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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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Charlie propped herself up on her elbows behind the counter, watching Michelangelo from across the bookstore as he read “Charlotte’s Web” to a group of kids. It’d been his idea to start a story time and Charlie had to admit, it was doing wonders for their sales. Mike would read the first few chapters from something and then stop after about half an hour. Then the kids would hound their parents to buy the book. Mike was getting to be so popular that he was doing two readings a day.

Charlie giggled as the kids squealed with laughter; Mike did good voices when he read. She wondered if he’d been thinking of her when he’d picked this book to read… she’d been thinking about him a lot lately and watching his long muscles flex as he lifted the heavy boxes of books in the storage room... not that she ever let him see her looking.

It had been almost five months since that night where she’d turned him down. When he’d come out of the shower, he’d seemed cheerful enough, but she’d done enough meditating with Raphael to know that the deep, even breaths he’d been taking for the next month weren’t natural.

Mike did his pig impersonation and the kids feel to pieces with laughter. Charlie found herself laughing, too. Some of the parents were already picking up copies from the stack Mike had set out.

“You eyein’ my boy?” Raphael teased, as he leaned next to her against the counter. He adjusted the red arm band that covered the series of Japanese characters that were tattooed into his bicep. It was Donatello's name. Leonardo and Mike had gotten the same tattoos done after they'd seen Raph's. Lisa had come up with the idea of using arm bands; they had an ad for the cafe printed on them... it would have been too hard to explain to the customers why the turtle "costumes" had tattoos. Mike had gotten a new tattoo on his other arm about four months ago. Charlie had never actually seen it, since Mike kept it covered even outside of the bookstore, but she figured that it must have something to do with her late husband, too.

“He’s great with the kids,” Charlie smiled up at Raph. “They love him!” She noticed that he’d brought her down a cappuccino from the café upstairs. “Thanks,” she said, taking it.

“Do you?” Raphael asked, in his accented growl.

“Do I what?” Charlie blinked, pulling her eyes away from Mike to meet Raph’s hard stare.

“Do ya love him?” he clarified. “You’ve been watchin’ him a lot the last few weeks. He’s been good, but yer comin’ up ta the six month mark and he’s gonna take a shot at ya again.”

Charlie stood up and looked down at the red turtle. “What? How did you know about that?”

Her brother-in-law chuckled and sipped his own coffee. “It was my idea,” he shrugged. Charlie shoved him and leaned back down next to him. He laughed and nudged Charlie with his elbow before saying, “Mike really does love ya, Charlie. I mean look at him, readin’ a book with yer name in the title. Sheesh!”

Charlie sighed and looked back to Michelangelo. A little boy with no front teeth had been moving closer to Mike all the time until he stood at the turtle’s elbow, trying to look over the turtle's big shoulder at a stuffed pig that he'd had brought in for a prop. Mike reached an arm around the boy and lifted him up to sit on one of his huge thighs. He was really too little to appreciate a book without pictures, but he seemed to like Mike’s voices and sound effects. Raphael picked up a big box of books in one arm and turned to head back upstairs.

“Charlie,” he paused and turned back to her. “I’m not tryin’ ta pressure ya er anythin’ an’ I’ll never think badly of ya for any decision ya make… but I know Mike and I know that if ya turn him down this time,” he sighed and shifted the box in his arm “it might break him. There’s only so much pain a man can take.”

Charlie looked back to Mike as Raphael walked away. The story time had finished and he was squatting down, talking to the little boy.

“That’sh a nith pig,” the little boy said, quietly. His missing teeth mede him lisp.

“Yeah, he’s pretty cool,” Mike agreed. “His name’s Patrick.”

“That’sh a nith name for a pig,” the little boy said, seriously.

Mike smiled down at him. “Actually, I’m looking for someone to give him a good home. He doesn’t like living in a bookstore very much. Do you think you could take him for me?” The little boy’s eyes lit up and he was so happy he couldn’t speak.

“What do you say?” his mother prompted as Mike passed him the pig. The little boy hugged it to his chest, then jumped up and hugged Mike around the neck before hurrying away with his mother.

Mike watched them go, then realized that Charlie was looking at him, smiling. He blushed and looked away. So did she.

Charlie left the store keys with Lisa and went home early. She stood in front of the huge, poster-sized wedding photo of a younger version of hereslf with Donnie and looked up into her late-husband’s smiling face.

“I will never stop loving you, Hamato Donatello,” she said. “Please don’t ever doubt me, baby. I’ll never love anyone as much as I love you.” She took the picture down and kissed it, then put it in her bedroom closet. Charlie dug around for a few minutes and found the old yard-sale painting that used to hang there before they’d gotten married. She hung it up in the photograph’s place and found a five-by-six wedding photo to set on the mantle shelf below it. She sighed and rubbed her eyes. Donatello was still remembered in the smaller picture, but he didn't dominate the room anymore.

Charlie took a bath instead of a shower for the first time in months, taking the time to add some vanilla-scented oils and to shave her legs. She painted her fingernails and toenails, too, and dug around in a drawer for the blow-dryer she never used so she could do her hair. She pulled on a pair of lacy pink boy shorts and a matching bra, then looked through her wardrobe for an outfit. It was a bit cold out and she wasn’t sure what to wear. In the end she wore those capris that Mike always complimented her on and a flowing pink tunic-blouse that showed off her figure. Charlie hardly recognized herself when she looked in the mirror; it had been a long time since she’d dressed up like this for someone special.

She sat on the edge of her bed and pulled out the shell cell that Donnie had made for her to call Raphael.

Mike was getting sick of running on the treadmill, but it was better than slopping through the muck in the sewers. Leo and Raphael had ganged up on him to make him do more cardio and less weight training. They thought all the testosterone was making him too aggressive and cranky. He snorted. So what if it was? It wasn't like he cared what anyone thought anymore... except Charlie. The timer buzzed, signaling that his thirty minutes were finally over and he jumped off the machine and went to his punching bag. He loved the punching bag.

He felt a little lonely; Raphael had left a note on the fridge saying that he was going to try to drag Leo to a strip club. Why hadn’t they asked him to come with them? Jerks. If anyone needed to see a boob, it was him. Mike snorted and kicked the punching bag a little harder. Life was boring without Shredder... he'd have to go out with Raphael more often to beat up muggers... it wasn't the same though... they were to easy.

Charlie had looked pretty at work today, but then he thought she looked pretty every day. It had been really hard for a while after she’d turned him down, but even though it had hurt him so much, he knew her pain was worse and he didn’t fault her. If she wasn’t ready, she wasn’t ready and that was all there was to it.

Mike kicked the bag a few more times, but only half-heartedly. He wasn’t really in the mood to work out tonight. Hell, he wasn’t in the mood to do anything... maybe Casey would come over to play a little X-Box... He stretched his tired body out, wondering if Charlie would agree to another date with him next month. She seemed to be smiling at him a lot lately, so maybe she would.

It would probably kill him if she said no this time, though.

April had been the only one he’d cried in front of last time. She’d sat on the couch for hours, stroking his head where it lay in her lap while he’d howled like a baby. She understood heartbreak more than anyone else he knew… it was probably a chick thing.

A noise outside the dojo startled him and he pulled his nun chucks out before going to look. The guys had probably just come back, but he wasn’t stupid enough to just wander into a trap. Something soft touched the edge of his foot as he stepped out of the dojo; a white rose. He squatted down to pick it up and saw that there was a yellow one a few feet ahead.

His heart raced as he stuck his nun chucks back in his belt and followed the trail of flowers, picking them up as he went. White, yellow, white, yellow… they led him into the kitchen where a vase waited in the centre of the table. He stuck them in and turned around to find Charlie. It had to be her… he stopped short as he saw her standing in the living room.

He wanted to say hi and to ask her what was going on, but she looked more beautiful that he’d seen her in the last two years. Mike opened his mouth but shut it when she walked toward him.

Charlie stopped just a few inches away from Mike and reached up onto her tiptoes so she could nuzzle her cheek against his chin. Mike’s breath caught in his throat, but after a moment the instinct to nuzzle back kicked in. His throat trembled as the churl tried to start, but he put his hands firmly on her shoulders and stepped back.

“What’s this, babe?” he asked gently, as he let his hands slide down her arms to her hands. Her fingers didn’t feel right. Mike looked down at them and realized why; she’d moved her wedding ring to her other hand. His head snapped up to look her in the eyes. He was completely shocked.

“Do you still love me, Mikey?” she asked, nervously. She bit her lip and he smiled; she’d picked that bad habit up from him and probably didn’t realise she was even doing it.

Charlie frowned a little at the funny look that came over Michelangelo's face when he heard her question. He held his arm out to her and nodded to the armband that he hadn't bothered to take off after he left the bookstore. Charlie reached a small hand up and gently pulled it down over his big muscles, gasping as she saw "Charlotte" written in beautiful, swirling letters.

"Oh Mikey," she whispered, as she ran her fingertips over it.

"Of course I still love you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. Michelangelo leaned down and rested his forehead against hers. He shut his eyes for a moment while he breathed her in... she smelled fresh and sweet... she smelled like flowers. "Are you sure about this, baby?" he asked, refusing to believe that she wanted him and that she was truly ready.

"I'm sure," Charlie smiled. She was sure. Michelangelo was kind and sweet. He made her laugh when she was sad. He was handsome and gentle and thoughtful... "Kiss me, Mikey," she said, as he opened his eyes to look at her.

Mike didn't need to be told twice. He brushed his lips softly against Charlie's, then pulled back for a second to look at her before he leaned back down to kiss her breath away. His tongue flickered over hers and he drank the spit from her mouth. She tasted even sweeter than she smelled. When Charlie sucked on his bottom lip the churl started in his throat.

Mike's hands stroked down over Charlie's curves and over her backside. He stood up straight so that her feet left the floor and coaxed her legs around his waist so he could carry her to the couch. He sat down in the middle of it so that she was straddling his lap and ran his hands over her thighs as she kissed him, hardly able to believe that he was finally able to stroke the legs that he'd been sneaking secret looks at for years.

Charlie stiffened a little as he touched her thighs. She'd gained a little weight since Donatello had died; eating for comfort was never a good idea. Mike broke the kiss and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. If she'd changed her mind, he was going to die right then and there.

"Um... feeling a bit fat," Charlie admitted with a blush. The look on Michelangelo's face was so funny that she found herself giggling.

"Charlie," he sighed. "You're beautiful. You're hot and you always have been." Charlie looked away, trying to hide the deeper flush that was spreading across her cheeks but Mike put a big finger under her chin and turned her head back. "You know why Raphael likes latino women?"

Charlie shook her head. She hadn't actually noticed, but now that Mike had mentioned it, she realised that Raphael did seem to hit on them when they came into the cafe.

"It's because he likes thighs and ass," Mike smiled, leaning in to kiss Charlie again. She tried to kiss him back, but found herself laughing so hard that she couldn't.

Mike flipped her over so that she lay on her back on the couch with him on top of her. The motion took her breath away and the rush of excitement turned her on. He was still between her legs so she wrapped them back around his waist and ground herself against the bottom of his shell as he pressed a deep kiss into her mouth. His throaty churl rattled in response.

Charlie turned her head to the side so she could pull off the orange elbow pad and wrist guard on Mike's arm. He kissed along the side of her throat and nipped at the soft place at the base of her neck, switching sides as she turned her head to get the stuff off his other arm. Her hands started to fumble around near his waist, trying to get his belt off and he pushed himself up with one arm to give her easier access. His other hand went to the buttons on her shirt.

Michelangelo's nunchucks hit the floor with a couple of thuds as Charlie tossed his belt aside. She looked happy and that made him happy. Suddenly Mike spasmed and let out a sharp hiss - while he'd been looking so intently at her face, she'd reached a hand down to tickle his tail that was tucked inside his shell. He'd forgotten that she knew about the tail. He grabbed her and rolled off the couch, not feeling anything as his hard shell whacked against the floor. If she was going to play like that, this would be over before it started.

Charlie's face was flushed and she giggled with the excitement of being lifed around like that. Mike made a note to do it to her often... she really wasn't fat... he didn't think she weighed a thing. He finished getting her buttons undone and stared openly at her as her shirt spread and he could see her breasts inside their pink bra. A sudden thought hit him... Donnie had told him once that Charlie always wore matching sets... his dick was hardening fast at the thought.

Mike ran his leathery palms over her belly and up to her chest. He cupped her breasts in his hands, feeling the weight before running his green thumbs over her nipples. Charlie gasped and whimpered under his touch and he grinned as he felt the small nubs getting hard. He liked nipples... they were one of those fascinating human features that he didn't have.

Mike sat up and kissed Charlie again. Her bum felt really soft against his hard thighs and he liked it. He reached back to try the impossible task of undoing her bra with only three thick fingers, but found that the clasp had already been undone.

"Thanks," he laughed greatfully, against her ear. She smiled and leaned back to pull his knee pads off. The motion made her breasts stand out and he dipped his head to suck a nipple in between his lips. His toungue rasped over it and Charlie cried out sharply in response. Mike could smell her arousal and it made his churl go a bit deeper. He hadn't growled much before - Paula hadn't liked it - but he could feel it getting closer.

Mike unfastened Charlie's capris and slipped a big thumb down to rub against her clit. She squealed and grabbed his shoulders for leverage as she ground herself against him. Mike's other hand stroked over her other breast - she was starting to sweat and it made his dick twitch in anticipation. He rolled the nipple gently between his thumb and first finger and Charlie bucked forward as her body spasmed. Mike kissed her hard, swallowing her cries of pleasure as she came.

Charlie flopped forward against Mike's plastron, exhausted. He held her in his arms, enjoying the ragged flutter of her breath against his neck as he rocked her back and forth.

"That didn't take you long," he teased.

"I love you, Mikey," she sighed, letting him hold her up.

"I love you, too, babe," he whispered into her hair.

"So how long is it going to take you?" she smiled into his neck as her strength came back to her.

"Me?" Mike said, his voice taking on the same tone it did when he'd brag about himself just to irritate his brothers. "I can last forever; I'm a ninja. I can meditate myself into a coma."

Charlie burst out laughing and stood up. Her legs were starting to cramp. This was just what Michelangelo had been waiting for. He tugged at her capris as she stood and pulled them down. He reached a strong arm up to steady Charlie by the waist while he got the pants off over her feet... she had matching pink underwear on... he loved it. He smiled when Charlie reached down and undid the special knot that kept his mask on.

Charlie felt a little exposed, standing over Michelangelo like this with her legs spread in front of him, but he seemed to really like it. He put his hands on Charlie's thighs and stroked his palms over them, feeling privileged that he was finally allowed to feel how silky and smooth they were. He could see the little damp patch between her legs and his dick started screaming to be released from the confines of his shell. He rubbed his cheeks against the insides of her thighs and her scent hit him full force. The growl ripped itself from his throat as he nuzzled the damp patch.

Charlie's knees trembled and she tried to move away as Mike openly smelled her. Mike's hands wet to her hips, holding her up and keeping her from moving away. She put her hands on his forearms for support as he nuzzled and smelled her. The growls vibrated through her, arousing her further and making the wet patch grow.

Mike hooked his thumbs in the waist band of her shorts and pulled them down to her knees so he could run his big tongue over her slit. Charlei let out a loud moan that turned into a gasp as she felt one of his thick fingers rubbing gently against her opening. This was why she loved Michelangelo - he was so strong and wild, but he was always so gentle and sweet.

Michelangelo pushed the tip of his finger inside her as he started swallowing the sweet juice that seeped out of her. She was so tight! How had Donnie ever fit inside her? He needed to get her loosened up or he'd rip her apart.

He swirled his finger around while he sucked at her clit. He could feel the spongy spot inside her and he rubbed it while he licked at her. Charlie's legs were shaking hard, but his free hand at her hip seemed to keep her up. Charlie shook as the wonderful pressure built up higher and higher inside her.

"Mikey," she choked.

"Come hard for me, babe," Mike said. "I won't let you fall." He put his mouth back over her and swirled his tongue around over her slick clit. She was so wet that her juices were sliding down over his hand and wrist. When she came, Mike pressed a big hand against her bum to keep her pressed firmly against his mouth.

"Mikey!" Charlie cried as her vision went momentarily black around the edges. Michelangelo's lips sucked her firmly, not letting up until her legs buckled out from under her. Mike stood quickly and caught her up in his arms, carrying her off to his room. He wasn't going to make love to her on the floor.

Charlie smiled sleepily at Michelangelo as he lowered her down onto his soft orange blanket. He lay at her side, propped up on one elbow so he could kiss her. She could taste herself on his tongue, but she didn't mind. Mike palmed her breasts with his other hand before trailing his fingers down over her soft belly and then lower to cup the furred mound between her legs... another fun thing that humans had that he didn't.

She reached her arms around his neck as he slipped a finger along her slit and then inside her. He swirled it around for a moment before trying to add a second one. She was looser than she'd been, but he was still afraid of hurting her.

"I can't, Mikey," Charlie panted, shivering at his touch. "Not again... I need to rest first." She reached for him. "Let me touch you," she said.

Mike sighed in relief as he let himself drop down into her small hand. She stroked him up and down a few times, learning his shape... she understood why he was fingering her so much; he was a little shorter than Donnie had been, but he was wider. Charlie looked up at Michelangelo's face; his eyes were closed and he was breathing too evenly... he was meditating.

A drop of precum oozed from the tip of his penis and she ducked down to lick it off. Mike's eyes snapped open and he pulled her back up to him with a rueful smile. "I lied," he said. "I suck at meditating and if you don't stop that then I'll cum in about three seconds."

Charlie's laughter was cut short as he slipped two fingers back inside her and slipped down the bed to suck her clit back into his mouth. She was so sensitive that she came almost instantly. Charlie shook and reached for Michelangelo. Was he trying to kill her?

Michelangelo lay over Charlie, being careful to keep his weight off her. The tip of his penis nuged at the folds between her legs as he nuzzled her cheeks with his. Charlie tipped her hips forward to show him she was ready and she reached a hand down to guide him in. It was a tight squeeze, but Mike wasn't in any hurry. Charlie hadn't had sex in about two years so he wasn't surprised that she'd tightened up. He rocked his hips gently, moving in and out of her just a little at a time. Charlie loved the feeling of being so gently stretched and she arched her back underneath Michelangelo, inadvertantly pushing him in farther.

"You okay, sweetheart?" his deep voice rumbled as the churl started up again.

"Yeah," she nodded, as she gripped his biceps. "I want more."

"Be patient," he smiled, thrilled at her enthusiasm. "I don't want to hurt you... we've got all night."

Charlie wrapped her legs around Michelangelo and pulled him down so that he slipped farther in. She smiled wickedly at him and he ground his hips a little harder to see if she could take it.

"Oh yes!" she gasped, clutching him.

Michelangelo increased his pace and suddenly slipped the rest of the way into her. Charlie's mouth opened in a silent cry and for a moment he was afraid he'd hurt her.

"More!" she begged, "Mikey, please!"

Mike didn't need any more encouragement. He pulled back and rocked hard into her. Charlie screamed in delight so he did it again and again, harder and harder until he'd built up a pace that made his body feel like he was burning alive.

"I love you, Charlie," he gasped into her ear right before his big body shuddered. He hadn't meant to come that fast, but hell, it'd been a long time for him, too. He tried to roll off of her to lie down, but she grabbed him and wouldn't let go.

Charlie felt safe and warm under Michelangelo. He was built like a tank. His biceps flexed as he held himself up enough for her to breathe. As he gradually went soft inside her, she reached a hand up to trace over the letters of Donatello's name, then she looked at his other arm and traced out the letters of her name.

"The people you love the most," she said. It wasn't a question.

"Hai," Michelangelo responded. He loved his other brothers, of course, and his father and April, but when Raphael and Leonardo had been fighting with each other as kids, it had been he and Donnie left together to play. He and Donnie fixing the old Nintendo everytime someone broke it. He and Donnie burning pizzas while they learned to cook. He and Donnie dumpster diving for treasures. He and Donnie reading Popular Mechanics and comic books. He and Donnie sneaking porno mags passed Master Splinter... although, come to think of it, the old rat had probably known... but, yes, he had loved his brother very very much, and now that Donnie was gone Mike felt more alone than he ever knew was possible... and he knew that the pain must be so much worse for Charlie.

Mike couldn't figure out what Charlie was thinking. She wasn't sad, which was good, but she wasn't smiling, either. She looked peaceful and that was good enough for him.

"You're the only reason I'm still alive," Charlie whispered. She smiled up at him. "I love you, Mikey. Thank you for waiting for me."

Mike rolled off to the side, finally slipping out of her. He cradled her in his arms and nuzzled her contentedly. "Thank you for giving us another shot," he said softly.

Charlie smiled up at him and nuzzled him back, knowing how much the turtles liked that. "I like that... us," she said. "It sounds right."

"I'll understand if you're not here in the morning," Mike said quietly. He tucked her nose into her hair and breathed her in again in case it was the last time he'd be able to.

"I will be, Mikey. You can make me breakfast," she teased as he pulled the blanket over them.

Mike smiled and kissed her again. If she was still here, he was going to have her for breakfast.

*****

"I guess that went well," Raphael said before Leo had even snapped the light on and they saw Charlie's clothes and Mike's mask and pads strewn all over the place. They could smell Charlie's arousal and Mike's sweat.

"Is this National Throw-your-underwear-around Day?" Leonardo said, referring to the army of strippers they'd seen earlier. He sighed and started picking up Charlie's clothes and folding them in a neat pile.

Raphael smiled. So Mikey and Charlie had ironed everything out, eh? Good. He quickly gathered Mike's stuff and dumped it on the couch in a heap, then left Leonardo to clean up the mess and went to bed.

Leonardo finished folding everything and carried the pile toward their bedrooms, intending to set it outside of Mike's door so Charlie would have something to wear in the morning. Raphael was standing outside of Mike's open doorway. He looked at Leo and put a finger to his lips, motioning for him to be quiet. Leo moved along silently to stand next to his brother, who gestured for him too look inside.

Mike and Charlie lay curled up together in the ray of light from the hall. Charlie's head was on Mike's plastron and he had both of his big, tattooed arms wrapped protectively around her. His blanket was pulled up snugly over her and she looked more relaxed than any of them had seen her in a very long time. Mike opened his eyes a crack; he hadn't heard anything, but he'd felt like he was being watched. He gave his brothers a sheepish look that said, "whoops" as he nodded to the open door, then smiled sleepily and pulled the blanket up over his girlfriend's bare shoulder. Raphael gave Mike a thumbs-up as Leonardo set the pile of stuff on the chair in Mike's room. He tip-toed out and shut the door.

Mike glanced at the clock on his bedside table. It was 3:47am. Charlie stirred in his arms and opened her eyes. "Mikey?" she mumbled sleepily.

"It's okay," he whispered. "Go back to sleep." He kissed her forehead and spooned her as she rolled over.

"Told you I'd still be here," she mumbed.

Mike smiled and shut his eyes. Life was going to be so different in the morning... it was going to be better.
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