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A Wish Not So Come True	By : Drea Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Ten: New Priorities

Donnie dropped his head back to the damp tiles behind him, breathing hard. He squeezed his eyes shut as an enraptured groan escaped him. Christy – his dear, sweet, angelic Christy, was on her knees in front of him, her mouth doing devious things to him that he was pretty sure should have been outlawed because of how good they felt. Her alabaster skin was drenched from the spray of the steaming water showering down on them and the billowing steam kept them closed into their own little world of passion and seduction. She finally gave into her teasing ministrations, moving back and giving him that sexy little grin of hers.
“Come here,” he murmured, holding his hand out for her. She took it and he helped her to her feet, his arm stealing around her bottom and lifting her effortlessly. As her wet legs circles his waist, hugging him to her, he turned her around, pressing her back against the tiles and entering her in an agonizingly slow thrust. Her mewling sound of bliss made him smile. She was so responsive, this southern beauty of his. So responsive and so beautiful and so made just for him. They’d come together three times…three glorious times. Yet unlike the first two which had been so wild and untamed, Donnie wanted to take things a little slower this time, savoring every bliss filled moment, every sigh, every moan that escaped the full lips of the beautiful woman in his arms.
“You know…I really like this spot,” he said, kissing just below her ear and causing a shiver to ripple through her. “And this spot.” He ran his tongue over the curve of her collarbone. Christy dropped her head back, moaning softly, a willing captive to his explorations. “And this-.” His thumb brushed just below her left breast, over her rib cage and against the curve or her hipbone. “Well, that’s just downright sexy.”
“Mmm, not as sexy as you,” she purred, kissing him slowly.
Donnie chuckled, a sound of pure male satisfaction. “I could argue with you on that one.”
“But?”
“But I’d rather pleasure you instead.” He groaned, driving himself further into her and feeling his control slowly start to shatter, bit by aroused bit. “You know…one of these days…I’m going to be able to take what you do to me and spend hours making love to you,” he managed between staggered breaths.
Christy slowly opened her eyes, staring hungrily at the powerful man thrusting into her with aching gentleness. “One of these days?” she echoed, her breathy voice tapering off on an enraptured moan when his hands gripped her hips and pulled her even closer.
“Yeah. One of these days. Today…not that day.” He thrust into her harder and faster, his hands holding her fast in a bruising grip.
The pain did not register. All Christy could feel was the uncontrollable animal lust raking through her. She clawed at his shoulders, her cries of passion echoing off the tiles, her legs clamping tightly around him, her back arching wildly. It was almost as if she were trying to get away from his passionate onslaught – as if the depth of what he was doing to her was too much for her body to handle. “Oh God Donnie, I can’t…I can’t take any more!” she screamed.
He moved a hand to cup her bottom roughly. His teeth grazed her shoulder once, then sunk into the tender flesh and she slapped one hand against the slick tiles as pure erotic euphoria exploded all around her.
Donnie quickly followed, his powerful body shuddering violently as he came deep inside of his lover, his choked groan muffled against the curve of her neck.
After catching her breath, Christy elicited a sigh of complete pleasure and smiled the smile of a woman who’d been thoroughly satisfied. “Honey, if you plan on spending hours doing that to me…I don’t know if I’m going to be able to handle it.”
Donnie chuckled breathlessly. “That makes two of us.”
He set her down and grabbed the purple loofah hanging from the shower caddy suctioned to the far corner of the shower and the body wash beside it. Seeing what he was up to, Christy smiled and turned away from him, leaning back against him and dropping her head to his shoulder. Donnie worked a small dollop of soap into the loofah and slowly started working it over his lover’s body.
“I don’t want to be a buzz kill here…but I have a very, very serious question for you,” Christy started. She was feeling rather lucid after their recent promiscuous activities and couldn’t seem to stop her train of thought from going where it was going and verbally expressing those thoughts. She was having an Andrea moment. “Any ideas on what the repercussions of a mutant and a human having sex without protection are?”
Donnie’s hands stilled. “Actually,” he started softly. “Yeah. I started doing some research after we had known each other for a while and…”
“And?” she prompted after he’d been silent for several drawn out minutes.
“Same repercussions as two humans having sex without protection. Our genes are wired for, um…reproduction.”
“Aah,” Christy murmured softly. She let the silence hang for a minute, drawing out the nervous torment she was positive he was going through right now. He may have been in love with her, but he was still a guy. Still a guy she had just started sleeping with. Deciding to cut him loose, she turned a dazzling smile on him. “Relax. We’re clear hun. I’m on birth control.”
Donnie released the breath he didn’t even know he’d been holding and Christy laughed. “Yes, that’s right. Breath darlin’,” she coaxed teasingly.
Donnie resumed lathering her up, pulling her against him. “I’m sorry. That probably wasn’t the right reaction.”
“No. That was exactly the right reaction. Actually, that was a little tamed down from what the typical male would do at the mention of pregnancy.”
“That’s…kind of sad.”
Christy nodded her agreement. Then, turning to face him, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “How about we just concentrate on the here and now? Live in the moment. What do you say?”
“Sounds perfect,” Donnie replied with a genuine smile. “Speaking of the here and now…that’s probably going to involve a trip home for me pretty soon.”
Christy pouted. “So soon? Darn, I was hoping to have you all to myself for at least the next two nights.”
“As wonderful as that sounds, I should check in. I’m not sure how Master Splinter feels about having one of his son’s spending the night with a girl-.”
“Two,” Christy corrected, referring to Raph.
“Right…two. I’m sure he’s got something to say about it. I’m actually surprised Mikey and Leo haven’t stopped by to drag us back to the lair.”
“Um,” Christy had the grace to blush softly. “I kind of…put your bandana on the doorknob. Didn’t want anyone walking in again.”
Donnie stared down at her, then started to laugh. He could imagine Andrea coming up to the door and seeing that. Nothing screamed “two people are getting laid in here” more than the bandana of one of the participants draped over the doorknob. “You’re just giving her ammunition. You know that, don’t you?”
Knowing he was referring to her North Dakotan friend, Christy smiled and nodded. “She enjoys it. Besides, if she runs out of good ammo, her puns start to get really ridiculous. You don’t even want to know half of the crap she’s said when her creative juices are running out. It gets strange.”
Christy turned to Donnie, taking the loofah from him. She started to lower it to his skin and he balked. “Okay. I can take smelling like you. That’s not a problem. But I’m not all that comfortable smelling like,” he reached back and grabbed the bottle of body lotion, making a face when he saw its contents, “like sun-kissed strawberries and jajoba.”
Christy chuckled softly. “Fine. I’ll get you something manly. How does that sound?”
“Planning on having me spend the night often?” Donnie asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.
“As often as possible,” she said with a wink. “Let’s get you cleaned up and out of here so you can go home and come back to me faster.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Leo dropped down to the balcony that lead into the girl’s suite. About an hour ago he’d lost hope that Michelangelo would actually return home with his brothers in tow. He’d left that morning and it was now 2pm – no Mikey to be found. Splinter still wanted to talk with all of them so he’d thrown on his jeans and sweatshirt and foraged ahead into the chilling New York air to bring the rest of his family home.
He turned to the door and knocked on one of the frosted over panes before folding his arms over his chest in a vain attempt to stay warm. Kris opened the door and his heart lurched, his frozen breath catching in his throat. She looked at him for a minute, her hand resting on the door, then said in a smoky, sexy voice, “you look like a man who could use some hot chocolate.”
Hot chocolate…better words couldn’t possibly suit her right now, he thought. “Um, yeah. That’d be great. Thanks.”
“Come on in.” She stepped aside, allowing him to pass her and closing the door behind him. She sashayed past him and he watched her curvaceous hips sway gently from side to side. “Did you want marshmallows?”
Leo shook his head, clearing it of wayward thoughts. “Um, what?”
“Marshmallows. You know, in your hot chocolate?”
He suddenly pictured her lying on a bed of marshmallows of all sizes in nothing but a skimpy, blue silk nighty and swallowed hard. That was a weird thing to think…but it did the trick. He was suddenly very uncomfortable and painfully aware of how aroused she was making him. “Yeah…yes, thank you.”
Kris gave him a strange look, holding his gaze for several long seconds before looking past him. “Sammy, baby…you want some juice?”
“Peas!” the toddler yelped, looking up from her coloring with a toothy grin.
Leo smiled at the little blond, then turned to follow Kris into the kitchen area of the suite. She was currently digging through the fridge for what he assumed was juice. She leaned over slightly and he sucked in a breath, his eyes eating up the sight of her jeans hugging her backside. “So, where is everyone?” Leo asked, his voice coming out thick. It irritated him slightly that he always seemed to lose his control and composure around this woman. He wasn’t used to it.
Kris pulled a jug of apple juice from the fridge and walked to the counter he was leaning against, setting it in front of him before she reached into a cupboard and pulled out two mugs and a sippy cup. “Ask yourself something Leonardo. Do you really want to know the answer to that?”
Leo gave her a confused look. “Well, yeah. I’m kind of here to get my brothers but if they’re not here-.”
“Oh, they’re here. Those boys are going to start owing Kris some serious babysitting money if they don’t ease up on my girls for a bit.”
“Ease up?”
Kris gave him a meaningful look and Leo’s face grew hot. “Wow, things I never needed to know about my brothers.”
“Thinks I never needed to know about your brothers. Thank God Christy lives in the suite over because if I had to listen to all three of them go at it…shit would have hit the fan a long time ago.”
Leo groaned, suddenly feeling mortified. Had his brothers no sense of tact? They couldn’t control their animal urges long enough to realize how rude to Kris. “I’m sorry. I’ll have a talk with them.”
“No, no.” Kris took the kettle she’d set to boil from the burner when it started whistling. “I mind…but I don’t mind. It’s not like they’re a bunch of hormonal teenagers. They’re all adults and they’ve found something in each other that makes them happy. Far be it for me to complain about the most important women in my life being happy. If I were in their place-.” Her voice tapered off and she put her full concentration into stirring the hot cocoa mix into the mugs and adding water.
This time the groan that rose in his throat, he managed to stifle. If she was in their place. They should be-.
“Kwisti, need wed,” Sammy said, interrupting his train of thought and causing him to blush furiously. What kind of a man was he, thinking such lurid thoughts with a child in the room.
“Red? What did we do with the red?” Kris asked thoughtfully.
Sammy padded across the floor, looking far too adorable in a pair of little flared jeans with pink flowers puff painted on them, matching socks and a deep purple hooded sweatshirt. “Pocket?” she suggested.
“Oh, that’s right!” The beautiful Hawaiian reached into her back pocket and pulled out the red crayon she’d slipped in there earlier. At Leo’s questioning look, she grinned. “I was kind of the family nanny back on Hawaii. I made it a habit to carry around extra crayons in my pockets so that we would have back up’s if anyone broke them. Here you go Samshine.” She handed the crayon to Sammy.
The little girl took it, then turned her inquisitive blue gaze on Leonardo. “Nother turta?” she asked, turning her little head to the side.
Captured by her innocent beauty, Leonardo came around the counter and hunkered down beside her. He hadn’t had much of an opportunity to meet this little imp. And his first impression had been wretched. He wanted to make up for it. “Hey there, cutie pie. I don’t think we’ve been introduced. I’m Leonardo.”
Sammy actually drew back a little from that, her eyes going wide. “Nardo?” she tried.
He chuckled softly, reaching out and chucking her lightly under the chin. “Try Leo.”
“Weo!”
“Perfect, sweetie,” he praised.
Kris melted. Leo as a fatherly type, she had never seen that coming. She watched them interact for a little while longer before Leo encouraged her to go back to her drawing, directing her with a gentle hand at small of her back before he stood up and faced her again. “What?” he asked, startled to see Kris staring so openly at him.
“I just-.” Kris quickly schooled her features into a small smile that gave away nothing of the turmoil she was actually feeling. “You guys are so good with kids. I don’t know a single human guy who’s as good with children as you guys have proven yourselves to be.”
“Yeah well…let’s not forget the initial meeting,” he said dryly.
“I’m sure she doesn’t even remember.” Kris tossed a few mini marshmallows in both mugs of hot chocolate and held one out in front of her, slyly inviting Leo to come closer.
He took the three steps that separated them, his hand closing around hers briefly as he took the mug. “Thanks.”
“Mm, don’t mention it,” Kris murmured, unconsciously leaning into him. “Careful, that’s pretty hot.”
Leo’s lips turned up in a quick grin. “I’m sure it is.”
They drew closer, the world shrinking in around them until it was almost as if they were in a world of their own. Kris slowly drew in a breath, holding it in anticipation. Anticipation that shattered along with their little world when Raph walked into the kitchen area. He grinned when he saw the two. “Well, don’t let me stop ya.”
Frustration hit hard and before she knew what she was doing, Kris reached into her back pocket and grabbed two crayons, hurling them at Raph. He caught them easily, laughing and that only egged her on further. She grabbed another handful, five this time, and threw them a little more forcefully, catching him in the shoulder and neck. “Some of us have a shred of decency, Raph.”
“Mhmm,” he hummed, giving her a strange look before pulling open the fridge and grabbing a beer. He looked at it for a minute, then back at Kris and Leo. “What the hell time is it anyway?”
“2:30,” Kris replied dryly. “You two are lucky I’m not charging.”
“We appreciate it,” Andrea said, walking into the kitchen, her face aglow with sated pleasure. “Really,” she leveled a meaningful look on Kris. “Thank you.”
Kris gave a long suffering sigh but couldn’t help grinning. She knew when her turn came, Andrea would be more than willing to help her get laid as many times as possible. “You owe me.”
Andrea nodded and made her way over to the counter where the tea kettle sat, still half full of steaming hot water. As she passed Raph, he reached out an arm, snagging her around the waist and dragging her back to him. He murmured something in her ear that caused her cheeks to turn a bright pink and lightly nipped her neck before releasing her. Andrea stood where she was for a moment, a dazed look on her face, then she seemed to shake herself back to reality and went to the cupboard to grab herself a mug.
Noticing the commotion in the kitchen, Sammy looked up from her drawing and a bright smile lit up her face when she saw her favorite ninja turtle. “Waff!” she yelped, jumping up and flying across the room, a sheet of drawing paper fluttering wildly in her tiny grasp.
Raph had just enough time to put the beer back in the fridge, grab a pop instead and put it on the counter before turning around and catching Sammy when she flung herself at him. “Hey there, munchkin,” he said, easily supporting her weight with one arm.
“I dwe you!” she said, proudly holding up her masterpiece.
“Hey, that’s pretty good,” he said, looking over her work. She may have only been two years old, but it was obvious that she’d inherited a creative gene. The likeness to a turtle was impressive. “You’re quite the little artist.”
Andrea smiled at the two, her heart filling with love for both of them. He had no idea how important it was for her to see him interacting with Sammy like this. She had once wished to have him and only him, but after Sammy came along she had wished for him not only to be hers, but to love Sammy as much as she did. It was obvious he was well on his way. “What do we say when someone gives us a compliment, baby?” she asked softly enough to catch Sammy’s attention.
Sammy looked at her and nodded once, then turned her beautiful cherubic smile on Raph. “Fanks!” she said, kissing his cheek before she started wiggling in his arms, indicating quite clearly that she wanted down.
Chuckling, Raph put her on her feet and watched her skip to the living room where she plopped right back down with her drawing and went to work. “Man, she is somethin’ else,” he said affectionately, unable to take his eyes from her.
“Hope you mean that in a good way.” Andrea came up next to him.
Raph wrapped an arm around her shoulder, drawing her close and nuzzling her hair. “Course I did.”
The two watched Sammy in silence for a while, hardly aware of the quite conversation going on between Leo and Kris before Andrea said softly, “You’re really good with her. I know I had no right to throw you into a situation like this. I should have said something right away – warned you of what you were getting into. But, you’ve been handling the whole thing really well.” She looked up at him. “Thank you.”
Raph stared down at the woman snuggled up to him, captured by the depth of the emotion in her eyes. “No problem,” he murmured softly, unknowingly leaning closer to her. His heart tripped and he was swamped by something he still couldn’t understand. It was this insane feeling – made him feel excited, nervous and turned on all at the same time. Though the latter was proving to be more of a constant state of mind whenever he was around Andrea. He brushed her tiny nose with his larger one, nudging her face up and fit his mouth to hers.
“Oh my God, you two! You’re worse than Cat and Mikey!” Kris exclaimed.
Andrea slowly pulled away and rolled her eyes, looking back at her friends over her shoulder. “Oh, calm down. And speaking of Cat and Mikey, where are they?”
Catey’s bedroom door suddenly slammed open and Mikey stumbled out, his hands gripping the doorframe and his shoulders heaving with every gasping breath he took. “Somebody,” he panted, “for the love…of God…stop her!”
He staggered forward and Catey’s little hand shot out, latching onto his wrist and yanking him backwards. “NO! Have freakin’ mercy!!” Mikey yelped. He grabbed onto the door handle and pulled it back with him. The resounding slam echoed throughout the suite and around the group of adults staring in shock at the now closed door.
The front door opening and Christy’s cheerful voice calling out a greeting, causing all four heads to turn in her and Donatello’s direction, stunned expressions still on their faces.
Christy stopped when she saw them. “Um…did I miss something?”
“Nah,” Raph said, the first to break the silence. “Nothin’ you’d actually mind missin’.”
“Where’s Kitty?”
“Her and Mikey,” Andrea said, her shoulders shaking with surprised laughter. “Are..um…going to be occupied for a while. I don’t know if he’s going to come out of this one alive.”
She exchanged a look with Kris and the two women broke down in fits of laughter, gripping the counter top and leaning over it. Catey chose that moment to rejoin the living, sauntering out of her bedroom with a satisfied smirk firmly in place. “Hey there Christy, hey Donnie!” she chirped, giving them a little wave as she made her way into the kitchen. She took a large glass from the cupboard, then a smaller shot glass. The large glass was filled with water, the shot glass filled with tequila that had been stashed in one of the neighboring cupboards, then they were set side by side on the counter. She contemplated them for a minute, as if she were trying to decide which to take first, then grabbed the glass of water and started to chug it.
All eyes were on the tiny southerner – some were astonished, some were amused. Christy and Donnie were just confused by everything that had happened since they walked in the door.
Catey finished off her water, released a sigh of satisfaction, then tossed the glass carelessly in the sink, reaching for the shot glass and crooning, “come to mama.” The shot went down fast and she slammed the empty glass on the counter, letting out a loud “whoop!!”
Raph looked back and forth between Kris and Andrea. “Is this the same person we were playin’ truth or dare with the other day?”
“The very one,” Andrea said, her voice dripping with mirth. “We cut her off that night so we wouldn’t have quite so much to explain. She has a tendency to do really really strange things when she’s good and drunk.”
“Like yoga,” Kris muttered, earning several questioning looks and a giggle from Christy.
“But now…well, now-.”
“It’s open season, ya’ll! And not on me! On no,” Catey waggled her finger at the group, her bright brown eyes alight with mischief. “No way. It’s open season on you suckers!” she finished, slamming down another shot.
Mikey emerged from Catey’s room, looking just as wild as he had when he’d first tried to escape the clutches of his little girlfriend. “Someone take me to the emergency room. I think she killed little Mikey! He’s dead…I can’t…I can’t even feel him!!”
Catey rolled her eyes. “Oh don’t be so dramatic. I’ll revive him later.”
“Okay, both of you need to stop it right now!” Andrea gasped, finding it horribly difficult to speak through her laughter.
“Yeah,” Leo said, far more serious than Andrea. “You really do. You should have hours ago. You know Mikey, around the time you were supposed to bring Donnie and Raph home?”
“Hey, calm down, Fearless,” Raph said, coming to the defense of his younger brothers. “I’m sure master Splinter’ll understand.”
“Understand what?” Leo asked. He wasn’t angry, just exasperated with what his brothers had put Kris through. He hadn’t been there to hear any of it, but the scent his brothers women were carrying around with them was potent enough to make him very uncomfortable – like he was being subjected to something he had no right to be subjected to. It was probably much worse when you had to spend the afternoon listening to the kinds of things his brothers were doing to Catey and Andrea. “Understand that you guys couldn’t control yourselves long enough to call home and let us know everything was okay?”
Raph glared at his oldest brother, starting to feel that oh-so-familiar anger rise up in him again. Andrea’s cool hand grasped his and he looked down at her. Her look very clearly said ‘be careful, we don’t want to be building walls up here’ and he responded to it immediately, his anger leaving him as quickly as it had come. “He knows how to find us, Leo. Always has. That’s how he always knows we’re okay. So what’s eatin’ ya?”
Leo sighed and looked at Catey. “Mind filling me up one of those?”
Catey couldn’t stop the look of pure surprise that crossed her features. “I…um...” she looked over at Raph, then Donnie, then Mikey. Neither of them looked surprised to hear Leonardo requesting a drink. That…wasn’t at all what she had expected though. Nothing she’d ever seen of Leonardo made her think he’d be the first to reach for the bottle in a tense situation. But she filled him a shot anyway, sliding it across the counter to him. He took the contents down slowly, then set the glass away from him and leveled a very severe look on his brothers. “Next time you guys decide to have an all day sex-fest, just try to remember there are other people in the room who might really not want to be treated to every vocal aspect of your activities…in stereo.”
Not only did Mikey and Raph have the decency to look ashamed, Andrea and Catey blushed furiously as well.
“Oh my God, Kris…I’m so sorry,” Catey started.
Andrea dropped her face to her hands and groaned. “I’m going to go back to my room, sit on my knees for the next half an hour and thank God my daughter wasn’t old enough to understand anything that was going on!” she muttered, truly mortified.
Kris laughed, unable to stop herself from feeling slightly vindicated and pleased that Leo had taken a stand for her. It wasn’t necessary and she’d told him that. But he’d done it anyway. “It’s okay guys. I’m really good at tuning out background noise when I want to. And Andrea, you were far away enough that I couldn’t really hear anything. But you,” Kris leveled a glare and a pointed finger on Catey, “you…are not going to be able to talk tomorrow. All that screaming is definitely not good for the vocals.”
Mikey grinned. “Damn right she won’t.”
“Language!” Andrea exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “You guys are incorrigible!”
Leo nodded in agreement. His brothers really were. But he couldn’t stop the feeling of loneliness and need that washed over him. His gaze skimmed covertly to Kris and he stifled a small sigh. She was beautiful, she was probably one of the most interesting people he’d ever met in his entire life; she obviously wanted him…so why wasn’t he taking a page from his brother’s books and giving into the age-old need that plagued him?
Because this is so new. You’re not like Mikey who never thinks before leaping headlong into something. You’re not like Donnie, who probably knew every little thing about sex before he went into it. And you’re definitely not like Raph who’s ruled by the animalistic side. You’re Leo – you’re the leader, you’re the rational one, you’re…
“Oh shut the hell up,” Leo muttered sourly to himself. He was tired of listening to his inner reason.
Kris looked at him, arching a brow in question and he shook his head. “Okay, as much as I don’t want to do this…we need to get back to the lair guys. Splinter wants to talk to us.”
The brothers reached a unanimous decision, knowing they’d have to return home sooner or later. They said their goodbyes, Mikey, Donnie and Raph leaving their respective women with long, lingering kisses while Leo stood by the door, watching a woman who didn’t look as if she wanted to watch him at all. She stood by the counter, tracing a nail over the tiles, her hot cocoa seemingly forgotten in her other hand. The expression on her face pained him. He didn’t want her to look like that. He wanted her to look like the other girls – content and blissfully happy.
He felt something small – like a butterfly wing – brush his leg and looked down, smiling when he saw Sammy’s wide blue eyes staring up at him.
“Hew,” she stated, holding up a piece of paper. He took it and his breath caught. He could easily tell what the picture was of. It was him and Kris depicted in the most innocent of ways – stick figures. But very good stick figures.
“Not much gets past you, does it cutie pie?” he asked softly.
She shook her head and help up her arms, expectantly. Leo picked her up and hugged her to him. She was so open and innocent. She was going to be so very good for Raph. “Thank you,” he said, nuzzling her cheek and drawing a tinkling giggle from the little girl.
“You ready, Leo?” Raph asked, coming up to them. Sammy whipped around in Leo’s arms, a bright smile spreading across her face as she reached wildly for his younger brother.
Laughing, Leo handed her over. “Wow, guess we know who her favorite is.”
“Hey, munchkin.” Raph hugged the girl close with one arm and ruffled her hair with his hand. “You take it easy on yer ma, okay? Go to bed when she tell’s ya to, eat all yer veggies and all that good stuff.”
“K, Waff,” she said, nodding solemnly.
Watching the exchange, Leo couldn’t help but stare in bewildered amusement at his younger brother. “You know…I was just thinking to myself that she was going to be good for you,” he admitted.
“Who, Drea?”
“No. Well, her too. Obviously she’s good for you. But Sammy…look at how comfortable you are with her, Raph. You adjusted to the whole thing a lot faster than I thought you would.”
Raph gave him a wry grin, bending over to put Sammy down and straightening again, crossing his arms over his chest. “Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?”
Leo nodded. “Yeah, you are.”
“K, well…thanks bro.”
Leo nodded and pulled the door open, wincing as the cold air slapped him in the face. It wasn’t going to be much warmer in the lair. They each had ten blankets for that very reason. Staying here where there were warm beds, and beautiful, entertaining company was far more tempting than going back to a bed that he’d have to wait a half an hour to forty five minutes to warm up. Jealousy shot up in him because he know that each of his brothers would probably be returning to their women tonight and he’d be back at the lair, alone and dreaming of supple, dark skinned curves and a deep, enticing voice. “Let’s go,” he said, his voice sounding pathetic even in his ears.
If Raph noticed, he didn’t say anything, just lead the way out into the cold and up to the rooftop, Mikey and Donnie close behind. Leo nodded to the girls, then went to join them, his deep sigh coming out in a thick cloud of mist in front of him.

*~*~*~*~*~*
An hour later, the four brothers knelt before their sensi in his meditation study. The room was dark, lit only by several pillar candles that had seen better days and were now drowning in their own wax. They’d been sitting in silence for quite a while, watching Splinter pace back and forth behind the table in front of them.
“Dude,” Mikey hissed, leaning close to Raph, “Ya think he’s gonna say anything?”
“Patients, Michelangelo,” Splinter answered. He took a deep breath and faced his sons, a serene smile on his face. “I would like to apologize to you, my sons. I reacted far too quickly after learning of your new friends and I shouldn’t have. The rift formed between you four…I am entirely at fault for that. But I am happy to see, that with the help of your friends, the situation has become nothing more than a passing memory. Now, I’m assuming that these women are more than just friends of yours. I do not need details,” he quickly added when Mikey opened his mouth to speak.
“But it does not take a genius to see that almost all of you have developed a relationship with one of these four women. Fate has brought them into our lives. I feel certain in telling you that there is something…special about these four women. Something that has brought them to you. Do not take this lightly. Our family is not breaking down, it is expanding to welcome others. This is a new path you must all travel on your own. Understand that as your father, I will always be here for you. For now, however, I am suspending any training and schedules. Take this time to find yourselves, to find your hearts….to find the happiness you have all craved for so long. You are free to go my sons.”
There was a sense of elation interlaced with confusion once Splinter stopped talking. On one hand, most of them were excited. They had been given their sensi’s blessing to pursue relationships at their leisure. The brothers exchanged looks, then slowly got up and started to leave.
“Raphael,” Splinter called out, stalling his second oldest son.
The red masked turtle turned slowly, questioning Splinter with an arched brow ridge.
Splinter came around the table, stopping when he was standing directly in front of Raphael. “I wanted to speak to you separate from your brothers. Out of all your brothers, I am happiest for you, my son.” He placed a hand on Raph’s shoulder. “You have been a part of this family, yet struggled finding a place for yourself in this world. I have told you that you are strong, passionate…loyal to a fault. This woman will not fault you. Her strength will match yours, as will her passion.”
Raph couldn’t stop the quick grin that tugged at his lips. He’d already found out several times that day just how much her passion could match his but he was pretty sure that wasn’t the kind of passion Master Splinter was talking about so he quickly schooled his features back into a look of attentiveness.
“There are things in her life that you must understand when the time comes. Fate has not brought her here to hurt you. Fate has brought her here for you. And out of all your brothers, I am most happy for you, Raphael. You deserve the love this woman can give you.”
Raph’s breath caught and he looked uncertainly at Splinter. “Love?”
“Yes, my son. Love. She will give it to you freely and openly but only when you understand it yourself.” Splinter laughed softly, patting his shoulder. “Do not look so afraid, my son. You’ve been outnumbered by foot ninja, faced terror that most in the world would never know. I am certain you can handle this emotion just fine.”
And with those parting words, he left Raph alone to his thoughts. He stared at the floor in front of him, wondering if what Splinter said was true. Would Andrea love him? Could she? Could he love her if he didn’t even understand what the hell love was? He knew he felt something for her. Being away from her right now was driving him crazy enough. Ever since stepping foot in the lair, he’d been anxious to leave again – to get back to Andrea and have his arms around her again.
She’s been so open with him so far – letting him into the ugliness of her past, baring her soul to him willingly, giving him far more insight to who she was then he’d expected. Her friends had said it best. She was an open book. When she looked at him he knew exactly what she was thinking – she was happy with him. But could she really love him? What the hell did he have to give her? Nothing. Not a damn thing. Only him.
“Hey.”
Raph looked up, nodding to Leonardo as he entered.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m just…I dunno.”
Leo released a short laugh. “Yeah, I know how that feels. The whole ‘I dunno’ thing.”
Raph smiled easily at his brother - for once, feeling a peace between them that had never been there before. “What’s your ‘I dunno’ thing.”
Leo went to the wall and sat down, leaning back against it. There were no chairs in Splinters rooms. If you wanted to have a comfortable conversation, it was either lean on a wall and sit, or stand. “Kris,” he stated simply.
Raph joined him, lowering himself to the ground with a long sigh. “Yeah, what’s goin’ on with that exactly?”
Leo ran his hands over his face. “Nothing. That’s the problem. And I’m the one doing the nothing.”
Raph looked at his older brother, grinning. Poor guy had it bad. What he needed was a good beat down to make him come face to face with the truth of what he was feeling. Well, okay…so a beat down is something he would actually benefit from, not Leo. But he could sure try to talk some sense into him. “So why don’t you do somethin’ then?”
“Honor,” Leo said, then made a sound of disgust. “No, not honor. I have no idea why I’m not doing anything. This is all so…” he looked up at the ceiling for a minute, trying to figure out how to say what he was feeling without sounding like a verbal mess. “They’re humans,” he said softly. “They’re humans and they like us. They actually like us. They’re not afraid of us at all. You, Mikey, Donnie…you guys have all walked right into your relationships like it was no big deal.”
“Hey, I might have made it look pretty damn easy, but I tell you what Leo…it sure the fuck wasn’t.” He raised one knee and draped his arm over it. “That first night we met ‘em when Kris dared me to kiss Andrea…I’ve never been so fuckin’ freaked out in my life. But she made it…so easy. It was hard to be afraid of finally havin’ something I’ve wanted for so long when she was right in front of me, showin’ me there wasn’t anything to be afraid of.” He turned to look at Leo. “Give her a chance to show ya, bro.”
“That easy, huh?” Leo asked skeptically.
Raph grinned, standing up and helping Leo to his feet. “Yeah Leo…that easy. Give it a shot. We’re all goin’ back there. Come with us. Take a shot.”
Leo followed his brother out of the Splinters rooms. “If I do…and I miss…I’m comin’ after you.”
“Make sure you knock first. You’re not gonna walk in on what I’m gonna be doin’ to Drea once I get my hands on her again.”
“Jesus, Raph,” Leo groaned, elbowing the red masked turtle hard. “Do me a favor and from now on…leave those comments to yourself.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

The four brothers parted ways on the rooftop to the girls suites late that evening, Donnie going to Christy’s balcony, Mikey, Raph and Leo going to Andrea, Kris and Cateys. Through the glass, they could see the TV was on but the living room and kitchen were dark. Mikey knocked softly and a head popped up over the edge of the couch. It was obvious that whoever it was, she was looking around and trying to remember where she was as if she’d just come out of a light doze. Then she got up and came to the door, a blanket wrapped around herself and her hair slightly mused.
“Hey guys,” Catey greeted softly, opening the door wide to allow them in.
Mikey wasted no time in pulling Catey to him. “Hey there cuteness. Sorry to wake you.”
She gave him a tired smile and snuggled close. “Make it up to me then,” she purred.
Mikey turned a sheepish grin on his brothers. “Night guys. Leo…good luck, man.”
Catey blinked once, then did a double take when she saw Leo standing behind Raph. “Oh, hey Leo. What are you doing here?”
“One guess babe,” Mikey said quietly.
Her brows furrowed and she thought about it for a minute before her sleepy eyes went wide. “Oh! Um, she went to sleep a while ago but hell, if I were you I’d still go for it.”
“Well if you got her blessing,” Raph grinned at Leo. “Like Mikey said…good luck.”
Leo took a deep breath, swallowed hard, then said goodnight to his brothers and Catey before following Catey’s directions to Kris’s room.
Watching him go, Raph shook his head. “Poor guy doesn’t realize just how easy this is gonna be for him.”
Catey snickered and shook her head. “A lot easier than he thinks. She’s been getting pretty anxious. Well, what do you say hun?” Catey looked up at Mikey, giving him a teasing smile. “Ready to turn in?”
“Hell yeah. Night Raph.”
“Night guys,” Raph said. He waited until Catey’s bedroom door was shut, then locked the balcony door and turned the TV off before shuffling back to Andrea’s bedroom. It was open a crack, lamplight tracing a faint line over the carpet. He couldn’t help thinking how peaceful it was, walking into their warm suite to a sleepy Catey, knowing he had a warm bed and an equally warm woman waiting for him. It felt more like home than the lair did right now. He carefully pushed the door open and smiled at what he saw on the other side, his heart clenching in a way that was starting to become common whenever he was around Andrea.
She and Sammy were asleep; Sammy in her little Disney Princess pj’s curled up next to her mom with a little arm around her waist. Andrea was half sitting, reclined against the headboard and a mess of pillows. One arm rested protectively around her daughter, the other laid limp at her side, a forgotten book in her loose grip. She was wearing a pair of glasses, black shorts with a red tank top, and her hair was pulled away from her face in a loose ponytail.
Thinking back on what he’d said to Leo earlier about knocking first, Raph laughed. It looked like getting a little more action from his little ball of sexual energy was the last thing he’d be getting tonight.
He went to the bed and reached down, carefully picking Sammy up. Cradling her slight weight in his arms, he went into her room and put her to sleep in her crib, grabbing the blanket hanging over the crib rail and draping it over her before whispering, “night munchkin.”
Then he returned to Andrea’s room. He took the book and her glasses and set them down on the bedside table, then carefully lifted Andrea and laid her down on the left side of the bed. After throwing a few excess pillows to the floor, he turned off the bedside lamp and laid down beside Andrea. She shifted in her sleep, turning to him and snuggling close.
“Raph?” she whispered.
“Yeah.” He dropped a kiss to her forehead. “It’s me babe. Go back to sleep.”
She was probably out before he’d even spoken the command and he wasn’t far behind.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Leo stood outside Kris’s door, running over the conversation he and Raph had had. He didn’t have anything to be afraid of. Once he’d figured out that his honor had nothing to do with what was stopping him, it was his fear, it was a little easier to face the possibility of a relationship with the amazing woman on the other side of that door. He just…had to get through the damn door first.
He knocked once, surprised to hear a husky “come in” from the other side. She was still awake? Bracing himself and squaring his shoulders, Leo pushed the door open.
She was actually wide awake, sitting on the edge of her bed in a robe, an open notebook on her lap. “Hey there. You look a little flushed. Is it pretty cold out?” she asked, making friendly conversation.
“Freezing.” He kicked off the wide shoes they had all taken to wearing when the snow started and gave her a friendly grin. “What are you still doing up? Cat said you’d turned in a few hours ago.”
“Oh, I was just sitting here…thinking about you. Thinking about how much I needed you,” she said, straight faced.
It took him a while to understand what she meant, that or he didn’t want to believe what he had heard. Soon enough though it sunk in and his eyes went wide, his movements stilled.
“Did I startle you?” she asked. A slow grin, sensual and unreserved curved her full lips. She was through playing games. The straight forward, lust filled creature that had been lurking within her for so long was now free and completely in charge. She stood and crossed the floor to him, slowly, a predator stalking its prey. He didn’t answer, just watched her with those wide, hazy blue eyes. “Come on Leo…aren’t you sick of doing this?”
“Doing what?”
She stifled a sigh. Fine, if he wanted to play clueless she was going to make him pay for it…dearly. “Tip toeing around the truth. You have your honor…I understand that. But there is nothing wrong with taking a woman. Especially when she wants you to.”
Leo swallowed hard, not sure what to think.
“You don’t want me.”
The tone of her voice, the defeated sadness caught him off guard. “No!” he said, a little too quickly, causing that sexy coy smirk to appear on her face again. “No, that’s not it at all Kris. I do but…”
“No buts, Leo. I’m going to make this very hard for you to say no to.”
This time he did give in to the urge to smile. “And how exactly are you going to do that?” Especially considering how hard it was for him to say no right now. He didn’t think she could make it much harder. But he was wrong…oh, so wrong.
With a light chuckle, one that should have warned him something pivotal was about to happen, Kris’s hands went to the belt holding her robe closed. One pull had it undone. Skimming her hands along the collar, she pulled the terry cloth fabric back, revealing bare, and deeply bronzed skin. After that a flash of deep blue stain and then the robe fell away. She stood in front of him, Venus at her most scandalous with nothing to hide her complete naked form from his eyes except the deep blue satin bra and matching, hardly existent thong. “Holy shit,” he breathed.
“That didn’t sound like a no to me,” came her throaty response. “Quite the opposite actually.” A few light footsteps took her to him and she shamelessly reached forward, grabbing his hands and placing them low on her hips. “Do you like what you see, Leonardo?”
He could only manage a nod. Anything more then that was beyond him. She was so soft beneath his rough hands. So soft and so tempting. The contrast amazed him, drew him in, made him realize that he had never wanted to say no to her. “God, I must have been a million different kinds of stupid to come here earlier and not get this close to you.”
Kris laughed, the sweet sound drugging him, pulling him further into the spell. “You could say that.” She slid her arms up his strong biceps, sighing softly, her fingers tracing the contours, feeling the muscles shift beneath the skin. “We haven’t even kissed since that day in the lair. How sad is that?”
Leo blushed, for the first time annoyed by the fact that his honor kept him from doing things he had longed to do. “Pretty sad, considering all my brothers are getting more then I am and they’re all younger.”
“Well, let’s change that then…shall we?” she all but purred, wrapping her arms around his neck.
The heat in the room seemed to intensify as the two stared at each other. Uncertainly lay just below the thick layer of lust, vastly overpowered, not bothering to struggle but lying just within reach of conscious thought so that both of them felt it, both of them knew it was there.
“Come here,” he demanded softly, his eyes ablaze with longing as he reached for her and roughly pulled her to him. She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, biting back a seductive chuckle as she watched his eyes hungrily follow the movement. Another second passed, long…full of awareness and aching need and then her breath caught in her throat as his lips came down on hers, soft and undemanding.
It was a pleasant kiss, more careful then anything, and it wasn’t at all what she wanted. She wanted passion, she wanted him to kiss her with a desperate hunger that would drive her senses from her being and make her feel that pleasant, liquid feeling she’d felt only once before. She needed more so she took it.
She arched her body against his and at the same time parted her lips. It was just what he needed, a vote of confidence on her part and in the proverbial blink of an eye the calm, collected and always considerate Leonardo was gone. In his place was something wild, something deliciously untamed that conquered her lips, pulled enraptured sighs from deep within her, made her crave, made her ache, made her desperate to have him within her.
She pulled away with a gasp and threw her head back, her black hair brushing the arms that now encircled her in a vice like grip. His lips were on her neck, hot and greedy. With teeth and tongue he assaulted her and she was the willing prisoner, bending to his will, her body his to control. When his hands brushed the complex hooks of her bra, she need not even whisper a command. He was already working the hooks free, allowing him to slide the flimsy spaghetti straps off her shoulders, laying kisses in the fabrics wake.
It was only when his lips left her and she felt the cool air touch her exposed skin that she opened her eyes, staring brazenly at the mutant before her. His eyes were dark with passion, staring at her in a way that made her skin feel as if it were on fire. “Is this new for you?” she asked, referring to her half naked state.
He surprised her by grinning, a quick adorable quirk of the lips. “My brother is Raph…what do you think?”
She laughed, throaty, seductive. “This is a bit different from a magazine, Leo.”
“Yeah…you’re far more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen before.”
Her heart melted, as did she and he was there to catch her, his strong arms tightening around her waist, drawing her body up against his as he once again greedily took her mouth.
He broke the kiss seconds after he’d started it, lifting her slightly and lowering his head to take one dusty colored nipple in his mouth, suckling greedily. He worked it over until it was painfully hard, then turned to the other one, lavishing the same attention on it as his hand came up and massaged the one he’d just left. Kris clawed at his back, biting back the groan that ached to be free. Her throat felt tight, her skin blazing hot, the place between her legs, a place no man had ever touched before, was a combination of agonizing pain and pleasure, waiting for Leonardo.
Somehow she ended up on the bed with him half on top of her. How she got there she honestly couldn’t remember but at the moment she was far from caring. Only one thing mattered to her right now. She did, however, manage to wonder how it was that he was so extremely good at what he was doing but that thought soon vanish, as did any others when his mouth closed around her right breast once again, his teeth grazing the taught peak of her nipple. She cried out his name, her hands going to his head, holding him where he was.
She thought it couldn’t get any better, that he couldn’t drive her any closer to mindlessness then she already was. She should have known better. As he lovingly suckled her breast he slid one hand down her stomach, a slow intimate caress that caused the muscles of her stomach to quiver. And then, with no forewarning, he slipped that very hand beneath the lacy fabric of her thong, groaning when he felt how wet with need she was.
When he slid a finger into her there was nothing Kris could do to stop the wild cry that tore from her throat. She arched wantonly against his palm and went stiff when his thumb brushed the tiny nub above where his finger diligently worked her into a frenzy. She could hear her hoarse cries, hear the mindless sentences she managed to mutter about how Andrea had definitely done this act credit in her writing but they sounded far off, almost foreign. Then she felt the coiling, the pleasure tightening deep within her. She reached for it, begging him, sobbing from the deep, intense ecstasy that filled her soul. Suddenly and with a forcefulness that startled her, she toppled over the edge and shattered, a low silky moan passing her full lips.
“Oh…oh my,” she whispered, floating back down to earth. Her body felt weightless and languid, a sensation that she reveled in.
Watching her with fascination, Leo grinned smugly. He was going to do that to her a lot in the future, as many times as he possibly could, that was for sure. He took a deep breath, trying to gain a little composure over his raging hormones. Her scent assailed him, musky, exotic, so painfully sexy that he couldn’t stop the groan that slipped past his lips.
Slowly, her vivid green eyes opened. “How?”
“The truth?” Leo asked, keeping a vice-like reign on his control to keep himself from slamming into her and taking what he wanted.
“Sure.”
He didn’t blush this time but the smug grin remained firmly in place. “Day after I met you I kind of…got a hold of one of my brother’s magazines and started doing a little research.”
She chuckled softly and stretched. “Remind me to thank Raph.” The languid feeling was quickly ebbing, leaving in its place that same deep ache, the thing that craved much more then what he had given her. “But now, my darling turtle…it’s my turn to please you.”
Her body was thrumming with energy and feminine power, only increased by the look of surprise that crossed his face. So he wasn’t expecting her to return the favor? Good, that would make it that much more fun. Pushing herself up, she twisted onto her side and forced him back on the bed. “Relax, you’re going to love this.”
He did as she asked, looking slightly unsure. She would soon remedy that. He wouldn’t be thinking about anything at all in a few seconds. With slow, graceful movements she moved on top of him, straddling his waist, running her hands over his smooth plastron. “Do you feel anything when I do that?” she asked curiously.
He made a humming noise of affirmation and she smiled devilishly. This was going to be much more fun then she had first thought it was going to be. Payback was something she fully believed in. Placing a hand on either side of his head, she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on his lips, running her tongue over his bottom lip before she nipped gently at it, giving him only a taste of herself before pulling away and moving to his neck. The skin was soft and warm there and she was pleased to feel his pulse race beneath her lips.
She continued her ministrations until he emitted a soft moan, then, with no inhibitions what so ever, she moved one hand to his side where the skin was exposed. He jumped once and she laughed, enjoying herself. “Didn’t I tell you to relax?” she asked, moving her hand lower.
“Trying…not easy,” he gasped. She was driving him crazy and she knew it. That knowledge only proved to make his need to take her ten times worse then it already was but he was going to be fair and let her have her way, even if it drove him insane. He had to admit, if he was going to lose his mind, he was going to have a hell of a lot of fun doing it. “By the way…how are you…” his voice died off in a pained hiss as her nimble fingers slipped under the edge of his shell.
Another low, throaty chuckle. “I’m creative Leo, I can figure this out.”
And she did, god did she ever. She found what ached most and caressed it with cool, tapered fingers. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He had to bite back a low growl when she increased the pressure, at the same time using the tip of her tongue on his neck. It was madness and he gave into it willingly, calling out her name, taking a full breast in his hand and trying to return the favor. And suddenly it was too much, he couldn’t take any more foreplay. He roughly flipped her onto her back, ignoring her startled cry and kissed her. He deepened the kiss immediately, his tongue warring with hers, his teeth grazing her bottom lip, biting down gently. Soon enough she was squirming beneath him, her body becoming persistent in its demands.
With an impatient yank, he tore away the last remaining undergarment, pausing long enough to look thoughtfully into her eyes. They were fogged with passion, need burning in their depths like an eternal flame. “Kris-.”
“Now Leo…please, I can’t take any more waiting.” As if to prove her point, she wrapped her legs low around his waist and pulled him close, her arms sliding around his neck. “Make me yours.”
How could he possibly resist? Her body lay beneath him, glorious in its sun kissed nakedness, a fine sheen of perspiration making it glow all the more. Her scent enveloped him in a world of erotic intentions. She was all female, a goddess sent to earth to wreak havoc on his senses. Pulling the blankets up around them, concealing them in a sensual cocoon of warmth, he dropped his head, placing a slow, achingly tender kiss upon her lips. “You know…this is my first time,” he admitted without shame.
The smile she gave him was dazzling, going straight to his heart. “Mine too.”
And he knew sweeter words could have never been spoken. He was a lucky turtle, the luckiest alive in his opinion. So, with a tenderness he never knew he possessed, her took her, slowly, allowing her body to adjust to his, stifling her small cry of pain with his mouth, groaning into the sweet confines as her tight heat hugged his length.
The ache subsided, quickly being replaced with a lust that resembled an inferno, sweeping over her, through her, claiming her body as much as Leonardo did. With a tiny sigh of absolute pleasure, Kris started moving with him, then started to demand more, her legs clamping around his waist, her hands clawing at him, her body arching to meet his, to drive it on, to drive him mindless with passion.
“Jesus Kris,” he grounded out between clenched teeth. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Trust me Leo,” she purred, her heated gaze catching and holding his. “I’m far from hurting. This would be the time you stop holding back.”
He stared at her a moment longer, his movements stilling, then a devious grin curved his lips and his hand traveled the length of her arm, circling her wrist. It tightened suddenly, dragging the limb up above her head and pinning it to the pillows.
“Might want to be careful what you ask for,” he warned, his low voice so full of suggestion that it caused the ache deep within her to intensify.
“I know exactly what I’m asking for,” she responded in a throaty whisper.
“Good.” His mouth came down hard on hers and he drove into her. “I’m going to make damn sure that you don’t walk straight for a week.”
He grabbed one of the legs that circled his waist, pulling it up further and allowing himself a deeper angle to pleasure her. Kris’s back arched violently and a hoarse scream left her. He plunged deeper, harder, ruthless in what he was doing, driving her to mindless oblivion faster and faster.
“Oh my God…Leo…” she sobbed, thrashing her head back and forth on the pillow. It was almost too much - the pleasure-pain he was giving her, the way he was commanding her body to respond to his. She was his willing slave, only here to please him, to be pleased by him.
“That’s right baby,” he murmured harshly in her ear, his hot breath caressing his skin before his teeth sank into the tender flesh, marking her. “Tell me how much you want me.”
She nodded, tears of pleasure coursing down her cheeks. “More than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.” He reached between them, finding the over-sensitive nub of flesh and rubbing it with his thumb.
She called out his name, her voice hoarse from her cries and once again the moment was there. The sweet coiling, the intense build of erotic pleasure. She teetered on the edge, knowing it would be so much better this time and yet she waited, waited for him. When she felt his muscles tense, heard the sudden catch in his breath, she allowed herself to fall, taking him with her.
Her name spilled from his lips and his from hers, the words fading into the humid air that had filled the room. When Leo collapsed on top of her she welcomed the weight, holding him close, a smile of content pleasure curving her full lips. When she was able to catch her breath, she managed to whisper, “You’re mine now sweetheart.”’
He laughed softly, the sound a bit breathless. “I always was yours Kris.”
Kris hummed her approval, her hands caressing his neck and shoulders. “Okay, I have to ask. Where the hell did that come from?”
Leo propped himself up on an elbow, brushing her bangs out of her face, then rubbing his thumb slowly back and forth over her cheek bone, loving the flushed look on her face. She was a woman who had very obviously been pleased, and he’d been the one to do it. “Well, during my time of stupid I stupid and the one night I spent in the lair…It wasn’t a whole lot of fun being alone and knowing that each of my brothers was out there getting laid. Every lonely hour I spent fantasizing about you. That, my beautiful Hawaiian goddess, was a little pent up tension.”
“Aw, so that was a onetime deal?” she pouted.
Leo grinned and nipped at her neck playfully. “The fact that it was both our first times…yes. That was a onetime deal.”
“And the fact that you were so wonderfully untamed?”
“That you get whenever you want, however many times you want.”
Kris laughed softly, pulling him close and rubbing her lips against his. “Now you’re talkin’. You’ve got some time to make up for.”
“Feel free to remind me whenever you want to.”
“Oh trust me, Leonardo, I will.”
She yawned hugely, stretching against him like a content cat. Now that she’d been beyond satisfied, she was incredibly, incredibly tired. “Leo, I think I’m going to fall asleep on you,” she murmured, her eyes drifting shut.
Leo smiled softly, pulling her warm, supple body against his and feeling his heart swell with emotion as she snuggled up to him. She was such a wonderful, beautiful, patient creature. He would spend every waking moment making sure she knew just how much she meant to him. No more friendly encounters, no more cat and mouse. She was his and he was going to make sure it stayed that way. He knew he was going to fall for her, headlong and hard. And he welcomed it. There was no one else in the world he would ever want as much as he wanted Krsiti – body, mind and soul.
Her breathing evened out and he looked down, seeing that she was fast asleep. He tucked a thick strand of midnight black hair behind her ear, and then brushed a kiss against her temple. It wasn’t long before he joined her, the vision of her in such peaceful slumber proving to be too much.
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