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Braving it in the New World	By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 10090 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Ninja Turtles, nor am I making any money from them. I'm just borrowing the boys for a while. I do own my original characters.

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Donatello opened his eyes and looked up to the surface of the pond when he heard a small splash. Above him, Charlie had settled into Mike’s floating chair and was trailing her legs in the water. He smiled at his new wife as she shifted her swollen ankles in the cool water. This had been the best week of his life, living here with her like a normal couple. He couldn’t walk around in the daylight with her like this back in the city. He felt so in touch with his humanity.
He swam to the surface and tread water in front of her. “Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” she replied with a smile. Don rubbed her tired legs and she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “How long have we been together?” she asked. “A little over a year?”
“One year, two months, one week, and three days,” Donatello replied dreamily.
Charlie chuckled. “Trust you to come up with exact numbers,” she said. She stroked her round stomach and shifted in the chair. “We need to find a better apartment. The baby will need her own room.”
Don nodded in agreement. “It’ll have to be somewhere near the lair and the store… and near a good school.”
Charlie opened her eyes and turned the floating chair sideways so she could stroke his head. “You’re going to be a great father, honey,” she said.
He felt himself blush and he shrugged. “Yeah well, neither of us got to go to university, but I’m determined that our kids will get the best education they can… and I never want them to live in the sewer. I want them to see the sunshine everyday. And I want them to have a pet… maybe a dog or something. I want them to be normal.”
Charlie raised an eyebrow as he turned her chair back around to face him. “Kids? As in plural?” she asked.
Don shrugged again and slid his hands up her legs to her hips. “Well… sure… I mean, maybe… if you want them, too.” He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her bathing suit and pulled it down over her legs. He chucked it up on the bank of the pond and massaged her thighs until they parted.
Charlie looked nervously around, “Out here, Donnie?” she said. “What if someone comes?”
He rested her head on her lap. Her skin was warm from the sun and it felt so soft on his cheek. “No one’s going to come out here… and even if someone did, the only thing they’ll pay attention to is the giant talking turtle.” He ran a thick, calloused finger across her slit and watched as she shivered. She was soaking wet already and he sucked her juices off his finger.
“I can’t help it,” she said with a blush. “It’s my hormones. I have sex on the brain twenty-four, seven.”
“Suits me just fine,” Don said. He grabbed her under her knees and pulled her closer to the edge of the chair. He lifted her legs over his big shoulders and nuzzled the soft fur between her legs.
“Mike wouldn’t like us messing around in his chair,” she gasped as he dragged his tongue firmly across her.
Don chuckled as he nipped at her clit and she bucked. “I’ll get him a new one,” he said before he plunged his mouth between her legs and ate.
*****
Leonardo stomped into the lair and flopped down on the couch next to Michelangelo. The orange turtle looked warily at his older brother for a moment then passed him a spare game controller. They hadn’t talked much in the past week.
“What are we playing?” Leo asked. “Left 4 Dead?”
“Yeah,” Mike said.
They shot some zombies for a while. “She’s gone,” Leo finally said.
“Who?” Mike asked.
“Lisa.” Leonardo pressed some buttons and his game character tossed a grenade into a pack of zombies that had bunched around a door. “I went by her place… I dunno… I wanted to talk or something. She’s moved out.”
“Oh,” Mike said. They shot some more zombies. “Where’d she go?”
“I dunno. She left a note saying she was going to stay with her aunt and that she wouldn’t be back. I don’t know where her aunt lives though.”
“Oh,” Mike said again. “I don’t know what to tell you bro… I know it’s my fault…”
“It wasn’t and we’re not talking about that. It’s over and done,” Leo said, firmly. “Shit, I’m out of ammo.”
In the game, Michelangelo’s character jumped in front of Leo’s and shot back the zombie hoard until his brother’s ammunition meter went up again.
“Thanks,” Leo said.
“No sweat.”
“Where’s Raphael?” Leonardo asked a minute later.
“The same place he’s been going every night for a week,” Mike replied.
Leo looked surprised. “I guess I haven’t been paying much attention to anything lately, huh?”
Mike shrugged. “It’s not your fault, dude. You’ve had a lot on your mind.” Leonardo snorted in agreement. “So where is he?”
“At Estrella’s apartment watching her kid while she strips.”
“You’re kidding me, right?” Leonardo gaped.
“Nope,” Mike said. “She couldn’t find a reliable sitter who’d work for free so he volunteered.”
“And how exactly is he explaining why he wears a turtle costume twenty-four hours a day?” Leonardo had forgotten the game and Mike rolled his eyes and defended his character again as the zombies closed in on them.
“You know how Raphael is… he’s got a smart answer for everything.”
Leo nodded slowly. “Yeah, he sure does.” He turned his attention back to the game. Michelangelo was almost out of ammunition and there were zombies all around them. Leonardo sprang into action and started blowing stuff up left and right until there were no zombies left. “I didn’t know he liked her like that. I hope she’s not just using him,” he said.
Mike raised an eyebrow shifted on the couch a bit. “Leo, have you ever in all your life seen Raphael do one thing that he didn’t want to do?”
Leonardo chuckled. “Never.” He looked around the lair. “This place is getting quieter all the time,” he said.
Michelangelo nodded. “I know… Don’t moved out, Splinter’s with April so much he may as well have moved out, Raphael’s gone all the time… hell, you were gone for months at Lisa’s. It’s been quiet here for a long time, bro.”
Leonardo looked at his brother. “I’m sorry, Mikey… I wasn’t thinking about how alone you were… I’ve been a pretty poor leader, haven’t I?”
Mike sighed and got up. “I’m hungry,” he mumbled as he went into the kitchen. “Want something?”
Leo followed him. “Yeah, sure.” He sat at the table as Mike pulled stuff out of the fridge to make sandwiches. “Got any beer?”
“No,” Mike said. “I’m… cutting back on the booze. I’ve been drinking by myself a lot and I don’t want it to become a problem, y’know?”
Leo nodded and looked at his hands. They weren’t as hard as they were a year ago. He looked at his arms. They were smaller than they used to be. He was getting out of shape. He looked the orange turtle over… Mike was huge, like he’d been spending a lot of time in the gym.
“Mike… will you work out with me tomorrow?” he asked. “I’m… doughy.”
The orange turtle started making two huge sandwiches right on the table. He never bothered with plates - they were just more dishes to wash. “You’re not doughy - you’re just not as ripped as you used to be. But yeah, I’ll help you get beefed up again.”
Leonardo propped an elbow on the table and watched his brother smear mayonnaise on the bread. “I think I just learned something,” he said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah… I had a girlfriend and Don had a girlfriend, right?”
“Right.” Mike popped the pickle jar open easily and speared some out with a fork.
“And I spent a ton of time with Lisa and Don spent a ton of time with Charlie.”
“Right.”
“But I’m out of shape and Don isn’t. I neglected my training and Don didn’t,” Leo finished.
“Because Charlie won’t let him,” Mike chuckled. “And Charlie likes working out with Raph. She’ll never be a ninja, but it she’s at least interested in what we do.”
Leo nodded. “Exactly. Lisa didn’t really support me or us as a team.”
“Even though it’s our training that saved her life,” Mike added. He finished the sandwiches and shoved one over to his brother before he sat down across from him. “So what did you learn?”
“I learned that the wrong woman can bring you down and suck you dry.”
Mike laughed. “The right woman can suck you dry too, bro.”
For the first time in a week, Leonardo laughed.
*****
Raphael reached out and adjusted Miguel’s small foot to improve his stance. “Like dis, amigo,” he said.
The little boy eagerly accepted the correction and then launched his leg up in an awkward kick. “Like that?” he asked. He did a few more quick kicks for good measure.
Raphael chuckled. “Yeah dat’s pretty good. He knelt down in front of Miguel and tapped his hard plastron. “Try it again and see if ya can hit me right here each time.”
Miguel adjusted his stance and managed to land a gentle kick in the right place.
“Dat’s it, chico!” Raphael encouraged. “Do it harder!”
Miguel landed a slightly harder kick and then a second one that nearly made him fall down.
“Good!” Raphael encouraged. “Okay, now we’ll try somethin’ new. You get yer stance just right and then I’ll say, ‘hai!” You give me yer best kick as soon as ya hear it, okay?”
“Yeah!” Miguel squealed. He wiggled his socked feet around and did his best to get the right stance.
“Hai!” Raphael barked.
Miguel kicked, then found his stance.
“Hai!”
The kick was a bit better, but off-target.
“Hai!”
Raphael smiled as the small boy gradually grew more stable. They switched legs and kept going. The little kicks were getting stronger and more accurate.
After Miguel had his bath and was asleep in bed, Raphael moved Estrella’s bulky couch back into place and flopped down on it to sleep until she got back at 2:30am.
He woke up when he heard her keys jingling in the lock. He rolled onto his back and propped his head up with a meaty arm. He could hear her toss her purse onto the kitchen table. Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked into the dark living room. She clicked a lamp on and he blinked in the bright light.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey. How was work?”
Estrella sighed and flopped down into the chair next to him. “Same old, same old,” she muttered. She kicked her shoes off and rubbed her swollen feet. “How was Miguel today?”
“Good. Dinner, homework, bath, bed.”
“And the swear words?” she asked.
“Not a single one,” Raphael said.
She shook her head. “I don’t know how you got him to stop. Maybe he just responds better to you because you’re a man.”
Raphael nodded. “I think so. He knows I mean it when I say no to somethin’.”
“It’s your deep, scary voice,” she chuckled. “And you’re the size of a tree.”
The red turtle laughed and then sat up with a tired grunt. “Yeah, well this tree’s gotta get home and sleep.”
Estrella reached forward and put her hand on his forearm. “Take the costume off, Raphael,” she said, gently.
He looked at her evenly. “You know I can’t, kochanie.” He looked away for a moment and then left.
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