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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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Donatello hummed to himself the whole way back to the lair, enjoying the sound of his voice reverberating through the tunnels. He couldn’t stop smiling or thinking about how sweetly and deeply Charlie had kissed him. They’d cuddled on the couch for nearly an hour, just kissing for a long time, before she’d wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her easily onto his lap. Her breasts had been pressed firmly against his chest and for the first time in his life, he wished that he had more feeling in his plastron.

Charlie was warm and soft and so very curvy in his arms. He’d stroked a strong hand gently through her hair and up and down her back, tracing her spine with his fingertips, and fingering the hem of her sweater. When she didn’t protest, he carefully slipped his leathery fingers under her sweater and slid his palm along her bare skin, making her shiver.

She pulled her mouth slowly away from his and rested her sore face on the solid muscles of his shoulder. Don took the opportunity to nuzzle her bared neck and chin with his nose.

“You’re a fast learner, Donnie” Charlie grinned against the shoulder.

“What do you mean?” he mumbled, lining light kisses down her neck and along her collarbone.

“The kisses. You’re a fast learner.”

He pulled back, blushing a bit at her praise. “Well, I do have a great study buddy” he said, resting his head on hers. She smelled so good! “You’re so pretty, Charlie,” he said reverently, moving his hand around to brush against the soft flesh of her belly. She giggled and squirmed on his lap.

“Don’t tickle me!” she said, swatting his arm. He stopped and rubbed his big hand down her thigh instead.

“I forgot about that,” he said. “Our stomachs aren’t ticklish like humans.”

“Oh?” said Charlie, looking innocently up at him. “Where are you ticklish, then?”

“The usual places,” Don said. He was still looking at her leg and had missed the mischievous look that had passed over her face. “Y’know, feet, armpits... feathery touches under the edge of our shells can do it too sometimes, although that’s usually more itchy that tickly.”

Like lightning, Charlie’s hand darted under his arm and she tickled him for all she was worth. He clamped his arm down to her side, trying to pin her hand, but it didn’t stop her fingers from wiggling against his skin. He shook with laughter, trying to push her away before giving up and tickling her back. Charlie squealed and pushed herself off his lap, scooting up to the other end of the couch to get away. Donatello lunged after her and she lay back to put her feet against his chest to stop him.

“That’s not fair!” she giggled. “You have more surface area to tickle than I do!”

“Life isn’t fair,” he replied, gently stroking her legs to distract her before he grabbed her ankles and tickled her soles with his thumbs. Charlie screeched and whacked him in the head with a couch cushion, causing him to lose his grip. She tackled him as quickly as she could, knocking him back and pinning him down with her weight. She grabbed his wrists and held them above his head.
“Gotcha!” she said, victoriously.

Donatello sighed. “First of all,” he said with a smile, “I let you tackle me, so don’t look so smug.” He rubbed her smaller nose with his and she gave him a hard, breathless kiss in return.

“And secondly?” she asked, breaking it off a moment later.

Donatello moved so fast that Charlie was on her back at the other end of the couch before she’d realized he was moving. This time, he was on top and had pinned both her hands above her head with only one of his. He’d propped himself up with the other to keep from crushing her. She had one foot on the floor, and the other against the back of the couch, both pinned apart by his thick thighs. He smiled at her as she writhed under him, trying to free her hands. Her squirming made her lower body rub deliciously against the bottom half of his carapace and he felt his dick harden quickly under his shell.

Charlie knew she couldn’t free herself and gave up trying. “Alright,” she admitted with a laugh. “Secondly, you’re a ninja.” Her laughter died away as she looked into his face. Donatello had that dangerous look again.

“Charlie,” he whispered, his voice thick with arousal. Her eyes fell shut as he kissed her again.

“I can‘t believe how quickly he’s figuring this stuff out,” Charlie thought as his tongue teased her lips, wanting into her hot, wet mouth. She sighed contentedly against him and opened her mouth so their tongues could touch. She could feel the slick wetness starting to pool between her legs and she ground herself up against the rounded bottom of his shell.

Then, in an instant, he was gone. She opened her eyes to see him sitting at the other end of the couch, looking at her with a wistful smile.

“I should go,” he said. “Before… y’know…” Don wanted nothing more than to stay and kiss her breath away, but if they were going to be smart about this, he knew he had to get out of there while he still could.

Charlie nodded and sat up. She was disappointed, but she knew he was right. They both needed time to adjust to this new aspect of their relationship.

“I’ll walk you home tomorrow” he said, squeezing her hand before he stood up. “Let me check your windows before I go.” Donatello went around to each window in the apartment, making sure they were locked and closing the curtains over them. He checked the door as well and then went to the last window in the bathroom where Charlie was already waiting. She reached out and hugged him like she had on the night of his first visit and he wordlessly climbed through the window and out onto the fire escape.

“Charlie,” he said hesitantly pausing at the ladder. She was leaning out, watching him.

“What, Donnie?”

“Are you…I mean… are we…” He didn’t know how to phrase it.

“Are we an item?” She asked, trying to keep a straight face. He was so cute when he was flustered.

“Yeah,” he said, relieved that she understood him.

She thought for a moment. Was he asking her to be his girlfriend? Did she want that? Charlie thought about how thoughtful and kind Don had been over the last few weeks and about what a nice time she’d had tonight in the lair.

“What do you think?” she asked.

Donnie moved forward and crouched down to her level at the little window. He reached a hand out and brushed her soft hair away from her face. “I think I’d like you to be my girlfriend,” he said quietly.

She nodded and smiled. “I think I already am.”

Don leaned forward and kissed her as sweetly as he could. He took her hand in his and pressed a quick kiss on the back of her fingers before turning and diving over the edge of the fire escape. He grabbed the side of the ladder and slid quickly down to the ground, doing cartwheels and back flips all the way down the alley. He paused at the corner to wave up to her before disappearing out of sight.

Charlie grinned and waved back and as soon as he was gone she shut the window and went to bed.
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