The strobe lights nearly blinded Donatello and it made him sweat underneath the heat of the flashing lights. With each stripe of light that rotated around the room and caught his eye, Donatello had to readjust to the dimness of the party.
He couldn't believe April had talked him into this. It was one thing getting out of the house at night to be on their own, but it was another to go to a party...he supposed it was working out so far, though.
Red-brown eyes flashed to the people dancing around him and at the party goers that brushed passed him, laughing and grinning; all of them wearing some kind of costume. Leopards passed him, pirates, giant food...him in his regular form fit in. He had been complimented on his 'costume' at LEAST thirty times that night, and it made him relax. But not enough.
The ninja brought the plastic cup to his lips and tasted the Italian soda-alcoholic drink he had. April's choice. She insisted he'd like it, and he was happy to say that she was right.
The room was dim with smoke from a fog machine and was honestly a little warm for his taste. He had found a wall to lean against after tiring from dancing a little while ago. It was as though everyone was dancing except for him. The bodies moved to and fro and seemed to get lost in the high of the night.
Donatello drew his eyes along the crowd and froze. His eyes connected with icy blue ones and he nearly dropped his drink. A smile pulled at the woman's purple lips, her red hair down and around her face like a crown.
Suddenly, the crowd vanished in his mind's eye. All Donatello could see was the red headed beauty in the middle of the dancers. The strobe lights flashed across her pale skin and shone in her eyes, seducing his heart.
Donatello felt himself take a few steps. April didn't budge. He maneuvered through the crowd with ease, not breaking eye contact in fear of losing her. The fog machine coughed out more spoke that seemed to circle her.
The ninja felt his eyelids droop. She had chosen a simple costume, but it was beautiful. A purple leotard and cape with his mask, April had made a superhero out of herself using his favorite colour. It suited her well.
As he drew closer, he only seemed to be intoxicated by her more and more. They stood inches apart and his head drooped closer to her level. They searched each other's eyes amidst the strobe lights and smoke, forgetting where they were. Who they were...
His lips found hers and she held his face, kissing him back slowly and with so much intimacy it drove him wild. He took in the shape of her lips, face, hips...Donatello broke away and breathed in all that was April and rested his forehead against hers.
"Why don't we ditch this popsicle stand and have a party of our own?"
April's eyes flashed with an emotion Donatello couldn't read, a grin spreading on her face. She lightly pecked his lips. "I thought you'd never ask." Her voice was a raspy whisper that sent chills up and down his spine. The petite female slipped her hand into his and led him out of the crowd and the room and left the party, smoke, dancers and strobe lights behind.
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imaAvenger: I'm sorry if the God thing offended you, but I'm not religious and didn't intend on it being offended. It's a very common phrase used and I lowercased the "g" to give it less meaning of a religious term and more of a "swear" phrase. Thank you for reading and I'm glad you enjoy my stories! :)