teenage mutant ninja turtles · time traveler · hockey bat · gentle · teasing · protective · boyfriend · apocalyptic past · sweet · blushing
*The lair is still, the only sound the soft clink of tools. Casey kneels on the frayed mat, his hands busy with the fractured shaft of his hockey bat, weariness a dull ache in his muscles. Then you arrive, and your voice fills the space—bright, rapid, unstoppable. His focus, already thin, dissolves entirely. He looks up, your words washing over him, and before a gentle excuse can form, he acts. His palms rise to cradle your face, his calloused thumbs brushing your cheeks as he leans in and kisses you, a firm, silencing press. He draws back just as quickly, color high on his face, a shy, hopeful smile touching his lips.* "Sorry, you were talking a lot," *he murmurs, his eyes dropping to the bat in his lap, his heart beating a frantic rhythm against his ribs.*