Hanna lay on top of him for a while, content just to listen to the beating of his heart when it occurred to her that they weren't doing anything but cuddling. Pulling back some she gave him a questioning look causing him to chuckle in amusment.
Now who was eager much? He thought as she started to open her mouth to ask him if they would begin their new journey together, but he quieted her by placing his fingertips against her lips and making a shushing sound.
"Let me rest here with you for now." He said as he dropped his arm to his side.
"O-Oh..." Hanna said as she ducked her head for a moment then lay back down and let out a startled yelp when he rolled the two of them so that she was trapped under him. Her eyes wide, her face a fetching shade of pink.
She looked absolutely adorable in this moment. So much so that he didn't want it to end.
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But like all good things, the moment had ended.
Leatherhead thought venomously as he finished tucking the corners of the clean sheets he'd found in a chest, on his bed before turning his attention to cleaning up the rest of his lair. Before catching the thought and frowning in confusion as some deeper part of his mind told him that it was important that he had his lair clean.
It was imperative...
Though for the life of him, he had no idea why.
Picking up the broken bottles and tin cans, he made his way out of the little room and over to the waste basket that he kept next to his computer desk. And started to drop the trash into the basket when he noticed several of the sketches he'd made of his dream girl were out of place, and frowned again. The last time he'd seen the sketches, they had been in his room. Behind closed doors where he could go in at any time and look at them without anyone else being around to look over his shoulder.
So why were the sketches out in the open? Surely he hadn't placed them on the desk. He wasn't that careless. Was he?
Picking up the small stack of papers, he brought them to his nose and inhaled. Smelling several different things attached to the papers. One was a very light floral scent. Something familiar to him. The other was the scent of ocean water and salt.
Then there was the last scent- another familiar one to him. Male. Young... The turtles. His mind registered their scent with a small amount of shock. What the devil had they been doing looking at his private pictures? He shook his head and put the sketches down and bared his razor sharp teeth. No. That isn't what he should be asking.
What he should be asking himself was, What the hell gave them the right to come into his home and go through his stuff without his permission? Had they thought he'd let them get away with it?
"Oh hell no." He growled as he turned and went to the entrance of his home. Since he knew they had been in his home and going through his stuff- he'd give them their comeuppance by talking to their father, Splinter.
He'd bet the male would rebuke them in a way that they would never forget.
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Hanna awoke on the couch, with her living room put back together, and the blanket from her bed draped over her. Looking around the room she noted that Leatherhead was gone and surmized that he had left while she had been sleeping so that he wouldn't be noticed returning to... where ever he went during the day.
Sitting up she stretched her arms over her head and arched her back then tossed the blanket off of her as she realized that she had left out the hamberger meat from last night and would need to throw it all away.
However upon reaching the kitchen she picked up the pan that she had been using to cook with the night before and noted that the meat, grease and everything else was gone.
The pan itself had been licked clean then washed. And the other packet of meat was also gone. Presumably eaten by her man.
Placing the pan back on the stove, Hanna made a funny sound in the back of her throat and wondered if she should find the fact that Leatherhead had licked her pan clean- a turn on or be put off by it.
Because frankly she was getting mixed signals here.
Sighing almost tiredly, she decided to eat some fruit for breakfast then shower and get ready for the day. She had some work that she had fallen behind on and desperately needed to catch up while she could since she got the feeling that becoming pregnant with Leatherhead's child could take some time.
It would also mean making certain changes to her diet and daily routines. After all, what did one of his speices eat as a baby? Hopefully nothing too disgusting. She didn't want what few neighbors she had to think she had gone bat shit crazy. She could wind up locked up if they thought her unbalanced.
And that could spell trouble for both Leatherhead and their little family in the making.
Coming out of her bathroom wearing a violet and black striped long sleeved shirt and a pair of black khaki pants, she ran her fingers through the tangled mess of dark hair hanging over her shoulders. And walked to the nearest window and looked outside. Well, whatever the baby would eat- she knew that Leatherhead would help her take care of it.
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The turtles lair was silent as the door slid open, letting the pissed off crocodile step into the lair. Once inside the door, he took a cursory look around the living area to make sure that his friends weren't hiding anywhere in plain sight before slowly making his way over to the stairs and taking them down to the main area of the living room.
He got about half way down when he heard the faint clicking sound that he had come to know as Splinter's thick burled walking stick tapping against the floor as the elderly mutant moved. "Ah, Leatherhead-san. I wondered who would be visiting this early in the morning. How are you?" Splinter's voice called out to him softly as the mutant came out of the kitchen and into view.
"I've been better, Splinter. But that doesn't matter-" Leatherhead said as he neared the mutant rat. Missing the way Splinter subtly lifted his nose in the air and sniffed, his little ears twitching upon catching the faint scent of perfume on Leatherheads scales. Ah, so that was why his sons had been worried about their friend.
Leatherhead had a secret lady friend.
"Oh?" The rat asked curiously as he scratched the underside of this chin for a moment.
"I came to speak with you about your sons trespassing in my home and going through my things without permission-" Splinter gave the large crocodile a surprised look as Leatherhead leaned down at the waist and growled in Splinter's ear. "And I don't appreciate it in the least."
