It was weird to think that Valentines Day was once a day that he had worked through as a child, a day where he scoffed at the flowers and candy and all the other junk people would get just to show their love.
But now, as Donatello was gently pushed back into the bed, he understood that all those treats didn't matter. It wasn't about the materialistic, but about the 'I love you' that hid underneath the surface.
In the darkness of the room, the mutant's eyes fought to adjust to the dim lighting. Was this really happening? The sheets underneath his skin felt so...soft. So far away.
Donnie made out the faint outline of a figure as it made its way towards him like a predator and he was its prey. Through the dimness of the night, two piercing blue eyes stared him down. If he could, Donnie knew he'd let out a gasp, but he couldn't bring his body to do anything of the sort.
It's been years, but April O'Neil was still as beautiful as ever. Her hair, longer with age, flowed over her shoulders and down her back like a river made of the finest marigolds the world had to offer.
Her skin glowed in the moonlight that poked through the blinds, her nearly bare and pale hide bathed in buttermilk beams, only slightly covered with a deep purple bra and underwear.
'I'm lucky,' he thought. 'So lucky...' Donatello's mouth was dry and all he wanted to do was to reach out to the woman he had fallen in love with years ago and stroke her hair, caress her skin and just feel how solid she was. He wanted to ensure his eyes weren't lying to him, that she really was there and not just a spirit there to haunt him.
Donatello watched helplessly as the love of his life reached up and took the straps gingerly in her fingers and began to tug down, a wicked smile slowly creeping onto those cherry red lips of hers.
"Happy Valentines Day, Donnie..." she whispered into the night. Donatello sat up and reached for her, his fingers foreign in his own eyes. His palms found her hips and he gently brushed his fingers over her skin, over her stomach and to her lips.
Donatello stared them down before flicking his eyes to hers and leaned in for a kiss sweeter than any stupid chocolates, softer than hundreds of roses and breathed out a more sincere proof of how he felt for April O'Neil than any diamond ring ever could: "I love you."
