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Perseverance	By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 9920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Donatello moaned with pleasure as he ground himself into Charlie. She was so warm, wet, and wonderfully tight around him and it was driving him insane. He loved being this close to her, hearing her sweet voice say his name, feeling her soft hands touching his biceps, seeing her hair fanned out around her flushed face, and smelling the mix of flowery shampoo and pheromones that was unique to her.

He found that he actually really liked the missionary position, despite what he’d heard about people on tv saying about it being vanilla and boring. It let him kiss her lips, face, and neck, and he could also watch her face - he loved how she looked when she came for him. This position let them look into each other’s eyes and whisper soft, excited words of encouragement to each other.

He propped himself up on one elbow so that he could stroke a strong hand over the curve of her hip while still keeping his weight from crushing her. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, as her hands left his muscular arms and brushed over his head, threading the ends of his mask through her five, white fingers. “I love you,” he said, making love to her for the second time that night.

The turtles had spent another hour practicing with their bos. Even when they were children, Don had always gravitated toward the bo as his weapon of choice. It just felt right in his hands. Master Splinter had understood what he meant when he’d told him that years ago, but his brothers couldn’t understand it. To them, their weapons were much cooler and his was just a big stick.

He’d helped them adjust their stances and holds, and they’d worked on position changes, blocks, and attacks, and he had to admit that they’d actually improved. Slightly. He thought they were being ridiculous; he’d learned how to use their stupid weapons, why couldn’t they try to appreciate the beauty of the bo? Well, that wasn’t really fair... Mikey probably appreciated it a little, since his nun-chucks had the same continuous-motion principle behind them. At least they seemed to be trying. He sighed inwardly, feeling bad for being so hard on them about it. He didn’t care that they weren’t interested in being as good at it as him... it just bugged him that they couldn’t seem to find the grace, strength, and coordination that you needed to use one of those things.

He’d grumbled about it to Charlie afterwards, while they’d walked over to the barn in the dark so he could show her his workshop that she still hadn’t seen. She’d held his hand while he’d ranted about how they weren’t used to using a weapon with two ends - one of which you frequently couldn’t even see, thank you very much - and that he couldn’t understand why they had no interest in learning about the one weapon that they kept getting their asses kicked with.

He’d pushed open a small door in the side of the barn, still fuming and mumbling something about barbarians who could only hack and chop, and snapped on a light, revealing a dojo that was very much like the one back at the lair. There were weight machines and a treadmill along one wall and four big punching bags along another. The centre floor was padded with old, thin gym mats and an old living room chair was positioned next to them for Master Splinter to sit comfortably in. Don told her that they used this place in the winter and when it was raining, but that they liked to work outside when they could, since they didn’t get out much.

As he showed her around, Charlie could tell that Don was still mortally offended at his brothers’ lack of respect for the bo. His eyes were dark and although he was being his usual sweet self with her, she knew him well enough to know that he was masking some grumpiness.

“Show me,” she said, finally, looking up at him.

“Show you what?” he said, confused.

“Show me what you can do with your bo. I want to see it the way you do.”

“Really?” he said, touched. “Are you sure? I mean... I don’t want to bore you with it,” he said, a little unsure. Charlie stood up on tiptoes and kissed his nose before going to sit on the edge of Splinter’s chair where she’d be out of the way. Donatello had the same funny look on his face that she couldn’t ever quite place.

“Show me,” she repeated. Don smiled and went to a corner where a few dusty practice bos rested. He picked one up and walked to the centre of the dojo, standing up straight for a moment before bowing crisply forward and dropping into an attack position.

He went through the most advanced kata set he knew, spinning the bo in great, graceful arcs, while he fought off invisible enemies. Occasionally, he would jab and strike, barking a deep-throated, “Hai!” as he landed a death-blow to his ghostly attackers who never were. His bow made loud thuds as it smacked against his shell when he caught it under an arm to stop the momentum, before sending it twirling again, and when he leaped and flipped fluidly in the air, he landed almost silently on the ground, like a cat. He was so familiar with each block and strike that he flew through it and finished in under a minute, before standing and bowing to the front.

The routine had burned off his frustration for his brothers and he felt better as he looked back at his girlfriend. His heart caught in his throat - her eyes were wet. He hurried over to her and dropped down onto his knees in front of her, taking her hands in his.

“Charlie, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice full of concern. She shook her head and smiled, stroking a soft hand along his dark cheek. She had watched Don spar with his brothers and work through exercises with them, but she had never seen him work as a lone ninja, free to move with the air, muscles stretching, mask ends flowing. His kata had been as smooth as their dance, earlier that evening, and his strength and skill had impressed her beyond words.

“You’re right,” she whispered, reverently. “It is beautiful.”

Don’s heart hitched a little and he felt something new as he looked at Charlie. It was like the excited tingling feeling that he got when he’d first met her, and every time they made love, but he didn’t know what it was exactly. There was something about her that seemed familiar when he felt like this. It was a bit like catching a glimpse of an old photograph and thinking that the person in it might be someone you used to know.

“Thank you,” he said. “I know you mean it and that means a lot to me.” He kissed her softly for a long moment. “Come on,” he said, hoping up. “Let me show you my workshop!” Charlie took his hand and followed him as he led her to the back of the barn and up an old creaky staircase to the spacious loft. At the top of the stairs, he guided her hand to the railing in the pitch-black. “Stay here. I’ll get the light,” he said, and she felt his warmth move away.

Charlie peered through the darkness as Don moved across the room, knowing from years of experience exactly where everything was. “I really should move the switch,” he said. “It wouldn’t be hard to do, but since no one else ever usually comes up here but me, I guess I just haven’t bothered.” He flicked the switch and nothing happened. She could hear him flick it a couple more times somewhere straight ahead of her.

“The bulb must be shot,” she said, trying to find his shape in the dark - it was a bit creepy up here and she hoped that there weren’t any critters around.

“I think it’s the fuse,” he said, grabbing a spare one from a box on his work table, going by feel alone. He’d left his flashlight, stars, and shell cell behind in his rush to get away with his girlfriend. “Most of the original ones have already blown out, but there’s still a couple left. I’ve been replacing them as I need to... waste not, want not, y’know?

“Yeah,” she said, listening to his movements absently, as she stared at the nothingness. Then she saw it - two small glowing eyes in the corner. She gasped and watched in terror as they rose up several inches and started to move toward Don.

“You okay?” he asked, pulling the old fuse out and clicking the new one in place.

“I think there’s a raccoon over there,” she said, sounding frightened. She hoped it didn’t have rabies.

“A raccoon?” he said, sounding very surprised. He turned to look, not really expecting to see anything in the dark. He saw the glowing eyes too and chuckled. “Oh!” he said, “That’s just Ernie. Hang on a sec.” He flicked the switch again and the room filled with light.

Charlie’s eyes took a moment to adjust to the light, and she searched for the animal, but all she could see was a coffee machine on wheels with two glowing eyes, rolling across the floor to Don. Charlie left the railing and walked carefully over to her boyfriend, not trusting the coffee pot.

“This is Ernie,” Don said, taking her hand in his bigger one. “He’s part broken remote control car, part coffee machine, and he’s voice activated like those bugs in my room.”

“You built a robot?” Charlie gasped, amazed. She got down on her knees to look at Ernie as he came to a stop near Don’s feet. “Donnie... wow!”

Don blushed shyly and squatted down next to her. “Well, he’s nothing fancy. He doesn’t compute anything or even light up. He’s just designed to follow me around with a pot of tea or coffee. I fill him with hot chocolate when it’s cold. I was feeling kind of lazy one day and thought that it’d be neat not to have to go pour anything. His eyes are really motion detectors so he can find me.” He reached around behind Ernie and opened a little door that kept an old NY Islanders mug. “I don’t even have to find a cup.”

“Donnie, this is amazing!” Charlie said, feeling proud of him and amazed all at once. “You’re so smart! Wow... I wish I had one of these at the store to follow me around. That’d be so cool!”

Don stood and leaned against the counter, looking down at his girlfriend and his glorified coffee pot, loving how she stroked his ego. “Thanks,” he said, modestly. “I called him Ernie, cause he has a short, fat head like Ernie from Sesame Street.”

Charlie was still looking Ernie over. “What’s with all the dents?” she asked, looking up at Donatello.

He sighed and reached for her hand to pull her up. “Raphael happened to him. We were playing road hockey last fall and I had him set up to bring hot chocolate out to us; he has a little wagon for extra cups.”

“Aww,” Charlie said. “I’ll bet that’s cute!”

“Yeah, I thought so,” Don said, feeling himself blushing again. How did she make him do that so much? “Anyway,” he said, “a certain turtle with a red bandana thought it would be a good laugh to shoot the puck at him. Repeatedly.”

Charlie snorted. “Jerk,” she said.

“Yeah, I was pretty ticked off about it, but Ernie’s a trooper. He survived.” He squeezed Charlie’s hand. “C’mon, I’ll show you my nerdy stuff.”

They both burst out laughing and she looked around and took the room in properly.

The loft was fairly large, tucked in underneath the old barn rafters. Don had several old tables lined up and there were bits and pieces of engines on them with several toolboxes and a number of cardboard boxes with circuit boards, wires and other treasures stored in them. The far end of the loft had a big old couch about ten feet out from the wall, facing the wrong way. Don took her around the room, explaining the different projects he was working on in his spare time and showing her inside some of the storage bins along a wall. He had a bookshelf up here too, with a few how-to books and some novels. There were a couple of old tvs and a microwave, and even an antique radio, perched on a small side table.

“This is the first time I’ve ever been out to the farm where I haven’t spent three-quarters of my time up here, working on stuff or reading,” he said, turning a knob on the wooden radio. It crackled and hissed and then an oldies radio station came in over the am waves. “I love my brothers a lot, but... I dunno... I always seem to wind up here, feeling lonely.” He led Charlie over to the couch and sat her down, passing her another old afghan to drape over her knees. “I know that’s weird, feeling lonely when there are three other people around for me to spend time with. More if Splinter, April, or Casey are around.”

“It’s not weird,” she said, watching as he went to the nearest wall and flicked the lights off. “I’ve turned down Lisa lots of times when she’s asked me to go clubbing with her. I’d rather be home, feeling lonely.... yeah, maybe it is kinda weird,” she laughed. There was a second click in the dark and a string of white Christmas lights lit up by the ceiling, casting a gentle, fairy-like glow over the room. Ernie rolled over to Don and bumped into his ankle. Don gave the coffee pot a small, affectionate smile as he leaned a muscular shoulder casually against the wall.

“Maybe we were just lonely for a different kind of company,” he said softly, still looking at Ernie.

Charlie leaned back against the arm of the couch and tucked her feet up. She felt a bit sleepy after her big day. “What kind of company were you lonely for?” she asked coyly, knowing full-well what he meant.

He grinned at her and flicked another switch. “Yours,” he said, as a loud motor started up and the wall in front of Charlie, that was actually the big loft door, slowly lowered itself down to reveal the most beautiful skyline Charlie had ever seen. Ten feet in front of the couch was a huge expanse of blue-black sky that was filled with a million stars and a brilliant thumb-nail moon.

Don sat down on the other end of the couch as Charlie admired the view in awe. He thought that the view was spectacular too, but he was thinking of a different view than she was. The Christmas lights made her skin glow and her hair and eyes shine. Her dress had risen up and he could see the soft skin on her lower thigh. Charlie caught Don looking at her and she blushed and scooted over to curl up in his open arms.

“This place is perfect, Donatello,” she whispered against his neck as she curled her fingers into the sensitive top edge of his plastron. “The lights, the radio, the view, you... everything is so perfect.”

He laughed gently against her hair and she felt the vibrations go through his shell. “I’m not perfect,” he said, gently.

She wiggled a little closer to him and whispered into his tiny ear, “You’re prefect for me,” before pressing her soft lips against his cheek. He shut his eyes, enjoying her nearness, before turning to capture her mouth in his in a breath-stealing kiss.

“You fill a huge void in my life,” he said, putting his big hands around her small waist and lifting her easily into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and threaded her fingers through his bandana strings while he stroked her hair and cheek. “You make me feel whole,” he said, voice tightening with emotion.

She stroked his face with one hand like he was doing to her and he turned his head slightly to rest his dark green cheek in her soft palm. “You have a beautiful soul, Donnie, she breathed into his mouth, leaning in to kiss him. “I love you.”

Donatello covered the hand that rested on his cheek with his and brought it to his lips to press a firm kiss into her palm. Then somehow they were kissing each other in a quiet frenzy, tasting each other’s warm tongues. Charlie nibbled his bottom lip and Don felt himself starting to harden in his shell. For the first time since he’d met her, he didn’t feel like he needed to hide his desire for her. He shifted under her and spread his legs a bit to ease the growing pressure.

Charlie signed into his mouth as he cupped her backside and started to stroke his hands up and down her back and sides, then down her thighs. Her dress bunched in his hand and was dragged higher up her legs as he stroked his way up her body, past her stomach to cup her breasts. He massaged one gently, rubbing his rough thumb over the thin cloth that covered her nipple as she devoured his mouth. She squirmed in his lap and whimpered in response. A little rumble of pleasure escaped his throat when she started to touch the sensitive skin under the edge of his plastron and when she dipped her head down to place a firm lick where her fingers had been, the churl started in his throat and he pushed the thin straps of her dress down off her shoulders so he could get to her soft, curvy breasts.

Much to his surprise and delight, the dress had a padded area built in it to support her chest, so she wasn’t wearing a bra. He had been worrying a little about how he would get those stupid tiny clips undone without dampening the fire that burned between them.

When he sucked one of her tiny pink nipples into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, she moaned loudly and tipped her head back, arching her whole naked upper body in front of him. Her hair spilled down her back and her eyes closed as he pleasured her. His land slipped up between her creamy thighs and stroked her gently with his thick fingers through her damp panties. She tipped back in his lap, her head resting in the crook of his elbow, while he sucked eagerly at her breasts and fingered her.

Charlie wound his bandana through her fingers again, reveling in the silkiness of it. The vibrations of his churl were going right through her nipple and the feeling of his finger slipping gently under the elastic of her lacy underwear, pulling them aside was making her go crazy. She writhed in his arms, as he brushed a rough finger over her opening and when he slipped it deeply inside her dripping sex, she let out a deep groan that she thought made her sound like an animal.

Underneath her backside, she felt Don release himself from his shell, and she wiggled a little, enjoying the hard, meaty length of him, burning warm through her dress. Don growled into her mouth and he dragged his finger up to her clit, circling it a few times before he started rubbing it. She bucked under him, her legs trembling as she wiggled in his lap.

“Oh Donnie, I want you,” she gasped, trying to sit up. He held her tight and switched nipples with a chuckle.

“I want to make you cum first,” he said, giving it a not-so-gentle nip. She yelped under him and he pulled his hand away for a moment so that he could hook his fingers under her waist band and pull the soaking panties off her legs. He cupped her sex in his warm hand, then slipped a thick finger back inside her while he went back to circling her clit with his thumb. Charlie nearly screamed, and when he slowly slipped the second finger gently in, thrusting firmly in and out of her, brushing the spongy place inside of her, she did.

Charlie came hard and her juices ran over Don’s hand to his wrist. He lifted his mouth from her breast and sat back to give her some breathing room while she recovered. She breathed heavily for a few minutes, while he grinned at her, feeling very pleased with himself while he drew absent circles on her hip with his thumb. She stood and quickly shed her dress, letting it fall past her hips in a pool on the floor, before straddling him and rubbing her wet throbbing heat against his erection.

Don grabbed her hips hard and held her still, while he pressed his forehead between her breasts and breathed carefully.

“You okay, baby?” she asked, still trying to wiggle. His hands held her still.

He nodded and swallowed hard. “Yeah... I just... I just nearly came, and I don’t want to yet.” He looked down between their bodies; she was dripping on him and he loved it. “That was really hot, what you just did,” he said, grinning.

Charlie giggled and grinned back. “Want me to do it again, handsome?” she teased. He took a deep breath and loosened his grip on her hips. Charlie looked him straight in the eyes and slowly started to rub herself against his rock-hard dick, letting her moisture run down over his soft, leathery balls. She couldn’t help being as wet as she was; Donatello turned her on more than any other man ever had.

Donatello was breathing more heavily than when he’d been practicing with his brothers. “Charlie, please,” he panted. “I want to be inside you.”

“Are you sure?” she teased, not giving him what he wanted.

“Yes!” he cried, stroking his hands up and down her thighs. She smiled and reached down to hold him at his thick base so she could guide him to her slick entrance. It nearly killed Donatello, wanting to thrust up hard into her and knowing that he couldn’t in case he hurt her. Charlie breathed carefully, lifting herself up and down, taking him in a little at a time, until she sat on his thighs, thoroughly impaled on him.

Slowly, she rose up and down on her knees, filling herself again and again with his length. Charlie gripped Don’s shell by his shoulder for balance with one hand; her other went down between them to pleasure herself.

Don took a deep, fortifying breath, willing himself not to come. When she touched herself in front of him like that, it drove him berserk with desire for her. Sometimes, when he lay alone at night in his bed in the lair, he fantasized about her touching herself, only in his fantasy, she was lying on crisp white sheets scattered with cool, silky, purple flower petals and wearing purple thigh-high stockings. He stroked her jiggling breasts and wondered if it would be too much to ask her to wear some for him someday.

Charlie started to bounce up and down in his lap, speeding his thrusts up considerably. He wrapped both arms around her and cupped her bum to help her move. She was still touching herself and was breathing hard now, her perky breasts bumping against his nose as she moved.

“You feel so great,” he choked, feeling paralyzed by pleasure. “Can you come again?” Charlie nodded and gripped his shell tighter in response. A moment later, her knees seized up and she buckled forward against his chest, hot and sweating. This time, she came silently, shaking hard. When she’d finished, she collapsed against his chest, truly tired this time.

The smell of her pheromones was thick in the air around then and it made Don feel like he was in an opium den, stoned out of his shell. He stroked her damp back lovingly, then he wrapped his strong arms around her little waist and slipped forward few inches, loving the feel of her soft pants on his neck. He started slowly, thrusting up into her, then gradually increased his pace until her moans replaced her pants. The harder he slammed into her, the louder her moans became.

“Don’t stop, Donnie,” she gasped. “It feels so good!” He shifted his position slightly by accident and suddenly she was shouting, “Yes! Yes! Right there, Donnie! Right there!” and he felt her muscles tighten hard around him, clenching rhythmically. He tried to keep going, but she pulled away from him, lying back on the couch, naked and hot. “I need a minute,” she explained, shutting her eyes for a moment. “I’ve never come like that before,” she breathed, dreamily.

“You mean with just the g-spot?” he asked. She nodded and opened her eyes to look at the sexy mass of muscles and gentle, caring face that was her boyfriend. She could see her juices shining on his still rock-hard length and a wicked thought crossed her mind.

“It’s your turn,” she smiled.

Don was confused. Had he missed something? His blood flow wasn’t exactly moving up toward his brain right now. Charlie took his rough hand and guided it to his shaft, making his cheeks redden instantly. He couldn’t... he was too shy... he took his hand away as soon as hers left his.

“Let me watch?” she asked, sitting up a bit.

Don cleared his throat. “Um... I dunno... I mean...”

“I think it’d be hot,” she said, taking his hand and putting it back. She left her hand covering his and slowly guided him in stroking himself up and down. This time, when she took her hand away, his bigger one kept going.

Charlie wasn’t wrong - it was really hot to watch the strong ninja’s arm flex while his rough hand touched himself so gently. Her juices had lubricated him well, so his hand slipped along his skin easily. Don let his eyes close and he flopped his head back against the couch, trying to force himself to relax enough to enjoy the sensations. The churl started in his throat again and his hips started to move on their own.

Then suddenly, he felt something warm and wet brush the tip of his erection as Charlie licked him. His head snapped forward and he watched her kneel between his powerful thighs to taste the tiny drop of clear pre-cum that had escaped him. Don’s breath caught as he realised that she was also licking her own still-shining juices off him.

“Charlie,” he wheezed, grabbing the afghan and chucking it on the floor as a makeshift bed. “I c-can’t take it.” She grinned at him and sucked his throbbing head hard into his mouth, swirling her tongue around it hard, teasing him again. Don gasped and pulled himself out of her grasp. She turned and scooted away from him as he dove after her in mock-chase, catching her by the hips from behind.

He loved it when she teased him like this, but right now he needed to find release more than he needed to breathe. Heck, he was still new to this whole sex thing; he hadn’t built up and resistance yet. He pulled her hips back against his erection and felt her reaching underneath to guide him in. “I wish I could last longer, baby,” he said, hovering at her entrance, just letting the tip slip in.

She looked over her shoulder at him. “Hey, I’m having a great time, hot stuff,” she smiled.

He grinned, but it looked pained. “Please, can I?” he asked, looking down to where there bodies met. She bit her lip and nodded, giving Donatello the permission he needed to slam into her.

Charlie was touched that even in his most desperate moment, he was still thoughtful enough to ask for her permission before ravaging her smaller body. She moaned, enjoying how perfectly he was taking her. His hands left three-fingered imprints in her skin and she was so wet that she could feel it dripping down her leg as he slid home again and again. Charlie reached back and cupped his balls for a moment, waiting to feel the strange brush against her fingers. Don growled loudly as she grabbed his tail, and when she started to pump it in time to his thrusts, he came hard, without notice, spraying deep up inside her.

He collapsed on the floor next to her, his shell banging loudly. With his last ounce of strength, he gathered her into his arms and tucked her head under his chin, making sure that she was mostly lying on the afghan. Charlie wiggled against him and ran a finger along the grooves of his plastron, making him shiver. He raised a quizzical eyebrow at her and laughed as he shut his eyes. She wasn’t finished with him yet.
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