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Seeing Red	By : Shawnie Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3623 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, nor do I make any money from the writing of this story. The original characters and plot, however, are mine.

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It had been the most difficult week of Claire’s life. She buried her grandmother; something she had always feared doing. It was worse than she could have ever imagined it. The funeral had a very small turn-out; her grandmother didn’t have many friends and Claire’s family was sparse. Jill, along with a few other trainers, was there to support her. To Claire’s surprise, Brad had also come to pay his respects. He didn’t say a word; simply took his turn kneeling at the casket, hugged Claire and left. Claire didn’t have the energy to process what that meant. She didn’t even really care what it meant.
After the burial, Claire hid out in the lair for a few weeks, taking a leave of absence from work. Mikey had given up his room for her. The first few days were unbearable; she spent most of the time alone in his room, only coming out for meals. She was in too much pain to interact with the guys – she wanted to grieve on her own. When she finally emerged on the third day, she felt like a different person. When she was younger, she felt alone because she was without her parents. Now, she truly understood the meaning of the word alone; she was alone in the world. She realized how fragile life was and decided that she would dedicate all her time to training and patrolling with the guys. It was the one thing that made her happy – and her Grams would want her to be happy.
Claire soon discovered that her grandmother had been very thorough with her will - she left all her assets to Claire: her beautiful brownstone apartment that was fully paid for, a 1964 Pontiac GTO that had been sitting in a parking garage for years, and to Claire’s shock, a substantial amount of inheritance from her stock funds. She arrived back at the lair after the asset division meeting with Gram’s lawyer, jingling a pair of keys.
“Hey, Donnie!” she yelled as she walked in through the door. He poked his head out of the lab, beaker in hand. “Catch!” She threw the car keys to him and he snatched them from the air. He lifted his goggles up off his eyes, stared down at the keys and gave her a puzzled look.
“Keys to your new car. I thought you might want to play around with it. It’s old, but it’s classic muscle. Maybe we could pick it up tomorrow night?”
“Wow, thanks Claire!” Donnie said happily. He walked over to give her a hug, nearly spilling the contents of the beaker on her shirt. “Sorry!” he said quickly, slightly flustered.
“Don’t worry about it,” Claire said smiling, wrapping her arms around his shell. Donnie made his way back to the lab and Claire trudged over to the couch, plopping down on the old, worn cushions next to Mikey. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, exhaling loudly.
Mikey reached down and grabbed her legs, swinging them up onto his lap. Claire opened her eyes and watched as he pulled the black heels off her feet, placing the shoes gently on the floor. He poked at her toe and she instantly giggled, reacting to his unexpected touch. “Will you stop that?!” She playfully swung at him.
“I’m sorry, but your feet are way weird! I mean, how can toes be that tiny?” Mikey wiggled his own two toes at her to show her his “normal” feet. Laughing and shaking her head, she pulled her legs underneath her body and curled up against him. “So, how did it go?”
Claire shrugged her shoulders. “It all means nothing if I can’t have my Grams.” She felt Mikey’s arm pull her in tighter. She looked up at him with sad eyes, “Can we just watch a movie tonight? Maybe with a ton of popcorn and junk food?”
He smiled, “Sounds like a great night! What are you in the mood for, babe? Your choice!”
They were halfway through a mindless action movie when Claire set down her bowl of popcorn and picked up the remote to press ‘Pause’. “Gotta use the little girl’s room,” she said to Mikey, moving the blanket draped over them. She had just gotten to the door of the bathroom when she heard hushed voices coming from the dojo. Curious, she walked up to the Shoji door and pressed an ear up against it.
“I can’t believe you,” a voice hissed.
“What? What am I supposed to do? I was given a job and I am going to do it. I need to protect this family,” another responded angrily.
The voices grew louder, revealing themselves to Claire.
“She was broken! YOU should have been the one there for her!”
“You think I didn’t want to be there for her? You think it was easy for me to just lay her down on the couch and walk away after her grandmother had died? You think I don’t wish that it was ME out there with her instead of Mikey? I-I would do anything for her and…” he choked.
“You – you still care for her.”
“Yes, Donnie, I do. But when I am with her, my judgment is clouded; my focus is not as sharp. She makes me want to forget about all my responsibilities and give everything I have to her. And that’s why I need to stay away from her. She’s not good for me.”
Claire stepped away from the door in shock. The words didn’t make sense in her mind. He cares for me, but I am not good for him. She wanted to cry, but physically couldn’t. She had done enough of that; instead, she just felt angry. He knows I’ve been hurting since Grams died, but he is too worried about his own selfish quest to be a better leader. He couldn’t take ten minutes out of his life to comfort me? Just hug me? She ran into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She looked up at her reflection in the mirror and realized her hands were shaking. Since Grams died, anger had become her default. Claire struggled now more than ever before to keep her temper in check. It’s easier to not get emotionally invested in anything, she told herself.
She took a few deep breaths and unclenched her fists. This overheard conversation between Donnie and Leo only helped to develop her hardened emotional shell.
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Claire pulled shirts and jeans down from their hangers in her closet, stuffing them into a duffel bag. She had made a trip back to her apartment to replenish her clothing supply at the lair. Throwing the bag over her shoulder, she locked her door and walked down the hallway to the elevator.
Ding.
The door opened to the first floor and Claire walked out of her apartment building, feeling the biting cold of a December day. She stepped out onto the sidewalk and nearly froze when she saw Brad. He was standing against a lamp post, nose reddened from the cold.
“B-Brad! What are you doing here?” Claire looked up at him warily. She hadn’t seen him since the funeral and that was weeks ago.
Brad shoved his hands in his pockets and nudged something on the ground with his shoe. “I uh – just wanted to see how you were doing. You know after..” He grew silent.
“I’m fine. I mean, as fine as I can be, ya know?” She sighed and shoved her keys in her bag. She hesitated before continuing, “Brad – are you still in with the Dragons?”
“Well, that’s also kinda why I’m here,” he looked up at her, hand running through his hair, hazel eyes intense.
Claire let out a sigh of disgust and turned to walk away, but Brad grabbed her hand. She immediately readied herself to fight back, but stopped when she saw the look in his eyes. He looked so lost.
“Brad,” she said softly, bringing her black gloved hand to rest on top of his. “Tell me, please – how can I help you?”
“Claire, just hear me out. I know you don’t agree with what the Dragons do, but I’m telling you, it’s not all bad. Sure the guys at the bottom – all the punks you see on the streets – are in the shit, but the higher ups in the organization are rolling in it. There’s so much money to be made here – money that can be used to save my gym; to upgrade the equipment, to bring in more clients. I could have the best gym in the city!”
“Brad, I really admire your ambition but you can do all of those things on your own. I could help you. WE can make the gym the one everyone wants to be a member of.” Claire moved her hand up to his face.
“Claire,” he whispered softly, turning his face into her palm. He gently kissed it and she quickly withdrew her arm.
“Listen, I really need to get to –“ she started.
“Those freaks, right? I know you spend all your time with them.” His voice was dripping with jealousy.
Claire felt a fire in her stomach. “They are NOT freaks. They are like family.” She narrowed her eyes at him.
“I-I’m sorry, Claire. I just – Okay, so here’s the real reason why I’m here. I am giving you one last shot to join the Dragons. You don’t even realize it, but the higher-ups are talking about you. You are at the top of their recruit list and I am pretty sure they will do anything to get you on their side. I even saw some Japanese guy come in and meet with Hun at HQ – he had a picture of you and that girl Sarah – you remember her?”
“The girl from Takahashi’s dojo? I sparred with her at the karate tournament last year. That’s weird, why would they have our pictures?” Claire furrowed her brow.
“I dunno, he said something about boon…tie – something, I don’t know. I don’t speak Japanese. I wanted to come and tell you this before things got crazy.” He stuck his hands back in his pockets.
Claire sighed and hugged Brad. “I appreciate you coming to tell me – I know you are just looking out for me. You always have.” She pulled back from him, “but I could never be a part of that.”
She turned and walked away, leaving Brad dejected on the sidewalk. She had a feeling it would be the last time they met under amicable circumstances.
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Letting out a frustrated cry, Claire jumped up from her meditative position. “I’m sorry, Leo. I just – can’t do this right now. How can I focus when all I want to do is hit something?” She clenched her fists, trying to hold back the sea of emotion about to wash over her. She could feel it: the anger. Threatening to take over. Part of her wanted to give in and just let it.
“Claire,” Leo started, standing up, “I know it might be difficult after….recent events, but if we keep at it and continue with meditation -”
“You know the Purple Dragons have a picture of me? That I am at the top of their list?” She walked right up to him, getting in as close as she could stand to be.
“Wh-what? What do you mean they have a picture of you?” Leo’s expression became very concerned.
“Brad came to see me today – by himself. He told me some Japanese guy came to meet with Hun and they had my picture. Talking about boon tie or something, I don’t know. The Purple Dragons are on the hunt for me and you want me to just sit here and meditate!”
“Buntai? It’s Japanese for ‘team’.” He brought a fist to his mouth, contemplating Claire’s words, eyes darting back and forth as he processed them. Claire felt an urge to just reach in and shake him.
“Jesus, Leo! Stop thinking and just let yourself go.” She grabbed his arm, gently squeezing his bicep. She couldn’t help herself, lowering her voice, “Let it go. Please.” She couldn’t stand how desperate the last sentence had escaped her.
“You know I can’t,” he simply responded, understanding the meaning of her words. There was no emotion in his voice. He pulled back from her, letting his hands fall at his side.

“You were right; you CAN’T give me what I need.” Claire turned and walked out of the dojo slamming the door shut, leaving a scowling Leo behind. What she needed right now was a release. Maybe some more practice with her katana –
“I know what ya need.”
Claire whipped around, “Raph?”
He remained silent staring intensely at her, arms crossed, shell up against the fridge door. She ran her hand through her long, blonde hair and looked up into his glowing amber eyes.
“So, what did you have in mind?”
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It was the first time in weeks that Claire had felt anything other than anger and pain. It was as if all her troubles had been left behind and nothing mattered anymore. Raph revved the motorcycle, popping the front tire up just a bit before leaning forward to weave in and out of traffic. The city was being treated to a rare, clear sunset and it reflected beautiful deep orange tones off the building windows.
The city looked like it was on fire.
Claire’s adrenaline spiked and she felt a smile form on her face. She stared at the front of Raph’s helmet in the side mirror of the bike as she thought, he really does get me. She pulled her arms even tighter around him, giving him an extra squeeze in appreciation.
She didn’t even know where they were headed; she didn’t care. For now, she was just enjoying the way the wind felt against her body as they sped through the city streets. Raph started to slow the bike down and Claire realized they were in a bad part of town. Pulling into a dark alleyway, he cut the engine and shut the headlight off. Jumping off the bike, Claire pulled the helmet from her head and looked around. She watched as Raph jumped up the side of the building onto the fire escape stairs. “Are you serious?” she muttered. She followed him up the stairs with only a little bit of difficulty; patrolling with the guys had really improved her skills.
When she finally reached the roof, she walked up to Raph who was perched on the north side edge of the building. “So, what’s the plan, chief?”
“We wait,” he said gruffly.
“Ooook,” she leaned back against an HVAC unit, crossing her arms and closing her eyes. She zipped her leather jacket all the way up to her neck feeling the wind whip across her face.
Five minutes later, Raph’s hand was on her arm. “It’s go time.”
Following him down the other side of the building, they quietly rounded the corner back into the alley. Standing before them was a group of Purple Dragons – probably new recruits, they didn’t look too tatted up yet. She grinned and looked up at Raph who smirked back at her. It was like Christmas came early.
They tore through the gang way too easily for Claire’s liking. Every punch was a release; every kick was weight off her shoulders. She soon lost herself in what she was doing as she straddled the Dragon that had collapsed to the ground, swinging a fist into his face over and over again.
“Aight Claire, dat’s enough,” Raph growled at her as she relentlessly pounded on the Dragon. A voice was screaming inside her to stop. You are going to kill him! But she couldn’t stop; it felt too good. She got in a few more good hits before she felt strong arms roughly pull her up from the cold ground. Claire whipped around and shoved Raphael hard. “Get off of me! I had it under control!” Claire yelled at him.
“Control?” Raphael snorted at her. “I didn’t see any control in what you just did,” he pointed to the heap of Dragons she took down.
She threw a punch at him which he blocked. She tried again; blocked. Back and forth, she threw them harder, faster. Frustrated, she cried out as she kicked; he caught it and sent her flying down to the ground, pain shooting through her elbow. She immediately got up and attacked him with everything she had. “You wanna dance, sweetheart? Then, let’s go,” he growled, eyes ablaze.
Claire was too caught up in her anger to see what she was doing. All her emotions that had been building up inside of her were being unleashed. She cocked her arm back and swung it at him with everything she had.
Grams is gone.
Raph sidestepped her punch and stood there, waiting for her next move.
Leo wants nothing to do with me.
With a growl, she launched herself at him. She didn’t even know who she was anymore. All her discipline from years of karate flew out the window. She turned and spun her heel at his leg, intentionally trying to hurt him; he caught her foot and simply dropped it to the side.
I am alone.
Driven by her anger and adrenaline, she threw right after left in quick succession at his head. He either ducked or blocked each one.
“Dat’s it, baby, put it all on me,” Raph’s eyes were fiery as he allowed Claire to attack him. He knew she wasn’t holding back. “I want you to take it all out on me.” His words only angered her further. She threw a roundhouse punch that barely missed his face. He caught her by the wrist and pulled up on her arm, bringing her in close. She stared up at him, the both of them panting. Without warning, he smashed his lips against hers. Claire didn’t even let herself think about it, just reacted to his touch. She pressed her body into his; her soft, supple chest crushed up against his scarred plastron. She wrapped her arms up around his neck, deepening the kiss, tongues massaging one another. In one swift motion, he grabbed at her thighs and hoisted her up into the air. She responded by wrapping her legs around his shell. He groaned and roughly pushed her up against a nearby building. A small voice in her head screamed at her to stop. She opted to ignore it; she just wanted to feel something.
Raphael grabbed at her jacket, tearing the zipper apart to get underneath. He pulled at her t-shirt, ripping it at the collar and began trailing kisses down her neck. She closed her eyes, enjoying how alive she felt. They immediately popped back open when she felt a tongue drag across her shoulder. It was what Leo did that night she went up to his room…
“Stop!” she yelled, pushing him away. He released her legs and she dropped back down to the concrete sidewalk, hastily zipping her jacket back up, her blonde hair whipping around her face in the wind.
“What? Whatsa matter?” Raph put both hands up on the brick building on either side of her head, trapping her.
She looked down at the ground, crossing her arms; she didn’t respond.
“It’s him, isn’t it? You were thinkin’ bout Leo.” He withdrew his hands from the building and rubbed the back of his head. “Let’s get outta here.”
In silence, they got on the bike and made their way back home. When they finally reached the garage, Claire practically jumped off. After what happened tonight, she just wanted to be alone.
“He’s an idiot, ya know,” Raph broke the silence, startling Claire.
“Excuse me?” She looked up at him, confused.
“I said: he’s a fuckin’ idiot. For what he did to you. He takes his ‘burden’ too seriously. He can’t see that he would be the luckiest man – or turtle – in tha world to have you by his side. Maybe one day he will.”
Claire blinked at him. Without another word, he lowered himself down into the manhole.
Raph’s words made Claire think – ‘he can’t see’. I need to make him see. I am no quitter. I fight for what I want. I WILL make him see. Eyes set with determination, Claire followed Raphael down into the sewers.
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Splinter had been sick for the past week and Leo was getting frustrated with his stubbornness. Leo wanted to have Donnie take a look at him, maybe draw some blood and run a few tests, but his father did not want the others to know.
“My son, I will be just fine. We have to give my herbal teas and remedies a chance to work through my system,” he put a shaky hand on Leo’s shoulder. Leo bowed his head and sighed. He stepped out of his father’s room, shoulders slumped. What if something was really wrong? Splinter wasn’t getting any younger and the life span of a rat…NO. I will not think about that. He WILL get better.
But the doubt in his mind lingered and ate away at his hope. He turned his focus to the Purple Dragons. Claire had said something about a team – who was that Japanese man and what were the Dragons planning? He began going through some of Donnie’s old files – it started innocently enough: Leo pulled the files, scanning each one briefly before reviewing the next. Soon, his frustrations got the better of him; between his father’s sickness and the Purple Dragon’s plan involving Claire, he was furious. He began ripping the files out of the drawers, throwing them around in a fit. Hundreds of papers flew through the air; he started punching out at them, green knuckles tearing through the thin material.
“L-leo?” He whipped around, fists raised, eyes flashing with anger.
Claire looked around at the mess, eyes wide. “Is-is everything OK?”
“NO!” he yelled. “Everything is NOT okay! Everything’s fucked up!” Claire nearly gasped; Leo never cursed. She tentatively put her hand on his shoulder and he violently shrugged it off. “If you came here to talk about us, I can’t hear about it. I’ve got enough to worry about, Claire. You need to move on.”
His words hit her like a Mack truck. “Fine. I get the message.” She turned and walked out of Donnie’s lab, running once she hit the kitchen. She ran all the way to Mikey’s room, closing the curtain behind her.
Leo instantly regretted what he said to her. He didn’t really mean it; he was just too frustrated with his own helplessness. Defeated, he put his head in his hands, ears following her footsteps as she ran through the lair. What is wrong with me?
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It had to be three or four in the morning; sleep didn’t come so easily to Claire these days. Between taking out all those Dragons and her incident with Raph that night, her body was tingling with want. A primal need slowly began to take over her body and she found herself a slave to its call. Rising from Mikey’s bed, she silently threw open the frayed orange curtain. She stepped onto the landing of the second floor and looked out into the lair. The darkness surrounded her; it soaked itself into every pore. It was as if her body was moving on its own accord – some unknown power directing her to his room. She knew it was cold, as evidenced by the goose bumps on her body underneath the short, green silk robe; but she didn’t feel the cold.
Her body was on fire.
Stepping barefoot to his room, she threw back the curtain, closing it just as quickly behind her. Her heart racing, she closed in on his bed. She strode confidently through the dark, without hesitation. She climbed onto the edge of the bed and heard the sound of metal clanging.
He must have grabbed his weapons, she thought to herself.
“Stop right there,” he warned. She didn’t heed his warning; she couldn’t stop herself if she tried. She crawled across the bed and thrust her hand forward into the darkness. She felt her hand meet his hard plastron. “C-Claire??” she heard him gasp. His voice was raspy and thick from sleep. Pushing him back down onto his bed, she straddled his body and ran her hands over his chest, sliding her fingers across each and every groove. She heard a sharp intake of breath; hands on his plastron, she could feel the pace of his breath quicken. “What are you doi-“, she quickly silenced him with a kiss. He groaned into her mouth and brought his arms up, his large green fingers running through her golden hair.
“Shut up”, she commanded. She untied the black sash on her robe and threw it onto the floor, revealing her naked body underneath.
He growled as her scent hit him and rolled her over, pinning her stomach down on the bed. She squirmed to get up, but he was much stronger than she was. He brought his face down to the back of her head, breathing in the scent of her freshly washed hair.
“Do ya even know how much I want ya right now?” he whispered in her ear. Claire shivered and moaned. “Do ya remember that night Mikey tried to braid your hair?”
Claire’s voice was caught in her throat; she just nodded her head.
“When I was helpin’ ya fix it, you stepped back into me and your hair – it smelled so good. YOU smelled so good. I just wanted to turn ya around and have my way with you.”
He slowly ran a finger down her spine, pausing when he reached her ass. He grabbed it with two hands, pulling it up off the bed and spread her wide open. Claire gasped as she felt the cool air kiss her. He lowered his head and gently licked at her folds. Claire groaned softly, face first into the pillow to muffle the sound. She felt a thick finger gently prod at her opening, running along the edge of her lips. She exhaled a shaky breath as she felt it penetrate her, stretching her wide. Raph leaned over her, keeping her legs pinned together with his strong thighs.
He brought his mouth to Claire’s ear. “You are so damn sexy,” he purred as he pushed his finger in and out of her. She bit down on her lip. “But what about Leo?”
The name evoked a horrible feeling in her stomach. “He doesn’t want me,” she said softly.
“Well, I want you.” He removed his finger, eliciting a disappointed groan from Claire and turned her around so she was face to face with him. “Let me see you,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. A soft noise erupted from his throat and Claire stared up at him, eyes wide. “Oh, sorry, it’s a –uh – thing that happens when I’m really turned on.” She pressed her hand lightly against his thick, muscular neck, feeling the churr vibrate against her fingertips.
“It’s sexy,” she said with sultry eyes.
She wrapped her legs around his shell while running her hands up and down his thighs. “Before we go any further, I just want to make sure we are on the same page. I am just satisfying an urge here – this means nothing to me.”
Raph scoffed, “You think I want a girlfriend? This is just us,” he paused to lash his tongue out at her perked nipple, “- having a little fun.”
Claire gasped and nodded her head. “Okay – in that case,” She ran her fingers up along the edges of his lower plastron, brushing against the sensitive skin underneath.
“I want you inside of me,” she whispered.
She watched as he relaxed his lower body and let himself drop out of his shell. He was huge; bigger than any man she had ever been with. The mere sight of it had her sex aching. She removed her legs from him and pushed him back – he complied and sat back on his heels. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth hungrily. He moaned, his churr growing louder as she ran her tongue from the tip all the way down the shaft. He gently placed both hands on her head, allowing her to set the pace. She couldn’t get enough of him; she took all of him in her mouth, sliding it down her throat as far as she could go. She had gotten him well lubricated when he suddenly hissed and quickly spun her around. He ran a large, calloused hand down her back as she held herself up on all fours. She felt him kneel behind her as he lazily dragged the tip of his throbbing member against her slit. Her body ached for him.
He slowly pushed himself inside of her and Claire stiffened at how big he felt. Sensing her hesitation, he brought a hand around her waist, snaking it underneath her body and softly flicked at her clit to ease her. She moaned and felt her walls loosen up as he slid inside of her inch by inch. He started a slow, soft rhythm that had Claire’s body trembling. Wanting more, she began to push back against his hips with each thrust prompting a low growl from him. He increased his speed, pulling out and slamming back inside of her. He dug his fingers into her ass and she pushed her head further into his pillow to muffle her cries.
He pulled out of her and wrapped both arms around her waist, flipping her over onto her back. He sucked gently at her nipples as she arched her body into his. She reached down to grab his engorged member and pulled it towards her opening, eager for him to penetrate her again. She felt him smirk against her chest and he abruptly pulled her up into his lap, burying himself deep inside of her. She threw her head back at the mix of pain and pleasure as he grabbed her hips and slowly rocked her against him. She curled her legs around the bottom of his shell as he dragged his soft, wide tongue along her neck, running it up from the base of her throat to the edge of her jaw. She pulled her head back in towards him, gasping, wriggling her body to drive him in deeper. Panting, Raphael roughly pulled her head forward into a kiss, keeping his other arm wrapped around her waist. Between the vibrations of his churr resonating in her own throat and the way his lower plastron was rubbing against her clit, Claire knew she was close. She tightened her grip on his shoulders as their bodies were locked in a frenzied dance, responding fiercely to one another. They never broke the kiss.
She moaned into his mouth as she felt her release; it tore through her, wave after wave swelling and crashing. She felt her sex spasm more intensely than she had ever felt before, grabbing at his swollen manhood buried deep inside of her. Raphael couldn’t hold it back any longer and she felt his release - a warm sensation in her stomach as he quietly cried out her name.
With an exhale, Claire flopped back onto the bed, closing her eyes. She felt Raphael fall down next to her and she swung herself up onto the edge of the bed, feeling along the floor for her robe.
“Where do ya think yer goin’?” With strong arms he pulled her back onto the bed, pinning her against him.
“I should get back to Mikey’s room.” Claire looked up into his amber eyes – they looked different. There was a softness about them. “Everyone’s going to be up in a few hours for training.”
He ran his hand along her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear. He pressed his lips against the back of her neck and released her.
“Aight. See ya for breakfast, then.” He rolled over and pulled his blanket up around him.
She quickly wrapped her robe around her body and quietly made her way back to the orange curtain. Sliding underneath Mikey’s covers, she let out a relaxed breath. For the first time in a month, her mind felt clear and focused. She closed her eyes, hoping to get a few hours of sleep before Mikey would burst into the room, bouncing on the bed to wake her for training.
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