《A-Team》Sexual desire
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Raph kept glancing at me throughout the whole day. I began to feel a little self conscious and nervous as his stares became replaced by an unknown expression. He seemed to be biting the inside of his cheek as if preventing himself from saying something.
"Raph. Raph. Raphie. Raphael. Raaaphieee."
"I will pay you not call me that," Raph mutters.
"What? Raphie? But you used to love that nickname," I point out.
"Yeah. When we were 10," he says
We are in his room, lying on his bed and holding hands. Donnie and Mikey are with April, who decided to come, playing on her laptop. The day is going great so far if you ignore the ackward moments between me and Raph.
"I think Raphie is a cute name though."
"Well I don't," he says. "So please don't call me that."
"And you call me the stubborn one," I whisper under my breath.
"You are the stubborn one," he says. It sounds crazy coming from him but he isn't wrong. At least I'm not the only stubborn one in this family.
Raph rolls on his side so he's facing me and props up his elbow. "Did you lock the door?" He asks.
"No but its closed,"I reply.
"Lock it," he demands. His tone is harsh yet determined. I raise an eyebrow at him and he just glares at me.
"Um...why?" I ask.
"Just listen to me. I want to show you something," he replies.
I get out of bed and lock the door. The moment I turn around I bump into Raph and he pushes me against the wall. I gasp and he covers my mouth.
What the shell??
My pulse is drumming and I begin to breath fast. Fear consumes me yet I feel a bolt of excitement run through me. Raph puts his hand down and cups my cheeks.
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"Raph what are you doing?" I whisper weakly.
He responds by kissing me and pushing his body against mine. His lips are rushing and I struggle to keep up with his pace. His hands land on my waist but they travel down lower.
With a racing mind and heart, my eyes snap open when it reaches in between my legs. I push his plastron gently but when he ignores me and goes deeper, I push him harder.
"What are you doing?" I shriek. I pant and move away from him. Raph looks like he wants to say something but he doesn't.
"What the hell?" I yell as he closes his eyes.
I am beyond surprised and uncomfortable. Kissing Raph was weird enough but this is just too intimate. We're 15 for God's sake!
"We get together and you want to do this already?" I press on. "You're sick!"
"Leo don't go please. Just hear me out!" He chokes out.
I should've waited. I should've let him explain and listened to him. But I just didn't want to hear it. I exit his room and leave him alone.
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