Welcome back! Could I suggest 28 and 1 for Raphael please?
The Raphael train arrives, there’s so many request for him and I’m starting with this one.
touching foreheads
feeling for each other in the dark
The security alarms were still blaring by the time your nerves had settled and regardless of knowing that the guys were inside, it still didn’t shake the unease.
Working in a tech company had its benefits but suddenly being targeted for probably possessing hardware that bad guys could take advantage of was definitely not one of those pros. Hence the lockdown, the blaring sirens and now the darkened office you had been barricaded inside for the last two hours. Donnie had clearly cut the power as well as the cameras so they could get inside.
Raphael was the one that had you more worried in retrospect. You could already picture the beat down he must be dishing out to these fools, but it didn’t help to know that his anger could cloud his judgment and therefore land him in a position were he was hurt or worse…
You shook your head, clutching your phone to your chest. Donnie would give you the say so soon for sure, tell you to exit through whatever intricate escape route he hatched and soon enough you could be with Raphael.
A hard thud and something metal connecting with a nearby desk startled you. The anxiety spiked, had one of the criminals found your office? It was too dark for you to try and find an object to defend yourself. Tucking your phone back into your pocket you covered your mouth for fear of making a sound. Raph had taught you some basic defense moves, don’t stick your thumb into the fist, make sure you don’t break a wrist, aim for the throat or groin. You could do this.
But what if they had a gun?
It took too much of your resolve to not whimper. The idea alone made you shudder, there was no way this could end up being your fate.
“Baby? Baby, its alright, come out” Raphael’s voice was above a whisper but it was by far the greatest sound you had heard all evening. “It’s fucking dark, I don’t wanna accidentally kick ya, come out” You heard hesitant steps and what you assumed was his shell bump into the copier machine. You crawled out from under the desk and took a shuddering breath. “Raph I can’t see shit, just hold out your hand” You had your extended, trying to feel from something hopefully resembled scales.
In the shuffle and banging you were able to grab a hand, a very large and familiar hand and before you could let every emotion crash and wash away, you felt his forehead press against your own. “Ya alright? They hurt ya? Do anything?” You shook your head while still pressed against his own to each of his questions. Raph sighed in relief, the fact that you were warm and against him, breathing and safe.
When the police scanner had picked up what was happening he had sworn his ears had failed him, the name of your company, the word ‘hostages’.
He had almost driven the truck himself to get here.
He pulled you in closer, kissing you roughly to make sure this wasn’t some dream. Just as he felt lips react against his own, the all to familiar taste of the coffee you had had just before this insanity and the scent of your perfume that led him here…
Did he allow his heart to stop beating so quickly.
