NOTE: I don't own TMNT—I don't think I could handle it anyway. I do own my OFC, so please don't take her away. I like using song lyrics in some (but not all) of my stories, and I was happy to see I'm not the only one! Special thanks to Kelly and Brandace, for being great writers and in a way encouraging me to post my stories. This is my first story, so bear with me while I get things figured out. Please read and review, but uhm, be gentle.

I'm Your Toy

Johanna danced around the lab, happy in the familiar glow of the lights above her. Don watched her from the corner of his eye, smiling to himself. Her happiness was infectious; every part of her, from the long brown hair that was never quite right to her skinny frame and well worn boots, was endearing.

She caught him watching her and smiled, parting her pink lips to reveal gleaming white pearls beneath. Cheeks rosy and smeared with oil and dust—he loved her.

"Johanna," he laughed as she spun like a ballerina, letting the metal shavings hit the floor around her.

"Come on, Don, dance with me," she said, pulling him from the chair. "Let's see what song fate sends us, huh?"

He could feel the warmth from her body, and he treasured it. Moments like this, when it was just the two of them in the lab, in the lair, it was as if the rest of the world melted away. He watched her steely gray eyes change the song, clicking the next button the random track.

Devotchka (I'm your toy)

You may be,

Sweet and nice,

But that won't keep you warm at night,

And I'm the one, who showed you how.

To do the things you're doing now.

Don's hand captured hers, his other on the small of her back, holding her close as they spun around the lab. The scent of machines was heavy in the air, but he could pick her signature smell from a crowd, blindfolded. It was sweet, like a peach blossom, and twice as beautiful.

Johanna rested her head on his shoulder, relaxing into him as they moved about, hardly keeping track of her own feet. Don was such a good dancer she didn't need to.

"Where did you learn to dance?" she mumbled, relaxing to the gentle sound of his breathing, the cool touch of his chest on her cheek.

"Splinter," he said, and she giggled, picturing him dancing with the rat around the living room.

He smiled down at her, their faces so close before he broke away. Don't be a coward, Don… tell her.

And he may feel,

All your charms,

And he may hold you in his arms,

But I'm the one, who let you in,

I was right beside you then.

"Don?" she said, after a few moments.

"Mmm?" he asked, inhaling a lock of her hair.

"What are we?" she asked quietly, wrapping both arms around his shoulders now.

And once upon a time,

You let me feel you deep inside,

And nobody knew, nobody saw,

But you remember the way you cried?

"Johanna?" he said, lifting her chin up to meet his eyes. "What—do you mean, precisely?"

Anxiety fluttered in his stomach as she searched his face, feeling the familiar pull to him every single time she came underground.

"I want you," she said softly, so quietly he wasn't sure he heard her correctly.

"I—"

Don had it all planned out. Just how he would approach her, ask her how she felt about it. He even had index cards to present the potential risks, the pros and cons, and of course… the fact that he could never give her children. If she stayed, maintaining a normal life would be difficult. He thought about the flow chart he'd made, the diagrams and numbers he'd crunched to determine how likely it was she felt the same for him as he for her, but now—just those three little words left him speechless. Instead, he slid a palm to the nape of her neck and pressed his mouth to hers.

I'm your toy, I'm your old boy,

And I don't want no one but you to love me,

I wouldn't lie,

You know I'm not that kind of guy…

Johanna licked his bottom lip, nibbling as she pulled away to catch her breath. He lifted her legs by her butt so she straddled his waist. Johanna jumped when he shoved everything off the desk, knocking the lamp over and breaking it in the process. He planted her back on the cold surface and continued his passionate assault.

"Don!" she laughed. "There's a bed over there!"

"Ah—Uhm, yes, right."

He didn't move.

"You had this all planned out, didn't you?" she smiled.

"Yeah."

"You dirty, dirty, turtle…"

"You have no idea," he quipped, moving down to plant feather light kisses on her throat.

And once upon a time, you let me feel you deep inside

And no body knew, nobody saw,

Do you remember the way you cried?

Their clothes were gone in an instant, after Don remembered to lock the door. He didn't even want to think of Leo walking in on this. Either way, he thought, it wouldn't stop me.

Johanna lay on the desk, in pink lace panties and absolutely nothing else. The oil was still on her cheeks as she waited in a classic naughty pose on the desk. His breath caught in his throat; she'd meant it as a joke, but it really did something for him. Not the pose, he thought, but the girl.

He pressed against her, damning the charts, the stupid cons, he didn't need them. Just her…

"Just you," he said aloud, and she looked up.

"What?" her voice was raw, husky.

"I just need you," he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Sometimes I wonder," she said, reaching between his legs and watching him sigh and shiver. "If that's all you need?"

He shook his head no—she was too good at this, he thought. Right now his body and spirit were at war with what exactly he did need. It was sweet torture, and by the mischievous look in her eyes, Johanna knew it. She liked pressing buttons.

"Show me what you need, Don…" she said, sliding her hand on him in the most wonderful way.

It had been so long—and he wasn't sure if he should do this anyway. God knows he knew how… What if he lost her? What if—

"Stop thinking," she said, pulling him toward her by his—ahem…

"I can't think about anything when you do that," he breathed, feeling her warm hands moving in rhythm.

"I know you're holding back, Donatello," she murmured, using his full name to get his attention.

His breathing was getting faster, as the intensity spread, catching his whole body on fire. Strong arms scooped her up, taking her to the bed, where he should have thought to take her all along, he chided. Green hands pulled the panties away, leaving her completely nude and vulnerable under him as he trailed soft kisses on her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

And he may feel, All your charms,

And he may hold you in his arms

But I'm the one who showed you how,

To do the things you're doing now

Johanna lay curled in his arms exhausted, relaxed as he traced circles on her back. His brothers were almost home, but he didn't want to move. He didn't want to wake her yet. She'd just fallen into a deep sleep, mumbling his name and smiling.

The sound of my name on her lips… those gasps and sighs, her moans… perfect. Everything was perfect… He could replay everything in his head over and over as the taste of her body lingered on his lips. Every part of her was as beautiful, each piece as perfect as the next, but to have her give it to him, so freely, so lovingly…

Someone was picking the lock on his door, he realized, and more than that, he didn't care. Just don't wake her up, he pleaded silently. Raphael's head poked into the room, amber eyes taking in the dim lights and quiet atmosphere until they landed on his little brother, whose arms were wrapped gingerly around Johanna. He raised a brow and gave a small grin before closing the door quietly.

Johanna opened her eyes briefly, just to catch Don's gaze. Her palm slid along his jaw, urging him in for a kiss before she tucked back into his arms. Donatello kissed her forehead, taking in the sweet blossom scent before closing his eyes.