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Just Say Yes	By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 2527 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Ninja Turtles, nor am I making any money from this story. I'm just borrowing them for a while because they're lonely.

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“Told-ya you’d like it,” he chuckled, leading her along a gravel path through the deserted park. Most of the animals were asleep, but a few of the enclosures’ occupants were wide awake. Mike and Charlie stopped to look at the raccoons and the owls. Some of the smaller wildcats were roaming around their enclosures, too.

Michelangelo led Charlie into one of the more isolated parts of the zoo as they walked. He watched her smile as she looked at the sleeping monkeys and ducks. She liked cute things.

Charlie blinked in surprise and looked at Michelangelo as he suddenly stopped short and looked at her. “Close your eyes,” he said. His voice was dark and whispery, but his eyes danced brightly.

Charlie squinted at him, trying to figure out what he was up to. “Why?” she said, carefully.

Mike rolled his eyes. “Cause I wanna surprise you, babe. Chillax, I already promised that I wouldn’t try to kiss you.” He winked and she could see his plastron move up and down a little as he laughed.

Charlie sighed and closed her eyes, trusting Mikey as he led her slowly down the rest of the gravel path. She could feel them turning and when they stepped onto the cool grass, she reached her other hand out and grabbed his arm for support. It was strange, touching him with her eyes closed; she could almost imagine that he was Donatello, but the scars were in the wrong places. Mike’s hands weren’t as rough as Donnie’s, either. Donnie was always working on something... building, creating, repairing... Mike read a lot and he worked out all the time. Charlie ran her fingertips over his, feeling the calluses that he’d built up from playing his guitar.

Mike shivered a little as Charlie’s small hands explored the texture of his skin. She’d touched him a million times before, but he’d always forced himself to not let it last too long and to stop his brain before it registered the contact as pleasure. He’d had too much respect for his brother.

“Let me take care of her, Donnie,” Michelangelo prayed silently. “Please, bro, let me take care of her for you until she can see you again.” A breeze blew passed them, making his mask ends ripple and Charlie’s dress flutter.

“Where are we going?” Charlie said, smiling to the place where she thought Mike’s face was. She was a little off, but he didn’t care.

“Actually, we got here a minute ago,” he teased, setting the basket down so he could cover her eyes with her hands. “I’ve just been leading you in circles to confuse you.”

She laughed and covered his hands with hers, trying to see if she could pry his fingers apart. “You have not,” she said. “We were going North until about ten steps ago, when you turned us slightly to the East.”

Mike’s eyebrows went up. Raphael was a damn good teacher. She was way more spatially orientated than he’d given her credit for. He shook his head and leaned down so his mouth was near her ear, wondering if he could make her shiver again.

“I smell flowers,” Charlie smiled, breathing deeply. She wasn’t sure if she’d just leaned a little closer to him or if she’d just imagined it. it was hard to tell how straight she was standing when she couldn’t see.

“Open your eyes,” Mike whispered, as he took his hands away.

Charlie gasped in delight when she saw the gazebo all lit up with white lights. Climbing roses made their way up every post. “Oh, Mikey! It’s wonderful!”

Mike picked up the basket and took her hand again as they walked up the little hill to it. “You like it?” he asked. “They have a few of these in here and they rent them out to rich guys for dates.”

Charlie felt herself blushing - she’d nearly forgotten that this was a date. “It’s lovely,” she said, suddenly feeling a little shy.

“Sorry babe,” Mike said. He gave her a gentle nudge with his elbow. “Did I make you feel all weird?”

“Yeah,” she admitted, “but not in a bad way.” They stepped up into the gazebo and Mike set the basket down on one of the two chairs that was inside. He pulled out a white tablecloth and snapped it out over the small, round bistro table.

“So you feel weird in a good way?” he asked. “What does that mean?” He pulled the empty chair out for Charlie and tucked it in underneath her as she sat down.

On an impulse, Charlie grabbed his hand as he moved away. He stopped and kneeled down by her chair, looking up at her with a weird smile on his face.

“I don’t know what it means,” Charlie admitted.

“Am I making you feel confused?” Mike asked, taking her hand in his. Her dress had risen up a little, but he was determined not to let his eyes drop down to stare at her legs. He already knew exactly what they looked like.

“Yes,” Charlie whispered, as he stroked his big thumb softly over the back of her hand. His eyes were soft and deep, but there was a predatory glint in them, too, that made her throat tighten and her heart race. She felt like she was under a spell. This was a side of Michelangelo that she had never seen and didn’t know.

Mike kissed her palm and stood up. “Good,” he said, going to the basket.

Charlie blinked in surprise like she’d just woken up. “Good?” she asked, as Mike set out some plates and snapped on a small radio. Gentle music filled the air around them.

“Yeah, babe. If you’re confused, then it means that you’re really thinking about this... about me. I’d rather have a maybe than a no.” He smiled but his eyes looked a little sad. They brightened as he looked back to her. “Let me ask you something,” he smirked.

“Fire away,” she smiled, leaning back in her chair. She watched as he set out two glasses and poured a bottle of April’s homemade wine.

“Are you having a good time with me?” Mike’s eyes flickered behind his mask as he reached back into the basket.

“Yes,” Charlie replied honestly. “I’m having fun. We always do.”

“Then stop trying to analyze everything and relax. You can pick apart every weird feeling tomorrow.” He pulled out some tupperware and dished out some caesar salad and some cold, barbequed chicken.

Charlie sat forward in her chair, smiling when she saw the food. “I love caesar salad,” she said.

“I know,” Mike smiled.
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