Hey everyone! Thank you so much for all the great reviews, they've really kept this thing going. Okay, we got Chapter 4 here- Reacting (Sorry not sorry.). Bumping the rating up to an M because I'm pretty sure you all know what 'reaction' I'm referring to that's gonna be happening here. Heh heh. Get ready for awkward teenage conversation and enjoy :)
Donatello sighed happily into April's mouth, wrapping his large hands around her buttocks, lifting her and setting her on top of his desk to grant himself a better angle. He relished the first brush of tongues as their lips separated and their mouths merged into a hungry kiss that began to shift into multiples.
He loved this; the taste of April and her little moans and squeaks when he nibbled, loved to interlock their lips and tongues and just connect with her as he was doing now. Rolling his jaw one last time he broke the kiss to suck on her neck right below her ear lobe, one of her favorite spots for him to kiss.
"Donnie..." she whispered, panting slightly. "Ooohhh...that feels nice..." she remarked as he trailed the tip of his tongue over where he'd kissed. She felt his lips stretch into a smile against her neck and he began to trail his lips down to her collarbone. "I love you." She stretched her neck back, drawing him back up and (unfortunately) away from her heaving bosom, which recently Donatello had become rather...fascinated with. However, it was clear she wanted more kisses on her neck, and he'd never really been one to deny her anything. Still, his hands trailed over her stomach, pushing her tank top up and itching to go higher. He'd accidentally brushed against them before...but he wanted to touch.
He was part human, after all, so naturally he had some rather human desires. Mainly the desire to see, touch, taste, and/or fondle April's breasts was at the forefront of his mind as of late, which he was rather ashamed of. He considered it a little strange, since he primarily thought of himself as a turtle, but he had to admit that once they started dating and he didn't restrain himself from looking at April as much as he had before her breasts had really...caught his attention.
He loved visiting her at night after patrol and seeing her in her v-necked yellow pajama shirt, that extra flesh more fascinating than he thought it could be. He found himself fighting to keep his eyes on her face; he would die if she caught him ogling her.
But when he was alone, he could think about it a bit more freely. He loved the way her breasts curved, the way they bounced lightly when she jumped or landed a flip. He had spent way more time than he wanted to thinking about them. Shell, he had even daydreamed about her breasts while designing new tech (which had resulted in some accidental sketching on draft paper, unfortunately), and technology and invention was one thing he'd never been distracted from before.
Of course, he still loved her eyes and her smile, and he certainly held April in high emotional regard. But, at the same time, with the advent of them kissing like this and beginning to touch, Donatello had noticed his attraction to April was becoming sexual as well.
"Oh!" She gasped as he scraped his teeth along her neck. April drew her feet together and interlocked them behind Donatello, bringing them upward and intending to tuck them in the shallow space under his shell, when her foot bumped into something soft that felt rather like the rest of Donatello's skin, not the rough lip of his shell.
"GAH!" Donnie stiffened, his hands flying away from April's smooth stomach and going to his back, right where his butt would be if he were a normal human. April panicked, her hands flying to her mouth in surprise. Donnie's eyes were screwed shut and his face was tense; it was clear she'd done something wrong.
"Donnie! Did I hurt you?" she asked. The flushed turtle shook his head and tried to smile reassuringly.
"No, uh...you shocked me." His face relaxed and he fumbled a bit with his hands behind his back,ignoring April's quirked brow when he opened his eyes and planting a kiss on her forehead.
"I'm okay, sweetie, really, I'm fine."
"What...what did I touch, exactly?" She asked. "That didn't feel like your shell."
"Um...it...wasn't my shell." Donatello confirmed. "That...was my..." His blush deepened and he broke eye contact, a tell-tale sign that he was uncomfortable. April rolled her hands one over the other, gesturing for him to go on. "That was, well, it, you see..." He sighed. "My tail."
"Your...tail?" She asked, sounding curious rather than disgusted. "I didn't know you had one." She leaned to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of it, but Donatello swiveled a bit so she didn't see. Why was he acting so odd about this?
"Heh, well my brothers and I tuck them into the back of our shells while fighting." He half-explained. "Turtle tails are...sensitive." April nodded slowly, thinking she understood.
"So, they're fragile?" She guessed. "Your protecting them all the time has caused them to be more sensitive?"
"Um, well, that is to say...um, yes. A-and no." He was really fumbling with his words and stuttering, not something April saw him do often. She placed a comforting hand on his forearm and smiled up at him.
"Donnie...I know there are a lot of differences between us. Physically, I mean." She swallowed, a bit apprehensive about this conversation. But, they needed to talk about it sometime, and really, there was no one else she would rather talk to. "Maybe, since we've gotten more serious now, we should talk about it."
"A-are you sure?" Donatello crossed the room to pull a stool over next to the desk so he could sit down. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable if you're not ready to talk about this..."
"Donnie, it's us, remember?" April smiled. "We'll figure it out together like we always do." Looking into those blue eyes, Donatello felt himself calming down. When he had it together he returned her smile and nodded, ready to start talking.
"So...what do you want to know?"
"Well, um...just how similar to a human male are you?" April did her best not to seem too eager to find out. Really, she'd wondered about this for a long time, almost since they'd started dating. Clearly he enjoyed the...relations they'd already had and he called her beautiful all the time, so she assumed this meant he was attracted to her. But...would they ever be able to be together in that way? If not, she was sure she could get around her urges. Being with Donatello was what mattered, she truly loved him. But...would she be able to make love to him in the future?
"You mean...in a reproductive sense?" Donatello did his best to breathe evenly. April nodded.
"Yeah...unless you're uncomfortable with telling me. It's just...I know that when guys get-" come on April, you can say it- "aroused, they typically have a...physical reaction to that. And, I haven't exactly noticed whether or not you react when we're...close." Donatello began to twiddle his thumbs, mulling over his response.
"Well...I do have a reaction. You just um...felt it." He gulped. "You see, the male turtle's...re-reproductive organs are usually located in the t-tail. That's not the case for me and my brothers, but we do still have tails that can be rather...stimulating in the, um, sexual sense. That's why I was so surprised when you, um...nudged it." Well, that explained his rather violent reaction to having his tail touched. But, if he didn't have anything else there... April felt like her question was a lump in her throat she had to speak around.
"So there's nothing...in your tail? You mean you don't have a- um..."
"No, no! I...I do. It's...I don't know if you can see it, but there's a slightly convex area at the bottom of my plastron. That's...where it's tucked."
"O-oh." April nodded slowly. "Does it...would you-we, be able to...make love? In a traditional sense?"
"Yes." He answered after a long hesitation. "It...drops down. If I'm particularly...aroused it's easier to do so, but there is...access to it." He paused. "I don't know about the implications of size or positioning...if it would be painful or not, or..." He groaned. "Listen to me going on about this, you must think I'm a pervert or something. I'm sorry April, I didn't mean to make this gross." April shook her head rapidly.
"No, Donnie! You didn't do anything wrong. All teenagers think about it...I've been thinking about it too."
"R-really?"
"Yeah." She shrugged, trying to seem casual even as she felt her face burning with a blush. "And I have...reactions to us being together just like you do." She smiled shyly. "Please don't be ashamed, Donnie. We're in this together, remember?" She held out her hand, and he raised it to his lips to brush a kiss across her knuckles.
"Always." He agreed, taking a moment to think. "Um, April? I don't want to sound presumptuous by saying this but...I don't think I'm ready to go all the way yet."
"Me neither." April assured him. "But I'm glad we talked about this. And when we get there, we'll have another discussion." Donatello nodded and reached for April, pulling her into his arms and holding her close.
"I l-"
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! came the insistent tone of Donnie's alarm clock. He groaned and dropped his head to April's shoulder.
"Is it 6:30 already?" April asked with a sad smile. Donatello nodded.
"I gotta go, I can't be late for patrol again." He grumbled. April slid out of his lap and went to fetch her schoolbag from Donnie's desk.
"That's all right Donnie, I should be getting home anyway." April pressed a lingering kiss to his lips and fiddled with the tails of his mask for a moment before pulling away. "Do you wanna drop by after patrol?"
"Don't you have school tomorrow?" He asked, raising an eye ridge in question. "And haven't you not been getting enough sleep anyway?"
"Yep." April said casually, her eyes going half-lidded. "That is true..." She pulled him into a kiss swiftly, slipping brushing her tongue over his lips before breaking the kiss just as quickly as she had started it.
"So...I'm guessing you want me to come over regardless?" Donatello asked, his heart fluttering and face flushing. April tossed a wink over her shoulder.
"Yep." She informed him, popping the 'p' and tossing her bag over her shoulder. Donatello almost hypnotized by the swing of her hips as she made her way out.
"Heh heh...cool."
Not super proud of that ending, sorry for that. Anyway, hope you all enjoyed Donnie and April having The Talk...next chapter (titled, Seeing) we got some hurt/comfort coming up, so get ready for more fluff! Please review!
