1. Mistletoe (Casey/April)
Pairing: Casey Jones/April O’Neil
Warnings: suggestions leading to make-up sex, nothing too explicit though.
Word count: 1,061
ughhh, maybe I’ll draw something later to go along with this. Anyway, April has the Christmas Creep coming along. Casey finds a way to rid of it.
“Case, could you grab the garland from the closet? I think we need about two more yards of it to cover the fireplace edge.”
The creaking of the old wooden chair against curling tile shifted, followed by garbled mumbling. In the back of her mind, she hoped she wouldn’t catch him sleeping. There was too much to do today. “Casey?” she called out again, glancing into the kitchen. “Where are you?”
Casey sauntered in from the kitchen, with a bag of Cheezy Poffs crinkled in his hands, his tall, lanky form framing the small doorway yawning like a bear that had awoken out of hibernation. “huh, what’s going on now?” He mumbled sleepily. “What’s wrong?”
The frazzled redhead raised a brow at her fiancée, her lips furrowed into a pout. She turned to glare at him, a neatly manicured hand planted on her hip. Oh boy, here we go. Casey bristled in preparation from another lecture from April, which would probably be the fifth one this week. Yesterday it was about not replacing the deflated tire that the couple rode on their way to the farmhouse, and now it was about to be some stupid Christmas decorations.
“Have you been sleeping again when I specifically asked you to come help me?” hissed April, her eyes narrowing dangerously.
“Hey, I’ve been up since three in the morning trying to get us here on a flat tire –“
“In which you didn’t bother checking before we left my apartment, which I also specifically asked you to do.”
“Yeah, babe but you were such in a rush to get to the farmhouse, that I didn’t feel like time would’ve been –“
“Ah-ah-ah! here you go making up excuse for your problems, blaming it on me, Casey. When all I ask of you to do something so mediocre and you can’t even….”
Casey decided it be wise to fall back and let April rant, since he knew damn well he wasn’t about to win this battle. Sticking his cheese dusted hands in his pockets and setting his mind elsewhere, he glanced around the unorganized den, taking in the clutter of mildewed boxes and totes filled with old Christmas deco, old peeling wallpaper and dusty walls that were in need of cleaning. It was barley the first of December, and since the Turtles and Master Splinter were planning to spend the week at the farmhouse, there was a lot to do. Luckily, Raph had called earlier and told Casey that they were on their way to help clean up. While Casey was more than grateful for the much needed help, he wasn’t sure how the Turtles would deal with a PMSing April at the moment. And she was still at it, not even focused on Casey anymore but pretty much just talking to the wall.
“…and for all YOU care, you’re just gonna lie in bed all day, or just farting around with Raphael on those blasted motorcycles of yours…” The former vigilante was about to completely give up until his eyes trailed from April’s flustered pink face to a small plant that was dangling just over her head, bits of white dotting the dark green. Mistletoe, he thought immediately. How the hell it got there, he wasn’t sure, but a smirk slowly melted across his face as an idea formed in his head.
“…are you even listening to me? Casey? Casey! Oh, that is it I’m – mmppppph!“
She found herself squashed against a warm solidness, her lips compressed against his. Casey’s large hands held tight of her chin, nipping sensually against her mouth, tongue tracing the inside of her cheek. balled up fists slowly began to unfurl as she slowly melted into the kiss, her heart drumming lightly as Casey’s hands began to wander from her face, slipping past her shoulders, down to her waist, his fingers slinking between her undies waistband and skin. He lightly broke the kiss, pecking the tip of her nose before drawing back to look at her. April, on heavy breath stared at Casey. It wasn’t until she looked up to see the venomous plant that hung above their heads, causal as could be.
Funny, she didn’t remember hanging up mistletoe at all. Or maybe she did. She really didn’t know. Her attention was turned back to a now docile Casey, who brushed his lips against her forehead.’
“…hey, April Pie?” he murmured quietly, resting his forehead against hers.
“…yes, Casey?” she gasped, a little out of breath.
She giggled. “Sorry.” A flush of red spread across her cheeks, like spilt red ink on watercolor paper. “It’s just – I-uhm. Ha.” She began to giggle, her mouth slurring into mush.
Without warning, Casey hefted her up in his arms and proceeded to head upstairs, the smirk now a excited grin. However, April attempted to squirm out of his grip.
“Caaaaasseeeyy! you know that we’ve got so much to finish, and the guys are gonna be here soon! I don’t need this right now. ”
“Oh, but I think you do” he teased as he tromped up the stairwell and straight into the guest bedroom, gently laying her down onto the comforters. Climbing on, he grabbed ahold of her hips and scooted her forward, pinning a breathless and giggly redhead beneath him.
“Jerk.” She replied, playfully slapping at his forearms.
“You’re not gonna try an’ stop me?” he whispered, brushing a lock of fiery orange hair from her forehead to plant a kiss.
“Hmmm.” April murmured back. She reached to trace the stubble that aligned Casey’s chin, now wishing she could feel his unshaven face whispering between the insides of her thighs. “I’d like to…but then again…” she trailed off as he pressed his mouth against her chin, and her lips once more, as he made an attempt to whisk away her pants. Her toes curled as the sensation of soft lips trailed up her leg and towards her thigh, all feelings of irritation towards Casey vanishing away into nothing; how that mistletoe got there so suddenly, why they weren’t decorating the house, when the boys were going to arrive. “Speaking of which, how long until the guys arrive?” she gasped between kisses.
A mischievous chuckle and the feel of rough hands traveling up her sweater reminded her that question was going to have to wait for a few hours, if not, longer.
dantes939 replied to your post: can we all just agree that Morgan Freeman on the…
He was on the Electric Company?!!?
YEESSSSS. He’s all super loud and energetic. It’s hilarious to watch.
can we all just agree that Morgan Freeman on the Electric Company was the best decision ever
I’m thinking of writing out the prompts and illustrating them.
Probably gonna be a fanfiction set yooooooooooo
sweetkari replied to your post: Oh yeah, I should mention that I’m participating…
I participated in NaNoWriMo for a few days but I fell out of it. I really can’t get the muse going for my idea. Should probably focus on something else. lol
- Ahhh. I wouldn’t mind seeing what you’re writing though. Are you on the NaNoWriMo site by any chance?