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Sara didn't try to control her body, she lunged. She threw her arms around Mikey's neck and hugged him tight. Her throat was tight but she managed to say, "No one's ever called me that before." The affectionate turtle's arms squeezed her around her middle.
A growl came from behind her.
Mikey's arms fell from around her and she spun to look at Donnie. He was crouched offensively, ready to strike. He blinked rapidly and stood up straight. He looked confused and lost. "Uh, sorry, man..." Donnie scratched the back of his head. Mikey shrugged. "I got too close to your girl."
Just like that, the confrontation was over and Mikey left. Sara waved bye and sat back down on the couch. She rested against the arm and reached for the remote. A hand spun her around and she tried to grab for the sickles she no longer wore. Donnie's lips pressed hard against hers.
Forcefully, he opened her mouth and tasted her, their tongues fighting. A hand fisted in her hair, tipping her head back. He left her mouth and sucked on her neck, and then he bit down. She gasped as sensation flooded her body. Holy shit that felt good, her mind reeled. Softer this time, he sucked on the same spot. Once more he bit down on the spot, softly, but he growled from the corners of his mouth, "Mine."
The small fire in her belly turned into an inferno. He'd just marked her, on purpose. He'd claimed her to anyone else. She barely recognized their position. When had she wrapped her legs around him? When had her hands held his head where it was? How had he wrapped his strong arms around her waist, all without her noticing?
His lips still on the tender mark, he churred and softly pressed his hips into hers. She held her breath but the only thing she saw was Donnie's head dipping lower. Across her breastbone, his lips feathered kisses. She was mentally kicking herself in the ass for not wearing a lower cut shirt. The arm that had been around her loosened as he moved his hand to her hip then slowly up her side, causing her to shiver.
Donnie got to the other side of her neck and almost playfully, nipped at her neck before kissing the spot. At the same time, his hand softly cupped her breast. A soft moan escaped her lips. Unconsciously, she pulled him closer with her legs. He responded by groaning and rolling his hips. Sara sucked in a deep breath. Everything was going right this time.
"Oh, dear God-"
"For the love of-"
"Get a room!" Two voices battled behind her, making her jump. Donnie growled for the second time that night. He hadn't moved from on top of her, glaring over the arm of the couch at who had to be his brothers.
When she saw his face, she went speechless. His eyes were narrowed and only the pupils were visible. His lips were pulled back in a snarl. He's trying to protect me, she realized. He thought his brothers would take her away.
Her hands cupped his face and she pulled his gaze down the hers. He resisted for a moment then she had his full attention. "Donnie," she said softly. Her voice was still rich with the feelings he'd caused. Not a chur but a hum came from his as if he'd stifled a groan. "Donnie, breathe with me," she instructed. A few deep breaths later and the color to his irises returned to their wonderful Carnelian hue.
It was as if a breaker was flipped in his mind. He jumped backwards, his face beet red, panting suddenly. "I-I didn't hurt you, did I?" Panic clear in his voice. Sara went to say no but her hand softly touched her neck where he'd bit. "It sure as hell didn't sound like it," Raph huffed. Sara blushed now too and stuck her hand up in the air, flipping him off.
Leo barked out a startled laugh. She was sure Raph was fuming. Donnie on the other hand had noticed where he'd bitten her. Something dark crossed his face. He stood quickly and offered her his hand. When Sara only looked at it, puzzled, Donnie wasted no time in scooping her up in one fluid movement and carrying her away bridal style.
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I hurt her. One sentence looped in his mind as he carried a protesting red head in his arms. While he remembered everything, it was all fuzzy at the same time. He wasn't sure if his mind was playing the scene back to him correctly. Hadn't she been gasping? Moaning? Had her hand been pulling him closer or had she been trying to get him off?
He shifted her so she was over his shoulder and opened the door to her room. From her new position, she called him by his full name, huffing. If she'd wanted down she could have done it already, he reasoned. He stepped in and kicked the door shut behind them. Carefully, Donnie lowered Sara onto her bed.
Her cheeks were a bright red, her hair was tousled, but it was her eyes that got him. The light green depths sparkled with an inner light. Slowly, she grinned and looked down. He wasn't having any of that.
He kneeled in front of her as she sat on her bed and made her look at him. "I did hurt you..." He lightly ran a finger over the spot on her neck. She closed her eyes and smile. "You didn't hurt me, Donnie. It's just a hickey." He looked up at her. She didn't look scared or unhappy.
He rested his head in her lap and sighed, "Thank God." He wrapped his arms around her stomach and help onto her. Her hands went to his shoulders and silently she began to rub his shoulders. After a while she asked, "Do you.. Do you remember what we were doing?"
"Yes," he answered honestly. "I wasn't sure of what I was doing though... Something happened after you hugged Mikey... I was still there, but..." He struggled to put what he had felt into words.
"You needed to claim me," Sara said softly. Heat rose to his cheeks. That was exactly what he'd needed to do. Sara giggled, "So I got a hickey." Could he get anymore embarrassed? "Then your brothers-" Oh God, Donnie cried inside his mind. "Ruin everything." He could hear the pout she expressed. Still blushing deeply, he looked up at her.
She smiled. Her honest smile made her whole face light up. She was breath taking. "You are so gorgeous when you smile like that." He watched while pink re-tinged her cheeks for a moment. Her eyes closed and she leaned toward him. Happily, he kissed her.
Soon he was on top of her, between her legs again. He pressed himself against her and she stiffened. Her first word made his body ever hotter, his name whispered as her voice dripped with kindred need. Her second word nearly killed him. "Wait." He rose up on his hands and looked down at her. He saw it, hesitation. He groaned and rolled to lie beside her. She sniffed and murmured, "I'm sorry." He threw and arm over her and pulled her close. "It's okay, honey, we can go as slow as you want to." He kissed her temple.
He listened as she took a deep breath then said words that no man ever wants to hear. "We need to talk." Either he had really fucked up or she seriously wanted to talk about something. He propped his head up on his free hand and looked down at her.
She rolled over and clung to him. So he hadn't fucked up, plus one for blind luck. "Donnie, I really like you."
"I like you too, Sara, a lot." She giggled just a little then became serious again. "You're not going to like what I'm going to tell you." He couldn't anticipate anything she was going to say so he waited for her to collect herself. "I'm, uh, not... a virgin..." She fumbled out.
"Is that what's been bugging you? It's okay, Sara, nowadays-"
"Donnie," she warned. Probably because he had a very high IQ, he knew to shut up. That's when he noticed her shaking. He tightened his grip on her slightly. "I..." She tried then took a deep breath. "I..."
That's funny, where did all the bees come from, some secluded part of his mind wondered because all he could hear was a loud buzzing inside his head. He could have sworn she'd said something. He knew she'd said something. He couldn't hear what she'd said. It had been so quiet but it had burst his eardrums. He slowly let the word enter back into his vocabulary.
Raped.
Sara.
Raped.
Those words didn't belong together. No way had she had something so horrible done to her.
"Donnie?" Her voice cracked and sounded strained. He looked down and saw tear her eyes. "Do- do you n-not w-want me any m-more?" What? How could she think that? She'd been the victim. How could she feel like she'd be any less in his eyes? "I'm s-sorry, I should h-have told you s-sooner. I-"
"Sara, shut up." He took her face in his hand and forced her head up. He silenced her with a kiss. He pulled away and almost crushed her against his plastron. "You are perfect, Sara. You are amazing. You are strong, kind, and so smart. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." She started to cry and hold onto him like he was the only thing keeping her tied down to the planet.
Silent, he held onto her as she cried. He didn't know how long it lasted, it didn't matter. At the end, when she'd shed all her tears, he made her look at him again.
So many thoughts had buzzed through his mind. There were so many things he wanted to say, to tell her. When her puffy, swollen eyes looked up at him, he couldn't say anything. He softly kissed her.
"Thank you," Sara sighed when their lips parted. She sat up and wiped her face with a tissue from her nightstand. "Sorry I cried so much."
"Nonsense, if you want to cry some more, I'm still here to hold you."
"No, heh, I think I'm good for now." She gave him a weak smile and laid the crumbled tissue down. He opened his arms to her and he smiled a little when she threw herself at him. "So, uh, that offer to go slow... I'm going to have to hit you up on that..." She tried to joke. Donnie couldn't believe she was strong enough to try and joke about it. "We can take decades for all I care, Sara."
"Oh, Goddess, I hope not," she giggled.
Donnie looked at her. She had to be bipolar. No one he knew jumped emotions like that... except April during her time of the month. The look on his face had to give something away because she rolled her eyes at him and started to speak. "Donnie, something terrible happened to me, but I'm still alive. I can't let what they did to me-"
"They?" He was going to be sick. Was this how Raph felt all the time? So full of anger he would explode from the force of it inside his body? "Yes, three men. They tied me down and blindfolded me." Blindfolded? Oh, God, he cried inside his mind. "When they were done, they shot me up with heroine and dropped me off at a hospital." She shuddered. "The staff didn't believe I'd been raped because I was so fucked up on the heroine."
"Do-do you know who they were?" He'd find them. Three deaths he'd never feel any regret over. He'd make them suffer first. Their slow deaths wouldn't be enough. He wanted to beat them into bloody pulps then peel their bruised flesh from their bodies. If he could use his bare hands, all the better, even though he knew he could invent something to do it for him so their were no fingerprints or any evidence.
"Not personally, but yeah, I found them. I killed each of them." Her flat voice startled him. It sounded like there was more to that story. "Good. They deserved it." He kissed the top of her head.
"Still, I'm not going to let them win, Donnie. I...I want you... If you still want me..." The last part sounded like a question, even to him.
"Of course I do, Sara."
"Then as long as you don't mind taking it slow, I'd like to try. I... want to be with you. I'd like you to be my first." She'd curled up on herself, and when for the umpteenth time, he pulled her chin up to look at her, she started to blush. He grinned at her, making the blush on her cheeks deepen. "How corny would it be if I said that I would be honored?"
"Very," she laughed.
"Then I would be honored." As she laughed, Donnie kissed her forehead. "Tonight, if you don't mind, I'd just like to hold you in my arms," he asked. So that's what they did. They went to sleep on her bed, tangled in each other's arms.
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A/N: Okay, listen my reason for not updating when I said I would is because I wrote out this whole fucking chapter, went to save the file... hit, guess what, DELETE. Yeah, you heard me. F-u-u-u-ck-ing DELETE. I cried, ladies and gentlemen. I CRIED. I refuse to beg forgiveness for this because I shed tears... Then I got to my boyfriends house, tried to type it out again and he DOES NOT HAVE WORD PROCESSOR. WHAT THE FUCK!? I thought that shit was standard on computers worldwide. So this update is actually pieced together from three different emails I sent to myself, determined to get it to my readers. Sis, aka, MinecraftedPocky loaded it to the computer for me, so thanks to her too. Regardless, I hope I finished this chapter off well enough for you, all nice and fluffy with the bitter undertone of painful memories.
Props to Kennna for pointing out the mineral that matches Donnie's eyes so well, and sorry if I embarrassed you by giving you a shout out, but you're dedication needed to be publicly acknowledged. XD
Thanks to everyone that has read this, blessed be to all of you. You are putting up with an extremely crazy writer that cries all the time and rambles in A/Ns!