Here we go, you guys! This isn't the end of the story, but from here there will be some time skips because this is mostly about firsts. Enjoy!

It had taken so much longer than he'd thought to get them there.

Donnie and April, once they'd agreed they were emotionally ready, had decided to do some research and figure out the physical side of things. Donnie, due to his size and the matter of his shell, was going to let April top this time so she could be more comfortable and in control, considering she was the one who would be facing more discomfort. They had also decided to invest in lubricant, which April purchased, knowing things would be easier on April the slicker Donnie was. They thought about it long and hard, but eventually determined condoms would be unnecessary considering that reproduction between them was impossible.

After that...things had gotten busy with the Kraang and Shredder. Karai had cut her alliances with her father, the Kraang had been sent back to their dimension, Mr. O'Neil had come home, the city was safe and the Shredder had been defeated by Master Splinter. Even so, with April working on her finals and Karai moving into the lair, things had still been too crazy for Donnie and April to set aside time for themselves.

April's junior year was over now, and it was summertime. April and her father shared a tradition of going to a beach house, a rather obscure but large dwelling on a private beach. In other words, the perfect place to take the turtles, and Splinter. And Karai, as well.

They were there now, that first day had been filled with discoveries and swimming, laughs and togetherness. Donatello had also enjoyed the bonus of April in a bikini.

It was late, nighttime. April had her own room in the attic of the house- there were large open windows and a comfortable double bed...he remembered that afternoon, when he kissed her among the tide pools and she had whispered, "My door will be unlocked tonight. I've brought everything with me."

And now, he was here- the moonlight breaking through the window, making April's skin glow and eyes twinkle. He was here, his heart pounding in his chest and his breathing running ragged with anticipation. He was here, in the moment, about to make love to the girl of his dreams.

And he was terrified.

...

Karai took a breath, slowly and deeply as she waded through the shallow tide. She delighted in the feeling of the sand rising up between her toes and the summer breeze blowing by, kissing her face and running through the newly grown peach fuzz on her head. She'd dropped the makeup and shaved her head after the death of the Shredder, ready to start over, and her hair was growing in nicely. So many things about her life were new, new home, new family...

And Leo.

She wasn't sure what was between them yet. He was always there to hold her when she was heartbroken, there for her to yell at when she was angry, there for her to kiss when she craved that closeness. Whatever was between them, it was soft and fragile, and while she enjoyed it, cherished it to an extent, she was scared to define it. Scared to define anything anymore in this clean slate, her new life.

Leo understood. He had never asked for anything from her, not yet anyway. He only held, cradled, kissed, loved.

Did he love her?

"Can't sleep?" His voice was behind her then. She turned, shaking her head.

"No, I can't."

"The nightmares again?"

"Yes." Her mind kept flashing back to that moment, her father's blades pressed against Leo's neck...but in these nightmares things didn't go the way they really had. She and Splinter hadn't been there in time to save Leo in time in these nightmares. She would drop down from the ceiling, slip in his blood and watch as Hamato Yoshi's stain on their honor was finally wiped clean...instead of pulling Leo out of the way and being attacked by the Shredder, she would watch Splinter wither and die as her father rejoiced, she would know that she would never see Leo again and her father was still there, with her.

She wasn't sure which part of the nightmare was the worst part.

He approached her, admiring her silhouette in the moonlight. She was dressed simply in pajamas and a tank top, her hair not more than half an inch long and he still was enchanted by her. He placed a hand on her back, letting her know he was there and willing to comfort her if that was what she needed.

"What can I do?" He asks her, the whisper prompting a shiver to run down her form. She leaned into him as an answer, turning in his arms and fusing her mouth to his, tears streaking down her cheeks.

He held her, kissed her, and understood.

...

"Donnie?" April smiled at his bewildered features. "Are you okay?" He nodded, trying to calm his quaking hands.

"Yes, I'm all right. I'm just..."

"Nervous?"

"Yeah...I mean, I want this, but I'm scared of hurting you."

"I understand." She nodded. "Do you want to wait?"

"No." He looked at her sternly, his hands on her shoulders. "I've wanted you for weeks, months, April...I feel like I've wanted you forever."

"Maybe...let's just start out slow." She smiled, approaching him and tugging on his elbow pads. He nodded and complied, removing his equipment while she removed her clothing. It felt so profound to him to meet her eyes, see her wearing his necklace and nothing else, and know in his heart and mind he would he joined with her soon.

She reached him first, running her hands over his face and drawing him in for a kiss. He held her to him, running his large hands down her sides and resting them on her ample hips, pressing her center to the bulge at the bottom of his plastron. April moaned with the pressure, angling her head to deepen the kiss, and he responded with an open mouth and rolling jaw. Wrapping his hands around her hips, he lifted her up to take her to the bed, trying to calm the tremors in his hands as he did so. April was shaking a little too, though she wasn't sure why. She wanted to do this and she was ready...the thought of the pain was a little daunting, but she new it'd be worth it.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, practically whimpering when she parted her legs wider to wrap them around him, actually breaking the kiss to moan when she began using her toes to fiddle with his tail. He ran his hands over her torso, lingering at her breasts and then following the map with his mouth, twisting to lie her down beneath him as his lips roved over her neck and collarbone. April shuddered, bucking her hips when his mouth closed over her breast and his tongue circled her nipple.

"Oh, Donnie..." she smoothed her hands down the front of his plastron. He broke away from her breast to pant out a request,

"Can I take care of you before we start?" He pressed another kiss to her breast, sucking lightly. April gasped,

"You don't have to." Why was she saying that? He was sucking on one breast, tweaking the other, she could almost feel her center dripping and pulsing with want. What the hell was she being considerate for when he was offering?

"Please?" His eyes were downright imploring along with her hormones, and she could only whimper and wiggle her hips in response. Donatello smiled, not a smirk but a genuine smile of warmth before peppering kisses down her stomach and then guiding his hands along her thighs, parting them before kissing her in her most private place. April arched her back as his tongue trailing on the edges of her lips made her shiver and her head thrash back and forth, she felt a light burn as he licked her clitoris and the coil of arousal in her stomach wound tighter.

"Donnie, Donatello..." She panted. "Faster, please..." He nodded and complied, moving his tongue rapidly over the bundle of nerves while she clamped her mouth shut to keep quiet. Without warning, he smoothly inserted his thumb into her, beginning to thrust it in succession with his licks.

April gasped. Oh. She hadn't been expecting that so suddenly, but it felt...wonderful when he hit a certain spot inside of her. Would he...that is, is this what it would feel like with him? She felt an acute want to be full she hadn't felt in the past.

"Stop..." She breathed. "Donnie, stop." Taken aback, he ceased his actions abruptly and looked up at her, his pupils dilated and his face flushed.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No...I want you instead."

"April, are you sure-"

"Yes." She insisted. "Drop down and get underneath me." He nodded, complied and swiftly switched places with her, hanging on to her by the waist and flipping over. She stood and crossed the room to fetch the lubricant. Coming back to the bed she smiled down at him and then straddled his legs.

"So, um..."

"You set the pace." He said calmly from where he was lying. "Do what makes you comfortable, okay?" April nodded, rolling the tube of lubricant in her hands before taking Donatello in her hand and coating him from root to tip. He moaned lightly at the touch of her hand, smiling and nodding to let her know, he was ready when she was.

She breathed deeply and sat up a bit, putting him to her entrance...and he slipped in, a lot easier than she thought he would. Then again, she had already been wet when she had lubricated him...

Oh. Oh no.

She felt pain then, a stinging burn that assaulted her senses and she began to cry. Donatello, true to form, immediately began to comfort her, sitting up and running his hands up and down her arms soothingly and kissing her face.

"April, calm down...it's all right." He felt bad telling her to calm down, but he knew she needed to relax. "You need to relax, it'll be okay..." even through her pain he couldn't deny how physically good this felt. She was hot, and wet, and so tight...her crying was the only thing keeping him rooted to earth at the moment. He wasn't sure how long it was before she was able to breathe evenly. This didn't feel good to her persay, but she still recognized the thinly veiled bliss on Donnie's face. When it didn't feel terrible, she shifted her hips, rocking into him.

"Agh!" He let out a clipped cry. "April, are you sure-"

"Yes, I'm sure." She assured him, continuing to rock her hips. "Move with me, Donnie. Make love to me." She was above him, breasts bouncing, cheeks flushed and gyrating her hips in a way that was making him crazy...she was his Sakura, how could he refuse? Holding her hips with his hands, he bucked his hips experimentally. April gasped.

"Oh." The realization hit her when he touched that spot again. "Donnie, do that again." He complied eagerly, moaning softly with just how tight and wet and good she felt. She moved again, faster this time, more desperate, pleading with him to speed up as well. The bed rocked beneath them, punctuated by Donatello's low groans and April whimpering.

"I need to...I need to..." Unable to articulate his desire he cradled her head swiftly and bent over her, thrusting with abandon and fusing their mouths. He wanted it to last forever, but when she tightened her legs around his middle he groaned into her mouth and came, seeing white and feeling April everywhere. She was stimulated, but not as close as he had been and somewhat content to let things lie when he came down from his high, sweeping her into his arms and peppering kisses over her face.

"That was more than I can say." He breathed after a few moments. "Thank you, Sakura. I love you so much." She smiled and sighed into his embrace, feeling emotionally sated for now.

The physical satisfaction would come later, she knew. For now she had had Donnie, finally, and that was all that mattered.

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