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- 1-Central Park
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Dedicated to… well… you know who you are. ;) Thanks for the vacation…

Central Park was not the place to be walking around in the middle of the night. She sometimes wondered if the people who were stupid enough to come in here after sunset, alone and unarmed, really did have a death wish. Being stupid was a crime in this city, and the penalty was quite often death. But she didn’t particularly feel endangered. Hell, it would take a lot more than a drunk thug with a knife to pose a threat to her now, and she knew it. And if anyone did decide to attack her… well, that would fall under another category of “stupidity”.

She squeezed Donatello’s hand gently, squinting into the darkness as the rain misted against heces.ces. He raised their joined hands and kissed the back of hers lightly, continuing to walk slowly along the path. He still hadn’t decided if he liked the rain. It wasn’t particularly cold, but the occasional gust of wind sent shivers down his spine. He could feel her body tremble slightly when it did, and it had him worried. His eyes turned to her, and he frowned slightly.
“Are you okay?” he questioned. “You want to go home?”
She glanced back at him and offered a broad smile, squeezing his hand tighter. “Oh, no, Don, it’s okay. I like the rain. S’just a chilly wind is all.”
He studied her for a moment, and let it go as she leaned in to kiss his cheek. They turned, and started into an open space of the park. Not only was the wind coming straight at them now, but there were no trees to block it. He watched as her head lowered, shielding her face as a particularly strong gust hit them. Her hair whipped up and around, stinging her face with the thin strands. She should’ve brought a jacket. But she’d known the rain itself was bathwater warm and she didn’t think that…
The thought was cut off by an arm wrapping around her shoulders. He pulled her closer, and she smiled as she relaxed against him. Through his trench coat, it didn’t offer all that much warmth, but it somehow seemed to warm her in a different way. It felt good to be close to him. She felt sheltered, protected. It was funny, but she fully believed that she could walk through the worst part of town at two in the morning, and have nothing to fear if he was with her. She’d seen him in action only with his brothers, never in a real-life fight. But if he could take on the three of them, who were all just as well-trained as he was, how could she not have full faith in his abilities to take on anyone who should happen to threaten her?
She looked up, watching as a couple with an umbrella passed by them, laughing and falling into each other. Donatello’s eyes followed, but he didn’t otherwise ackndge dge them. They were probably drunk, from the looks of it. Not that it was any of his business. As long as they weren’t bothering him, he could care less if they were drunk or high or otherwise uninhibited. He ignored them, squeezing her shoulder tightly as he turned to kiss her damp hair. She smiled and tilted her head, bringing her lips to the underside of chi chin in return.
A bicycle passed, and a man with a child in a raincoat splashed through the puddles, but no attention was given to the two figures huddled against each other as they walked. Donatello watched, well aware of his surroundings even as his mind wandered far away. He wasn’t sure exactly how he’d ended up here. It had started with a need to get out of the lair, away from the bickering that seemed to invade and conquer his mind, making it totally impossible to think. He’d gone to her apartment and from there… well, it had seemed like a good idea at the time. And maybe it still was. But he couldn’t help but be slightly worried when he saw her curl up like that.
The wind was broken by a thick set of trees and they slowed, no longer rushing to get to shelter. He brushed her hair back from her face and she looked up at him. “You sure you’re okay?”
She smiled and reached up to touch the side of his face. “I’m fine, Donny,” she whispered. “If I wasn’t, I’d tell you.”
“Okay, well… I just wanted to make sure is all.”
She leaned in closer and kissed his cheek. Again. He worried about her way too much. But in a way, it was kind of cute. It made her feel cared for, and she knew she was. “I’m fine,” she assured him. “I promise. This is nice.”
He smiled, finally allowing her to convince him, and nodded slightly. He hugged her tighter for just a moment, then his eyes moved away, scanning the area around him carefully. He looked for any signs that they weren’t completely alone. Nothing moved, except the leaves in the trees and the rain hitting the park around them.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
He turned and shot her a questioning, amused look. “Hmm?”
“You look like you’re expecting something to jump out at us. Do you hear something?”
He smiled faintly, reassuringly, and shook his head. “No, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”
His defenses didn’t lower, but he made an effort to mask them as they continued walking. He wasn’t worried, just cautious. This place was unprotected. The darkness was comforting, but the rain blurred his vision. His senses were unreliable. It was instinctive to implement that higher level of awareness. He’d been trained that way from the time he was a kid.
A bench along the side of the path caught his eye, and he stopped. “You wanna sit down?”
She followed his gaze, and smiled slightly. “Yeah.”
Before he had a chance to walk toward the bench, she’d already found something else more interesting. “Oh!”
She grabbed his arm and begun leading him away from it. He looked, trying to figure out where she was taking him, and his eyes came to rest on a shortcut through the trees, and a tall structure behind it. She skipped toward it, over the wet grass, dragging him by the arm. It took a moment for his eyes to make out what it was she was taking him to, and he hesitated. “Um… wait a minute… You really think…?”
“Relax,” she laughed, flashing him a smile. “There’s no one here at this time of night. Especially in the rain. Come on.”
She let go of him and turned to dart out into the open area beyond the trees. The wind had died down, at least for a moment, and she seemed unaffected by it as she scrambled up the steps of the playground structure. He looked around carefully before following her at a swalkwalk. She perched at the top of a long metal slide and looked down at him as he positioned himself at the bottom of it. “You know, technically there is a curfew here,” he reminded her.
She smiled. “I know… You think we’ll get arrested?” Her voice held a hint of danger and excitement, and he wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about it.
“Well, no, but…”
He cut off as he watched her come down the slide and took a step back as she reached the bottom of it. Her knees touched his as she lay back on the metal slab. An involuntary smile crossed his lips as she stretched out. He wasn’t sure if the pose was meant to be seductive… but it was, at any rate. He crossed his arms as he watched her for a moment. She winked at him, then sat up. Her hands went to his hips for balance, nearly pulling him over on top of her as she sprang to her feet. He dropped one foot back and spread them apart to steady himself, his arms circling her waist instinctively.
“Come on,” she urged. “Learn to have a little fun.”
He smiled. “Watching you is fun enough.”
She rolled her eyes at the pathetic attempt at justification, but continued to smile as she pushed him back. “Tag! You’re it.”
His stance was still strong, but he was caught off guard as she scrambled back away from him. He couldn’t help but laugh. She was so spontaneous. He guessed that was probably what he loved about her. It was so unlike his own way. Not that she was irresponsible or anything, but she was just so… free. There didn’t seem to be a whole lot of structure in her life, and she liked it that way. That kind of immediacy was something he loved.
He tried to grab her, but missed. He stared for a moment, not entirely sure what to say or do about her statement. He could remember a few times, playing tag. He clearly remembered it as a contact sport. And he’d always paid dearly for it later, when something in the house was broken or someone ended up getting hurt. He’d never really been into those kinds of games in the first place. It was something to do when he was bored, but he’d been much fonder of the board and strategy games. But somehow, chasing her around a dark playground in the rain held a different sort of intrigue for him.
She spun and bent down with her hands on her knees, raising one hand to beckon him with her finger. After a moment of hesitation, he started toward her. She skipped back a few steps, then turned and ran, splashing through puddles of muddy rainwater as she headed around the opposite side of the play structure.
She was already up the steps and into the wooden maze by the time he reached the outer edge of it. He scanned the area, easily found the exits and entrances, and darted up the slide closest to her. She stood at the top, feigning annoyance as she glared at him for a moment. “You’re supposed to go down the slide, Donny,” she chastised, skipping back and up a few more steps. “Didn’t you ever play Chutes and Ladders?”
He considered that for a brief moment as he reached the top of the slide and swung under the bar. “Actually, I’ve never played that particular board game.”
She was still trying to figure out if that was meant to be an excuse as he darted up the steps between them and onto the long platform. Ahead of him, she crossed the swinging, rope and wood bridge and spun to see how close he was. Too close for comfort. The bridge rocked as he stepped onto it and stopped, a smile creeping across his face. She jumped back and circled a half wall sticking up out of the floor, strategically placing it between them. But it wouldn’t deter him, and she knew it. She jumped back, scrambling to get down the slide before he vaulted over the top of it.
There was no time to sit down and go down the slide the right way. She scrambled down it in a crawl and took off running. He didn’t bother with the slide. The seven foot drop wasn’t enough to hinder him, and he sprang off the side of the structure, landing crouched. He was back on his feet in an instant, running after her.
They were well away from anything that resembled a trail when he finally caught up. She laughed, offering a half-hearted attempt at pushing him away as he grabbed her arms. She only managed to lose her footing, and grabbed his shoulders as she fell. His arm circled her waist to catch her, but he realized too late that they were on a slope – with wet grass, no less – and he wasn’t going to be able to steady himself, much less her. His feet slipped, and he threw his weight back so that he wouldn’t land on her. Instead, he crashed down hard on his back, and she fell not-so-gracefully on top of him. She laughed. He wasn’t exactly sure what was so amusing, but he laughed with her anyways. He just… felt good. He felt like laughing. He needed to laugh. The high stress of his day-to-day existence had been wearing on him for quite some time now, and it was good to just let go and be free with her. No responsibilities, no worries just… playing. Like children.
They rolled, with no real grace or form of movement, down the little hill, dodging trees along the way. By the time they reached the bottom, they were covered in warm mud. He felt the mud, the rain, the humidity that seemed to hang in the air around him. Somewhere, he could hear leaves rustling, but the wind didn’t touch them here. A wall of trees hid them. The cold had faded, replaced with the feeling of warm excitement that came from her roaming hands.
He realized his jacket was open. Her hands had slipped inside of it and were running up, along his sides. She reached his shoulders and massaged gently for a moment and he realized that he was touching her as well. It was instinctive; he hadn’t begun it consciously. But his hands were against her sides, underneath her drenched shirt. She kissed him deeply, probing at his mouth, and he felt excitement stir inside of his emotions. His body was already going through the motions that it knew felt right, completely on its own. And it took a moment for his brain to catch up.
She reached up, and he felt her wet fingers slide over his cheek. For a moment, the world around him seemed surreal. Was he dreaming this? But no, it was too real… so much clearer than it could ever be in any fantasy. He could feel the rain sprinkle down around him, covering him in a thin sheen of dew that warmed quickly as it touched his skin. He could smell the scent of nature in the park, so out of place in the middle of high-rise New York. He could taste the humidity in the air as he breathed in deep … and their lips met again, hard and passionate. He could feel her, smell her, taste her… and his body was more than willing before his brain even figured out what the hell was happening.
“I want to make love to you.” Her lips brushed his as she spoke, sending a jolt of excitement like electricity shooting through him. “Here. Now.”
She watched his eyes as she waited for an answer he couldn’t seem to make his lips form. Blood stirred in his groin, paralyzing him in a feeling of warm excitement. Finally, he managed a slight nod. She smiled, raising her fingers to brush along his lips again. They trailed down to his neck, caressing the top of his plastron. “Do you want me?” she whispered.
He rolled her onto her back and she gasped slightly as the cold, rain-covered grass soaked through her shirt. He used one hand to brace himself over her, the other moving slowly up her side. The texture of the wet T-shirt against his fingers was smooth. He moved up slowly, along the outside of her shirt. He could feel exactly where the lower band of her bra began. His exploration stopped there, and he paid attention for a moment to the way her fingers moved over his body, trailing down, tracing along the edge of his shell, her nails tickling lightly at his skin. Tiny shivers ran down his spine as she moved down along his side. He could feel himself hardening underneath his shell, pushing up painfully against the smooth inside of it.
She smiled up at him, curling her fingers under the lip of his plastron and tickling the thin, fragile skin there. His eyes slid closed involuntarily and a slight moan escaped his lips. It was brought to a stop only by the realization that they really couldn’t do this here. Not in a place that was so… unprotected. But then again, wherever they had ended up did indeed seem quite sheltered. He could hear the wind in the trees, but he couldn’t feel it. And as for the chances of a random passer by “walking in” on them… Well, how many women had been raped in Central Park in the last year? Certainly more than he wished to think about. And interruptions were rare. They were well away from the trail…
He struggled to justify what his body was screaming at him to do; what it was already doing, with or without his approval. She didn’t seem at all affected by the fact that they were out in public. Or at least, out near public. Her eyes remained locked on his as she traced along his belt, and fingered the clasp lightly, teasing him. “You gonna tell me no, lover?” she teased, breathing against his lips as it unfastened.
The thought had crossed his mind, but it was long gone now. Keeping his senses on moderately high alert, he leaned down toward her and brought their lips together. They kissed, long and slow and deep, and his hand ran back down to slip underneath her shirt this time. Her skin was warm, and the wet shirt against the back of his hand cooled quickly as it was separated from her body. She licked his lips as she pulled back slowly, her hands reaching the lower regions of his plastron.
A quiet moan escaped his lips. The pressure against the inside of his shell was increasing, and she was still fully clothed. He pulled his hand back, and sat up straight, freeing his other arm. She watched as he ran his hands up the front of her body, drawing the shirt up over the top of his hands and baring her skin. Tiny drops of rain tickled her stomach, and he leaned down to lick them off of her, his hands moving to cup her breasts over the top of the bra. She let him explore, shivering as his warm, wet tongue circled her navel and moved up toward the center of her chest.
He pulled away and she sat up beside him, letting the shirt fall back down over his hands. Her touches moved over hiastrastron toward his shoulders, memorizing the texture of his body as he touched her breasts through her bra. He seemed more than willing to help her with his jacket, and the strap that came over his shoulder and held his weapon. All of it fell to the ground behind him and her arms circled his neck, pulling him down with her again.
When she turned, he rolled with her, allowing her to pin him. She straddled his thighs, unable to get her legs spread around his shell, and ran her fingers through her wet hair to keep it back. Her hand trailed down, over her neck, her chest, her stomach… He swallowed hard as she flashed him a smile, gripped the bottom of her shirt, and whisked it over her head.
His hands moved to her immediately, circling her waist and pulling her down on top of him. Her head lowered to kiss along his jaw rather than his lips, and he let her continue, his eyes sliding closed. Stripped of the jacket now, he could feel the cool rain against his arms, his face, his legs. Her warm body pressed against every place the rain didn’t touch, confusing his nerves.
He felt her move up and down, rubbing against his lower plates with her body. He knew she was still wearing her jeans. He could feel the scrape of her belt buckle send a strange sort of vibration that didn’t feel exactly right. But that didn’t really matter to the instinctive part deep inside of him that was screaming for relief from the pressure. He relaxed his muscles, allowing his shaft to drop down between his thighs.
She pulled back and smiled down on him, her hair falling down like a curtain around them. Even in the darkness, he could see her eyes glint with excitement. She slid her arms beneath his neck, leaning down to kiss him as his hands moved up and down her back. He found the clasp of her bra and struggled with it for a moment before he finally managed to get it undone. He’d come to the conclusion long ago that his fingers were just too thick and too few to snap it open like she could. But after a moment of trying, it separated. He moved his hands up to her shoulders and guided the straps off of them.
She kissed him once more, then pulled away to let the bra slip off her arms. She took the opportunity to look down, and smiled as she saw that he was fully extended. He braced, knowing full well where her eyes were lingering, and breathed out slow as her warm hands came down and circled his shaft. She pulled gently with one hand, the other hand slipping back to cup his balls. A deep sigh escaped his lips as she stroked along sensitive flesh, then pressed her thumb down on the tip, rubbing in small circles. “Mmm… yeah…”
She watched him, smiling as his lips parted and he began to make slight moaning sounds with every exhaled breath. She didn’t want to push him too far too fast, but it was good to see him so worked up. Her fingers were lubricated with the thick drops of fluid that had already begun to seep from his body. She could tell he was trying not to squirm as she peeled back the foreskin and let the cool air touch the incredibly sensitive skin hidden beneath it.
His moan turned to a low, intermittent churring deep in his throat. She smiled knowingly and ran her fingernail lightly down the narrow, exposed slit, coaxing him. He jumped, muscles tensing involuntarily, a gasped breath stopping the sound abruptly. It came back, though - louder, more demanding - and he closed his eyes tight as she teased the very tip of his penis with slow, incredibly light touches.
She moved off of his legs, one hand working to unfasten her belt and jeans, the other sliding down to rub his shaft. The purr in his throat continued, fading in and out in its intensity as she slipped out of her pants, taking her panties down with them in the same move. H. His head turned to the side, a broad smile on his face as he realized what she’d just done. Her legs were bare now, and they pressed against the inside of his shins as she moved down his body. Her warm breasts heated his thighs as he spread his legs for her exploration.
She breathed in deep, drawing in the scent of him as she kissed up along his thighs. Hot pinpricks of excitement sparked as she made her way up toward his plastron. The low thrum in the back of his throat remained steady as light, gentle kisses fell over sensitive, vulnerable skin. She smiled. She loved the way that he sounded, the way she knew he couldn’t really control it if he wanted to. The fact that she was turning him on, making him want her, making him ready. She moved up along his shaft, resisting the urge to lick and taste him, and brought her tongue over the exposed tip just once, lapping away the precum that was still gathering. A quiet, satisfied moan escaped her own lips as she drank in his familiar flavor. She lingered there for a moment, kissing and sucking, but making sure that her lips were still only lightly touching his burning flesh. She could feel the blood stir beneath her fingers as he gasped.
The wind rustled the trees above them, and thick drops that had been gathering on the leaves suddenly rained down. She relaxed as they pounded her bare back, and smiled. One of her hands left his shaft and moved up to his plastron, nails scraping over the narrow grooves in the shell. He shuddered, his hips arching up toward her slightly. She kissed a trail back down his length, and he felt her hand guide it to the side…
Her lips closed around the tip of his tail. Every muscle in his body tensed and he moaned in abandon. Her tongue snaked out further, up along the ribbed skin, along nerves that sprang to life at her touch. He gasped as she sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the places that sent intense pleasure shooting through his body. His hands moved down on their own accord and he buried his fingers in her hair. One hand moved from the back of her head, and brushed hers as he instinctively reached for his cock. A low hum vibrated against his tail as she acknowledged his intentions. She pulled back and let him grip himself, then closed her fingers over his. She guided him with slow, deep strokes, running her tongue and teeth up and down the ribbed surface of his tail. He groaned loudly, and she pulled away to kiss him once more before moving her mouth back to his shaft.
She stopped, and he took the hint to pull his hand away, letting her look at him. A slight smile crept across her face. He was impressively large, in length as well as thickness. His fingers twined in her hair, massaging her scalp as she touched him gently, her thumb dipping into the dew that had gathered again. “Mmm… yes… Mmmmrrrrr….”
She smiled as the low purring faded in and out like a magnetized audiotape. Her fingers circled him and she squeezed gently as she wrapped her lips around his head and sucked him in. He tensed up, the uncontrollable sound beginning a crescendo that faded back out only when she released him again a moment later. His brow furrowed in a mix of excitement and intense sexual frustration. She was teasing him. He loved it.
Moaning softly, she licked his penis from the head to the base and down to his balls. He drew in a ragged breath, the steady thrum burning in his throat as she opened her mouth and sucked them, one at a time, before licking her way back up his shaft to the head. The pleasure flowing through his body engulfed him completely, and threatened to drown him where he lay.
Her tongue slid along his length as she took him into her mouth. Her hands ran up the outside of his thighs and held his hips, massaging gently. Her eyes slid closed, and she relaxed the muscles in her throat, then swallowed him. His head tossed back as he felt the hot, tight sheath close over him. She gave herself a moment to adjust, then began moving slowly, sucking him in and pushing him out again. She pressed her fingers into his flesh as she pulled him forward to meet her mouth. His moans interrupted the purr coming from his throat, the pleasure of two separate species coming together in one continuous sound.
Shlledlled away slowly as she felt his release grow closer. She wasn’t ready to push him over the edge just yet. Realizing he still held handfuls of hair, he let her go reluctantly, shuddering as his body realized it wasn’t time yet. But oh, how he wanted it to be…
He looked up at her as she moved higher up his thighs, still straddling him. She looked so fragile, her body soft and delicate under his callused hands. He didn’t want to hurt her… but he needed her badly. Grasping her hips firmly, he sat up and took her mouth in a furious kiss. He came to an abrupt pause, unprepared for the faint taste of his juice that lingered there. She laughed to herself, the vibrations humming against his lips as he continued.
He was impatient… That wasn’t like him. It amused her, and was exciting at the same time. She loved getting him hot like this… She put her hands on his shoulders and firmly pushed him down into the wet grass again, capturing his mouth with hers, silencing him instantly. It was only then that she realized her own need. The kiss was raw, urgent, and full of the intense passion that flowed through her.
Her tongue felt soft and wet against the inside of his mouth. Reaching down between their bodies, she took his hard shaft in her hand and began stroking it again, reveling in the way he moaned and writhed beneath her. She angled her hips and slid his cock along the wetness between her legs, teasing him mercilessly. He thrust upward, trying to drive into her, but she pulled back.
She continued, dragging him slowly through her wet folds, using his sensitive head to stimulate her own aching nerves until both were gasping. His hands clutched at her hips trying to force her closer. Slowly she sat up, one hand on his chest to steady herself. The other hand positioned him as she slid down over his penis, taking him in inch by inch, moaning at the sensation as her tight inner muscles stretched to accommodate him. They both groaned, simultaneously, as she began to move back and forth, methodically grinding her hips into his. The trees rustled again, the leaves spraying them with rain. She sat up again, throwing her head back and allowing the thick drops to pound her face. She was hot, more than ready, and she could feel her orgasm approaching quickly.
Her movements, at first slow and measured, became faster as he began to thrup iup into her, together they moved faster and more urgently. One large hand grasped her hip, the strong thick fingers of the other reaching her clitoris, rotating, building the tension. Her lips parted as she gasped air, and the raindrops ran past her lips. Bringing his hips up off the ground, he thrust upward to meet her body as she came down.
He grabbed her by the hips and held her tightly, pressing his fingers deep into her flesh as he pulled her down to meet him. With one final thrust, he pulled her down, burying himself to the hilt, and held her there while she exploded around him. She held back a scream, not wanting to draw attention to herself, but her nails clawed along his plastron. He held her trembling body firmly in place, not allowing her to move until her orgasm subsided. Then in one swift movement, he flipped her onto her back. He moved with her, tracing the outline of her face and pushing his fingers back through her hair. He could feel her hands explore along his face and neck as well.
He thrust into her again, deeper, and her fingernails dug into his shoulders as her legs wrapped around him, silently encouraging him to continue. He felt her back arch off the ground, pushing her breasts into his plastron as she came close again. He hadn’t let her come all the way back down yet, and he knew it. His eyes remained locked on her, excitement stabbing through his emotions as he briefly wondered if she would come a second time. She answered his silent question a moment later, screaming as her muscles tensed and released around him.
His thrusts became hard and fast as he felt his own release approaching rapidly. This time, he let it come, not trying to hold it back. Her hands moved down, over his sides and then between them, and she massaged at his lower plates as he pounded into her. His body stilled suddenly, and stiffened as he exploded, emptying his seed deep inside her. She pressed up into him, driving him deeper, a laugh starting somewhere deep inside of her and fighting its way to the surface. As he pumped against her, she let it escape, and laughed out loud as he collapsed on top of her, bracing his weight, his breath hot and heavy against her throat.
He felt her arms tighten around him as they lay in the relative silence, interrupted only by the sound of her quiet laughter and the gentle breezes ugh ugh the trees. Both seemed to die down, and he felt her lips on his shoulder. He realized how much weight he probably had on her, and lifted himself, turning to his side. She stared up at him from her back, smiling faintly as his fingers trailed down the center of her body. “You okay?” he whispered.
She nodded. “I feel great, Donny; thank you.”
He smiled and gathered her closer to him, guiding her head to his shoulder. Her arm stretched across his plastron and fingers slipped into the space between the two parts of his shell. He kissed her wet hair and closed his eyes as the first rumble of thunder sounded overhead.
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