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]

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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*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.

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*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.*