been holding on to. His hands were warm against her skin, his breath cool. He didn't kiss her, but his lips hovered a bare half inch from her skin. Take this one slow... build it up... His fingers moved in wide circles around her back, over her sides. The contact was firm enough it didn't tickle, but that was all. They roamed up and down her flesh, slowly, almost gently.
His slow movements attracted her attention for a moment and she blinked as she realized that her body was interested, regardless of whether or not her mind was. He was going... really slow. That wasn't like him. She turned her head, pulling her hair over her shoulder, and attempted a glance at him. He was too close to her back for her to see his face, but she kept turned in spite of that, not entirely sure what to do at this point. Suddenly the present situation demanded more of her attention than it had a moment ago as she realized she hadn't a clue how to react to him or what kind of reaction he was hoping for. She didn't want him to stop, but she honestly didn't know how to encourage him.
Raphael felt her interest pick up and smiled. He had her attention and unlike last time, she wasn't telling him to quit. He brought his face down so that his lips just touched skin, right below her ear, and breathed in deep, taking in the scent of her. He didn't speed up the movement of his hands at all, but they were covering more ground, from shoulders to hips, and around across her stomach. He didn't bring his hands up to her breasts yet, just taking the time to explore the rest of her. She felt... good. He was a little suprised at himself, that he wasn't feeling impatient with this. In fact, he was enjoying the slow, steady build they had going. It was different from the norm, but by no means was this bad...
She watched him for a moment more, paying close attention to his touches, then faced front again, not entirely sure how to react. Her nerves reacted to his slow, gentle exploration, and she decided just to let him go. She breathed out slow, concentrating on the way his rough hands felt on her soft skin. "You..." She hesitated a moment, and decided not to speak. Sighing, she leaned forward and let him explore, remaining quiet.
Raph moved his mouth down the back of her neck, between her shoulderblades. He didn't kiss her, only brushed her skin with his lips, breathing in the scent of her, the taste of her skin. One hand slid down over her jeans, along the outside of her thigh before kneading gently just above her kneecap. He brought his hand back, but didn't even attempt to dip it between her legs. Instead, he brought it up her body, over her stomach to the side of her breast before grazing her cheek. He opened his hand, fingers beneath her chin, thumb along her cheekbone, just cradling her face.
She leaned into his touch, almost involuntarily, and nuzzled him slightly. A few lingering worries attempted to grab her attention, but she pushed them aside and concentrated on the feel of his gentle, slow movements. She was slightly confused, but not complaining. Her own fingers came up and brushed the back of his hand gently, rubbing back and forth with her fingertips. She sighed. "That... feels good," she whispered, becoming increasingly aware of how good it did feel.
Raph felt a smug self satisfaction at her response. He rubbed his thumb back and forth along her cheekbone before standing straight. His hand pulled away from her face, and the other moved away from her body before gently spinning her chair around so that they faced each other. Continuing to use light, slow, teasing touches, he leaned in to kiss her forehead. He pulled back a bit, and then laid a string of closed-mouth kisses down the arch of her brow, over her temple, following the line of her jawbone. His hands were moving again, on her sides, her stomach, her thighs, matching the pace of his kisses. Both hands stilled at her waist as he reached her lips.
Her breath caught as he worked over her, and her lips parted, drawing in a shallow breaths as she felt her body slowly react to his slow, gentle caresses. Something deep inside of her stirred as they shared a few slow breaths of air. He held himself just slightly away from her, just enough space he could focus on her eyes. Completely still, he watched her, ignoring the voice that was telling her to kiss her hard, and hold her in tight. She opened her eyes and stared at him for a minute, tensing just slightly. Was it her move? She wasn't entirely sure. Nor was she sure what to do if it was her move.
She reached up slowly, hesitantly, and ran her fingertips up from his wrists all the way to his shoulders, watching his eyes. The thoughts that had distracted her moments before were gone now, and confusion rested in their place. Why was he doing this? It was so... unlike him. Not that it didn't feel good, but it almost made her uneasy.
He tremored the faintest bit under her fingers, but his eyes remained steady on her. Topless, still, her curled red hair hanging around her face... The smooth curves of her body... God she's hot... He could feel his desire increase as he watched her. Fuck it, I don't care how much this slow shit's turning her on, I need a taste.
He kept his movements slow, regardless of what he was thinking, but closed the distance between them and captured her lips with his. His tongue traced the edges of her mouth, and probed insistently, if gently, for entrance. Her lips parted, and she slid her tongue along his. Her hands ran up to his shoulders and she massaged gently as he probed at her mouth. She slipped her arms around his neck and held him for a moment, her fingers sliding along the tight, sinewy muscles of his shoulders. She could feel her pulse react to the closeness, and her thoughts slipped, leaving only her body to decide whether or not she liked this. And her body was not about to protest. She could feel heat slowly gathering between her legs as she kissed him.
Gotcha...
He deepened the kiss gradually, one hand moving from her waist up until it brushed the side of her breast. He resisted the urge to pick her up and seat her in his lap. Not yet... Soon, but not yet... Instead he let his other hand undo her belt before sliding around to the small of her back, and rubbing against soft skin there. She turned her head to kiss along his lips, up to his cheek. Her fingers slid down, under the lip of his carapace, scratching just lightly with the tips of her fingernails. It was more of a tickle than anything. He felt nerves spark to life as she scritched lightly at the sensitive skin below the lip of his shell, and he stretched up, following her hand.
She pulled away from the back of the chair slightly, allowing him more room to touch her. Just briefly, her concentration flickered, and she pulled back with a sudden, and short lived determination. "Raph, c'mon, don't. I..."
He caught her gaze, and held it, and the words died on her lips. The fire was there. It was banked, but it was definitely there, and growing. So don't change what you're doing. The hand at the side of her breast stayed there, not moving in towards her nipple, but not moving away either, just fingertips brushing against warm flesh. He moved in to kiss her again, lingering at her lips then trailing softly down the curve of her throat and out along her collarbone. The hand at her back pulled her a half inch further forward into his mouth.
She cringed slightly at her own inability to push him away, but just realized how ridiculous it was to fight him. She tilted her head back, exposing her throat as he pulled her in closer. Her fingers continued their light movements back and forth over his thin skin, mimicking his touch at the side of her breast. She sighed deeply, thrusting forward just slightly, involuntarily, her body asking for more of his touch. Her brain had no choice but to simply shut up. She could feel the desire for him growing whether she wanted it to or not. Whether it should or not.
She worried for a moment at the way he made her feel. In her entire life, no man had been able to do this to her. She wasn't used to relinquishing control. It didn't feel safe. Her eyes flickered to the window, and she tensed slightly, but silenced those thoughts before they made her feel guilty about enjoying this. The thoughts that came to mind were things she didn't want him to know, and she didn't want to raise his curiosity. She surrendered, bringing her hands down his shoulders and over his biceps, slipping beneath the band covering his elbow to massage gently.
Raphael felt her give in, and he allowed himself a tight grin of victory. If I was Mike, I'd be thinking some damned stupid thing about the turtle and the hare right now, and slow and steady wins the race. The feel of her hands on his arms drove that thought out of his head. He moved his mouth slowly down her torso, between her breasts and down across her flat stomach. He lingered at her belly button, before starting to climb again.
She fingered along the edge of his shell, dipping underneath it every few inches to brush his skin. His kisses spread heat down along her body, and she breathed out slow, a quiet moan escaping with the long, steady stream. He climbed her torso tortuously slowly, ignoring the tight, uncomfortable feeling growing in his abdomen. Every time her fingers brushed under his shell, that feeling jumped another notch higher.
Her eyes slid closed and she relaxed back into the chair, slouching down and turning her head, concentrating on the way his lips and tongue felt on her skin. He shifted slightly to the left when she moved, and came up over her breast. His lips and tongue were warm and wet against her nipple.
She shifted slightly as she realized that he was making her uncomfortably hot between her legs. She whimpered, her hands coming up and curling behind him, cradling the back of his head. His tongue flicked over her sensitive nipple. She shivered slightly as a gentle breeze swept through the room, ice cold in comparison to his warm mouth. She massaged with her fingertips, her legs parting naturally in spite of the fact that she was still wearing her jeans. She realized that, and she groaned. "Raph..."
Raphael stood, pulling her to her feet with him. His mouth came away from her chest, and he pulled her in close, the hand on her back drifting down over her buttocks then around her leg to come up between them. It was getting harder and harder to remember that he wanted to tease her, coax her, go slow. An image of him slamming her up against the wall and taking her crossed his mind, and he shuddered as he kept himself from doing so. Her hand on the back of his neck wasn't helping his control any. He rubbed two wide fingers between her legs, over the material of her jeans. His other hand braced her against him.
She moaned quietly, pressing into him. Her arms crossed behind his neck, giving up the gentle touches to just hold him close to her. She leaned into him, her head on her arm, and slowly kissed along his neck and the side of his face. Her hips pressed forward into his, begging for more in spite of herself. One leg slid forward, between his, and she rubbed back and forth along the inside of his thighs.
"Hssss...."
His breath left him in a burst as she rubbed her leg between his thighs. His pulse jumped, and the pressure inside his shell went from uncomfortable to downright painful in a flash. She smiled at his reaction, moving her hands down over his arms again. "I take it you like that?"
He growled slightly at her, his hand moving to play with the button on her jeans for a moment before he managed to get it undone. Her zipper came down and both his arms moved around her. He met the thrusts of her hips with his own, grinding into her with deliberate intensity. His hands roamed over her back, her shoulders, her sides. He dropped his head against her shoulder, and licked at her skin, wanting a taste of her.
Her hooked fingers caught on his elbow pads and dragged them down his arms. She tugged them down, off his hands, and dropped them on the floor. Her fingers brushed the thick leather of his belt and she redirected her attention, forgetting for a moment about the wrist guards. She trailed her fingers up and then back down the thin, hidden skin at his sides, then brought her hands around between them, along the top of his belt. She fingered it for a moment, and her eyes fell to his weapons. Her hands followed, and she brushed her fingertips lightly over the handles, glancing up to see his reaction.
Raphael tensed subtly as she touched the sai, his eyes suddenly sharp, but relaxed again as she made no move to pull them. He pulled his hands from around her back, and placed them over hers. He brought them down over the grips of his sai and closed her fingers around them. Keeping his hands over hers, he drew the weapons and manipulated her hands so they were brought, point up between them. His eyes were dark on hers, his view of her face bisected by the gleaming metal. He pulled her, with his hands around hers, one slow step at a time over to her desk and had her lay the sai down on it. Then his hands slid up her arms again as he captured her lips in another heated kiss.
She responded, her hands moving to his belt again and moving over the clasp. She slowly unthreaded it and held it with one hand as it fell apart and behind him. The weight of it was unexpected, and she almost dropped it before she managed to tighten her grip. She glanced down at it, not pulling away from the kiss, only tilting down to suck gently at his bottom lip. Her fingers released and she listened to the quiet thud as the belt hit the floor, then raised her eyes again. She watched him as she again kissed him full on the mouth. Her hands roamed down, tracing along the edge of his plastron. She raised the leg between his until only her toes were on the floor and rubbed hard against him.
He groaned faintly at the increase in stimuli, and felt his tail extending. He slid a little further out of his shell before regaining his grip on his control. His hands moved to her waist, pushing the fabric of her jeans down over her hips. He had to get her out from between his legs to get the jeans the rest of the way off her, but damn that grinding felt so good...
She curled her fingers under the lower edge of his shell, reaching up and inside of him, but not far enough to touch him. She raked her fingernails over the inside of his shell, just barely underneath the lip of it but moving slowly further up as she brushed back and forth. She pulled away from the kiss to meet his steady gaze, smiling at the lust burning brightly in them. He shivered with the feel of her nails on the inside of his plastron and licked his lips.
Almost regretfully, she pulled her leg back from between his. He pushed the jeans down further on her hips now that her legs were straight, and had to smile. No matter what she was wearing on the outside... underwear was always sexy with her. This time it was a dark green lace. He fingered it gently as he watched her expression. He'd have to move away from her hand between his legs to get the jeans down any farther, and that was something he wasn't willing to contemplate right now. His own hand came up between her thighs, his finger brushing against her, sliding under the band of her panties to brush wet skin.
She moaned slightly, tilting her head back. She hadn't realized just how wet she was until she felt his fingers against her. She parted her legs as far as the tight jeans would allow. She crouched slightly and reached her fingers up farther under his plastron until she touched hot skin. His breathing stopped for just a second, then started again, coming in pants that timed themselves to her fingers brushing along him inside his shell. He moaned a little, and involuntarily emerged; it was just too painful to stay hidden. She pressed into him, her breasts against his hard chest as she dropped her head to kiss and lick at his neck, fingers running down the entire length of his erection. "God, you get me hot..."
The attentions she was paying to his neck didn't help his ability to remain calm. He vaguely wondered when she'd managed to turn this situation around. Last time he'd checked, he'd been teasing her. Suddenly remembering his hand between her legs, he started moving it again, back and forth between her lips, massaging. She moaned as she felt the slow, steady movement start between her legs and breathed slow, her hips moving against his hand almost on their own. She kissed and sucked hard at his skin, then nipped at him, moving down over his shoulder with lips and teeth and tongue. The tips of her fingers stroked him a few times before she pulled her hand back and held his hips, massaging hard. His touch was electrifying her, and any thoughts not based around this very moment were far from her mind.
He gathered her up in his arms, and gave serious thought to clearing the desk with a well placed roundhouse kick. But she'd said she couldn't afford to replace the computer, so he regretfully put the idea aside. Instead he bit down gently on the curve of her neck, letting her feel his teeth before softening the touch with lips and tongue. The hand between her legs pulled away, and he lifted her high with his other arm to strip her jeans off her, followed by the fabric of her panties.
He set her on her feet again, and stepped away for a moment, raking his eyes over her. She really was beautiful. And hot, and sexy, and most importantly, his. It was him she was looking at with that smoldering look, it was his touch she was craving right now. It was his name she was going to be screaming... A side part of his brain noted in an almost detached manner that that probably made him hers as well, but he ignored it. A smile was creasing his lips, but it wasn't large, and had very little to do with humor.
She watched his eyes rake over her and smiled, raising her arms and turning slightly, modeling for him unashamed. She knew that look in his eyes. Criticism was the furthest thing from his mind, and she was well aware of that. She brought her arms down and crossed them over her chest, covering her breasts with her palms and watching him with a smile. "So do I pass inspection, stud?" she teased.
His grin got a hair wider, but he didn't move in towards her just yet. He kept his eyes on her body, and deliberately removed the last articles of clothing he was wearing. Wrist straps were followed by his knee pads, and finally his mask fluttered down to join the pile of forgotten leathers. "I'll tell you after the test drive," he answered, his tone matching hers.
He stepped forward suddenly to pull her into an embrace so tight it was hard to breathe. He sat down in the chair he ed hed her out of, and situated her on his lap. His cock was trapped between her buttocks, and his touch spread over her body, pulling her own hands away from her breasts. One hand dipped down to pull her legs apart, and the other lingered over the curve of her throat, touching gently.
She relaxed back against him, parting her legs wide for his exploration. Her head tilted away, allowing him to kiss and suck at the back of her neck, and she moved her hips back against him, maneuvering until she felt the tip of his shaft at her opening. She stopped there, and reached over her shoulder to brush her fingers along the side of his face, her other hand moving down over her stomach and to her thigh.
He sucked hard at the side of her neck for a moment, then turned to capture her hand with his mouth. He sucked her fingers in one at a time, both hands dropping to her thighs again. He brought them both up the inside of her legs, and took a moment to give himself a few long, slow strokes before concentrating on her again. One hand continued up until it was fondling her breasts, and the other brushed against her lower lips, parting them wide. Suddenly one finger forged deep inside her, and he stroked her clit lightly with his thumb.
She moaned slowly and ran her hand down along the inside of her thigh. The fingers of her other hand felt along the inside of his mouth, swirling around his tongue as he drew her fingers in and sucked them. She rested her head back on his shoulder, her lower hand roaming higher until her fingers tangled with his. She slid easily over the slippery, warm wetness from her juices, reaching down to stroking him gently.
Her index finger circled his head slowly, and she used her nail to scratch lightly over his tip. Two fingers pulled his foreskin back and she repeated the movement even more lightly, just barely touching his slit with the tip of her fingernail. He let out a slow breath. "God... baby, that feels good..."
His hips pushed involuntarily into her hand as she teased him, and he moved his finger in and out of her, using light, quick touches with his thumb as a counter point. She arched her back slightly, thrusting her chest into his hand as he squeezed and fondled her breast, pinching her nipple between callused fingers, twisting it first one way then the other. His breath was coming faster, but he wasn't ready to come yet. Instead, he was enjoying the feel of her, knowing that he'd gotten her this hot, that she'd had other plans, but he'd changed them. It felt like power. And he was loving it.
She ran her fingers down, abandoning the feather light touches for a few firm, slow strokes down his shaft and back up. She massaged gently, then slowly brought her hand up, palm flat against her abdomen. She slid her hand down until her fingers reached his, and she separated her lips, holding them open while he explored inside of her. She moved her other hand down, over his, but didn't guide him. Her fingers tangled with his, stroking her own wet skin and his hand. She let him lead - he was doing a good enough job as it was - and turned her face into him, kissing his neck and nuzzling gently.
The feel of her sitting on his thighs, her back pressed against his chest, her breasts under his hand, the warm, wet feeling that embraced his finger... it was all building along his nerves. Her hand over his, cool when compared to the heat between her legs, her wet fingers trailing up along the inside of his palm and to his wrist...
She sighed deeply, enjoying the feel of his hands on her body. She didn't resist him at all, content just to let him touch her, relishing the steady heat building between her legs and washing over her body. He nipped at her shoulder, and his hips pushed up against her buttocks. His head rubbed against her fingers where they held her lips spread wide open, and he ground against her just slightly, up against the fingers of her other hand.
He was starting to lose track of the idea that he was just teasing her, and it was a race to see how long his control would last. His hand plunged a little deeper into her, a little harder, and she moaned quietly, letting her body relax. She kissed and sucked gently at the side of his neck as she felt her own juices trickle down over her fingers. She dropped her wrist and ran two fingers up either side of his shaft, pressing firmly, taking in the quiet growl from deep in his throat as her thumb massaged his tip in slow, small circles. She suddenly realized just how long they'd been engaged in foreplay, and it almost made her laugh.
Raphael realized it too, but it was less humorous to him. With a sudden move, he pushed forward and out of the chair. Her eyes flew open in surprise as he spun her in his grasp, one hand behind her shoulder blades to cushion their landing on the floor, to keep her from smashing into it. She had no time to react, and simply allowed herself to go limp, free falling with the knowledge that he'd catch her. He lay her on her back on the carpet and used his knees to part her legs again. She spread them wide and watched his eyes as he hovered, his tip brushing her entrance while he leaned down to catch her in a deep kiss.
She reached her fingers up, still damp with her own fluids, and touched his lips, tracing lightly. Raph turned and licked at her hand, tasting her on her fingertips. His arms trembled, his breathing heavy against her palm. Her other arm went around his shoulders and she watched him, a sudden rush of confused thoughts hitting her out of nowhere and fighting for control of her mind again. She closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, growling threats at her own subconscious. She was not going to spend these moments worrying about shit that didn't need to be worried about. Not now.
She opened her eyes and looked back up at him pleadingly. She wanted to feel this, and she wasn't sure exactly what had happened to make her remember that she shouldn't be feeling it. She lowered her hand from his shoulders and reached it down between them, circling his shaft. She watched him, forcing the distraction away. \h? Ph? Please..." She leaned up and kissed along his neck, up the side of his face. "Talk to me..." she whispered. "Please. I want you... I wanna feel this. But I..." She growled in frustration as she searched for words that wouldn't come. "... can't stop thinking. And I want to. Please..."
He rubbed himself up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices, and lowered into her. He moved slowly, almost painfully slowly, until she surrounded him completely. His mouth was beside her ear, and he curled one arm around her, pulling her in close, easily supporting his weight with his remaining hand. "You want to feel this?" he rasped, his voice dark and quiet, barely above a whisper. "All of me inside you, filling you, stretching you..." He moved in and out of her slowly, pushing in as far as he could before withdrawing until only his tip was inside of her. "'M gonna ride you until you can't speak anymore, baby. 'Till all your muscles give up, till all you can do is scream for me..."
She felt heat spread all over her body, and the sound of his voice chased away her thoughts. She moaned loudly, dropping her head back and exposing her throat to him, her legs spreading wider as she felt him press deeper and deeper into of her. "Yes... please... Raph..." Her hand remained down, between them, and she ran her fingers along his shaft each time he pulled out, feeling her own fluids coat her fingertips. She reached down further and cupped his balls, rolling them gently.
A moan cut through his words as she played with his sac, and he brought the pace up, using more force as he moved in and out of her. The hand behind her back held her crushed against his plastron, and his breath rasped in and out of her ear. "Come on baby, I wanna drive you crazy... I wanna hear you... I... huh... mmm... wanna know that you can't... can't think... only... huh... huh... feel..."
She whimpered, her hips pressing up against him in time with his thrusts, pulling him deeper into her. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, locking them at the ankles, her fingers still caressing gently at his balls and up along his shaft. She turned her head, kissing his cheek and down toward his lips. She slid her other arm behind his neck and held him. She let him hold her up off the floor, crushed hard against him, soft flesh up against his hard plates. She could feel the pressure mounting inside of her, and moaned as she felt her body begin to climb. Her eyes slid closed as she matched her breathing to his, and to the steady, increasing pace as he pounded into her, releasing pent up strength that left her slightly awestruck and intimidated.
He held onto his control by the bare tips of his fingers, bringing the pace up as slowly as he could. The noises she was making, the feel of her legs wrapped around him, the slap of her ass against his thighs and her hands on his balls and shaft were all making it very difficult to hold the steady rhythm. He felt himself spiraling higher and higher, the slow burn doing fantastic things to his nerves. Usually by this point it was over, and he was ready to go again, but this had taken him further than he recalled going in a long, long time. He'd have to try this slow shit again sometime. Soon. He accepted her lips as she kissed him, and returned it with interest, his tongue darting out to massage deep into her mouth, matching the movement of his hips.
She moaned into him, then jerked away as she had to gasp in air again. Her nerves danced with the incredible feel of him inside of her. Her hips moved against him and she turned her head to the side, hair falling into her face as she squeezed her eyes closed, panting as she felt herself lose control. She moaned loudly as she surrendered to the feeling of falling, spiraling down into a pool of sensation that shot down her legs and slowly spread back up again. It reached her sex, and exploded there, consuming her. Her back arched, the moan turned to a scream, the hand on his balls came to a dead stop. The arm around his neck tightened and she clung to him as she felt her body shake, muscles tensing and releasing around him.
The sound of her release shredded the last of his control, and he unleashed the pace he'd wanted to use into her. Harder and harder, faster and faster, he pounded into her body, the feel of her spasming around him driving him into uncharted territory. He felt his balls tighten in her hand, and his cock swelled as he slammed into her a final time, and his hips twitched and bucked against her as he emptied into her body. His voice had risen in a growl that became more of a gasp as he reached the end of his ejaculation.
She moved with him, her body on overload, her mind swirling with too many thoughts for her to handle at one time. Raph... She gasped air as a sudden rush of unexpected emotions kicked up like a hurricane, drowning her in their intensity. She sobbed, trying unsuccessfully to manage his name as she felt him release inside of her. She kept her face turned away from him, and let her body go limp in his arms. Her hair fell into her eyes, and she cried, real tears streaming down her face, her body shuddering as it slowly stopped feeling.
Raph blinked as he came down and realized the tears pouring down her face. He'd never seen her cry before. He didn't know she could. He shifted his weight, kicking a leg free gently and rolling over onto his side, gathering her up in both arms. Of course she could cry. She might be one of the strongest, most stubborn women he knew, but she was still a woman. Simplified even further, she was still a thinking being. He fully expected her to feel the good emotions. He'd seen her drown in them. Why not the bad?
He didn't say a word, still buried inside her. He tucked her head under his chin, and just held her. His face was a wash of confused emotion: the tail end of his release, concern for why she was bawling, a growing fear that he hurt her somehow. He couldn't see her face with her head held against his neck like this. He had no idea what to do. For one frantic second he wished it was Mike sitting here instead of him, dealing with her crying into his neck. His mind flashed back to the last hour and he decided that if it was Mike sitting here instead of him, he'd kill him, brother or no.
Not knowing what to do, he rocked back and forth slightly on the curve of his shell, arms tightening around her as she shuddered, one hand stroking her hair automatically. He didn't say anything; none of that nonsense shit he'd seen in movies. If she was bawling, there was probably a damn good reason, and inane mumblings of "It'll all be ok" weren't what she needed right now. Who was he to know anyways? Maybe it wouldn't be okay. All he could do was keep his arms tight around her, protecting her instinctively, letting her get whatever she needed out of her system.
Her mind raced again, her thoughts confused with a mess of emotions borne of her release. Her body was still reacting to the feel of him inside of her. Part of her wanted to pull away, to tell him to leave, to face these emotions and thoughts on her own without the added stress of having to hide them from someone.
He didn't know. He couldn't understand. He was good. Bad ass and all tough on the outside but ultimately, he was good. She was not. Deep inside of her... maybe it used to be goodness. Now it was just... emptiness. An emptiness that she'd spent years trying to fill. She'd had no one. She still had no one. No matter what she did, she would be alone. She couldn't rely on him to be there for her. She couldn't rely on anyone. Shit happened. Things went wrong. Her life fell apart. Life was to be lived day to day. Unfeeling. Unexpectant of anything more than what she could get at this very moment. To rely on someone else, anyone else, left her vulnerable.
He couldn't hurt her as long as she didn't let him know her.
But she couldn't stop the tears. She couldn't stop herself from breaking, and falling into him. She didn't love him. He didn't love her. She didn't want love. Love hurt like hell. But without that love, something inside of her didn't trust him. She didn't like the fact that he was watching her cry. But she couldn't push him away.
She needed him. She needed someone. She couldn't live like this. But she couldn't leave herself open. Not to him or anyone else. Her problems were her own, and she fought her battles alone. No friends, no family, no one to call when she stood in the shower and cried, so that the tears would wash away before she could acknowledge them. She had to be alone. She'd spent so long with this cold emptiness inside of her, some masochistic part of her wanted it there.
She lay against him and just cried, not caring what he thought. She knew she should leave. Part of her wanted to just rest here and let him hold her, but she knew she couldn't. That was dangerous. She pulled away from him without warning, pushing herself up from his chest and crawling back. Her eyes remained down as she rocked back on her feet and stood. She didn't speak, just turned and walked out of the room, keeping her head down.
Raphael blinked, but didn't move as she left. A moment later, he heard the door to her bedroom shut. He stared after her for a moment, then sat up, rubbing his forehead gently. He had no idea what had just happened, or how he should feel about it. He took a few minutes to get himself together, and get his gear back on again, then gathered up the pile of her clothes. He left them in a heap beside her door and paused there as he heard her sobbing, her moans muffled. For just a brief moment, he considered knocking on the door. But he turned away. She wanted to be alone.
With a hooded look at the closed bedroom door, he exited the apartment, closing the window behind him.