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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 climbed up on the roof of the clothing store that was across the street from Charlie’s shop so he could watch the delivery guy arrive. He felt a bit like a stalker as he pulled out his binoculars, but he really wanted to see her reaction. He’d never asked a girl on a date before and he was too nervous to do it in person. He tipped his fedora back on his head and focused the binoculars so he could see in through the big front windows, scanning the store for Charlie.

“Hmm… not on the first floor,” he mumbled, looking up to the smaller second floor windows. He couldn’t see her there, either. She was probably in the back. “Although,” he thought, “the place is pretty busy, so maybe I missed her in the crowd.” He started scanning the ground floor again.

The delivery van pulled up a minute later and a middle-aged man hopped out of the driver’s side and hurried around to the back of the vehicle. He opened the read door and dug around for a moment before pulling out the large triangular package that Don had paid for an hour ago in the store.

Don looked back inside the bookshop and this time he saw Charlie at the front counter, sliding a small stack of books into a plastic bag with the store logo on it. He focussed the binoculars in a bit more to read the titles. There were two poetry books, a history book, and a novel - all in Japanese. Charlie tucked the bag under the counter and moved down the counter to one of the two cash registers to put in a fresh roll of receipt paper.

Donnie smiled behind the binoculars and his heart beat a little harder. Those just had to be for Master Splinter. Charlie was so nice!

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The delivery guy had stepped up to the counter and was waiting patiently for the woman kneeling behind the counter to notice him. She was struggling with a roll of white paper that wouldn’t click into place in the receipt printer. “Stupid piece of cheap junk,” she grumbled, whacking it with the palm of her hand a few times until it finally snapped in.

The man cleared his throat and she looked back, startled. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, standing up. “I didn’t see you there.”

He smiled warmly at her. She was pretty. “Too bad there’s a guy sending her flowers,” he sighed inwardly, noticing her nametag. He was a weird-looking guy, though. Who wore a trench coat and hat on a warm day like this? “These are for you,” he smiled, passing the package over the counter to her. Don frowned, jealous that the guy was checking out his girl. If he tried anything, he was going to get his ass kicked.

“Oh!” Charlie said, a bit surprised. “I figured they were for Lisa. I’ve never had flowers delivered to work before.” Not that she’d had them delivered at home either, but she didn’t need to tell him that.

“First time for everything,” the man smiled. He tipped his hat and left.

Don had a great view of Charlie as she pulled the protective paper covering off the bouquet. Donnie figured she’d like wildflowers - she’d mentioned something once before about not living in the city until she ran away from home as a teenager. He watched as she paused to bury her nose in them for a moment before she set them gently on the counter and picked up the little envelope that was attached to the paper.

This was the part that Don was nervous about. He’d wanted to sound casual in his tone, but not come across as being unromantic. He also hadn’t been sure how to sign off on the card. He thought for a long time about whether he should put “Love” on there or not - it might send the wrong message. But then again, he was beginning to wonder if he was falling in love with her… not that he had any basis for comparison. Don pit his lip as he watched Charlie read.

Dear Charlie,
The symphony’s performing in Central Park tomorrow evening at eight. Would you like to go with me?
Love, Don

“Who’s Don?” Lisa whispered excitedly in Charlie’s ear. She’d seen the flowers and had rushed over faster than the speed of light to see who’d sent them.

“Um… he’s this guy I know,” Charlie said, turning red.

Don noticed the blush and was glad he wasn’t the only one who was doing it.

“Well, call him and tell him you’d love to go!” Lisa said, thrilled that someone was going to some effort to get Charlotte’s attention. “You work too hard and you don’t get out enough. Besides,” she added softly, giving Charlotte a nudge with her elbow, “you deserve something nice for once.”

Lisa went away to help a customer and Charlie picked up the flowers again. Don watched as she disappeared into the back with them and came out a minute later with the flowers in a big vase. He thought she looked a little sad for a moment, but then she fingered a daisy and gave it a little smile before going back to work.

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Less than a minute after her employees left at closing time (Lisa whispering “Go with him!” as she walked passed Charlie) Donatello knocked on the shop door. Charlie hurried out of the back where she’d been shutting the computer off and unlocked the door.

“Hey Charlie! How was work to- mmphf!” Charlie cut Don off with a searing kiss. He pushed the door shut behind him and wrapped his strong arms around her slender waist, lifting her up to his level as he kissed her back.

Charlie wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed into his mouth as he slid his tongue gently along her lips and scraped it against her top teeth. Don was glad his dick was inside his shell so she couldn’t feel how quickly it had gotten hard.

She pulled back and he set her back down, letting her warm, soft body slide deliciously along his hard front. “Thank-you for the flowers, Donnie,” she said with swollen pink lips. “They’re beautiful and they smell so good!”

“Not half as good as you do,” Don said, a bit surprised at himself for being so bold.

Charlie smiled at him and went to pick up her coat and purse from the little office. Flowers, kisses, complements… Donatello was a natural romantic. Charlie vaguely wondered if his highly developed analytical skills were spilling out into this new part of his life.

Donnie watched her walk away from him, his eyes lingering on her shapely backside. He liked those flowing blouses she seemed to wear most of the time. They showed off her curves as she moved, but they kept shifting, revealing and hiding different parts of her. It made him feel a bit like he was being teased and that drove him wild.

“Do you want to come over to dinner tomorrow night before we go to the symphony?” Charlie asked, reappearing. She stepped behind the counter and pulled out the bag he’d seen earlier.

Don smiled and walked over. “You want to go, then?” he asked. “I wasn’t sure if you would.”

“Of course I would! I love the symphony! I have just the thing to wear, too.” Her last words grabbed his attention.

“Oh?” he said, nonchalantly.

“Wait and see…” she laughed, pulling a few flowers out of the bouquet to make a smaller one. “I’m going to leave the flowers here because I spend more waking hours here than I do at home and I’d like to have the chance to look at them, but I’ll take these few home for my table” she explained.

Out on the street, Don offered to carry her books. “Actually,” she said, passing the bag to him. “I was going to give them to you anyway. I ordered them in for Master Splinter. I hope he likes them - I’m not sure if they’re any good, to be honest. I can’t read them.”

Donatello reached into the bag and pulled the novel out. He read the back cover as they walked along and then flipped through a few pages. “This looks pretty good, actually,” he said. “I might read it when Sensei’s finished. It’s a modern adaptation of a Japanese epic poem. It’s set in Brooklyn. Pretty clever, really.” He stuck it back into the bag and pulled out the history book.

Charlie remembered the day she’d touched his tail and he’d said something in a foreign language. “You speak Japanese?” she asked.

“Hai!” he said with a laugh, flipping through the second book. “Splinter’s English wasn’t very good until we were about eight - it’s not easy to pick up a new language when you live in a sewer - so he spoke in Japanese to us. He still does sometimes. Usually when we’re in training… or when he’s really mad.” Don added.

Charlie smiled at him. “I like finding these things out about you,” she said, squeezing his hand. “You’re full of surprises.”

Don stuck the book back in the bag and took her hand again. “I like learning about you too,” he said. “There’s a lot I want to know.”

“Like what?” she asked, unlocking the front door of her building.

Don thought for a moment. “Stuff like how many boyfriends you’ve had before, and why it didn’t work out with them, and who your mother is. I wonder if I’ve read anything she’s written. I want to know if you have any brothers or sisters, and what your life was like when you lived with those kids in the park. Y’know… just everything.”

Charlie laughed at him and unlocked her apartment door. He wouldn’t be Donatello if he wasn’t curious about everything. He hung his coat and hat up and crept up behind her, while she filled a small vase with water and carefully arranged the little bouquet. His arms snaked around her waist in a backwards hug and she jumped.

“That a ninja thing?” she asked.

“Yup!” he said, picking her up and carrying her to the livingroom. He sat down on the couch and put her carefully in his lap, like he had last night. “So you want to answer my questions?” he asked. “If you don’t think they’re too personal, that is.”

She smiled and reached for the phone book. “No, that’s hardly personal. You can ask me whatever you want and I promise I’ll always be honest, ok?” She flipped open to the yellow pages. “Let’s see… I’ve had four other boyfriends before you.” Don’s chest swelled a little. He still couldn’t believe he had a girlfriend. “It didn’t work out with the first two because we were just teenagers messing around and we knew deep down that it wasn’t serious. The third one was just like my dad, and the fourth-”.

“Just like your dad?” Don interrupted. “What do you mean?”
Charlie sighed. “He shouted at me a lot.”

“Did he hit you? What’s his name?” Don growled getting angry. He was going to murder the asshole.

“No, I broke it off before it came to that, and I’m not telling you his name because the police don’t need two guys swearing that they’ve been beaten up by an anthropomorphic turtle.”

Don grinned and pulled her closer. “I like it when you use big words,” he said, dreamily.

“You are a dork,” Charlie laughed.

“So are you,” Donatello said softly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her bruise. Charlie had the funny feeling that he meant it as a compliment.

“And the fourth cheated on me with two different girls.”

Don blinked at her, incredulous. “Why would he want to see someone else when he had you?”

“That’s what I think,” Charlie sniffed indignantly. She found the phone number she was looking for and reached for the phone. “Do you like egg rolls?”
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