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Chapter Nineteen

Leonardo gave a soft groan as he awakened, slowly opening his eyes to barely slits. He then squeezed them shut again against the light as it seemed to burn them. He was vaguely aware his head was killing him.

He stifled another groan and tried once more to open his eyes. Now the light was mysteriously gone and all he could see was darkness. He could tell, however, that this was his room and he was in his bed.

"Sorry about that," a voice came to his left.

"Donny?" he croaked out.

"Yeah, it's me," Donatello affirmed.

Leo tried to sit up, but his head swam violently. He felt his stomach lurch with nausea and he found himself lying back down before he threw up.

"Ah, geez," he grimaced, "What happened?"

"You’ve suffered a concussion," Don explained, "And a mild case of hypothermia. You've been out for a day and a half. It'll be a few days before you can even consider resuming normal activity. Got that?"

"Got it," Leo moaned.

"So, how are you feeling?" Don asked.

"Like a train hit me," Leo answered, wearily.

"You're lucky to be alive," Don told him, "If it wasn't for Alisa... She saved your life."

Instantly, the events of that night flooded Leo's mind. Karai, their fight, and then after that he remembered nothing except pain and blackness filling his vision. What had happened to his koibito?

"Alisa!" he exclaimed.

He nearly leapt out of bed, forgetting his own pain; his own suffering. All he wanted was to make sure she was still alive. That he hadn't lost her too... He felt his heart wrench in his chest.

"Easy, Leo," Donny assured, "She's okay. She's resting in her room."

"She was injured," he continued, "Her hands were slashed pretty badly. We think she was cut on a sword. It's been very painful for her, so she's periodically drugged up on pain killers."

The blue-masked turtle stood to his feet then and determinedly began walking to the door. He fought back the dizziness and nausea that threatened to overwhelm him.

"Leo, wait," Donny warned, "You're still in no condition to get out of bed."

"I don't care," Leo replied, resolutely.

The journey to Alisa's room was slow and agonizing. Twice he nearly fell flat on his face as he stumbled down the hall. He grabbed for the wall and huddled close to it for support.

His breathing had grown a little heavy and his head felt like it would split open at any second. He swallowed hard against the bile that was working its way up. The nausea was so strong it forced him to stop a few minutes and wait until it passed before he continued to press on.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he arrived at her door. Quietly, he pushed it open and stepped into the room. The trip had robbed him of any strength he may have had. He was dizzy, faint, and his head pounded unmercifully. Only sheer will had helped to propel him, but none of that mattered now. He was where he needed to be.

She lay still on her back in the bed, her arms resting out straight on top of the blanket. Her hands were wrapped heavily in bandages and spanned nearly to her forearms. She was pale and even in sleep her features were etched with exhaustion, but otherwise she appeared to be healthy much to his relief.

Leo walked to the bed and then sat down on one side. He reached a hand to her head and ran his fingers gently through the long, soft golden dark brown locks. He heard her sigh and her eyelids fluttered once, but remained closed.

He smiled faintly and blinked back the tears in his eyes. She was his greatest treasure; his inspiration. She'd given him the strength and courage that night to face down the fears that had crippled and paralyzed him in the past. She had helped to heal his spirit and his heart.

He then lay down in the space on the bed beside her and curled up close to her. He rested his head on the pillow just inches away from hers, their foreheads nearly touching. It was how Don found him fifteen minutes later when he came to check on him, much to his exasperation. Leo was sound asleep.

The purple-masked turtle didn't have the heart, however, to wake him and take him back to his own room. His older brother looked so peaceful, so content to be there. For now, Don would not disturb him.

It was hours later when one of them began to stir. Alisa sleepily blinked open her eyes, giving a deep sigh as she tried to reenter consciousness. Her head felt fuzzy, almost cottony, and heavy from the effects of both sleep and the medication.

She moaned softly and closed her eyes again, nearly drifting back to sleep. A feeling she was not alone, however, suddenly stopped her and she opened her eyes once more. She expected to see Donatello in the room, as he would come to check on her every so often, but who she found instead, and in bed with her at that, was nothing less than a shock.

Leonardo lay sleeping at her side, nestled as close as it seemed he had dared. How he'd gotten here was an explanation she'd seek out later. The fact he was there and alive was all that mattered to her. She was happy to be with him.

Unfortunately, she was unable to touch him. Instead, she reached to give a tender kiss on his cheek before resting her head on his shoulder. His soft breaths flowed over her neck and sent little shivers down her spine. There was so much she wanted to say to him.

"I'm listening," his soft voice whispered against her ear suddenly.

It made her jump a little involuntarily and she gave a gasp. She was sure he’d been asleep or had he really? His lifetime of ninja training would have taught him, and probably mastered too, the art of deception. Nevertheless, she began to feel guilty that there was a possibility she might have woke him.

His deep sapphire eyes watched her. They were tired, but there was a bit of brightness in them too.

"I’m sorry," she told him, "I disturbed you."

"You didn't," he assured, "I've been awake for a while, and thinking."

He brushed his fingertips across her cheek and then kissed her forehead gently.

"What is it you want to tell me?" he asked, softly.

She took a deep breath to prepare herself, exhaling it slowly. She locked her eyes with his and he felt his gaze trapped in hers.

"I've had a lot time to reflect on what has happened these last few days," she began, "I've thought of my past, but largely of what is to be my future."

"Everything can change so suddenly and without warning," she continued, "I learned that night two years ago when my family was killed and I learned again two nights ago. I couldn't let it happen again. I-I don't know what I would have done if..."

She paused as her breath hitched in her throat. She struggled to hold the tears pooling in her eyes at bay.

"I did anything I could so you would survive, even if I didn't,” she finally spoke again, her voice breaking just slightly, "The cost to me never mattered because I never thought of it. My only thought was you and in that, I've made my decision."

Leo drew in a sharp breath at those words. So many emotions began weighing on his heart. Would he be able to handle this right now? He would still support her choice no matter what it may be, but it didn’t stop the anxiety from creeping into his stomach.

"This is where I belong," she whispered, finally, letting the tears flow now, "Right here; with you. I love you."

For a moment, he was in a state of shock, unable to react or speak. This wasn't a dream, was it? No, it couldn't be he realized in the next instant as he felt his throat began to tighten. Dreams could never make him feel this fulfilled, this happy, this... whole. It was real; all of it was real.

Tears glittered in his own eyes as he slid his arms around her shoulders and cradled her.

"I love you too," he breathed.

She smiled contently and then reached to capture his lips with hers in a deep kiss. He didn't hesitate and slipped one of his hands up behind her head as he reciprocated hungrily. She felt the same electric fire course through her body as before, only more intense now, and it pooled rapidly in her womb.

Her whole body was coming alive. She began to feel an ache down in her nether regions and it seemed to pulsate with desire. There was a growing hunger and a need to sate it, but exactly how she wasn't certain.

Leonardo felt his own body responding to her, the bottom of his shell tightening uncomfortably with it. He could sense the changes in her chemistry and the subtle cues with her body she was giving him. Her scent was all around him, like a heady, almost intoxicating perfume. It nearly drove him out of his mind.

It was only the desperate need for air that finally forced them apart. The two lay still as they recovered from the height of their passion. After a moment, he turned his head back towards her and nuzzled tiredly against her cheek.

She gave him a soft smile and laid her head on his shoulder once more. She felt her emotions calm as her body began to gradually ride down off the wave of hormones. It was all very unfamiliar territory for her, but she felt she was ready to explore what it had to offer. Somehow she knew there was much more waiting to experience.

He had wanted to take things a step further with her, but the fact neither of them were in any condition to do so stopped him. The intensity of their kiss had drained the small amount of strength he had managed to recover. It was in the best interest to wait until they had healed physically, and emotionally, to perform a ritual as sacred and cherished as a bonding of the mind, body, and soul.

Later, Don returned to check on them and this time he was adamant in Leo going back to his own room. He didn’t feel either one was getting the proper rest they needed. He understood the nature of their relationship had changed recently, but the efforts he’d put into their recovery was more important. As far as he was concerned, a few more days apart wasn't going to hurt.

However, it didn't exactly work the way he envisioned. Don’s first mistake was counting on nothing but total cooperation. He really ought to have known better considering Leo's history to be stubborn with an injury or illness. So when he caught him in Alisa's room again the next morning, he was not truly surprised.

He had to help Leo back to his room once again. Don could tell he was frustrated, although he never indicated it otherwise. He was not unsympathetic towards the couple, but he realized he'd have to be frank to getting him to understand he needed rest or risk putting himself at permanent damage to his body.

"Leo, I know you want to be with her," Don spoke up, quietly, "But you have got to stay in bed. You're so weak you can hardly move and if you continue like this, you'll permanently damage your body."

"Work with me and I'll arrange as many visits as I can," he continued, "But please, promise me you'll rest and not go back on your own. I can’t stress that enough to you. I know that she more than anyone understands that."

Leo managed to give a slight nod of his head in acknowledgement as he was too weak to voice it. He knew his condition hadn’t been improving at all, but he could hardly bear to be away from her. He did want to get better, however, as she had wished him so as well, and Don’s idea sounded the best way.

The following day, the brainy terrapin was glad to note his brother was accounted for in his own room. He knew Leo would cooperate and he was sure now there would be no more mishaps. Unfortunately, Don was very wrong and discovered on the third morning something he’d never expected. In Leo's room, sleeping contently at his side was Alisa.

Don was torn. He was at a loss as to what to do. He wanted to take her back to her room, but he knew he couldn't bring himself to heartlessly pry her away from his brother. He could never be so cruel.

Dealing with Leo had been one thing, but Alisa was quite another matter altogether. He’d really rather not risk having both of them angry with him. He swallowed uneasily, feeling the situation had become infinitely more complicated than ever. Silently, he turned and headed downstairs to the kitchen to make their breakfast.

Raphael looked up from his newspaper he sat reading at the table as the purple-masked turtle entered. Instantly, he felt the mood in the air change and he noted it clearly of the expression on his younger brother's face. He watched as Don gathered together some food stuffs and started to prepare breakfast. The way he was acting suggested to Raph he was frustrated with something.

"What's eatin' at you, brainiac?" he asked.

Don paused and considered the question carefully. Was telling Raph a good idea? His hot-headed brother usually wasn’t one would share such feelings to, but he realized he was too frustrated to care and gave a heavy sigh. After a moment, he turned around to look at him.

"I give up," he stated, simply, "I don't know what to do anymore."

Raph knew immediately what he was speaking of. He'd told them what had been happening the last few days between the two injured members of their family. While nothing had been outright said before, Raph felt compelled now to voice his thoughts on the matter.

"Did it ever occur to you that splittin' them up ain't the best thing for them right now?" he replied.

Don blinked, a little taken aback.

"No, but..."

"But what?" Raph interrupted, "Just because you think your techniques for them are better, doesn't mean they are."

"Trust me, bro," he continued, a little more quietly, "The best care you can give them is each other. After everythin' that's happened, that's what they need most."

Don stared at him, cocking an eye-ridge suspiciously. Was he sure this was Raph he was talking to? This was the same hot-headed, temperamental, impulsive turtle in red that often caused friction in the family? He shook his head then in slight amazement. He rarely showed it, but his tough-as-nails brother did indeed have a softer, more sensitive side and Don realized he was absolutely correct in his observations.

"You're right," he finally said, conceding, "I guess I just thought it'd be easier on them, but I inadvertently ended up making things harder."

"So you made a mistake," Raph shrugged, glancing back to his newspaper, "Shit happens."

He stopped suddenly then and sniffed the air.

"Although, they might not like you for burnin' their breakfast," he added.

He watched amused as Donny made a frantic dash to the stove to save the oatmeal he’d been cooking. Genius that he was, he was not adept to the kitchen as Leo and Mikey were. At least his worries on their oldest brother and Alisa had been diverted, and maybe now he’d move on.

The rest of the week passed relatively quietly, and with each day the injured couple was growing stronger. Their conditions had shown noticeable improvement it seemed nearly overnight now that they were together. They were healing nicely and at a much faster rate also than Donatello thought possible.

By the beginning of the second week, they were all but back to normal. Alisa, however, would still have her hands wrapped in bandages for a few more weeks, but otherwise she was quite healthy. Except for some soreness at the back of his head, the concussion Leonardo suffered had cleared.

All of its symptoms were gone, as well as those from the case of hypothermia. He had made a full recovery. Even though Don balked slightly at first, he was allowed to return to his usual routine. Alisa would join Leo in the dojo when he practiced and perform katas alongside him that did not require extensive use of her hands.

The couple was rarely seen alone anymore these days. She had not moved back to her own room and instead was starting to bring some of her possessions into his room as she continued to stay with him. They weren’t secretive on the matter of their relationship, but they weren’t very open on it either. They were private enough that one wouldn’t find them cuddling on the couch often, but that they would steal a kiss or two at random moments elsewhere. They reserved the more tender affection in the bedroom.

Leo was gradually gathering his courage to try to go a little further with her. Only his uncertainty made him hesitate, but he was working to assure himself it wasn't just him that felt this way. She had no more experience than he did.

He lay in bed one night watching her as she slowly and carefully brushed her damp hair. She'd insisted on a real bath after several days where she was not able. Her hands had healed enough by now that she was permitted to tonight, but she still had to limit their use. They were bandaged to only her wrists and interwoven through the base of her fingers so at least she would have them to help her.

Her gold-dark brown locks cascaded in silken waves down her back. Fresh from the shower, the skin visible on her body under the cotton, short-sleeved blue nightgown glistened. Dreamily, he wondered what other sweet treasures were hidden beneath its folds. He then felt the familiar constriction at the bottom of his shell that was becoming an increasingly regular occurrence nowadays whenever he was caught up in her.

Finally, she laid the brush down on the dresser and came to the bed to climb in beside him. His arms instantly welcomed her to him and she melted happily into his embrace. He slid his mouth then over hers in a gentle kiss.

He nearly stopped breathing suddenly as her tongue dart past his lips to touch his own, twining briefly. Slowly, she swirled it around inside his mouth as if tasting him. He felt a jolt of electricity travel up his spine and his whole body quivered in response.

After a moment, she withdrew her tongue, gently parting their lips. A hint of disappointment entered his eyes, but she merely smiled at him. She was being driven purely on instinct, leaving not much room for thought on her actions. She felt she could trust herself to them to guide her to what was right.

Her teasing frustrated Leo. That kiss had ignited a fire in his soul he couldn’t easily extinguish. She had awakened all of his senses. He wanted to finish what she started.

He reached a hand to her collarbone then and brushed his fingers on the soft skin. She shivered as he found a sensitive spot, sending tingles along her neck. His other hand came behind her head as he pressed his mouth to hers, more urgently now, and kissed her again.

He hesitated for a moment before letting his hand stray from her neck to her chest, just above her breasts. He felt her stiffen slightly against him and in a sobering instant, he wondered if this was such a good idea. She obviously had never been touched in such a way. He didn't want to hurt her or have her hate him for it. He couldn't take that.

Her stomach suddenly felt queasy with butterflies raging inside her. She was excited, but she was scared as hell too. It was a trust she'd never given to anyone, but it was one she was certain she could give freely now to Leonardo. She trusted him with her whole life and she trusted him to this.

The moment of tension broke when her small hand finally slipped over to cover his bigger one at her chest.

"Please," she whispered, "Please, Leo. Touch me here."

She moved his hand slightly farther to the top swell of a breast. He could feel his pulse race as his heart beat quickened. Slowly, carefully, as he did not wish to hurt her, his fingers gently began stroking her breast through the gown. She gave a soft whimper and inhaled sharply, her chest rising to press against his hand.

He let his courage build and his fingers wandered downward, curling them under her breast to cup it in his hand. It molded perfectly in his palm. She was so warm, so soft; so delicate. Her nipples, hardened with desire, were visible through the thin material.

She whimpered again in pleasure. Her body ached with a different kind of pain. The world seemed to fade around her and there was nothing but him. He filled all of her senses.

She reached up then to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. It lasted only briefly, but her hot little mouth strayed to other places on his body. His breath hitched in his throat as she began to plant soft, feathery kisses along his collarbone and down the front of his plastron. The throbbing pressure at the bottom of his shell increased.

Leo gave low moan of pleasure and pain. He ached so badly to release his penis from its now too small confines. He didn’t want to frighten Alisa so soon of its appearance, but it might not be able to be helped. Much more of this kind of stimulation and he was certain he would explode.

He let his hands explore the rest of her body. They ran sensually along her sides and at her stomach. She arched her back and shivered as he found another sensitive spot there. Liquid fire was pooling rapidly in her womb and this time it overflowed to seep through at the opening of her vagina.

He could smell her pheromones so strongly that he thought they would drive him insane. It was enough, however, to send him over the edge. He inhaled sharply and with a soft groan his erection slipped free. He then exhaled deeply as if sighing in relief.

Now his focus was completely on her and he did not waste a moment. His hands began to make their way to her hips and thighs. He could feel her heat radiating more intensely here on his skin and it drove his passion higher.

Hesitantly, his fingers brushed the inside of one thigh, watching her eyes closely, but she did not forbid his touch. With her silent consent, he continued to run his hand up along it until he reached to where it connected to her pelvis. Before he could stop to have second thoughts, he slipped under her panties and gently inserted one thick finger in her folds.

She was so hot and so wet. Some animalistic instinct in him told him she was almost ready. This same instinct began to guide him to bring her to the brink of that threshold. Locating the clitoris, he started massaging the tiny sensitive organ in deliberate slow circles.

Alisa's vision exploded into a world of stars. She cried out his name, arching her back again further. She then gave a soft moan and clung to him as best as she could. Her breathing steadily grew heavier and soon she was panting.

Her body felt it was soaring into the heavens. She was weightless; floating. Nothing at all seemed to exist anymore. It was only her and him.

Instinctively, she began grinding her body against him as her hands roamed over his body. He very nearly yelped when her fingers gently brushed over the thin sensitive skin on his sides. Instead, he shivered violently and elicited a soft cry deep within his throat.

Between this and her body rubbing earnestly against his, pleasure filled all of his senses and he felt himself coasting on the same wave. Just as he knew she was reaching her crest, he was fast approaching his own.

"Leo..." she whimpered, "I-I’m..."

"Just let go," he whispered, huskily, in her ear, "Come with me."

She cried out again as that wave finally crashed and flowed out with the tide. Dimly, she was aware of hearing Leonardo give his own cry. After several enraptured moments, the sea calmed and they collapsed exhausted in each other's arms.

The sound of their heavy breathing seemed to fill the room and echo in their ears. For several minutes, they lay curled in embrace as they recovered from the last physical effects of their passionate endeavors. They shared but one single thought and it was how much each loved the other.

Finally, Alisa found the energy to move in an attempt to clean up and change. Her thigh lightly brushed against his now flaccid penis as she rolled over. He shivered as it reacted to her touch, however inadvertently. She gave him an apologetic look, but he dismissed it with a smile.

Although subconsciously at the time, she'd been aware when he'd bared himself to her. She remembered feeling rather surprised, but if there were any questions she’d had at the back of her mind on their compatibility, they'd been sufficiently answered now. He was definitely equipped for the job.

After a moment, he was able to draw himself back up into his shell and then climbed out of bed. He changed the sheets while she put on another nightgown and panties. In the morning, everything would be taken to wash.

The couple was soon able to return to bed and settle in for the night. Alisa snuggled up to his side and her eyelids fluttered closed as he wrapped one arm around her. Leo kissed her forehead sweetly before resting his own forehead against it.

"Watashi wa anata o aishite imasu," he murmured.

She opened her eyes and gave him a sleepy smile. He sounded so eloquent when he spoke Japanese.

"I love you too," she whispered.

They both closed their eyes now and fell into a beautiful, peaceful sleep.

End Chapter Nineteen
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