A few hours later-

Don stepped out of his lab feeling a sense of satisfaction upon knowing that he had bought every one of Aarien's CD's currently available, downloaded a multitude of her music videos, and outbid someone on E-bay for the costume dress from the Butterfly video.

Well, I'll say this about myself- I never do anything by halves. He thought smugly as he stepped out into the living area and noted that Aarien was curled up on the farthest corner of the couch with one of Mikey's video gamers magazine's in her hands while Mikey played Halo a few feet away.

On the other side of the couch, Raph was flipping through channels and occasionally glancing at Aarien out of the corner of his eye. Don sighed knowing that trouble was brewing with his older brother. He could tell by the way he had been acting since Aarien had been brought to their home that the 'enforcer' of the family was just dying for a reason to attack her.

Walking further into the room, Don went over to Aarien's side of the couch and slipped his hands under her hair and lightly gripped her shoulders as he leaned down a little bit to see what she was reading.

It was an article on the impact video games will have on the future development of the world.

It was pure nonesense to Don. But to someone like Aarien who had just discovered that mutants were real- it was probably very fascinating.

She tipped her head back to look at him for a second, and for that brief moment in time, he could feel her body tense under his hands. "Did you get what you set out to get?" She asked curiously. He smiled at her.

"Yup." And E-bay bidder Miki-mine should be crying in his or her cheerios right now. Don thought as he leaned down and gave her a chaste kiss on the forehead. Aarien blushed up at him and quickly buried her face in the magazine again to avoid looking at him.

It was something that they would have to work on, Don supposed as he moved away from her as Mikey got killed and growled, "Dammit! Every friggin time!" at the same time Master Splinter decided to come out of his room with the dresses and shirts that he'd asked April to help him with two days ago.

It was nice what people could accomplish when they were undisturbed for several days.

And since he had already had an idea of how the clothing would look on his future daughter, he hadn't needed to measure. She may be small, but she was in no way starving. Which meant that the dresses and shirts would fit her nicely without being too loose or tight.

However the moment he opened his door and heard his youngest son swear in front of his future daughter he picked up an old bouncy ball that he used to throw at the boys when they stepped out of line since he couldn't chase them down like he used too- and threw it at Mikey's head. It hit with enough force to nearly knock his youngest son over as he growled menacingly, "Michelangelo! You will watch your tongue when you speak in the presence of a lady!"

Raphael, Donatello, and Aarien all turned to look at him. Their eyes wide as Mikey rubbed the sore spot on his head and glanced at his master as he made his way over to Aarien and patted her shoulder and asked, "Miss Rymer may I borrow you for a few minutes."

Aarien nodded mutely as she spied the clothes draped over one of his arms and quickly marked her place in the magazine and stood up and followed Splinter to the bathroom where he then proceeded to hand her the clothing then shove her inside and close the door with a small chuckle before calling out, "Donatello, I need you to do me a favor!"

Don walked over to the bathroom where Splinter was standing, wondering if he had accidentally locked himself out or something when Splinter said, "I want you to see something." Don frowned, not understanding what Splinter might want him to see as the elderly rat reached out and silently opened the door and then stepped back.

Don hesitated for a moment, unsure of wheather he should really peek inside. After all, Leo was unaccounted for at the moment and Aarien was somewhere. The last thing he wanted to do was peek and get into trouble with someone. But Splinter was standing there...staring a hole through him and making him a bit nervous.

So after taking a deep, calming breath- he gently placed one of his hands against the door and pushed it open and froze upon seeing the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen before in his life.

There in the middle of the bathroom, right under the light, stood Aarien in a lovely purple colored kimono style dress. Her odd pinkish colored hair was up in a twist at the back of her head, away from her nape. She turned to look at him with those wide pretty eyes, startled by his intrusion.

She might have said something if he hadn't have stepped into the room and closed and locked the door behind him with a strange look on his face. His dark eyes turning almost gold as he closed the distance between them.

Aarien took a subtle step back, her heart suddenly hammering in her chest, her body trembling slightly. What was this? Why was Don in the bathrrom with her? The rat had given her the impression that she would be left alone. She didn't understand... Don caught up to her and slipped an arm around her slender waist and pulled her up against him as she lifted a hand to slap him- he was scaring her again. Like he had that morning.

But he caught her hand before she could strike him and held it in a firm grip while he lifted it to his lips and kissed her curled fingers, her palm then the inside of her wrist. All without taking his eyes off of her face. She flushed, this time a brighter color pink as she felt him angle the arm around her waist so that his hand was resting just shy of one of her ass cheeks, causing her to stiffen and squeak in mortification before he buried his face against her throat.

His lips brushing her pulse point causing a shiver to work it's way down her spine as a soft whimper escaped her as she gripped his shoulder with her free hand when he tipped her back slightly.

"Ahh!" She said in shock as he ran his tongue along the shell of her ear then nipped at it gently. Causing her to twitch in his grasp as he let go of her hand and grasped her chin, using his fingers to run along her skin as he skimmed his lips along her cheek then to her lips.

Soft. She was so soft.

One wrong move could damage her forever.

Her breaths were coming a little faster now. He felt them fan his skin as he leaned in and locked eyes with her. His eyes now a solid gold color, the color that indicated arousal. His mind felt clouded, as if it were drugged.

Aarien stared up into those gold eyes and felt her will to resist slipping away. Her mind was going fuzzy. Blanking out. What's wrong with me? She wondered as Don leaned in a little more. Closing the space between their faces until they were just a hairs breath apart.

He tipped her head back with his fingers and closed the remaining distance. His heart thudded, his fingertips bit lightly into her skin as he touched his lips to hers. Drinking in the honey of her lips and making it his own.

Nothing had ever felt so perfect. Nothing had ever felt so right as holding this woman in his arms. Kissing her lips.

He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue past her lips as he slipped the hand tipping her head back, through her hair so that she couldn't escape his kiss or pull away unless he let her. He felt her fingernails bite into his shoulder and forearm and felt a pleasant thrill run down his spine.

What he would give to have her in his bed right now- but no, it wasn't the right time. She may be accepting of her role as his future wife but she didn't know enough about him to be his wife and be content. First she needed to know. Then and only then would he have her.

He slipped his fingers from her hair, careful not to pull it out though it must be mussed by now. And lifted his mouth and looked at her for a moment. God she was so beautiful with her face flushed and her lips swollen, she had a dazed look on her face as he slowly released her and murmured, "You look beautiful Aarien." Then quickly moved away from her and over to the door.

Unlocking and opening it almost in the same instance before he disappeared out of the room, leaving her standing there panting and holding onto the counter because she feared that her legs were too weak to support her.