Hello Hello! Before we get into this chapter I just want to say we have already hit chapter 10! I promise we are about to really push off into the muck but I knew I wanted one really fluffy Donnie x April chapter while she was still like...well, this lol. Can't wait for people to keep reading this story!

CHAPTER 10: In their home.

The lair was always strange to April when it wasn't full of activity from the Hamato family. Donatello walking into their home with April still in his arms and seeing that his brothers weren't home yet brought a smile to his face, something April definitely noticed. April cleared her throat, looking at Donatello in a questioning manner.

April: We're home. Aren't you going to let me down?

Donatello: Well I could…or I could carry you into the lab and then let you down…

April fought off a giggle unsuccessfully which made Donnie's smile morph into a grin. Pushing herself out of his arms but catching his hand in hers, walking down the steps with him in tow. If the others had been awake this surely would have brought on a fit of laughter and teasing, April thankful for this moment just for them.

April: Actually I was thinking of a different location other than the lab.

Donatello: w-wait, other than the lab?

Not taking the time to watch as Donnie began to try and calculate where she was bringing him. In all honesty if he truly wanted he could easily overpower her and drag them off to his lab, but she knew he would never. He would never even dream of overpowering her and what she wanted to do, the fact he cared for much about what she wanted regardless was enough to make her emotional.

April led the tallest of the four turtles around the corner from his lab to the hallway of makeshift rooms, quietly passing by Master Splinter's room where he was already fast asleep. Not wanting to wake the sensei now more than ever, both of them are desperate for time just for both of them to exist with one another. Getting to her own door and opening it for them, looking to gauge how Donatello was doing with all of this.

In honesty, Donatello looked as though he was about to explode into a ball of nervous anticipation. His eyes darted between her face, her hand holding his large one and the room before them. She gently gestured with her head for him to enter the room with her, ignoring the voice crack in his voice.

April: Will you come in?

Donatello: AR-ARe you sure? I don't want to i-intrude..

April: Donnie please, I just invited you in, you're good.

April gently tugged his hand, bringing him into her room behind her. All of the Hamato family were very respectful when it came to April's space. None of them ever went past the doorway when they wanted to collect her or ask her a question. While it was something she was far from used to, sometimes she did find herself wishing they would just come in.

Sitting herself on her bed, gesturing for Donnie to sit next to her with a gentile pat. Feeling the bed sink down with his weight next to her, slipping up against him. Taking the motion in stride and nuzzling up against him and wrapping him in a hug. Although he was stiff, she could tell he was enjoying their close proximity, giving his arm a soft kiss.

April: Donnie, it's okay. It's just me. After all, we already are meant to have done the awkward part of telling one another how we feel about each other. We're allowed to relish one another.

Donatello made a noise April had never heard him make before, it was similar to a high pitch grumble, earning him a concerned look from her.

April: U-Unless this is making you unco-

Donnie: NO! I uh…ahem, I mean no no that's not it…I guess I just. I have never done this before…

April smiled, moving away from him and scooting his arm around her shoulders, setting it at her side.

April: I know. And I know you're anxious about how all of this will work for us. And we'll figure that out as we go.

April rested her head back on his shoulder, sitting and trying to gauge how Donnie would respond to such a response. The two teens sitting for a moment, just taking in the fact that they were alone in her room, the "parental supervision" fast asleep in his room. Even without her psychic abilities, April would have been able to tell that Donatello was holding back. Spying on him from below her lashes she could feel his excited energy practically bouncing around the room, and of course to match that was his anxiousness.

Starting to get fed up, she could feel herself itching to make the next move for Donatello, her gasp catching in her throat as she felt his body shift next to her, feeling his cool green hands on her shoulders. His eyes locked in on her face which made her cheeks instantaneously flush. She knew what was coming and as much as she wanted to speed up the process of his lips back on hers, April knew she had to let him do this at his speed. His hand leaves her shoulder, brushing her hot cheek, her eyes slowly closing as if like there it was, the crescendo to her anticipation more rewarding than she would have thought. Letting out a sigh of enjoyment which Donatello seemed to take as the green light for him to deepen the kiss. Taking a page out of April's book and running his tongue over her lip softly to gain entry to her mouth, and she happily complied.

The moment her mouth opened, the passion within Donatello just erupted out of him, his hands snaking their way to the back of her head and twisting his fingers into her fiery red locks. The small whimper that escaped from her throat did something to him that he could only describe as primal. He wanted this moment to never end, Donatello had wanted to have this moment since the first time he saw April O'Neil and the fact that he was not only having it but initiated it between them was more progress than he thought he would ever make with her. What happened next was something that Donatello had dreamt of many times, but surely was something he never saw coming.

April hoisted herself to her knees, her lips still planted against Donatello's as she violently shuffled out of the black athletic hoodie, exposing the dark purple sports bra sitting underneath. The faint outline of abs appeared due to all the training that April had been undergoing with Master Splinter. Breaking the kiss for only a moment to toss her jacket to the floor, wrapping her arms back around his head and pulling Donnie down onto her bed. She was on cloud nine, living through something that she had caught herself imagining for weeks, Donatello in her bed with her.

The one emotion coming off Donnie that April could read was pure delight. Weaving her hands down from behind his head to the back of his neck, running small circles around the back of his neck, getting a giddy little moan from within his chest. Slipping her fingers down to where his skin met his shell, running a delicate finger along the sensitive skin and being rewarded with a shiver. Finally breaking the kiss to catch her breath, looking up at Donatello with half open eyes, his own looking back at her in bewilderment and adoration. Forgetting his anxieties for a moment and cupping her face in one of his hands, pressing his lips softly to her own again, his emotions coming at her in waves of appreciation and thanks.

April gently took Donatello and pushed him onto his side next to her, becoming wedged between the brick wall and her exposed body. Donatello was in pure bliss at this point, laying in the bed of the girl of his dreams, her laying next to him and getting comfortable with him after just having made out. She wiggled away to the edge of the bed for only a moment before turning off her lights, the soft yellow glow of some old christmas lights hanging around her room, a gift she was given by Michelangelo from one of his scavenging trips at the dump, the only thing to illuminate the room.

The two of them fit together far better than either of them had expected them to. Like a moth to a light, April's head found her pillow and Donatello's arm where she snuggled against his skin, leaving soft little kisses along it. His hand playing gently with her hair, blissfully looking into her deep baby blue eyes.

April: hmhm, Hi.

Donatello: Hey..

April: How are you doing after..all of that?

Donatello: I am doing pretty good, well honestly better than pretty good. I am living on cloud nine April.

April let out a giggle, lifting her blanket and wiggling herself underneath the plush comforter, pulling it to make sure Donnie was covered with her. The heat rising back up in Donatello's face as reality settled in along with April settling in closer to him, letting out a sheepish yawn. April slowly lets her eyes flutter closed.

Donatello: O-OH! Thank you A-April heh…

April: Mmmhm, no prob Donnie.

Donatello sat there for what seemed like hours, just watching April settle into his arm to sleep. His mind was racing, his heart was thumping and his mouth was dry. They hadn't done anything wrong but the fear of being caught in April's bed by his father or his brothers was extremely apparent in his mind. All his worry melted away, watching April sleepily plant more kisses along his arm, she truly was the light in his life that brought joy, rationality and comfort. Settling into her bed beside her, getting comfortable to sleep beside her, planting a relaxed kiss on her forehead.

Donatello: Goodnight April…the fire in my heart.