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*It had been a long night. The kegger out by the lake seemed to rage on for hours. He should have gone down and at least gotten a drink. Instead he did what he always did on his birthday. He sat up on a rooftop watching the world go by him. Force of habit? Or plain old fear? Raph was trying not to think about either, truth be told.

He rolled out of bed, counted to 25, and watched as the bed remade itself. The process wasn't complete until the Death stuffed toy was prominently placed against the pillows. He'd tested this a few times. No matter where he put the thing, it somehow always got put back in the exactly same position. Raph found it a little disturbing.

Something catches his eye as he makes his way from the main room to the bath room. It's that blasted VHS tape Mike left. The one with the obvious "men in suit" version of him and his brothers. Raph wrinkles his nose at the cover and keeps walking. There's a hot shower with his name on it.*

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*Raph seems quite all right with that timetable.

He tosses the gloves onto the bed, they sit there for all of 25 seconds before the magic of the tent whisks them away to their proper location.

His arms wrap around her*

Careful. Careful, careful, careful.

His skin is slick beneath her fingers, and warm, and he's holding her, and she can feel it...

...And she was almost over this, too.

*He arches slightly under her touch, which causes his towel to slip. This is enough to snap him back to the here and now. His eyes fly open as he attempts to catch his breath, and the meandering towel.*

you. i want you to stay. ohhowiwantyoutostay.
*he closes his eyes again and turns away slightly*
but...you have to be okay with that.

*he turns back and looks her in the eye*
are you okay?

She stops... catches herself. Forces herself to think.

"Sooner or later I'm going to hurt you. Worse than hurt you. There's a reason... mortals and Endless... we don't..."

She sighs in frustration, and turns away, running a hand through her (still-wet) hair.

"I don't want to hurt you. And I'd grind you up, eventually. This can't last."

She hugs herself, tightly.

"...But you make me warm."

*The further away she makes herself, the more he wants...he needs...to get to her. He figures this must be what she's talking about. But knows these feelings aren't new. He's always felt this way about her, long before he even knew she was a her. You can't do what he does and not love Death. Just as you can't avoid handing yourself over, part and parcel, to her whims.

Securing his towel around his waist, he moves towards her. She can feel him long before he brings her into the hug. Arms around her, head nestled in the nape of her neck.*

Nothin' lasts. But you know, I can't think of a better way to go. Just so long as it's only me.

The Endless in his arms lets out something that could be taken as a sigh as she leans back into his arms. She should step forward, break away, and leave here... but she ~~won't~~ can't.

So she stays. And permits herself to smile a little as she reaches up to touch his cheek, the other arm resting on his.

"Very well..." For now.

happy birthday to me

*he says as he nuzzles her neck again.*

She doesn't shiver. Oh no. No shivering here. And certainly that wasn't a twitch.

"Smartass."

*he smirks against her skin*

it's a talent.

The back of her fingers trail down his neck, after cupping his chin briefly, and pause over the ankh around his neck.

She turns to kiss his mouth, very softly. A whisper of a kiss, really.

"Must be."

*He smiles and brushes a thumb against her cheek.*

years of practice.

She turns her head to kiss his thumb, not breaking eye contact. Her lips are just barely surrounding the tip of his thumb.

You know, she just might be a little bit evil. She does this thing with her tongue to the pad of his thumb...

*His eyes widen, and something funny happens with his breathing. It's all, irregular and raspy. At one point he has to shut his eyes. That's when the growl escapes, low and rumblely deep within his chest.*

She applies suction.

This is really quite interesting. She can feel the rumble through her skin, even more than she can hear it.

*He whines, and maybe even whimpers a little bit. His free hand finds its way to her waist, and squeezes.*

And she releases his thumb reluctantly, a wicked smile on pitch-black lips, her hips against his.

"You alright there?"

*He doesn't answer. He can't answer. Not verbally, anyway. He captures her in a kiss. A deep, passionate, ~~savageferal~~...it's quite the kiss.*

She lets herself be swept backward by it, and makes a sound into his mouth, hands tugging gently at his hips, leading him back toward the bed.

The soft damp meld of lips, the pearl-rough clash of teeth, slickness of tongue... oh, yes.

*He's easily led, but not so far gone that he forgets his promise.
He pulls on a corner of the ninja blanket and tosses it to the floor. Twenty five seconds later it's folded and stored in the linen closet.
Ah the wonders of a magic apartment.

He smiles against her mouth, and slowly pushes her back onto the bed.*

Good man. Turtle. Thing.

She flops back onto the bed, folds her arms behind her head, and kicks off her shoes.

She's kind of smirking. It's a smirk that, while not satisfied, knows it will be very soon.

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