mnt_raph | Warning: The following entry contains Ex-turtle p0rn and many typos. Proceed with caution.

*There's no real set schedule for the security team, as such Raph has decided that tonight is off duty tonight. He's just enjoying a quiet night, flipping through a couple of magazines he picked up when he went tooling around New York with Andrew. Huh, he thinks to himself, I haven't seen Andrew in ages. Wonder how he's doing?*

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*When her cries and moans have all been spent, he slips out from beneath the blanket, and removes his fatigues, tossing them on the floor. They sit there for all of five seconds before the the tent cleans, folds, and puts them away.

He pulls back the covers just enough to return to the bed and not disturb her. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her close. The only thing between them is the ankh he wears around his neck.*

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locks_it_up

She nuzzles against his neck, laughing, remembering when the days were young and Delight would follow Desire.

It's very much like that.

"You are a beautiful creature, Raphael."

She lets her fingers flutter against his jaw and kisses him, long and slow and languorous.

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lies. all lies.

*He says against her mouth, between kisses. His hands are slightly rough, and they scratch slightly as they slide on her back*

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locks_it_up

And, you know, she had control up until about here.

There's something that happens when his hands scrape up against her back. She can't give it a name, but it might be loosely interpeted as a pounce.

She pins him to the bed, a knee to each side of his hips. There's something absolutely relentless in the way she moves...

...until she pulls back to look down on him, and smile. It's like the sun coming out.

At that moment, she is there and only there.

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*She's just too fast, there's no time for any sort of reaction save for the full body shiver that comes from having a beautiful woman pin you to your own bed.

He looks up. Her smile is infectious. He wants to sit up, to be closer, but she's sitting on him in such a way that he can't move. He tries to reach out, but his arms are pinned as well.

His thumbs begin to trace a pattern on the only part of her he can touch, her inner thighs.*

Happy?

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locks_it_up

"Very much."

She arcs her hips like a cat arcs its back when he touches her, letting his arms up before falling gently back against him.

Moments do not last...

...india. a child dies of malnourishment in his mother's arms. she is there...

She takes his mouth again, very gently this time. Almost a whisper of a kiss. The breath of a cry older than worlds.

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*The first thing he does with his newly freed hands is run then through her hair, and from there down the back of her neck to her shoulders. Eagerly, he follows her lead, but pulls her closer with each kiss, until she is comfortably on top of him.*

Good.

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locks_it_up

She sighs happily, and lets her fingers run over and down his chest, skittering over scars old and new.

And then her lips are tracing his features, her breath-- can it be called breath?-- stirring his eyelashes.

Her lips will be sore in the morning from kissing.

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mnt_raph

*He closes his eyes and inhales deeply. The resulting happy sigh is punctuated by a series of small twitches, and the occasional soft chuckle, his body's natural reaction her her feather light touch.*

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locks_it_up

"Raph?"

Her hands. Oh, her hands. So very small, and white, and could be delicate, if you didn't know...

"Look at me."

She takes him inside of her.

There are no words. There are simply no words.

His heart stops. He can feel it stop moving in his chest.

And then her hands trace his shoulders, down his arms, caress the inside of his wrists, and her fingers twine with his.

And it starts again.

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*When she calls for him to open his eyes, he does not expect what follows. He can't breathe, there is too much, there is just too much. The world goes still. The voices in his head for once are silent. There is nothing but her.

When he heart restarts it's roars in his ears. He grips her hands, hard...almost a little too hard. A ragged breath excapes, taking with it a low moan he wasn't even aware he was capable of making.

She's very nearly breaking him, and it's still not enough.*

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locks_it_up

She surrounds him and holds him and is gripping him... and holding his hands just as tightly.

Her face is beyond smiling.

...japan. a girl falls from a tower. she is there...

And then, with all the inexorable force of the waves, she begins to move.

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*He tries to smile back at her, but even something as simple as that is beyond his reach once she begins to move. His senses overload.

His head falls back onto the pillow, as his eyes roll back and close. Despite this, his grip doesn't waver, hands locked on hers. Panting he some how manages to whisper her name.*

death...

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And oh, warmth. Oh, the warmth of him. She holds tight, tight, tight... and gets to see the stars go behind her eyes.

There's no sound she can make to express it, and she's heard all the songs of the swans.

She's looking at him, this lost, brief solider that whispers her name even now, and drifts back down to him.

"I love you."

The gentlest kiss to his mouth.

”Whatever else happens, remember that.

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*Much. Too much. Every nerve is blaring white, but he can't let go. He doesn't want to let go. He doesn't want this to stop. EVER. When she whispers he hears her, but he can't process the words. He is past things like words.

The slight touch of her lips to his, completes the circuit, and his world goes from ten to eleven. From whisper to moan. From moan to growl. His eyes open at last, and the look is almost predatory.

Then he moves.
He moves slightly one way, just enough to gain momentum to roll the other, pinning her beneath him.
He moves slowly at first, but soon matches time to her rhythm. Heat, friction, the sweet smell of sweat.*

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locks_it_up

She admires the way he moves, which is more like some jungle animal than the turtle he started out as. Yes. This is exactly what she wanted. This heat will keep her warm for eons to come.

...america. a man staggers in an alleyway for the last time. she is there...

She moves with him, stroke for stroke, more dancing with him than anything else.

There is no thought in this. It is just her, and just him.

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*Focused and barely breathing. Wild eyes again closed. Effortless movement, no longer so. He trembles, and then cries out.

Resting his head on her shoulder, he tries to catch his breath. Knuckles crack as he untwines his fingers from hers.*

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There's one final shudder underneath him, and she sighs, long and low.

She disentangles her fingers from his, and flexes them a couple of times, before reaching up to stroke his hair.

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*He leans into her hand, heart still racing, but at least his breathing is undercontrol. Looking up at her through his tussled and tangled hair, he smiles*

How you doin'?

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locks_it_up

She smiles a lopsided sort of smile down at him, still dazed and nearly glowing.

"I'm doing pretty well."

The smile turns into a grin, and she tucks a lock of his hair behind his ear and tilts her head down to kiss his forehead. They're both messy and covered in sweat and it's glorious.

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mnt_raph

*He smiles a little more broadly, and then turns away blushing slightly, finally flopping back on the pillow next to her.*

I uh..well...thank you.

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locks_it_up

She snuggles up against him, and drapes an arm across his torso, murmuring into his flesh.

"Welcome. And thank you."

She doesn't have to leave yet. She still has time with him. Time to savor this precious warm, sticky... thing... that they share.

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mnt_raph

*Sighing contentedly, he turns and kisses the top of her head. His fingers trace the arm across his chest.*

Couldn'a done it without you.
...
Okay, that just sounds really bad. Forget I said anything, okay?