Warm Honey

Warm honey…

Yeah, that's it…

That's what they remind me of….

Raphael's eyes remind me of warm honey -- the kind that Sensei sometimes adds to his tea.

They look like honey but they burn like fire.

Every time he looks at me I can feel myself melt…

…..oh my god!

I can't believe I just thought that! I sound like one of those ditzy love-stuck teenage girls from Master Splinter's soap operas!
When the hell did I turn into such a sissy?
Or better yet, when the hell did I start caring about the color of Raph's eyes?

It's just that they're so…hypnotic…

I bet that if I stared into them for too long, I'd forget all my problems and bend to his every will.

Good god, I hope he never realizes how much power his golden irises harbor. His ego is big enough as it is.

Then again, maybe he already knows. That would explain the cocky grin of his. And as much as I'd like to wipe that stupid smirk off his face…I also want it to stay because when he smiles…those honey-colored pools shimmer and dance with happiness that is so rare, it's like getting to see Halley's comet.

….ugh…more of that sissy crap….

But even when he's angry, which is as common as the sunrise, I can't help but notice his eyes. They snap with a dangerous fire and I half expect sparks to start shooting out of them. I think that's why people find him so intimidating.

Well, at least part of the reason why.

His size is probably the first thing others notice. How could they not? He's already six feet tall and probably has another couple inches to grow. Then there's all that muscle he's packed on...

Tight, solid muscle that's all perfectly symmetrical…

Damn, he's sexy.

I would just love to run my hands over his biceps and…

…wait a minute…

DID I JUST THINK RAPH IS SEXY?

ARGH!

This is not good!

I should not be thinking about him THAT way!

If he finds out, I am so dead…

"What in the hell are you staring at?"

Oh, shit.

I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn't even realize I had been standing at the edge of the dojo, watching him pummel his punching bag and probably looking like a moron. Raph was paused mid-punch, a sneer on his face as he glared at me. Rage rolled off him in waves that I could feel all the way across the room. Great. He was in one of those moods.

"Not much," I shot back out of automatic defense before turning and marching away, his eyes on me until I disappeared through the doorway.

Raph didn't follow me which was slightly surprising seeing as how I just insulted him. Normally, he'd be barreling after me to seek revenge, verbal or physical. Or both. I think he was confused.

Because I had clearly been blushing.

Shit, shit, shit, shit….

I could still feel the embarrassment at being caught burning on my cheeks.

And now I'm….disappointed? Is it disappointment in myself or disappointment in him for not running after me, tackling me to the ground, pinning me down, and glaring at me…

Oh god, the way his muscles glistened with sweat…mmmm….

….and those gorgeous eyes….

Fuck.

I need a shower.

A really cold shower.