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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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Charlie woke up to the smell of sizzling bacon and the sound of dishes rattling. She breathed deeply and rolled over, trying not to wake up. Grandpa would be calling her to the table any second now, but her bed was getting comfier by the second and she really didn’t want to move.

Her eyes snapped quickly open and she sat up. Her grandfather would NOT be calling her. Who the hell was in her kitchen?

“Morning, Sunshine!” Don said, poking her bedroom door open with his foot. He was carrying a big tray of food which he set down on her knees. She blinked at him, too surprised to speak. He sat down cross-legged on the end of the bed.

“Donnie?” she finally got out. “What’s this?” she said, gesturing to the tray.

“It’s called breakfast,” he smiled. “I let myself in,” he said, “I know I shouldn’t have, but don’t worry, I won’t make a habit of it. I feel bad that I had to leave you last night right after… well… I wanted to do something nice for you.”

“How can he be so damn chipper this early?” Charlie groaned inwardly, reaching for the mug of hot coffee. She swigged half of it down in two big gulps, rubbed her bleary eyes and downed the rest. That was better, but her head was still pretty foggy. What had Donnie just said? Something about letting himself in? Last night? Oh yeah… last night…that was great…

“More coffee?” he asked. Charlie just nodded and handed him the mug. Don hopped up and reappeared a moment later with another cupful. Charlie knocked half of that back before she felt alive enough to speak.

“That’s ok, Donnie,” she croaked. “You can come here anytime you want, ok?” She picked up the fork and examined the scrambled eggs and pancakes. She wasn’t used to having breakfast. “Or lunch,” a little voice inside her head said cheekily.

“It’s not poisoned,” Donnie smiled. Charlie blushed and started to eat.

“It’s great - thanks, Donnie.” They sat in silence for a few minutes while she picked away at her food, getting more down than she thought she’d be able to. Charlie looked at Don who was staring distractedly at the tray. “Do you need to talk about it?” she smiled through a piece of bacon.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Thank-you for last night, Charlie. That was the greatest night of my life… I’m glad that you were the one to… y’know…” He had to ask her something, but he felt nervous all over again. She kept smiling at him so he continued. “Um… are you… ok?”

Charlie shifted her hips a bit to check, then nodded her head. “I’m not sore at all,” she said, reaching for her coffee again. Don felt slightly relieved, but he was still worried about something.

Charlie poked him in the leg with her foot, realizing that he needed reassurance. She felt a bit stupid for not giving it to him earlier, but she couldn’t be held accountable for rational thought first thing in the morning. Don looked back at her and saw that she was smiling.

“Last night was amazing, Donnie. It was sweet, and romantic, and most importantly, we were both ready for it.” Don relaxed visibly, glad that she didn’t regret anything. “You were great, Donnie.” Her foot stroked his leg through the blankets. “Are you ok?” she asked, still smiling.

“Yeah,” he said, taking her tray away and setting it on the floor. “I just needed to know that you were ok and…” he wasn’t sure if he could say it. He moved closer and reached for her hand, twining her little fingers together with his large ones. Don lifted her hand up to his chest and pressed it against his heart, wishing she could feel it beating through his shell. She smelled like her flowery soap and he wanted to taste her again. He took a deep breath - he was going to tell her he loved her.

Charlie leaned in and kissed him, moving to her knees so she’d be closer to his level. She remembered how she’d felt when she’d first had sex - she was so curious about it that it was all she’d wanted to do for the next two weeks. Her boyfriend had been very willing, but poorly skilled and, as she found out when they’d stopped fooling around long enough to have a conversation, he was also a complete asshole. Charlie figured that this was what Don was trying to tell her, and to be honest, she was outright eager to try it with him again.

Charlie broke the kiss just long enough to pull her t-shirt over her head, then she wrapped her arms around Don’s neck and kissed him again. He drew her tight into his arms and lay back, pulling her on top of him. Her back curved deliciously under his hands and her skin was smooth and supple under his fingertips. He flicked his tongue across her moist lips before sliding it into her mouth to grate gently against her teeth.

Charlie moaned into Donatello’s mouth. She still couldn’t believe how quickly he was able to figure her body out. She let her legs slide apart so she was straddling him, and her hands slipped under the edge of his plastron, stroking the sensitive flesh. Don squirmed underneath her, enjoying the shivers she was sending through his body. She slid a few inches down his body and licked slowly along the grooves of his chest plates.

“Charlie…” he breathed, loving how good it felt to be touched there. It didn’t feel particularly erotic, but he never got touched like that unless he did it to himself. Speaking of which, he’d have to see if he could get her to touch herself for him sometime. Charlie slid further down his body and began to massage his thighs with firm, circular strokes.

Don felt like a cad. He’d wanted to declare his love but she obviously thought that he wanted to be sucked off. He knew he should reach down and stop her as she boldly reached between his legs and traced her fingers along the bottom of his balls, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He felt like he’d been dying of dehydration in a desert all his life, and then Charlie had appeared like an oasis. He let his heavy dick drop down into her hand. Don had never had a girl to touch and to touch him before and he just couldn’t make her stop.

Charlie’s hot, wet mouth closed around him, and he arched up against her as she slid her soft lips slowly down his length. Her hand closed around the base of his shaft and she began pumping him firmly as her tongue and lips worked over the round head.

Don shut his eyes and ran his fingers over her shoulders and through her hair. Her other hand began to stroke his tail and he was sure that he was going to die from the pleasure. His heart pounded painfully in his chest and he gasped for air - he was going to come - hard.

Then all of a sudden, her hands and mouth were gone. Don opened his eyes, still panting hard. Charlie stood over him, smiling. Her pyjama bottoms were gone and he could see the wet shimmer between her legs. Don tried to sit up, but she put her palm on his chest and pushed him back. She straddled him and licked her lips as she reached down and guided his weeping cock to her soaked core. Don’s breath caught in his throat and his heart skipped a beat as he realised what she was going to do.

Charlie sank slowly down on Don’s huge dick, breathing heavily as he stretched her. She was so wet that he slid in fairly easily and she trembled slightly as she took the last inch of him in. She smiled at him and leaned down to kiss him. Don wrapped his arms around her, enjoying how her body relaxed against him as he did. His big hands slipped down to cup her ass and she began to rock against him.

Charlie sat up and put her hands on chest for leverage and began to fuck him in earnest. She lifted herself up and down, impaling herself on him again and again. Don caught on quickly and started to rock his hips up to meet hers. Her breasts jiggled and bounced and he reached up to cup them, thrilled at how the weight of them shifted as she moved.

“Donnie…” she shuddered as he stroked her nipples with his leathery fingers. Her right hand left his chest and moved between her legs. Don was sure his eyes were bugging out as he watched her rub herself. The sight of his dick moving in and out of her, coupled with the brazen view of her fingers flicking over her clit were his undoing.

“Fuck!” he gasped as he thrust hard into her and came. Charlie’s pussy clenched hard around him a moment later and she fell forward onto his plastron. Don wrapped his arms around her again, and slowly pumped into her a few more times until his dick began to soften.

“Sorry, baby,” he whispered against her hair. “I couldn’t help it.” He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“That’s ok, Donnie,” she mumbled against him. “I didn’t last long, either” she giggled and fingered the ends of his mask. “I like this,” she whispered, stroking it. Don smiled at her and leaned into kiss her. His eyes fell on her alarm clock.

“Charlie - you’re going to be late!”

Charlie lifted her head to look too. “Shit!” she said, jumping off the bed. She flew into the bathroom and turned the shower on. The only thing worse than being late for work was being late and smelling like sex.

When she emerged three and a half minutes later, wrapped in a towel, her bed was made and the tray was gone. She heard Donatello washing the dishes out in the kitchen. She must have run right by him.

Charlie yanked open her dresser drawer, and pulled on the first pair of panties she saw. She grabbed her bra from the night before off the floor, pulled it on and grabbed a green blouse and a pair of brown pants from the closet. She threw her hair up into a bun, pulled her favourite boots on and ran out into the kitchen. Charlie grabbed her purse and jacket off the coat rack without slowing down and raced out the door.

She’d made it halfway down the hall before she remembered Donatello. He was waiting for her and swept her up into his arms as she burst back through the door. She kissed him thoroughly and when her toes touched the floor again, she looked into his soft eyes for a long moment. Something tightened in her chest and she opened her mouth.

Charlie choked down the words just in time, managing to say “See-ya later, Donnie,” instead. She hurried out the door and back down the hall, hardly able to believe that she’d nearly told him that she loved him.
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