One shot of Mikey's midnight adventure. I don't own TMNT. No suing allowed.
Michelangelo pressed the pillow against his face. His mind raced in every direction as he tried making some kind of decision. Finally, he looked at the digital clock next to his bed. Those evil numbers flashed right at him.
2:00 am. Damn, Mikey thought. If he got up now, it would take forever to go back to sleep. Six o'clock in the morning would be here before he knew it. Mikey groaned in defeat as his body protested. The decision was made. He needed to go to the bathroom.
He opened his bedroom and looked up and down the hallway. The farmhouse seemed so quiet with everyone sleeping. He quietly crept down the hall towards the last door on the right. Mikey didn't bother to turn on the light. Just in and out and everything will be good, he thought as he lifted up the toilet seat.
As Mikey stood there, the faint smell of vanilla and oranges began to tickle his nose. It smelled so delicious that his stomach growled. Maybe April had some cake left over from dinner. He would have to look. Mikey quickly washed his hands when he saw something flickering in the mirror. Someone forgot to blow out the candles that lined along the tub. It would be all right if he did it, pretending it was his birthday.
He pushed aside the shower curtain and froze as he saw a pair of slender, milky legs leaning against the wall. At the other end of the tub, April leaned against the wall with her arms dangling out and a washcloth covering her eyes.
Mikey felt his face burning. He shouldn't be in here. She was going to kill him but he couldn't peel his eyes away. The white bubbles covered every part of her. Maybe if he pushed aside some of the bubbles. No,No, Michelangelo, he thought as he looked at the legs. Her calves seemed smooth and toned. Maybe a little touch won't hurt, maybe she was asleep and never would know.
He never had seen anything personal of a girl except the dirty magazines Raph kept under his bed. He would not have another opportunity like this. Forget it. He needed to go. As quietly as he snuck in, he would goout. No one knowing the better.
Mikey felt freedom as he reached the door. "Mikey, you better flush that toilet before you get out of here," April spoke, never removing the cloth from her eyes. Damnit.