A/N: Yeah, I know, I hate these too, but I had to put one in, sorry. Yell at me all you want, I can't hear you… lalalalalalalalala…
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Two months later…
Mik watched from her bed in Sara's room as the young woman finished polishing her weapons and secured them in their holsters. She knew that Sara had trained hard to be able to patrol with the turtles. She also knew that she would be alone with Splinter the moment they all departed.
Some of the red head's enthusiasm was rubbing off on her though, and she found it harder than normal to sit still. She stood and pulled Sara's hair hack into a ponytail. She'd started to help her get ready in the mornings and often scolded her for her language, as if she was now the 'mommy', she laughed with Sara about it a couple times.
Splinter had heard once and chuckled. The sound of his laugher and the way it made her fur raise up had caused her to leave the room, something she no longer had to do every time he came around. He still made her nervous and on edge, her heart still hammered any time he got close, but she was getting used to it. Still, she hadn't brought it up to anyone because she didn't want them to worry about her. After all the time they'd all invested in helping her learn everything, she felt like she couldn't ask for more.
"How do I look?" Sara asked. She spun slowly, her arms out from her sides, giving Mik a 360 look at her. Her hair pulled up and out of the way, a purple headband keeping fly-aways from obscuring her vision, Mik grinned at her. Sara probably returned the gesture but Mik couldn't tell because she'd opted for a half mask that covered her nose down to her neck. She had black eye shadow on that made her eyes look larger, brighter and sunken into her face.
The attire that she wore suited the night she was about to have She choose all black clothes with purple linings. The outfit was tight to her body, Sara had made it herself, teaching Mik to sew at the same time. She'd sewn the purple holsters for her weapons into the sides of her knee length pants so that they wouldn't clang together as she moved. Mik knew that as tight as the outfit seemed, Sara had a couple pockets that held an assortment of hidden items should she need them. Black combat boots that she'd ordered off an army surplus site were laced with purple laces and Mik grinned to herself, the girl loved purple.
To be honest, judging by everything she'd seen on TV, Sara looked like a classic example of a ninja. She looked deadly.
"You look great. We better hurry or they will leave without you." Mik walked her to the main entrance where the guys were waiting. Splinter stood next to his sons, wishing them luck. "Be careful," Mik warned Sara.
"I will, thank you," the redhead said then hugged her. Mik watched her leave, bouncing and as excited as Mikey on a sugar rush.
Splinter's voice shocked her slightly, as it always did when he spoke, "She will be alright."
"I know," she said.
"Do you want a cup of tea?" Splinter asked. She picked up on the hesitation in his voice and the slow fiddling his hands did on his cane. He was nervous too. "Tea sounds good right now," Mik softly smiled at him.
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Wind rushed against her face, making her smile behind her mask. The leaps from building to building weren't easy and some of them she had to piggyback on Donnie to get across. The fun of roof running had been well worth all the effort she'd put into her body and senses. She hoped they would find someone to beat up, just so she could blow off some steam.
They were doing a limited patrol, and would be until she gained more stamina. Sara knew better than to whine about it because she would be feeling the aftermath when she woke up, for sure. She couldn't help but be proud of herself, she'd completed enough training in two months to be able to go out with the guys and she wasn't going to let the morning after consequences stop her from having some fun.
Her eyes darted to Donnie. He wasn't thrilled like his brothers, but he did smile at her. Since he couldn't see her smile, she winked at him, which made him blush. Her mind wandered a moment.
They hadn't gotten any farther that that night in the lab. Every time they would get close to that point, something would happen and they would have to stop. It was frustrating and so stressful that she'd started to eat a container of tic-tacs a day.
The night wore on and stayed uneventful. As they headed back to the lair, Sara had to admit it was kind of a let down. She knew they did not always run into bad guys but she'd hoped for at least one. "Don't worry, yer gonna kick enough ass by the end o the year yer gonna lose count," Raph told her. He tugged her ponytail and then jumped onto a higher rooftop that adjoined the one they were on. "I know," she huffed, "I can kick… your ass… enough to… lose… count too."
"Leo, stop," Donnie called to their leader and Sara was wretched to a halt by her wrist.
"What the hell," she asked, taking the reprieve from running to catch her breath.
"You can't breathe, that's the hell, Sara."
"What's wrong?" Leo asked in full leader mode.
"She can't breathe," Donnie replied as he checked her pulse.
"I'm fine," Sara protested.
"Whoa, is she having an asthma attack?" Mikey panicked as he skidded to a halt, having to double back from his position in the lead. Raph smacked him upside his head and Sara gave the darkest turtle a thumbs-up. "Of course not, she's just been running for the past four hours."
"So have we, but none of us look like we're going to pass out." The youngest turtle mumbled as he rubbed the side of his head. Sara flipped him off and grumbled, "I'm fine, my stamina just isn't great yet." She was catching her breath quickly. Donnie's fingers fluttered over her neck until they found her pulse. His touch caused thoughts she did not want to think while his brothers eyed her.
Donnie pulled his hand away. "Your pulse is too high."
"I'm fine," Sara said again.
"Either you climb on my back now, or I pick you up and carry you home that way," Donnie warned.
"No way! It's less than a mile back home."
"Sara…" Donnie warned again, his eyes shooting proverbial daggers at her. Sara huffed, annoyed. Brilliance sparking an idea, she pointed behind his shoulder. "What the hell is that thing?" She asked with mock horror. Donnie spun around, drawing his bo and Sara seized her chance at independence. She turned and ran for her life because when Donnie caught her, she was so dead. Might as well give him a 'run' for his money.
She leaped across the gap in the first set of roofs, Splinters training keeping her silent as she landed. She glanced over her shoulder. All four of them were looking around. She couldn't stop the giggle that formed as she leapt to the next roof. Then she faintly heard a growl. She looked back again.
Donnie's body was taunt and his hands fisted at his sides. Leo put a hand on his shoulder but Donnie shook it off and started to run. Sara snapped her head back to look in front of her. She made it across three more roofs before she made out the sound of feet behind her. Donnie's growl was low, like the one he'd given his brothers when they'd walked in on them on the couch, or when Mikey hugged her. The sound made her heart skip one of its frantic beats.
He growled again and she knew he was lunging for her. She sidestepped and heard him hit the roof. She glanced back to see him already back on his feet, crouched low. He stared at her with what she could only define as pure lust. She gulped and soared across the next chasm in front of her. She felt like prey. Like an elk running from a wolf. The adrenaline fueled her across two more roofs before he caught her.
His plastron collided against her back almost painfully and she yelped as the ground surged up to meet her. At the last second, Donnie rolled them and took the force of the landing on his shell. They skidded to the lip of the building where a raised edge caught them. He rolled them away from the edge and so that he was on top of her, her arms and legs pinned hopelessly to the top of the roof under him.
Sara wiggled, trying to get free, but immobilized by Donnie's strong hands and legs. She huffed, sucking in as much air as possible. Donnie panted lightly, his warm breath on her neck before he growled again. He lowered his head until his lips touched her neck and he growled once more before biting her.
Unbidden, her hips arched at the sting that sent molten fire to her stomach. When he churred, it sent little shock waved though her and she nearly forgot where they were. He let the tender skin go and croaked, "Mine," as he pressed his lower plastron to her stomach.
"EW! They're going to do the nasty!" Mikey's voice chilled her to the bone.
Donnie growled at them as his brothers gawked at him. It was a clear warning to back off. Sara wiggled again and in his distraction, got one hand free. His eyes shot back to her. She cupped his cheek in her hand. "Donnie, calm down." He churred in response and nuzzled her hand. His eyes dropped close as he enjoyed the feel of her touch. "Donnie, please, calm down," Sara said as she ran her hand over the top of his head and gripped his carapace.
Donnie whimpered at the loss of her touch and started to nuzzle the curve of her neck and shoulder. "I know, but I need you to think, Donnie."
"Are you okay, Sara?" Leo asked from a safe distance. Donnie whipped his head to snarl at his brothers. Sara sighed. This needed to end before he attacked on of them. She gripped his purple mask tails and yanked his eyes back to hers. "Donatello, stop."
She watched the change in him. First, it was his eyes, his pupils dilating back to normal, losing their predatory sheen. Then it was the strength of his grip as he held her down. When he finally came back to himself, he blushed and scrambled off her. Before he could say anything in front of his brothers, and cause himself more future embarrassment, Sara clamped a hand over his open mouth. Any time he got remotely like this apologies would spill forth and he would keep asking her to forgive him. She didn't want his apologies, she just wanted him.
"I know everything that you're going to say, so don't. I'm fine, everything is okay, but I am going to hit you up on that piggyback ride 'cause I'm tired as hell." Donnie's nostrils flared as he tried to breathe. He closed his mouth, gulped, and nodded. Sara climbed onto his shell and wrapped her arms around his neck to enjoy the short ride home. A surprisingly quiet ride home, too.
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Splinter had only lectured him for about five minutes before dismissing him with a proverb about self-control. Leo however, grilled him about letting instinct drive him and keeping his focus while they were on patrol for a good hour. When he was done, Donnie went to go find Sara. Just because she knew what he was going to say didn't mean that she didn't need to hear it, and he'd feel like a pile of fecal matter until he spoke the words.
In full ninja mode, he slipped into her room but quickly slipped back out when he saw only Mik asleep in her respective bed. She wasn't in the lab. She wasn't in the bathroom. That left only his room as her only other possible location, unless she'd gone to the garage for some reason. He wanted to talk to her, but he couldn't if she was in his bed, not in his current state.
He made his way for the bathroom. He turned on the hot water, ridding himself of his gear and mask while waiting for it to reach the appropriate temperature. Sighing, he stood under the strong stream. He had to do this or he wouldn't be able to resist Sara's tempting scent as she snuggled beneath his sheets.
They'd had so many close calls that his brain was on the fritz. Ninja training with his dad sapped almost off her energy and she seemed half dead most of the time. Teaching Mik how the world worked took almost all of her free time, at least the time that she wasn't icing something soar. Then he had his job and patrols three times a week. There hadn't been a time in the past couple of months to progress romantically in their relationship.
On their own accord, thoughts and fantasies filled his mind until his member screamed to be released from its confines. As he relaxed the muscles that kept his shaft from being exposed, he groaned with relief. He took himself in one hand as he touched the wall with the other, knowing he would need its support before long. During meditation, visualization was everything and Donnie could use that skill in other areas. Thoughts of Sara in her patrol costume came to mind first as he began to stroke himself. The tightness of the black fabric as it clutched to her breast and ass in his mind had him rock hard.
He summoned the memory of her hand on him in his lab, unsure yet determined. The flush of her skin as he touched her body replayed as he heard her say his name. The last piece of his puzzle was her scent. He churred as he conjured the catalyst to his fantasies. If she could smell like heaven before she came, he couldn't imagine what it would be like when he truly claimed her, delving into her hot center. Suddenly the scent was too strong and the hand he was imagining seemed too real.
He opened his eyes and almost died from shock.
Sara was there, below him, matching his pace on his member while kneeling. She met his gaze with a wide grin and light giggle as she squeezed him. Then, as if an idea that would change the world crossed her mind, she grinned even bigger and winked at him. Her tongue flicked the tip of his shaft and Donnie saw stars. "Say my name again," Sara said meekly as she licked him again. Donnie struggled to say anything past the chur that rumbled his body. Sara's hand stilled, forcing his to stop, too.
When he'd shut his eyes, he couldn't remember but they popped open to look down at her again. She was still there. He wasn't hallucinating. "How did y-you get in here?"
"The door was unlocked," she said with an eye roll. "Mikey and Raph went to bed when we got back and Leo said that he hadn't seen you for a while." She pried his fingers away from himself as she spoke. "I checked the lab but you weren't there, then I heard you say my name." She started to pump his member and he groaned at the satisfaction the friction brought. "I was waiting for you in your room, you know," she said with a pout.
"I-I couldn't go in there.." he hissed as she licked him. "I-I w-was afraid th-that I would…hurt you."
"Because of what happened on patrol?"
Donnie couldn't form words anymore so he just nodded. Her hand stilled then moved to the sensitive lining of the pouch his member usually resided in. Her slender fingers traced the edges and Donnie churred in response. Stars danced with lightening behind his eyes. "Can you make it?"
"Wha-what?"
"Can you make it to your room?" Sara asked in a lust laden tone. A small whiff of her aroused scent hit him, and Donnie groaned and croaked out a small 'yes'. Sara replaced her hand on him but didn't move it. Instead, she drew him into her mouth and he gasped her name. She released him and pulled away, slipping through the shower curtain in silence. Whether that silence was from her training or the sound of his heart hammering in his ears, he couldn't tell.
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A/N: Oh, I'm such a tease. Don't worry, next chapter is exactly what you want.