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Perseverance	By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 9920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Donatello reached down as Charlie’s head appeared over the top of the manhole at the edge of the park. He slipped his calloused green hands under her arms and lifted her easily up, setting her gently down on the grass for a moment while he rolled the cover back into place. He’d carried her most of the way there under the pretence that he was worried that the sewer would dirty her nice shoes, but the truth was that he liked how warm she was against his chest even though she was just wearing a flimsy little dress and thin sweater - not to mention that it was fun to nuzzle her neck and place soft kisses on the sensitive spot behind her ear when she wasn’t looking.

Charlie fussed now and then that the tunnel they were in was actually pretty clean, and that she was too heavy for him to be lugging around, but every time she did, Don just tossed her up and caught her again, telling her that the park was only ten minutes from the lair and that she didn’t weigh anything. He stopped himself from adding that she worked too hard and didn’t eat enough - she was smiling and he didn’t want her to stop.

Don took her hand and led her down a little path through some trees until they got to a quiet spot on a small hill where they could look down on where the orchestra was warming up without being spotted.

“Sometimes we come here so we can sit in the sun without being spotted,” he said. “Although it’s hard to relax very much when we have to keep looking out for joggers and kids.”

Charlie squeezed his hand. “I don’t see much of the sun either, unless it’s on Sunday when the store’s closed.”

Don sat down between the roots of a big tree and leaned back against the trunk, pulling on her arm until she got the message and settled down on his lap. He tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear and stroked her pale cheek as she settled her head on his shoulder.

“Did you stop taking care of yourself after your grandfather died, or was it later than that?” he asked softly against the top of her head, regretting his words instantly. He winced as Charlie pulled away from him immediately, frowning as she searched his face. His eyes were soft and they never left hers as he took her hand in his, pulling her fingers up to his mouth to place a tender kiss on the tip of each one. The frown faded from her face and she leaned back against him, settling her head under his chin again. She knew he wasn’t trying to be mean or judge her - he was just worried.

“I’m not that bad, am I?“ she asked as he put her arms around her, ghosting his warm fingers over her back. He didn’t answer, but kept up the soothing motion of his hands.

Charlie sighed. It felt really good. “He used to get up and cook us both breakfast every morning,” she said finally. “Then I’d make us some lunch to take with us. I’d run the errands in the morning - groceries and stuff… we used to deliver books too, and then he’d go to the bank every afternoon. I do it all myself now, after hours. That’s how I met Mikey. I was going to the late night grocery store.”

Don stayed quiet and applied a little more pressure with his hands, trying to relax her tight muscles. The first violin was tuning the orchestra.

“I try to rest on Sunday as much as I can, so I can keep going for another week. I used to go to church some, but lately I can’t seem to drag myself out of bed.”

Don winced again - that was partly his fault, he knew. He took up any spare time she had. Charlie felt him stiffen a bit and tilted her head up to kiss the bottom of his chin. “I wish I could spend more time with you, Donnie. Not less. I think you’re good for me. I would never have come to see this, if you hadn’t brought me… and all those nights we spent talking and…” she trailed off for a moment to think about the things they did when they weren’t talking. “I’d be balancing the books or confirming orders or something. I try to do that at work now so I can be free to spend time with you.”

Donatello’s dick twitched when she mentioned some of their less conversational activities. He shifted a bit to ease the pressure, glad she couldn’t feel it through his plastron. He was trying to show her that he cared about her and he didn’t need little Donnie to interrupt her as she was baring her soul to him. It had a mind of it’s own though and was doing it’s best to make Don aware of the soft, warm body in his lap. The body in that thin, flowing dress…

The orchestra started to play and Don forced himself to pay attention to the music. He didn’t have a program, but it sounded a lot like Bach… or was that Brahms? The solid length in his shell didn’t care. He allowed one hand to brush down her body to rest on her bare knees. “But that’s it,” he told himself. “Just watch the concert and stop thinking about what she’s got on under that dress.” But of course, that was then all he could think about.”

As the first half of the concert wore on, Charlie snuggled in closer to him, reaching a hand up his chest. If Don had been a normal human guy, she would have held on to a fistful of shirt, but Don wasn’t a normal human guy and he wasn’t wearing a shirt, so she hooked her fingers into the top edge of his plastron, rubbing the hot leathery skin absently.

Don looked down at her, clenching his jaw to keep a low moan from escaping. Did she know what she was doing to him? Her eyes were drooping closed and she looked pretty sleepy, so he guessed that she didn’t. She’d only touched him under the edge of his shell once before and it had nearly sent him over the moon. Don wasn’t sure if he should draw it to her attention or not. On the one hand, it felt really really good. On the other, his cock was now painfully pushing against his shell. He wondered if any of his brothers had ever come inside their shells before - he certainly hadn’t - didn’t want to either. Then he felt it building in the back of his throat.
“Oh shit,” Don thought, as the churl started.

Charlie blinked in surprise and sat up as the soft rumble began in Donnie’s throat. Why was he doing that now? They weren’t - she gasped and pulled her fingers away. “Sorry, Donnie! I didn’t realize!” She hoped he wasn’t mad. “I wasn’t trying to lead you on, I just forgot!”

Donatello chuckled and pulled her back against him, pressing his lips to hers for a ravishing kiss. He couldn’t help himself - her face was so flushed and she was co cute when she was flustered. He pulled back, breathing hard. “That’s ok,” he panted. “I figured you didn’t know. I should have told you, but… y’know” he grinned, trying not to look smug. Ninjas shouldn’t act smugly.

Charlie tried to be annoyed with him but couldn’t quite pull it off as her eyes raked over his well-muscled arms and broad shoulders. She could feel the heat radiating from his thick thighs though her dress, and noticed for the first time how hot his skin was between his legs. The long ends of fabric from his mask had fallen over his shoulder and flowed artfully over his chest. He smiled sweetly at her, looking a bit curious. She grinned back at him, shifting so she was straddling him. This was exactly why she liked him. He was thoughtful, romantic, curious, and sexy as hell.

Charlie put a hand behind his head and pulled to her roughly. She wanted him very badly all of a sudden. Her other hand slipped between them and her fingers dipped under the bottom of his plates, searching for him. Don groaned with relief as he relaxed his inner muscles and allowed his dick to fall heavily into her hand. Charlie grasped the base of it in her fist and pumped him up and down slowly, feeling his balls rub against her wet panties.

Two big hands suddenly grabbed her backside and she was lifted up as he stood. She wrapped her legs around his shell as he carried her back into the trees where it was more private, kissing her deeply, but with his eyes open so he could see where they were going. He knelt down and lay briefly on top of her so he could lie her down on a patch of cool grass as gently as possible. He marvelled at how small and delicate her body was compared to his.

“Charlie, you are so beautiful,” he whispered between the kisses he placed along her jaw and down her neck.

The evening air was suddenly on her bare chest. Don had untied the string behind her neck and pulled the top of her halter dress down to her waist. How had he done that without her noticing?

“Ninja” he whispered before sucking a hard pink nipple into his mouth. He palmed her other breast, massaging it slowly, before rolling the nipple slowly around between his thumb and forefinger. Charlie bucked up against him, running a strand of fabric from his mask through her fingers. She could hear his ragged breathing mixing with her own. She looked at his face - he was enjoying this, but he was much more tense than usual. He was nervous.

“Donnie,” she whispered lustily, stroking his face with a finger. His mouth left her breast and he looked up to her face, propping himself up on his elbows above her. “What do you want, Donnie?” she asked tenderly. She didn’t want him to feel pressured or shy.

Donatello’s heart was pounding so hard in his chest that it hurt. He loved her. He knew he did, but he wasn’t sure she was ready to hear that just yet. His eyes roamed boldly over her spread legs, her bunched up dress, her bare, heaving chest, her flushed neck and face, her swollen lips, and finally her deep, long-lashed eyes. He wanted to take her lithe little body and fuck her for all he was worth.

“I… I want…” he couldn’t say it. He was too shy.

“Do you want me?” she whispered.

“Yes,” he whispered back.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he smiled, leaning in to kiss her deeply, slipping his big tongue in past her open lips.

That was all Charlie needed to hear. She wrapped her arms around him and ground herself up against his hard, throbbing member. He broke the kiss and shuddered against the side of her neck.

“Make love to me, Donnie,” Charlie whispered encouragingly into the tiny hole where his ear was.

Donatello sat up between her legs. Her dress had ridden up and he could see her purple lace panties. They were wet right between her legs.

“I wanted to match you,” she smiled. It was such a simple thing, but the idea that she had deliberately put those on because they went with his bandana and pads tugged sharply at his heart. He did love her.

He hooked his fingers under the waist of her dress and pulled it off over her legs and feet along with her panties. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and shining with her juices. Don ran a thick, calloused finger slowly between the folds and rubbed it over the slippery nub at the top, making her writhe.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered again and she knew that he really meant it and wasn’t just saying it. She reached her arms up to him and he stretched out on top of her, being careful to keep his weight on his elbows. He held her face gently between his large hands and kissed her as gently as he could, worried that this would hurt her. It had been a tight fit to get two of his fingers inside her that first time they’d fooled around, and his dick was even wider. He didn’t ever want to hurt her.

Then an awful thought hit him. They couldn’t do this. He pulled his face away from hers quickly, the ends of his bandana falling over his shoulder. “Charlie, we can’t… I mean we don’t have… I don’t know if I can get you pregnant or not” he finally got out.

She smiled and took the fabric in her hand. “It’s ok. I’m on the pill.” Relief flooded over Donatello as she pulled him back down to her with his mask. His cock brushed against her wet pussy and he gasped into her mouth at how good it felt.

Charlie reached down between them and grasped his dick, guiding it to her entrance. “Stop me if I hurt you,” Don rasped. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Just go slow and it’ll be ok,” she smiled reassuringly, breathing deeply as he pressed into her. It was tight- so very tight.

Donatello’s eyes were squeezed tightly closed and he was trembling with the force it took not to slam into her. This was the best he’d ever felt in his life, ever. “Ease back a bit and push in some more,” Charlie whispered. She’d broken out into a sweat. “Feels good…”

Don did as she said, easing back and pushing in a bit more each time until he was completely buried inside her. Charlie had never felt so full. It was wonderful, and even though she was being stretched wider than she thought was possible it didn’t actually hurt. She wriggled against him, wanting him to move. Don pulled out a bit and slipped back in, his arms were shaking as his body screamed at him to pound into her, but he couldn’t let himself hurt her.

Suddenly he felt her hands on his shoulders and he opened his eyes as the ran down his arms, massaging his shaking biceps. “It’s ok, Donnie,” she whispered. Something snapped inside of him and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He pulled almost all the way out and shoved hard back inside her. She grunted at the force of the blow. It hurt just a little, but it still felt so very good. Donatello ploughed into her again and again, nuzzling her neck, enjoying the sound of her moans and words of encouragement.

Suddenly his churl was interrupted by a low growl. It took him a moment to realize that the sound had come from him. He looked down at Charlie who looked equally surprised, but she smiled at him so he knew she didn’t mind. He kept thrusting into her and each time felt better than the last. A little voice in his head told him to hold back for her, but he couldn’t make himself do it. She was so slippery, and tight, and hot, and wet around him.

“Come for me, Donnie,” Charlie panted into his ear, almost as if she knew what he was thinking. A moment later, he erupted deep inside her with another deep growl. He thrust hard inside her a few more times, spurting the last of his cum into her already soaked pussy before he collapsed, rolling to the side so he wouldn’t crush her.

“Charlie,” he croaked, pulling her close with his last once of strength. “That was…” he was too wiped out to speak.

“I know,” she said, snuggling into his side.
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