This is a series of short stories and drabbles set in my 2k7verse AU. Many of these will be the result of prompts given to me over at my tumblr, dorkinhighheels. You can read more about this verse in the stories: Loser, Dust of Life, Traffic, Prey, Love Story, Rid of Her, Breathe Me, Crossroads, Stir of Echoes, A Minor Issue and Boys Night Out, all of which can be accessed from my profile. Thanks for reading and please leave a review!

winnyverse prompted: 20. things you said that I wasn't meant to hear MikeyxAngel

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That first night, they drive into town to take a room at the poky little motel on the main street. It was obvious to everyone when they came back from the lake holding hands, Angel's lipstick almost entirely kissed off but for a faint red smudge, what the new state of affairs was, but still they wanted more privacy than the rambling old farmhouse could afford right then with every damn room occupied. "I'm… kinda vocal," Mikey had bashfully confessed as they had ambled towards the farmhouse at sunset, both of them dishevelled, breathless and unable to wait any longer.

Angel had cupped his cheek with one beringed hand and let a little smirk quirk her lips. "So'm I."

Mikey had grinned.

The room was nondescript and simple, but it was clean and the double bed was plenty big enough. Theyhad barely noticed it anyway, the tingle of anticipation snatching their breath and quickening their heartbeat as Mikey unlocked the door then shut it quickly behind them, the maddening awareness of each other's proximity distracting their gaze. For a moment they had simply stared at each other, his shell up against the door, her back to the bed. Then she had dropped her purse to the carpet, and they had rushed together and into a passionate clinch that had her knees buckling and a rush of pure desire flooding her loins.

So it had been excruciatingly fucking tiresome when her urgent need to pee had interrupted them moments later, entwined on the bed with both his hands up her top and her grinding hard against one of his hard thighs.

"Hurry," he had groaned, rolling back onto his shell with the butt of his palms pressing into his eyes. "I've been waiting like, twenty years Jewel!"

Finishing her business, she had flushed and washed her hands and checked her reflection even though she knew she could be covered in tar and hay and Mikey would still want her, and was surprised how desirable she looked even to her own eyes, her cheeks and lips flushed, her eyes sparkling, the joyous fire in them lighting her whole face. It had been a long time since she had felt that beautiful.

It was in the silence between the moment she stepped over to the bathroom door and grasped the handle, that she had heard Mikey sigh through the paper thin wood, and fervently whisper:

"Oh God, please let me be better hung than Raph."

She had bit her lip against the giggle even as her eyes stung with tears.

Afterwards, she had told him he was the biggest she'd ever had and though he had tried to shrug it off like it was nothing at all, the grin hadn't left his face for an hour.