"April thinks he works too much. All day and night he can be stuck on a project, therefore she will make him occupied by something far more important... ;)" ~ nakcabttack2

I have officially given up on warning lines. Story's rated M. If you're going to read it, read it. If not, then don't. Let this be warning from here on out for all those M rated chapters.

"Project: April"


April opened the lab door, anger twisting her face into a very unflattering expression. It banged shut behind her, the click sound of the lock reverberating off of the walls. Donatello looked up and gave her a halfhearted 'hey April' before looking back down at his project. She crossed her arms, stomping over to the table and pried the screwdriver from his hand, throwing it across the room with a clank!

"Do you have any idea what day it is?" she looked down at him as if she were scolding a child.

"The 19th I think..." he trailed off, searching for his T-Phone.

"It's the 22nd," she said with a tilt of her head. He looked up at her, confusion dawning on his face. "You've been in this lab for three days Donnie!"

"That.. Can't be.." his hand clasped his T-Phone from the table, checking the date. "That's.. Impossible.."

"You've ignored me for three days.." she stamped her foot in anger. "Firstly, I'm hurt. The whole point of me moving away from my life in New York was so that we could be together! Secondly, I'm pissed off. Are you're toys more important to you than me?"

"April, you know that's-" he began, but she plowed ahead.

"And thirdly, I'm going to do something about it." she reached down, grabbing hold of her t-shirt and promptly lifting it over her head, letting it fall to the floor. "I'm going to give you something better to do." she spoke again, reaching behind her and unclasping her bra, letting it, too, fall to the ground. With out a moment's hesitation, she brought her arm forward, sweeping the table of it's contents. The sound of metal falling and glass shattering rang in their ears. Donatello looked towards the pile of now worthless instruments only for a moment. When his gaze shifted back towards April, she had already taken the place of his circuit boards and glass vials. She had brought a leg up toward her head, holding it in place with her arms, the other draped carelessly off of the table, dangling dangerously close to his nether-regions. It was then he had realized she was wearing no shoes or socks.

He stood up suddenly, walking towards the table where she sat, leaning against it with a hand on either side of her. Her leg dropped and she put her hands on his, relishing the loving looks they gave each other. The moment only lasted for a second, because, before she knew it, her entire back was pressed against the table and his mouth was on her neck. Oh yes. he thought. This is a much better project. he trailed kisses up and down her neck, making sure to leave marks along the way. She squirmed underneath him as his lips traveled lower, moving to capture a nipple in his mouth.

Bite, suck a little, nip lightly, blow cool air. Yes, he had this mastered. With a few precise moves, her body gave into him. Her moans of ecstasy only tightened the ball of lust in his groins tighter. His lips traveled even lower, his tongue dipped into her navel as he removed both her pants and panties in one fluid motion.

She could only guess what would happen next, crying out in anticipation as he pressed a loving kiss on her inner thigh. He took a deep breath of her womanly scent before pressing a kiss to her fiery locks. Her legs jerked as his tongue flickered out to tease her sensitive nub. Oh she'd never get used to this, the sensations he gave her, the feeling of his lips on her womanhood. It seemed every time was better than the last. His mouth latched onto her clitoris, sucking and swirling his tongue against it. He inserted a large digit into her and pumped in success with his licks.

"Oh, dear Lord!" she cried out, her back arching of the table and her hands clinging to his head, desperately holding him in place as she came, her juices spilling all over him and the table. He looked up from in between her legs, licking his lips slowly. He loved her taste, he loved her smell. He loved it all, and he could never tell who was enjoying it more. He got up, his manhood standing proud and free from his shell. A breathy moan escaped her, and she slid off the table, forcing him down onto the chair and following him. The force of them both landing in the chair caused it to go rolling backwards with speed, hitting the wall with a crash. But neither of them seemed to care (or notice), as the second they had both landed, he was inside of her and she was rocking into him.

It was rough this time; it was hard and it was fast. When she fell over the edge, she brought Donnie with her, both of them collapsing and bracing their arms against each other.

He should probably clean up the mess, he thought. Yes, there would be cleaning to do. But now, he was content. And so he stayed there, still inside of her, both of them drifting off into sleep.


A/N: Well that was lemon from start to finish... As always, remember to shoot me a summary! And I mean it, I'm not warning for M rated one-shots anymore. So read them at your own risk Cx

Also, I've never seen a shittier title... I suck at titles honestly. Maybe I should start asking for titles instead of summaries xD