It was late afternoon, when I opened my eyes, or at least I thought it was around that time, because the sun was up in the sky and the birds were singing beautifully and a bit too loudly for my taste, behind the shut window of my bedroom.

No mention of the spate of rain from last night. An unlikely warm autumn day in mid-November.

I yawned delightfully – I've finally had my good long desired sleep. I felt so relaxed and comfortable, the way I didn't feel for a long time… since Don…

Don!

My mind was slowly waking up, getting acquainted with the other side of my bed where the mattress sunk under his weight. I gradually became aware of the embracing arm around me, the hard plastron pressed against my back and the warm breathing, slow and even at the nape of my neck. And all of that felt really really good! It was exactly what I wanted... needed to wake up to.

Almost afraid to move, so as not to wake him up and destroy this perfect moment, I didn't budge… I simply lay there listening to his breathing, enjoying the mutually acquired heat and the simple sensations of skin where our bodies touched. Life was good! And this moment was perfect!

But after a while my body became stiff and I felt the need to stretch my limbs. I let out a silent sigh of despair and slowly pulled my muscles spreading my legs in the process. At that movement Don's measured breathing broke its pace as he suddenly inhaled taking a lot of air in at once. His arm pulled me in, pinning me even closer to his chest while his thigh, taking advantage of the situation, took over the space between my legs. Our bodies resulted in a temporary tangled and squeezed knot - I barely breathed - but it unleashed before long, when Don eventually relaxed his muscles.

Then his breathing regained its previous pace. And believing he was soundly asleep, I gathered enough courage to turn my whole body and face him, without disturbing his deep slumber.

Eyes shut and lips slightly parted, Donatello's mask-less face was a picture of peace and tranquility. A silly involuntary smile appeared upon my lips. He was so handsome! A beautiful pale tint of green skin was lit by the steeling rays of sun from the window and the contour of his shell towering behind his back cast shadow upon it. I took a deep breath collecting his scent into me.

Donnie…

Hungrily 'eating' him with my eyes, I studied once again (as I have times and times before) the unique specifics of his body. My gaze eventually rested upon the numerous cuts and scratches in his plastron and on his arms. I trailed some of them with my fingers only imagining the pain and the stories behind each of them. Then I looked at his shoulder, where the day we first met was engraved. Down at his thigh the bandages were long gone and a new scar, new story decorated his green otherwise perfect skin, reminding him the horror of almost loosing his brave little brother.

While skin had a relative ability to heal – Don's absorbing chest-plates displaying the past will forever keep the carved patterns engraved into them. Mikey's cracked shell was no exception.

Suddenly Donatello moaned slightly in his sleep, probably dreaming something or other. I looked at his face in surprise and swallowed fighting the urge to enclose his warm breath in my mouth and hold him close, comforting him and reassuring that everything was o.k.

My fingers traveled upon his skin softly caressing his muscles. His hand twitched and catching it I pressed it to my chest, to my heart. His fingers flexed and held on to the palm of my hand. Smiling once again, I pulled them to my lips, spreading soft kisses all over them. He moaned again and this time it seemed to me like he was saying something. Was he talking in his sleep? I put my ear as close to his moving lips as I could and listened.

"... Lin" – was all I could make out.

He was talking to me in his sleep. Dreaming of me!

I drew away a bit, still reluctant to wake him up. And then all of a sudden I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to comfort him... and myself. And so very very carefully I drew my face close to his and brushed my lips upon his. Slightly, almost not touching, getting goosebumps all over as a result of this long awaited sensation.

But what started ever so gently, soon turned into an uncontrollable animal desire I couldn't stop. I caught his mouth fully, pressing my lips to his and parting them with my tongue. Without opening his eyes, he took it in and kissed me back. He tasted amazing – as always – and I lingered longer then intended, gently sucking his lower lip into my mouth. Then his strong hands drew me closer and his warm lips went down my jaw-line towards my neck.

It's been so long since he put his hands on me, since he held me like this, kissed me...

Though he was still asleep, he gained absolute control over my body: his lips sending shivers of pleasure, moving a little down the side of my collarbone, his trailing tongue braking my last remaining opposition, as he sucked on my skin, absentmindedly leaving marks.

Controlled by his touch and completely drunk with his sent, mixed with the smell of yesterday's rain, I just wanted him to touch me and keep touching me and never stop... Never wake up from this dream!