Writing prompt if you're up for it! Write ghostly Raph watching Gabe masturbate when she knows he's watching. Maybe he kept asking about it or something, or maybe they're close enough by then (though not romantically involved yet) that she kind of accepts his perpetual presence by then.
“But it does not make sense. I mean… I have watched a lot of videos on the internet, but it doesn’t make se-”“You’ve watched PORN?! On MY laptop?!,” Gabrielle hissed, while she snapped herself into a sitting position, “Do you EVER think of… UNGH!”, she fell back onto the pillow face first.
This freakish ghost was just SO.. SO… ridiculously FRUSTRATING!“I… I did clear the history afterwards. So it should not matter, really. But… you know… it REALLY didn’t explain why you did this kind of thing… and ‘having sex alone’ does not seem really appealing, still,” aaand that’s what he does. Talking a lot. And asking a lot. All the time. About the same theme, because he just does not get it. “So… could you… explain it again? Yes?”Gabrielle groaned in frustration. He was not usually a terrible companion, but after he had seen her masturbate - just ONCE - he was completely obsessed with ‘understanding what she was doing. Just… urgh. Why in the world was he so interested anyway?!“It’s sex. It *feels good*, it’s something natural. EVERYONE understands, Raph. Seriously. Just… let it go,” she huffed.“But you’re a woman!”“MMMNGH!,” the pillow was good at muffling her frustration. Seriously. Just… why was he so adamant about this. And why exactly is he so persistent exactly THESE days. It’d been weeks since she had some… 'me-time’. And with the bathroom being frequented by everyone, this was just… just… so frustrating.“Women have much less of a sex drive. They can enjoy it, I suppose, but all alone? Isn’t that just about weird? I mean… come on. How would that ever be enjoyable? Just… touching yourself? I mean,” and he goes on and on and on…“Raaaph… it’s stupid. It just IS like that. Why don’t you just believe me and-”“But how does it WORK, I mean…”Gabrielle threw a pillow through him. He looked after it and then blinked at her. After this, he looked back at her and opened his mouth again: “ANYway, it-”“FINE! Fine. Bloody hell! FINE! You know what?! You can WATCH me! That’s the last thing. I can’t explain, so just WATCH, alright?” That should be fair enough, right?! You can look and that will be FINE, yes? You’ll STOP asking, yes?! FINALLY?He was floating above the bed. And in a second, he folded his now-existent legs and nodded sagely: “Yes, good,” and shut up. That was… something. And now… nooow… yeah…Lets see how this… goes… mrh.
