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Chapter Twenty

Alisa flexed her fingers as she gripped the hilt of the katana in her hands. She charged at her opponent and moments later, the clang of metal meeting metal rang in her ears. The pressure began to increase on her forearms as he pushed his weight against the weapon.

Quickly, she parried and then jumped back, but she barely had time to blink before his blade sang on hers once more. The force made her involuntarily take a step backwards. The palms of her hands burned, stinging the newly healed flesh.

A flash of concern crossed the man's sapphire eyes as she couldn't help the hiss of pain escaping her lips. She shook her head at his silent question, however, and resumed the battle with a burst of energy. She didn’t want him holding back and he did not disappoint her either.

Even when she was disarmed and cornered thirty seconds later with the tip of his katana blade aimed at her throat, she was pleased. She regarded him with a calm and gentle gaze, a hint of a smile on her flushed red lips. If they were not in the middle of practice, he would steal a kiss from those lips in an instant. Despite her disheveled appearance from the work out, she never looked more beautiful to him.

"Otomeru," a sage voice commanded to their left.

Immediately, Leonardo lowered his sword and tucked it in its sheath behind his back. Alisa remained at the wall, her heart beating rapidly in her chest and her breathing heavy. She gulped in a few deep breaths as she tried to recover from the exertion.

She was only starting to train in weapons again at her inquest to Splinter and it was a lot more difficult than hand to hand combat. Her skills in this area had become rusty in the time she'd lived on the streets. She didn't have the stamina built up again for it yet, but she more than had the will to make up for it. She was determined to strive and push herself to the limit.

The rat admired her courage and perseverance. She reminded him much of his eldest in this way. He had granted her permission to partake of the lessons as he too was curious to explore her ability more to handling a weapon. He felt her to be ready.

There was a great power he'd sensed within her since the day she was accepted into their home and family. He had never been told to this day how she saved Leonardo the night of her kidnapping, but he'd long suspected this same power had aided her. However, she chose to suppress it rather than to accept and embrace it. It was his silent wish to help her overcome her fear and one day come to realize her 'curse' was in fact a gift.

Alisa and Leo both bowed respectfully as Splinter approached the pair.

"You've done well today, my child," he spoke, addressing the young woman, "You are improving."

Her lips quirked into a small smile at the praise. She valued his words of confidence greatly.

"Thank you, Sensei," she replied, softly, "I am trying very hard."

"That you are," he agreed, "I would expect no less, but do not so much until your body is ready. It needs time to build its endurance."

"Hai, Sensei," she answered.

The rat gave her a kindly smile. He was coming now to view her as a daughter. The relationship she shared with his eldest was not lost on him. He'd known for quite some time, but had remained quiet on the matter so he would not cause any discomfort.

However, it was obvious to him things were becoming very serious over the course of the last few weeks. He did not believe he should put off speaking to Leonardo any longer. As a parent, he looked after the best interests of his sons, but now he had to consider Alisa as well. He wished to know if his son had thought of what was to be their future.

"That is all for today," he told them, finally, "We will resume in the morning."

"Hai, Sensei," the woman and turtle chorused together, bowing formally to the rat.

Splinter returned the bow, signaling their dismissal. He then caught his son in a pointed gaze.

"I wish to speak with you, Leonardo," he informed, "There is an important matter I feel we need to discuss."

Leo blinked in mild surprise, the statement catching him completely off guard. He wondered what Sensei would want to talk to him about. That curiosity quickly turned to anxiety, however, and his stomach began to twist itself in knots. He had a feeling this had something to do with him and Alisa.

"Of course, Master Splinter," he replied, after a speechless moment.

The rat nodded his approval.

"I will be waiting in my room," he said.

He turned and walked out of the dojo with measured pace. Once he'd gone, Alisa breathed out a heavy sigh. She then reached down to retrieve the fallen sword, running her fingers lightly over its blue accented hilt.

"I know I could’ve done better," she said, quietly, handing the blue-masked turtle the katana.

Leo placed it in the scabbard with its twin on his back and then slid behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. He squeezed her in a gentle hug.

"You did great," he assured, "He's right; you're really coming along."

She smiled and leaned into him a little. Abruptly, a shiver that made even the tips of her toes tingle ran through her as his lips brushed at the sensitive spot on the back of her neck. He had become quite familiar with her body in these past weeks and was all too aware which areas would spin her into a delicious arousal with his touch.

Every inch, every detail, of her beauty he'd burned to memory and savored. Likewise, she knew how to melt him in her hands where he would succumb to sweet surrender. She put him at ease and with her he didn't have the need to be in control.

Their relationship was growing more and more serious with each passing day. It was becoming very difficult now not to give into certain desires. They had gained invaluable knowledge and confidence through exploring, but it simply wasn’t enough for him anymore. However, he would continue to keep himself in check until he knew without a doubt she was ready too.

"After I talk to Splinter, I'll give you a massage," Leo breathed near her ear.

"I think you need one more," she countered, gently, "You're tense."

He sighed deeply then. How could he forget how easily she could pick up on his moods? She was so closely attuned to him. There was very little he could hide from her.

"You're worried what Splinter wants?" she asked, turning around in his arms to face him.

It was more of a statement than it was a question. She could sense it was bothering him. Maybe it was the way Splinter had looked at him. The family’s way of at times subtle, silent communication often eluded her, but she could see clearly the message in his black eyes was urgent.

"Yes," Leo finally admitted, quietly.

She reached her arms up to slide them around his neck and locked her lips with his in a tender kiss. A smile crept over his face and he tightened his own arms around her in response. No words needed to be said. Her gesture alone made him feel infinitely better.

"Go on," she murmured, softly, "You shouldn't keep Splinter waiting. I'll be upstairs when you're finished."

He nodded and after a moment, released her. She watched him retreat into the foyer and head towards the rat's room. Maybe Sensei would help to ease his mind at last enough of what has been troubling him for quite some time now. Leo had yet to tell her what was wrong. While she was just a bit miffed he would keep a secret from her, she did understand he didn't feel ready to share if it was a particularly vexing issue for him.

She walked out of the room then herself and upstairs to take a long warm bath.

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A few moments later, Leonardo arrived at his father’s door. Try as he might to stay calm, he was so nervous he was almost terrified. What would Sensei ask? Better yet, how would he respond? The impending conservation wasn't exactly a casual topic one would discuss at the dinner table. It was a very personal matter and the information would not be easy to hand over.

He took a deep breath and swallowed hard as he tentatively began to slide the delicate paper door open. He stepped across the threshold and then carefully shut it closed. The room was bathed in candlelight and spicy incense wafted through the air. It was warm, inviting, and comforting. Leo felt a sense of peace steal over him, easing, if not completely eliminating, his tension.

The rat stood with his back to him at a small camp stove near the back of the room. A steaming kettle sat on one eye and two stoneware mugs placed to the side were awaiting its contents. He picked up the kettle with a potholder and carefully began pouring hot green liquid into each one.

"Sit down, my son," Splinter finally spoke, quietly, without turning around.

Obediently, Leo did as instructed and sat down cross-legged on a tatami mat at the center of the room. A moment later, the rat joined him, carrying a mug of tea in each hand. Splinter knelt carefully on the floor on another mat near his son and handed one of the cups to the young man. The blue-masked turtle accepted it gratefully, taking a cautious sip of the hot beverage.

For several, long minutes, there was only silence between the two. The venerable master knew he must approach this delicate subject as painlessly as possible. He did not wish to cause any more discomfort than necessary, especially for Leonardo. He himself even felt a bit apprehensive to address it.

"I have sensed a shift in you of late, Leonardo," Splinter began, carefully, "Your spirit has become troubled and anxious; frustrated somehow. You have chosen to let it fester instead of releasing it and it has led me to some concern."

"Which is why I have asked you here now," he continued, "Where you were the happiest in your life, you have suddenly become unhappy. Has something happened between you and Alisa to bring about these feelings?"

Leo was speechless for a moment at his father's sharp intuition, before he quickly shook his head.

"No, Sensei," he answered, "It's nothing like that at all. I am happy; we are happy."

"Yet something remains unsatisfied," Splinter interjected, quietly, "Something that has not been fulfilled."

Leo lowered his eyes out of guilt to stare into his cup. It was true. While he was quite content in his relationship with Alisa, a part of him longed for a different kind of satisfaction. He was ready to give all of himself to her, but knowing when the time was right was crucial. He didn't want to push her too early, but how could he be sure?

He imagined trying to ask her and gave an inward groan. Yeah, that'd go over real well. He'd be so flustered and stuttering from embarrassment, he'd look like a fool; a bumbling idiot. That's not the vision he wanted.

"Tell me, Leonardo," the rat prodded, gently, wrenching him out of his thoughts, "What are your thoughts to the future?"

Leo could feel a knot forming in his chest. It was tightening rapidly and he breathed in deeply as if in an attempt to loosen it.

"I... I haven't given it much thought," he admitted, almost ashamedly, "I assumed we would continue to live our lives as we have been. I mean, there’s nothing more we can do. We know we can’t have children. It's impossible because of our genetics."

It was maybe for the best that they couldn't either. He wasn't sure it was good to raise a child in the lifestyle they lived. It was not a safe environment. The threat of danger in their lives was always there. He could not imagine bringing a baby, an innocent, into that world.

"Do you feel marriage is as impossible?" Splinter asked.

Leonardo's heart stopped momentarily and then began to pound in his chest so fast and hard that he was dizzy from the blood rush. Marriage was something he hadn't thought of yet. Now that his father's question forced him to, he felt that while it might not be as impossible as having a baby, it would be extraordinarily difficult considering the circumstances.

If he was given such a chance, however, would he marry her? Would she even accept the proposal? Yes. He knew deep in his soul all of those answers would be 'yes'.

"Marriage?" he stammered, "I... I don't mean any disrespect, Sensei, but how?”

The rat's mouth twitched into an amused smile.

"Even ninja married, my son," he replied, "There are simple ceremonies that were held with the family of both bride and groom. A recital of vows was conducted by an elder of one of the clans where priests could not. It would be quite possible for you and Alisa to marry in the same fashion should you wish."

A wide range of emotions filled Leo. His mind was reeling with all the information. It was all too much to process at once. He could not settle on a single thought.

"I-I'll have to think about it, Sensei," he finally managed to speak.

Splinter gave a sage nod of his head. Leonardo’s choice was wise. He expected no less and would have worried otherwise if he’d made his decision too quickly.

"Of course, my son," he answered, kindly, "You may have as much time as you wish. There is no rush."

"Thank you," Leo said, softly.

He stared into his nearly empty teacup as silence fell between them once again. He didn’t feel like finishing it, but he did not like to be wasteful. In one quick gulp, he drank the last of it.

He carefully set the cup down in front of him where it would not get broken and then stood up. He did not have to be formally dismissed to know he was allowed to go. All the same, he gave a respectful bow to his father before quietly slipping out of the room.

After a quick shower in the downstairs bathroom, Leo made his way upstairs to his and Alisa’s room. He found her sprawled on the bed on her stomach engrossed in a book. The soft blue terry-cloth robe she wore had ridden up to nearly her buttocks, exposing her bare thighs and tone, lithe legs.

Her skin was rosy from her bath and appeared as smooth as silk. She would feel so soft in his arms he knew. The scent of cherry blossoms hung in the air, no doubt her shampoo. Her damp hair curled in gentle waves over her back as it dried.

He paused a moment to drink in the sight of her. He was damned lucky to have her. God help him if there was a day he ever took her for granted. He cherished her every day and maybe, someday, when the time was right, he would call her his wife. He still wasn't certain on that yet, but for now, he set those thoughts aside.

He crept to the bed then and climbed in. He eased himself over her, nearly straddling her. He curled his arms around her and nuzzled in her hair at the back of her neck. The cherry blossom scent, stronger now, once again teased his nose. He felt like he was sitting among the branches of the cherry trees in the park and he breathed in more deeply.

He heard her give a long, contented sigh. She'd abandoned the book at this point and was resting her cheek on his arm. Her small fingers found his to intertwine them. He kissed behind one of her ears, catching it in his teeth to nip it softly.

"I love you," he breathed.

"I love you too," she whispered.

"Still want that massage?" he asked.

"Only if I can give you one too," she replied.

"Deal," he agreed.

He kissed her neck at its sensitive spot and she responded with a delightful shiver. He felt the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile. He almost reconsidered giving only a massage, but this was merely to be relaxing.

He sat up with her and positioned her to sit between his legs. He loosened the tie on her robe and gently pushed the garment down off her shoulders. More rosy, creamy skin was bared to him.

Automatically, he reached out to trail calloused fingers delicately across her upper back. She arched her back instinctively at his touch. He then rubbed his hands sensuously over her shoulders and collarbone, kneading his fingers deep into the muscles.

She moaned softly and leaned back into his plastron. He strayed into deeper territory, taking her breasts in his hands as he caressed those as well. She gave a tiny whimper and her head turned where he could capture her lips with his.

Easy, Leo, he reprimanded himself, Just a massage now. We can always do more later.

He tried to ignore the familiar tightening at the bottom of his shell. His desire was mounting too quickly, but his frustration was nearly at the breaking point. He couldn't take much more of this. He ached so badly for that release, that satisfaction, he wanted to cry, but he wouldn't do it at her expense. He'd become abstinent first.

He shivered suddenly as he felt her fingers glide along his thigh. He watched as she reached to his knee and unbuckled the pad. She then did the same on the opposite leg and dropped both pads over the side of the bed to the floor.

Unobstructed now, she continued as far as she could without compromising his own work. Her hands returned once again to his thighs and she began kneading her fingers softly in his flesh. He shivered again, more intensely this time, and emitted a quiet groan.

The pressure in his shell increased rapidly. His arousal was growing so big and so hard at this point it was painful in its confines. With a deep sigh, he relaxed the muscles there and his penis slipped free between his legs to its full length.

She gave a coy smile and brushed her fingers lightly over it. He was nearly sent into convulsions at her touch, but let out a moan deep within his throat instead. She turned around then and gently pushed at him to lie down. He obeyed and she sat on top of him, straddling his hips.

Well, so much for just a massage, he thought, wryly.

She placed her hands at his shoulders and gently began to knead his muscles. Simultaneously, she started grinding her hips against his, her lower body rubbing eagerly on his own pelvic region. He captured in her arms and kissed her hungrily.

She slipped her tongue briefly in his mouth to dance with his. After a moment, she tenderly pulled away. He looked into her eyes and noticed a strange light. In a move that puzzled him, she took his hand in hers and squeezed it.

"I'm ready, Leonardo," she said, softly.

He blinked in confusion at her announcement before realization began to dawn on him quickly. His eyes widened and his face was a mixture of shock and disbelief. These were the words he'd wanted to hear. This... this is the moment he'd been waiting for.

He reached with his free hand and cupped one side of her face. His sapphire eyes glittered with unknown emotion.

"You're ready?" he repeated, his voice barely audible.

She nodded her head against his hand. Her emerald eyes were misty with tears, but none fell as her heart nearly burst with the love she had for him.

"Take me, Leo," she whispered.

It was all the convincing he needed. He was more than happy to carry out her wishes. He parted her robe open further, revealing she wore nothing else underneath. He slid the garment off her body and it fell into a heap on top of his knee pads on the floor.

Gently, he rolled them over and positioned her beneath him. He settled partially on top of her, balancing his weight in his legs and arms so he wouldn’t hurt her. He then leaned his head down, his mouth sliding over hers in a heat-searing kiss.

He pushed his tongue past her lips and curled it teasingly around hers. She gave a low moan in her throat and wrapped her arms around his neck as if trying to draw him closer. They parted moments later only in desperate need of air.

Leo then wandered to other areas of her body as he worked to build her up to the highest peak of her mountain. It'd become second nature to him now. His instincts knew exactly where to hone in. Except this time the end result would be very different.

He let his hands roam to her breasts where he began to pay great attention to them. He rubbed her nipples with his thumbs in gentle circles, instantly hardening under his touch. She shivered with pleasure and arched her back slightly. He merely smiled as he spread his fingers to stroke the curves of each breast.

He bent down suddenly and his tongue darted out, swirling it around a nipple. He gingerly took it between his teeth and began sucking on it gently. A small cry escaped her lips and she arched her back further.

She felt as if fire was coursing in her blood her body burned so much with desire and passion. With each brush of his fingertips on her skin, it was like sending an electrical current through her body. It pooled rapidly in her womb and then began seeping out in a steady flow.

Her scent filled his nose and its heady, intoxicating perfume nearly drove him mad. He reached with his hand down to her vagina and she automatically spread her legs wider. He inserted a thick finger into her hot, wet folds and she lifted her hips in response.

She muffled a scream against his shoulder as he sensuously massaged her clitoris. She began trembling violently on the throes of a climax. Leo knew the time was now. She was more than ready.

He lowered himself over her pelvic region and eased his hardened penis inside of her. She involuntarily gave a gasp, unused to the feeling of anything other than his finger. He was big and her walls were tight, never having been stretched before. It was almost painful, but at the same time it felt strangely good.

He remained still for a few moments, letting her get used to the feel of him inside her. It was a new experience for both of them and he would not rush it in any way. He took the cue she was ready to continue when she gave a buck of her hips.

He gave a gentle rock forward with his pelvis and shivered at the pleasurable sensation it brought. Instincts that had been locked away suddenly poured forth and it was those instincts he began to act on. He pulled back slightly and then thrust inside her again. He did this continuously until he worked into a steady rhythm.

She wrapped her legs around him as far as physically possible, gripping him with all her strength. She bucked her hips in time with his and they came together in perfect harmony. No conscious thought existed. It was as if her body knew exactly what to do.

Her voice had grown raspy as she panted and cried out in ecstasy. Her emotions were reeling as he sent her into a fervor pitch. All her senses were filled with only of him.

She was close; dangerously close. She could feel it. In a matter of moments, she would reach that peak and she would fall over the edge. Her body began to shake in anticipation.

"Leonardo..."

He knew, for he was teetering on that very edge himself. He was caught in its powerful vice and there was no escape.

"Alisa..." he trembled.

It was a plea of desperation. She reached to cup his face in her hands lovingly.

"Let go," she whispered, "Flow into me; fill every space."

It was like a shock wave rippling through him as he exploded inside her and he screamed her name. She cried out an instant later as her own orgasm took hold and their fluids churned together in a frothy sea. A surge of mystical energy suddenly burst through her body and entered his, bathing them briefly in a silvery-blue light.

Leo felt his whole body tingle and for a few intense moments, he shared her lifeline. They became as one heart, one soul, and one mind; creating an inseverable link. It was like nothing he had ever experienced.

He managed to roll off to her side before he completely collapsed with exhaustion. The pair lay still close to each other as they recovered. Alisa found just enough strength to move her head and rest it on his chest, listening to his heart beat.

She closed her eyes and was lulled into a slumber. She wasn't certain how long she had slept, but when she finally awoke, she found the scenery had changed. New sheets were on the bed and everything was clean, including her. She now wore a blue cotton night gown over her body.

Leonardo had returned to lie at her side once again and she was nestled in the crook of his arm. Her fingers sought out his and he grasped them, giving them a tender squeeze. A soft smile curved her lips.

She made a move to stretch out her stiffened muscles, but quickly realized it was a mistake. She felt a burning, stinging pain from deep inside her vagina. In fact, the whole area was so sore, the slightest movement brought tears to her eyes.

She involuntarily let out a whimper as she gritted her teeth against the pain. She knew this would happen, but she didn’t imagine it’d be this bad. However, she wouldn't have traded the pain for anything in the world knowing what it meant. She felt him touch her cheek then and she looked up into concerned deep blue eyes.

"Are you alright?" he asked, gently.

"Yeah," she answered, "Just very sore."

"You were bleeding," he stated, quietly, after a moment's hesitation.

She reached her hands to cup his face. He was blaming himself, his eyes said as much to her. He felt guilty to what he perceived as hurting her. He didn't know it was normal.

"It's okay," she soothed, "It was to be expected. A woman's first time is not without some pain or bleeding because the stretching can cause tearing, and well..."

She trailed off, her cheeks beginning to blush pink. Leo's own face was stained red with embarrassment at this point.

"I think I understand," he assured, his voice low.

She gave him a faint smile and kissed his cheek softly.

"I know it might have scared you," she said, "But I'll be fine. It'll heal in a couple of days and then it shouldn't happen again the second time."

"I'd like to savor the first time for now," he replied, with a smile, wrapping his arms around her.

She gave a small grin as he nuzzled in her silky hair, placing a kiss behind her ear. With a contented sigh, she snuggled in his embrace. She’d never felt happier in her life than with him.

Leo's quiet, but steady strength was a pillar of stability and his inner calm helped to soothe any fears she might have. His gentle nature gave her tender love, kindness, and thoughtfulness. He made her feel special and wanted; even needed. He needed her, in fact, as much as she did him.

She smiled softly and laced her fingers in his as he rested his forehead next to hers. His breaths flowed gently in her tresses and over her skin. She shivered slightly at the sensation.

Leonardo knew he would not forget this day as long as he lived and he was certain neither would she. Their love now could almost be felt on a physical plane, the bond becoming stronger than ever. Even if an actual marriage never came to pass, they were already united in every sense of the word.

They were as one.

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