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

[mnt_raph]

*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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[locks_it_up]

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.

[mnt_raph]

*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.*

[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.

[mnt_raph]

*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.*

[locks_it_up]

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.

[mnt_raph]

*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'?

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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?

[locks_it_up]

"I'll try, but I don't promise anything."

Her fingers are playing along a scar near his ribs in a very lazy fashion.

[mnt_raph]

That's all I ask.
Heh...hey, that tickles.

[locks_it_up]

She smiles, and shakes her head a little.

"Shut up and hold me, y'dumb lug."

[mnt_raph]

Yes ma'am.
*He pulls her close and hugs her. Not as a lover hugs another, but as a child hugs a teddy bear.*

[locks_it_up]

She curls up against him and sighs, placing a tiny, almost chaste kiss on the point of his neck where the pulse flutters.

[mnt_raph]

*He smiles, and pulls the blankets up around them, tucking her in as best he can without disturbing her. On the headboard there is a packet of throwing knives. He reaches back to snag one, and then tosses it at the light switch. The knife angles in such a way, that the flat edge of the handle is what hits the switch, turning the lights off.

Settling in, he leans his head forward to kiss her again. while he's there, he whispers.*

love you. always.

*He closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.*