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selfless1978 · 5 years

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The Dance

Vicky woke slowly. Something that was very unusual for her. Normally she was jolted awake, haunted by things she saw in her dreams. Images she had lived through and still haunted her. It was one of the reasons she slept so poorly and why she chose to be a night owl.

This was also something she never told him about. Not wanting to seem more broken to him than she was letting on. After all, why would the strong one want to be around a woman who could break at literally any given reason, and almost had a few times in the last few months alone as she struggled to figure out what exactly she wanted.

No, this was still fresh and new for her to risk spoiling it with the shadows of her past and the demons haunting her mind.

Still, she was in somewhat of awe as she woke. Eyes blinking softly as she opened them. Looking around in a moment of confusion as she registered where she exactly was. And she was in his bed, naked and next to him with one of his large arms draped over her as he slept on. And suddenly everything came back to her on what exactly had happened last night.

Now, her body began to protest. He had wore her out, and she was definitely sore. All over the place, but none calling her attention more than the gentle, but good, ache between her legs and into her core.

He had made good on months of gentle threats. He had exhausted her, and in doing so forced her into a sleep that was restful. Because he had unknowingly hit upon the reason why she pushed herself past the point of exhaustion on a regular basis, so her mind would be to tired to dream.

Vicky looked at his sleeping face with something akin to wonder. Something that would probably have confused him if he were awake to see it. Probably not understanding the reason behind the soft look, and the gentle hand that rested now lightly on his cheek.

She could have stayed like this, curled up next to him under that tree trunk arm. The woman was very reluctant to move, both because she was completely comfortable and at ease here, and she didn’t want to risk waking him. Her screaming bladder had other ideas though.

Damn bladder.

With painstaking effort, slowly removing his heavy arm and wincing when she noticed he was partially lying on her long hair, Vicky somehow managed to slip out of the tangled covers of the bed and went on the hunt for a toilet.

A few moments later, she was looking at herself in the mirror as the toilet made it’s racket behind her. As she washed her hands, she looked in the mirror. Her hair was a messy, tangled, frightheap and there were a few marks that reminded her vividly as how she got them. Her face flushed as she remembered. He, definitely didn’t have any qualms of marking her. Not that her scratching nails were any better. Lord, he had done something to her last night, she had lost almost all control.

She quickly washed her face and struggled to bring her hip length hair back into some sense of normalcy. It wasn’t perfect, but at least she didn’t look like she stuck her finger in a light socket anymore. It would have to do.

The next surprise came in the form of the loud sound that came out of her stomach. She probably should shower or something first, but she was suddenly ravenously hungry. Shower could wait, she wanted food.

This was surprising to her because Vicky really wasn’t much of a morning anything. Not a happy person when she first woke up, for reasons already mentioned, and couldn’t really eat. She was just never hungry. In fact, she tended to go most of the day without really eating anything, but was a ravenous carnivore when supper time came around. That came from years of sleeping in, usually until noon. If she could sleep at all. Breakfast, just never was a priority for her.

On silent feet, she padded back out and grabbed her phone, putting on some music as she now shifted towards his kitchen. Her finger tapped lightly on her pursed lips as she took a moment to survey the space. Wondering where he kept what before the phone was set down and she began to gather things.

Music filled her ears as she started, the songs in the playlist she picked were slow, and quiet. And many of them favorites. and, as usual, she began to hum and sing softly along while being very mindful to not reach screeching levels so she wouldn’t wake him up.

Somewhere in the middle of this soft music breakfast making Vicky had decided that Raph was going to get breakfast too. After all, it wasn’t fair that she cook just for herself using his stuff. And, she wanted to do something special for him.

Soon enough, the smells coming from the stove was really making her mouth water, good Lord she was starving, but even this couldn’t keep her mind from wandering. Where she should have focused on the cooking food, her brain went everywhere else, mainly thinking about him.

About Raph.

This had been something she never really expected to happen. Almost her entire attention had been focused on another brother for so long, she hadn’t even considered this possibility. She stared blankly at the stove top as her mind replayed the last few months. Even during her mental journey, she continued to sing softly. The current song, that she had put on repeat, forcing her to think on the time passed and subject even harder.

What would I do without your smart mouth Drawing me in, and you kicking me out Got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down What's going on in that beautiful mind I'm on your magical mystery ride And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright

What would she do? She didn’t know. Raph had somehow quietly snuck up behind her while she was mooning over someone else. His teasing and flirting becoming more and more something she had looked forward to. She enjoyed trading snarky but playful insults with him. Nothing really bad, just things that brought a smile to both their faces. Soon enough she found herself more drawn to him. Most of her time visiting was spent with him. And things just finally came to a head. A tension that had been slowly growing finally evolved into...this.

Whatever this was.

My head's under water But I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

There was still a large amount of confusion in her. This was something she knew and understood one night together wouldn’t fix. Her head was swimming, her thoughts remained on him, she wondered, she worried. What if she really wasn’t what he wanted. Raph was impulsive, a tease, flirt and could be at times a grumpy ol’ bear, but she couldn’t deny he had treated her with dignity and respect.

He was Raph, and she began to wonder if she was biting off more than she could chew with him. She had no regrets, but she did wonder, what next?

'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me I'll give my all to you You're my end and my beginning Even when I lose I'm winning 'Cause I give you all, all of me And you give me all, all of you

Her humming turned to soft singing. Completely unaware that she did it because her mind was still thinking of Raph. And because of that she missed the tell tale sign of the eggs starting to turn a dangerous brown on the edges as she stirred the hash browns.

Vicky was lost in her own world now. Images of the past mixing with hopes of the future and the thousand possible outcomes. Already admitting to herself that she was growing more attached to him than she probably should. Even if he had brushed that worry away. Just because he dismissed it didn’t mean it wouldn’t still plague her.

She was that kind of person who had a hard time letting comforting words actually comfort. Anything could be said in the heat of the moment and later something else was usually done. She had been on the receiving end of that far too many times to just let words alone comfort her.

She snapped back to reality when one of the eggs let out a large, sizzling pop. Some of the grease pegging her on her still bare stomach. She ignored the brief pain as she looked at the stove in dismay.

“Oh no….” Her voice was on the edge of tears.

Smoke, was billowing out of the oven, probably protesting the now burnt presence of the biscuits in there. Hurriedly she opened the appliance, and was met with a large plume of the choking stuff before the sight of black biscuits was revealed.

“God dammit!” She hissed softly as she snatched them out of the oven, dropping the baking pan onto the counter with a clatter. The oven mitt was removed and thrown against the wall in her frustration. Just as her attention came back to the eggs, the edges now black and turned into themselves. This too was hurriedly removed from heat and the pan dumped into the sink. Eggs completely ruined.

Hash browns, she still had the hash browns, right?

Nope. Here, she hadn’t turned the heat up enough and they were a soggy, limp clump of something in the middle of the pan.

Now she fought to hold in her tears as she looked at the wonderful mess in front of her. “It’s ok.” She tried to calm herself. “Just try again. You can still surprise him.”

“So,” Vicky jumped at the sound and spun quickly to see Raph standing there, placing a toothpick in his mouth as his eyes wandered around her masterpiece of mayhem “looks like I need ta get ya singing and cookin’ lessons. Can’t have ya in here demolishing my kitchen on a regular basis while my poor ears suffer.”

How many times do I have to tell you Even when you're crying you're beautiful too The world is beating you down, I'm around through every move You're my downfall, you're my muse My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues I can't stop singing, it's ringing, in my head for you

She stood there, her hands wringing each other as she stared at him. The tears now rapidly building. Her attempt was now completely ruined and she closed her eyes tight to try and hold those damn little tattling balls of water in her eyes. She even dropped her head, hiding behind her hair as she turned away. Not saying anything to him as she began to clean up her mess. Once she was out of his view, she felt the moisture trail down her cheeks. Don’t let him see them, just don’t let him see them....

Before she could even wipe them away, she was gently turned around and found herself pulled against his chest and his arms pinned her there as he hugged her. Very gently despite his massive frame. His voice so low, and comforting, that she felt it rumble in his chest.

“Hey, ’s okay.” He felt his head rest on top of hers.

“No it’s not.” Vicky blubbered against him. “I wanted to make you breakfast, and I ruined it.”

Raph was quiet a moment, trying to figure out what to say, and to figure out why a messed up meal preparation set her off this bad. It was just food after all. Maybe there was something deeper going on in that head of hers. He just remained quiet, holding her against him as she cried herself out.

My head's under water But I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

She did slowly calm. Her soft crying turning into messy hiccups before the last tear was just a moist memory on her skin. Vicky took a deep, shuddering breath and leaned against his bare chest. Eyes closed as she held him and calmed more. The most frightening looking of the four brothers being the one who seemed to know to calm her.

“I’m sorry.” She finally mumbled into his chest.

“Fer what?” He asked his tone amused. “Smoking me out of my home or rubbing yer snot all over me?”

Vicky laughed lightly and looked up at him. “For both.”

He just grinned back at her.

“Dance with me.” Came suddenly.

“What?”

“You heard me, I want you to dance with me. Please.”

“Well, since ya at least said please....” He huffed a little and Vicky grinned at him, clearly seeing through his grumpy façade.

It wasn’t much of a dance per say. The two stayed close, Vicky still against his chest as they moved slowly and softly to the piano sounds that came out of her phone. Their gentle swaying doing even more to calm the flighty woman’s nerves. Soon enough she had her eyes closed, just happy to be next to him, feeling his large frame against hers as they danced.

Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts Risking it all, though it's hard

Close to the end of the song, she looked up at him again. Her eyes now soft and a hand reached up to cup his cheek, much like she had done earlier while he was still sleeping. “Thank you, Raph. For everything.”

Then she pulled his head down for a gentle kiss before the big loon could say something snarky like ‘I should thank you fer not burning down my kitchen.’

I give you all, all of me And you give me all, all of you

The song faded, but they still held each other close for a few moments. Vicky not really ready to let go and Raph just letting her have what she needed at the moment.

Finally, she pulled away with a light sigh and looked at her mess. “I suppose I should clean this up.”

“Would be nice. Since you made the damn mess. Then I’ll help ya and we can have a decent breakfast instead of this crap. I sure as hell ain’t eatin’ that.”

Raph quickly found out she had regained her own brand of snarky when she whipped out a dishtowel and popped him on his still bare ass with it.

“Oh, babe, it’s on now.”

Vicky just giggled and ran, with the large turtle right on her heels.

@tri-point-bruiser

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