Of Turtles and Lizards

Compromising Situations

Leo's POV

It had been a normal morning at the lair, we got up, went to the kitchen and found Mikey already cooking. Except there was one thing missing. A stocky emerald green hot-headed grump named Raphael. Raph was always one of the first ones up and he was always the first one to start whining and complaining about 'early morning training.' Something was up. So, either Raph had been out late last night, which was impossible given that his arm was still healing and he wasn't allowed to leave the lair. Unless he snuck out, which he didn't. I should know. I was the one given the responsibility of guard duty.

Thank goodness Mona Lisa was able to convince him to take to it easy, I'm not complaining...okay I'll be honest I'm totally complaining, but when Raph is trapped in the sewers he can be really hard to deal with, and I'm talking way worse than usual. It's been hard enough just staying the same room with him, not to mention making certain that he didn't go topside...I just haven't gotten any rest. Speak of the devil, he should've been up by now.

I pushed up from the table and headed straight for the hot-headed turtle's room. Once there I raised a hand and reached to knock. However, as soon as my hand hit the door it swung open slightly. My eyes widened. Raph's door is never open.

One three fingered hand pushed the door the rest of the way and I entered, cautiously, one hand reaching for my katana. I scanned the room and froze. Nothing: nothing out of place, nothing out of line, and no emerald green turtle. My brow crinkled in confusion. Where was he?

Then it hit me.

No, he couldn't be...I walked out into the hall and down to the next room, Mona Lisa's room. I knocked gently. "Mona? Have you seen Raph?" I asked rather loudly.

"Leo, Sh! She's still asleep!" Raph's voice whispered from the other side. I turned the handle and went in swiftly. My eyes widened as I took in the scene in front of me.

Raphael was on the bed, his right side to the wall as he lay on his carapace. Mona Lisa had thrown herself across his plastron, her arms wrapped around him gently, her hair a complete tussled mess. The wild brown wad that was her hair blocked most of her face, but I swear I saw her lips form a small contended grin as she snuggled up against my brother. I couldn't help but stare in shock. How—How long had this been going on?! My mind reeled.

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Third Person POV

Raphael made a shh gesture and Leonardo watched as he carefully climbed out of bed, being careful not to wake the sleeping mutant beside him. Raph got out, and turned to look back down at the brunette, with an affectionate grin on his face. God, I'm going soft! He thought to himself. But for her...it's worth it. The emerald green turtle pulled the covers up gently and Mona Lisa immediately responded making a small 'hmm' of contentment as she snuggled into the added warmth. The normally hot-headed turtle bent down, kissing her forehead lovingly before going to his older brother's side. Leonardo looked a little bit shell-shocked and Raph raised an eye-ridge. "What?" Leo's shocked face quickly began morphing into a carefully schooled expression and the red-banded turtle knew he was about to yell. Raphael threw over hand over the eldest turtle's mouth before he could wake Mona and dragged him out of the room.

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Raph's POV

I clamped my hand over Leo's mouth to make sure he didn't wake Mona and as I pulled him out into the hall I heard him say, rather loudly, "Rmp, amph puphm crpha?!"