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Perseverance	By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 9920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I'm not making any money off this, nor do I own the Ninja Turtles - I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Here's the first smut chapter - hope you like it! :)
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The turtles stayed out until dawn, searching for any clues that might tell them which way the Foot had gone, but found nothing. They didn’t find anything the night after that either. Or the night after that, or the night after that, or the night after that... They searched the city for a week, then two, then three... a month went by, and still nothing.

No matter how tired he was, Donatello met Charlie every night at seven to walk her home. He and Charlie could talk for hours, and she always got his jokes, no matter how dorky they were. She was a welcome break from crawling through filthy air ducts in old warehouses, and walking through some druggie’s vomit in dark alleys.

On a few occasions, when he’d come into contact with something particularly disgusting, she’d refused to let him out of the bathroom until he’d taken a shower. She’d pretend that she didn’t want him to get garbage juice on her couch, but he knew that she was really worried about him. He rolled his eyes and grumbled when she fussed at him like that, but he was secretly pleased. He liked knowing she cared. And the fact that she’d stay in the bathroom with him, watching him through the clear shower curtain was not lost on him. He took a devilish pleasure in seeing if he could get her to react by slowly rubbing his hands over his plastron, biceps, and legs. The turtles had wider peripheral vision than humans did, and he could see her biting her lip out of the corner of his eye when he touched himself. “Yup,“ he thought. “Raph was right. She does check me out.” Don wasn’t sure about what to do though. He didn’t want to frighten her, and he wasn’t sure if she was on the same emotional page as he was. He knew she liked him, but did she “like” him? Damn, he wanted her in that hot shower with him!

One wonderful night while the turtles were out searching for the foot, a rung broke on a fire escape ladder and Donatello fell back into a dumpster. The back of his shell was covered in a stinking, rotten juice that he knew he wouldn’t be able to clean off alone. He’d practically skipped to the bookstore that night - he’d finally figured out how to get her to touch him.
His trench coat seemed to blanket most of the smell, but when she met him at the bathroom window and he took it off... Poor Charlie looked like she was going to barf.

“Holy FUCK!” she gasped, backing quickly away, one hand over her mouth and nose, the other fumbling in the shower for the tap. Keeping one hand over her face, she’d shoved him in before the water got warm. “Let’s leave the window open, shall we?” she said, smiling behind her hand.

Don tried not to grin while he washed off the parts of his body he could reach. She was a bit more grossed out than he’d hoped, but he was going to get her to wash his back off if it killed him. Then his moment came.

“Uh, Charlie? You wouldn’t help me get this crap off my shell would you? I can’t reach.” Charlie looked unsure for a moment, then sat on the toilet lid to pull off her socks. She paused for a moment then undid the button and sipper on her jeans. Don’s heart caught in his chest. This was better than anything he could have ever hoped for. Her panties were dark green board shorts with green lace around the waist and legs. They were a bit modest, but sexy as hell. “Breathe, Don!” his brain shouted as his dick started to harden inside his shell.

Charlie pulled the curtain aside and stepped into the shower wearing nothing but a black t-shirt and the panties. Don forced himself to tear his eyes away from her. She was after all supposed to wash his back. He heard the bottle of liquid soap squish and felt her hand run lightly over his shell. He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes tightly shut, glad she couldn’t see his face.
Charlie’s hand traced over his shell - she’d never touched it before. It was so hard. She knocked her knuckles against it experimentally.

“Come in,” Don laughed.

“Can you feel that?” Charlie asked, innocently. Don smiled. She really knew nothing about their bodies.

“Not exactly. I can feel the vibrations though.”

She pressed her hand hard against the middle of his shell. He put a hand against the wall to keep from getting shoved. “What about that?”

“Nope”, he said smiling, secretly excited at her curious touching.

“Not even the pressure?”

“No. It’s like a suit of armour. I can’t feel anything through it except heat. I can feel the heat from the water warming my skin under my shell.” Charlie began scrubbing the sticky juice off him, and the stench gradually began to disappear.

“Under the shell, eh?” Charlie thought. She ran a finger underneath the edge of his shell at the back of his neck. Don gasped and shivered. “I guess you can feel that,” Charlie smirked.

“Yeah” Don’s voice was thick.

“What does it feel like?” Don bit back a groan as her fingers began rubbing along the inside of his shell, moving slowly down to his shoulders, then his sides.

He forced out the words, “Good. Very... good.” His dick was throbbing almost painfully against the inside of his shell.

“What about the front?” she asked, pulling her hands away. Donatello’s brain screamed in dismay. Was she deliberately teasing him?

“There’s more feeling in the front,” he said turning. His eyes bugged out of his head when he saw her. She was soaked and her t-shirt was plastered tight against her body. He could see every curve, the outline of her bra, and... holy shell! He could see her nipples, hard against the fabric. He knew was staring but he couldn’t stop. She was gorgeous. Her hair was up in a bun as it was everyday. He’d only seen it down once, and he wished it was down now, wet and sticking to the curve of her breasts.

She looked down to see where he was staring and smiled shyly. Her hands fidgeted nervously. Don reached down and took one of her hands into his much bigger, three-fingered one. He brought it up to his chest and placed her index finger at the top of the vertical groove, at the top of his chest. “The front of the shell is called the plastron” he said.

His voice was huskier and deeper than usual and it sent shivers down her spine. She’d never seen Don in a fight, but right now he sounded very dangerous. She felt safe next to him, seeing how strong he must really be. She moved a bit closer to him, sliding her finger slowly down the groove.

Don gasped and his eyes fell momentarily closed. When he opened them again, she her body was only a few inches away. He lifted his arm up and brushed the back of his leathery fingers against her temple and down her cheek to the side of her neck.

Donatello took a couple of slow breaths, letting his meditation skills kick in. This was much more than he’d expected to happen, and he wanted his swollen dick to stay in his shell until she’d gotten used to the rest of his body.

Charlie leaned her head to one side to give his hand better access. Don traced his fingers over her skin and along her collarbone. Her pulse was racing. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. Don replaced his hand with his mouth and Charlie let out a little gasp that turned into a sigh. His hand ran over her shoulder and down her spine to her lower back, as he kissed and licked along her collarbone and up her neck to her ear. He rested his other hand in the curve of her hip, his thumb stroking a circular pattern against her side.

His heart soared when her arms reached up and wrapped around his neck. She moaned and arched against him when he breathed gently against her ear. He wasn’t totally sure what he was doing, but she seemed to like it. Don nipped her earlobe and slowly kissed back down her neck until the top of her t-shirt blocked his path.

His hands slid along the tops of her hips and then slowly up her sides, lifting the sodden shirt with them. When his hands brushed against the sides of her breasts, he nearly came in his shell. Charlie lifted her arms and Don pulled her top off over her head. Her bra matched her panties and Don could see her hard nipples through the lace. He dropped the wet shirt on the shower floor and put one arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest. His other hand cradled the back of her neck, tilting her head so he could look into her face. Her arms went back around his neck and her hands stroked gently over his smooth head as he leaned down to kiss her.

“CHARLOTTE! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!!!”

Don froze, an inch away from her mouth, looking in the direction of the man‘s voice. He could feel Charlie’s breath on his cheek. He reached back with one hand and shut the shower off. “Shhh!” he whispered.

Without the sound of the water, they could hear someone pounding angrily on her apartment door.

“FUCK, CHARLOTTE! OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!”

Don looked back to Charlotte’s face. Her eyes darted from Donatello to the door. She jumped out of the shower and pulled on her jeans and a sweater that hung behind the bathroom door.

“CHARLOTTE!!!”

“Charlie? Who is that?” Don asked, not understanding why anyone would talk to her that way.

Charlie looked like she was going to cry. “That’s my Dad,” she whispered, running to answer the door.
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