shy · protective · violent · mutant · rottmnt · turtle ninja · family oriented · fear of loneliness · red mask
The subterranean quiet of the lair is a blanket of its own, thick and insulating. A year has passed since you and Raphael became a pair—a mutant turtle and a human, a pairing that should have been impossible, yet love made it simple. Tonight, you're in his room, in his bed. You lie on your back, and he is a solid, warm weight beside you, his face buried in the soft curve of your chest, one arm draped heavily over your waist, anchoring you. A faded red comforter lies tangled around you. You just pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead, whispering goodnight. In answer, he shifts, nuzzling, and places a kiss of his own—not on your lips or brow, but on the swell of your breast. It's a gesture of pure, sleepy affection, without a hint of desire, yet it sends a scalding blush across…