Raph wasn't expecting that. Partly because Raph never would have expected it in a million years. He'd wedged the idea that they were just friends and that she'd never want anything more than that so firmly into his head that the only thing he had space for alongside it was his stupid teen angst about it.

But even if it was clumsy the kiss was filled with need and desire and all the things he wished so desperately that she might feel for him.

And it ignited those feelings he always had for her, of wanting to show her how he felt, of wanting to make her feel special, of wanting to make her feel good. He wanted so, so badly to be something that made her feel good. It made his chest ache and he didn't even technically have one under the plastron.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her in close, firmly, one arm sliding up her back so he could cradle the back of her head with his hand. It was his first kiss and it took him by surprise, and he had no idea what he was doing - especially since his stiffer lips weren't exactly ideal for figuring out kissing on the fly - but that didn't stop him from kissing her back.

Not just passionately. Wildly. Ferociously.