Disclaimer & Warnings:

I do not own the Turtles, as much as I would love to.

Romantic pairings include 'turtlecest': OCxDonnie; LeoxRaph.

*These later chapters are converting the story to an M rating for language and innuendo / adult content.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Go Crazy – Don & Alex

Donnie had just softly closed the door when Alex tensed, reaching for the knob.

"Lexi?" he asked, puzzled, grabbing her wrist to make her pause.

"I forgot to give them a blanket," she said anxiously. "They're gonna freeze out there."

He pulled her into his arms, shaking his head. "Precious, give them some time. They need it."

"I'd just be a min-,"

He locked his gaze with hers, an amused smile on his face. "Lexi. Really. They need space."

"But-,"

He rolled his eyes. "Trust me."

"Oh fine. But I'm gonna give them one before we go to sleep." She pouted at him, and his heart flopped over.

"Just how long do you plan on being up?" he whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehead softly.

"However long you want," she replied slyly. "C'mere." She took his hands in hers again.

The bedroom was spacious and truly lovely. Beyond her tasteful choices in art adorning the walls, she had directed them to arrange the room in a very pleasing, open manner. The large room accommodated quite a few pieces of furniture, but it didn't appear crowded. The bed was the focal point of the room, a soft full-sized one displayed proudly in front of the twin windows. Japanese patterns in muted colours adorned the bedcover. It was here she led him, gently sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the windows.

He leaned against her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as he sighed contentedly.

"Isn't it beautiful?" she asked, her voice hushed.

"Heart-wrenchingly," he whispered back. "I never tire of seeing the city lights."

They sat silently for a few moments, wrapped in their thoughts. Donnie was reluctant to ruin the moment, but he was finding his mind more and more distracted as he sat with her. Finally he shifted uncomfortably, and she looked up at him.

"Donnie?" she asked softly.

"Mm?"

"We don't have to do anything tonight." She kissed his jaw gently, shyly. "I mean, I know Raph and-," She paused, giving him a sheepish grin.

"You what?" he asked curiously, smiling at her. "Just what devious little plan did you two think up?"

"It was his idea!"

"And this idea was…?"

She blushed, tilting her head away from his, but he reached over to bring her gaze back. "We bet on which of us couples would scream first."

Donatello leaned his head back, laughing. "Are you serious?"

She chuckled with him. "Of course."

"Sounds like something he would think of," Donnie said dryly.

"Donnie?" she asked again.

He raised his brows in question.

"I- I know I said I'd tease you, but I'm not going to manipulate you," she said, a note of desperation in her voice. "I mean, I love to tease, but please don't read more into it. Unless you want to."

He flushed slightly. "Is that your roundabout way of asking my permission?"

"Maybe?" She smiled, tearing her eyes from his to look over the city. "Donnie, you're not the only one who's cautious about this. I know we're attracted to one another but… I've done things, Donnie. Things I'm not proud of."

"Haven't we all?" He leaned in, breathing in her hair's scent. "I'm assuming you're referencing something sexual."

She shrugged softly, still gazing out the window. "I've cheated on a guy I was dating. Once. I never would do that again, even if I was with an asshole like Chuck, but…" He saw her green eyes darken. "Knowing that I have that potential is difficult to live with. And if you want to- to be with me, you should know about it."

A moment of silence.

"We all have that potential," Donnie said finally. "Like I told you, we make choices every day."

"I'll regret that choice until the day I die," she said miserably. "I feel like it will tarnish every experience I have."

"Only if you let it." Boldly he reached up to suggestively stroke her neck. "Only if we let it."

"Donnie, I…" Her voice trailed off as she turned, burying her face against his chest as she linked her arms around his neck. "I would never hurt you. I've done it before to someone else. I freely admit that. But I'd rather step in front of a bus than hurt you. Or your family."

"Precious, it's okay," he soothed, slightly alarmed at her sadness. "Lexi, I trust you. And we build layers of trust with every experience we share." He nuzzled her head with his nose. "Thank you for telling me. But I'm not worried." He chuckled as a thought struck him. "Besides, if you did, Raph would kill you."

She leaned back, giving him a genuine smile. "He and Mikey are the brothers I never got to have. Mikey the goofball. Raphael the running buddy."

"Aww, no Leo love?"

She nodded. "Leo is… special. A mentor. A close friend. He is wise beyond his years, living in a lofty place I can't quite reach. I don't feel that brotherly bond with him like I do the others, but he's just as important to me." She kissed along Donnie's face. "And you…"

"I think we've passed the point of just friends," he whispered, grinning.

"Definitely." She breathed on the small patches of wet skin, and he shivered.

"So, any other d-dark secrets to sh- share?" he stuttered, his breath hitching as she kissed his jawline again. He saw her flush more deeply in the glow from the window.

"You've been very honest with me, so I'll be the same," she said tentatively. "I've had one complaint from the guys I've been with." She looked up at him. "Which is three, by the way."

"Okay," he laughed softly. "What could they possibly complain about?"

"I'm apparently not adventurous enough," she said dryly.

"Excuse me?" He tilted his head at her.

Her blush deepened further. "I- I know what I like and want what I like. I mean, I'll try anything once out of curiosity, but given a choice I just… want the same thing."

Intrigued, he leaned closer. "And what is that?"

She made a helpless gesture. "I- I like missionary. A lot. It fits with the whole being forced to submit idea."

His eyes burned into hers as he rapidly processed what she'd said. "Forced?" he finally asked, licking his lips.

"Y- yeah," she replied, watching his tongue in fascination. "But I've almost always had to be the dominant one." She frowned as some of her shyness melted. "Y'know; be on top, or tell him what to do, or even initiate sex." She sighed. "I like that sometimes- who doesn't?- but I don't want to have to constantly be the one in charge. I love to tease, but only to get my partner so riled he has no choice but to attack me." Her eyes flickered to the window, then back to his. "That's why I said you don't have to read too much into my teasing. It's natural to me, but I'm not trying to force a decision on you."

His eyes narrowed as he smiled. "Very interesting." He took another breath, then asked, "You like being told what to do?"

She nodded, her blush returning. "It's an odd idea, but I actually feel more in control when I'm submissive."

"Explain."

"Well… Sure, I'm being told what to do, how to do it..." Her face broke into a grin. "But only I have the power to please my partner. I like being that tool of pleasure."

Donatello shuddered involuntarily. "That's a powerful mental image."

She ran a hand up his arm, the touch light and fleeting. "Like I said before, I don't always want to be submissive. But I really, really like it." She brushed her nails softly over his shoulder, and he jerked slightly. "Is the idea appealing to you? Whether it's tonight or-,"

"LEO! F-fuuuck!"

They froze, blinking at each other as they heard the shout. A few seconds later, Alex groaned, frowning.

"I guess you lost your bet," Donnie said dryly. "I wouldn't've guessed him as a screamer."

She dissolved into giggles, resting her head on his shoulder as he chuckled with her.

"What did he want?" Donnie asked.

She held back a laugh as she replied, "To win."

"Ha! That he did."

"Jerk," she muttered. "I'm sure he'll come up with something, though. He told me I could have whatever I wanted if I won… I bet he'll turn that against me."

"Ouch. Good luck with that," Donnie said, giving her a wry grin. "He's quite evil when he wants to be."

"So I've gathered."

Donatello cleared his throat as softer, desperate murmurs drifted from the living room. "Anyway. Yes." He lowered his head as his eyes locked onto hers. "That idea is very appealing."

"Really?" she asked, her wide eyes hopeful.

"Precious, doing anything with you is a joy. I don't care what it is." His throat felt dry at what his racing mind was contemplating, but managed to collect his wits enough to add, "I like being in control. You know that."

"Yes," she replied softly, pressing her fingernails into his shoulder again. "You're so sweet and thoughtful, but I've wondered if you had a desire for something… rougher in you."

Flashes of his earliest sexual fantasies crossed his mind; of pinning and tying him down in a whirl of red and violet and-

He shook his head violently to clear it, and she frowned up at him. "S- sorry," he stuttered. "But yes. Very true. I- I've thought of th- that scenario many times."

"What scenario?"

"I don't want to think about it," he said harshly, and she recoiled. He then sighed, stroking her hair. "Forgive my tone. I- I have memories of daydreams I used to have, and as I didn't know you then, they obviously weren't of you. I just don't want to think about them anymore." He gently pulled her into a hug. "I have you now."

"Ohh," she said slowly. She pushed his embrace away, frowning. "I didn't get in the way of anything, did I?"

"Of course not," he reassured her. "In fact… In fact…" His voice trailed off, his eyes unfocused. She snapped her fingers by his nose, and he jumped. "In fact, if you weren't here, I'd be fairly heartbroken right now."

Her eyes darted toward the bedroom door before she pointed to it. "You had a crush on one of them?"

He nodded slowly, his body tense with anxiety.

"Oh! Lemme guess-," she grinned, but he interrupted her.

"Raphael."

"Dammit, I was gonna guess." She grinned at him slyly. "Good choice."

He choked back a nervous laugh. "I had figured the possibility of finding a human mate was nigh impossible, so I had turned to my brothers… But I assure you, my affections are only for you."

"I know that," she scoffed. "And besides, Raph and I already agreed, no foursome."

Donnie chuckled, which built into a roaring laughter. She laughed with him, relieved his pinched expression had faded.

"So, Donnie…" she drawled once they had quieted, "You know I like being subservient. So you tell me. What do you want from me tonight?" She drew a line down his arm with her nails, eliciting a soft gasp from him. "Should we settle down to sleep? Should we explore each other…" She ran a finger down the edge of his plastron. "And see where it leads?"

"You know my curiosity is never satisfied," he murmured, sliding a hand down her arm as she had his. "I'm worried about my inexperience, though."

"That's nothing to worry about," she replied, her voice low. "Do what you want. I'll tell you if I don't like it. Otherwise… Go crazy on me."

"Crazy with you," he whispered.

"Just as long as you go crazy," she whispered back.

He hesitated, his hands on her arms, struggling with what his body was screaming at him to do, and his mind begging him to think it through. He tilted his head as he remembered something.

Raphael had told him to not give himself the chance to overthink anything. Good advice.

"If- if I ask to stop, would you mind?" Donnie asked.

"Of course not," she nodded. "You'll do the same for me, right?"

He mimicked her nod. "And you're certain you don't mind if I'm not- not human?"

"Frankly, that makes it all the harder to resist you," she smiled at him, her eyes narrowing with passion.

Lexi was patient and considerate. And most importantly, willing. A safety net was in place; they would stop if either were uncomfortable. His mind and body were finally in agreement.

Alex's eyes widened as she heard a deep rumble in the back of his throat.

"Run," he rasped, his body tensing as his eyes narrowed to slits.

"Run?" she asked, puzzled.

His hand shot out, tangling in her hair and tugging on it slightly, making her gasp in pleasure. "Do what you're told. Now run."

Emerald eyes flashed as she pulled her hair out of his grasp. Giving him a sly grin, she scrambled backwards on the bed, away from him. He closed the distance in a single bound, and she fell off the edge, catching herself lightly with her hands and feet.

The bare lust shining in his dark eyes made her shiver.

Squealing with delight, she pushed herself to her feet, running to the other side of the room. He chased after her lazily, trying to corner her, but she ducked under his reach and raced toward the bedroom door. He stalked her then, low to the ground, his predatory growl resounding in the room.

She hesitated, rocking back and forth as she took another step back. Her hands grasped her robe hanging on the door behind her, and she tugged it off the hook.

She waited.

Donnie's eyes narrowed as he crept closer.

Just as he was reaching for her again, she threw the robe over his head and skittered away, laughing.

"Argh," he muttered, ripping it from his face as he turned to find her. "You'll pay for that."

"Only if you catch me," she taunted, crawling on all fours on the bed, swaying as she tried to decide which direction to go next.

He pulled the belt from the robe before he let it fall to the ground. Her eyes widened when he doubled it in his hands, shortening its length and snapping it once playfully. His growl mixed with his churring as he dashed toward the bed.

She shrieked again, diving off the other side and running in earnest this time. Hot on her heels, he chased her in three full circles around the room, gripping her shirt and pants, then letting her go to catch her again. He watched her hips sway and wiggle as she ran, and he kept reaching for her waist, desperate to wrap his hands on those curves.

Finally he hooked one of her wrists with the belt, and he tugged harshly on it, forcing her to stop. He crashed into her, his momentum toppling them onto the bed. Quickly he brought her other hand behind her back, tying her wrists together with an effective but loose knot. Then he rolled her over.

She panted up at him, unable to resist grinning. "Th- that's not fair. You're a ninja."

"You'll get better with practice," he whispered. "Lots of practice."

She tilted her head upwards, her eyes dark with promise. "You caught me. What do you want… master?"

A shock of pleasure ran through his body. Now that was something he'd not thought of.

"Say that again," he said urgently, bending over her as he pushed her shoulders into the mattress.

She licked her lips, a mock nervous gesture. "What are you going to do with me, master?"

"Whatever I want," he hissed. He lowered his head, kissing her cheek before pressing his mouth to hers. She parted her lips, moaning as his tongue slid across the roof of her mouth. She licked and sucked on his tongue, arching her back to press her chest into his. He groaned as he felt the gentle pressure of her breasts rub against him.

They both gasped when he finally broke the kiss, breathing raggedly. She whimpered softly as they lost body contact. "M- master, I want to touch you."

"Not yet," he breathed softly. "I get to explore you first." He leaned back down, nuzzling her neck and shoulder before his tongue darted out to taste her skin. She moaned again as his hands danced down her sides, his fingers occasionally applying pressure before trailing onward.

"I'm going to undress you," he said huskily, then frowned. He dropped his aggressive stance momentarily as he asked, "What do you want me to call you?"

She shrugged. "You're the boss."

"What turns you on, then?"

She flushed slightly. "I- I love it when you call me precious."

His eyes softened as he smiled down at her. "You are. You are so very precious." He churred loudly, gripping her tank top. "I'm not untying you yet… So, are you overly fond of this shirt?"

"Uhh." She blinked at him. "Not really?"

He leaned forward more to clench the shirt in his teeth; biting, then ripping it, a tear forming down the centre. She panted harshly as she watched him with wide eyes.

He teased the tear all the way to the bottom of the shirt, finally laying it open. His breath hitched in his throat as she moved her bare chest away from the bed, arching toward him in the chilled air.

Fuck the city lights. She was beautiful.

His greedy hands slid up her waist before cupping her breasts. He was rewarded with another, louder moan as he massaged them gently. Moving his legs to straddle her hips, he leaned down and took one rosy nipple in his mouth tentatively.

"Oh m- master," she moaned, struggling playfully against the makeshift rope, the feeling of restraint heightening her pleasure. "Please keep doing that."

As much as he wanted to comply, Donatello found himself enjoying their game far more. Reluctantly he lifted his head, his breath hot on her skin. "You'll have to earn it."

"Tell me, show me how," she panted, writhing underneath him.

"Lift your hips," he grunted, tugging on her pants urgently. He slid them down her legs, feeling another dizzying wave of pleasure as drank in the sight of the rest of her creamy skin. A part of his analytical brain noted she wasn't shaved, just trimmed. He liked how she looked.

"You're gorgeous," he whispered, running his hands lightly down the front of her body, momentarily lost in his wonder.

She smiled shyly, turning her head.

"Hey," he said sharply, and her eyes snapped back to his. "Keep looking at me."

"Yes, master," she said demurely.

He kept sliding his hands over her body, his eyes boring into hers as gripped her waist, teased her ribs and kneaded her breasts tenderly. She moaned and bucked under his touch but didn't dare look away, even as her face flushed with embarrassment.

He brought one of his hands to rest on one of her thighs. Slowly, gingerly, he stroked the inside with his thumb, creeping upwards in a tantalizing dance. She struggled in earnest then, trying to push herself closer to his waiting hand but he kept it out of reach. He grinned as an idea came to him.

"You haven't earned that either, my pet," he said lasciviously.

She shivered, her hooded eyes liquid with want. "Let me, master. I'll do anything."

"Of course you will, pet," he whispered, drawing his hand away and reaching up to tangle his fingers in her hair. She closed her eyes, smiling; then gasped as he pulled roughly. He used his other hand slide under her body to finally free hers, grabbing one of them and guiding it to the lower part of his carapace. Her hand stroked the bulge there, and he showed her how to free it.

He saw something flash in her eyes, and he felt his heart sink. "What is it, precious?"

She looked back at him, her brow furrowed slightly. "You're... ah…"

Disappointing? Unattractive? Weird? His mind raced; he wasn't very different from a normal human-

"Huge," she nearly grimaced, and he couldn't help but chuckle in relief. "Please be gentle?"

"I wouldn't be anything but," he assured her, bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing the palm. "Remember, you only have to tell me to stop and I will." His dark eyes searched hers for permission to continue, and she nodded eagerly.

"Then, pet, you should earn some pleasure by giving me mine," he growled, pulling on her hair again. She sat up, her hands impatiently feeling over his chest and stomach but he gripped her wrists, turning them with a slight twist of pain.

"You do not touch me until I tell you," he hissed, grinning devilishly at her. "Understood?"

"Yes, master." She eyed his cock greedily, desperately wanting to touch him, to feel him. Her hands were frozen in midair, torn between lust and obeying his command.

He watched the struggle on her face, a gentle smile curving his lips. She had seen all of him, and still wanted him- frantically, apparently. He had nearly as much pleasure watching her not touch him as when he finally let her.

He guided her hands once more, letting them wrap around his cock. "Pleasure me," he demanded hoarsely.

Having only ever experienced his own hands on himself, he reveled in the strange sensation of hers. It was a foreign feeling, yet familiar. And quite pleasant.

He watched her head begin to lean in, and he put a hand on her forehead. "Not yet," he said, gritting his teeth. It killed him to say that.

"But-," she whined, looking up at him with shining green eyes.

"No, pet," he growled, pulling her hair for emphasis. He was so sensitive, so ready from their playing he knew he wouldn't last if she went down on him now.

She contented herself with stroking him, her delicate fingers twisting and pulling on him, watching his cock weep with pre-cum. She licked her lips, wondering what he'd do if she disobeyed. She shot him a daring glance, but his eyes were closed in pleasure. Quickly she darted forward, her tongue lapping at the head, licking his juices clean.

His eyes shot open, a lustful moan escaping his throat even as he frowned at her. Roughly he shoved her back onto the bed, grabbing the discarded belt and re-tying her hands above her head.

"Bad pet," he growled softly, and she shuddered deliciously as he rolled her over, her nose pressing into the comforter. She breathed through her mouth, her heartbeat quickening as she waited for her punishment.

She didn't have to wait long.

Donatello flattened his palm, hesitating only seconds before bringing it down, smacking her ass hard enough to leave a red imprint.

"Fuck," she moaned, pushing her ass up in the air for more.

He leaned over to her ear and whispered, "A- Are you okay?"

"You're breaking my immersion," she replied dryly, and he chuckled as he sat back up.

He spanked her other side, and she groaned his name lustily. He felt his cock throb in response, and he wondered just how much longer he could keep their game going. All his senses were screaming to mount her. Through his haze of passion he remembered what she'd said earlier, and he gently flipped her onto her back. He reached up to untie her hands again.

"Guide me," he said, pulling her small fingers under his own as he trailed them down her belly and at the apex of her sex.

Nodding, her eyes clouded with lust, she began rubbing her clit, and he brought his face down close to their hands, watching intently in fascination. His other hand joined theirs, rubbing and teasing her lips, and she gasped sharply.

"More," she panted when he looked up in question. "Oh, Donnie, more. Please."

More? How could he do more? He frowned, then tilted his head further down. His wide tongue pressed against her lips, dragging upward slowly toward where their hands were rubbing, and her hips bucked, pushing herself against his mouth.

"Fuck, Donnie," she breathed erratically, her eyes narrowing to slits as she looked down at him.

He couldn't resist grinning at her and asking, "Do you mean that literally or figuratively?"

"Literally," she growled, thrusting her hips at him again. "Use your pet to get off."

Her words sent a shudder through him. "Are you ready for me?"

She nodded quickly. "Just go extra slow. I'll adjust."

"Sec." He bent down, licking her once more, and she gave a soft squeal. "You taste amazing. You're so wet." He lapped at her again, enjoying her pants and wheezes.

"Donnie," she whined. "More of that later. I want you inside me. Please. Now. Please, master."

He grunted in reply, shifting his weight to crawl atop her. She attacked his neck with kisses and light nips once it was within reach, and he moaned, crazy with desire.

She reached down between them, guiding his cock to her entrance. She tried to move against him, but he held back one last time.

"Do you want your master to take you?" he asked huskily, rubbing his nose against her shoulder.

She sunk her teeth into his shoulder, and he cried out as his mind shut down and pushed. Seconds later the passionate haze faded, and he felt Lexi struggling beneath him. He froze, kissing her face tenderly.

"Let- let me adjust," she begged, her nails digging into his arms. The flash of pain made him moan again.

"Sorry," he mumbled, ashamed. "That felt so good when you bit me."

"I- I'll remember that," she panted. She wiggled experimentally. "Okay, little more."

They did this for a moment, inching in, then resting, then pushing in. It took all his willpower to not thrust into her- she was so tight and wet and hot and sexy. His fear of hurting her outweighed everything, and he choked back his passion momentarily.

"O- Okay," he said finally. "I'm all the way in. You okay?"

"Yes," she replied, breathing through her mouth. "Give it a few more seconds, then just be gentle at first."

"Will it always be like this?" he asked curiously. "I'm scared of hurting you."

"No," she shook her head. "I just haven't done anything in a long, long time."

"Oh. Good," he sighed in relief. "It's so hard to not move."

"I just need more practice," she winked at him. "Lots more."

"C- can I, yet?" he pleaded.

Grinning, she bit down on his shoulder again.

"Fuck!" he screamed, thrusting deeply into her. She shrieked against his shoulder, her insides clamping down on him, which only made him groan louder.

"C'mon," she muttered as she bit her way up his neck. "Use me, master." Her hand snaked between them again, rubbing herself.

He thrust into her slowly, desperate to prolong the experience but already feeling his body tensing. "Yes, pet," he hissed. "Get yourself close to the edge."

"I- I am," she moaned. She abandoned herself and reached up to tangle her hands in his bandana, tugging at it mindlessly. "Oh fuck, Donnie, use me. Make me cum."

"Harder?" he begged in permission.

"Yes!" She wrapped her legs around his hips, her feet curling against his shell possessively. "Yes! More!"

He lowered his head next to hers, thrusting faster. Her scent filled his nostrils; her hair teased his face as he rocked back and forth.

"Donnie… Donnie!" she moaned louder, and he turned his head to cover her lips with his own. Her entire body tensed, became rigid, then shivered.

"Donnie!" she screamed against his mouth as she came, pulling at his cock inside her. Her nails dug into his flesh as she bit his lower lip.

Her climax made her even tighter around him, and he felt his mind slipping. Desperately he thrust once more into her, his vision blurring as he yelled her name in turn, spilling his hot cum inside her as he shuddered in her arms. He pumped into her twice more, causing her to tighten around him again in the aftermath.

"Donnie," she moaned softly, licking and chewing on his lip still. "Gods, man, that was your first time?"

"Yes," he admitted, suddenly feeling shy.

She ran her hands lovingly over his head and face, her eyes dark and full as she gazed back at him. "It's cheesy, and you don't have to believe me, but that- you're the best I've ever had."

"I- I- So-," he stuttered, unable to form a sentence. He shifted his weight and rolled to the side, bringing her with him, cuddling her against his chest.

She rested her head tiredly against the bed, staring up at him in wonder. "You're amazing, honey. And there's so much we didn't even get to…"

"I have a question," he said softly, and she raised an eyebrow. "Why the hell would anyone call you boring in bed?"

"Because that is what I like," she nearly purred, kissing his chest hungrily. "And I'll want that most every time."

He shook his head. "And how the fuck would that ever get boring?"

"Beats me," she sighed happily. She gently pushed away from his embrace, grabbing her belt and climbing out of bed.

"Where are you going?" he asked anxiously.

"To give them a blanket," she said, shrugging into her robe and tying it.

He chuckled, resting back against a pillow. "I love you."

"I love you too. I'll be right back." She plucked a green blanket from a nearby chair and slipped out of the room. She found Leo and Raph passed out on the couch in a tangle of limbs, and she smiled down at them fondly. Gently she covered them with the blanket, making sure it was tucked around their feet so they wouldn't get cold. She gave them each a soft kiss on the head before returning to the bedroom.

Donnie had pulled the comforter and sheets back and was snuggled underneath them. He patted the space beside him as she dumped her robe on the ground and climbed into his arms.

"This is interesting," he said, feeling her naked body pressed against his. "Might make it a bit hard for me to sleep."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll manage," she laughed. "Aren't you tired?"

He yawned in response.

"But if you wake up during the night…" She grinned at him before curling against his chest. "Your pet is right here."

"Precious," he murmured over and over, stroking her hair as they fell asleep.

[Author's Note]

Dom!Donnie = FUCKING HAWT

Can I get a hell yeah?