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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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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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