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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 climbed out of the van and stretched her hands above her head. It had been years since she’d left the city - she’d forgotten how fresh and clean the country air was. The drive had taken nearly four hours, but it had been a lot of fun.

The orange turtle took her hand in his. “C’mon, Charlie!” Mike said, excitedly, nearly pulling her off of her feet. “I’ll show you where your room is.” He guided her into the old house and up the stairs. It wasn’t fancy inside, but the furniture looked comfortable and, other than a little dust, it was pretty clean. “Here,” he said, pushing open the last door on the left side of the hall. “April usually crashes in here, since it’s got it’s own bathroom.” Charlie stuck her head into the room.

“Oh, Mikey…” she whispered, suddenly feeling emotional. “It’s just like my old room that I had at Mom’s when I was a kid… the slanted ceiling, the flowery wallpaper, the cast-iron bed…”

Mike crossed his arms and leaned on the doorframe, trying to look nonchalant. Don had told him that Charlie’s mother had told her she couldn’t move back in after she’d run away, even though she was just a kid. Don said that her mother had Fed-exed Charlie a box of her stuff after she’d moved in with her grandfather, but that she’d never gotten most of her clothes, books, pictures, or even her childhood dolly. Mike watched as Charlie went to look out the window at the old barn and the swimming hole. She’d been so happy a minute ago, and now she was sad. How could her own parents treat her like that? Fuck, that pissed him off. He clenched his fists, understanding now, how Donnie felt. No one should ever make Charlie cry.

“C’mon, dudette” he said, trying to distract her. “I’ll show you the rest of the upstairs.” Charlie followed him out into the hall, hating herself for not keeping her emotions in check. Damn pms.

“Raphael and I sleep in here,” he said, opening the door across the hall. The small room had two single beds, one with a red blanket and one with an orange blanket. There was an old, padded chair in the corner which was home to a healthy collection of comics and novels by guys like Clive Cussler and Tom Clancy. A little table between the beds had a small lamp, a cd player and a few copies of Playboy. On the wall above that was poster of some nearly naked WWE female wrestlers.

Charlie cocked an eyebrow at Michelangelo. “Must be something Raph put up,” he grinned blushingly. He led her out and down the hall to the next room. “Have you noticed that everything’s colour-coded?” he asked with a smile.

“Yeah, even you guys are,” Charlie laughed, feeling better. Mike laughed with her, glad she wasn’t sad anymore.

“Well, it’s not cause we can’t share… it’s more cause we kinda took ownership of our colours. I’m proud of orange, as weird as that sounds. See, we all wore red masks and pads like Raph when we were little, but when we started to grow up and mature physically - the mental maturation is coming along more slowly,” he joked, “when we started to get bigger, Splinter was having a hard time telling us apart… especially Raph and Leo. Donnie got a little darker when we were about fifteen or so and I didn’t grow quite as tall as the rest of them. I’m about an inch and a half shorter.”

“I hadn’t noticed that you were,” Charlie said, noticing that the height thing seemed to bother him. “You’re my tough guy… you look pretty big to me.”

Mikey blushed and winked at her as pushed open the door. They’d saved each other’s lives and that made their friendship different than any other since they’d both proven that they’d face mortal danger for their friend.

Charlie looked around. Again, there were two single beds, one with a blue blanket and one with a purple blanket. There was a desk and chair at the opposite end of the room, with some more Clancy/Cussler type books stacked neatly between two bookends. Their bedside table had a clock radio and a lamp. On the wall were two framed Bruce Lee posters.

“All of Don’s gadget stuff is out in the barn,” Mike said, opening the window to let some fresh air in. He turned back to Charlie with a snicker. “And just cause these guys are too hoity-toity to leave dirty magazines lying around, doesn’t mean that they don’t have them.”

“Shut-up, Mikey!” Don laughed, reaching through the window to set his toolbox on the floor.

“What? It’s true,” Michelangelo grinned, holding the window up another few inches so Donatello could fit through.

Don rolled his eyes and punched him in his good arm and walked over to Charlie. Mike just laughed. “The dish fixed?”

“Should be. We should check the tv when we go downstairs, though.” He pressed his forehead against Charlie’s. “You having a good time?” he asked.

She smiled. His skin was warm from the hot sun. “Yeah, it’s great here, Donnie. Are you coming swimming?”

Don kissed her forehead and stepped back as he started peeling his pads off. “Of course!” he said, tossing them in a pile on his bed as they came off. Mike untied his bandana and chucked it on the desk.

“I’ll go put my suit on,” Charlie said, hurrying out of the room, as the boys removed the last of their pads.
Back in her new bedroom, she sat down heavily on the big bed and sighed. Don and Mike had just started stripping off in front of her. She knew she was being silly, after all, they were naked all the time, but still… she wondered if Don remembered when they’d talked about this a few weeks ago.

Charlie opened her bag and took out her suit. She pulled off her shirt and bra and put the bikini top on, double-knotting the strings so they wouldn’t accidentally come undone.

The only time she’d ever seen Don with no pads on was when they made love. It was a bit weird seeing him and his brothers walking around in broad daylight…naked.

Charlie finished undressing and tied the bottom of her bikini securely on. She pulled her hair up into a high ponytail, grabbed a towel, and checked her reflection in the mirror. She still couldn’t believe she’d bough this suit. Charlie giggled. Who was she to worry about the turtles being naked? After all, she was now nearly naked herself.

She rolled her eyes at her reflection and went downstairs.

Michelangelo was leaning over the back of the biggest of the two plaid couches, in all his naked glory, watching the screen fuzz in and out as Donatello fiddled with some wires behind the tv. “That’s better, but we’re still getting those horizontal lines,” Mike said, as the picture suddenly became clearer.

“Right, hang on,” Don said, his voice slightly muffled. “There, how’s that?”

“Whoa!”

“Whoa good, or whoa bad?”

“Whoa, pull your head out from the tv and look at your girlfriend.”

Don’s head appeared over the top of the tv. Charlie was standing at the bottom of the stairs in a dark blue, iridescent, string bikini that made her light skin look like a rich cream. Don’s scanned over her legs, smooth belly, and up to her collar bone. The suit made her eyes seem darker and deeper. She was blushing nervously, and the pink tinge went from the top of her forehead to the bottom of her cleavage.

Don’s head swam and he forgot all about the television. She was absolutely gorgeous. “Wow, Charlie,” he said, awestruck. His brain started to function again and he realised that she was nervous.

“I’m going swimming,” Mike said with a smile, leaving them alone.

Don walked steadily over to her, not breaking eye contact. He bent slightly, wrapped his well-muscled arms around her waist and lifted her up, so her feet hung a few inches off the ground. He was already half-hard in his shell.

Charlie put her arms around his neck as he kissed her deeply, gliding his warm tongue along hers and scraping it against her teeth. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the dining room, setting her on her feet. He kept kissing her and his calloused hands ran over every inch of her exposed back and belly until he finally hooked his thumbs under the edge of her bathing suit bottoms.

She grabbed his wrists, stopping him. “We can’t!” she whispered, horrified. “Not here, and not when they’re expecting us outside! They’ll know what we’re doing!”

“Leo and Raph are still out getting groceries, and Mike won’t come in,” Don smiled, his fingers teasing her skin under the edge of her waistband. “Besides,” he added, leaning in so his breath tickled her ear. “We’re not going to have sex.”

“We’re not?” Charlie asked, confused. “What are we going to do, then?” Don pulled the strings and her bottoms came off. How had he undone the double knots so fast? “Must be a ninja thing,” she mused. His hands slid around her to cup her bum and he lifted her up onto the bare table.

He kissed her hard as he stepped between her legs. “I’m going to eat you out until you come in my mouth,” he whispered against her ear. Charlie shuddered involuntarily and let him lie her down on the table. He sat down and propped her feet up on the arms of his chair.

Don leaned in and rubbed his cheek against the silky soft skin on the inside of her thigh. “You are so soft, sweetheart,” he whispered. His breath tickled her skin and she wiggled a bit. He’d never called her that before… he was being so gentle too in his touches, almost… loving. It made Charlie feel all warm and safe.

Don’s heart was pounding under his shell. He wanted to tell her that he loved her, but he didn’t want to do it when they were being intimate like this because he was worried that she’d think he just wanted sex. He lowered his face to her lips and breathed deeply. She smelled amazing - stronger than usual - and the scent invaded his brain and went down to his groin like a lightning bolt. He brushed her folds with his nose and smelled her again. “She must be ovulating,” he thought.

“Donnie, are you… smelling me?” Charlie asked, half-horrified and rather embarrassed. She tried to pull away, but he wrapped his big arms under her thighs and held her there.

“Mm-hm,” he said, dreamily. “You smell so good, Charlie… don’t push me away, I like it.”

Charlie rubbed her hands together nervously and looked down at him. He had his eyes closed and looked almost blissful. “Is this a turtle thing?” she asked.

Donatello’s eyes popped open and he looked at her. “I dunno,” he said. “Do human guys not enjoy this?”

Charlie shrugged. “I’ve never heard of a guy enjoying smelling around um… there… but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen, I guess.”

Don rubbed his nose into her folds, noting that she was getting nice and slick. “I think it might be a turtle thing,” he said. “When I get close to you, I can smell your pheromones… we can smell April too, when she’s ovulating. I’m pretty sure that you’re doing that now.”

“Can the guys smell me too?” Charlie said, slightly shocked. Her body trembled as he nuzzled her.

“Mike and Raph probably have, but Leo hasn’t been close to you today, so me probably hasn’t.” He pulled back to smile sweetly at her. “Don’t be shy… we don’t think it’s gross. It’s the opposite, actually. It smells better than any perfume… it’s like a drug to me right now. It’s turning me on so much, but it’s making me feel other things too.” He dipped his head and licked firmly from her opening up to her clit. He swirled his big tongue around it and she bucked and shook against him.

“O-other things?” she said, shakily, as he massaged her with his mouth. “Like what?”

He went back to nuzzling her. “Protectiveness, gentleness…” he trailed off and licked her again. He’d nearly said love. “I’d do anything for you,” he whispered against her, as he traced her silky opening with a big finger. His mouth closed around her sensitive nub and he swirled his tongue around it, applying more pressure as his finger started to slip inside.

Charlie moaned quietly and covered her mouth with her hand. She braced her feet on the arms of the chair and ground up against him, her embarrassment fading as her pleasure grew. When she felt his finger slide all the way inside her, she mewled lightly as she felt herself being stretched. It all felt so good.

Don started moving his finger around, trying to find the right spot that he’d read about. A deep, throaty sound escaped her and he knew he’d pressed the right spot. It was spongy and slightly bumpy and he pressed and rubbed it in gentle but firm circles. Her hands that had been stroking his head and squeezing his biceps fell limp for a moment, then she suddenly arched against him.

Don’s mouth was suddenly wetter as the extra juices flowed from her. He let them cover his cheeks and chin, never moving his mouth from her clit or his finger from her g-spot, keeping her high, prolonging her pleasure. Charlie’s head rolled back and forth and her hands slapped down over her mouth to keep any sound from escaping. Finally though, the feelings got too intense and she reached down and pushed him away.

Don grinned and picked up her bikini bottoms, then scooped his girlfriend up in his well-defined arms and carried her upstairs to the bathroom. Charlie snuggled into him, feeling very sleepy. Neither of them said anything, but she tilted her head up and kissed his jaw line.

He set her down on the laundry hamper and turned on the tap to wash his face and hands. Then he wet a face cloth with warm water and reached for her hand, helping her to stand. Donatello kissed her softly and placed the cloth between her legs. The heat felt good and she sighed into his mouth as he started to wash the drying juices from her folds and inner thighs.

“You were really wet,” he whispered, feeling rather pleased with himself.

“See what you do to me?” she teased. Don pressed his forehead against hers for a long moment and they looked into each other’s eyes.

“Charlie,” he whispered. “You are so precious to me. I really would do anything for you.”

She put her arms around his neck. “Donnie,” she whispered back, “I’m fall-”

The van honked loudly outside. Leo and Raph were back with the groceries.

“I’ll go and help them,” Don sighed, reluctantly stepping away from her. “Then let’s go for a swim, okay?” He kissed her again and darted out of the bathroom.

“-ing in love with you,” Charlie finished in a whisper to the empty room.
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