Inspired by the picture by lorna-ka on deviantart: art/Moment-339530076
The warmth of the light from the sun kissed Donatello's skin, wrapping him in a warm blanket that summer created. The mutant stretched his legs and wiggled his toes, enjoying the calming feeling stretching brought.
Donatello glanced at the papers and textbooks in front of him on the carpet of the dojo, the sun from the broken concrete in the roof shining down on him and the papers. He turned and locked his eyes on the petite figure of April O'Neil beside him.
The teenager continued to type away, a smile on her face. He had agreed to help her with some projects, and because of him, they had nearly finished the projects in an hour. Most of the research papers and the like they had finished were neatly stacked and ready to be turned in.
At first April had only focused working on her own, but with how slow it could be, she was happy to have Donatello help in any way he could. And even though some of the work was bland and vague, he enjoyed the time spent with the red head.
Donatello knew he should look away...but he couldn't. It was times like those where he felt like the world could do no harm. Like he didn't have a care in the world and that it was just him and April, enjoying the sun and whatever came their way together.
The mutant sighed and gained the nerve to lean in, resting his head against hers. He nuzzled his nose and the bridge between his eyes into her temple. He could feel April stop typing as a blush crept onto his face, but he was too content to pull away.
April turned her head slightly and nuzzled back. Donatello closed his eyes and sighed, enjoying how warm April felt against his skin. She could say anything right then, but Donatello knew she wouldn't. There wasn't really anything TO be said. It was just him, her, and a world that could wait while they had their moment.
A few minutes later, April turned her head back and began typing once more. Donatello straightened his posture, a smile on his lips. He picked up the paper he had been reading before but couldn't quite comprehend the words on the page, his mind on the beautiful red head beside him.
Times like those he felt content. Safe. Happy. No...happy was an understatement. He leaned his shoulder against her arm and she leaned back, both of them continuing to focus on the work at hand.
A quote popped into Donatello's head that he had once read in a book long forgotten when he was a child but stuck to his mind all those years. It was Hilary Cooper that had said: "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."
Donatello felt his smile ease into a grin. He couldn't agree more with the quote. He could spend his life counting the days that sped by with the company of his brothers, Splinter, and April...but with the red head, what really made life special wasn't the days spent together, but rather the moments they were able to have that took his breath away.