TMNT FICLET : A Good Dream
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micaturtleWell, here's the 1st of my promised Xmas present fics! This one is for Jordan (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aloneindarknes7) She wanted a Rafieo/Mikey ficlet with the prompt "Blush".
Title: A Good Dream
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Pairing: Dark Raphael Clone from Fast Forward aka "Rafieo" / Michaelangelo
Author: Mica
Word Count: 377
Rating: PG-13
BETA: None really, butaloneindarknes7 looked it over for me. However PLEASE tell me if you find any errors (I promise to fix them ASAP)
Prompt: "Blush"
Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT. I *WANT* to own the TMNT pinball machine though... someday ;D Also, I have borrowed the characterization of Dark Clone Raph thataloneindarknes7 has artfully crafted for this ficlet.
Summary: Mikey's face is turning all red! Oh My! Whatever shall Rafieo do? (I know, cheezetastic summary ;)
Rafieo flicked the switch in the bathroom off and used the residual glow from the nightlight to make his way back to his room. He had hated leaving the warm cocoon of blankets, but when nature called, a turtle had to answer.
The large red-skinned mutant sighed as he opened the door to his own bedroom. He had also hated dislodging Michaelangelo from where the little turtle had been nestled upon his plastron. Thankfully, Mikey had stirred a little, but not awoken.
Rafieo gazed upon his lover's sleeping form and smiled. The little turtle was curled up in a ball laying on his side. The larger turtle carefully slipped under the covers behind Mikey, spooning up behind his partner's smaller carapace and draping his large red arm over him.
Rafieo's brow furrowed in concern as he looked down at his bedmate's face. Michaelangelo's eyes were scrunched closed and a grimace graced his features. Most predominately though, a light red blush was visible despite his green skin. His entire head was flushed, becoming more pronounced over the top of his beak.
Rafieo's fretting was interrupted by a sudden memory surfacing from the recesses of his mind where the fragmented mental records of his original dwelt.
A much younger Michaelangelo, sleeping on a couch covered with piles of blankets, his face bearing that same reddish flush ... "He may not make it" Donatello looked grim ... His harsh, scratchy breathing ... Replacing the water-soaked rag on his forehead and waiting for his fever to break.
As Rafieo's mind cleared and he came back to the present, the worry that had been in his thoughts doubled. Michaelangelo was sick! What should he do? Michaelangelo moaned quietly, causing his boyfriend further anxiety. Rafieo placed his hand on Michaelangelo's head to take his temperature.
"Oh Rafieo," Mikey moaned quietly, "Pound me wide open."
Rafieo looked at his sleeping lover in confusion. Then he saw the bulge in the blankets near Michaelangelo's groin. Oh. Oh. Rafieo breathed a sigh of relief, feeling rather silly for getting all worried for nothing.
He smiled at the soundly sleeping Michaelangelo. "Let's see if we can help you with that blush." he said quietly to himself as he reached his hand under the blanket and around to his lover's front.
aloneindarknes7) She wanted a Rafieo/Mikey ficlet with the prompt "Blush".Title: A Good Dream
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Pairing: Dark Raphael Clone from Fast Forward aka "Rafieo" / Michaelangelo
Author: Mica
Word Count: 377
Rating: PG-13
BETA: None really, but
aloneindarknes7 looked it over for me. However PLEASE tell me if you find any errors (I promise to fix them ASAP)Prompt: "Blush"
Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT. I *WANT* to own the TMNT pinball machine though... someday ;D Also, I have borrowed the characterization of Dark Clone Raph that
aloneindarknes7 has artfully crafted for this ficlet.Summary: Mikey's face is turning all red! Oh My! Whatever shall Rafieo do? (I know, cheezetastic summary ;)
Rafieo flicked the switch in the bathroom off and used the residual glow from the nightlight to make his way back to his room. He had hated leaving the warm cocoon of blankets, but when nature called, a turtle had to answer.
The large red-skinned mutant sighed as he opened the door to his own bedroom. He had also hated dislodging Michaelangelo from where the little turtle had been nestled upon his plastron. Thankfully, Mikey had stirred a little, but not awoken.
Rafieo gazed upon his lover's sleeping form and smiled. The little turtle was curled up in a ball laying on his side. The larger turtle carefully slipped under the covers behind Mikey, spooning up behind his partner's smaller carapace and draping his large red arm over him.
Rafieo's brow furrowed in concern as he looked down at his bedmate's face. Michaelangelo's eyes were scrunched closed and a grimace graced his features. Most predominately though, a light red blush was visible despite his green skin. His entire head was flushed, becoming more pronounced over the top of his beak.
Rafieo's fretting was interrupted by a sudden memory surfacing from the recesses of his mind where the fragmented mental records of his original dwelt.
A much younger Michaelangelo, sleeping on a couch covered with piles of blankets, his face bearing that same reddish flush ... "He may not make it" Donatello looked grim ... His harsh, scratchy breathing ... Replacing the water-soaked rag on his forehead and waiting for his fever to break.
As Rafieo's mind cleared and he came back to the present, the worry that had been in his thoughts doubled. Michaelangelo was sick! What should he do? Michaelangelo moaned quietly, causing his boyfriend further anxiety. Rafieo placed his hand on Michaelangelo's head to take his temperature.
"Oh Rafieo," Mikey moaned quietly, "Pound me wide open."
Rafieo looked at his sleeping lover in confusion. Then he saw the bulge in the blankets near Michaelangelo's groin. Oh. Oh. Rafieo breathed a sigh of relief, feeling rather silly for getting all worried for nothing.
He smiled at the soundly sleeping Michaelangelo. "Let's see if we can help you with that blush." he said quietly to himself as he reached his hand under the blanket and around to his lover's front.
