*Hello again, friends. At first glance, this special might seem like nothing more than indulgent fluff; particularly because it features so many original characters only known through my series. I can't guarantee any random person who comes along with enjoy it. I can say that if you're a fan of my Legacy series, you're probably going to enjoy this. I had a lot of fun writing it, and was happy with the varied emotions/reactions/relationships that ended up being explored. I have a real purpose for this story, and it will become more clear later.
Though this mini-fic focuses on pairings, it's not all going to be gooey romance. We're starting off with Donatello and Jenna...which is kind of appropriate, seeing as how they're my longest standing couple. Going strong from book one. :) Their chapter is a bit more...overt, than others, just as a warning. I never get graphic, though. Married people doing what they do.
I don't own the turtles, or anything else worthwhile. Thanks for reading along with me. If you want a nice backdrop for this chapter, look up the song "Stay", from Two Steps from Hell's "Miracles" album. Definitely inspired me.
Jenna unplugged her hairdryer and wound up the cord, not bothering to finish drying damp hair. The tedious task took more time than she was usually willing to commit. Particularly after a long day, she didn't feel like primping. Not that I feel like doing it any other time either.
Their "den" was quiet, and had been for at least a couple hours since the two opposing patrols had departed for the evening. Left to her own devices, the woman had chosen to do some weight training - a practice the turtles started her on when she was no more than a teenager.
That evening she'd added a few more repetitions with a heavier dumbbell, and her triceps were feeling it. The shower had eased a little soreness, but her shoulders still complained the entire time she'd blow-dried her hair, which added to the temptation to quit sooner.
Jenna adjusted the towel wrapped around her a bit tighter, then stretched to retrieve her work-out clothes from the floor. With the guarantee of the guys being out of the house, she crept from the hall bathroom to the bedroom she shared with Donatello. She was puzzled to find the light already on, but shrugged off the detail while digging into a dresser drawer for fresh pajamas.
She was still bent over when the hairs on the back of her neck prickled inexplicably, and the woman sensed someone behind her. Instinct surged through her arm, and an elbow crashed into a hard, yet familiar surface. Jenna barely managed to keep her towel situated between the shock of the sudden pain and whirling around to face her husband.
The purple-masked turtle was unfazed by her attack, but the fact that he appeared genuinely mortified was what prevented her from trying to slug him. "I'm sorry, Jen! Are you okay?"
She bit her lip to keep from cursing and gave him a dark look. "Don, you know better than to sneak up on me like that! What are you doing here?"
"Well..." he faltered. "I live here." His smile was hopeful, but she wasn't ready to forgive him yet.
"I didn't expect you guys to come rolling in for a few more hours." The statement came out as an accusation, and he had the nerve to laugh.
"I came home early. I did try to call you."
"I don't usually take my phone into the shower with me."
"Makes a lot of sense." He kept a straight face, but she could tell he was holding in a chuckle. "C'mon, Jen. I'm sorry. Let me see it."
"No," she said sullenly. "I'm already sore, and you made it worse."
Donny nodded with understanding. "How much weight were you lifting tonight?"
"Hey. I don't need you looking over my shoulder anymore. I know my limits." She folded arms across her chest with a severe expression, but curiosity was getting the better of her. "So why'd you come back early?"
"We were in the middle of chasing down a couple of car-jackers, and your face distracted me."
"Come again?"
He grinned, dropping to the end of their bed. "Supposed to be focused on the bad guys, but instead I was thinking about you. Leo caught me zoning out, and I was banished."
"Did he really?"
"No, but he suggested I focus on one thing or the other."
Jenna felt her stern facade crumbling. "And you chose me?"
"I'd be an idiot not to." His gaze fixed on her suggestively, but then brown eyes fell to the floor. "Scaring the crap out of you wasn't the plan, but I've never been the smoothest guy on the block when it comes to this."
She uncrossed her arms. "Your entrance could use some work, but that doesn't mean I'm not happy to see you. So since you're here...what were you thinking about doing with me?"
The hint of shyness that entered his smile made her want to melt on the spot. "I had a few ideas," he confessed.
The woman ran a hand through her black hair, immediately relieved she'd left it down. "Would you like to tell me about them?"
"We can get to that in a few minutes. It seems a little comfort is in order first."
"Hm?"
Donatello patted the mattress on his other side, then held out his hand. "Let me see your arm."
Jenna was slightly concerned he would make a bigger deal out of her elbow than it was, but willingly allowed the turtle to probe her limb with light fingers. It was far from the first time she'd been examined by her husband, but the delicateness of his touch tonight awakened a familiar yearning in her stomach.
"You're going to have a huge bruise," he told her. "Next time, don't go for the plastron. The face would be a lot more effective."
She smiled at the irony of the statement. "Next time, I'll knock you out for sure."
"Kinda deserved it."
Jenna shook her head. "A hefty slap maybe, but not another concussion. Not when you're leaving 'work' early to see me."
"I was hoping to do more than 'see' you."
She crossed her legs and fidgeted with the edge of her towel. "You're in luck, because I'm already more than halfway there."
"Yeah, that's convenient. But first, would you let me tackle those sore muscles?" The purple-masked turtle scooted to the right and motioned her to the middle of the bed.
The woman obediently turned onto her stomach, but then twisted her neck so she could see him.
Don shook a finger at her. "Relax."
Jenna laid her head down with a soft sight while his strong fingers went to work on stubborn shoulder blades. She wasn't surprised when a hand strayed to brush her hair every so often, but the woman did finally shoot a smirk over her back. He pretended not to see it while continuing the pressure that delivered pleasurable pain to problem areas.
"How does that feel?"
She propped up on her right arm. "Pretty good, but it could be better."
"I can keep-"
Jenna rolled on her side before he could finish, not bothering with her towel when it fell open. "Thought we were gonna talk about what you wanted to do."
He dropped onto his knees beside her with an impish smile. "Talking wasn't at the forefront of what I imagined."
She settled onto her back so she was facing him with an innocent smile. "Then what will we do?"
The turtle moved toward her in slow motion; slower than the woman actually wanted at that point. But as he was being the aggressive one for a change, Jenna didn't feel the freedom to steal his thunder. By the time his lips found hers, the anticipation had built so strongly that the spontaneous swelling in her gut caused the woman to sit up and wrap her arms around his neck.
The kiss was impossible to properly end. Even when she had to come up for air, the contact resumed as if it'd never stopped. It was her husband's ragged breaths that forced the woman to slow down and rest her cheek against his.
"Too much?" Speaking proved her own breathlessness.
"Of you? No such thing." His hand stroked the back of her head, inevitably running through ebony waves again.
She laughed. "You're so easy, Donny. You've always been a hair man. One toss of my head, and you're a goner."
The purple-masked turtle straddled her hips with a grin and cupped her chin in both hands. "I was a goner right from the start."
"Took your darn time though," she complained.
His head lowered so he was inches from her nose. "I like to think I've made some strides since."
"Some," Jenna teased. "You still take too long." She lifted her chin to meet him again, savoring the turtle's unique scent she'd never been able to put a description to. It was simply the essence of the only person she'd ever loved.
The woman wasn't prepared for him to part their lips, and instantly pursued him. His adorable snort in return was both endearing and infuriating.
"Would you relax, Jen? I'm not going anywhere."
"That's the problem!"
He rested a finger softly against her mouth when she tried to continue, and held her eyes pointedly. She was near to getting lost in his gaze when he twisted his head and kissed her right ear. The woman smiled at the accompanying tingle and a trembling sigh released when he repeated the action.
"When I experience you, I like to take my time," he whispered. "For me, it heightens everything." The turtle switched to the other side, tenderly brushing lips over her left ear. "The truth is, I never really want it to be over."
Jenna felt the small prickle in her eyes, but there was no urge to resist the rising tear. His mouth traveled to her jawline and made a slow course down her neck. Her breath quickened when the turtle focused on her collarbone and rested a little more of his weight on top of her.
The woman lifted her head slightly, planning to speak, but the words faded from her mind when his hands caressed her chest. He wasn't the only one to ever touch her in one of the most private of areas. There were still memories of abuse buried deeply from her childhood; scars that existed far beneath the surface level of being dominated, helpless, and violated.
The shadowy remnants were dwarfed by the complete security and adoration the purple-masked turtle communicated with nothing but a glance. His fingers traced both sides of her rib-cage, before settling on the bed to support his hovering weight. Donny nuzzled her forehead and hesitated a few moments to merely gaze into her eyes.
Jenna smiled up at him, though impatience was rearing its head again.
"No matter how long I know you, I don't think this will ever get old," he said seriously.
"No, but we will," she pointed out. "We're sure not those starry-eyed teenagers anymore."
He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. You're always going to be the most amazing part of my life."
Donatello was building up – the fire behind his eyes told her so. She was tempted to rise and wrap arms around his neck once more, but as the turtle had started things, it felt more appropriate to continue at his pace. A least a little longer.
His lips pressed against her forehead, holding the contact for so long that she felt heady from the sensation of his breath. "My way is nice too, isn't it?"
"Yes," she allowed. "Now would you just take me?"