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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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Michelangelo tried his best to ice his cake with one hand. It wasn’t going well. He knew that Raphael or Leonardo would help him in an instant if he asked, but he really wanted to do it himself. He hadn’t actually thanked Charlie for not abandoning him in the street that night - he knew he’d either be dead or in a cage if she had - and he wanted to do something nice for her. The only problem was that Master Splinter wouldn’t let him leave the lair until his arm was all better so he’d be able to defend himself. Mikey snorted and slapped some more icing on the lop-sided cake. “I can totally kick ass with one arm,” he grumbled.

“Hey guys!” he shouted through to the livingroom. “How gross does this look?” The old couch squeaked as Raph and Leo got up. They moved into the kitchen and looked at the lopsided, unevenly iced chocolate mess on the counter.

“It’s not gross, Mikey,” Leo said reaching for an icing-covered spoon. “It’s just a little… artistic, is all.”

Raphael swiped a big green finger through the icing on the cake and tasted it. “Tastes good to me” he said. “Besides, it’s all going to the same place, so what’s the diff?”

“I’m sure she’ll think it’s great, Mikey,” Leo said, patting his brother’s shoulder. “If she could put up with you bleeding all over her rug and her clothes, I’m sure she won’t be worried about what shape your cake is.”

Mikey smiled. Leo was probably right. “Think it’d be too much if I wrote her name on it in Smarties?” he asked.

“You have Smarties?!” Raphael said, stealing Leo’s spoon to finish the icing. “Where’ve you been hiding those?”

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Donatello and Charlie arrived at the lair a few minutes before Don’s casserole was ready to come out of the oven. Mike had agreed to put it in for him so he could go and check on Charlie.

Don was still in shock at how fantastic Charlie looked in her brown crepe dress and matching strappy shoes.. It flowed around the curves of her hips, thighs, and breasts just like her blouses did, and it stopped just at her knees, showing off her toned calves and pretty feet. The dress had a halter neck, which gave him an excellent view of the creamy skin of her back, and his fingers itched to stroke down the length of her spine.

Don thought she looked fucking incredible and told her so about every four minutes the whole way from her apartment to the lair door where he paused to place a soft kiss on the back of her neck before they went in. He wanted to tell her that his cock had been half hard in his shell since she’d stepped out of her room and said “What do you think?”, but he felt a bit too shy to talk to her like that… yet. “Besides,” he reasoned inwardly, “she might think I’m just after her for sex.”

He pushed the heavy door open and she smiled sweetly at him before she stepped through into the turtles livingroom. Charlie was feeling quite pleased with herself at the effect she was having on him.

“Hey!” Raphael called, stepping out of the kitchen to greet them. “You’re just in time, dinn- whoa!” he stopped short and stared openly at Charlie for a moment. Mike and Leo hurried out to see what was going on and wound up staring at her too. Mikey snapped out of it first and grabbed her up in a big one-armed hug.

“Whoa, Charlie, you look fucking ho-”

“Very pretty.” Leo said firmly, coming out of it too. “You look very pretty, Charlie.” He knew they shouldn’t be ogling Donnie’s girl and he felt a little nervous when she stepped over to hug him, but Donnie winked at him so he knew it was ok.

“Pretty fucking hot,” Raph grinned, getting hugged as well. “I’ll go get Master Splinter.” Leo and Mikey stepped back into the kitchen.

Charlie looked at Don, her cheeks pink at the flattery. She hoped he wasn’t mad.

“It’s ok,” he said, chuckling. “We don’t get beautiful women down here very much.” He put a finger under her chin, tilting her face up. “And you are very beautiful, Charlie,” he whispered, before leaning in to kiss her as tenderly as he could. Charlie felt light-headed and her knees went weak as he kissed her breath away, but amazingly, the slight pressure of his finger under her chin kept her up.

“A-hum,” someone coughed. Don pulled his mouth away from hers and turned around to see Raphael grinning at them. “I think it’s time to sit in at the table,” he said, not even trying to hide the smirk off his face. “Splinter will be along in a minute.” Charlie was sure that her face was as red as a beet as Raph snickered and went into the kitchen.

Don kissed her forehead and took her hand to lead her in behind his brother. He didn’t seem particularly bothered that they had been caught necking. “Maybe they’re so comfortable with each other because they’ve been living in such close quarters all their lives with almost no outside friends,” Charlie mused, sitting in the offered seat at the table. She stood up a moment later when Splinter entered the room, leaning heavily on his walking stick.

“Good-evening, Charlotte,” he wheezed. “It is lovely to see you again, my dear.” Charlie took his gnarled, wrinkled, clawed hand in hers and helped him to the table.

“It’s nice to see you again, too, Master Splinter,” she smiled. “How have you been keeping?”

The turtles exchanged looks behind the pair’s backs, almost shocked at how easily Charlie was able to touch their sensei without flinching.

“Can we keep her?” Mikey mouthed with a grin.

“Yes,” Leo mouthed back, winking at Don.

“I must thank you for the lovely books, Charlotte,” Splinter said as she pushed his chair in. “I’ve been meditating over each poem as I read them.”

“Oh, I’m glad you like them,” she said, sitting next to him. “Let me know when you’ve finished those and I’ll order some more. Is there anything in particular you’d like?”

Donatello carried the piping hot casserole dish to the table and put some food on everyone’s plate while Charlie and Splinter talked about poetry. He was amazed at how much she knew about it, although she’d never been able to go to university. She had told him once that she read every poetry book that had come into the store since she first got there, and he could see that it had really paid off - she was a fountain of knowledge. She could quote long passages, cite famous critics, and throw technical terms around with ease.

Splinter in turn, was offering interesting comparisons of modern poetry to ancient Oriental forms and was reciting translations of dozens of famous haikus that he remembered from his boyhood, much to Charlie’s delight.

By the time the casserole had all but disappeared, they’d moved on to the evolution of rhyme schemes. Don looked at his brothers - Mikey and Raph had completely glazed over with boredom, and Leo was listening politely, but looked like he only understood half of what they were saying. Don was enjoying listening to them, but literature wasn’t really his thing. He did machines.

Leo took pity on Mikey who was seconds away from falling asleep and gave him a kick under the table. “How ‘bout some cake, Mike?” he asked.

“Huh?” Michelangelo blinked. “Oh right! Cake!” He hopped up and ran to the counter, thrilled to be away from the table. A moment later, he placed the lopsided chocolate blob in front of Charlie. She looked surprised to see her name on it. “Thanks for not leaving me behind,” he said, suddenly looking a bit shy.

“Did you make this yourself?” Charlie asked, looking impressed. “I could never bake a cake with one arm!” She stood up and hugged him. “And of course I wouldn’t leave you behind - not after you’d saved my life twice!” Mikey hugged her back with his good arm. He was definitely going to have to hang out with her more once he was allowed out of the lair. He’d have to see if he could de-nerdify her a bit though.

Despite it’s appearance, the cake was actually pretty good. Michelangelo cut huge slices, and Charlie only managed to eat a third of her piece before she was sure she’d burst if she had another bite.

“Can’t finish?” asked Raphael when she put her fork down. She shook her head and he reached across the table, grabbed her plate, and scraped it off onto his own before setting it back empty in front of her. Splinter frowned at his poor table manners, but Charlie just giggled, amazed at how much food the turtles could put away.

Don stood and started to collect the plates as soon as they’d finished. “I’ll just do the dishes, Charlie, and then we’ll go,” he said.

“I’ll give you, a hand, Donnie,” she said, gathering up the cups.

“Raphael will do them all,” Splinter said, softly, sipping a cup of tea Michelangelo had made for him. He wasn’t going to let Raphael get away with eating like a pig in front of a rare guest - and a lady at that!

The other turtles snickered at their brother and then, after she’d said goodbye, Don took Charlie’s hand and led her through the door and back into the sewer.
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