Your POV
"Just let me look at it (Y/N)."
"It's just a scratch, it's nothing to be concerned about."
"Seriously? You're limping, just let me see it." Of course the genius got his way. I came to the lair with a pain in my leg causing me to limp slightly. I didn't bring it up, as it didn't cause me too much distress, but since I entered the lair, the purple clad ninja had been trying to get me to let him look it over. Already, we were stationed in the lab, so he just helped me up on the desk.
"It's nothing bad Donnie, I'll be fine." He rolled his eyes with a smile plastered on his face. He began to roll up my pant leg, only to see it wouldn't go past my knee. He rolled it back down, and helped me off the desk. He gestured towards the waistline of my pants.
"May I?" I knew he wouldn't give up about my limp, so I nodded. He unbuttoned my jeans, then helped me back up on the table. He began to remove the clothing. I looked away from him. He was simply checking my leg's wellbeing, nothing more. Right? He lifted the leg in pain, running his hand across my inner thigh checking for impurities. I closed my eyes still turning my head slightly. 'He's just looking it over. He has no other intentions. Though if he did, who am I to complain?' My thoughts began to wonder about those "Other intentions," and I began to loose myself.
"It's a little swollen, do you have an idea of what caused it?" His voice had brought me out of my dirty thoughts, though he was still running his hand across my leg.
"Uh, no, I, no. I don't know." He stopped looking about my leg, and looked up to me. I leaned back on the table against my hands, and look down myself to the confused teen.
"Are you alright? D-Did I hurt you? You seem, off." He stood from his crouched position to look me in the eyes. Our eyes locked, and I couldn't seem to look away. He blushed and looked down from my eyes. His blush deepened and he let out a short, lighthearted smirk. I pulled myself off the table no longer wanting to wait, and kissed the turtle. He wasn't even shocked as if he saw it coming, or was wanting it just as much. The thoughts came back as to just what I could do to him, with him, but I couldn't bring myself to do anything else. Was I embarrassed or nervous? I couldn't tell you, but he didn't seem to have a problem. He pushed me against the table, causing me to bend back. He leaned over me, pushing my hands above my head. He already had my pants off, now to get him to remove the rest.