Heh, heh....um....ooops?
Leo could feel his face catch on fire. "Umm...."
"Thanks for the early morning work out," Arista said, gracefully rising to her feet. She lifted Leo's swords and offered them to him. Even if her mouth didn't smile, her eyes did.
Leo mutely took the blades, still trying to formulate some sort of excuse. How in the world was he going to explain pinning her down on the mats? No one said a word as Arista walked over to her own blade and picked it up. "I suppose I should leave you to your morning routines." Arista turned to look at Splinter. Her left foot took a step back as she bowed slightly, touching the tip of her sword to the ground. She rose again, walking past the other Turtles without a backwards glance.
"Katas," Splinter declared, bringing them all back into focus. Silently, each Turtle jogged to their place, knowing better than to question what had happened at this time. Splinter watched for a minute or so, then turned away to follow the girl. He met up with her in the kitchen. She looked so tired as she rumaged around for breakfast. He could feel crushing disappointment when she shook her head, saying something about foraging later.
"May I have a moment with you, child?"
Her eyes shifted and she immediately brightened. "Of course. But I would not wish to disturb your morning exercises."
"You would not be imposing. My sons have been doing this since they could walk." He offered to go to a more private area of the Lair, and Arista followed quietly. "My apologies for not being able to be a proper guest," he began softly. "There has been little fortune for us, of late."
"Hey, don't worry about it, Grandfather," Arista said, waving a hand in the air as if dismissing it all. "You have been very kind to the both of us, and I mean to return the favor. I still have some funds, and even Wolfie admits that I can make a feast out of a skinned rabbit."
***********
As soon as they noticed that both Arista and Splinter were not around, they began twenty questions on Leo.
Mike was the first. "What were you thinking, dude?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," their leader defended hotly.
"Please! First you made out like you were tryin' to kill her, then you were ready to make out with her on the floor!" Raph snorted. 'You can't say that it was all completely innocent."
"It was innocent."
No one believed him. Not even soft-spoken Don. "She's *married*, Leo. I just don't understand--"
"Look, nothing was gonna happen, all right?!" Leo's voice not only changed in pitch, but also in volume.
There was a few moments of peace. Then Mike started the rounds again. "So...what was it like, sparring with her?"
Leo gave a strangled sound, glaring at them all. "Will you give it a rest?"
"That's got to be one of his fantasies," Raph egged. "Spar with a woman until they're both hot and bothered, not to mention exhaust her, and then fu--"
Raph didn't finish the sentence as he was suddenly knocked to the ground. Leo seethed over him. "I said...give it a rest."
Raph won, and he knew it. "Jealous? Whether it happened or not, Leo, you still wanted it to."
Disgusted, Leo stalked off, deciding to practice as far away from his brothers that was possible in the dojo. He was disgusted not because they wouldn't let sleeping dogs lie...
...he was disgusted because Raph was right.
Raph didn't seemed phased at all as he picked himself up and brushed himself off, ginning as if he'd eaten the canary. "Ya got ta admit, she's one hell of a looker--for a spy. Especially when she doesn't show any inhibitions." Even though he wasn't present when Arista's wounds were tended to again, Mike spared no detail. She had basically acted as if no one else was in the room as she stripped down so that the bandage could be changed. Not an ounce of modesty at all. "Oh, don't get me wrong, she's delicious enough. I would have taken her right then and there myself--"
"From my experience," rumbled an unfamiliar voice, "*taking* a lady usually will grant you receiving your balls in a small, wet baggie, especially with her."
Everyone swerved with their weapons drawn to meet the stranger. No one dared to go further than that, however. The *feel* of this man was...unexplicable. And it was the one whom no one thought would wake up. The fierce hazel eyes warned them that if they continued on with their conversation, they all would regret it. "Where's my 'Rista?"
Leo could feel his face catch on fire. "Umm...."
"Thanks for the early morning work out," Arista said, gracefully rising to her feet. She lifted Leo's swords and offered them to him. Even if her mouth didn't smile, her eyes did.
Leo mutely took the blades, still trying to formulate some sort of excuse. How in the world was he going to explain pinning her down on the mats? No one said a word as Arista walked over to her own blade and picked it up. "I suppose I should leave you to your morning routines." Arista turned to look at Splinter. Her left foot took a step back as she bowed slightly, touching the tip of her sword to the ground. She rose again, walking past the other Turtles without a backwards glance.
"Katas," Splinter declared, bringing them all back into focus. Silently, each Turtle jogged to their place, knowing better than to question what had happened at this time. Splinter watched for a minute or so, then turned away to follow the girl. He met up with her in the kitchen. She looked so tired as she rumaged around for breakfast. He could feel crushing disappointment when she shook her head, saying something about foraging later.
"May I have a moment with you, child?"
Her eyes shifted and she immediately brightened. "Of course. But I would not wish to disturb your morning exercises."
"You would not be imposing. My sons have been doing this since they could walk." He offered to go to a more private area of the Lair, and Arista followed quietly. "My apologies for not being able to be a proper guest," he began softly. "There has been little fortune for us, of late."
"Hey, don't worry about it, Grandfather," Arista said, waving a hand in the air as if dismissing it all. "You have been very kind to the both of us, and I mean to return the favor. I still have some funds, and even Wolfie admits that I can make a feast out of a skinned rabbit."
***********
As soon as they noticed that both Arista and Splinter were not around, they began twenty questions on Leo.
Mike was the first. "What were you thinking, dude?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," their leader defended hotly.
"Please! First you made out like you were tryin' to kill her, then you were ready to make out with her on the floor!" Raph snorted. 'You can't say that it was all completely innocent."
"It was innocent."
No one believed him. Not even soft-spoken Don. "She's *married*, Leo. I just don't understand--"
"Look, nothing was gonna happen, all right?!" Leo's voice not only changed in pitch, but also in volume.
There was a few moments of peace. Then Mike started the rounds again. "So...what was it like, sparring with her?"
Leo gave a strangled sound, glaring at them all. "Will you give it a rest?"
"That's got to be one of his fantasies," Raph egged. "Spar with a woman until they're both hot and bothered, not to mention exhaust her, and then fu--"
Raph didn't finish the sentence as he was suddenly knocked to the ground. Leo seethed over him. "I said...give it a rest."
Raph won, and he knew it. "Jealous? Whether it happened or not, Leo, you still wanted it to."
Disgusted, Leo stalked off, deciding to practice as far away from his brothers that was possible in the dojo. He was disgusted not because they wouldn't let sleeping dogs lie...
...he was disgusted because Raph was right.
Raph didn't seemed phased at all as he picked himself up and brushed himself off, ginning as if he'd eaten the canary. "Ya got ta admit, she's one hell of a looker--for a spy. Especially when she doesn't show any inhibitions." Even though he wasn't present when Arista's wounds were tended to again, Mike spared no detail. She had basically acted as if no one else was in the room as she stripped down so that the bandage could be changed. Not an ounce of modesty at all. "Oh, don't get me wrong, she's delicious enough. I would have taken her right then and there myself--"
"From my experience," rumbled an unfamiliar voice, "*taking* a lady usually will grant you receiving your balls in a small, wet baggie, especially with her."
Everyone swerved with their weapons drawn to meet the stranger. No one dared to go further than that, however. The *feel* of this man was...unexplicable. And it was the one whom no one thought would wake up. The fierce hazel eyes warned them that if they continued on with their conversation, they all would regret it. "Where's my 'Rista?"