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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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Mike slammed a big fist hard into the punching bag. He’d been pounding angrily away at it for a while now. He’d barely slept the night before after he’d walked her home. He’d gone back to the lair, paced for an hour, taken a cold shower, and gone to bed. His erection wouldn’t go away, so he’d jerked off just so he could sleep. He felt a little dirty, lying in bed, touching himself and dreaming of Donnie’s widow, but he couldn’t stop himself from doing it. He’d wanted her for so long and that kiss had driven him wild - who could fault him for having such strong desire for her? She was beautiful, smart, kind, fun... she hadn’t called him all day.
He drop-kicked the bag so hard that it flew up and hit the ceiling.
Raph had been in here with him earlier and Mike had told him every single detail about his date with Charlie. His brother was surprisingly okay with him going after Donnie’s girl. “Don wouldn’t want her to be lonely,” Raphael reasoned. “Besides, who would take better care of her than one of us?”
“What if she doesn’t want to go out with me?” Mike had said, while he wrestled with his brother, trying to work out the frustration that encased his heart.
“Then you leave it alone for a while and try again in six months,” Raphael grunted as he struggled with Mike. Leo was right - Mike had been spending way too much time working out. He was stronger than he’d ever been. “She might need more time to grieve, man,” he’d said, finally getting the orange turtle off-balance.
Mike left the abused punching bag along and grabbed his nunchucks from the low bench along the wall. He went quickly to the centre of the large mat and started going through his katas. The nunchucks made a loud, high-pitched ‘woo’ as he spun them around, faster than an eye could follow. Vicious kee-ais, ripped from his throat as he worked. He liked feeling the testosterone flooding his veins; it took his mind off of the pain in his heart; it was getting near suppertime and she hadn’t called to give him an answer.
“Maybe this is her answer,” he grumbled inwardly as he moved on to a harder exercise.
“Mikey?” a quiet voice said from the doorway.
Like lightening, Michelangelo spun around and stopped in a defensive pose with one nunchuck tucked under his arm and the other bundled in an outstretched hand. The snarl vanished from his face almost instantly as he saw who it was.
“Charlie?” he said, his voice thick and gravelly from all the testosterone. His heart soared at the sight of her. At least she wasn’t avoiding him. “Hey, babe. What’s up?” He smiled at her as he tucked his weapons into his belt and walked to the dojo door, leaving a trail of sweat droplets behind him.
“Wow,” Charlie smiled, almost shyly. “You were really working hard. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you go at it like that before, not even when you’ve been fighting.”
Mike cocked his head to one side as he looked at her. She had a pretty sweater on with a flowery pattern on it and the blue capris she wore when it was hot out. “Yeah, well,” he shrugged. “I told you I had ways of trying to get my mind off you.”
Charlie blinked in surprise. “You were putting yourself through that to stop thinking about me?”
“Yeah,” Mike nodded. “It never works, though.” His voice softened to match his eyes, but it still sounded deep and dangerous. “How long have you been here?” he asked.
“Long enough to see you beat the shit out of the punching bag,” she grimaced.
Mike laughed and more sweat dripped from him. “Yeah, I know you like a tough guy,” he said. Charlie blushed; it was true. The mirth faded from Michelangelo’s eyes and he looked steadily at her for a long moment. “So what’s the verdict?” he asked.
Charlie walked farther into the dojo and sat on the long bench. She wrapped her arms around herself and looked up at him. “What happens if I say no?” she asked.
Mike’s shoulders dropped and he walked over to the punching bag that was still swinging from his earlier kick. He steadied it, then slammed his fist into it so hard that the chain shook. Charlie jumped in surprise at the sudden violent outburst. If that bag had been a person, they’d be dead. “If you say no, then I spend the next six months in here before I take another shot at you,” he said, steadying the bag again. He sat on the floor and started stretching his muscles out so he wouldn’t get cramps after his workout.
“You won’t be able to fit through the window if you get any bigger,” Charlie said, only half-jokingly.
“Then I’ll use the door,” Mike smiled. “This isn’t a passing fancy, babe. I really do love you.”
Charlie felt the back of her neck warming. “So what happens if I say yes?” she asked, as she watched his muscles flexing.
Mike eyed her as he spread his legs into the splits to work out his hamstrings. He rolled into a handstand and hopped to his feet. Charlie always liked it when they tried to impress her with acrobatics. “If you say yes, then I’ll be happier than you’ve ever seen me,” he said. He picked up a couple of barbells and replaced them in their holders on the wall.
“That’s not what I mean,” Charlie said. “I mean, what actually happens?”
Mike grabbed a towel and started to wipe his sweat off the weight machine so Leo wouldn’t kill him in the morning. “You should really be asking me that kind of question when I’m not so pumped up with hormones,” he said, making her blush at his implication. “But seriously, I wouldn’t expect you to jump in my arms and marry me or anything. I’d want you to be my girlfriend and let me take you out on dates. I wouldn’t try to get you into my bed... not right away anyway... but I’d want to sweep you off your feet and kiss your breath away.” Mike walked over to her and squatted down in front of her, taking her hands in his. He stroked his thumb over her wedding ring. “And I would never, ever, EVER ask you to take this off.”
“Oh, Mikey,” Charlie sniffled, looking down at his big hands.
Michelangelo looked at her sadly for a long moment before leaning forward to gently kiss her forehead. Her head was still tipped down so she couldn’t see how wet his eyes were. “I’ll hit on you again in six months,” he whispered before standing up.
“Mikey,” Charlie’s voice caught in her throat as he walked away. He couldn’t hear her.
“I need a shower,” Mike said. “There are a bunch of frozen pizzas in the freezer if you want to put one on. We can watch the new Simpsons episode.”
“Mikey,” Charlie squeaked again, standing quickly. This time he heard her. Michelangelo turned around just in time to catch her as she ran to him and flung herself into his arms, crying.
“Hey,” he said, gently, still surprised. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Don’t cry. Old Mikey’s alright. Don’t be sad for me, babe. I’m no quitter.” He wrapped his big arms around her and snuggled her in close, rocking her in his arms. What the hell had just happened?
“I don’t know what I want,” she choked, hugging him tightly.
“I do,” Mike sighed. “You want Donnie... babe, if I could trade places with him, I would. I’ve prayed to God so many times to let me switch places with him so you could stop being so sad.” He nuzzled the top of her head before he could stop himself.
“I liked kissing you,” Charlie whispered. “I liked going on a date with you and I like how this feels.”
“But you feel like you’re cheating,” Mike sighed. He bent down and scooped her up in his arms and carried her into Donnie’s old room. The shelves were mostly empty in there now, but his purple blanket was still on the bed and a box of broken bugs was on his chair. He set her down on the bed and passed her a box of Kleenex as he sat down next to her. He put his big arm around her shoulders and dried her eyes. “I cry in here when I miss him,” Mike said, resting his chin on her head. They sat there together until her sobs died away.
“I’m sorry, Mikey,” Charlie sniffled.
“It’s okay, baby,” he smiled. “But I hope this proves a point. You said no and you didn’t loose your best friend.”
“I do have feelings for you, Mikey,” Charlie said. “I’m just not ready yet... but I think I will be someday.”
“I can wait,” Mike smiled, a little sadly. “For you, I could wait a lifetime and it’d be worth it.”
Charlie dabbed her eyes dry again and stretched up as high as she could. She brushed her lips against his for a moment, then pressed a deep kiss against him, flicking her tongue against his for a moment before pulling away. She smiled at him and stood up. “You go and have your shower. I’m going to put the pizza on.” She checked her watch and scurried out of the room. “You’ve got fifteen minutes until the Simpsons start!” she called over her shoulder.
Charlie made it all the way to the kitchen before she realized that her cheeks were still wet with tears. It took her another moment before she realized they weren't hers.
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