AU FART OFF part 3

[aristastarfyr]

Wren waited up as long as she dared before exhaustion over took her. To give her some private space, the tiny spare room that was once April's was outfitted for her, complete with a futon and a few toiletries they managed to scrounge. April had gone shopping on her behalf for basic things to wear and things Wren might need in the near future. While the brothers were out on their patrol she had busied herself with arranging her room and walking exercises. Even with her own room, she still found herself in Raphael's, snuggled under the covers and hugging his pillow as she tried to find sleep.

That sleep was suddenly disturbed by the slam of a door and rough breathing. Wren gasped, sitting upright as she peered in the dark, her voice near quiet and cautious. "Raph?"

"You're in here?" He sounded surprised. "I didn't...see you in your room. I thought--"

"Are you okay?" Wren allowed the blanket to pool in her lap as she focused on the dark form before her. "Did something happen up there?" It was her concern that broke him from his panicked thoughts. "Are any of you hurt?"

"No. No, we're okay. I'm turning on the light." He flipped the switch and the orange glow of his jack-o-lantern bathed them. Raph paused a moment as he took in Wren's form, seated on his bed, still half under the covers. The bruising on her face had turned to that ugly yellow-green tinge and she was wearing a tiny slip of a camisole, nipples poking up through the silky fabric. Wren's hair was mussed from sleep and he drew in a deep breath just to take in her scent. The exotic perfume she wore on her world was long gone and he didn't care about it. It was her natural scent that helped settle him. Pulling his sai from his belt he set them both on the nightstand, eyes locked on her.

Wren knew something happened to rattle him. Whether it was something that happened while out on patrol or just a nasty scare that she wasn't in her room, she didn't know. She smiled and pulled aside the covers to invite him in. "Get in here, Hot Shot."

Removal of the rest of his gear happened in record time and he didn't care where any of his stuff landed. What mattered was that he was crawling into bed and gathering her up in his arms, nearly swallowing her in an embrace as he nosed her skin and drew in a shaky breath. He felt her reach up and untie his mask, letting the newer fabric brush over his skin before she tossed it in a ball on the nightstand with his weapons. Small, gentle hands touched his skin, their warmth soothing his nerves.

"You're okay," she murmured softly, nuzzling his temple as he held her tighter briefly. "And your brothers are okay and I'm okay." She didn't ask for details and just held him, stroking his head and murmuring her mantra. She thought he had passed out with how still and relaxed he'd become but she couldn't have been more wrong when he rushed up to kiss her, cupping the back of her head with his hand.

Raphael broke the kiss, his green eyes working to commit every feature of her to memory. His breath shuddered over her skin and he couldn't help the groan that followed. "I need you."

"I'm here." Her words were whisper soft as she leaned back, wanting to drape him over her like a blanket. "My leg's still healing, though." Even if he didn't mean to be rough, she knew that his strength could better him without realizing it.

They shifted together on the bed, ignoring the protesting springs. Side by side, Wren drew out another kiss, feeling his wide tongue in her mouth. As much as he needed her, she needed him. All of her senses were going wild as the notion finally settled that he was right there, in front of her. How many nights had she dreamed of him, closing her eyes in the dark and wishing her hands were bigger? Her nails drew shivers from him and she looked up, pulling back so she could look at his face. Mouth set in a thin line, his eyes swirled with that green fire, drinking in every touch she offered.

"I missed you." Wren's statement was strained, but she didn't break. "Your touch, your eyes, your breath on my skin. Missed you moving inside me." Desire shifted in her eyes and she moved to bite at his neck, her teeth and jaw too weak to really cause damage. He felt her shudder, though, and the barely held back groan. "I still called your name out in the middle of the night, Raphael. So. Many. Times."

"Fuck them," he growled roughly, already moving to peel her top off, remembering she couldn't afford to have new clothes torn. "If they hear us, they hear us. They're not babies."

Wren grinned, wriggling out of the last of her clothes and dropping them over the side of the bed. "I'd rather fuck you, though."

"Oh, you're gonna."

"Good!" Whatever else she wanted to say was whisked away as Raph's mouth went to her breast. She gasped, holding him to her as she shifted in attempt to get closer. The only thing that kept her from being more aggressive was her leg and when she felt Raph's grip on it she froze, fingers tightening slightly on his skin. His green eyes flickered up to her as his hand eased its hold and adjusted the angle, moving to lift it aside to open her up to him. Then his mouth kissed her belly and she hissed, trying to get him to move faster. "Oh-Raph...yes."

"Mine," he uttered possessively, mouth descending onto her sex for that initial taste. Wren practically melted under him and he knew she would be coming rivers. Her sounds were music to his ears and her scent amped his heart up so much he feared that the whole lair could hear it. He watched her each time she crested, smirking into her folds as she bit his pillow to muffle her cries. When her flavor changed he knew she was ready and came up to rest lightly over her, soaking up the heat of her body as his length throbbed impatiently between them.

"Yours," she managed to breathe out finally, reaching between them to stroke his cock, eyes lifting up when he made his own dark sounds of want. Going slow and careful was necessary but as he filled her, she was having trouble remembering that. In fact the stretch was too much for her and she gripped him tightly in her excitement, all but squealing when she felt another orgasm rip through her.

He tumbled right after her, cursing in surprise as he felt her muscle clench and draw him in deeply. "Fuck," Was the first word he managed to say. "I can't believe you just came when I put it in."

A blitz smile graced her face as she rolled against him, impaling herself a little more. "I can't believe you just followed right after me. Oh wait, yes I can. It's been too long."

Raphael smirked, rocking slightly and feeling something low flip flop in his belly when she uttered something base against his skin. "So perfect," he muttered, holding her as close as he dared as they moved together to find their next peak.




Breakfast was... interesting. Wren showered before emerging, thankfully, and had gone into her little room for proper clothes. She was limping harder than the day before, but a contented smile was on her face when she came into the kitchen. Leo was there, pointedly looking away from her at first and Donnie was still a zombie in front of his coffee cup. "Morning," she greeted, looking relaxed and chipper even if she was walking off balance.

Leo nodded slightly, keeping an eye on her gait and decided to be the first to tread the water. "How's Raph?"

"Perfectly wonderful." Wren sighed dreamily, lost in her own head for a minute before she noticed that there was a very uncomfortable silence. "Uhm." Her eyes went to each blushing face and she blushed herself, sitting up in her seat. "I mean...better! He was freaked out about something...?"

That broke the uncomfortable air around them. Donatello and Leo exchanged glances before Leo nodded slightly. "There was a murder we couldn't prevent. The...woman..." Donnie hesitated around the term, "looked a lot like you and Raph lost it a little."

"Lost it?"

"He was looking for your leg wound." Leo finished quietly. "He was that convinced that she was you."

All of those warm, fuzzy feelings that Wren had left her and she lifted her eyes up as Raph ambled through the area into the kitchen space. She was up as quickly as her sore body would allow and headed over to him, clinging his neck tightly as he stopped still at the small form trying to climb up him. Wren wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging for dear life as he used his hands to support her, grunting softly. "Told you not to tell her." He remembered telling them not to say anything if she was there or not and then had insisted on going home as quickly as they could to make certain she was safe. When Raph didn't find her in her little room, he panicked and was ready to destroy his room in the process with his grief and rage.

"Oops." Donnie said with a smirk as he watched Wren nuzzle the burly turtle fiercely. "Must have forgotten."

Leo leaned back in his seat to gesture. "And you wanted to miss on this opportunity why?" Despite all the weirdness before accepting that his immediate little brother had a woman and mate, it was nice to finally be able to tease him a bit.

"Are you kidding me!?" Michelangelo must have walked in and Wren couldn't help but giggle a bit. "First it was 'after midnight nookie' and now it's 'before breakfast nookie'?!"

She laughed outright into Raph's neck as he puffed out air, looking flushed as he glared at his brothers. "Still don't care that they heard us?"

"Shut up." Raph still didn't let her go.