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Just Say Yes	By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 2527 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Ninja Turtles, nor am I making any money from this story. I'm just borrowing them for a while because they're lonely.

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“Mikey,” Charlie sighed as her chocolate mousse dissolved on her tongue. “I need to ask you something else.”

He propped his head in his hand and smiled at her, waiting to hear her question. She’d eaten everything he’d put on her plate and she she‘d relaxed enough to chat with him like they usually did, which made him glad. He’d been relaxing, too, and had even reached across the table to squeeze her hand as they’d talked. He wondered if she really understood that she wouldn’t lose their special friendship if she let herself fall for him.

“Did you mean what you said last night when you... when you asked me out?” she asked. Her fingers were playing with the hem of her dress, but she couldn’t seem to stop fidgeting.

“Yeah, babe, of course I did. I’d look totally hot with my toenails painted orange,” he deadpanned. It took years of ninja training to keep his cheeks from turning pink. He knew exactly what she meant, but she’d caught him way off guard.

Charlie rolled her eyes. “Not that,” she said. “I meant the other thing you said to me.”

Mike finished his dessert and set his dish and spoon back into the basket. “I said a lot of stuff,” he said, carefully. “You’ll have to be more specific... although, when I say something to you, I almost always mean it. You can always see right through me... If I didn’t mean something, you’d know as soon as the words were out of my mouth.”

Charlie’s eyes dropped down to his mouth for a fraction of a second. She looked quickly back to his eyes, but the sparkle there told her that he’d noticed. He raised an eyebrow slightly, but didn’t comment.

She let him take her empty dish and she sat back again to look at him. “So you really do... um...” it was too hard to say.

“Love you?” Mike asked, his voice husky. “Oh yes, Charlotte, I do love you.”

Charlie blushed so hard that she could feel the heat in her ears. Mike had never, ever, called her Charlotte, not once in all the years she’d known him. “How do you know?” she squeaked. She coughed to clear her throat. “I mean... what makes you so sure that you do?”

Mike laughed, but it wasn’t a happy laugh; it was dark and full of bitterness. He shook his head and the corners of his lips flickered into a rueful smile. Life was so unfair sometimes. Once, years ago, he’d asked Donnie what love was like. Don had told him that Charlie was the first thing on his mind in the morning and the last thing on his mind at night. He’d told Mike that her life and her happiness were more important to him than his own and that he’d do anything to protect her or to make her smile. That was how Michelangelo felt about Charlie now, but he couldn’t just parrot his brother’s words. No, he needed his own.

“The night we met, I watched you walk home from the grocery store from the rooftops. I was going home, too, but when I saw you, I changed direction. You had bought yourself a bouquet of white and yellow flowers and I thought that was the saddest thing in the world; a pretty girl who had to buy her own flowers.”
Charlie blinked in surprise. She’d forgotten all about those flowers, but he was right... she had bought them for herself that night. And tonight... Mike had brought her yellow and white flowers. Charlie sat up and looked at Mike; he was trying to go back to that night and send their relationship down the path it might have taken if Donnie hadn’t existed.

Mike shrugged. He could take a pretty good guess at what she was thinking. He would totally have taken a shot at her, but when he saw how well she and Donnie fit together... Mike sighed and wished or the millionth time that he’d died instead of Donnie... it wasn’t fair.

“When I say something funny and you laugh, it makes me feel so good that I can’t describe it, babe,” he said. “I wish I could spend the rest of my life making you laugh and bringing you flowers.” There. It wasn’t as beautiful as what Donnie had said, but then he didn’t read as much as Donnie had. He stood and folded the tablecloth. “But, like I said, after we go home tonight, I’m going to pretend that none of this ever happened. I’ll be up to you if you want to keep trying this.”

“What’s with the lettuce?” Charlie asked, as she looked into the basket.

Mike snickered and stuck the folded cloth in. “That’s for my special lady,” he grinned. Charlie looked so confused that Mike burst out laughing. “Not you, babe,” he said as he picked up the basket and took Charlie’s hand in his bigger one. “You got flowers. The lettuce is for my other girl.”

“Your other girl?” Charlie snapped, suddenly feeling jealous.

Mike turned to face her and leaned down so he could brush his cheek against hers. He’d promised he wouldn’t try to kiss her, but this was probably worse than a kiss... at least to him... he felt a little guilty, but the instinct was too strong to ignore. He buried his nose in her hair and she trembled as his breath flickered over her ear.

“You’ve always been my only girl,” he whispered. He pulled away before his scent glands marked her further.

Charlie didn’t know what to say as they walked on in silence. Donatello had explained that nuzzling motion to her years ago. From what she understood of it, Mike hadn’t left much of his scent on her; it would probably come off in the shower. But Donnie had rubbed his nose against her cheek several times a day to show his affection. He did it when they made love and when he kissed her good morning. He used to sneak up behind her and do it while she shelved books in the store... and he always did it when she was sick, angry, afraid, or upset. Donnie told her once that the turtle pat of him felt the urge to do it when something or someone was bothering her because, in nature, that would alert her aggressors that she had a strong mate who would defend her. Once he even did it before her meeting with the bank manager... not that the man could have smelled it.

She looked up at Mike who was watching her from the corner of his eye. “Sorry,” he said. “That was probably out of line, huh?”

Charlie squeezed his hand. “It’s okay,” she said quietly. “I miss that.”

As they walked by the pond in the centre of the square, Mike stopped, kneeled down, reached his fingers into the water and swirled them around. After a moment a small turtle popped to the surface and climbed onto his hand. He lifted her out of the water, set her on a flat rock, pulled the lettuce from the basket and set it out for her.

“I take it that you visit here fairly regularly,” Charlie smiled, kneeling down next to Mike.

“Yeah, she’s my pal,” he said. “I come to visit her about once a week. I can’t talk to her in words like I do with you, but I can understand what she’s thinking about. It’s kind of weird.” Mike looked down fondly at the little turtle.

“It’s not weird,” Charlie smiled, resting her hand on his shoulder. “Just interesting.” They watched for a minute as the little turtle munched on her snack. “What’s she thinking now?”

“She thinks the raisins are legless bugs,” Mike said. “She laid an egg today, too.” He reached out a big finger as the turtle finished the food and she nuzzled it, marking him.

“She’s sweet on me,” he said, shrugging sheepishly as she slipped back into the water.

“She’s not the only one,” Charlie said, before she could stop herself.

The ends of Mike’s orange mask whipped in the wind as his head snapped around to look Charlie in the eye. She jumped up and moved quickly away from him, not sure what to do. Everything had felt so right tonight. She was having fun with Mikey and he was making her feel things that she didn’t think she’d ever feel again. Ugh - why did she have to say that and ruin everything?

Michelangelo’s three-fingered hand gently closed around her forearm, stopping her from getting away. He pulled her back toward him and stroked her cheek with the back of his other hand. Could she hear how loudly his heart was banging against the inside of his shell? Fragile hope swelled up so violently in his chest that it hurt to breathe. He’d dreamed for so long of her saying something like that to him. He knew it would be snatched away in a minute, but it felt so good that he couldn’t bring himself back down to earth.

“Tell me to stop,” Michelangelo said, as his arms circled around Charlie’s waist. This was so wrong. It was too fast, but he needed to kiss her. He needed to taste her and feel her moan into his mouth. He could feel how overheated she was through the thin fabric. Her pulse pounded against his lips as he pressed them reverently to the sweet spot on the side of her neck. “Just say no and I’ll stop,” he whispered, pulling her against him.

Charlie’s hands felt their way up his well-muscled arms and she wound her fingers through the long ends of his bandana. Then his mouth was an inch from hers and she could feel his breath going inside her lungs. Her eyes fell closed and as soon as the lashes touched, his lips were on hers.

Mike’s lips were the only soft part of his body; everything else from his shell to his muscles was hard. He flicked his tongue across her lips and he stroked the tip of her tiny. pink tongue. Charlie’s pulse fluttered all across her body; he could feel it under his hands. She was so curvy, warm, and soft! Michelangelo had to fight the urge to let his hands roam over every inch of her, but he couldn‘t stop the hardening inside his shell. All those nights he’d spent, lying awake, dreaming about her... all those nights he’d spent with a girlfriend he didn’t like, making love in the dark so he could imagine that Paula was Charlie... he’d never had any desire to mark Paula.

When Charlie whimpered into his mouth and pressed herself tightly against him, he forced his mouth away from hers and rested their foreheads together.

“I love you, babe,” he breathed heavily. “You don’t have to say it back, but I love you... and I’m sorry I broke my promise.”

“Are you still going to pretend that this didn’t happen?” Charlie asked as he reluctantly stepped away. Her lips were wet and swollen and he wanted to kiss them hard and make love to her right there on the grass.

He nodded and swallowed hard before turning back to the basket. He knew it was going to be hell for him if she didn’t say yes, but he’d dug his own grave and he’d lie in it if he had to. He took her hand and walked back toward the manhole.
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