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The Challenge	By : srmatlock Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 6154 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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'A quiet night alone at last.' Splinter eased into the hot water and rested his head against the bath pillow. His shoulders were aching. The water immediately started soothing him. His eyes closed and he started thinking of his sons out on their own. He knew they would be safe. He wasn't worried about their skill either. His main concern and the reason for the excursion he sent them on was to bring them closer as a team. Raphael and Leonardo had many issues that needed resolving. Michaelangelo and Donatello did as well. Lately, it had seemed that Donatello had been growing weary of Michaelangelo's somewhat childish antics and had grown short with him on occasion. He hoped this time away from the others would help all of them to settle their differences.

The hot water eased his mind as well as his aching muscles. Minutes turned into half an hour as he relaxed. He felt himself growing sleepy and mentally shook himself. Casey had went to retrieve April and would be back soon. He certainly didn't want them to discover that he was so lax as to fall asleep in the tub. He quickly washed his body and rinsed himself. He stepped out of the tub and sighed as he watched the water drain away. Baths were his one luxury and he hated that they were over so quickly. He applied the leave-in conditioner that April insisted he use before blowdrying and brushing his fur. He was tying his robe when he heard the crunch of gravel outside. He stepped closer to the door and his ears twitched as he strained to hear. He wanted to make sure it was Casey's truck that had arrived.

He heard Casey's voice first, "I told you, April, I've tried."

"I think you need to try harder, Casey," April's voice rang out, her frustration clearly evident.
Splinter sighed. It always upset him when they argued.

"Well, I can't do anything else. I've applied everywhere I can think of." Casey's voice was louder now as they walked closer to the porch.

"Let me call my friend from high school. I think he can probably get you an opening..."

"No, I'm not going to take a handout from your ex-boyfriend," Casey interrupted her.

"Well, what if..."

"No, April, end of discussion. Damnit, I'm tired of talking about it with you." Casey said forcefully.

Splinter stood in the doorway of the bathroom, hesitant to move away in case his assistance was necessary. This argument about Casey's lack of employment had been brought up many times before, each time leading to a tense confrontation. 'Kids,' Splinter shook his head, knowing that his wish for a peaceful evening with his human friends had now been jeopardized.

His ears perked up again at the sound of footsteps leaving the porch and the door of the truck slamming. He slowly walked to the door of the farmhouse. He stepped out onto the porch and noticed the lone figure sitting on the swing. He stepped over silently and sat down on the vacant side.

"April, my dear, are you all right?" He asked her, his concern evident.

She noticeably tensed and sniffed, "Yes, I'll be fine. He's just such a child sometimes."

"All men act like children at some point in their lives."

April looked up at him, "You don't."

He regarded her solemnly, not entirely sure how to respond. "Perhaps you should not think of me as a man."

April blushed and Splinter belatedly realized how personal that comment might have seemed. "I don't know what else you would have me think of you as," was her soft reply.

Splinter chose not to respond to that and instead tried gently to lead the conversation elsewhere. "Would you like something to drink? I have fresh tea made."

April smiled at him, "Thank you, that would be wonderful."

Fifteen minutes later, they were sitting together on the living room couch when April noticed Splinter's stiff shoulder. "Splinter, are you okay? You haven't injured youself, have you?" She asked as she gestured to his shoulder.

Splinter shrugged, unable to stop the wince that graced his features, "It is nothing to worry over. Merely an old injury that has started aching again."

April immediately stood up and moved around behind the couch, placing her hands on his shoulders, "May I?" She asked shyly.

Splinter's nod was almost imperceptible. He tensed as April's fingers settled into his muscles, then relaxed as they started to move. His head leaned back against the couch and his arms fell loosely to his side. 'This feels more soothing than my bath,' he thought to himself. April's hands moved like magic, kneading into his painful shoulders and biceps.

"Your coat is so soft, Splinter. You've been using the conditioner I gave you. It smells good too." Her voice was right behind his right shoulder. He felt her breath on his neck. 'Perhaps this masage has lasted long enough,' Splinter thought, allowing a small crease of worry to mar his forehead. He tensed as April's hands started traveling over the front of his shoulders and down the upper part of his chest. Alarms were going off in his head. He had begun to develop an ache in his body other than at his shoulder.

"Relax," she whispered to him.

Splinter jumped up off the couch, dislodging her hands. "April, I apologize, but there is something I must do." He noticed the moisture start to develop in her eyes and chided himself at his curtness. "Forgive me for being so abrupt, April," he allowed his voice to soften. "This is surely not a good situation for us to be in," he explained.

April gestured at his shoulder, "I was only trying to help. I'm sorry."

Splinter blushed, thinking perhaps he had misread April's intentions. 'Why would she have anything more personal on her mind?' He watched as she resolutely sat down on the couch, crossing her arms over her chest. "April, again, it seems as though I must apologize." He moved to sit beside her and placed an arm around her. She eagerly went into his embrace, the tears that had been threatening to fall all evening finally spilling over. He waited patiently as she cried. His hand on her back seemed to soothe her, so he made gentle circles on the flat of her back with his palm. Her cries finally subsided and she relaxed fully into him. He leaned back and looked into her soft relaxed features. She looked so calm and peaceful suddenly. Her eyes opened and she gazed right at him. He saw the confusion in their depths and wasn't sure he knew how to respond. He knew what she was making him feel at the moment. He knew he should not feel that way. What he did not know was how to explain those feelings to her and why he needed to leave immediately before those imaginings turned into something else. "April...," he began.

She cut him off with a finger pressed against his lips. "Shh, don't say anything," She told him.

He watched her as she leaned toward him. He was powerless to resist her pull. Her lips were soft. They brushed up against his mouth gently, tasting him. He felt her tongue press against his lips and opened them to let it slip in. Her tongue caressed his, sending pleasure down through his body. Her hands slipped inside his robe, softly caressing his chest. He felt her fingers burrowing into his fur. A fingernail flicked across his nipple and he unconsciously wrapped his arms tighter around her. Tingling jolts coursed through his body, leaving him in a state of agonized pleasure. He was becoming embarrassingly uncomfortable and was afraid April would notice his state of discomfort underneath the flimsy robe he had used to cover himself. Her hands were traveling lower down his chest. He gasped and pulled away from her, looking at the floor. He attempted to control his breathing. April's hands remained on his body and kept him from achieving any sort of calmness. She pushed the robe off his shoulders and let it pool around his lap. He looked up at her face and was amazed at her expression. He had never seen a look so intense before. 'Is that what lust looks like? Surely she does not lust after me. Is that the expression I have right now as well?'

April's hands moved to the bottom of her shirt and before he could look away, her shirt had been whisked over her head. At that point, he found that he couldn't look away. She smiled and placed his hand over one of her breasts. He glanced up at her, "April, I do not believe this is wise."

"I want you to," she whispered. "Please."

He realized that he would never be able to deny her anything. The fondness he had always had for her was suddenly eclipsed by a much stronger emotion, a primal urge that he had never felt before. His confusion must have shown because she started moving his hand across her breast, massaging it, "Like this," she told him.

Splinter's hand brushed across April's breast. His mind was a jumble of emotions. He had never thought to imagine that he would be engaged in this type of activity. He inhaled her scent, the sweet womanly perfume she wore and the musk of her body. April applied a little pressure to his hand and he pressed it harder into her. He was startled when he heard her moan. He looked up and saw that she had closed her eyes. Her lips were parted slightly, the tip of her tongue peeking through. Splinter groaned inwardly, knowing he should stop immediately. He moved to withdraw his hand and April's eyes fluttered open. She smiled, a shy but seductive smile and leaned close to him. Her lips brushed his muzzle. Once again, a jolt of sensation flew down his body. His eyes closed against his will and he felt her tongue trace across his lips.

"Let me in," she murmured against his mouth.

He parted his lips slightly and gasped as her tongue darted in and brushed across his. His mouth opened more and pushed against hers, sealing their lips together. Splinter felt April's small delicate hand tugging at the robe bunched around his waist. Her fingers brushed across his erection and he pulled away with an effort.

"April, I have never been with..."

"Shh, it's okay," April interrupted. "I'll teach you. Please, can I do that?"

Splinter did not know how to answer. Sitting in front of him was a young lady he would give his life to protect. He loved her almost as much as he loved his sons. How could he possibly consider engaging in a sexual act with her?

April must have been able to decipher his indecision; she made the choice for him. Reaching under his robe, she grasped his shaft as she leaned over to kiss him again. Splinter groaned against her lips. His hips lifted and pushed into her hand. Her stroking increased in intensity. Her other hand pushed the robe out of the way, letting it drop to the floor.

Splinter's hands roamed again over her body, pausing at the waistband of her jeans. He hesitated for a mere moment before undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. Her mouth left his as she leaned back to allow him to remove the jeans. Her arms stretched over head. He let his gaze roam slowly down as each inch of her body was revealed to him. His brow raised in interest as her lacy panties were revealed. He removed her shoes and slipped the jeans down off her legs and tossed them down to the floor to join his robe. His hands glided back up her legs, pausing at the edge of her panties. He glanced once up to her face and was assured by the look in her eyes.

Splinter's hands shook as he gently tugged on the underwear. He was excited but also a little afraid of what would be revealed. As he lowered the last of her clothing, he inhaled her sweet musky scent, the proof of her arousal. His long slender fingers dropped the panties on the floor and reached up to graze her pussy mound. They brushed across her soft curls and April arched up. Slowly, he trailed them down across the lips, watching her face to learn what she liked. He could tell by the small gasps she was making that his touch was pleasing her. His fingers delved between her folds, reaching far into her warm, wet depths. He longed to taste her, to know the sweetness of a woman, this woman. He moved down closer to her body stretching himself out on the couch. His tongue shyly licked at April's entrance. He heard her moan and assured himself once again that he was causing her to feel pleasure. Her fingers touched herself right above where his tongue was moving. He watched in interest as she rubbed a tiny nub. Her hips were moving up and down and grinding against his mouth, pushing his tongue deeper in her. He pushed a finger into her and felt her warm liquid trickle out; he eagerly lapped it up. His tongue replaced her fingers and he licked at her pleasure spot, while his finger rotated inside her. He looked up to watch her face and was again amazed by her simple beauty, especially now that she was in the midst of such passion. Her heavily lidded eyes were watching him, their color vibrant with emotion. Her mouth quivered as little sounds of pleasure escaped.

Splinter leaned over her, taking posession of her mouth again, wanting to feel her whimpers against his lips. April undulated underneath him, pushing herself up into his hands. She pushed his hands away from her lower body and placed the head of his cock at her entrance. Splinter felt an instinctual primitive urge take over. He thrust slowly into her and grunted softly in pleasure. Her body stretched to accomodate him and he sank himself deep within her. Her hands wound around his body. Her fingernails scraped across him and she gripped tight as he withdrew, then pushed against him to force him back in.

"Ahh, April," Splinter groaned against her mouth. Stabs of pleasure were pulsing through his body, centered around where he was joined with her. She grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her clitoris, showing him how to stimulate her. He felt a heady rush of satisfaction when she groaned aloud, gasping his name. Suddenly she stiffened, and pulled him deep within her. He felt her muscles clenching around him, her sheath becoming even tighter. Her fingernails dug into his fur and he heard her call out his name again. His orgasm pushed its way up and he collapsed against her as it erupted out of him.

He heard her sigh and pushed his body up off of her, gazing at her satisfied expression. He smiled down at her, knowing that she would be able to see his own delight plastered across his face. "April, I must tell you..."

"Don't say anything, Splinter. Just hold me. Let's not ruin the moment with words that have too much meaning."

He stretched out beside her on the couch and pulled her in an embrace. He wanted to tell her he loved her, but she was correct. They would never be able to enforce anything they felt for each other. Their worlds were much too different. He wrapped his arms around her, relaxed against her and let her warm body soothe him to sleep.
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