Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Fanfic Chapter 9 – Forgive Me

By Hana M Brimeck

I stood in the on my fire escape holding my face up into the rain hoping to hide my annoyance and tears. Frustration wells up from deep inside, I let it out screaming into the rain. Why does he always have to be like that? It was just a dream. Why is he getting jealous? I don’t understand! I love him, isn’t that enough, why isn’t that enough? I scream until my lungs burn until I feel sick to my stomach from trying to breath and choking in the attempt. I collapse on the fire escape in tears.

I hate that I love him. I hate that I feel this way. I hate that I always forgive him.

“Aimee” a voice says, “What are you still doing outside?” Raph appears kneeling before me taking my face gently in his hands. He realizes I’ve been crying this whole time. “You’re shivering.” I was so lost in in my anger I hadn’t notice, I have no idea how long I’ve been out here either. “Let’s get you inside and warmed up.” He reaches down, picks me up, one hand under each leg so I’m straddling his abdomen, and ducks in through the window.

Delicately he sets me down, “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.” His tone was soft, this not the same Raphael that left me standing on my fire escape earlier tonight. He lifts my sopping wet tank top over my head exposing my breasts, my nipples were taut and small from the cold. He kneels down placing a hand over one breast, his mouth over the other nipple, the warmth from him felt comforting. I moan as his teeth gently clasp my nipple, his tongue flicking it. He pinches my other nipple at the same time. I lean my head back as a gasp escapes. My knees weaken. I’m so cross with him, but I can’t resist him either.

He lets go and slides his hands down, pulling off my cold soaked to the skin panties. “God you are beautiful.” He takes a moment to admire me before he kisses my stomach. He stands up, “Wait here.” He says before disappearing.

In the next room the shower starts, soon after he reappears with no belt, no mask, just him. He fidgets. I can tell he’s feeling exposed and nervous.