April caressed the back of Donnie's head tenderly. They had all fallen asleep in the pit watching some old movies Michelangelo had found in a dumpster somewhere and she decided to spend the night knowing she didn't have class tomorrow.
She woke up to a darkened television and to find everyone had gone off to their rooms except Donatello and herself. She hadn't been sure whether to wake him or let him sleep and sat down, listening to his soft breath whistling between his teeth. Her fingers moved of their own accord to the smooth skin of the back of his skull, fanning over the line of his jaw, curling over his neck and shoulders.
She didn't realise that Donatello had gone silent and was now trying to stay perfectly still, relishing in the feeling of her fingertips on him. "How can you be so beautiful, Donnie?" She whispered softly, sighing as her hand left him. She made to rise and leave to bed when a large three-fingered hand captured her own.
"April?" Large brown eyes searched hers. He didn't dare ask her about what she just said but her blush told him she knew she had been discovered.
She moved her hands to capture his cheeks with her palms. She always expected him to be cold but his skin always felt hot to her touch. Perhaps the purplish hue had something to do with it. She pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his snout, between his nostrils. "Lets go to bed, Donnie."
Donnie could only nod and follow her as she pulled him by his hand towards his room, wondering if he had actually woken up or was still dreaming.