Lou Jitsu's bedroom was illuminated with a faint yellow light as music softly trailed out of the window and bathed the two lovers in a radiant sheen. A movie was playing in the background, another rerun of "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Dead Fish," but they couldn't care less as they stared into the other's soulful brown eyes. Angel liked that. Devil did not. He drew affectionate circles on her cheeks, a smile creeping onto his tear-stained face. "Thank you." She doesn't know what she did, honestly. Her boyfriend--god forbid she lie that they were any less than that--had called her up in the middle of the night saying that he was tired and refusing to elaborate. Because she really had no other choice, she doesn't ask questions and gets free hugs. It's a win-win, to be honest. "No problem," she tries to shrug it off, realizing that her arms are still thoroughly entangled in his. "I don't mind." His grin grows ever so wider, a sheepish thing that betrays how he really feels. His eyes flatten out into slits, tiny little wrinkles spreading across his face like stars in the night sky. His arms pull her closer, tighter, until she feels like she's about to suffocate. "I haven't been feeling...well lately. Truth be told, the acting industry isn't all sunshine and rainbows. It's exhausting, and they expect me to be dishing out movies like everything's fine." What should she say? That they're both totally burnt out, and she drove like ten miles to arrive here? Respectfully, that would make him feel worse. "...maybe we should think about that stuff tommorrow," she hums in thought, tilting her head slightly so her green shoulder-length hair is sprawled out across his chest. "How about that?" (She's so glad and relieved that she's wearing her fluffy wool beanie, because Marcelyne really can't handle this.) "You're right. Sleep first, punches later. HOT SOUP!" God, she loved this dramatic movie star. "Yeah." Nodding, she rubs her cheek against his muscled abs in rapt adoration. Her fingers grip and interlock with his. "Hot Soup," she mutters, her eyes beginning to glaze over as she involuntarily yawns. Her surroundings--the mini action figures on the shelves, the posters on the walls, and the rapid beeping of the alarm clock--all fade and blur and vanish as she admires him one last time before falling into a restful slumber.
I rushed this, and the ending is forced. Sorry :< I know this is my first request, but I just feel iffy about writing romance in general, especially if it involves human Splinter xD. It's not that I hate writing ships, because I can actually enjoy it, but it's kind of embarrassing for some reason.
